The Amazing Flash Thompson (Amazing Spider-Man fanfic)

[aunt_zelda]

Title: The Amazing Flash Thompson

Word Count: 5,368 (aprox.)

Rating: R for descriptions of porn, masturbation, and mild violence.

Characters/Pairings: Flash Thompson/Peter Parker, Gwen Stacy, Captain Stacy, the Lizard

Warnings: Departures from canon, clumsy attempts at not writing out a female character, verbose ramblings, and me trying and failing to remember specific lines from the movie. Un-beta’d.

Disclaimer: I do not own Peter Parker, Flash Thompson, Gwen Stacy, or anything Marvel related. I am making no money from this obscure and smutty fanfic. Please do not sue me.

Spoilers: for The Amazing Spider-Man. Go see it, if you haven’t already, silly people, it’s a fantastic movie!

A/N: I just wanted to ship them from their few scenes in the movie. But I also adored Peter and Gwen and ship Peter/Gwen like crazy. I just wanted to write an AU for this pairing, because I don’t think they’ll be getting a lot of attention. Please note that both Peter and Flash in this are 18. I’m not sure if they are in the movie, but for the fic’s sake let’s pretend they’re both 18, ok? Also I suck at titles. And I'm still not 100% sure about posting this, but it's sat on my computer for a few days now and I think I've tweaked all I can without feedback.  

Dedication: to tju_tju_tju_tju for shamelessly encouraging me.

After Parker let him go and stormed off down the hallway, Flash rubbed at his throat and watched him go.

“Hey man, you ok?” Chad, one of the guys from the team, came up, looking concerned and angry. “We’ll kick his ass after school, promise. Nobody does that to you and gets away with it.”

“Leave him alone, Chad,” Flash said, coughing. “His uncle just got shot. That’ll mess anyone up for a while. Forget about it.”

“But –”

“I said forget about it. Got it?” Flash glared.

Chad nodded. “Yeah, sure, whatever.”

“Make sure the rest of the team gets that too, ok? No ‘taking care of this for Flash’ when I’m not looking.”

Chad nodded, and headed for class.

Flash sighed. He’d tried to do the right thing for a change, tried to make amends with Parker, or at least show the guy that he wasn’t an asshole all the time. But Parker had flipped out and slammed him against the lockers instead. Dude was ripped now. Or maybe losing his uncle had brought out some hidden strength Parker had been hiding.

So, Flash did the stupid thing and followed the suddenly super-strong angry guy he’d punched in the face not that long ago.

Parker was perched up on the bleachers, legs dangling down over the edge.

“Hey, Parker!”

“I told you to leave me alone, Flash. Or does assault feel new and exciting when you’re the one getting beat up?”

“Look, I’m sorry, Parker. You wanna come down so we can talk about this?”

Parker dropped down, crouching like a cat and then straightening up before Flash could open his mouth to scream “no!” A fall like that should have shattered his legs, broken his ribs, something.

“You wanna talk, Flash?” Parker asked, backing Flash up until his shoulders hit the wall of the school. “Thought the only talking you did was with your fists. That the kind of ‘talk’ you want?”

Flash held up his hands. “I know you’re hurting, Parker –”

Parker snorted. “You know? You don’t know a damn thing about me, Flash! Don’t pretend you know what it feels like to –”

“My mom died, ok?” Flash snapped.

That shut Parker up, made him freeze with his mouth half open for a retort that never came.

“Cancer. Two years ago last month. So yeah, she wasn’t shot in the street by some thug, but I get what you’re feeling, Parker. I know I’ve been an asshole to you, to a lot of kids here, but nobody deserves to lose family.” Flash sighed. “Just wanted to tell you I was sorry about your uncle.”

“Sorry …” Parker repeated, blinking, still taken aback by Flash’s confession.

“And hey, I get it, ok? I get the whole anger thing. You wanna find something to punch, or someone. I pretty much destroyed my door at home, the month after we put my mom in the ground. You wanna take it out on me, that’s fair, I guess I deserve it. Just don’t keep it all bottled up, ok? You’re too smart for shit like that.”

Flash reached out to give Parker a pat on the back, thought better of it, and walked away.

“Hey, Flash?”

Flash turned, hand on the door.

“Thanks … I think.”

