Axel furrowed his brows together as he watched Peter pick up his vibrating phone, sigh and then put it back down, the vibrating ceasing as he declined the call.

"Who was that?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side in confusion.

Peter shook his head, curls bouncing a bit as he did so, making Axel's lips upturn in a subconscious smile.

"Nobody, telemarketer."

"Babe, you could have won a trip to some island in the Pacific!" Axel teased, making Peter roll his eyes in amusement.

"Shut up and help me finish packing, you idiot." the brunet spiderling remarked, throwing a blue checkered flannel over his shoulder, the article of clothing hitting the blond in the face before falling in to his lap.

Axel gave a tiny scoff, tossing the flannel in to the suitcase and standing up.

"Bitch." he exclaimed, grabbing the teen from behind and picking him up, making Peter burst in to a fit of giggles as the taller boy spun him around.

"Put me down! Axel!"

His response was Axel spinning him around in his hold, begining to press his lips all over his exposed skin, eyelashes brushing against his face. Heat rose to Peter's angel kissed cheeks, his smaller frame squirming in his boyfriend's hold as he tried to push away teasingly. Laughter billowed from his pink lips, nose wrinkled up as he shifted his hands up to lightly shove the blond's face away.

Axel's lips parted to let out a loud laugh, yet it was soon muffled and brought to silence as a pair of soft lips connected with his. His pale green eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment, feeling his heart skip a few beats inside his chest.

The sudden sound of the door opening made the two teens pull away, cheeks rogue with blush.

"Hungry?"

Axel's head ducked behind Peter's shoulder to avoid being hit in the face by a blur of yellow. He heard his boyfriend let out a soft grunt as the banana collided with his cheek, to which he brought a hand up to.

The blond's nose wrinkled up as he tried to keep the laughter that was bubbling up behind his lips silent.

May covered her mouth to muffle a chuckle, "So sorry. I thought you could sense that with your Peter Tingle."

Axel, arms still wrapped loosely around Peter's waist, peeked his head up from it's hiding spot, lips quirked up in a small grin.

"Peter Tingle?" the blond echoed.

Peter sighed out with his eyes closed in slight annoyance, "Please do not start calling it my Peter Tingle."

"What? You can dodge bullets but not bananas?" May questioned, her head tilted to the side a bit.

"I don't know, Ms. Parker. Maybe his Peter Tingle is broken." Axel replied, lightly squeezing his boyfriend's sides while his lips lingered near the nape of his neck, warm breath brushing against the exposed skin.

He chuckled faintly as Peter let out a soft whine, the tops of his ears flaring red.

Peter's gaze fell back to his aunt, "I just really need this vacation."

Axel backed away as May approached her nephew, pulling him in to a warm embrace.

"You deserve it." he overheard her mumble.

The teen was a bit startled as May draped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him at arms length, but he smiled up at her politely, albeit awkwardly.

"You take care of him while you two are gone, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

May gave him a small smile, squeezing his shoulders before lowering her arms and heading back to the doorway.

"You know, you should pack your suit. Just in case. I have a tingle about it." she smirked at her nephew before she disappeared out the door.

Peter closed his eyes again in embarrassment, "Please stop saying tingle, May!"  

Axel gave a lighthearted laugh, shaking his head a bit as he approached the brunet spiderling again, leaning in to his side.

"You gonna take the suit?" the blond questioned faintly, gazing over at the closet briefly before letting his eyes glance up at Peter's facial features.

A beat of silence passed between them.

"No.." was Peter's quiet reply, a bit pained.

Axel straightened himself out, moving to cup one side of the other male's face, thumb running over his cheekbone.

"You sure, baby?"

Peter bobbed his head once, gaze flitting up to meet Axel's soft eyes.

"Okay." the word was barely audible as Axel fell captive to another kiss when Peter leaned forward.

He felt the smaller teen's lips turn up in a soft smile against his own, and he found himself chuckling.

x x x

Axel let out a small laugh at a remark Mj made as he shuffled behind Ned and Peter down the aisle.

"Yo, Parker," the group turned to look upon the male who had spoken, Flash Thompson, a glass of champagne in his hand, "This is called an airplane. It's like the buses you're used to, except it flies over the poor neighborhoods instead of driving through them."

Axel gritted his teeth a bit, eyes vexing the slightest bit. He blinked a bit as a muffled 'shut up, flash.' was muttered. His gaze fell upon Oliver Michaels, sat right beside the area where Flash would be sitting, journal in his lap, pages filled with sketches as one of his earbuds dangled down from his ear so he could hear the conversation.

Axel knew about the relationship between the two, and he knew that even if Oliver loved the male with all of his heart, he knew when to step up and tell him when he was in the wrong. Axel admired that about the brunet.

