Peter was changing his exercise books in his locker, when he sensed someone coming up behind him. He turned around, spotting a cute boy with short black curls walk up to him with an awkward smile. He was too old to be a freshman, but nowhere near the age of a senior - Peter hoped he was a Junior like him.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where lab six is?” The boy asked in a thick Brooklyn accent. “I-I just passed one to three, but then I got lost in the maze of sub-corridors and—“
“I’ll take you.” Peter blurted, interrupting the boy from his stumbling. “I’m going to E one - it’s opposite lab six. Lab seven is right next door.” He blushed.
“C-cool...thanks.” He smiled, sighing in relief. “My name’s Miles.”
“Peter.” He replied. “I take it you’re new?” He asked, closing his locker and leading the new boy down the main corridor.
“Yeah...my Dad, he got a promotion in the police force, and after i purposely got myself kicked out of Brooklyn Visions Academy-“
“You went to Visions!” Peter gasped. “You do realise they’re one of our biggest rivals, right?” He asked.
Miles squinted his eyes. “No...?” He replied.
Peter smiled, chuckling at the floor. “Yeah - you’re too cute for a spy.” He told him, immediately regretting his words. “I-I mean awkward, so aw-awkward - y-yeah.” He blurted, a thick blush spreading on his cheeks. Peter already knew it was going to be a long day.
...
Who knew it would take Miles Gonzalo Morales to break Spider Man? Constantly ridiculed by his two best friends for the stumbling blushy mess he’d become, it wasn’t a secret that Peter was pining hard for the new kid. Miles was a positivity magnet and there was something about him that screamed special. Peter had no negative words to say about him - as much as he hated to admit that something could be perfect, Miles Morales was perfect.
The only thing that did annoyed Peter about Miles was that he didn’t even try to be perfect! He hated to be clever, always taking the form of class clown and joking around with his friends, but every time their professors called him out for talking, he shocked them by correctly answering their questions immediately. No matter the subject or topic, Miles always had one of the highest scores in the class (once, he even beat Peter and MJ), but as much as everyone liked to congratulate him on his wins, Miles hated getting attention for his smarts.
Nonetheless, Miles was the furthest thing from shy - he thrived on social interactions, not one person in their year had anything bad to say about him ; in the two months he’d been at Midtown, Miles was one of the most popular kids there.
To most students, Miles looked like an open book with his inviting body language, animated gestures and beautiful laugh - in realty, he had a lot of secrets to reveal. Miles was one of his best friends, and although Peter was the one who had found out the most about him, all he knew was that Miles used to live in Brooklyn, he hated academic pressure, he was an only child, his father was the chief of police, his mother was a nurse, he was really close to his uncle, and he loved art. There was so many questions Peter wanted to ask, but he was always too scared to cross the line and ask them.
Miles was always doodling : before school, in class, at lunch, after school - wherever Miles was, so was a sketchbook. It was a shame he never allowed anyone to look, always keeping the pages to his chest - there was nothing Peter wanted more than to see what he loved doing.
He knew Miles liked street art, his Uncle brought him up with it and it was the only thing he looked at on his phone, but sometimes, if Miles was sitting at the right angle for him to take a sneak peak, Peter noticed some of his work was political too. All the art Miles liked was funky, bright and abstract, and usually, Peter thought he drew to match ; it made him wonder how many times Miles changed it up and made his work more serious. If it was art in general or the topics the pieces portrayed, Peter wanted them to be important to him too because anything important to Miles had to be important, right?
The turning point that changed everything was the day Miles invited him to come back to his house after school. It wasn’t like they’d never hung out out of school hours, but Peter had never gone to his house before and whenever they were together, MJ and Ned were close by - it couldn’t be more different to the norms and Peter couldn’t have been more excited to get one on one time with his new favourite person.
