Chapter 3
by 
mahblahblah33
Day 2
Day 2
MJ lay in bed, dressed in lingerie as she moved her body as her photographer asked her to in the fancy penthouse suite, her long legs draped over each other, her arms above her head. So many different poses, thousands of shots. And her brain was straining itself trying to think of how to get Miles inside her. She wanted to own his cock, be his teacher, his muse, his mistress. She wanted him to be hers.
It was part of the draw to Peter, he wasn't a complete sub, but for all his masculinity he let her lead him around in bed. She had introduced toys, taught him to eat her cunt the way she liked and even taught him how to fuck her ass properly. She kept things fairly even, but that was her choice, not his. He never asked for something new, never demanded something when she didn't give it. It just wasn't in him. Sure he would be the one to initiate sex sometimes, but once it started it was at her lead.
"Hey MJ Watson, can I get an autograph?" The other woman in the shoot asked as they headed to the changing room.
MJ blinked twice as her brain switched back to the present, "You want my autograph, but you are probably going to be as famous as me soon."
The girl blushed cutely, but MJ wasn't lying. She had seen the fakes, the fads and the wannabes. This girl had it as long as she stayed away from the bad elements in the modeling world. With that in mind, MJ turned and said, "Tell you what, promise me you won't take **** and will be careful about yourself, hire a trustworthy bodyguard and I will sign two for you. You have talent but you have to be careful, it's a dangerous world."
As MJ walked away, the blonde stunner was beaming the brightest smile she had shown all day before she paused and shouted, "MJ, can I have your cellphone, I mean, can you be my mentor?"
Something clicked in MJ's brain as she looked her phone, the word mentor and Miles. With her brightest smile she turned to her co-model and said, "Yes, it would be my pleasure. Names Gwen."
MJ didn't race to the trailer to change, she didn't race at all. She took her time. She thought. Then she sent a text.
MJ: Sorry Mrs. Morales this is Miles' friend. He left his cellphone at my house last night while studying after dinner with us. I don't have another way to contact him. Can you have him call me ASAP to set a time to get the phone?
Mrs. Morales: Sure thing, you boys sure were up late studying and doing summer school work and work.
MJ: I am sorry about that, but I bumped into Miles when he was eating and he got a stain on his shirt.
Mrs. Morales: Not a problem, it was nice of you to contact me about his phone, he needs. He should be back in five minutes.
MJ: Thanks Mrs. Morales
Miles walked into the living room with his headphones on, chilling to some nice beats when he felt it, the angry **** glare of his mother. What was she angry about, what had he done?
"Miles, your friend MJ texted. Anything you forgetting?"
Miles jumped at the mention of MJ texting, the image of him talking on her phone as she gripped his hard cock playing on repeat in his head. He just couldn't understand though, was she getting **** for him running. Still he knew better than to admit to anything.
"Ummm, no ma'am." Miles started, "Nothing I can think of off the top of my head."
Miles' mom just sighed in exasperation, "Cellphone Miles. You left your cellphone at his house."
"Right, cellphone. And I called on, err, his, so I need to call back and..."
"Arrange a time and place to pick it up."
"So can I have your phone then, for a minute?" Miles asked with his hand outstretched, "I will go change while I make the call."
"Fine, but I have to run out now. Just leave the phone by the oven when you leave." His mom said as she leaned forward and kissed Miles on the forehead. "Thank your friend for me."
"Hey Miles, whatcha doing? I expected this call earlier." Miles heard the sultry voice of MJ through the phone as he squirted a bit of lotion on his hand. He had prepared for the wank, err call by sitting at his computer and pulling up sexy pictures of MJ. The best he found were from a lingerie photoshoot. No nip slips, or nudes were found. Though the number of fake nudes was astounding.
"Just chilling, ya know. Playing games. You?" Miles hand was a blur on his cock as he nestled the phone between his ear and shoulder.
"Little ole me? I'm just laying in bed, in a hotel room, in lingerie." Miles paused mid-stroke as he heard MJ through the phone.