“Anytime, Parker.” Flash nodded and headed back inside. He hoped he’d managed to do the right thing, he’d been rethinking a lot of stuff after Parker had embarrassed him in front of everyone and smashed the backboard.

Flash smirked, remembering the way Parker had taunted him that day. At the time he’d been furious, wanted to punch the guy in his stupid grinning face. But now he was seeing Parker in a different light.

Take, for example, Parker backing him up against the wall just now, all glaring and furious, dark eyes promising to give Flash the beat-down of his life.

Yeah, that was one for the spank bank alright.

~*~

Typically, Flash spent his time at home afterschool doing one of two three things: jerking off, watching viral videos, or (a lot more often than he let on to his friends) homework.

Today it was viral videos. The Spider-Man guy was all over youtube, being linked on facebook, and even some of the internet newspapers were getting in on the craze. Flash found a link to someone’s etsy page: for only $35 he could be the proud owner of his very own Spider-Man t-shirt, hand-made and designed on pre-shrunk cotton. Flash bookmarked the page in hopes that the price would go down, or the design would improve.

Then he spent an embarrassingly long amount of time watching videos on youtube where people had spliced together footage of the Spider-Man with footage of people doing parkour. The resemblance was uncanny, and Flash left a few comments congratulating the video makers for the connection.

Unfortunately there just wasn’t much footage of the Spider-Man out there yet. Flash had practically memorized the few clips that were out there, and he could only watch French teenagers jumping up walls for so long. Hopefully there’d be more footage soon, better quality footage.

In the meantime, well, Flash was home alone on his bed with a laptop, there were other things he could occupy his time with.

Pulling up one of his favorite websites, Flash made sure his computer’s volume was low and unzipped his pants, watching a woman with ridiculously fake breasts pout at the camera and start blowing some anonymous guy. But today, Flash just couldn’t get into the scene. He kept zoning out and thinking of the Spider-Man footage, the way the guy swung from building to building. He was a skinny dude, but probably wiry with muscles, like the guys on the school’s swim team, or the soccer players he used to taunt, calling their game a “second rate sport.” Of course, that had been when he was firmly denying the fact that watching the soccer players excited him on a deeper level than as a fellow athlete. Denying that he’d wanted to shower with the soccer captain after a game, soaked with sweat, lips locking –

“Oooooh, aaaaaaoooooh … give it to me, please … ooooh, you’re so big …”

Flash sighed, dick barely hard in his hand, and started to browse his bookmarks left-handed while the blonde still moaned in the other tab.

“Come on me … please … come on my tits!”

Flash closed that tab, rolling his eyes. People didn’t talk like that in real life. Mostly he could get sucked into the scene and ignore the stupid dialogue because of the tits and asses, but not today.

No, today was a day where he wanted … the other links in his porn folder.

Making doubly sure that his door was locked, Flash pulled up one of the sites that he’d never told anyone about, especially not the guys on the team.

“You want my cock? You little tease, I know you want it, you’re hard already …”

Flash’s dick was definitely hard now. He’d watched this one before, but he kept coming back to this video again and again. The big muscular guy and the younger “pretty” guy, the bigger guy stretching the younger guy’s asshole with his fingers, taunting the younger guy the whole time, while the younger guy got harder and harder and started begging for it. The dialogue was cheesy, but somehow it worked, because the actors seemed to be in on the joke, smirking a lot during their lines. When the younger guy flung his legs up over the older guy’s shoulders, the older guy made a crack about how flexible he was.

Flash couldn’t help but think of the guys on the soccer team, about Spider-Man, about Parker … they’d be flexible like that. There were rumors about what guys on the soccer team got up to after practice in the showers, there’d even been rumors about what Parker did in the school’s darkroom with the other photography nerds. Flash could imagine Spider-Man swinging home to an adoring girlfriend or boyfriend who’d patch him up and help make his costume and have crazy flexible sex with between the crime fighting.

“Fuck, you’re so tight …”

Flash came before the guys in the video did, managing to avoid staining the sheets again. He tossed the sticky tissues into the garbage can while the older guy came and then jerked off the younger guy until he came too.

Flash flumped back onto his bed, panting and wishing his dick would get hard again already. Lazily, he went through his computer’s history and back to one of the Spider-Man videos. He smiled as he watched the Spider-Man zip along the skyscrapers, and then at the clips of teenagers doing similar movements through alleyways in London and Boston and San Francisco.

