Miles & Bobby, Thursday morning
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xp_logsAfter a night friendly saving the neighborhood, Miles comes home to find Bobby with a proposition. (No, not a proposal.)
It was after 3 AM when Miles climbed through the window into the small apartment he and Ganke shared. All his neighbors could have seen, were they up at this godforsaken hour, was the bedroom window sliding open and then shut on its own. It was not until Miles was alone in the darkness of his room that he reappeared, his black and red Spider-Man costume shimmering as he dropped camo.
Except, he realized as he fell into bed, he was not alone. There was another body in his bed. Miles narrowly avoided falling on top of it, instead tumbling to the floor and nearly knocking over a lamp. His fingers glowed with green energy as he prepared a venom blast for the intruder, but dissipated just as quickly once he turned on the light.
"Bobby! The hell are you doing here?" he asked breathlessly, any exhaustion he'd felt after the night's superheroing gone with the adrenaline rush.
He'd had the best of intentions when he'd decided to surprise Miles with an unannounced visit at his apartment; Bobby was looking at a few options for school, and didn't want to get Miles' hopes up, so he came on his own and decided he'd stay there instead of going back home. He did have a spare key, and he'd given Ganke a heads up, but then he went and ruined it by falling asleep in his boyfriend's bed before he'd gotten home. Whoops.
"M'sorry," Bobby mumbled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I mean. Surpriiiiise."
"Man, I nearly zapped you." Well, now that Miles was up, he figured he ought to actually change out of his costume instead of crashing in it. He pressed the spider emblem on the chest, and the skin-tight fabric expanded, letting the costume fall to the floor and leaving him only the compression shorts he wore underneath. He kicked the costume aside. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd've been home sooner. Peter and I got kinda into it tonight pushers tonight. You'd think after all this time, they'd stop this stuff in Manhattan when me and him are around."
"Is that what people call it these days?" Bobby said in a poor effort to flirt. Which, to be fair, was pretty much any attempt he made at same, so it was par for the course.
"It's all good, you had no idea. But you're ok, yeah?" He knew Miles was awesome, and that Peter was a solid dude, but still. Being a couple made him worry more than usual, an emotion he was still coming to terms with himself, but it was gonna take some time.
Miles nodded as he fell back into bed and nuzzled against Bobby's chest. "Yeah, just tired," he answered, his response muffled by Bobby's shirt. "Pete and I had a late night yesterday, too. And the night before. And . . . you get the idea. Crime never sleeps, and so I guess I don't either."
"Crime should totally sleep, it doesn't know what it's missing out on," Bobby said, placing an arm around Miles' shoulder and rubbing it gently. "Sleep is awesome." He stifled a yawn and realized that he'd better stop thinking about sleep or else he'd be falling right back into slumber himself.
"And, uh, you know what else is awesome..." Brilliant segue, he thought to himself, though the thought of attending school and moving in with Miles was still pretty awesome, awkward shifts in conversation aside.
There were a few ways to answer that question, but in his fatigued state, Miles doubted his ability to follow through on the most fun one. "What's that?" he asked instead.
"This..." Bobby said, reaching down with his free hand into his pants pocket for - wait, nope, it's not in there. "Um... this is..." He moved his hand to the other pocket, which was also empty. What the fudge. "...is..." That's when he remembered he was wearing a hoodie, phew. Bobby's hand slid into the pouch and withdrew the only-slightly-crumpled brochure of the school he'd been checking out earlier today.
He held it aloft for Miles to see, shaking it back and forth a little for dramatic effect. "This is partly why I came here today, also to see you of course but to see this place and to check it out."
Miles groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position so he could read the folded pamphlet. His eyes widened and his smile grew as the implications became clear to him. "You're looking at a school in the city? For reals?"
"For reals, my man." Bobby grinned as he saw Miles' face light up. "I mean, I dunno if they'll have me, and then I have to apply for a loan and shit, there's still a lot to figure out, but yeah. I wanna do it." He paused and realized that it wasn't just all about him, exactly. "If you think it's a good idea, that is. Which, hey, just springin' it on you now so you don't have to answer right away, but now you know, right?"
The most appropriate reaction, Miles felt, was to pull Bobby in for a kiss. He was still smiling brightly when he pulled away several moments later. "You don't need my permission. But of course I think it's a great idea! There's more to life than Five Guys. Think of all the burgers you'll be able to buy yourself with that CPA money. Assuming that's still what you're going for?"
"Burgers and fries," Bobby clarified after their kiss. "And yeah, it is. It's... I dunno how to say it." He thought for a beat or two before coming up with the words. "It's... I can do it, you know? It's something I'm good at. And that's a good feeling, because I'm not good at a lot of stuff, so." He put up his hand to preempt any arguments from his boyfriend. "Not beating myself up, I promise, but it's cool to find that, to find something that works." Another moment passed before he added: "I mean, we work, ohmygod, don't get me wrong, just with work and shit I mean, seriously."
"No, yeah, I get it," Miles answered. He had always been good at school, but finding something he actually enjoyed and wanted to dedicate himself to was something entirely else. That Bobby had finally found that same passion instantly washed away all the week's tension and exhaustion, and Miles's smile was so bright, it practically luminesced. "This is really super, querido. Are you gonna commute from Westchester, though? All the way to the city every day."