"Li-li-lingerie, fuccc, I mean so umm, a photoshoot?" His hand continued as he grew a bit confident not having MJ in the room. Talking on the phone was so much easier than in person.
"Yeah lingerie and maybe a photoshoot. Maybe just wearing something sexy." MJ paused than said, "I can guarantee you aren't playing games right now. I know that sound, even in the background. Playing five on one are you?"
Miles could hear the smirk through the phone and he didn't care. He found that this didn't bother him at all, there was no fear of MJ, or Peter. He was jerking off to MJ but Peter had to know millions did. Hell Miles had in the past, no difference really, except one, she knew he was doing it now, and that was pretty hot.
"Yeah the five are beating the hell out of the one right now. It's such a hard battle but I will be done soon." Miles said, keeping the euphemism alive as he strokes became more powerful and he felt his balls churn.
"Ohh fantastic, I was hoping you could cum soon. I am about to cum," MJ paused for what felt like a lifetime to Miles as he exploded into his hand towel unaware of his loud groan into the phone as he shot his load, "to the end of my photoshoot. I have your phone with me. Come meet me at the XXX hotel in midtown in under an hour. Just buy me a nice thick milk smoothie on the way. If anyone asks you are the delivery man who works for Peter."
Miles was breathing heavy into the phone as he nearly dropped it as he slumped in his chair, spent but still hard, "I'll head out in five, should be there soon."
Miles sat in his bedroom and felt his heart pounding. He had just jerked off while talking to MJ on the phone and looking at her on his computer. He felt dirty, evil even. He couldn't believe how much blatant innuendo MJ had thrown at him. Or had she, yes, she definitely did. She told him she was just wearing lingerie.
Peter was a lucky, lucky man. Where were things going here? MJ seemed to really want his cock, or at least tease him, but he hated himself for even thinking about touching her, or letting her touch him. His body loved it though.
Still he had to go get his phone, maybe he could work something out. He just couldn't go further than yesterday. He felt dirty just thinking about it and so hot. Fuck he was glad he wasn't Catholic. Fuck his cock was hard.
MJ grinned like the Cheshire Cat as she opened Miles unlocked phone and took a photo of her bending over, focused on her ass, her face out of view but her thong the only clothing in view. Her tits were hidden as her back faced the camera but the fact her back was bare made that photo the most explicit anyone had ever taken of her.
Next, MJ turned and covered her rock hard nipples with her fingers and took a step forward so her face was cropped from the photo.
After that MJ took a picture of her blowing a kiss at the camera, the tops of her breasts exposed but not her nipples.
With a second of thought she took a picture of just her breasts, free and naked. Nipples hard and at attention.
Finally MJ took an up-close picture of her lips, her tongue darting out and licking the glistening red.
Closing the phone, after looking at the pictures again, a nice set of photos as an apology for touching the scared boy yesterday. MJ lay back on the bed and began to edge herself. She wanted the room filled with her scent for Miles.
She had convinced the brand she was shooting for to let her stay the rest of the week at the hotel and told Peter she would be too tired to return home tonight from the late night photoshoot.
Knock, knock.
MJ bounced from the bed, drawing her hotel issued bathrobe around her. MJ could only think how fluffy and warm these five star hotel robes were as she slowly walked to the door.
"Umm, it's Miles. To get my phone." She could hear the nervousness and paused. Was she really going to do this? Destroy this sweet kid. Sure he was legal but it could wreck him if she **** herself on him. No wait, she was Mary fucking Jane. Any kid would gladly give his left nut to just get a kiss from her.
Checking herself in the mirror she pulled the robe a bit and let a bit more cleavage show, she was walking, talking sex right now and she knew it. Taking the handle in hand she took a breathe and put on her best smile and opened the door.
"Afternoon Miles, come in." She said as she used her left hand to wrap around his back and touch side abs. MJ could tell Peter had done a good job of building the boy's muscle as she felt the hard obliques. Without thinking Miles wrapped his arm around MJ's thin waist, but kept his hand barely grazing the robe. She could hear the gulp he made at the action.
