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The resident hall monitor, Gwendolyn Stacy, was a tad bit concerned about Miles and Ganke. Neither had come out their room or been seen since Scorpion's attack. She would've gone over to help Miles out, but she had a presentation that day that she genuinely couldn't have skipped that time. Ms. Osborne had given her too many warnings about her studies and threatened to drop her grade. The only thing she could do was sweat in her suit underneath her uniform as she gave a damn good presentation on synthetic materials.
Gwen peeks her head through the door around three in the morning, quiet as a church mouse (and nosy as a rat). She immediately reaches for her phone, rose gold with three cameras- all of which she was about to use. A few closeups here, one on the ceiling, one from the doorway-- God she couldn't wait to tease Miles about this when he woke up.
Gwen left as quiet as she came, closing the door behind her. Well, she almost got away- save for Miles yanking the door back open with his web shooter.
She notices how he doesn't move. Why isn't- oh. Ganke's still asleep. Gwen's thankful for the sleeping boy cause' Miles would be chasing her down right about now.
"Gee I'll give you twenty bucks right now if you delete that." He whispers.
"Oh, you will? Make it twenty-five." She teases, getting ready to send it to the group chat of Spidermen and Miles' exes.
"Hoooo my God Gwen do not send that to the girls."
"So I can send it to the Spiders? Thanks Miles!"
"No!" He feels Ganke fidget in his arms and settles back into the chair. "Gwen you piece of shit please."
"Hmmm...okay. How about I only send it to Peter B, MJ, and you?"
"Noooo MJ's been talking about this since September-"
"-So you two are dating."
Ganke's head moves deeper into his shoulder, he fiddles with the hair poking out of his cap. "No please-! I just don't want to wake him up."
"Done! Thanks Spidey. See you at nine for training?"
"Yeah, I'll be ready by then."
Now she's really gone, and Miles could rest peacefully. He and the moonlight drew lines across Ganke's scar, one rough, one clean and sharp. He'd peck his cheek if he didn't risk waking him up.
That same peace carried itself into their morning. Miles gently kissed Ganke's neck to wake him. When that didn't work, he slapped, rubbed, and squeezed Ganke's thigh to try and get him up. Ganke moved haphazardly from his lap to the bed, swaddling himself in messy blankets. Both thought nothing of it until they parted ways.
Miles got in the bathroom and stood with the water pelting his back, hands on his head, confused as to why the hell he did that. There were somanyotheroptions to wake him up but he chose to squeeze his fucking thigh. He could've tossed him onto the bed, took the beanie off, lightly tapped at his side (kissed his hand again)--literally anything else. The rubbing was fine, oddly enough, but it was the squeeze that really took him out looking back.
God, he should've just kissed him awake. He could've smelt that jasmine and the cocoa of the poppy laying near his chest, drunk the vanilla in the crook of his shoulder- the cherry blossoms blooming at his nape. Sure there'd be no consent, but damn was he tempted.
He'll make a mental note to try it out when he's awake (and willing).
Meanwhile, Ganke Lee is absolutely suffering on that mattress. It took everything in his power not to moan at Miles' good intentions- but he didn't have the resolve not to whimper. Miles' must've wrote it off as a high-pitched groan or a stretch or something because Ganke knew good and damn well he whimpered at that tight grip. He felt it in the back of his throat he dreams of the dayand it just happened to spill out. Miraculously, Ganke stayed soft during that little gesture.
"Mmmm, shit." And now he's not.
The friction of his sheets really didn't help him out here. Why'd he bundle himself up like a burrito?
Miles came out the bathroom after what felt like ages and sat on the edge of the bed. Y'know, it's remarkable how no one's found how Miles was Spiderman based off physique alone. Ganke extends a hand towards his back to trace his muscles but he was too late.
His next option? Fight for his life as he gets out of bed, the academy provided sheets twisted more than his intentions.
Ganke steals the bathroom, relived for his escape, that pit of longing clawing its way deeper into his heart.
Miles knew Ganke was off that morning, and so was he. Maybe it's cause you made him hard you fucking idiot.
But hey, they've gotten through the prologue, onto to their first act of this play: FeigningNormality.
Ganke pulled himself together and into a warm shower despite his mind telling him to make it cold and make it cold fast. Miles slathered on lotion, his usual cocoa making him think of Ganke's chest.
"Hey, can you toss me my-" Of course he'd be shirtless and in the middle of pulling up his pants. Of. Fucking. Course he would.
Miles Morales he is only pantsless pull yourself together. Miles, stop staring at his thighs like you didn't fucking squeeze them already.
"-Michelle Hwang, the jasmine and poppy one, right?"
"Yeah that's it."
"Thank you."
Click.
Wait, how'd he know? There were like seven other bottles up there and they smell pretty similar and he's worn them all at least five times. How'd he- oh shit.
"Miles?"
Miles was praying to God he'd write that off as spidey sense. "Yeah?"
"How'd you-"
A few pointless knocks hammer at the door because Gwen comes strutting through bright and early. "Miles, you ready-?"
