'A beard is proof that even the most rugged of men have a touch of sophistication'
Dr. Webb didn't like what everyone had to say about the new look Miguel started to wear when he was on break. Pointing out his facial hair was more like a Devil Beard that had been trimmed. LAYLA was any help when she blew up his phone and watched with images of bearded Miguel. Which he put aside to focus on his yearly vacation that his mother insisted he take.
"Romantic getaway?" LAYLA hinted.
"I am planning something," Dr. Webb wasn't going into his plans, "Got a surprise for you."
He then presented a wireless hard drive to LAYLA to access and find endless beach wear from swimwear to loungewear. All gathered by his daughter when she researched fashion trends and designs. All having to be with beach clothes and loungewear one wore on a boardwalk. A sort of a bribe to keep her from blabbing to Miguel about plans he was still working out. In which she accepted as she went through the WIDE selection of choices she had to pick from. Not knowing what to choose from as Dr. Webb was given the chance to work in silence. Sometimes picking up the nearest ink pen to put on paper when a vision struck him.
"Mi amor Cómo te va?" Miguel asked and caught him mid doodle.
"Ever took up the notion of being a priest?" Dr. Webb asked to hold up a drawing, "'cause this version of you is a romance novel worthy."
"Interesante." Miguel was amused over the discovery.
"I would totally read that." LAYLA scanned the doodle.
Migeul took the nearest picture of him dressed as a priest with a rosary wrapped around a hand. A worn bible held in that same hand as the garb he would with that white collar fit him like a glove. Even his blanket expression he wore fit this version of him to the point he was bothered.
"LAYLA will give you the details," Dr. Webb already knew Miguel was going to ask, "You look good in soaked clothing."
"Telenovela worthy." LAYLA pulled up a screen.
Screen that was brought up for Miguel to watch scenes of the reality that Dr. Webb doodled out and was eye-catching. Newly widowed and only son of a village doctor had returned home with his young son. Started visiting a newly transferred priest to his local parish for a daily form of confession. The r- rated confessions about how this young man missed doing certain sexual actions. He could do with his late wife or other attractive maidens from their village. Started to give this priest an unwanted erection while placing him in a constant state of arousal. When he tried to carry on his duty when listening as his morals started to be questioned.
"His pining is bothersome." Migeul walked past the screen.
"His way of comforting through communion is a slow burn." Dr. Webb finished those drawings.
Out of his hands the pen and paper pad were taken by a somewhat bothered Miguel. Who ended up pulling Dr. Web partially into his lap when he finally sat down.
"I don't like these visions you've been having," Miguel whispered in Dr. Webb's ear, "They feed LAYLA's newest obsession."
"Love it." She refilled her popcorn bucket.
"I told you," Dr. Webb reminds Miguel, "I have no control over my visions."
He then tried to not laugh at the wisps of hair of Miguel's beard tickling his outer ear and made it heard to focus. Made him try to act serious with Miguel without biting his lower lip out of arousal. Fingers uncurling and flexing when friction alone left him to fight off just moaning Miguel's name.
"I see you liking the beard?" LAYLA asked Dr. Webb with a wiggle to her eyebrows.
"She bought me a trimmer." Miguel wasn't happy with LAYLA's latest poke at him.
"I agree with her." Dr. Webb sighed.
Having a chance to look at him in person wasn't helping Dr. Webb when it wasn't a photo from LAYLA. Live view he was being allowed to look upon was from all angles with usual expressions. Had him needing to curve his desires while needing to ask why Miguel had a beard. None of the words could come to him since VERY crude thoughts filled his brain to the brim. A few of them had pictured him cumming on that bearded face in the middle of intense love making.
"I'll give you a minute." Miguel figured Dr. Webb needed one.
"I am kinda inspired by the Regency Era you." LAYLA pulled up the latest picture of him.
Fact the man was now wearing a smile with his clean shaven mustache was duly noted. He no longer wore black nor had the look of depressed widower within his eyes. Showed when he happily stole a passionate lip lock with his new love from public eyes. One he lowered himself toward with a gleeful grin while he blocked his path.
"They made up?" Dr. Webb noticed his Regency Era self at the other end of that kiss.
