I’m not the type of guy to brag about my sexual conquests. Really, I’m not.
But something about Spider-man’s hidden talent for wrenching orgasms out of me makes me talk to my friend Peter about it. His face very clearly tells me he doesn’t believe the Webhead himself paid a visit last night.
“I swear to you, Peter, I would never lie about this. Spider-man crawled in through my fucking window last night, asked me to patch him up, then had his head between my legs so fast it made my head spin.” That last part may have been slightly exaggerated, but Spidey certainly had been eager to thank me. I nearly get lost in the memories until Peter snaps his fingers in my face to bring me back to reality.
“Yeah, okay. What about his mask? Wouldn’t that mean you’ve seen his face?” I snort, but acknowledge his point. Peter leans back against the couch, picking up a pillow and my feet to place them on his lap.
“He kept it on, mostly. Most I saw of him was his mouth and chin. He had stubble on his face, and it felt-” I stop at the look in Peter’s eyes. “What? Was that too much? Should I shut up?” His eyes flick to mine, brown meeting blue.
It takes him a moment to speak, but he manages. “No, it’s fine. Just didn’t realize you had such a thing for Spider-man.” An easy smile appears on his face and he nudges my leg, encouraging me to keep going.
I don’t think about the moment too much, finally letting my mind wander back to last night...
I’m at my desk, having just shut my stream down for the night. I collect my dishes from the day and deposit them into the sink, then make my way back to my bedroom. I change out of my streaming clothes into a shirt Peter left here and a pair of boxers, then throw on the playlist he made for me a few weeks ago.
I crawl into bed, resigning myself to my hand for the night, when I notice the sounds of the city seem quieter than usual. “Damn window-” I roll to my other side to face it, fully prepared to have to reopen it, only to see Spider-man clinging to the wall beside it, one hand pressed to a large wound on his side.
“Sorry- Your window was the only one open-” His voice is ragged and rough sounding, and I jump to my feet. I wave him down and point to the bed, telling him to sit there. I don’t have much, but I have a suture kit from a night with a bunch of my med student friends. I thank whatever gods exist when I pull the kit from the pocket of my coat and run back to my room.
Spider-man is still there, so I kneel in front of him. “I can sew you up, but it won’t be pretty. You might have a scar.” He huffs out a laugh, wincing at the motion of the wound.
“I’ve had worse, believe it or not.” By the way his voice shakes I somehow doubt that, but I’m not gonna argue with the guy while he bleeds to death. I just gesture to him, and he is confused until I speak again.
“You gotta take the suit off so I can clean your wound.” At that, he nods, and I turn away to give him a moment of privacy. When I turn back, he’s in just his mask and a pair of boxers. I almost laugh at the absurdity of it, but of course he’d protect his identity.
His mask is pushed up so his mouth is visible, and he’s downing water from my water bottle. I decide not to make a fuss, the guy is having a rough night.
I clean the injury as best I can with what I have, which is essentially a bottle of vodka and a towel. Spider-man lets out small hisses and grunts of pain as I work, and I do my best not to flinch every time. I don’t like that he’s hurting, but I can help him. I focus on that as best I can as I slowly stitch his skin back together.
By the end of it, he’s stitched up, but it’s not exactly the type of work my med student friends would applaud me for. I resolve to ask them for more suture kits and work on this skill, just in case this happens again.
He very carefully lifts his left arm, the injured side. After a moment, I realize he’s testing if he can still swing like this. There is a moment where I realize he’s going to pull his suit back on and leave, and that makes me speak. “You saved my friend. My best friend, my-” My Peter. Why was I going to say that? I shake my head. “My friend Peter told me what you did for him. Thank you, for saving him. You actually care about the lives of the people.”
Spider-man pauses in his movements, and I feel something shift slightly. I’m unsure of what, exactly, but it happens. He turns to me, mask once again fully on his face. His voice is somehow rougher when he speaks this time, and I’m unable to ignore the spike of arousal that shoots up my spine.
“Your friend Peter is a good guy. The way you spoke about him just now... Something tells me there’s something there.” He seems on edge, like if I spook him he’ll be gone. I take a slow step towards him, keeping my eyes locked onto the mask.
“Yeah, I- think there might be,” I admit after a moment of hesitation, and his shoulders relax a fraction. “But I can’t tell him. He’s- he’s lost people he cared for. I don’t want him to go through that again, I just... I can be his friend.” I have no idea what prompted that little speech, but it’s out there now. Spider-man knows about my secret feelings for my best friend. “Besides, he’s never shown an interest in guys before-”
He cocks his head to one side, and I can tell he’s checking me out. My arm twitches, about to cover my chest before I remember how ridiculous that is. I had top surgery years ago and I’m wearing a large shirt. I don’t realize I’ve taken another few steps forward until Spider-man speaks once more, his voice barely a whisper. “Well I can tell you that I am, at least.” His words barely register in my mind before his mask is shoved up, exposing his mouth once again. My eyes flick down to his lips in that moment, and the smirk that crosses them makes my heart race.
