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Miles finally chose to press the communication button on his watch after the millionth hesitation.
The signal was a little spotty, but thankfully it worked; after about a couple minutes the conversation screen finally popped up.
"Hobie? Is that you?"
Miles wasn't too sure; the screen was pitch black so he couldn't see anything. It remained quiet enough across the room, and after another couple dozen seconds a muffled voice finally came through.
"Of course. who the bloody hell would it be, you called for ME right?"
Hobie's voice made Miles a little uneasy: "Oh I'm sorry . . this a bad time?"
"Time difference, boy. It's 3p.m. here, which under normal cases, I'm sleeping."
"Jesus.... .s-sorry man. So maybe I should--hang up? So you can go back to sleep--"
Hobie interrupted Miles with a sigh, which made him even more nervous, along with a little bit of guilt: he knew there was a time difference between the two universes, but he just hadn't realized that three p.m. was Hobie's bedtime.
"Now that I'm awake, you might want as well just tell me why you'd suddenly call."
Miles swallowed and stammered his explanation, "Well it's-it's nothing really . . and I'm sorry, truly. I just wanna know maybe you want to, hang out? Like I kind of in the middle of nothing a-and.... ..if you're available I mean, of course--"
"If you wanna ask me out on a date, Peter Pan," Hobie's voice sounded less dreary, and the signal became intermittent at that point, and the next second a portal opened above Miles' head, startling Miles in the process; Punk yawned lazily, and then the whole thing stepped out of the door and sat down on Miles' bed in an extremely natural way : "Next time maybe just say it. or come to me."
"Sure..." Miles stared blankly at the other man, still coming to terms with the fact that Hobie had come straight to him; the other man was dressed only in a white tank top and shorts, with his two bare thighs folded and arched up to take up most of the space in Miles' house; Miles did his best to ignore that and focus on what was coming up next; he honestly did seem to be uncontrollably attracted to Hobie lately... ...physically attracted, and occasionally, on rare occasions, he had ambiguous dreams, but in them they were limited to kissing, cuddling, and a very few touches, which Miles preferred to blame on the overactive hormones of puberty.
"So, what's wrong, Peter Pan?"
"W-What?" Miles was slow to withdraw his gaze from Hobie's fingers that were casually resting on his thigh; Hobie's fingers were nice to look at, especially with black nail polish, but now was not the time to think about that; Miles avoided Hobie's gaze:"Nothing! Why would you ask? I'm just--"
"It's one in the morning here, and you're telling me that you called me just to hang out? Well, if you gonna waste my time I might just leave--"
"Wait!! Okay I'll tell--just, don't go please..."
Miles hastily yanked on Hobie's wrist, not even noticing that Punk hadn't moved since, let alone left.
"It's just...I had this nightmare for like, days a-and my power, there's something wrong with it a-and I really don't have anyone else to talk to so..."
"So you choose to spoiled my sleep schedule," Hobie's careless joke made Miles' heart heavier, and he almost felt ashamed, but the next second Hobie's words made his eyes light up anew: "That's alright. i kinda miss you Bambi."
Miles had gotten used to Hobie's various nicknames for him, and at the moment he unconsciously leaned closer to the other man as if it would make him feel a little more secure; Punk kept his head down and pretended not to have seen the scene, and he certainly wasn't going to tell Miles that he hadn't disturbed his sleep as Hobie was just glowing in his boat, but how could he make the boy show that look of shame and vulnerability if he said that?
"Tell me about your nightmare, and your power. What's wrong darling?"
"I-I've been dreaming of Peter, the Peter Parker in my world, I saw him died in from of me a-and my uncle...all these things, sometimes I'd dream of my dad in danger and I... I can't stop it from happening."
Miles swallowed hard and held out his somewhat slightly trembling hand up to Hobie: "And my power--I just recently found out that I can't control the electricity, o-or to turn invisible. I don't understand, what's wrong with me?..."
Miles' slightly trembling fingertips were held by Hobie. Such an intimate gesture short-circuited him for a moment, and Miles could only watch as the other man pulled his hand to his chest : "Shoot me."
