The Web Heads

“Hey Pete, sorry I’m late. Hop in.” 

Peter’s mind was whirling. How did May know he was at school? She didn’t know he had detention. Beck was the one that received the call from Principal Morita, and he was the one that ‘punished’ Peter last night. So what was May doing at school? And where was Beck anyways? He seemed to be attached to her hip these days, ever since the two of them started ‘getting serious.’ It was so terrible, all these thoughts running through his head at once, Peter couldn’t think straight. 

“Are you actually alone for once?” He asked, peeking his head through the passenger window and looking into the backseat of the car. He half expected to see Beck pop up and strangle him like in all the horror movies he’s seen. 

“What kind of question is that?” May laughed.

“Most of the time he’s with you.” The normally soft-spoken teen growled like an angry dog. Shocked at his own voice, Peter lowered his head, staring at the brown leaves beneath his shoes. 

It was a beautiful Autumn day, but Peter felt more like the dead leaves that were smashed beneath his feet rather than the golden ones that swirled past his face in the nice breeze. 

“Quentin is at the apartment. He doesn’t go everywhere with me.” May chuckled, still trying to ease the mood. His aunt was legendary for cheering people up. But Peter was not amused at all.

For the first time since yesterday he forgot why he couldn’t tell his aunt the truth. The fight between his body and mind came to an end when the ache in his body got so bad it convinced his mind to tell the truth. It can’t hurt worse than this, Peter thought. Plus, seeing May alone for the first time in weeks sparked a surge of hope in his bones. But this might be his only chance to get his aunt alone. He had to tell her now. 

“I need to talk to you.” Peter said seriously. 

May nodded, finally picking up on the serious tone of his voice. “Yeah of course,  tough guy. We can talk about anything. You know that.”

Peter did know that. He could tell May anything and she would listen. She was the best. The absolute best. Taking a deep breath, Peter opened the passenger door and slipped into the front seat. 

He was unaware of how badly his hands were shaking until he reached out to shut the car door. Don’t get cold feet now. Just say it. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. 

“Hello! How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

What? Peter was so confused. Glancing at his aunt with perplexed eyebrows, Peter noticed May wasn’t looking at him. He turned to see what she was smiling at and nearly slapped a hand to his forehead when he saw MJ still standing on the sidewalk. Idiot self. How could he forget he was just talking to MJ less than a minute ago? 

“I heard your parents are going away again. Another business trip?” May asked, being the nosy person that she was sometimes. That was the one thing Peter disliked about her. She got into other people’s business. But then again, Peter did the same thing as Spider-Man, so he can’t really complain. 

“Yeah, yeah, they’re going to Florida for a bit.” MJ said, giving Peter an apologetic smile. He could tell she was uncomfortable and looking for a way to bolt. 

“So are you going to be home alone?” May asked. 

“Sort of, yeah. I mean, I’m almost sixteen. It’s no big deal.” 

“Well if you need anything, you know our door is always open. Speaking of which, would you like a ride home?”

Peter’s eyebrows shot the the sky. Oh no. Looks like he wasn’t going to get to tell May after all. It’s for the best because the more Peter’s mind thought it over, the more he realized what a terrible mistake it would have been to tell her. 

If he told May, then Beck would expose to the world that he was Spider-Man and if he did that... May would be in terrible danger. It’s just like what Mr. Stark fears with Pepper. When bad guys know who you are, they go after the one’s you love. And Peter couldn’t lose May. He just couldn’t. She was all he had left. The thought of losing her was enough to make him forget all the pain he was feeling in his lower region. He would take that pain any day over the pain of losing May. 

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After MJ climbed out of the backseat of May’s car, she slowly ascended the steps to her apartment building. Peter wondered why she was walking so slowly. It was almost like she was watching him. 

It took all of two minutes for May to drive to the building right next door and park. Sighing, Peter slipped out of the backseat and followed his aunt to the seventh floor. Surprise, surprise, Beck was waiting for them in the apartment. 

“There you are.” He greeted May with a kiss. “I thought you got lost.” 

Peter literally rolled his eyes. It was disgusting, in his opinion, how often Beck kissed his Aunt. The gesture didn’t go unnoticed, Beck was glaring at him while hugging May tightly to his chest. Peter returned the favor. 

