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Peter let out a shaky breath once the door of the bathroom closed, looking at his messy reflection in the mirror, God, he looked this terrible in front of Harley?! The 'I woke up perfect' guy! Peter groaned, resting his forehead agaisnt the cool glass. "Why am I so fucking awkward..." he mumbled, rubbing the side of his neck before pulling back, licking his lips, and deciding to make himself presentable.
He eventually found a stash of unopened toothbrushes, underneath the sink, far enough back that Peter had to get on his hands and knees and totally didn't hit his head on the way out. He made quick work of brushing his teeth, fluffing out his hair, and making sure he didn't smell too terrible before moving to leave. He stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and turned, grunting softly as he squatted to the ground, grabbed a new toothbrush, and placed it next to the sink with a smile. 'Well, that's a start to win him over' he thought, fighting back the rising heat on his face as he left the bathroom, hit with a wave of nerves when he saw the tired boy sitting at the edge of the bed on his phone. New stark tec only his close family and friends had access to.
"Hey" Peter whispered, voice caught between raspy and squeaky, nervous and trying to play it cool.
Harley looked up, startled for only a second before he smiled softly, the kind of wind that just barely rustles the leaves but cools you in the summer.
The kind that leaves you longing for more when it's gone.
That kind of soft.
"Hey, darlin" He whispered, in that sinfully smooth voice that shouldn't sound so sexy in the morning. God, Peter needed to get ahold of himself before he lost it and made out with a guy he only just met. Harley probably didn't see him like that, anyway. Honestly, who would? Peter was a nobody until he put on the suit. Hell, even Flash had a crush on spiderman. Spiderman was everything, the next iron man, the next savior, the next wonder. Peter was just a kid. A kid who wasnt ready for iron man. A kid who wasnt ready to be more than your friendly neighborhood hero. He just wanted that back.
Peter didnt snap out of it until Harley was right in front of him, sending him that summer breeze smile and reaching out, his work worn hands brushing across his forehead, pushing a loose curl back into place.
"There." He whispered, barely there. Like he was wishing to a dandelion.
"I..." Peter's words died in his mouth, and he let his mouth shut, instantly lost in those gorgeous eyes and he could gaze into forever, and just forget all of his worries, his responsibilities. Just be a teen with a crush on a guy out of his league.
Harleys tongue shot out to lick his bottom lip, and Peter's eyes followed. God, he couldn't stop himself. Every inch of him seemed to be vibrating with the urge to do something.
But Peter was always a bit of a coward without the mask on.
He stood there, doing nothing but taking in every line and detail of Harley's devilishly handsome face, before Harley moved, leaning forward slowly. Peter's breath caught, thinking maybe he lucked out and would get his first kiss from this ridiculously cute guy that he fell asleep with two nights in a row-
Peter's eyes fell shut when Harley's lips pressed to his forehead. Damp and soft and so nice. He felt himself relax, shoulders sagging- how long had they been tense? He let out a long, low sigh, Harleys left hand loosely gripping his sweater clad bicep.
Far too soon Harley moved away, after what seemed seconds and hours and not long enough. He smiled, tightly, shyly as he tried to hide his pink cheeks, squeezing his arm. "Stop thinking so much." With those soft words he brushed past him into the bathroom, a soft click of the lock sounding so so loud.
Peter stood there, bottom lip between his teeth and eyes shut as he tried to hold on to the feeling, the absolute relaxation of feeling someone so close and caring and wanting to comfort him-
Peter reached a hand up, gently touching his forehead like a love struck girl in a coming of age movie, a small smile spreading across his face. This was good. Peter wanted Harley, and now he was sure, maybe just a little, that Harley wanted him too. And he was prepared to get them even closer.
He let out a soft noise, a soft chuckle, and turned on his heels, practically skipping to the kitchen to make them breakfast.
Peter probably should've expected it really, no ones actually stayed here in a while, but the pantries were stocked with nonperishable foods and the freezer with a small amount of frozen pizzas and such.
He let out a sigh, closing the cabinet doors after a long few moments of searching to no avail. Not much for breakfast, then.
He stood in the middle of the kitchen for a few minutes, shadows bouncing around in the new light, reflecting off shiny, unused appliances and clean countertops. It was big, his room from their old apartment could fit in here. And more. He was excited to move into their new one, knowing it would be just as nice.
He eventually pulled out his phone, calling a close diner for delivery. Hopefully Harley wouldn't mind takeout. It was still breakfast food, after all.
He headed downstairs, for the food, not wanting to put some poor delivery person through the awkwardness of figuring out the place. He stood outside, the cool morning breeze ruffling his hair, the sound of life surrounding him, sounding like music to tired ears. He loved it here. Loved home.
Once he got the food, and heavily tipped the delivery kid, he headed back upstairs, shifting his weight from foot to foot on the elevator trip up. He hoped, as he stepped out, that Harley would still be in the bathroom, that he could set everything up before he was back.
That idea flew out the crystal clear window when Harley stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with damp hair and low sweatpants, shoulders glistening in the light.
Peter stood awkwardly in the doorway, the bag of food hanging loosely in his hand as he stared at Harley hopelessly, his newfound crush only tripling in size.
"Uh..." Peter lifted the back, his voice cracking "breakfast?"