Flash’s computer dinged, his ever-present Facebook tab flickering. He clicked on it.

Peter Parker has Friend Requested you. You have 3 Mutual Friends.

Flash grinned and clicked “confirm.”

~*~

Flash and Peter didn’t get to meet up for the next couple days after the Facebook thing. School was busy and Flash kept missing Peter at his locker. Not that he was waiting around near Peter’s locker between classes, hoping to run into him. Not at all. He just liked to lean against the wall in the general vicinity of Peter’s locker and watch Spider-Man footage on his phone.

When Flash finally got to talk to Peter, it was after the school day had ended. Flash was heading out when he saw Peter leaning against the lockers, face screwed up in pain, clearly thinking he was alone.

“Parker?”

Peter jumped, then winced, a hand going to his chest. “Oh, hey, Flash …” he said, trying and failing to act nonchalant.

“What happened to you?” Flash noticed, as he got closer to Peter, that the guy had some bruises on his face too. Fresh ones. “What happened to your face?”

“Well isn’t that ironic,” Peter snorted, fiddling with his sweatshirt.

Flash remembered Peter’s face the day after their “fight” outside in the ring of students, remembered the bruises and the way Peter had walked with his shoulders hunched. Regret wasn’t an emotion Flash was used to, but he felt it then.

“Look, it’s nothing, ok?” Peter said to his shoes.

“Hell it is.” Flash spotted a stain on Peter’s shirt. “Is that blood?”

Peter turned red. “… no?”

Flash rolled his eyes. “Come on,” he took Peter by the arm and dragged him to the football locker rooms – deserted since practice wouldn’t be held until the next day.

“What are you doing?” Peter asked, suspicious and annoyed at the same time.

“Helping. Let me do that for once, Parker.” Flash retrieved one of the many first aid kits and sat down on the bench that ran along the center of the room. “Take your shirt off.”

“What? No!” Peter crossed his arms over his chest.

“Sit. Down. Parker.” Flash growled in his Captain Voice.

Peter scowled but did as he was told, tugging off his sweatshirt and t-shirt and glaring at Flash as much as he could.

Flash tried not to let on that he found Peter’s forced grumpiness really fucking cute. He was just trying to help out a friend, this wasn’t a gay thing, this was just him and a hot hipster guy alone in the football locker room and the hipster guy had just taken his shirt off.

“Fuck, you’re so tight …”

Flash shook his head and stared at the cuts on Peter’s chest. They were … bad. Much worse than he’d been imagining.

“Whoa … maybe you should go to the hospital?”

“No.” Peter said hurriedly. “No, no hospitals.”

Flash shrugged. “Fine, but you probably should. Jesus, Parker, what have you been doing?”

Peter said nothing.
“You getting into fights? What, did you join some kinda Fight Club you’re not allowed to talk about?”
Still, Peter said nothing.

Flash shook his head. “Don’t get mixed up in shit like that, dude, you’re too smart for that.”

“So you keep saying,” Peter smirked, then grimaced as Flash rubbed disinfectant on one of the biggest cuts. “That hurts,” he almost whined.

“It’ll hurt more if it gets infected, dude. Which I definitely couldn’t deal with. You wanna hafta show your nasty pus-filled wounds to the school nurse, or a doctor?”

Peter wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “No, I don’t want people seeing … this.”

A horrible thought crept into Flash’s head. What if Peter wasn’t getting into fights? What if he was going out and meeting older guys at sketchy clubs, and they were the ones leaving the marks on Peter?

Flash coughed. “Look, Peter, uh … are you, have you been …” Flash tried to figure out the best way to ask the awful question burning in his mind.

“Have I been what?” Peter asked slowly.

“… seeing anybody?” Flash finished, inwardly cursing his cowardice.

Peter rolled his eyes. “What, has that gone around school already? Yes, I had dinner at Gwen Stacy’s house with her family, yes it was a disaster, yes her dad practically tried to arrest me, yes Gwen and I are just friends. Happy?”

Flash blinked. “… no?” He didn’t like the thought of Peter being unhappy. Well, a couple weeks ago he hadn’t given a shit about Peter’s feelings, but now he really did care. He cared a lot. The thought of someone dumping the guy rubbed Flash the wrong way.  This wasn’t gay, this totally wasn’t gay … right?

“I thought Gwen was totally into you, dude.” Flash wrapped a length of bandage around Peter’s ribcage, trying not to touch Peter’s skin more than he had to.