In the next moment, Spider-man is kissing me and my knees go weak with the heat of it. My hands come up to his shoulders and hang on for dear life as his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan into the kiss and he grabs my thighs to pull them up and around his waist. My ankles lock together and I let one hand release its grip on his shoulder to scrape my nails down his back.
He shudders at the sensation and presses me into the bed, removing my hands from him and webbing them to the headboard. My eyes shoot open and I drag my mouth from his, panting. “Wha- what are you doing?” I’m worried for a moment that I made a mistake, but he shushes me, running his hand down my side. My eyes fall shut once more and when he speaks, I can tell that stupid smirk is back.
“I’m just making sure you don’t go anywhere until I’m done with you,” the words go straight down to my cunt, and my mouth falls open in a gasp. “Damn, baby, that all it takes to get you going? I can smell how wet you are, how bad you want this. All from a little kissing and touching.” I let out a whine, my cheeks flushing red but he’s right. It’s been a long time since somebody touched me, and it shows.
He leans down so his mouth is beside my ear. “You want me to blow you, sweet boy?” I’ve forgotten the entire English language, so I nod, my cheeks heating further from the embarrassment, but it only makes me hotter. He tugs the shirt over my head, but can’t fully take it off with my hands bound, so he abandons it on my arms. His mouth slowly works down my body, hovering for a moment when he gets to my surgical scars. He kisses both and the soft touches are full of a sweetness that’s almost familiar.
He apparently decides he’s impatient and tugs my boxers off. He throws them, not caring where they land, and settles between my legs. I catch the grin he flashes up at me right before his tongue sears across my clit and my brain bluescreens immediately. A single touch and I immediately came undone, the orgasm rolling through and leaving me breathless. I hadn’t been ready for that, but already the heat was building again.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so sensitive- c’mon, gimme another.” I cry out when he slides a finger into me and my hips buck up into the touch, the second orgasm setting every nerve on fire. I try to wiggle away but his other arm comes up to pin me in place. “I did say until I’m done with you, sweet boy.” I fail to come up with a verbal response, instead testing out my limits by trying to buck my hips again. Despite how sensitive my clit is from two orgasms in a row, the heat starts to build once more when I can’t move an inch. “God damn sweet boy, you need more? You gonna let me take my fill?” I barely manage to nod, my breath catching in my throat.
And take he does. His mouth is back on my clit, that long finger still filling me. I distantly hear someone moaning and whimpering and it takes me a minute to realize it’s me making those noises.
I quickly find I don’t care, as the next orgasm lights up my whole body, and I clench down on his finger, my thighs tightening around his head. He gets me through it, his finger curling just the right way to bring on another. His tongue is still flicking against my clit and I let out a weak moan, the pleasure quickly reaching a knife edge as yet another orgasm hits and my mind goes blank.
When I come back to myself, he’s gotten my hands free and wrapped me in a blanket. It takes me a moment to realize it’s the one Peter got me for Christmas, but when I do it brings a smile to my face. I’m back in bed, fresh sheets in place. Wow, I must have been out of it to miss that. Spider-man is back in his suit, but he hands me my water bottle, half full. “You really needed that, huh?”
My cheeks flush and I sit up, taking a sip of water. “Guess so. I was planning on returning the favor, but it looks like my time’s up.” I gesture to him, the stitched wound visible through the hole in his suit. “Maybe spandex isn’t the best material? Kevlar might work as a buffer layer, at least.” I shrug, very carefully looking directly at his masked face.
He lets out a laugh and shrugs back at me. “It’s the only thing that I found that doesn’t restrict my movements.” He turns to the window, then hesitates. “Can- can I visit you again? Minus the injuries, maybe?”
I don’t expect myself to agree, but before I can think about it my mouth is already forming the word, “Yes. Yeah, sure. Maybe next time you’ll be the one passing out from orgasms.”
The low laugh he gives me has me half-tempted to drag him back into bed, but he turns again to the window and slides it open. “Don’t count on it, sweet boy. Next time, you’ll get more than just my finger and mouth.” Before I can think of a witty retort, Spider-man climbs out my window and takes off swinging, and I’m alone again.
“And that’s what happened,” I finish explaining to Peter, having skirted around the bits about my feelings for him. And that it had been his shirt I was wearing during it. He didn’t need those details.
Peter shakes his head. “Wow. I can’t believe you actually hooked up with Spider-man. That’s- wow.” He sounds almost in awe, and I lean back, then sit up quickly and scoot closer to him.