"Ma'am?" Mj spoke up to which the flight attendant beside Flash nodded, "He blipped, so he's still technically sixteen, not twenty one."

"I'll take that." the worker spoke up as she removed the glass from Flash's hold.

"Maybe in a few years, bud!" Axel called after the teen as he headed off after the attendant, grumbling.

He heard a quiet laugh and glanced down to find Oliver's nose wrinkled up.

"I apologise for him." the boy spoke up, lifting his gaze to Axel.

"It's okay, Ollie." the blond replied, a small smile placing itself on his lips.

"Nice art by the way."

Oliver's cheeks tinted pink out of embarrassment at the compliment, mumbling out a quiet 'thank you'.

Axel gave a tiny chuckle, turning to head back down the aisle to find Mj and Brandy.

A dark haired male by the name of Brad Davis looked down at Ned and Peter in their seats. "Classic Mj and Axel, eh?"

Peter waited until Brad had moved down the aisle more, out of earshot, before turning to his best friend. "Did you know Brad was coming?" he questioned quietly.

"It's so weird. Like, one day, he's that little kid that cried and got nosebleeds all the time. And suddenly he came back and he's totally ripped and super nice, and everyone is after him." Ned responded.

Peter's gaze peered over the headrest of his seat, staring at Brad as he now approached Axel, striking up a conversation with him. Brad said something Peter couldn't quite hear and Axel let out a laugh, nose scrunched up and the corners of his eyes crinkled.

"Not everyone is after him." Peter laughed out nervously, turning back to Ned.

"No, man. They're all after him." his friend corrected and the sudden sound of Axel's laugh no longer filled him with euphoria, now his stomach filled up with worry.

Ned faced forward, "Anyway, on a more important note, it's a nine hour flight. We can play Beast Slayers the whole time."

As everyone settled in to their seats, it was Mj, Brandy and Axel sitting with Brad. Mr. Harrington was sitting in front of them.

"I need your help to sit with Axel." Peter spoke up, turning to Ned.

"Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously."

"What about our plan? American bachelors in Europe." Ned complained lightly.

"That's your plan." Peter responded. "That's a solo plan. I have a boyfriend, Ned."

Ned glanced back at the group with a small groan.

"Please?" Peter mumbled.

Sighing in defeat, Ned stood up and made his way down the aisle to the four.

Axel had managed to break the ice and engaged in small talk with Brad, but his sentence fell short on his tongue when Ned approached them with a shy smile.

The male waved a bit, "Hi, guys. There's an old lady sitting in front of us wearing a crazy amount of perfume. And it's kinda setting off Peter's allergies."

Axel furrowed his brows, squinting a bit. Any other time, he'd be concerned, but he knew Peter had no allergies to perfume.

"He's allergic to perfume?" Brandy questioned, looking up from the screen of her phone where her and Mj watched a movie, sharing a pair of earbuds.

"That's weird. Peter never told me he was allergic to perfume." Axel responded, his facial expression turning in to one of playful amusement.

Ned blinked, "Yeah, uhm, his eyes start to water. And he can't really-"

"You're saying Peter has a perfume allergy?" the voice of Roger Harrington interrupted as he stood up from his seat, making all the students fall silent. "I know from experience. Perfume allergies are no joke!"

"I can feel hives breaking out already." the teacher now stood in the middle of the aisle. "Get up, get up. Uh, Ned take Mj's spot. Mj, you take mine."

His gaze fell to Brandy and Axel, both teens stared at him with widened eyes.

"You two aren't allergic to anything, right?"

Both shook their heads.

"Good, Axel you take Peter's seat and Brandy, you take the seat beside him."

Then, he turned to Peter, "Come on, Peter, let's get you out of here."

Finally, he rested his hand on Ned's shoulder. "Ned, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is my responsibility.. and Mr. Dells."

"Let's go, Peter! Let's go!"

Peter let out a soft sigh, slinging his backpack over his shoulder as he shuffled down the aisle. As he passed his boyfriend and Brandy, he let his fingers brush against the other male's.

"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered out, a bit of embarrassment and guilt cascading and darkening over his face and eyes.

"It's okay, Pete. Gotta make sure your allergy doesn't get out of control." Axel's lips upturned in a soft grin at his subtle joke, chuckling as Peter groaned.

"I'll see you when the plane lands, okay?" the blond mumbled, giving his hand a soft squeeze before letting his hand fall away and heading down the aisle.

With a soft sigh, the blond sank down in to the seat beside his friend.

"Wanna watch F.r.i.e.n.d.s?" Brandy questioned lightly, offering one of the ear buds to the male, a slight smile on her pink lips.

Axel gave a tiny grin, shifting a bit before taking the bud and slipping it in to his ear.