“Me too. Well, she was. Is. But I … I couldn’t tell her stuff and she wanted to know so … it’s just not gonna work out. Plus, her dad wants to arrest me. Kind of a mood-killer.”

Flash laughed, and Peter joined him. By this point Flash had, regrettably, finished bandaging Peter’s cuts.

“Well, there you go,” Flash said, standing up and wishing that … whatever it was, didn’t have to end.

“Thanks, Flash.” Peter smiled. “You’re not the guy I thought you were.”

Flash shrugged. “Right back atcha, Parker.”

Peter nodded, and started to leave.

“Parker?”

Peter turned in the doorway.

“Is there like, something you need to get off your chest? Sometimes it helps to just tell someone, even if you’re not real close to them.” Flash was half hoping that Peter would tell him whatever secret he’d been keeping, and half hoping that Peter would keep it to himself.  “You know, just, let it out?”

Peter leaned in the doorframe, lips twisting as he considered what Flash had said.

“Flash can you … can you keep a secret?”

Flash gulped, expecting the worst, expecting drugs or skeevy clubs or old guys or all of the above and then some. Or maybe even a Fight Club. “Yeah, Parker, I can keep a secret.”

“Ok.” Peter checked up and down the hallway, and then took a few steps towards Flash, lowering his voice. “I’m … I’m Spider-Man.”

Flash felt his jaw drop. “No way. That … you’re lying …”

Peter grinned, and then calmly climbed up the wall and hung from the ceiling upside down.  “Yeah, I was just messing with you, I’m not Spider-Man.” Peter crawled down and smirked.

Flash sank back down onto the bench. There were so many things he wanted to say, wanted to ask, wanted to know, but his mouth didn’t seem to be working properly.

Peter’s brow furrowed. “Hey, Flash, are you ok? Was that too much? That was probably too much, I’m sorry …”

Flash managed to make a mumbled “aaaaggggghhh” noise at last, shrugging and nodding. Come on, man, this is Spider-Man, be cool, be cool, Peter is Spider-Man, Spider-Man is Peter, this is either the best thing ever or the worst thing ever or maybe both. Peter is Spider-Man.

“I’ll … I’ll be ok, dude,” Flash finally croaked, shakily standing up. “Who else …?”

“Nobody. Just … just you and me.” Peter smiled shyly. Flash felt his stomach flip over.

Peter is Spider-Man. Come on, say something, do something, do something, Flash …

“Did you miss your bus?” Peter asked, snapping Flash out of his inner pep-talk.

“Uh, yeah. No big deal. I can take the subway most of the way.”

Peter smiled. “Or you could give me your address and Spider-Man could take you home.”

Flash wondered if he’d been hit by a car that morning and this was some kind of wonderful afterlife. Or if he was still asleep in his room and any minute now his alarm clock was going to go off and this would all fade away.

But no angels fluttered by, and no alarm clock blared.

So Flash laughed, more to get rid of his nerves than anything, and nodded. “Ok. But if you drop me, I swear to god I’ll come back from the dead and haunt you or something.”

“Deal,” Peter said, smiling so brightly Flash almost averted his eyes.

Five minutes later, when Flash was clinging to Peter’s back and gritting his teeth so he didn’t scream at the rollercoaster-like drops Peter was plummeting as they swung from building to building, Flash concentrated on that smile. Peter had a great smile, the kind of smile that made you feel like everything was wonderful in the world. The kind of smile that could almost make you forget about falling to your death from fifty stories up.  

“Oh god oh god oh god oh god OH GOD!” Flash yelled, burying his face against Peter’s shoulder without even thinking.

Peter laughed. “You told me you weren’t scared of heights!”

“Heights, no! Crazy spider-hipsters, yes!” Flash pressed his face right where Peter’s sweatshirt ended and the skin of his neck began. If he’d been a girl, this would have been a romantic first step of sorts. This wasn’t gay. This totally wasn’t gay.

That night, Flash could still smell Peter on his jacket and shirt: they’d been pressed pretty close together on his “ride home.” Flash wondered if Peter had been trying to make some kind of move, or if he had just been being friendly and clueless.

One thing was for certain: Spider-Man was the kind of skinny guy with wiry muscles Flash liked so much, just like the soccer players. And he had a really great ass.