Miles’s bedroom bested Peter’s expectations by the thousand - it was like any teenage geniuses room, crowded with nerdy collectibles, inventions and books, but the walls were explosions of colour. There wasn’t a gap in sight : the walls plastered with posters and paint splatters and photos and art Peter couldn’t believe Miles had drawn and painted himself. Peter thought it was beautiful - Miles didn’t.
“Sorry - I know it’s a mess.” He apologised, closing the door behind them.
Peter raised his eyebrows and frowned. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I love it.”
“Tell that to my parents.” Miles chuckled, walking up to where Peter was admiring the centrepiece on his wall. “They’re always moaning at me to clean it up or stop wasting my time on art ; it drives me insane!”
“I think it’s beautiful.” Peter told him. “You’re really talented.” He smiled.
Miles sighed, biting his lip. “It’s just a hobby, it’s...nothing serious.” He replied.
He huffed, rolling his arms “Well, it should be - it’s amazing, you’re amazing - anyone in the world can see that.” Peter exclaimed, noticing a small blush on Miles’s cheeks.
“Stop it!” Miles chuckled. “Y-you can’t just say things like that - it’s too much.” He told him.
“Can I look in your sketchbook?” Peter asked, suddenly regretting it when he saw the look on Miles’s face. “Only if you don’t mind, of course.” He added. “You’ve just been drawing a lot lately and I was really curious to see what you were up to.”
Miles bit his lip, and thought for a second. “Sure.” He replied. He walked over to his bed, sitting down and getting out his sketchbook from his bag. “But you have to promise me not to show or tell anyone, okay?”
Peter beamed. “Of-of course I won’t. I promise.” He told him, sitting down beside Miles. He passed him the sketchbook and Peter eagerly opened it, reading ‘Miles Morales, B2’ on the first page.
“I use different mediums in different books, so I don’t get paint all over my pencil sketches.” Miles explained. “The B stands for Biros.”
Peter added ‘organised’ as another reason why Miles Morales was so perfect, as he turned the page.
Just like his room, each page was an explosion of colour and as Peter carefully flicked through, he noticed each piece had a story - a lot of pages were coloured like a rainbow, others only used the colours red and blue, some pages only used neon pens and a fair few used the greyscale ; most of the pieces included abstract elements, patterns and symbols, others had the faint outline of figures hidden within, some were only sketches of people in block colours, and yet others were so chaotic it was hard to tell what was going on at all. Even if it didn’t all mean something, it would’ve still looked incredible.
Peter flicked onto the next page ; this time there were a couple of cartoon-style sketches of people that had been coloured in with shades of pink, purple and blue. It reminded Peter of the Bi flag, bringing a smile to his face, until he became distracted with scenarios in his head, where the colours were for that intention. It could’ve been an easy coincidence, but Peter had already seen rainbow people - would it really be a far cry to say Miles was Bi?
Miles frowned, squinting his eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked, looking over Peter’s shoulder.
“Y-yeah, I’m good - I just zoned out a little, sorry.” Peter rambled. “I, erm, I-I really like the colours on this one.” He told him, deciding to test the waters.
Miles blushed. “Oh, c-cool, I do too.” He replied.
Peter sighed, letting out a deep breath, before biting his lip again. “So...are you...?” He started, trying to find the right words to ask.
“Are you?” Miles blurted, a blush spreading like wildfire across his cheeks.
He blinked. “I’m bisexual.” He told him. “Is that...what you thought I was asking?” Peter asked, blushing himself.
Miles bit his lip and made a small nod. “I’ve never met anyone bisexual before. I mean, I, I kinda assumed you could be from conversations you’ve had with MJ, but I didn’t want to be offensive o-or ask and it turned out you were another cis straight white dude.”
“Rude.” Peter scoffed, rolling his eyes and closing the sketchbook with a smile on his face. “It’s not like I try to act straight, I-I’m proud, but I only really came out to Ned. MJ just...knew, she’s ace and sapphic - we get each other, so we’ve never really had to...have a talk o-or anything, and if Aunt May knows, she’s never mentioned it.” He explained.
