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Johnny
The first thing Johnny recognized when he came to was warmth, which wasn't that strange considering he was the Human Torch. What was more shocking, was the weight settled underneath him. He was laying on top of something. Or... someone?
He blinked slowly, opening his eyes only to find himself in his boyfriend's bed. What the hell happened to him last night?
The third thing he recognized answered all of his questions. The pain radiating on his side and his throbbing head. Oh right.
Last night, Johnny had climbed in through Peter's window at almost 11, knowing his aunt would be at work and it would be somewhere safe. Sue and the others were still on a mission, which meant Peter did the duty of giving him stitches, pain meds, and putting him to bed.
~
"Johnny?!"
He stumbled in the room just as Peter hopped out of bed, startled. He blinked at him blearily, wondering why his vision was so blurry. Oh yeah. Probably had something to with the blood covering his side.
He usually got very lightheaded when it came to blood loss. Any blood loss.
"Hang on Ned, I'll text you."
Peter tossed his phone onto his bed and rushed to Johnny's side, hoisting him up to carry the brute of his weight and guiding him to the bathroom.
"What the hell did you do? Why aren't you speaking?" Peter demanded, obviously very worried. He was riffling through the cabinets under his sink while repeatedly glancing to make sure Johnny was still sitting upright on the toilet.
"Hurts," was all he managed to muster out.
Peter came out from the sink with a first aid kit, frowning at him. "I'm gonna have to cut you out of the suit. It isn't too bad, you just need a few stitches."
Horror seeped into his veins. He hated stitches.
Peter seemed to understand, he held Johnny's chin gently to make him face him. "I know, sweetheart. But I can't have you bleeding out on my floor, can I?"
"Probably not," he sighed. Leaning forward to rest his head on his boyfriend's chest. "What if I burn you?'
Peter scoffed, already slicing through his suit. "I'm Spider-Man. I'll be fine."
He didn't reply, attempting to focus on not igniting while Peter brought him back together easily.
"Besides, if you got blood on my floor, that would make this whole secret relationship thing very complicated," Peter joked.
But it made Johnny pull backward, making Peter almost slip up. He went to give Johnny a stern look, but was met with a guilty one.
"Shit, Pete, I should've just went home-"
"And did what? Stitched yourself up?" Peter cut him off, finishing the stitches and leaning back over the sink to find something to clean him up with.
"It's not like I haven't before." He said, feeling incredibly loopy from the pain.
Having his name in lights for years came with a lot of trust issues- meaning he wasn't used to being vulnerable. However, Peter Parker was a different case. For some reason Johnny trusted him. He loved him.
Peter, back facing him, immediately halted, spinning around so fast Johnny almost got dizzy.
"You love me?"
Shit.
"I, umm, did I say that out loud?"
Peter's eyes narrowed, a look of scrutiny sitting in them. Johnny suddenly worried that he said the wrong thing. This was a mistake. Peter didn't love him.
"Hang on," Peter said, and then he left the room.
A wave of nausea hit him, and he swallowed what was probably bile before blinking rapidly. God, his head hurt. He must've hit it a lot harder than he thought.
Peter came back with his phone, flashlight on, and shoved it in Johnny's face. He recoiled, eyes burning. "Ow!"
Peter had the nerve to look sympathetic, "sorry. You've got a concussion, babe."
Johnny blinked some more. "Oh. Shit."
"Yeah," Peter smiled. "Shit. You okay sleeping here tonight? I have some pain meds for you, but they'll probably get you a little high."
"Again, nothing I haven't done before."
A strange look passed Peter's face, as if he recalled the statement before. He gave Johnny a very soft look, holding his face gently. And then he said, "you know you can trust me, right Fireball?"
Johnny just stared up at him, admiring his beautiful brown curls and his doe eyes. God his boyfriend was gorgeous. And he loved him. So much.
Peter laughed, "I love you too, Hon. So much."
He felt his face grow hot, and he ducked his head. Only for Peter, sweet as pie, to lean down and kiss his blonde hair.
"I'll get some clothes for you," he whispered.
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Peter Parker loved him.
He sat up straight, but his head immediately throbbed. He wished he knew where those meds from last night were, but he didn't have a damn clue.
He hardly remembered anything, besides some blurry dialogue.
He glanced down at the brunette, a strong ache of warmth and dull yearning. He loved him so much it nearly hurt. He was worried he woke him up when he did, but he did nothing but stir and mutter "'m sleeping," making Johnny smile to himself.