“You little tease, I know you want it, you’re hard already …”

Flash rolled over and tried to go to sleep.

~*~

A couple days later Flash came out of the bathroom and found chaos in the school hallway. Kids were running for the doors, screaming, knocking each other over.

“Lizardman! Run!”

Flash turned in the opposite direction, where he heard the snarls of what could only be the huge Lizardman, and the sounds of a fight.

Peter. Spider-Man.

Flash took off at a run without even thinking.

While it was easy to track the sounds of the fight – Spider-Man and the Lizard were smashing walls and everything else they could reach – Flash slid to a halt and tried to figure out a plan. Then he saw a girl trapped under some fallen lockers, struggling to free herself.

“Gwen?”

“Flash? Thank god! Can you help me out of this?”

With difficulty, Flash managed to help Gwen wriggle out from under the pile of metal. Except for a slight limp and a cut on her arm, she seemed to be fine.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Flash said, wishing he could help Peter but realizing that he probably wouldn’t be much help against a giant Lizard.  He was just a football player, not a superhero.

“Look out!” Gwen yanked him down just as a chair came flying through the air and smashed above them, raining splinters down on their heads.

Then Spider-Man was there, clinging to the ceiling and watching the hallway. He spotted Flash and Gwen and nearly fell.

“Flash?”

“Hey, P … Spider-Man,” Flash hurriedly edited himself, remembering that Gwen was there.

“You know Spider-Man?” Gwen gasped.

“Look, you two need to get out of here now, this guy is seriously dangerous –”

“Oh my god, Peter? Is that you?” Gwen stared up at the man clinging to the ceiling.

Peter sighed and pulled up his mask slightly. “Hey, Gwen. Sorry I was so awkward at dinner that night, I hope that makes sense now.”

“Yeah, a bit.” Gwen said faintly.

The Lizard roared and charged down the hallway, chasing Peter into a classroom, completely missing Gwen and Flash.

Gwen grabbed a trophy from the nearby smashed display case. “You with me, Flash?” she asked.

Flash nodded and grabbed a trophy too.

Together they snuck up on the classroom door. The Lizard had its back to them, growling at Peter and taunting him, tail lashing back and forth. Gwen and Flash glanced at each other, nodded, and smashed the Lizard with the trophies. The Lizard screeched in pain and shock, which was just the opportunity Peter needed to web him up.

“Go! Now!” Peter yelled desperately.

Then Flash and Gwen did the sensible thing and ran to safety.  

~*~

Luckily Gwen’s cut was easily bandaged and her ankle was only twisted. Flash let the EMTs shine a flashlight in his eyes and check him for injuries while Gwen insisted she didn’t need to go to the hospital for a little cut. Then his phone rang.

“Peter?” Flash asked, staring at Gwen meaningfully until she got the hint and hurried up to him, listing closely to the phone. “Gwen’s here too,” Flash added, tilting the phone so Gwen could hear better. They didn’t dare risk speakerphone with the crowd of scared students and frantic parents and police milling around them.

“I’m tracking him through the sewers. You need to get to OsCorp and make an antidote so we can cure him.”

“I can do that. Flash can help.” Gwen said.

I can? Flash thought to himself. But what he said was: “… ok.”

“Great. I’m counting on you two. You’re awesome.” And with that, Peter was gone.

“Come on, we need to get across the city. I’ll pay for the cab.” Gwen dragged Flash through the mass of students and EMTs.

“Won’t your parents be worried about you?” Flash asked as Gwen hailed a cab within minutes.

“They won’t know where I am until we’re done. What about your parents?”

Flash said nothing. He didn’t know Gwen well enough to talk about his parents. Not even after they’d fought a giant Lizard Man.

“Not now, ok?” he said.

Gwen’s eyes softened. “Ok.” She gave the cabbie directions and they headed for OsCorp.

~*~

“You two have to get out of there, now!” Peter yelled. He was on speakerphone now, his voice echoing in the lab.

“It’s got five more minutes, Peter! We’re almost there!” Gwen paced back and forth as the counter slowly ticked down.

“Flash, get her out of there! It’s not safe for either of you! He’s going to be there any second, you don’t have time –”

Peter was cut off.

Gwen shot a glare at Flash. “You’d better not try and stop me, Flash.”

Flash held up his hands. “Totally wasn’t thinking of picking you up and carrying you away caveman-style.”