At last, May pulled away from the hug and she grabbed Beck’s hands into her own. “Peter and I were talking, and then I took his friend, MJ, home and I guess we lost track of time.” 

“Oh? What were you two talking about?” 

“None of your business.” Peter stated coldly.

“Peter Parker.” May whipped her head around to glare at her nephew, but Peter’s attention was trained on Beck. “Go to your room.”

That shook his attention away. Peter’s mouth dropped open. He was startled by the harsh command that was usually only served for reprimanding him when he did something wrong. 

“Wha -Why?” 

“Because we need to talk.”

Peter blinked at May, waiting for her to regain her senses and admit she was just kidding. But he slowly drowned in the realization that his aunt was beyond serious when she didn’t say anything else.

What the hell? 

Clenching his jaw, Peter stormed into his bedroom. Freakin’ May. He went to slam the door but Beck stopped it from closing. 

“Whoa, take it easy, champ.” 

“Get out of my room!” He shrieked, face going red. 

“We just want to talk.” Beck held his hands up, silently surrendering as May trailed in behind him. 

“About what? I didn’t do anything.” 

“Didn’t do anything?” May crossed her arms over her chest. She was pulling that stern-mom voice which she saved for serious offenses, but Peter honestly had no idea what he did. He felt like there was something he was missing, like he skipped an entire page in his favorite novel and now the characters were acting awry. 

“Beck said the principal called and that you got into a fight at school. Is that true?”

Peter closed his eyes and dropped defeatedly onto his bed. 

 “It - It wasn’t a fight.” He whispered, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie. Hopefully May would believe him. She used to believe him before Quentin Beck arrived in their lives. 

“If it wasn’t a fight, what was it?” May asked. 

“It was just a shove, and Flash shoved me, I never shoved him. But I was out of my seat when I wasn’t supposed to be, so I got detention. That’s it, I swear.” 

“Oh, that’s a relief.” May grinned. The wind from an open window twirled her long hair off her shoulders for a moment and all was back to normal.  “I was afraid you were getting into fights at school. If that ever happens, you need to tell me about it, okay?”

Peter nodded. 

May reached out to smooth a bit of unruly hair away from Peter’s forehead because it was dangling near his eyes and Peter leaned into the touch. 

“You’re just going to believe him?” Beck asked, and May turned to him so quickly she could have gotten whiplash. 

“Of course. Peter wouldn’t lie.” May ruffled his hair and he batted her hands away with a smile. “We tell each other everything, even if it’s hard to talk about it.”

Beck raised his eyebrows at Peter, a smirk dancing on his lips because he knew how wrong that statement was. 

“Is that so?”

She nodded. “Listen, Quentin, it’s nothing to worry about. I knew it was probably a misunderstanding but now we know for sure that it was.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Beck gave them a crooked smile. His mind was churning with thought. “Hey, I know I said I was going to make dinner for you, but I just realized you’re out of paper towels so I’m thinking maybe I’ll run to the store first.”

“Oh no, don’t be silly, I’ll go get them. You stay here and cook.” May exclaimed. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course. I’m already so thankful you’re cooking for us, it’s the least I can do.”

Peter felt uneasy at the thought of being alone with Beck. But Beck wasn’t drunk this time, and May wouldn’t be gone for too long, so he squashed the nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

The second May left the apartment, however, Beck walked over to Peter’s bedroom curtains and yanked them shut. 

“Do you like lying to her?” 

Peter glanced at Beck, noticing his sour expression. “N-No, but I can’t tell her I’m Spider-Man or she’ll be in danger.”

“That’s good. I’m glad to hear you remembered that. Hopefully that means your remembered our deal too.”

Peter swallowed, Adam’s Apple bobbing. “I thought that was just - just last night.”

“Last night, tomorrow night, right now. Whenever I fucking want.” Beck said and Peter’s heart leaped in his throat. He tried to swallow around it. But he couldn’t.

Choking on his words, Peter managed to ask Beck if he was drunk. 

“I don’t need to drink in order to have a good time.” 

Peter quickly tucked himself under the blankets of his bed, heart plummeting to the ground as Beck undressed himself to only his black boxers.

“C-Can we watch some TV?” Peter pleaded, “Or eat some food. May will be back soon and she’ll expect there to be food because - because you said you would cook so - so we should go do that instead.” 

