( usually when Peter stays the night, it’s either because they’ve had sex or Matt has had one of those sort of nights. he seems to crave company most when he’s hurt and Peter has yet to manage to refuse him. or really to want to go anywhere, truthfully. staying just to sleep feels kind of intimate, but — with the word l - o - v - e floating around between them, you couldn’t get much more intimate than that right? )
I can sleep in my clothes. ( he legit does it all the time, sometimes whilst stuck to a wall. it isn’t that big a deal. he’s finally found the willpower to slink off of Matt and onto the couch proper, and he worries a lip about his impeccable timing. ) Sorry. I guess I’d know that if I hadn’t been ghosting you for three days.
( his guilt is obvious in his tone, though he doesn’t break into another string of sorries. if Matt rubs it in, he might. as far as the carousel, he has bad news. ) Matt, I’m telling you this because you are blind and I guess you don’t know. All the horses are haunted levels of horrifying, asking me to pick the worst one is like asking me to pick the wettest ocean.
Peter... ( Matt won't rub it in, he'd rather scold Peter for basically stating the obvious in a guilty tone. He rises up off the couch and heads to move the divider between the living room and bedroom. )
Then point me in the direction of the most beautiful horse. The lesser of evils.
( He nods his head backwards. ) Let's go to sleep now so we can wake up early and have sex.
That's equally impossible as the last thing. I don't think you are comprehending how creepy these things are.
( seriously, their ghostly eyes and snarling faces have to give small children nightmares. Matt might be lucky to be blind, for literally the first and only time in his life, if he wants to go on the Coney Carousel.
despite everything, Peter manages to blush at the mention of morning sex. he's slowly getting a little more brave about intimacy and working up to speaking about his wants plainly and without stammering, yet the bald mention of it does set off his mostly subdued flighty virgin senses. ) I don't see how that would make your deposition easier.
( not that he'd protest rolling into Matt in the morning and taking advantage of him being immediately there, just... he doesn't want to be responsible for a bad day in court, that's not a crime! )
( Matt laughs, a little loudly. God, he gets a kick out of Peter. ) I've seen the horses before, Peter, I was nine. Dad took me out a few times. Took the Q train. ( The fact of what line in the subway took came out because he thought it. And someone he loved was before him, so he spat out that thought. )
It would make my deposition easier because I would be -- well, I'd be relaxed! ( He stands before the bed now, and very gingerly curled into a spot that gave up half the bed. Matt was being like a generous cat. )
( Peter wonders what it's like, to remember the world in bits and pieces. how does Matt keep those memories so clear, after so many years? he wants to ask, but especially tonight it might feel too much like prying. he decides to keep it simple instead, by continuing to dunk on the poor Coney Carousel. )
Take your already horrifying mental image and add a few decades of wear and tear and we're getting ballpark of how bad these things are.
( is it just him that thinks it's weird, to crawl into Matt's bed when they're not tearing each other's clothes off? probably, Peter seems to be the only one of the two of them that notices how weird things are. he pauses, waffling on whether he wants to lose it and decides he does, dragging off his sweatshirt before he climbs in after Matt, and while he does enter the far side he doesn't exactly stay there. if Matt is a generous cat, Peter is the demanding and needy one, needing to be so close it's practically on top of you. they're not having sex but surely a cuddle is fine. )
Relaxed, or late? ( it sounds like a disaster in the making, though Peter has notedly not refuted the idea at any point. he's just pointing out the potential flaws of the plan, that's all. )
(Matt smiles sleepily, holding his arms out for Peter's body. He's so thin and tightly coiled, like a spring. Matt thinks he has control over his body, but Peter-- Peter is so much better than Matt. Peter has powers. Matt is just some squishy human that happens to hear heartbeats. He doesn't let this get him down right now, because, well, Peter is in his arms. He tucks his chin over Peter's head.)
I'm always late. But if we wake up earlier. Early enough that it could be slow.
( Matthew Michael Murdock, don't even go there — Peter would not appreciate the insinuation he's somehow better just for the fact a spider bit him that one time. he doesn't look on his powers with extreme fondness, he most certainly doesn't feel like a better person for them. if anything they make him a worse one, because Peter feels obligated to be Spider-Man first and Peter Parker second.
he's distinctly Peter Parker at the moment, as he curls close into the embrace and does his own creepy heartbeat listening. it's hard not to, when Matt's is straight under his ear. )
I thought the idea was get as much sleep as possible. ( it's mumbled against Matt's chest, though there's amusement in the rebuke. it's halfhearted at best.