“I only told my Uncle.” Miles admitted. “My parents are too oblivious to notice, but I think he always knew. H-he helped me a lot, he still does - Uncle Aaron’s my best friend, you know?”
Peter smiled sadly. “Yeah, that was like me and Uncle Ben, but I have my internship with Mister Stark a-and I guess I do think of him as the father I never had. I know it’s stupid, b—“
“It’s not stupid.” Miles interrupted him. “You hang out all the time, and it’s not only when you’re working in the labs - you’re always watching movies together and you have your own bedroom at the compound for weekends - that’s...that’s not what normal internships look like, Pete - anyone can see that Mister Stark enjoys having you around. He cares about you - it’s not stupid for you to care about him too.” He told him.
Peter hadn’t told Miles about his Spider Man gig - the internship cover up was an easy lie to use, and although he hated using it on Miles, it was only because he wanted to protect him. That didn’t mean it made him feel less guilty for doing it.
“Thanks Miles.” Peter smiled. He played with the edge of his sleeves and took a deep breath. “From the moment we met, I’ve had a huge crush on you.” He admitted.
“No way!” Miles gasped. “So you like me back?”
“You like me?” Peter exclaimed. “But why?”
“Why? Pete, you’re the coolest, kindest, smartest person I know and you’re a total hottie - why wouldn’t I be crushing on you? Half the academic decathlon team does.” He told him.
Peter blushed. “Th-they do?”
Miles rolled his eyes. “Forget about them - I’ve been crushing on you forever! I can’t believe we’re been pining over each other all this time.”
“Nor can I.” He grinned. “So...do you want to be my boyfriend?”
“Do you even have to ask?” Miles responded.
Peter threw his boyfriends sketchbook at his head.
...
Miles was Peter’s first ever boyfriend, and if he didn’t count Liz, he was his first ever relationship too. Peter was falling in love with him, so the last thing he wanted to do was mess it up - for their first month anniversary, Peter knew he had to come clean about Spider Man. He couldn’t bare to lie anymore, and the pressure of his best friends’ disapproving looks had pushed him over the edge. However, Peter Parker was a hopeless romantic, and what better way to soften the reveal than setting up a picnic style midnight feast on the rooftops?
The only thing Peter told Miles about his surprise was what time and street to meet him on. His boyfriend had an excited giddiness about him as he spent the rest of the school day guessing what was going on, but it wasn’t until they met at the place and Peter whipped out a blindfold that Miles’s curiosity got the best of him.
They laughed and stumbled all the way up the building and after almost ten minutes of pulling Miles up the metal ladder, Peter reached the top and took his blindfold off.
He’d planned everything to look perfect, sticking the navy blanket down with webbing and borrowing (stealing) Mr Stark’s special candles, so he wouldn’t have to relight them every five seconds. The basket, filled to the brim with treats, sat in the centre of the blanket, surrounded by more smaller blankets and pillows. Peter made sure to pick the perfect roof - a place far away from crime, where they could be hidden from the public, but still see the stars - and by the look on Miles’s face, he’d picked the right one.
“Do you...do you like it?” Peter asked.
“Like it? Of course I like it - it’s beautiful.” Miles replied. “I can’t believe you did this. You know you didn’t have to, right? I didn’t want you to feel like you had to make a huge deal out of our first month.”
“I wanted to.” He told him. “Trust me, you deserve it.” Peter smiled, reaching for his boyfriends hand and squeezing it in his own. “Do you want to sit down?”
The night went as smoothly as Peter hoped. They had a great time, chatting about anything and everything, while having enough sugar to keep them up until sunrise - Peter wished it could last forever.
He sighed, biting his lip and putting down his third can of coke. “Miles, I, I need to tell you something.”
He frowned, looking at Peter with concerned eyes. “Oh-okay, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“I, um, well...” Peter began. “I really need to get something off my chest. I don’t want there to be any secrets between us, so I-I need to tell you why I’m Mister Stark’s intern.” He told him. Peter sighed. “Miles, I’m Spider Man.”