When the door closed behind them, Miles jumped away from MJ and once again stared at the ground before he saw the carpet and looked around. His eyes widened as he looked around the penthouse. It was amazing. Huge. Everything included it seemed. Including a sauna, and he could see a jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking midtown.
"Let me take that smoothie before you drop it." MJ said as she grabbed the bag, letting her hand brush and linger on Miles' before she turned and walked into the place. "Let me give you the full tour."
Miles thought he was impressed before but then he saw MJ's bouncy ass walk into view under that heavy robe. He followed it like a dog being led on a leash. He was hypnotized and missed 99% of the things MJ showed him.
"...and this is where the magic happens." Miles tore his eyes up and saw MJ smiling mischievously at him over her shoulder. He took in the room, the bed was huge, the sheets thrown back and it looked laid in. And did he see a wetspot on the sheet where MJ's pussy would be. Then he inhaled, fuck was that the smell of pussy?
MJ had her arm around Miles again as he stood in shock, "I took your call here. I was only in here for maybe fifteen minutes."
Miles knew his cock was hard, he could feel the intense heat against his abs, he was glad he was wearing a rather baggy hoodie today. He wasn't sure what felt hotter, his cock, or MJ's hand touching his side, or her boob pressed into his arm. He felt like he would short circuit soon and had to sit down.
Quickly he looked around and couldn't find a single chair. MJ saw his distress and started her plan, with her offhand she sent a call to her personal cellphone and as her phone rang she lead him to sit on the bed. "Now be a good boy and sit here and wait, I have to take this."
Miles couldn't do anything but listen to the older woman as he sat on the edge of the bed and tried hard to calm down. The smell wafting in his nose didn't help. So he leaned back and put his arms behind him. His right hand was suddenly wet, bringing his palm to his nose he inhaled, definitely pussy juice. He may be a virgin but he had read about what pussy smelled like and this smelled like the cleanest, best kind. It also clicked in his head that somewhere on his palm his and MJ's juices were meeting for the first time, the first time, would there be more than one?
MJ opened the camera app on her phone and watched the sweet boy as he smelled his palm. Phase one of her attack was underway and she could barely hold herself back as she zoomed in on his groin. She could feel herself salivating at the outlined cock.
MJ waited for ten torturous minutes, for both of them. MJ's was a bit better as she sipped the banana smoothie Miles had bought her. Stage two was about to start.
MJ walked through the door again holding her phone in one hand and the smoothie in the other. As she approached Miles, he saw her step on a blue object, and she slipped and fell. The smoothie flew through the air as MJ's legs spread wide. Miles, could have caught the smoothie, he could have stopped it midair. He was a Spiderman, but his eyes were glued to MJ's thong covered crotch. The same view he had dreamed of seeing was laid near bare before him. The site lasted less than a second but it was seared into his brain. His chest thumped and he readied himself to pounce, when cold water was poured on him and splashed on her.
MJ was elated that her stage two plan had worked. Though the bed was covered in smoothie, so was Miles, and there was a second bedroom in this penthouse.
"I'm so sorry Miles, here let me get your shirt and send it down to be cleaned." MJ said as she reached forward and grabbed Miles by the bottom of his hoodie and undershirt and pulled up. At first MJ was fixated on the large angry black cockhead that stared at her with it's one eye, but as her eyes moved up the naked torso of the young man she shivered in anticipation. Miles was wiry but every breathe made his muscles ripple. MJ could only say his muscles were like cords of metal.
Miles heard MJ say she would take his shirt but his brain was still trying to process what happened and process if the object MJ tripped over was what he thought it was. Did she really trip on a dildo? With a flash things turned black and then he saw mounds of white, well, clothe. He could just reach up and grab MJ Watson, the supermodels breasts. The valley in front of him beckoned.
