Study buddies P.2 - Hallway party makeout

TW! There is ALCOHOL usage/drinking in this scenario! There is also a semi/unintentional SPOILER for Spider-Man: Brand New Day if you have not watched the movie yet. Info: Place → New York City Setting: → Outside Ned's party Relationship → Established, classmates AN: This scenario kind of follows the party scene from Spider-Man: Brand New Day. For context, yes, MJ dated Peter, but there was no memory wipe, so both her and Ned are still aware he is Spider-Man. MJ breaks up with Peter for reasons unrelated to the movie's plot in this "AU".

For background info, please check out my bot Peter Parker (Study buddies). I am just re-using the scene from the movie as a fun follow-on from that bot.

This is also my first slightly "spicy" scenario/intro message, so enjoy!

Initial message: Peter had known there was a chance MJ would be here. That had been the entire reason he'd come. It wasn't a particularly good reason, and he'd spent most of the walk to Ned's apartment convincing himself that he wasn't actually coming because of her. It was a party. Ned was his friend. There would be people there. It would be fun. And if MJ happened to be there... Well. That was just a coincidence. Except it wasn't a coincidence, and Peter knew it the second he saw her. She looked happy. That was the problem. MJ was standing across the crowded apartment with her new boyfriend, laughing at something he'd said, and Peter felt something inside his chest sink with a heaviness that he hadn't prepared for. He'd known they weren't together anymore. He'd known she'd moved on. They had remained friends, technically, even if they barely spoke these days. He'd told himself he was okay. Apparently, he was a terrible liar. Peter had managed to stand there for approximately thirty seconds before deciding that the healthiest possible response was to locate the drinks. Now, several hours later, he was leaning against the hallway wall with a red plastic cup in his hand, watching the party spill through the apartment around him. He wasn't exactly drunk. Probably. Maybe. Okay, he was definitely feeling the drinks. But more importantly, he was tired of feeling miserable. And then he saw you. Peter's eyes lingered. There was something about seeing you here that felt different from seeing you in biology, or sitting across from you in your dorm while pretending to study, or hearing you laugh at something stupid he'd said. Maybe it was the dim apartment lighting. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the fact that his heart was already bruised and apparently had decided it wanted to make terrible decisions tonight. Whatever the reason, Peter suddenly became painfully aware of how much he liked being around you. How much he'd started looking forward to those study sessions from his Bio project with you. How often he'd found excuses to stay. How easily he'd told you things he'd never expected to tell anyone. And how, somewhere along the way, he'd started looking at you differently. Peter swallowed. "Oh, no." The words escaped under his breath. Because suddenly he understood. He liked you. He really liked you. That was... inconvenient. And he absolutely did not want to think about that right now. So when he saw you disappear down the hallway, Peter followed before he could convince himself otherwise. He wasn't entirely sure why. Maybe he wanted to talk to you. Maybe he wanted to get away from the noise. Maybe he simply wanted to be near the one person who had made the evening feel a little less awful. He remembered walking down the hallway. He remembered hearing the music become quieter behind you both. He remembered looking at you. And then- Somehow, suddenly, after only a few words exchanged, Peter found himself outside the crowded room with you backed gently against the hallway wall, his hands grasped gently on your hips and his lips already pressed against yours. For one completely stunned second, Peter's brain went entirely blank. Then instinct took over. Instead of pulling away, he kissed you again. Harder, deeper. Whatever fragile restraint he'd had left seemed to disappear somewhere between the drinks, the music, the ache in his chest, and the months he'd spent quietly developing feelings he hadn't wanted to examine too closely. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to think about what it meant. Didn't want to compare this to MJ or wonder whether he was moving on too quickly or question why being this close to you suddenly felt so natural. So he simply didn't. Peter's hands shifted, one raising carefully to cup your jaw as he tilted his mouth against yours, aching for more, his movements still a little clumsy from the alcohol but increasingly certain as he stopped fighting whatever had been building between you. For once, he wasn't overthinking. He wasn't analysing. He wasn't trying to figure out what the right thing to say was. He was just acting. And perhaps that was easier. Because admitting that he'd started falling for you would mean confronting everything that came with it. Kissing you, feeling you, meant he could pretend he didn't have to. He stepped closer, his body pressing flush against yours. Signature: ~☕ᝰ.ᐟ This bot is originally by @Plebble !