“Peter Parker. Do you have a crush on Spider-man too?” His whole face flashes with panic and his eyes lock onto mine.
He’s shaking his head again, stumbling over his words. “N-no, I just- it’s- it’s cool, you have like- street cred now or something- I, oh man that’s dumb, forget I said that, I just mean-” I cover his mouth, a smile on my face.
“Peter. I’m fucking with you. Shut up.” I pull my hand away and he doesn’t ramble more. Satisfied, I lean back again and look his face over, to make sure he’s okay. My eyes catch on his mouth and I pause, my pulse skyrocketing as I put pieces together. I finally notice the stubble on his face, how tired he looks. He tenses as I think, and before I open my lips he’s pressing two fingers against them to stop me.
Our eyes meet again and my heart is racing. “Peter,” I breathe out and grab his wrist, pulling his hand down to his lap. When did I get so close? “You’re Spider-man.” His eyes slide shut and he nods. His hand comes back up to caress my cheek, and I memorize the look on his face. “Let me guess, you were protecting me?” He nods again, eyes still closed.
I bring my own hand up and brush my thumb over his lower lip. “Look at me.” He opens his eyes and I smile, still holding his face like he’s holding mine. “I get it. It makes sense. I’m not gonna hold it against you.” A memory comes back, unbidden. “Of course you found the clean sheets. You basically live here.” I laugh and shake my head at him, and the look in his eyes shifts slightly.
Now he’s staring at my mouth as he speaks. “Couldn’t help myself. I was pretty happy with how things went, and if I wanted another shot at that, I needed to make a good impression.” He pulls me into his lap, facing him, and I take a moment to appreciate how strong he is. I had noticed his figure becoming more muscled, but hadn’t fully acknowledged it. Now, with the memories of my hips frozen in place by one arm, it turns me on immensely.
“Peter.” He raises his eyebrows, but doesn’t peel his gaze away from my mouth. “Kiss me, Spider-man.” That gets a reaction, and before I realize it I’m on my back and his mouth is pressed to mine. My hands cling to his shoulders, just like the night before, but this time, I’m able to run one hand up into his hair and tug on it. He pulls my shirt off and quickly kisses me again, seeming like a man starved.
He rolls his hips down into me, and I can feel his straining cock through his jeans. “I need-” That’s all he gets out before I’m nodding, pushing him back so I can rid myself of my pants. He strips while I do and resettles between my legs, both of us bare.
Our eyes meet yet again, and I give him another nod. “You already know.” I can’t say it yet, but I can tell he does know. He presses into me and I feel deliciously full. I can tell he’s trying to go slow, but I nip that in the bud. “Peter, if you don’t fuck me till I can’t walk straight, I’ll kick your ass.” That gets him moving, and I gasp at the first harsh thrust he gives me.
He’s not overly rough, but he isn’t gentle with me either. He leaves hickeys scattered over my chest and shoulders, dark purple marks that will take days to fade. I cum at least 3 times, but I lose track after that, much like last night. He cums too, twice stilling his hips completely so he can fill me. After the second, he collapses on top of me, but he’s careful not to lay his full weight on me. We lay there for a moment, me running my hand through his hair, and him pressing lazy kisses to the marks he left. “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, almost worried. I push him up, catching his eye with my own.
“Peter Parker. Twice now you’ve made me cum till my brain breaks, and you’re wondering if I’m okay? I’m on cloud fucking nine!” I let out a laugh. “I mean, seriously, I’m still shocked that you’re into me-” His face hardens at that and he covers my mouth with one hand.
“How could I not be, sweet boy?” That brings up memories of last night. “You’re everything. You were there after-” even now, he hesitates to say her name. “Gwen. You picked me up and dusted me off, without me even realizing. You’re the reason I became Spider-man again.”
My eyes search his face for anything to tell me he’s lying, but I find nothing. “Peter-” He shushes me again.
“You saved me, and I never told you. I’m telling you now. You saved me.” He’s pressing his lips to mine again and it’s like my heart is going to burst from my chest. I can feel everything he’s saying with just a kiss and finally, finally, everything is falling into place. I manage to free my mouth from his and push him up.
“Might as well fall asleep somewhere comfy. I want my bed.” I take a step and wince slightly at the soreness all over. “Maybe a shower first-” I admit, feeling sticky all over and knowing the hot water will soothe my aching muscles. Peter scoops me up into his arms, a smug look on his face. I roll my eyes at him. “What’s so funny, Webhead?”
He just gives me the same grin from last night. “You did ask me to fuck you till you couldn’t walk straight.”
We both burst into laughter at the same time, chaotic giggling that becomes full on cackling. It’s perfect, because it’s just me and Peter, goofing off like always. As long as we have this, we’ll be okay.