He would've stayed there in bed with him longer, if he didn't have to pee so bad. He winced, crawling over Peter and creeping out of the room.
He went down the hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Once he finished, he hesitated after washing his hands, hearing some commotion in the kitchen. Was Peter up that fast?
Or was...
"Peter? You in there?"
Johnny froze instantly. Because Peter's aunt, who had no clue that they were dating, was standing outside of the bathroom. And he had no where to go.
He didn't respond, but then he heard some shuffling, and a knock on the door. He was so fucking screwed.
"Peter?"
He opened the door, because he was an idiot, and then May's glass dropped to the floor.
Peter
He woke up with a start, to the sound of glass shattering against the floor. The bed next to him felt warm... but it was empty. He squinted, listening to the voices outside.
He heard Tony- which was weird, but not abnormal for a Sunday morning -"May?!" And then the sound of the same man rushing down the hallway. "What the fuck."
He heard May: "You're Johnny Storm... In my house."
His eyes blew wide. Shit.
Immediately, he recalled last night. Cleaning and fixing up Johnny... and then basically insisting the boy sleep in his bed. Johnny had a concussion and stitches, there was no way he was fit to deal with Peter's overprotective family right now.
"Yes. That's me... Hello."
Yep, so not fit for that.
The thing about Peter's family, specifically Tony and May, is that they were convinced that no one would ever be good enough for their baby.
Johnny Storm, life in the limelight, known for being a rebellious playboy, would probably not tickle their fancy. But Peter knew better. He had seen Johnny. For almost a year now. He knew that once they got to know him, May and Tony would adore him.
But maybe not immediately.
He jumped out of bed and swung his door open. Across from his room was the bathroom, where Johnny stood awkwardly, while Tony and May stayed in the hall, silently staring at him.
Johnny and Peter locked eyes for a split second, before both adults turned to look at him with shock on their features.
"Peter! You didn't tell me you had a friend over last night!" May chided, catching him off guard.
He heard Johnny choke and he held his breath.
Tony's eyes narrowed at him. "Friends, huh?"
Johnny shrugged at him.
"Mhm," he nodded, still frozen.
May brightened, and moved around Tony to loop and arm around Johnny's shoulders. "Well let me get you some water, sweetheart."
And just like all his other friends, May led Johnny to the living room, all while the boy shot Peter a very panicked look; leaving Peter with Tony in the hallway.
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Does he know?"
Peter, who was just about to sigh in relief, paused. "Huh?"
"About Spider-Man?" He asked, incredulous.
He blinked. "Oh. Oh, yeah, of course."
Tony's expression changed to something unexpected. Something... approving? He nodded at him, shooting him a smirk and a wink, before leaving to meet May and Johnny in the hallway.
~
"Peter, you can't be serious!" Tony shouted, making Peter recoil.
"Tony, maybe you should calm down," May sighed, placing a hand on his shoulder, which did nothing to help.
Tony threw his hands up. "Calm down? Did you see that kid?"
Around a year ago, just before Peter's Junior finals, Tony caught Brandon- Peter's current boyfriend -throwing rocks at his window. Trying to get him to go out with him, late at night. Tony had already made it very clear beforehand that he didn't trust Brandon, and May was right by his side on it.
But Peter didn't understand. Why were they so protective over him? Why couldn't he make his own decisions?
Suddenly very defensive, because who was Tony to talk about his love life, scoffed. "There's nothing wrong with Brandon!"
"He's a douchebag!"
May's eyes widened, "Tony!"
"Seriously, kid, is that someone you think you can trust?" Tony demanded.
Peter's eyebrows furrowed. "What? Of course! I can judge character fine on my own, Tony, he's perfectly trustworthy?"
"Yeah? What if you get hurt? What if you need to be stitched up, because of another patrol gone wrong?"
"He doesn't need to know about Spider-Man!" He argued, shaking his head. "Why does that even need to be brought up? This is totally separate from that!"
Tony reached out to grab his arm, but he yanked himself away. "Peter, you and Spider-Man are not separate people. You shouldn't have to hide yourself. Especially not a huge part of your life like this."
"He'll find out eventually!"
Tony's face scrunched up, visibly full of worry.
But May, with the highest authority, shook her head. "No he wont."
And just like that, Peter's world snapped. "What?"
"Brandon isn't good for you, Peter. Your grades have been slipping, you've been more secretive... Honey you need to be with someone who can see all of you. Who you can trust with all of you."