“Shh,” Beck was crawling onto the bed, and tugging at the bedsheets. Peter tightened his grip on them but it only made Beck more angry.

“Hey, what was our deal? Are you going to be good or am I going to have to punish you too?” 

Peter’s chest tightened in knots at the intensity of Beck’s gaze. He felt his eyes start to water as he planted his hands against the sheets. “N-No, p-please, I - I don’t want to.”

Beck’s eyes darkened. Without hesitation, he lifted his hand and snapped it across Peter’s left cheek. Peter’s head flew to the side, and he clutched his face with his hands. In that moment of shock, Beck took full advantage and ripped the sheets away. 

“No!” Peter screamed, legs kicking and flailing as Beck got on top of him. He wanted to fight him. Every ounce of fiber in his being was screaming to fight Beck with all his strength but he knew if he fought back, then Beck would tell the world his secret. His only way out was to get Beck to not want to do this anymore. But that didn’t seem like it was going to happen. 

Peter’s bottom lip quivered when Beck attached his lips to his neck and he pulled his hoodie over his head, throwing it somewhere in the room. Next was his t-shirt, ripped away onto the floor. Hands skittered his body, and soon his jeans and boxers were joining the rest of his clothes. Peter shivered from the cold air on his exposed skin. 

There was nothing gentle about the way Beck handled him, how he pushed his fingers into Peter without any lube or warning. Beck was forceful and brash, torturing his body raw and not giving a damn all the while. 

“Touch it,” he whispered, grabbing Peter’s wrist so hard that it hurt, and he placed his hand right over his boxers. “Feel that, Peter? Look what you do to me.”

The younger boy gasped, and his cheeks flushed as Beck grabbed his hand and slipped it into his boxers.

 “Good boy.” Beck growled, panting as he moved Peter’s hand against his length. But when Peter jerked his hand backwards, trying to get away, he must have hurt Beck in the process because the man grit his teeth, and yelped. 

“Sorry,” Peter squeaked. 

“Turn over,” His gruff tormentor snapped, eyes wild with fury. 

“Beck, please, I promise I won’t do it again, I s-swear.”

But Beck was already sliding out of his boxers completely. “Turn the fuck over.” 

Peter bit his lip in hesitation, debating whether or not he should comply. 

“If you don’t, I’ll just lift your legs up,” Beck warned, hands reaching for his thighs. 

So Peter flopped onto his stomach, and he felt Beck shove a few pillows under his hips in order to elevate his butt. 

“At least you can do something right,” he whispered gently into Peter’s shoulder blade. Hands ran over Peter’s exposed backside and the younger boy started crying, harder this time as Beck thrusted into him. He could hear Beck panting and he tried so desperately to focus on anything else. His hands fisted the sheets of his bed while he choked on his sobs. It hurt, hurt, hurt. 

“Please stop crying,” Beck said at one point, his voice soft, startling Peter more than it should’ve. “I promise I’ll make you feel good in a minute.” 

Peter was barely paying attention now, barely able to breathe as his hips were pulled back roughly and his body was suddenly jolted forward from each and every sloppy thrust Beck gave. 

“P-please stop,” Peter sobbed, grinding his back against the bed, squirming to get away from the assault. “Please, I don’t - owww - nooooo. Stop!”

But he knew Beck wasn’t going to stop until he wanted to. He would just have to lay there and take it until the man finished using him. Luckily, it was only a few seconds later. 

“You were so good,” Beck mumbled, as he pulled out of Peter who slumped down on the bed, sobs racking his whole body. 

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” Beck gave his cheek a kiss. Peter wanted to punch him, wanted to kick him off the bed, scream at the top of his lungs, do anything to show this jerk he was not happy. 

“We gotta get you to stop crying before your Aunt gets home.” Beck said as he moved his kisses lower, and lower down Peter’s body.

“Wh-What are you doing?” 

“Making you feel good, like I promised.”

A soft kiss against his most sensitive area caused Peter to throw his head back with a moan. Immediate shame hit him hard, and Peter was disgusted by himself and his reaction. He shouldn’t like this. He didn’t like this. But his body seemed to. 