He blinked, staring at him and raising his eyebrows. “Y-you’re sp-Spider-Man?” He stuttered.
“I got bitten by a radioactive spider and now I’m a mutant. I-I make the webs myself, but I have advanced senses and abilities.” Peter tried to explain. “I know it’s a lot, but—“
“Awesome.” Miles gasped, interrupting Peter’s nerves. “My boyfriend has been a super hero this whole entire time!” He exclaimed. “Does Aunt May know?”
“Yep. I didn’t tell her at first, and then Mister Stark turned up at our house and took me to Germany to fight the Avengers. The whole internship lie didn’t last long after the vulture incident, and when she found out, she was more angry at Mister Stark and Happy than she was at me. She’s...she’s fine with it now, she just cares about me and wants to make sure I’m careful.” Peter stumbled. “I hid my powers from Ned for a while, but he walked in on me and became my guy in the chair, and MJ always knew something was up and wouldn’t let it go until she worked out the truth.”
“How long are you going to hide your identity from everyone?” Miles asked.
Peter shrugged. “I don’t know - I never really thought about it. Mister Fury and Mister Stark are going to make me a full time Avenger when I graduate High School, so I guess I’ll need to when I turn eighteen. Hiding my identity has always been to protect Aunt May and my friends, but... I don’t know if I’ll ever be comfortable with the world knowing who I am. It’s kinda scary thinking about it.”
“I guess it’s like coming out, huh?” Miles sighed. “It’s revealing a part of you that you’ve been hiding for so long, but even though it’s an important part of you, you don’t want it to be the only thing that defines who you are.”
“Yeah...yeah, something like it.” Peter murmured.
“You know you can tell me anything, right? I’ll always be here if you need anything. I promise.” Miles told him.
Peter smiled. “Ditto, M. From now on, we do things together.”
“I like the sound of that.” He replied with a grin.
...
It had only taken a week after their first kiss for it to turn into their favourite (only) thing to do. From hiding in storage rooms at school to pushing each other up against every wall, there was never a place they weren’t making out. They had to be careful, locking doors and staying home alone, but they’d gotten used to all the precautions with their secret relationship and knew how to handle them. Peter and Miles were sixteen year old boys, nearly seventeen - they were teenagers, going through hormones and discovering new things - it was a matter of time before they started trying out stuff. For now, it was only kissing, but who knew what it could escalate to.
Aunt May was supposed to be working until eight, so Miles had gone home with Peter after academic decathlon practice. They started of watching tv in Peter’s room, but it didn’t take long for them to discard the controller on the floor and move onto the bed.
Peter found himself on top of his boyfriend, listening to every sweet moan he made as he planted kisses all over his skin. Miles groaned as Peter fought hungrily at his lips, lifting his neck and wrapping his arms around his back for support. Peter wasn’t used to thinking about his looks - he knew he wasn’t ugly, but Miles...he was gorgeous. Sometimes Peter wondered how someone, who looked like a model, could love a person as bland-looking as him, but then Miles would start whining and begging and pleading, and he would forget he even doubted their chemistry in the first place.
With the tv blaring and their moans filling up the room, neither of the boys heard May enter the house and call upstairs ; nor were they able to snap out of their daze before she entered.
For a moment, Aunt May stood in silence, staring at the bed with wide eyes, before calming herself down with a couple of blinks.
Peter stopped breathing when the door opened. Gulping, he climbed off Miles and fumbled across the bed. His boyfriend, sat up, blushing bright red in embarrassment - he couldn’t look May in the eyes without feeling guilty.
Miles was used to coming to Peter’s with their group, so he’d met Aunt May a good number of times, but he was never supposed to be dating her nephew. Peter knew lying to May about his sexuality and relationship was always going to end badly, but he never thought she’d find out by catching him in the middle of making out.
