"Can we talk?" Flash Thompson standing in the doorway of Miles's hotel room the night before their championship was not something he counted on. There was an odd number of students, so Miles had been lucky enough to be rooming by himself and normally this would be a good thing, but he just ended up feeling alone. He was grateful for some company, even if it was Flash. Without a word, he turned to the side and opened the door so the boy could enter.

"What's up? Shouldn't you be down at the pool with everyone else?" Miles asked as he closed the door and leaned against it, crossing his arms as he looked the boy up and down. "I feel like we're just wasting time with how much we keep talking when I think we both know there's nothing left to hold onto."

Flash sighed, looking as if this was the last thing he wanted to hear, "That's the thing, though, I don't... I don't believe that there's nothing left of us. I did a shitty thing and I understand you hating me because of it and I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I did and I'm sorry that I can't take it back, you know this. I can never get you alone from Claudia long enough for you to actually hear me out --"

"Can everyone stop treating me like Claudia's my fucking bodyguard?" Miles snapped, remembering his conversation with Betty earlier. "I can think for myself, believe it or not."

"That's not what I meant, I'm sorry," the boy recanted as he sat down on one of the beds with a sigh, "I just... I understand if you hate me, but if you do, I need you to tell me now. I don't know if I'm overthinking, but I feel like I'm getting mixed signals from you. I mean, one minute you're cursing me out and the next we're making out on a kitchen counter and that isn't healthy for either of us and you know it. So, if you hate me that's fine. If you wanna part ways as friends, that's fine, I just need you to tell me. You already know what I want, I just need to know if we're on the same page or not so I can respect your feelings."

Miles sighed, letting his head fall back against the door, "I wish... I wish more people saw this side of you, you know? That's one thing I always struggled with when we were together. With me, you were the sweetest person, you're understanding, in touch with your feelings... mostly. But the second we stepped foot on campus it was all Penis Parker and other shit. I just... I don't think I'll ever understand you."

"You're avoiding my question," was all Flash said. Miles knew he was right because in truth, Miles didn't know what he wanted. He loved Flash and that sickened him because he had never even been in love before so why of all people did his first love have to be Flash Thompson? It was completely and utterly unfair. Even worse? He loved Flash, but he wasn't sure if he could trust him.

Miles let himself sink to the floor against the door, his arms resting on his knees as he shot Flash a pointed look. With little hesitation, as if a silent communication had passed between them, Flash stood from the bed and sat on the floor next to Miles.

With a heavy head, he turned to look at the boy next to him, meeting his eyes. He wanted to kiss him and he hated that he wanted to kiss him.

"What are you thinking right now?" Flash whispered, his voice so careful and quiet Miles wasn't even sure if he heard him correctly.

"You. It's always about you," Miles muttered, letting their foreheads rest against each other. "I think I'm in love with you, but if I forgive you for what you did... I don't know if I can forgive myself."

"I understand," Flash spoke, his voice saddened. The boy went to stand and Miles wasn't sure if his brain or his heart was controlling his decisions because he grabbed the boy by the wrist and pulled him back down, pressing their lips together without a second thought. Claudia would scream at him if she knew he was doing this and somehow, that made him want to keep doing it. Still, he wished spitefulness was the only reasoning behind his actions, but he knew it wasn't. He knew he was going to end up forgiving Flash no matter what because it was his Flash. It was hard not to love him when they weren't in the halls of Midtown when they could just be. Flash kissed him back tentatively as if he was nervous to keep going, but Miles moved his hand up to cup the boy's face -- a silent way of telling him that this was okay.

After a moment, the boy's broke apart and Miles let their foreheads rest against each other once again. Flash looked confused as one hand stayed on the ground with Miles's wrist around it while his other was splayed across Miles's jawline.

"I take it back, I don't understand," Flash muttered and both of them chuckled. "I'm in love with you too, by the way. I didn't really get a chance to say it."

"Flash," Miles mumbled, wanting nothing more than to kiss him again but he knew he had to get this off his chest, "I'm not gonna ask you to come out to the world, hell, I don't even get to ask you to come out at all because I know it's not my decision, but I can't be your dark secret again. I don't care if you don't wanna tell people, I never expected that from you, but I... I don't think I could take it if you lied about me like that again. I already had my heart broken once by you, I can't do it again."

"I never want to lie about you again," the boy nodded as he gave the other a quick kiss on the lips, "Never again. I want to come out, I want to get to tell people that you're my boyfriend and that I love you, I just... I don't know how."

Miles smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead, "And that's okay, you don't have to have it figured out right now. Why don't me and you... why don't we take things slow? Test the waters?"

"I can do that," Flash nodded eagerly, "I can absolutely do that. As long as I get to do this."

Flash leaned in and kissed him again and Miles knew he was a fool, but it felt good to get to do this again. He needed to learn to trust Flash again, that much he knew, but when he looked him in the eyes and told him that he didn't want to hide anymore, Miles was going to let himself have some hope that just maybe he could get everything he wanted. All he wanted right now, though, was to keep kissing Flash.

So I realized that we're like halfway through this story? Like if I remember correctly, there's not much that happens in between D.C. and the end of the story besides Peter being a dumbass and trying to get himself killed but Peter barely exists in this story so I figured it was about time these two kissed and made up because I love them dearly! However, there's definitely more character development for both of them to go through both as people and as a couple so there's definitely more drama in store for y'all!