"Quite passionately." Miguel adjusted his grip on Dr. Webb.
"It's a long and romantic story," LAYLA shook her popcorn bucket from the excitement, "All started when Regency Era Dr. Webb ended things between them and left to take over his father's practice. Months pass, Lord Migeul realized how lonely he was without him and the friendship his daughter had. After cleaning himself up to be presentable enough to travel and get doc back. To only find him in the care of his parents in a temporarily blind state."
"Must be an accident similar to what I went through," Dr. Webb wondered, "My recovery didn't …"
He was silent when he felt one of Miguel's fingers tracing the side of his face just right next to his eyes. Following surgical scars he was told he wouldn't be able to find them, no matter where he searched. Left Dr. Webb to reach out and took that hand with his own to know what Miguel was saying.
"Left Lord Miguel to earn back a bond he never knew had formed between this sightless person and him. Started out with him visiting almost every day to just keep him company as a nurse/ caretaker supervised. Started fictional books that range from colorful adventures to magical lands to poetry. Came as gifts besides casually new prints that Lord Miguel picked up from local bookstores," LAYLA showed the images of days passing, "In time, trust and friendship was rebuilt between them."
Way Lord Miguel went from sitting on the farthest end of a 3- seater settee with his rich, monotone voice. Speaking each word with a clear accuracy when reading for hours on end. Brought an odd comfort to the person who sat at the other end just listening. Who couldn't see the way his visitor composed himself as he sat each day. Back straight and legs crossed as one of his hands held a newsprints or book in hand. To sit right next to this sightless person a month or two later with pages being turned for him. Tea time and conversations about interests replaced readings.
"Turned into Lord Miguel being allowed to share in this person's hobbies around his parents' home. Visiting his mother's greenhouse and father's collection of kinetic machines," LAYLA happily sighed, "As the latest recordings were played from a phonograph, Lord Miguel bought it as a present."
"Where does this lead?" Miguel didn't understand, "The nurse/ caretaker as a supervisor must ruin the mood."
"I agree," Dr. Webb said from experience, "Peter B with child being one of them for us."
Miguel smiled in agreement to what Dr. Webb had to say about Peter B always interrupting them. His requests ranged from just checking in on his emotional state of mind. Looking for a last minute babysitter on date night with his wife when Miles wasn't available. Someone to pass the time and chat away between missions by hanging out. Looking for something to eat besides what they serve in the cafeteria.
"These two slowly grew closer with physical intimacy being shared and reigniting their spark," LAYLA gets giddy, " To a point Lord Miguel would ask the sightless one to return home with him. Confessing he missed the two of them being alone in his private lounge at day's end. Sipping wine he gets imported from Spain by light from a fireplace."
"Date night idea?" Migeul asked Dr. Webb, "Mi amor siento que te he descuidado."
"You don't own a fireplace" Dr. Webb pointed out, "I kinda can't have wine … "
Miguel sighed when he was reminded of medication that currently sat within his apartment. Stashed away in the cabinet of his bathroom that Dr. Webb got refilled just last week. Urge to tell Dr. Webb that he didn't need to continue taking them was a strong one. Had one of his hands taken by a smaller one that carried a familiar strength.
"We need to talk." Miguel and Dr. Webb spoke at the same time.
"Side note made," LAYLA created a digital post- it, "Back to my story …"
"Sightless one had a few terms he needed met by Lord Miguel before going back with him," LAYLA showed the scene, "Which would be met at each turn as Lord Miguel made arrangements. Hiring a maid tends to be a sightless one to look into getting his sight back."
8*8
Visiting the man that gave Marsh back his sight was a monthly visit he took time since that fateful day. Had his daughter going with him instead of his mother this time around. Gave him a chance to introduce his daughter to his mentor and family friend. She happily shook hands before pleasantries were exchanged between them. This was followed by her being allowed to watch her father get his eyes looked over. Where she learned about her father's eyes and how came to path as a doctor. Which left her to tightly hug him when they were leaving his mentor's place.
"Pastelito." Marsh was surprised by her gesture.