Matt is likely nearly asleep by the time Peter asks, ) Can you say that thing you said, again? On the couch. ( not the angel thing, but, the i love you thing, specifically. )
(Matt knows he can have a comfortable silence with Peter. He starts to let it lull into that, maybe sleep will overtake him-- then Peter asks. Matt smiles softly, lips just barely twitching into a curl.)
( he probably could have left it alone. he probably could have asked in the morning, if he really had to hear it again. but hearing it now is better, somehow. (he'll probably ask again tomorrow, anyway.)
he smiles into Matt's skin, savoring the way it sounds — Matt's heartbeat does this weird little flip when he says it. Peter wonders if it'll always be like that. )
I love you too. ( in case Matt forgot, in like the twenty minutes that have passed. with that he will let the silence grow until they both fall asleep. and whether they wake up late or wake up early he's still going to try and get Matt to say it again in the morning. )
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I can sleep in my clothes. ( he legit does it all the time, sometimes whilst stuck to a wall. it isn’t that big a deal. he’s finally found the willpower to slink off of Matt and onto the couch proper, and he worries a lip about his impeccable timing. ) Sorry. I guess I’d know that if I hadn’t been ghosting you for three days.
( his guilt is obvious in his tone, though he doesn’t break into another string of sorries. if Matt rubs it in, he might. as far as the carousel, he has bad news. ) Matt, I’m telling you this because you are blind and I guess you don’t know. All the horses are haunted levels of horrifying, asking me to pick the worst one is like asking me to pick the wettest ocean.
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Then point me in the direction of the most beautiful horse. The lesser of evils.
( He nods his head backwards. ) Let's go to sleep now so we can wake up early and have sex.
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( seriously, their ghostly eyes and snarling faces have to give small children nightmares. Matt might be lucky to be blind, for literally the first and only time in his life, if he wants to go on the Coney Carousel.
despite everything, Peter manages to blush at the mention of morning sex. he's slowly getting a little more brave about intimacy and working up to speaking about his wants plainly and without stammering, yet the bald mention of it does set off his mostly subdued flighty virgin senses. ) I don't see how that would make your deposition easier.
( not that he'd protest rolling into Matt in the morning and taking advantage of him being immediately there, just... he doesn't want to be responsible for a bad day in court, that's not a crime! )
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It would make my deposition easier because I would be -- well, I'd be relaxed! ( He stands before the bed now, and very gingerly curled into a spot that gave up half the bed. Matt was being like a generous cat. )
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Take your already horrifying mental image and add a few decades of wear and tear and we're getting ballpark of how bad these things are.
( is it just him that thinks it's weird, to crawl into Matt's bed when they're not tearing each other's clothes off? probably, Peter seems to be the only one of the two of them that notices how weird things are. he pauses, waffling on whether he wants to lose it and decides he does, dragging off his sweatshirt before he climbs in after Matt, and while he does enter the far side he doesn't exactly stay there. if Matt is a generous cat, Peter is the demanding and needy one, needing to be so close it's practically on top of you. they're not having sex but surely a cuddle is fine. )
Relaxed, or late? ( it sounds like a disaster in the making, though Peter has notedly not refuted the idea at any point. he's just pointing out the potential flaws of the plan, that's all. )
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I'm always late. But if we wake up earlier. Early enough that it could be slow.
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he's distinctly Peter Parker at the moment, as he curls close into the embrace and does his own creepy heartbeat listening. it's hard not to, when Matt's is straight under his ear. )
I thought the idea was get as much sleep as possible. ( it's mumbled against Matt's chest, though there's amusement in the rebuke. it's halfhearted at best.
Matt is likely nearly asleep by the time Peter asks, ) Can you say that thing you said, again? On the couch. ( not the angel thing, but, the i love you thing, specifically. )
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I love you, Peter.
wraps disssss
he smiles into Matt's skin, savoring the way it sounds — Matt's heartbeat does this weird little flip when he says it. Peter wonders if it'll always be like that. )
I love you too. ( in case Matt forgot, in like the twenty minutes that have passed. with that he will let the silence grow until they both fall asleep. and whether they wake up late or wake up early he's still going to try and get Matt to say it again in the morning. )