The two stood frozen, one staring at a pair of perfect mostly covered breasts and the other staring at a perfect mostly covered cock. Time froze and then MJ snapped out of it as smoothie drippled onto her face. She had kept her hands above her head as she stared at the python below her, mere feet from her cunt. Laughter erupted from MJ, causing her breasts to bounce and shake, her robe to part even more, but Miles also broke from the spell and looked up to see MJ's face with white smoothie dripping from it and he too broke into laughter. MJ doubled over with laughter and had to sit next to Miles.
MJ looked at Miles sitting next to her in the hotel bed and for the first time he met her eyes and held them. His deep browns and her greens held each other and drew closer. Their lips met before their eyes did and the contact only broke when their eyes closed, allowing them to feel each others lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss. One of without hesitancy, one that burned with need.
MJ felt Miles' lips on hers and she couldn't help but compare how he kissed to how Peter did. Peter's kisses were also gentle but full of love, rarely did they have need. Miles' lips were bigger, fuller, more powerful. They made her fluffy lips feel small. Then she felt his tongue. It didn't **** it's way into her mouth but lightly brushed around her lips, as if he were trying to taste every millimeter of her. Then it pushed, slightly and she parted her lips, allowing the thick and surprisingly skilled tongue to find hers. She felt weak in the knees as his pushed hers around. She felt small. She actually was the same height as Miles, whereas Peter was taller but when Peter kissed he let her push into his mouth, let her push his tongue around. Miles was the aggressor here. She loved it. She hadn't known she would.
Miles was in heaven, all that time making out with Gwen was paying off right now. He had spent a long time finding out what Gwen liked by how she reacted to his lips and tongue. He had honed his kissing to a high level with her and it was paying off now with MJ. In the back of his mind he still had a bit of his brain yelling at him to stop, that this was Peter's wife but he pushed through it by focusing on her lips and tongue. He felt her follow his lead and at every point where she could stop him she gave way to his lips, to his tongue.
MJ moved her hand from her side and traced it down Miles' shoulders, to his chest. Caressing his steel like pecs. She let her herself focus on his body, letting him have complete control of her mouth. Even Peter didn't have pecs this broad and smooth. And the abs, Peter had a six pack but Miles was sporting an eight pack with a bit of extra muscle on the side.
Miles felt MJ's hand on his body, touching every inch of him and it felt good. Her hand wasn't small but it wasn't large either. The nails were perfectly done, he could tell with how they grazed over his body. Her hand was warm and inviting. Still he didn't move. He wanted so badly to reach up and grab MJ's breast, tear her robe open and go to town, but he held back and let her initiate.
MJ let her hand roam, her left hand, touching every inch of Mile's upper body before she let herself move down, move to touch the massive fuck stick she had seen earlier.
Miles smiled into his kiss as he felt MJ finally find her target. Her touch was delicate as she palmed the drooling head, slathering his pre-cum between her hand and his cock head. Forcing the liquid to dribble down his long shaft. Suddenly he felt her buttery lips pull away.
MJ responded to Miles' raised eyebrow with a wink as she knelt before the dark skinned boy and grabbed the hem of his pants and boxers and pulled, letting her intentions known. Miles lifted his ass and let his pants drop to his ankles, without the cover his cock fell forward with a wet slap on MJ's face. To her credit she didn't flinch as she felt the red hot tool land on her.
Miles did though, this was a near repeat of what happened with Gwen.
MJ saw the fear in Miles' eyes and misread it as something else. With a slight sigh she reached up with both hands and rubbed the gathering pre-cum before she resumed what she had started the night before. This time the new Spiderman sat on a bed, looming over her as his fully naked cock was pumped with both her hands. She could feel the pre-cum seeping between her fingers as she pumped, it was more than the amount Peter came.
"Fuck your cock is huge." MJ said as she held Miles' gaze. She could see the fear receding as he leaned down and palmed the back of her head. She opened her mouth, expecting him to bring her head to his cock but instead she felt his wonderful lips and tongue again. It warmed her heart that he wasn't a forceful idiot.