Who you can trust with all of you.
"What? So you're just taking me away from him?"
Tony crossed his arms, "if we need to."
Peter backed up slowly. "I can't believe you two! Why can't I just have this!"
"We just want the best for you, Peter."
~
We just want the best for you, Peter.
He entered the living room after all of them, finding May on the couch with Johnny, and he had to do a double take. Because there they were, looking at Peter's baby photos.
Tony, sitting in a green accent chair, made eye contact with Peter and knowingly smirked. Knowingly.
A slight unease filled Peter as he nervously sat on the curve of the sofa, blinking at his aunt and his boyfriend.
"And this one is really funny," May grinned, "this is Peter in the bath."
"MAY!" Both May and Johnny laughed, dodging as Peter attempted to swipe the book away from them. "Oh my god, you do not need to show him those!"
May just shrugged, turning the page.
He settled back into his spot on the couch, watching as Johnny's face, contorted into a cute smile each time he spotted a different photo. But he didn't miss the way he winced as he laughed, and squinted at the brightness of the room.
"You have a concussion, don't you?"
Everyone turned to look at Tony, including a very startled Johnny. "Umm, what?"
Tony smiled, "please, I've seen the symptoms on Spider-Boy enough to recognize them anywhere. I'm grabbing you some pain meds."
And then he trailed down the hallway and toward the bathroom.
Peter jumped up to follow Tony, because of course he'd forgotten to clean up last night. All of the medkit was still sprawled out on the sink.
Tony didn't even blink, riffling through the sink until he found the same meds Peter gave him last night.
"Quite the mess in here, Pete," he said easily, glancing at the back of the bottle.
Peter sighed, "Tony-"
Tony cut him off, setting the meds down and looking him in the eye. "I know you two are dating, kid. It's clear as day. And it looks like it's obvious to May too."
He felt heat rise to his cheeks. "Are you going to kick him out?"
Tony's eyes softened. "What? Why on Earth would I do that?"
"I don't know, maybe ask Sam, or Cameron, or Brandon."
"Peter this is obviously different."
"How?"
There was a pause, and Tony moved to pack up the medkit. "Why did he come over last night?"
Peter watched him carefully, as he rewrapped the gauze and shoved everything back in, like he'd done it before. Because he had. In this very bathroom.
"He needed stitches."
The irony hit Peter like a bullet train.
What if you need to be stitched up, because of another patrol gone wrong?
He raised his eyes to meet Tony's gaze.
Who that you can trust with all of you.
He smirked at him, and shook his head. "He might be a firecracker, but he obviously trusts you. And you should trust him too."
He was blushing by now, at the thought of patching up his loopy boyfriend the night before.
You know you can trust me, right Fireball?
"I do," he said, blinking up at Tony.
And Tony just smiled, tugging Peter in for a hug; kissing his head. "Good."
Ruining their moment, Peter's spine tingled and he yanked himself away from Tony, making the man blink in shock. He grabbed the bottle and rushed back to the living room.
Tony followed him, and they found Johnny passed out, head just next to May's legs.
She looked up at Peter with dismay, "he just kind of.. passed out."
Peter sighed in relief, hopping over the couch to get a better look at him. He was sleeping. Snoring softly.
"Yeah," he nodded, "he does that."
May smiled warmly at him. "He's great, sweetheart."
Johnny
He woke up slowly, to the smell of chicken broth and the feel of his head on something warm. Like a pillow.
Or maybe his boyfriend's lap.
He blinked up at the face looking down at him and immediately smiled. "Hey," he yawned. "Woah. Did I fall asleep on your couch?"
Peter snorted, "yes. Very rudely, actually. My aunt was generously showing you my baby photos."
He sat up slowly. "Oh. My bad." And then he spotted the pill bottle next to Peter, and he pointed at it, "those for me?"
"Always," he replied easily, opening it and giving him a pill.
Johnny reached for his water and chugged down the pill. He shuddered, and Peter brought him back in to cuddle, this time in his side instead of his lap.
"What's that smell? It's amazing."
"May and Tony are making you soup," the brunette replied, sounding unbelieving.
He hummed, "why?"
"Well it's what they do for me when I'm concussed. And they seem to like you."
"Oh. Good."
He tucked his head onto Peter's chest and closed his eyes again. He fell asleep to the feel of warm hands in his hair.
And he knew it wouldn't be long before he was woken up again.