"What--are you crazy?"
Miles glanced incredulously at Hobie, struggling desperately to pull his hand back; Hobie clutched it tightly not allowing him to resist, even making Miles stick tighter : "No I'm quite serious. Shoot me."
"No!!! What are you thinking?"
Then Miles realized something. His fingertips were starting to heat up, tiny currents leaping through his veins and pulsing under his skin; Hobie apparently felt it too. Punk raised one eyebrow : "See?"
"W-What? "Miles was still a little confused, he didn't understand what was happening, obviously his powers didn't work as well as they used to-
"I think you're just stressed out. Been putting too much pressure on yourself." said Hobie, opening his own palm and letting the electricity leap between his fingers:"Don't push yourself that hard, pretty. Plenty of other things to bother, so don't bother yourself."
"...Yeah, you're probably right."Miles looked down at his hands sullenly:" I wanted to, but it's a little harder to do it than saying it... I mean crimes won't wait for me to adjust or whatever..."
"And you're doing it again. "Hobie lazily put his arm over Miles' shoulder pulling the boy into his arms, he breathed softly against the side of Miles' neck, sniffing the boy's scent as he did so:"Bet I could figure out something to help you relax you know, something that can make you, less anxious."
Miles tried to raise his head, but Hobie's strength was so great that even being the same Spider-Man for a moment he had a hard time breaking free; he watched as Hobie's hand went to his pocket, then pulled out something and handed it to him.
It was a small, unassuming white pill.
"You wanna try it?"
"Is this--" Miles' voice trembled a little as his eyes fell on the pill: "Is this what I think it is?"
"What, scared?" said Hobie, mocking him good-naturedly.
"No! Okay maybe a little... I never try it though..."
"There's a first time for everything."
The scene was a bit like the Old Testament serpent tempting Eve to eat that apple, except Miles hadn't read the Bible and Hobie was a complete atheist.
Miles managed to be seduced anyway. He stared at the tiny pill and began to wonder, though he was still a little skeptical; Miles had seen the knocked up Hobie and all his crazy antics, and it was only now, when the choice was laid out right in front of him, that Miles began to seriously consider it.
Could a pill really be that potent? Could it make him forget, briefly escape it all for a moment of empty pleasure?
He was about to get his answer.
Miles held out his hand-
"No, no I can't give it to you," Hobie suddenly withdrew his hand moments before it was about to touch the pill. As if he'd suddenly changed his mind, he put his hand back in his pocket in a serious manner: "This is no good for you, kiddo. i'm just messing around. in fact i'm quite surprised you'd actually take it."
Miles awkwardly raised his hand in the air and finally withdrew it silently. Hobie still had him in his arms, and now the other man's nose rubbed gently against the skin at his neck: "Naughty boy."
Just at the moment when Miles felt overwhelmed, he heard the man beside him continue to speak, "I have other ways to help though... other methods, that I promise can give it to you..."
Miles' breathing became rapid. Hobie's hand had just slipped in against the hem of his shirt, stroking back and forth suggestively over the his
abdomen.
He wanted to refuse, and he should have. He opened his mouth but was unable to make a sound as if something were blocking his throat; when he finally spat out a few words， when he rubbing the air to make a few sounds, Miles heard himself saying -
"Sure."
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Hobie didn't rush to do anything to him other than caress him. For a moment it made Miles think he'd misinterpreted the other man; the hands lingered ambiguously on his lower tummy, kneading the soft muscles that bulged against the bones above them when he sat down. And when Miles tried to be more forthcoming, to come up and hug or kiss Hobie he'd be stopped by another hand.
"Patient, darling," Hobie's voice sounded a little cold:" I can't handle you so well if you don't play along."
"... .sorry."
Miles's hand stopped stiffly in mid-air, and finally he found a good home for his fingers, which was to clutch the sheets tightly while matching the teeth biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to divert his attention from, at the very least, stopping him from getting an erection so quickly, after just a couple of touches from Hobie.
