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After barely avoiding death in Mumbattan, they’d all followed Jessica back to HQ with Miles still being ecstatic about his invitation, blissfully unaware of what was awaiting him there. If he were being honest, Pavitr was just happy to get away from the city, his city, for a while. And although that sounded selfish, he had—along with three other spider people—just saved that very city from probable collapse and however many civilian deaths, so he figured that he deserved a little break, even if it was just to catch his breath.
Besides, HQ was a lot quieter than Mumbattan right now, especially when he and Hobie had managed to slink away from the others’ current conversation and Miguel’s steadily increasing anger and frustration. Pavitr really wasn’t one for confrontation of any sort, it made him undeniably awkward—he had his girlfriend’s father to thank for that—and even Hobie could only push the older man’s buttons so much before he decided that enough was enough. Getting on Miguel O’Hara’s bad side was never a good idea and neither one of them were going to start now.
The pair had started their own conversation as they walked, thankfully getting further and further away from the rest of the group until they were out of sight completely. And it just so happened that Hobie took the opportunity to steer them both into a small, almost empty room that was used for fuck knows what. There was a few pieces of miscellaneous furniture around, a table and some chairs but for the most part it was barren. For a reason that was lost on Hobie, Pavitr chose to sit on the table, effortlessly lifting himself onto its surface, legs swinging over the edge, the click of the door being locked going unnoticed.
“Good thinking, Hobie. The last thing we need after everything that’s happened in the last while is people bothering us looking for updates”, Pavitr said honestly, eyes following Hobie’s mask to where it’d been thrown beside him. He winced under his own mask when one of the spikes? Studs?—Pavitr wasn’t familiar with the right term for them—jabbed the back of his hand when it landed. Hobie didn’t seem to care though, or he was simply too busy staring at something on the other man’s...head? Pavitr waited a few moments for his friend to pull himself away from whatever he was staring at and when that didn’t happen...
“Hobie!”.
The sound of his name didn’t startle the punk but he did pull back slightly, almost like Pavitr had caught him out in something.
“Eh, what, sorry? What was that?”, Hobie blinked, eyes dropping down from whatever he’d been staring at to actually look at Pavitr. “I said, that it was a good idea to bring us in here. There’s no one to annoy us with questions”, the shorter man tried and failed not to roll his eyes beneath his mask as he repeated himself. Hobie caught up quick, and just like that, he slid back into the admittedly cocky, cool composure that he seemed to always have.
“Oh yeah, you’re welcome”.
A silence falls between the two, until the curiosity that’s been eating away at Pavitr gets to be too much. Doesn’t he deserve to know what was so interesting that he was being completely ignored a few minutes ago?
“Um...Hobie? What was so interesting earlier, y’know, that you didn’t hear me? Or do you really just find my company that emotionally painful?”, Pavitr laughed, the sound muffled slightly under his mask and Hobie mirrored it as he answered, “your hair”.
His...what? What was wrong with his hair? It was perfect! Coconut oil, prayers and genetics never failed him, so why was Hobie laughing like an idiot and why did Pavitr feel the sudden urge to defend himself? He let out a noise that was a mix between a scoff and a laugh as he narrowed his eyes at the other man.
“What’s wrong with my hair, Hobie? Nothing, that’s what. It is and will continue to stay naturally perfect until the day I die”, Pavitr huffed not unlike a child that had been denied a new toy. Hobie gave him an ‘you can’t be serious’ look, eyebrow raised and daring Pavitr to say something, anything else about his fucking hair. “What, with oil, prayer and good genes? Yeah, Miles told me what you’d said earlier and, to be honest, I think it’s bullshit. No one’s hair, or any part of them, really, is naturally perfect”.
“You don’t have to believe me, but it stays like that all the time, no matter what I do or how many fights I get into”, Pavitr said matter-of-factly. He was not arguing about his goddamn hair of all things. But, it seemed that the Gods were not looking out for him today, and since Hobie hadn’t pushed as many of Miguel’s buttons as usual, he apparently had some energy to spare to annoy him instead. “And that think you told the others about not needing to work out?”, Hobie seemed amused by all of this.
“I’m—“.
“Naturally buff. I know”, Hobie cut him off sarcastically, a wide grin on his face, “and I’m the fucking Queen of England”. He was enjoying pissing Pavitr off. Fucker. Pavitr glared at Hobie—had he always been that close?—and found himself just giving up on the conversation altogether. That is, until Hobie decided to make matters worse, or so he thought. He had expected the punk to get into his space, to try and escalate the petty argument some more. What he hadn’t been expecting however, was for Hobie’s hand to be trailing down his chest, getting lower and lower with each passing moment that Pavitr didn’t protest, or the way the other man’s lips were now ghosting over the shell of his ear.
“Perfect hair, perfect body...anything else you want to defend that’s ‘naturally perfect’?”, Hobie teased, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The action was not lost on Pavitr and that combined with the low tone of Hobie’s voice made him shiver. Still, this was crazy! He couldn’t allow this, could he? Not when his girlfriend—who he was very much in love with and had just saved her from certain death—was waiting back in Mumbattan for him. He loved, Gayatri, didn’t he? So, then why did he feel like he wanted to give in to everything that Hobie was implying he’d do to him?
Pavitr caught Hobie’s wrist in his grasp just before it reached his cock (which he was almost certain was growing harder and harder by the second). “I...”. He mentally kicked himself. He shouldn’t be thinking about Gayatri right now. He probably shouldn’t say anything right now either, it would only ruin this for himself and that’s the last thing that Pavitr wanted. Especially when he wanted to find out whatever it was that Hobie was silently promising him.
