So the week went by and my body began to hurt less and less. Peter and Spider-Man would stop by ever so often.

Since we had the house to our selves we did what every other teenage couple would do when they were left alone.

Wensday

We sat on my bed as Peter held me close as my arm folded around the back of his neck. Our tongues exploring each other's mouths.

Slowly he laid me down and sat on my lap. He gently kiss my neck down.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Get off! My back!" I demanded as I grabbed the blankets. Peter jumped off and tried to help me but I just pushed him away.

Thursday

We stood up and Spider-Man held me close. Our mouths connected and my hand fingering his mask.

We found our selves almost dancing to the wall. He held me tight enough for me to fell he wanted me.

Trust me, I wanted him too. I don't know what it is about a man in spandex that is just so... Unff

As we backed up toward the wall I tripped over some clothing of mine and fell against the wall.

"Hamish!" He tried to help me but he figured out by now that I don't want it.

There was too much pain for words. I rolled on my side and covered my face. He held my hand and I squeezed it tight and tried not to cry.

Friday

Peter lay parallel to me and we hold each other. Our legs intertwined and our hands exploring.

"You're so perfect," he whispered as he began to nibble my ear lobe.

I tried to run my fingers threw his hair but my cast just ended up hitting his head. "I'm sorry!"

He laughed, "It's okay." He kissed my lips. Softly he laid me down on my back. "Is your back okay?"

I nodded and he began to leave kisses down my body. He lifted up my sweater but my brace was covering everything. I ran my, good, hand threw his hair.

Peter grabbed it and began to suck my index finger. I moaned and instantly my face became red.

Slowly he pulled down my pants and kissed me threw my underwear. I gripped the blankets and bit my bottom lip.

Now I understand why they were moaning so much...

Peter fingered my underwear and pulled it down slowly. He held me in his hand and kissed my tip.

I gasped, but my lungs couldn't take it. I choked on my air and than began to cough. The coughing hurt my back and I couldn't breath.

I started to cry because all that pain that was in my back was now in my bruised lung. I lay on my side and just try to stay still.

I'm really over being hurt.

~Hamish Holmes