"It's not that big," Miles uttered during a brief pause in their kissing.
MJ nearly burst into laughter at that, but she also heard the seriousness of his comment, so she pulled back and gave him a squeeze, "It's bigger than Peter, nearly twice the length and three times the girth."
Miles pulled MJ up to her feet by her armpits so she had to bend over in front of him to maintain her grip on his cock.
MJ continued, "He is the smallest I've touched, but you are the biggest. By a lot. It's not fair. Your cock is the one that deserves this body."
Miles took the belt of MJ's robe in his hands and played with it as MJ pumped at his cock. With a tug her pulled the knot loose and let the two sides of her robe fall open. He marveled at the panty clad body of the most famous model in the world. Her big bouncy breasts stood proud and firm with no support, her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked and pinched. Her stomach was toned, small enough where he thought he could wrap it in both hands. Her ass wasn't in view but her legs went on for days with that slight gap between her upper thighs where not a wisp of hair was in view. He was sure she either shaved, waxed, or trimmed.
"You like what you see? You deserve to see what only three other men have ever seen, even more than them." MJ said as she stood, reluctantly releasing Miles from her grip and shrugging the robe from her body. As it fell to the floor MJ turned fully, letting Miles' eyes take in her body.
"You're perfect." MJ heard Miles whisper.
Bending over and planting a kiss on the top of Miles' twitching cock, MJ said, "So are you. Your cock is magnificent. A man like you deserves access to a body like this. Just seeing it has ruined me for other men's small penises. I mean look how small my hands are on your penis. They're tiny."
With that Miles looked down and once again he caught the shimmer of MJ's engagement ring next to her wedding band. Immense guilt bubbled in him. He shouldn't be doing this. He couldn't do this. It had to stop. Steeling his mind he spoke, "MJ, you need to stop. I can't do this to Peter. He trusts me and he needs to if we are going to be fighting criminals together. I can't lose his trust."
MJ paused but didn't release the fabulous cock in front of her as she stared at Miles in intense thought, "Ohhh, OK, I have an idea then."
The grin on MJ's face was intoxicating for Miles but felt the sudden release of his cock and shivered in annoyance. He had been somewhat hoping the older woman would insist on continuing to pump him, or perhaps even more.
"Wah-what is your idea?" Miles said as he looked down at his cock torn between want and right.
MJ lowered her hand to her steaming cunt and began to play with herself. "Well it's not cheating if we don't touch each other. Show me how you jerked that cock to pictures of me while you were on the phone."
Miles was terrified as he began to grip his cock, "H-h-how did you know?"
A mix of a giggle and a moan came from MJ before she leaned her cheek on Miles' thigh, staring directly at his cock, "What straight teenage boy wouldn't?"
"I-i-i thought no touching." Miles nearly shouted as he felt her hot breathe hit his nutsack, his fist moving fully up and down his cock.
"Ugh, silly boy, nothing sexual, or cheating about lying my head on your leg. Is there?" MJ let out a long moan which hit Miles' already churning balls. "It looks so big from this angle. It looked big before, I can just imagine the damage that would do to my tight little white pussy."
Miles grunted as he gripped his cock harder, trying to hold off his ejaculation. "I can't believe this is happening. Fuck you are gorgeous."
MJ stuck her tongue out and flicked it out to catch a drop of sweat and pre-cum that was sliding down his shaft.
"N-n-no touching, I-i-i thought."
"Silly boy, I didn't touch you, I just touched a bit of stuff that came out of you." MJ said as she paused and stood up, bending over to show Miles her heart shaped ass, "But if you don't want me to come closer I can watch from here."
"Holy shit, that view is amazing, you have an amazing ass." Miles said as he closed his eyes, trying to keep that in his bank.
"No, no, no eyes open. Who knows when you will see this again," MJ smirked as she ran her hands over her breasts pinching her nipples before walking to the bed and standing between Miles legs.
