Another night, looking up at a red fabric I'm so used to now.
Instead of a pair of eyes, I'm met with white mesh. I try to look through them; I wonder if he's looking at me.
My skin burns with passion at the thought. I wonder if his eyes are brown, blue, or something cool like neon green. My thought was interrupted as he shoved himself deeper into me, forcing a gasp out of me.
Our bare chests pressed together. Hands clawing at his rippling back. Who could have guessed I would have all my firsts with Spider-Man. The one that saves the world and who would have guessed it felt like this.
My hand instinctually moved up to the nape of his neck, fingertips inching beneath the crimson mask. A groan, a gasp of pleasure surged in my tinny dorm room. My hand now entangled in curly hair, eyes closed. We're both close. His hand moved from my bare hip up to my hand, moving it away from his head onto his shoulder.
My eyes fell open just a little, the pleasure in the pit of my stomach turning a bit sour. In an instant, guilt mixed with embarrassment flushed my already red face.
Just as fast, I flicked my eyes away and closed them. Just trying to drown myself in the moment again. It wasn't hard; I lost myself in his touch. He grabs me like he needs me; he pulls me impossibly close, legs wrapped around him as he makes me grind into him.
My head blurred as my vision hazes, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the moan coming out as I reach my peak. My body seizes with what I bet love feels like, squeezing my eyes shut and squeezing my legs around his waist impossibly tight.
He speeds up, making me whine. And he ravages my already sensitive core. Pain mixed with pleasure.
Which basically sums up whatever this was.
He shoves himself deeper like he's desperate, knocking the air out of me as he cums. Coming down from his high, giving a few lazy thrusts, we are both left panting.
He pulls himself out; suddenly, I feel cold and a little too exposed to someone I don't even know.
I pull a blanket over me as Spidey hops into a pair of sweats. He tosses me his shirt. I pull it over myself; a familiar scent intoxicates me.
Spidey drinks from his water bottle and gives me a sip before he puts it on my bedside table and lies down next to me, pulling me close, one arm over my back, pulling me to his chest.
"Not going back to your spider den tonight?" I ask against his chest. He lets out an incredulous groan in response. i'll take that as a no.
"You were too amazing for me not to stay.." he says in that boyish tone of his. I giggled.
"So you're saying all those other times I wasn't good?" I half-pouted,half-smirked.
"I mean..." he teased, a smile lacing his voice. I plastered an unconvincing offended look on my face and pushed his broad chest away from me. He barely moved.
"Take that back!" I said, exasperated.
He shook his head. So I was left with no choice; I jabbed my hand into the side of his stomach. A loud flurry of laughter and "I'm sorrys" erupted out of the mask, which made you laugh a little too hard. It always felt too real, like I really did have a boyfriend whose name was "Spidey." I said out loud a little too soon and too subdued for the moment we've shared. He tilted his clocked head. I hesitated.
"Do you know me in real life?" I asked quietly. It's a question you've wondered about for 2 years, and it finally came out.
"No," he said honestly. It was sincere; I could tell.
"Really?" I asked half-heartedly. I knew he didn't lie; he was honest, always honest with me.
"I'm sorry," he said, lowering his voice.
"Not even passing you on the street type thing," you said, faking a smile on your face. He shook his head. I giggled lamely; he could see through the facade. "One day you should pop into my peripheral vision, and you never know, maybe I'll recognise you," I hummed. Looking down at his bare chest, I couldn't look at the mask anymore.
"I should, it would be funny if you just walked by me like anyone, like I was a stranger..." he said, laughing, but he wasnt really laughing;i've known him too long not to notice. We both fell into a silence. We knew this was. We knew we were wasting each other's time. But it was a lot of time... I turned over; he held me closer, nuzzling his masked face in the back of my head.
"Good night Yn,"
"Good night, stranger."