"I thought you stopped being a spider hero 'cause of mamá leaving," She started to cry, "Fact you almost died … "
"Dulce Pastelito." He wrapped his arm around her.
Ok
He didn't squeeze her too hard when he returned the hug remembering he still had his inhuman strength. Keeping his embrace light enough for her to move around any direction she wanted. Since she had her one strap backpack still hanging off one of her shoulders for later that day.
"You're going to need to cheer up," He tried to sound encouraging, "We can't have beach fun with you in tears."
"Like beach- beach and not like visiting a resort spa?" She excitedly asked.
"... with a few surprises." He hoped LAYLA didn't give away.
She wasn't going to spend all day locked behind four walls having to go through all kinds of skin treatment. Looking at an unspoiled view of the tropical shoreline through a large wall while sipping drinks. Had her thanking him repeatedly as she wore this big smile. She grabbed one of his hands when released from his one sided hug. Ready to be guided to a designated meeting spot, One he told Miguel to wait by a certain time with transportation for three.
"You're the coolest parent," She chimed while allowing him to lead the way, "Now."
"Zarina wouldn't agree with you on that." He recalled a few choice words she had for him once.
"I wish she'd get over me choosing you and papá Miguel." She spoke of how upset her mother was.
"Papá Miguel?" He was shocked, "Really?"
The rest of their short walk was mostly her listing all the cool things she learned about Miguel so far. She began with how LAYLA, Peni, and Margo have helped improve her technological skills. Keeping an eye on Mayday kept her busy when not doing homework. Being able to socialize with teenage spiders did wonders. Was the tip of the iceberg with her rant coming to a complete halt. When he saw Miguel standing beside a hover motorcycle with a sidecar. Way the blue, graphic tee with the red spider symbol was filled out by his muscles. This belted leather jacket that was just at his waist and worn half way zipped up. Those tailored jeans hugged that slim waist abate from that toned torso. A black, stubbed, leather belt accented that fitted waist even more. Exposed neck not covered by the collar of a spider suit was a sight.
"Nice shades." Gabriella liked the red lens sunglasses Miguel wore.
"Light sensitivity." Miguel answered her.
She looked for the aviator style frames with red colored lenses made from quartz mixed glass on Miguel. Worked with the trimmed beard Miguel still has upon his face. To mountaineering glasses with frames made from leather and metal with darken lenses.
"10," She gave Miguel and frowned towards her dad, "Ask LAYLA for style advice."
"Ou." Marsh was hurt.
"That makes me the lucky one?" Miguel was very confused.
"Si hombre guapo." Marsh sighed looking at him.
Miguel dismissed what Gabriella had to say about her father's taste in eye wear when he picked up a helmet. One he handed over to Gabriella when she just looked at his hover cycle with star struck eyes. She only accepted after her father had to whistle to get her to look forward.
"Helmet on and a tu difunto abuelo le gustan estas gafas de sol." Marsh reminded her.
To her chest she hugged the helmet, mumbling an apology that got a side smirk from Miguel when silence fell. Marsh accepted before Miguel told them who was riding where on the hover cycle. Blush that coated Marsh's cheeks when told he was to sit before Miguel then in the back. Brought back a certain memory of the last time they were in Miguel's office, and LAYLA was put into DND mode.
"Mi amor?" Miguel asked him, "Everything ok?"
"Trying to figure out," Marsh walked over to the hovercycle, "¿Por qué siempre estoy encima o en tu regazo?"
Hidden smirk that appeared on Miguel's face when he leaned close to hand Marsh a helmet as he whispered. Answer he gave led the blush to widen on Marsh when he felt Miguel's breath. Hairs of Miguel's trimmed beard alone tickled outer shell of his ear as he fought a shiver. He blocked his face from his daughter's sight line when she started to watch them.
"Are we going?" Miguel asked, "I don't want to keep you."
"It's when you get me alone. Again," Marsh leered at him, "I am worried."
Exchanged a simple kiss with Miguel nibbling his lower lip after slipping a bit of tongue before pulling away. Before he pulled on his helmet swearing under his breath for a long ride. Which had Miguel following instructions to a hamlet and census-designated place. In Suffolk County, Nueva York, on the North Shore of Long Island called Wading River. Where he drove to the address of a closed up house with wrap around porch. He pulled in and parked in the driveway before allowing anyone off the hover cycle,
"You really own this place?" Miguel asked Marsh.