May took a deep breath. “Is anyone going to tell me how long this has been going on, or do I need to wait until you’ve stopped being hard?” She asked as a smirk danced across her face.
Peter watched as Miles attempted to cover below his hips, before turning into a flustered mess himself as he noticed his own, quickly covering it with his bedcover. Aunt May was going to tease him about his coming out for the rest of his life.
Once he’d calmed down, Peter bit his lip and sighed. “A-aunt May, are you mad?” He asked her.
“Of course I’m not mad, silly, you’re a teenager - this...this is what teenagers do. I should be grateful you left the door open, and I know I should sit you down and give you the safe sexy talk, but I’d much rather watch you blush about how the hell you’re going to explain this secret relationship to me.” She replied.
“So you don’t mind that we’re dating?” Miles asked her.
“I would’ve hoped you’d told me, but no, I don’t mind.” May answered. “It’s a surprise, I’ll say that, but as long as you two are happy, I don’t want to see you hiding around me like I’m going to kick you out or something.”
Peter smiled. “Thanks Aunt May.”
“So...how long?” She asked.
“Nearly two months.” Peter replied.
“And you’re...?” May prodded.
“Bi.” Peter told her.
“Both of us are.” Miles added.
“Now, if that’s all settled, who wants Take Out?” May asked them, and Peter had a feeling that everything would be okay.
...
Peter knew he didn’t have to be nervous. This was Mr Stark - his childhood hero, the coolest billionaire in the New York and the guy he thought of as a Father - he knew he could tell him anything and nothing bad would happen to him in return. Peter trusted Mr Stark, he knew he wouldn’t hurt him, but coming out was scary.
It wasn’t like he was going to take away his suit again, or kick him out the compound, Peter knew that, but he couldn’t bare the thought of Mr Stark treating him differently. What if he didn’t look at him the same? What if he wasn’t allowed snuggles in movie night? What Mr Stark didn’t want movie night anymore? What if he stopped teasing him or asking about his day or letting him hang out with him? Peter had already lost enough Father figures - he couldn’t loose Mr Stark too.
Peter sighed, gulping down his nerves and turning towards him. “Mister Stark, do you remember Miles Morales?” He asked.
Mr Stark looked at him and raised his eyebrows. “The new kid? Yeah, you’ve mentioned him a couple of times - do you want to invite him over or something?” He asked.
“I-if that’s okay, I really want you to meet him, but that’s not what I was going to tell you.” Peter replied, taking a deep breath. “I-I just...I wanted to l-let you know that this time next week, it’ll be two months since we started dating.” He told him, watching as Mr Stark’s face froze in surprise. “I’m bisexual.” He blurted. “It-it doesn’t have to mean anything, I-I’m still the same, and w-we don’t have to make a b-big deal about it, so—“ Peter cut himself off from rambling as he noticed the big arms wrapping around his waist. He shut his eyes, hiding his head in his mentors chest.
“Shhhh, it’s okay Underoos, d-don’t cry, I’ve got you.” He cooed. “You’re my kid, Petey - I don’t care who you love or who you’re dating - I’ll always be here for you, okay? And who am I to judge when we’re in the same boat? At least now I can show you the hottest actors of all time.”
Peter looked up at him with teary eyes. “Y-you’re Bi too?” He gasped.
Mr Stark smiled. “You’ll be surprised by how many Avengers swing both ways. Yes, I’m Bi - I like guys and girls and anyone else that looks my way. I did a lot of experimenting when I was in High School, and I didn’t really know any words to express how I feel, but things are better now. They’re not perfect, but it’s better, and I’ll keep fighting until kids get the perfect I’d wanted when I was their age.” He replied. “You’re safe with me, bambino, and if anyone hurts you or that boyfriend of yours, I’ll make sure they never see the light of day again, understand?”
“Yes.” Peter sniffled, blinking away his tears. “I love you, Mister Stark.”
“I love you too, underoos, always.”