Something Poetic
"Y'know Magoo," Peter grinned. The chemist had cacooned himself with the soft blankets that covered Matt's bed. Matt tilted his head towards the younger man's direction, waiting for what he had to say while removing his Muey Thai Ropes.
"I think there's something good about us."
Matt raises his eyebrows, lip curling upward as he drops the ropes in the trunk where he kept his gear. Peter was working on a new suit for him, as the chemist had been horrified by what he called 'kinky pajamas'.
"You'll have to be more specific, darling," Matt knelt down on the bed, grinning as Peter enveloped him into the warmth of the blankets. The smell of the two of them, woven into the fabric was far more comforting than smell of blood on Matt's so-called 'kinky pajamas'.
The lawyer still wasn't getting over that.
"I mean like, poetic." Peter mumbled into his neck.
"Poetic?" Matt asked skeptically.
Suddenly, Matt's back was pressed against his mattress and the lawyer found himself raising his eyebrows again. Peter hummed.
"Yeah," Peter pressed a quick kiss to Matt's lips, "There's definitely something poetic about the spider laying down with the devil in silk sheets."
Matt laughs and senses Peter's proud grin before pulling down the younger hero's face. Their lips meet in full and maybe, maybe Peter's right.
Maybe there's a little poetry left in Matt's heart after all.