"One of my first investment properties," Marsh pulled off his helmet, "Right after Zarina left me while still trying to play mother to Gabriella."
"Can I go in?" Gabriella asked.
She didn't need to ask twice when handed the key from her dad after pulling off her helmet in an excited mood. Off she ran to unlock the front ignoring her father about waiting. Left Miguel to wrap an arm around Marsh to keep him from getting off and rushing after her. Pulling him against a sweat soaked wall of muscle he was pressed up against. One where he memorized the heart hammering pace and breathing pattern a few miles ago. That had him looking up until his neck was exposed with eyes on Miguel.
"Everything is analog and the backyard is a private beach," Marsh explained, "Ready to be shown around?"
"I'll be right behind," Miguel loved the angle he looked down, "Go on."
Helmet was placed in the side car after being pulled off and handed over when a kiss was given. Miguel ended up having to help Marsh off the hovercycle with some minor struggle. He struggled with gaining his balance in the end with Miguel getting handsy. A bit of his pants leg got caught when he was stepping off with Miguel's hands on him.
"Mi amor?" Miguel slightly squeezed Marsh, "You feel heavier and firm in a different way …."
"Picked up my old work out routine," Marsh unsnagged his pants' leg, "Peter B joined me for some reason."
"Explains," Miguel pulls off his helmet, "Why you're in the gym and not in the observance area."
Marsh would have answered him, if Gabriella didn't open one of the windows from the second floor. Yelling out to stop flirting with each other over her dad's beach bod and how he got it. Marsh blush when Miguel answered to give them a minute before they joined her. Watching Marsh turn and make his way to the already flung open door of his place. Feeling those heated red eyes taking in his back view he stopped and he kicked the door closed. Checking to see if his bags and personal things were delivered like he instructed.
Which he found neatly stacked in the center of the living room with a thank card saying to hire them again. Knowing he would be getting an earful from his daughter about not using her drones. Which he knew were still in their testing stage with back glitchy GPS. Left him to use his Dimensional Travel Watch to others that were awaiting his call. Came in the form of a familiar batch of teens with finished homework and parents' permission.
8*8
First thing Marsh did was shave Miguel's beard when he waited outside the shower for him. Happened when he handed over a towel and made a simple request when steam pounded out. He flexed and reached in that narrow space between their bodies. When the view of newly developed muscles was flashed to VERY observant red irises. Had Miguel secure his towel before he decided to just pick up Marsh by his waist. Putting him onto the counter for a better view of the doctor as the mirror fogged up.
"Hold still." Miguel took the razor from Marsh.
He hovered his fingers' tip inches away from Marsh's torso with one pushing his shirt upward. Piece of material was then held in place after reaching right under the chin of his face. Taking in flab of flesh that was once fat and now muscle throughout the revealed abdomen.
"Your making me feel like a ken doll," Marsh tried to not laugh, "Why Pastelito wants to go see that movie bothers me."
He calmly breathed instead of giving into fits of giggles since Miguel had excellent hearing. Would make him suffer in more ways than one if he heard. Having a repeat of this morning when Miguel returned from a mission. Being pinned from behind and having all logical thought drained from his mind. Not an action Marsh wanted to repeat at the moment with a house full of teens.
"May I share in this new workout?" Miguel asked.
"Get Peter to stop asking me how I hang upside down without sticking to the wall," Marsh agreed, "I'll even wear matching outfits."
"Don't let LAYLA catch you saying that." Miguel warned him.
"I like those shorts you wear." Marsh reminds him.
Claiming his lips one last time with hands resting on his chest where his heart beat. Intensity alone when Marsh returned the emotion when he leaned into the kiss. Before the two split apart with Marsh getting down from the counter. Agreement that the beard was to be gone by time they got back. Left Miguel in the bathroom alone to finish getting ready. Making Marsh notice what Miguel had laid out on the bed to wear. A pair of swim trunks and shirt sleeve, hoodie jacket in his suit colors.