“Good.” Gwen pulled an alarm, sending alarms buzzing and lights flashing. “This will get everyone out of the building. And I’m sealing this lab. It’ll hold him off for a little while, I hope. I’ll hide the machine and let the antidote finish. You go find Peter.”

Flash wanted to argue that he should stay, even though he didn’t know the first thing about removing the antidote and carrying it to safety. But Gwen gave him a push, then a shove, and suddenly there was a huge steel door blocking him from the lab.

Flash pounded on the door uselessly for a few minutes. Then he heard the snarls and crashes of what could only be the Lizard. He crouched in a nearby doorway to an office as the Lizard crashed through a window. It headed for the steel doors and roared in frustration.

Flash imagined Gwen inside, watching the counter reach 3 minutes … 2 minutes … trapped like a mouse in a cage …

Flash grabbed a shard of broken glass from the window, keeping his jacket protecting his hands, and tried to stab the Lizard in the foot.

He managed to give the Lizard at least a puncture wound before getting backhanded across the room. Flash hit a wall and fell, hard, pain radiating up his side. He hoped that it had been enough, that Gwen had some way of escaping with the antidote … and passed out …

~*~

Flash woke up slumped on the floor of an elevator, with Gwen peering down at him anxiously.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake! You might have a concussion, but I had to risk moving you, he … he was here and he got the machine and …” Gwen was very pale and her breath was shallow.

“Gwen? Gwen, calm down. You’re ok. We’re gonna be ok.” Flash said, trying to ignore the pounding in his head and the pain on the left side of his body. It did remind him of when he’d gotten tackled last spring and ended up in the emergency room for the night, with a concussion and a fractured rib. “How did you … get away from him?”

“Blowtorch.” Gwen smiled, then laughed, her laugh becoming shrill and desperate as she sank onto the floor. “I hid in the vent with the machine and he ripped open the door and I blew flames into his face. He took the machine and just … left. Then I came out here and found you.”

“Did the antidote finish?” Flash asked as the elevator slid to a halt and the doors opened.

“Yeah. Got it right here.” Gwen grinned. “Now we just have to get it to Peter.” She helped Flash up, who staggered, head spinning. “Can you make it out?” she asked.

“Hope so.” Flash gasped.

“Gwen! Thank god!” a man at the entrance doors to OsCorp rushed forward.

“Dad, you need to get this to Spider-Man. Please, I know you –”

“I know who he is, Gwen. I understand.”

Gwen stared at her father. Flash tried to concentrate on not throwing up. He definitely had a concussion. He hoped it was just that and not something worse.

“It’s the antidote. Tell him that. Maybe we should –”

“You two have done enough, get to safety. I’ll take this to P … to Spider-Man.” Gwen’s father hugged his daughter quickly. “I love you, Gwen.”

Flash and Gwen were hustled into a police car and were soon speeding away from the building.

“He’ll be fine.” Gwen said, more to herself than to Flash.

Flash blacked out before he could ask whether she was talking about Peter or her father.

~*~

Nobody was really sure what had happened that night. Some kind of biological weapon went up into the sky and started raining clouds of some chemical over the city. Then another cloud exploded through the air and nobody was suffering any ill effects except for hypochondriacs and crazy people on the news. There was plenty of new footage online of Spider-Man, though, including blurry footage from camera-phones when he’d been caught by the police and had his mask taken off.

Fortunately for Peter, the civilian bystanders had been at the other end of the street, and all the footage showed was his dark hair, and even that was being called into question online by people suggesting wigs, hair-dye, and wondering if Spider-Man was actually a woman. And all the cops save one hadn’t gotten a clear look at his face during his “arrest.”

Gwen’s father, Captain Stacy, had died of his wounds on the OsCorp roof. Dr. Conners was awaiting trial for his murder, and the chemical attack on the city. Gwen wore black for weeks. Flash and Peter had made attempts to connect with her, but she’d retreated to the comfort of her friends from before the Spider-Man stuff. Flash couldn’t really blame her, but Peter was visibly hurt by her withdrawal.

“She’ll come around, Peter, just give her some time and space,” Flash told him. They were eating lunch on the school roof, Peter having snuck them up there with his Spider-Man skills. “She’s smarter than both of us, she won’t start punching geeks at lunch or “join a fight club” if you know what I mean.”