Miles stared at MJ's breasts, now at eye level and began to lean forward to lick her nipple when he suddenly found his face between her round mounds as MJ pushed him back and straddled his chest. His large cock was now standing straight up between her legs, the top nearly wedged between her ass cheeks.
"Sorry, just need to get something off the bed." MJ said as she wiggled her ass back and forth, letting him feel her cushy ass cheeks. Then he felt all the weight gone as MJ stood back up and knelt between his legs. Miles' brain was nearly fried as he pushed himself up on his elbows and looked down, his cock was still in his hand and he was still slowly spanking it, but instead of glorious ass, or tit Miles could only see the top of MJ's head. It once again rested on his thigh, her breathe once again tickling his sack.
"Holy shit." Miles said as he sat up and swore he would never forget today as he let go of his cock accidentally and let it hit MJ on her cheeks, "Umm, sorry, it slipped out."
MJ smirked as she tilted her head and opened her mouth letting her tongue run up the side of the cock, her lips acting as very small hotdog buns before she turned back to look at his stomach.
"I'm sorry too, I thought it was a dark popsicle, silly me. It's way too warm for that. Won't happen again."
Miles began pumping his cock as he looked down between his legs and saw a flash of blue going in and out of MJ's cunt. "Is-is that a dildo?"
"Yeah, I mean I can't cheat, but hard, hard rubber going in my cunt isn't cheating. I asked Peter, he's OK as long as only rubber touches my cunt walls." MJ said as she moaned and began pumping faster. "I only wish I had a longer, thicker, darker rubber covered cock."
Miles was in awe as he saw the sheen of sweat form on MJ's skin, her eyes dilate, her nipples stiffen even more and her loud moan start as her body shook. He nearly held on, but then he smelled in, the smell of her orgasm. "MJ I'm going to cum."
That woke MJ from her orgasm she said, "Just aim and shoot. Cover this little slut. It's fine, we aren't touching." Then she shot from her place on Miles' thigh, closing her eyes and opening her mouth, her tongue sticking out.
"Well just aim and fire. Hose your bitch down, she's burning." With that MJ dove closer to the cock, nearly latching her mouth to it. Miles felt her her breathe and the damn burst. His first two shots went directly into MJ's mouth before she pushed back and let him take aim, her eyes closed and mouth open. His next four shots were onto her face while the last four blasted her nude breasts.
Miles looked down at the stunning woman and smirked. He had just covered his perfect pin-up model with his cum. He had just coated MJ mother-fucking Watson in his sperm, marking her. He was elated and also somewhat depressed. He couldn't help but think he had blown his one shot with this woman. A woman this perfect surely didn't want to mess around with a high school kid again, right? At that moment, Miles swore to himself he would do this again, maybe with a few more accidents. There was so much he wanted to do with her, well with any woman, but especially with her. Could he do it while working with Peter?
"God that was so much, Peter usually only shoots two shots." MJ said as she began to reach for her robe to wipe herself up. When she said that Miles felt his world start to crumble. After he had just sprayed her down with his cum she was thinking about some other guy. Well not some other guy, her husband and...
"Shit, Peter. I need to meet him in thirty minutes downtown."
"Stop, do not run out on me again."
"I really am sorry but I have to go tonight, he's scouting out a lair for Croc."
"Fine. You two be safe, and your phone is on the table there. It has a gift from me in it."
Miles was swinging towards Peter when he felt his phone vibrate.
MJ: You left your hoodie, come back later tonight to get it from me, the windows open.
Miles: MJ I can't do more than that to Peter, he's like a second father
MJ: You sure, check your photos. Do you like them?
Miles: Wow, just wow.
MJ: Imagine what could be done with a photographer.
MJ: You know Peter thinks I'm doing a photo shoot, but I don't have a photographer
MJ: If only a young man would come back tonight and help me
Miles: This is so unfair.