Fingers painted black peeled his shirt upward a little, and when it finally wandered down to his chest, Hobie finally nipped Miles' earlobe gently :.
"You wanna help me take 'em off, or you gonna sit there and wait?"
"W-What? . it's just, I thought we gonna talk about something, like make some rules or--"
Hobie was amused by him. Warm air was exhaled on Miles' skin: "And I thought, we're our own men to make our own decisions?"
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His bed was occupied by Hobie. At well over 1.8m tall, Hobie had to spread his legs a bit to squeeze into Miles' single bed; and due to space constraints, Miles had to straddle Hobie.
The boy was still a bit overwhelmed, his hand was pressed against the front of Hobie's chest, maybe he should do something, similar to flirting, he could stroke Hobie's chest, kiss the other man or get down on his back and say something, say something that would make him look less dumb-
Hobie pressed the back of his neck to pull Miles down for a kiss before he could think of a conclusion. This represented the beginning of lust. The kiss was long and complex; at first it was gentle, and Miles could only feel two soft patches of skin rubbing against his mouth, exchanging breaths with him; and just as he was getting a little absorbed in it and his muscles were relaxing, the kiss suddenly became rough again; Hobie tore into him with an intensity that was on the verge of ripping his flesh off, and as Miles kept huffing in pain, his hands went back up to the boy's chest and lower back to thoughtfully do a hand job for Miles a hand job.
Hobie's hands grazed over his still fresh scars, three deep scratches on his shoulders had just begun to scab over and now Miles thought it was going to shock and bleed there; Hobie finally let go before his lips swelled and bled, and the next second the other man targeted his breasts again.
The sensation of having the flesh of his breasts kneaded and squeezed by the other man's clutches while his lower body was soothed made it easy for Miles to confuse pain with pleasure, and he even ended up voluntarily sending his breasts towards Hobie; the tips of his nipples were being taken in for licking, biting and nibbling, and teeth and fingerprints were soon spread all over them; Hobie's nails had been carefully polished, and the sensation of having some of the sharp edges poking into the areola and the folds on his nipples made Miles want to scream. He couldn't care less about the condition of his wounds now, only praying that Hobie would stop, or continue - preferably continue, so that he wouldn't be in this no-go situation for a moment longer.
But Hobie wasn't going to do what he wanted. He sucked repeatedly on the tips of Miles' breasts at his own pace, then shifted upward to kiss him, nipping at Miles' earlobes and mimicking the motions of intercourse with his tongue; Hobie's other hand, either went to work rubbing the flesh of Miles' breasts, or pressed down inch by inch on his spine, eventually stopping at the area just below the tailbone; just a little movement downward, and his fingertips sank into the wet, moist, and hot entrance.
Miles felt his belly burning. The boy in puberty couldn't take much more, but he had to, because he always remembered Hobie's words, PLAY ALONG. So Miles ended up clutching the straps of Hobie's undershirt tightly in his hands, but he forgot that his own super-strength made the pathetic piece of fabric tear down the middle before it even lasted two seconds.
"Agh.. I'm, I'm sorry I didn't--"
"You've apologized enough time for tonight, don't you think?"
Miles was unprepared for being flipped over by Hobie, his waist pressed into the pillows by the other man's chokehold, while he was aware of Punk's bare, rolling chest pressing against his back.
The fingers unceremoniously disappeared into him, and Miles could feel the number change from one to four stretching him out a little; the fullness made him feel like he was going to be torn apart, so Miles began to squirm a little with the intention of escaping, not realizing that it would only make swallowing Hobie's fingers deeper.
Dampness, softness and tightness wrapped around Hobie, and as he withdrew his fingers Miles heard the zipper come undone; this was what he'd been waiting for, and what he'd never experienced before, and the first time was always going to be nerve-wracking-...
Hobie was a gentle lover. He was likewise an extremely aggressive and controlling dictator on the bed; he deliberately kept his entry slow and firm, almost rubbing Miles' lower half a little as he ground himself in; and Miles couldn't help but let out his first scream when he was finally fully inside.