Peter rolled his eyes and went to elbow Flash in the side before remembering his cracked ribs.

“They hurt?”

“Just when I move. I’ve had worse. Not a big deal. You were fucking shot, now that’s a big deal.”

Peter huffed a laugh. “Yeah. Luckily it was a graze, didn’t have to go to the hospital and try to explain a bullet lodged in my leg. “Yeah, doctor, I was, um, fighting crime?” That would have gone over so well.”

Flash laughed, watching Peter’s face brighten as he laughed too. Peter loved it when he got other people to laugh. That was just one of the things Flash had learned about Peter since they’d started spending more time together. They weren’t exactly friends, but they had fought a giant Lizard Man together and bandaged each other’s wounds. So what were they?

Flash threw caution to the wind and leaned forward, catching Peter mid-laugh and kissing him. He knew this wasn’t really the time or the place or probably even the person for this, but Peter looked so damn sexy when he was pleased with himself and maybe this had been a gay thing the whole time, right from the start, and oh god what if he’d just lost the right to be friends with the guy who was also Spider-Man?

Flash pulled back, already imagining the worst.

Peter didn’t look angry, there was that at least. He looked stunned, like a deer caught in headlights, but he didn’t look angry. Yet.

Flash buried his face in his hands. “Shit, shit, stupid, fucking stupid …”

“Flash?”

“Look, if I promise not to do that ever again, will you promise to pretend it never happened?” Flash asked through his fingers.

“Flash?” Peter pulled Flash’s hands away. He was glaring now.

He’s going to say we can’t hang out anymore. He’s going to throw me off the roof. I just kissed the guy who’s Spider-Man, why did I have to fuck up a good thing?

“Flash, shut up.” And then Peter’s hands were in Flash’s hair and his lips were locked with Flash’s lips and they were leaning to the side and slumping onto the roof and Flash’s ribs were aching but he didn’t care because Peter was kissing him back.

As Peter started to move from Flash’s mouth to his neck, Flash gasped “You’d better not be … pulling my fucking chain … Parker …”

Peter huffed a laugh and started to give Flash a hickey. Flash moaned, actually moaned, and felt the last of his anxiety slip away.

Peter released Flash’s skin with an audible pop. “What are you thinking now?” he asked, smirking that beautiful, infuriating smirk.

Flash managed to flip them over, straddling Peter and pinning his arms to the roof. “Let me show you.”

~*~

Flash bought a Spider-Man shirt from etsy that night, snagging one in a midnight deal for $22 plus shipping and handling, and all he’d had to do was post a link on his Facebook page so the artist would get more views.

Peter actually blushed when he saw Flash wearing it three days later. Everyone else thought Flash was just a Spider-Man supporter, and soon similar t-shirts were popping up around school on other Spider-Man fans. Flash thought of it as his own costume, declaring himself as more than just a fan or a supporter of New York’s hero. It was a sign to Peter that – mask or no mask – Flash was going to be there for him.    

 The End

Comments

[tju-tju-tju-tju.livejournal.com]

I HAVE THE MOST RIDICULOUS GRIN ON MY FACE RIGHT NOW

Aaaah I loved this a lot. It's so great. I liked the way you involved Flash in the main plot, and I just asdfghjkl LOVE IT.

[maryjanewatson.livejournal.com]

thank god for google, i desperately needed some peter/flash action since the movie came out, and this is amazing! can't believe i didn't find it sooner!

[aunt-zelda.livejournal.com]

Aw, sweet, I'm googleable?!

Yeah, when I was watching the movie I was like "aw man, now I ship these two ... dammit!" and then there was like NO FIC anywhere! It was crazy!

Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun writing this, lots of details. I'm glad you found it and read it and loved it, I didn't get a lot of views on this one for some reason. I mean, I posted it to a Marvel slash community ... *shrugs* Whatever.

It was weird. I loved Peter and Gwen (they're just so PRETTY) and then I loved Peter and Flash too and wanted to see how that would play out. Hence I didn't write Gwen out of the story I wrote. And it makes sense, in this AU, that she'd withdraw from Peter a bit, she didn't get that deeper connection with him so after her father's death she'd want to go back to her friends from before the Spider-Man stuff.

[thepieh0le.livejournal.com]

Thanks for writing this. I really love this ship, but it's so hard to find fanfics on the regular sites. So thanks again for writing this. It was fun to read.