"Well, that's the thing. I was thinking that, y'know. I'd find a place to live here. In the city." He looked down and traced random patterns into the blanket. "Maybe with someone I know, if they wanted to?" Bobby looked back up at Miles, one eyebrow slightly arched. He didn't want to come between his boyfriend and his best friend, but it'd be pretty dope if they could live together. "I totally understand if that's not possible though, but I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind."
It wasn't so revolutionary a suggestion, seeing as they'd lived together at the mansion for years already, and Bobby crashed here pretty often. Most importantly, Miles was growing tired of nights he had to sleep alone. Nothing worse than a night out spidering and having to come home to a cold, empty bed.
"I'd have to talk with Ganks about it first," he said, "But hell yeah. There's plenty of space here, and you're here so much, anyway."
"I am, that's true, but I do pay for my rent in Five Guys food." Which reminded him that he hadn't brought any with him this time, since he hadn't been working. "I... didn't bring any this time, but I will totally continue to do so once - if - I'm allowed to live here. It'll be, like, a bribe or a tip or something."
With Warren footing all the bills, there wasn't a need for anything out-of-pocket from Bobby. They would have to reconfigure their chore wheel, though. Less bathroom duty alone might make Ganke say yes to another roommate, Miles thought.
"I accept your offer," Miles said as he settled back down into bed. "We can talk to Ganks in the morning. Once he has his coffee, he's easily suggestible. It's how I got him to watch Deep Space 9 all the way through."
"Deep Space 9," Bobby said with a chuckle. "You know that title always makes me laugh." He'd be the first to admit he was immature, but pretty much everyone else already knew that. "Ok, that sounds good to me." He really hoped that Miles was right, because the more he thought about it the more he wanted it to become a reality.
"I have to be up in, like, three hours, but, you know . . ." Miles's smile turned wicked as he moved his hand down Bobby's side. "I could give you the Deep Space 9 right now." He managed to keep a straight face for a good three and a half seconds before he snort-laughed. "Ugh, that was awful."
Bobby chuckled too, but slid his hand down and placed it on top of Miles'. "Just a little bit, but, lucky for you, I am kind of a fan of bad jokes." He squeezed his hand slightly then leaned in for a kiss. "It's been a long day I'm afraid, but this is nice if you're ok with, uh. This?"
There'd be lots of time for Deep Space 9 and other discoveries during the next generation of their evolving relationship, but for now he was content to just cuddle with his boyfriend until they fell asleep together.
It was after 3 AM when Miles climbed through the window into the small apartment he and Ganke shared. All his neighbors could have seen, were they up at this godforsaken hour, was the bedroom window sliding open and then shut on its own. It was not until Miles was alone in the darkness of his room that he reappeared, his black and red Spider-Man costume shimmering as he dropped camo.
Except, he realized as he fell into bed, he was not alone. There was another body in his bed. Miles narrowly avoided falling on top of it, instead tumbling to the floor and nearly knocking over a lamp. His fingers glowed with green energy as he prepared a venom blast for the intruder, but dissipated just as quickly once he turned on the light.
"Bobby! The hell are you doing here?" he asked breathlessly, any exhaustion he'd felt after the night's superheroing gone with the adrenaline rush.
He'd had the best of intentions when he'd decided to surprise Miles with an unannounced visit at his apartment; Bobby was looking at a few options for school, and didn't want to get Miles' hopes up, so he came on his own and decided he'd stay there instead of going back home. He did have a spare key, and he'd given Ganke a heads up, but then he went and ruined it by falling asleep in his boyfriend's bed before he'd gotten home. Whoops.
"M'sorry," Bobby mumbled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "I mean. Surpriiiiise."
"Man, I nearly zapped you." Well, now that Miles was up, he figured he ought to actually change out of his costume instead of crashing in it. He pressed the spider emblem on the chest, and the skin-tight fabric expanded, letting the costume fall to the floor and leaving him only the compression shorts he wore underneath. He kicked the costume aside. "If I'd known you were coming, I'd've been home sooner. Peter and I got kinda into it tonight pushers tonight. You'd think after all this time, they'd stop this stuff in Manhattan when me and him are around."
"Is that what people call it these days?" Bobby said in a poor effort to flirt. Which, to be fair, was pretty much any attempt he made at same, so it was par for the course.
"It's all good, you had no idea. But you're ok, yeah?" He knew Miles was awesome, and that Peter was a solid dude, but still. Being a couple made him worry more than usual, an emotion he was still coming to terms with himself, but it was gonna take some time.
Miles nodded as he fell back into bed and nuzzled against Bobby's chest. "Yeah, just tired," he answered, his response muffled by Bobby's shirt. "Pete and I had a late night yesterday, too. And the night before. And . . . you get the idea. Crime never sleeps, and so I guess I don't either."
"Crime should totally sleep, it doesn't know what it's missing out on," Bobby said, placing an arm around Miles' shoulder and rubbing it gently. "Sleep is awesome." He stifled a yawn and realized that he'd better stop thinking about sleep or else he'd be falling right back into slumber himself.