One look in Gwen's wild eyes and the boys know she's about to severely misinterpret the entirety of this situation. From Ganke in the bathroom with only his shirt on to Miles pulling up his pants. The cologne in hand, the lotion, the overly messy bedsheets. Ganke's hair was tied up in a messy little ponytail and Miles' curls tousled all over.
"Gwen" Miles starts. "this is not what it looks like."
She leans against the door frame, smirking. "Then what is it Miles? Ganke, you got an answer?"
The boys fumbled for an answer until Ganke outright dropped the cat out the bag. Except that cat was a dog and there was no bag this man was outright lying to them all.
"I rode him."
"No yeah he did."
"Sucked him off too." Ganke licked his lips at Miles and he felt an unmistakable jolt in his dick.
"Yeah Gwen he's pretty good."
"Okay yeah no that's it." Gwen takes her leave. "We'll reschedule training for ten. How about a double date later tonight?"
"With you and MJ? I'm down."
"Great, see you at eight. Diner uptown?"
"You mean where we use' to go?"
"Sure do, see you two there."
Ganke looked at Miles, Miles at Ganke. Miles was the one to burst out laughing, stumbling back into the chair. Ganke's hunched over the bathroom door, giggling til' he's red.
"Gee why the hell did you say that!"
"Why'd you play along?!"
After their little laugh, Miles finally got his jacket on and decided to leave his curls messy.
"I just thought you wouldn't...I don't know." Ganke shrugs, tugging on his jeans.
Miles took a good look at Ganke, by the windowsill, fixing his hair with deceptively strong arms. Hair tie off his hair and in his mouth and he wishes to just take it out and-
"Oh, what I do want to know is how you knew which cologne to grab."
"I'd say spidey sense but you use Hwang's the most, it's like half full."
Definitely don't say you took a deep whiff of him when he was asleep. Definitely don't.
"Oh, okay." His little ponytail whips back around, "See you later Keke."
Wait...Keke?!
Miles sets off to Aunt May's house the normal way of trains and a taxi. Gwen swung right alongside him in civilian clothes. She waves to him (mask on, of course) on the train, tagging along the side of the window.
"Why didn't you just come in your suit?" May asks as he strips off his layers to reveal said suit.
"-Nevermind, should've known how you spiders are."
Miles tosses the sweater on the couch, Gwen and May giving each other a sly look. He didn't need a spidey sense to tell him this was not going to be good.
"Miles that is not your shirt."
"And how do you know that Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy?"
"We used to date, Miles." She waves her own mask around, "You don't wear sweaters. It's either turtlenecks or jackets when you're cold."
"And that's definitely not your cologne. It's nice though, whoevers' it is."
Miles, exasperated and flabbergasted, flops onto the couch with his arms crossed. "How do y'all even know this?"
"We've been around you for years, Miles. You smell like cinnamon, sweet almonds, and honey half the time."
Shit May's right. Can't argue with that.
"But today your hair's messy, your fly's down"
Ziiiip
"-and your shirt smells like Jasmine. Did you have a date before this-? Gwen Stacy did you drag him away from his date for our tomfoolery-"
"-No, she didn't." Miles bit the fuck out of a strawberry tart.
"No," she sighs, "I did not."
Gwen takes a madeline out the bread basket. "I dragged him away from somethin' else earlier though."
Miles chokes on his complimentary tea while Aunt May does that old lady cackle he knows and loves. It's full of warmth, reminiscent of his grandma's house. He's glad that his suffering brings her so much joy.
Their training was canceled in favor of Aunt May scheduling a day to meet Miles' new boyfriend, taking the rest of the evening for all of them to catch up with each other. As they say their goodbyes, Gwen hands him his coat and hears incessant buzzing from her pocket.
"Oh yeah, you might want to check your phone."
"Why you say that?"
2 new messages from gwen. 7 new messages from mj. 9 new messages from peter b. spideysluts had 271.
God...let's start with Peter B.
oh my god
miles
miles gonzalo morales
i never thought i'd see the day where u get a boyfriend
The next pic is of Peter wiping fake tears with his Spiderman mask. He's definitely making that a meme between him and Gwen.
ur growing up so fast
im so proud of u miles
God, Peter was going to be a great dad. He already had the supportive father figure responses down pat.
gwen blackmailed me pete we aren't dating
u can't lie to me miles
u cannot tell me u guys are just roommates
peter benjamin parker i swear to god we are not together
then why is his hand 2 millimeters away from your dick miles
PETER PLEASE 💀💀
Miles clapped a hand over his mouth. He could hear Peter's cackling a dimension away. Lord, his mentor is definitely going to hell. But, he wasn't wrong. Upon further inspection of the picture, Ganke's hand was in fact two millimeters away from Miles' dick. One wrong move and either Ganke would've gripped it, or Miles would've accidentally moved into his hand.
Now Miles is questioning why he's slightly disappointed neither of those scenarios happened. Well, they almost did. He could-
Nope, nope. He's going to shove his phone in his pocket and freshen up for their "date" with Gwen and MJ.
Yep, definitely not gonna tell Ganke about what they have to do in...around an hour and forty-five minutes.