And the almost torturous sex continued. Hobie's unruly topping and in-and-out frequency was too much for Miles to get used to, but the pleasure was so real; Miles heard the extremely subtle sound of water, and he still couldn't believe that it was coming from his own body - the
His sex crushed into the sensitive area and brought him to his first orgasm, but Miles' voice was all but crushed by the impact and drowned out in the sheets and soft pillows; Hobie began to change positions and fuck him, and every position he entered seemed to become a sensitive spot for Miles.
But none of this was the most danger he faced. It wasn't the aching muscles, the moans and tears that were about to come out of his mouth and be suppressed, or the blurred consciousness and urge to beg for mercy; Hobie's size was too big for him, and with his enhanced super-strength, which was now not at all well controlled due to the fact that all those pills he had taken before he arrived were coming into play just at the right moment, weighed heavily on Miles burying his whole face between the pillows and leaving him near suffocated.
Maybe on a normal day he could have resisted, he had the same super strength, but now, when he was pinned down by Hobie, with the other man's cock still inside him, and fucked until he was delirious, he couldn't do it. So Miles had to take every opportunity to breathe that Hobie had to relax. Whenever he was on the verge of suffocating, Miles would always struggle as hard as he could to get Hobie's grip on the back of his neck torn slightly loose while he took in as much oxygen as he could.
The sensation of suffocation haunted him all the time, joining with the sensations in his lower body to form a fatal thrill; Miles's consciousness grew more and more blurred, his vision all misty with water, his limbs losing all their strength, and only a slippery, swamp-like pleasure wrapping him up securely. Just as he thought he was about to die in the throes of this pleasure, the force holding him down suddenly disappeared. Hobie pinched him around the waist and held him back in his arms, making Miles sit between his legs to swallow his cock further.
And Miles would only breathe heavily, swallowing precious oxygen. Saliva flowed slowly down his face along with tears; the drugs had screwed up Hobie's brain, and he didn't now realize in the slightest what Miles' extraordinarily violent trembling, the beads of sweat running down his back and glistening in the center of his sunken spine, and the drool that dripped all the way down to the bedsheets when it was too late to swallow, represented. If he noticed, Hobie would only take it to mean he'd done a good job. He'd made Miles so good that he'd lost his mind. And Miles was indeed overwhelmed with pleasure. The lack of oxygen to his brain sent him into a semi-psychedelic state, which combined with the orgasm to produce an intense, addictive-like sensation.
For his part, Hobie continued to indulge in sucking out a hickey on Miles' bare spine; his lipstick had long ago rubbed all over Miles, especially on his collarbone, chest, and the sides of his nipples, and now he was kneading both pieces of the boy's breast flesh with the palms of his hands, enlarging the black marks on his supple pecs even further.
"Pretty. Pretty pretty pretty baby, my Bambi deer...you gonna come for me? Bet I can make you come...wanna hear you say it though, can you do that for me? Say you wanna come, then I'll let you..."
Hobie's voice sounded far away and close, and Miles knew it was because he was fucked too hard that it was causing his consciousness to blur; his eyes stayed lowered, and now he could see the marks on the dark sheets, the various liquids mixing together; he felt himself held in Hobie's arms, his ass sitting where the other man's thighs met his crotchbone, while one of Hobie's hands clutched both his wrists securely, decorative spikes poking at the Miles' skin.
"Please . . please ." Moaning had left Miles unable to say any other word but please, this sex was too exciting for a first time; but it was enough. Hobie got what he wanted and let go of Miles, carrying him tenderly back to the bed, running his hands over the roots of Miles' legs to finally cum.
A fitful sleep invaded Miles' brain almost immediately and he glanced at the clock, 2:45, he was long overdue for bed.
With his last bit of sanity Miles clutched Hobie's wrist tightly to keep the other man at his side, he closed his eyes tightly and muttered, "Stay . . please?"
He heard another sigh, which made him feel as if he'd made an outrageous request, but a kiss landed on Miles' forehead immediately afterward.
"I'm right here. Sleep tight, darling."
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