"And, uh, you know what else is awesome..." Brilliant segue, he thought to himself, though the thought of attending school and moving in with Miles was still pretty awesome, awkward shifts in conversation aside.
There were a few ways to answer that question, but in his fatigued state, Miles doubted his ability to follow through on the most fun one. "What's that?" he asked instead.
"This..." Bobby said, reaching down with his free hand into his pants pocket for - wait, nope, it's not in there. "Um... this is..." He moved his hand to the other pocket, which was also empty. What the fudge. "...is..." That's when he remembered he was wearing a hoodie, phew. Bobby's hand slid into the pouch and withdrew the only-slightly-crumpled brochure of the school he'd been checking out earlier today.
He held it aloft for Miles to see, shaking it back and forth a little for dramatic effect. "This is partly why I came here today, also to see you of course but to see this place and to check it out."
Miles groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position so he could read the folded pamphlet. His eyes widened and his smile grew as the implications became clear to him. "You're looking at a school in the city? For reals?"
"For reals, my man." Bobby grinned as he saw Miles' face light up. "I mean, I dunno if they'll have me, and then I have to apply for a loan and shit, there's still a lot to figure out, but yeah. I wanna do it." He paused and realized that it wasn't just all about him, exactly. "If you think it's a good idea, that is. Which, hey, just springin' it on you now so you don't have to answer right away, but now you know, right?"
The most appropriate reaction, Miles felt, was to pull Bobby in for a kiss. He was still smiling brightly when he pulled away several moments later. "You don't need my permission. But of course I think it's a great idea! There's more to life than Five Guys. Think of all the burgers you'll be able to buy yourself with that CPA money. Assuming that's still what you're going for?"
"Burgers and fries," Bobby clarified after their kiss. "And yeah, it is. It's... I dunno how to say it." He thought for a beat or two before coming up with the words. "It's... I can do it, you know? It's something I'm good at. And that's a good feeling, because I'm not good at a lot of stuff, so." He put up his hand to preempt any arguments from his boyfriend. "Not beating myself up, I promise, but it's cool to find that, to find something that works." Another moment passed before he added: "I mean, we work, ohmygod, don't get me wrong, just with work and shit I mean, seriously."
"No, yeah, I get it," Miles answered. He had always been good at school, but finding something he actually enjoyed and wanted to dedicate himself to was something entirely else. That Bobby had finally found that same passion instantly washed away all the week's tension and exhaustion, and Miles's smile was so bright, it practically luminesced. "This is really super, querido. Are you gonna commute from Westchester, though? All the way to the city every day."
"Well, that's the thing. I was thinking that, y'know. I'd find a place to live here. In the city." He looked down and traced random patterns into the blanket. "Maybe with someone I know, if they wanted to?" Bobby looked back up at Miles, one eyebrow slightly arched. He didn't want to come between his boyfriend and his best friend, but it'd be pretty dope if they could live together. "I totally understand if that's not possible though, but I'd be lying if I said the thought hadn't crossed my mind."
It wasn't so revolutionary a suggestion, seeing as they'd lived together at the mansion for years already, and Bobby crashed here pretty often. Most importantly, Miles was growing tired of nights he had to sleep alone. Nothing worse than a night out spidering and having to come home to a cold, empty bed.
"I'd have to talk with Ganks about it first," he said, "But hell yeah. There's plenty of space here, and you're here so much, anyway."
"I am, that's true, but I do pay for my rent in Five Guys food." Which reminded him that he hadn't brought any with him this time, since he hadn't been working. "I... didn't bring any this time, but I will totally continue to do so once - if - I'm allowed to live here. It'll be, like, a bribe or a tip or something."
With Warren footing all the bills, there wasn't a need for anything out-of-pocket from Bobby. They would have to reconfigure their chore wheel, though. Less bathroom duty alone might make Ganke say yes to another roommate, Miles thought.
"I accept your offer," Miles said as he settled back down into bed. "We can talk to Ganks in the morning. Once he has his coffee, he's easily suggestible. It's how I got him to watch Deep Space 9 all the way through."
"Deep Space 9," Bobby said with a chuckle. "You know that title always makes me laugh." He'd be the first to admit he was immature, but pretty much everyone else already knew that. "Ok, that sounds good to me." He really hoped that Miles was right, because the more he thought about it the more he wanted it to become a reality.
"I have to be up in, like, three hours, but, you know . . ." Miles's smile turned wicked as he moved his hand down Bobby's side. "I could give you the Deep Space 9 right now." He managed to keep a straight face for a good three and a half seconds before he snort-laughed. "Ugh, that was awful."
Bobby chuckled too, but slid his hand down and placed it on top of Miles'. "Just a little bit, but, lucky for you, I am kind of a fan of bad jokes." He squeezed his hand slightly then leaned in for a kiss. "It's been a long day I'm afraid, but this is nice if you're ok with, uh. This?"
There'd be lots of time for Deep Space 9 and other discoveries during the next generation of their evolving relationship, but for now he was content to just cuddle with his boyfriend until they fell asleep together.