MJ: having a cock like yours and not using it on me is unfair to me lol
Miles: LOL, I just feel odd doing this stuff then going to meet Peter
MJ: What Peter doesn't know won't hurt him, and he gave his OK for rubber things in me.
Miles: ...
MJ: Ask him. Window closes at 9PM. Next time, I want your black cock in my little white cunt
Miles: Holy Shit
MJ: I want it splitting me open, but I will take what I can
Miles: Can your cunt handle my cock
MJ: I don't know
Miles didn't know where that came from but he suddenly felt back on top of the world. As he ran the conversation, or well the words MJ said tonight through his head he realized every time she mentioned another man it was always about being lesser than him. His horny teen brain hadn't caught it at first. So pre-occupied with not ruining he didn't realize he couldn't ruin it. She was practically giving him free reign.
Still he was worried and paused on top of one of the buildings to search for how to stretch out a cunt a bit before fucking it. The instructions he found on finger-blasting and cunt eating were top notch. He planned on surprising MJ tonight. Next time he would be a more willing participant. He had a niggling feeling he was forgetting something, shit, Peter.
MJ lay in bed with a soaked cunt and fell asleep with a grin. She dreamed her cunt was being pounded by Miles.
"So umm dude, can I ask you a relationship question?" Miles said as his fingers twirled by his side.
"Sure brat, what's up?"
"Well, I know you are married and all, but umm my girl, she tells me it isn't cheating if a rubber, umm, toy, goes in her. Do you think that makes sense?" Miles said as he looked to the ground.
Peter laughed out loud his arm coming up to swing around Miles's shoulder, "Brat, let the girl have her fun. That isn't cheating. Sometimes I'm too tired from fighting and work and it's even fun sometimes to watch your girl use a piece of 'hard rubber' to get off."
"You like watching hard rubber fuck your girl."
"Yeah man, it's such a turn on watching her blasting away as she cums."
Miles looked at Peter with a grin and also a tiny bit of loathing, "Thanks Peter, its good to have your approval."
"Always brat, always."
"Quick brat, don't mess up this swing, we have to catch up to them." Peter barked to Miles as they swung through lower Manhattan.
"Stop calling me brat, I never mess up my swings man." Miles said with a bit more snark than usual. He found Peter's orders more and more grating as the night went on, that small chip of loathing was quickly eroding all respect he had for the man.
Peter nearly paused at the anger in Miles' voice, "Everything OK kid?"
"I'm not a kid, old man. If you paid attention, you would know I also had my birthday this month. I'm eighteen now." Miles snarled back before whispering internally.
Peter chuckled, "Nah, you are still a little brat, just older."
"Fuck off." Miles swore and continued the chase.
"Brat you can't handle him, you're too inexperienced, why would you try and fuck with something you can't handle?" Peter yelled at Miles as they stood atop one of many mid-town skyscrapers.
Miles glared back at Peter, "If I hadn't, you would be in the hospital now."
"What part of 'I have him', didn't you understand?" Peter shot back. "I literally had to just shoot one more webbing and he would be in jail now."
Miles grimaced but barked, "Before, or after you ended up in the cemetery."
"I would have been fine." Peter yelled, "I've dealt with worse. A little inexperienced brat who probably hasn't even had his balls drop wants to tell me how to do something. I've seen it all. Big man, turn eighteen and think you know everything. That's what get's people killed."
"You know what, fuck you you small dicked loser." Miles turned and swung off, whispering, "I guess I'll go and get experience now."
Miles swung to the hotel and climbed up the outside to the penthouse. Reaching for the window he noticed it was closed. Placing his hands test it, he found it locked. Pissed he was close to breaking it when he flashed back to MJ's texts. Pulling his cellphone out he checked the time, 9:30 PM. Miles thought, 'crap, the bitch had locked it.'
He could knock, or sneak in some other way but instead he sent a text to MJ.
Miles: Hey took me a bit longer to get here, open up.
Miles waited for ten minutes before he grew impatient with the lack of response and swung off, cursing the Parkers.
Author's note:
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