“See told you I can make you feel good.” Beck said, doing more and more things that gave him a blissful feeling building tension in his belly. Peter tried to fight it, he really tried, but he lost it and fell apart. 

“There.” Beck sat back with a smile when Peter was done, and he wiped away some of the cum with his fingers. 

Most of his tears had dried and he seemed much more content. Or maybe he just seemed content because he was half asleep. 

Beck pulled his hair gently. “You can’t sleep. Gotta get up so I can change the sheets.”

Peter whimpered in a high-pithed cry. He was lying on the bed, half unconscious. Beck knew he would be able to fall asleep right there if he didn’t move the kid. So he grabbed a pair of clothes, threw it on top of Peter’s body, then pulled the boy close, swung his legs under his arms and carried Peter to the bathroom. He dropped him on the tile floor. 

“Get a bath.” He ordered slamming the door behind him. Peter sniffled now that he was standing alone; there was an intense ache crawling up his lower back. 

When he was finished with the shower he tried to dry himself off with a towel without brushing too hard against his sensitive skin but it didn’t work.

“Ow, ow, owwww.” Peter whined, throwing the offensive towel against the wall. 

“Are you okay, Peter?” That was May. She must have gotten back while he was in the shower. Peter briefly wondered where Beck was. Most likely he was at the laundromat, washing their sheets. Maybe he even went home to shower. Peter didn’t care where he went, as long as he wasn’t near him or his aunt.

“I’m fine. I just - ah - cut myself shaving.”

“Peter! Why are you trying to shave? You don’t have any facial hair.”

“Uh, I wanted to try to smell like aftershave. It wasn’t a good idea, hurts pretty bad.”

“Do you want an ice pack.”

“Sure.” Peter whispered. Maybe it would actually help ease some of his other pains. 

After dressing into his rough scratchy jeans and science pun t-shirt, Peter hobbled into the livingroom and laid tentatively on the couch. 

“Are you tired?” May asked, sitting next to him. 

“Mhm.” He mumbled, closing his eyes. She put a green clothed ice pack over his cheek. “I don’t see the cut.”

“It’s really small.” Peter whispered. “You can’t see it but it’s there.”

May frowned and kissed the top of his head. “I don’t like when you’re tired like this. Maybe we should get you checked out. It could be iron deficiency. My mom had that.”

Peter would have responded, but he was too tired to speak. The next thing he knew he was waking up to a dark room with the television playing real low. 

“May?” His voice was thick and hoarse. 

Thankfully the person in the dark was in fact May, and she was quick to mute her Grey’s Anatomy show. 

“Hey tough guy. Are you feeling well rested? You took a really long nap.”

In all honesty, Peter felt just as horrible and exhausted as before, but he smiled and said he was feeling better.

“Quentin came back over and cooked dinner. Sorry you missed it, but I didn’t want to wake you up. You were so tired.”

Peter snuggled further under the blankets at that jerk’s name, squirming uncomfortably at the fresh memories he had.

“I saved you some left-overs in the fridge.”

“I’m not hungry.”

May’s frown deepened, “Since when are you not hungry?” 

Peter didn’t answer. He turned his head towards the muted TV show and watched it quietly for a few minutes. 

“You work too hard.” May said, crouching on the floor so she could look him in the eye, and stroke a hand through his soft hair. “I think you should take a few days off of this Stark Internship.”

Peter snorted a small laugh. If only that was  what had him so exhausted.

“Okay, May. I’ll think about it.”

She patted his arm and stood up, gesturing for him to do the same. “Come on, let’s get you to bed. It’s 2am.”

Moving his numb legs was going to be impossible and he knew it would send waves of pain up his spine. 

“Can I sleep out here?” 

“If you want to...” Peter winced at her concerned face. The last thing he wanted to do was make her worry.

“Baby, are you feeling sick?” 

“No, no, I’m just... I don’t feel well.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

“No... my um.. my legs don’t feel so good and my back kinda hurts.” He decided to leave out the part about his throbbing butt, knowing that May would ask questions about that one. 

“Is there anything I can do.”

“Stay with me.” Peter whispered. He really didn’t feel like being alone... ever again. 

May nodded, and went back to watching her show while Peter rested his head on her lap. She was going to stay up all night with him if that’s what he needed. Peter was so grateful he cried himself to sleep.