The image of Gayatri flashed in his mind again and maybe he would have protested that time, but then Hobie’s teeth were grazing lightly over the sensitive skin of his neck (he doesn’t remember Hobie even lifting his mask up) and the noise he let out was far too embarrassing for him to even start to think about anything else, so really, he wasn’t to blame. The hand that had been gripping Hobie’s wrist had flown up to cover his mouth, hoping to muffle the sound even more than the mask would’ve if it weren’t pulled halfway up his face and Hobie took his new freedom as an invitation, moving his hand lower to palm at the obvious bulge in Pavitr’s suit.
Hobie’s eyes glanced down to where the other man’s hand was white-knuckling the edge of the table. “As hot as it would be to watch you break that table when I make you come, I’m pretty sure that someone’s gonna know that something’s up if we make too much noise”, Hobie said with an amused expression, taking Pavitr’s hand from the wood to bring it up over his shoulder, a low groan escaping him at the feeling of the other’s fingers digging into his skin. The colour of Pavitr’s suit did nothing to hide the growing wet spot at the front and it didn’t take long for both men to notice with Hobie letting out a teasing hum and Pavitr turning away in what could be shame or embarrassment, Hobie wasn’t sure.
“What good is turning away from me doing, Pavitr? Come on, I want to see your pretty face, yeah?”, Hobie said and Pavitr let out a whimper that was almost too quiet to hear. “Aw...does me calling you pretty get you hard, darlin’?”. Pavitr nodded quickly, and it was impossible to miss the hitch in his breath. But, holy shit, Hobie just called him a pet name, which was doing exactly what he’d just asked, not that he didn’t know that already. “Oh yeah? So, then why won’t you look at how wet you are for me?”.
“Shut up, shut up, shut up...Hobie, please”, Pavitr babbled as he canted his hips up, grinding his leaking cock into Hobie’s palm. This was taking far too long in his opinion, his body felt like it was alight and Pavitr felt like he’d die if he didn’t get the other man’s hands on his bare skin in the next few minutes. Hobie seemed to catch on to what Pavitr was asking for because he took his hands away and all but pried his lips from where he’d sucked marks into Pavitr’s skin, allowing him to shed himself of most of his suit. When Pavitr reached for his mask, Hobie stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Leave it on. It looks good like that”, Hobie said it like it was the most casual thing in the world and not like his words were going straight to Pavitr’s cock. “O-okay”, Pavitr stuttered out. On any normal day, he might’ve been embarrassed that he wasn’t even coherent enough to say a full sentence, especially since Hobie hadn’t even really touched him yet. How pathetic was he?
Pavitr gave a surprised yelp as Hobie spun him around, bending him over the table and making the wood dig into his hips, which would have been uncomfortable if he hadn’t been focusing on something much more urgent. Hobie stepped closer to him, grinding his clothed cock into his ass, making sure that the other man could feel just how hard he was, just how fucking badly he wanted him.
Hobie gripped onto Pavitr’s hip with one hand before bringing the other up in front of his mouth. “Spit”, Hobie instructed and Pavitr did what he was told, not hiding the full body shiver that went through him at the commanding tone. The shorter man let out what Hobie could only describe as a pornographic moan when he wrapped his spit-slick hand around his drooling cock, the precum leaking from it had began to form a small puddle on the floor.
“I fucking knew it. All of that and you’ve got a perfect cock. I don’t have to add the ‘naturally’ part, do I?”, Hobie laughed causing Pavitr to attempt to swing his fist back at him from his place on the table. Admittedly, it didn’t go as planned. “Fuck you, you ba— ah~”, Pavitr swore as Hobie swiped his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock. He let his forehead drop to the table with a loud thud, taking his hand away from his mouth since they started and allowing himself to be as loud as he wanted.
“Fuckin’ hell, Pavitr. You look so fucking good like that, pinned down, thrusting into my hand and being so loud that I’m starting to think that you want to be caught”, the whine that Pavitr gave in response was as much of a yes as he was ever going to get, “what if I unlocked that door so anyone that heard you could come in and watch you come undone under me? Is that what you need to be able to come for me, someone else watching?”.
“Fuck, fuck...please, Hobie! Yes...that would be...I don’t...”, Pavitr knew that he was barely making sense but he couldn’t care less right now. He was close, so close and Hobie’s words sounded far too good right now. Whether or not it was a promise or he was just teasing, he didn’t care. “Yeah? How’s about I call one of the others in here right now, just so they can see how good you take it when I eventually get to fuck you?” That proved to be enough for Pavitr and he came with a cry of Hobie’s name, spilling over the table and his hand. Hobie continued to stroke him through his orgasm, not stopping until Pavitr all but collapsed onto the table.
It took a few minutes, but eventually Pavitr was coherent enough to redress himself and the two sat on one of the plush couches in the room, a comfortable silence settling over them. It had bothered Pavitr that Hobie hadn’t gotten to come but had been shut down in a matter of seconds by Hobie saying that he’d take care of it later.
“We should get back to the others. They’re probably wondering where we went”, Pavitr pointed out, not surprised in the least when all Hobie did was wave the idea off. “They’ll be fine. Besides, we could’ve gone back to our respective universes already for all they know. Do I actually need to fuck you properly for you to relax?”. Pavitr contemplated throwing one of the couch cushions at Hobie but decided against it. Sure, a lot had happened today, but he could relax. He was plenty relaxed a few minutes ago.
They sat like that for another while before a question formed it’s way into Pavitr’s mind. “Hobie?”, the man in question looked over at him with a smile, “yeah?”. Pavitr gave a smile of his own, laughing quietly when he asked his question. “Was that ever about the hair or were you just looking for an excuse to do...whatever that was?”. Hobie snorted, shifting so that he was turned towards the other man.
“Of fucking course it was an excuse”.