Chapter 7
“Wanda told me to talk to you.”
Harley looked up to where Peter was standing when he said that. Harley was on the couch and Peter was in the doorway, but still in the hall, having immediately changed his outfit when he got home from school. Tony wasn’t home, and Wanda’s words from last weekend were still echoing in Peter’s head, so he decided now was the time to talk to Harley about Tony and their living situation.
“About Scotland?” Harley asked to kind of bring down the nervous energy Peter was emitting. “Well, no, but it isn’t bad. I think.” Peter said quickly as he walked over to sit next to Harley on the couch. Harley placed Peter’s legs on his lap, so Peter was laying on his back across the couch while Harley was still sitting upright. Harley nodded as a sign for Peter to continue speaking his thoughts.
“Do you want Tony to move out?” Peter asked bluntly. Neither of them knew when they thought of Tony having “moved in” instead of staying with them temporarily. Tony had his own room basically, filled with his things. His body wash and shampoo were in the shower with his toothbrush on the sink. His food was in the fridge. It was unspoken; Tony wasn’t just staying there, he was LIVING there.
Harley thought silently for a moment. “I don’t know.” He answered honestly but quietly, running his hand up and down Peter’s calves, a habit of his when Peter’s legs were on his lap. Peter stopped Harley’s hand by holding it in his own. “What if I told you that I don’t want him to leave?” Peter asked, cheeks turning pink out of slight embarrassment. That question meant more than the words that were said, but he had a feeling Harley wouldn’t understand the hidden meaning unless he felt the same way.
Peter hoped he felt the same way, he would feel guilty if he didn’t. He was thinking of another man, romantically and sexually. His love for Harley hadn’t moved, and he knew it would never falter.
He just knew he was beginning to have feelings for Tony, too.
Harley smiled at him. “I don’t want him to, either.” He said simply, his hand squeezing Peter’s. “But I know there’s something you don’t wanna say out loud.” Peter’s heart stopped, fear rushing through him at Harley’s statement. It was so vague, with no indication that he actually knew what Peter was really trying to say. He didn’t want to lose Harley to this.
“So I’ll say it.” Harley leaned over Peter so their faces were inches apart, giving Peter a smile that was full of love and mischief. “You want him too.” Harley said quietly. Peter began to panic, getting ready to apologize to Harley for having feelings for another man, but any words on his tongue were cut off by Harley kissing him deeply. Peter immediately began to relax, hands going to Harley’s shoulders. They kissed for what felt like hours, pulling away for breath.
“You’re not mad?” Peter asked hesitantly. Harley shook his head, still smiling. “Not at all, baby.” He brought his hand up to push a curl away from Peter’s forehead. “I think Wanda read my mind. Especially if she’s the one who told you to talk to me about him.” The look in Harley’s eyes could only be described as true love.
Peter initiated the next kiss, sitting up and hovering over Harley this time, switching their positions on the couch. Harley melted beneath him, allowing Peter to take control of the situation. Harley let out a yelp when Peter lifted him off the couch and started carrying him to their bedroom. Sometimes, Peter’s super strength still left him floundering.
It felt like it only took a second for him to get thrown onto their bed, it felt like he blinked and suddenly he was falling. Peter quickly rushed on top of him, giving Harley almost ruthless kisses. Breathless was nowhere near close to how Peter made him feel when he did this; when Peter absolutely ravaged him. It was a position they had found themselves in often, when it felt right.
And God, this felt so, so right.
Harley whimpered as Peter nearly tore his clothes off, anticipation bubbling up very fast. He just wanted Peter’s hands on him, wanted Peter’s mouth on him, wanted Peter inside of him. It was clear he wouldn’t have to wait too long, Peter was clearly not wanting to wait any longer than he had to either.
Peter was biting him, leaving marks on him everywhere. From the spot on his neck just below his ear, to the sensitive spot between Harley’s neck and collarbone, to his hips. The bites had Harley gripping the pillows behind his head, holding on for dear life. It was the only way he could tell he wasn’t beginning to float off the bed. God, he loved the way that Peter knew how to take him apart in just the right way.
Peter crawled up so he was hovering over Harley’s face, who was breathing heavily. They haven’t even really started yet and he was already so breathless. “What do you want, Harley?” He whispered with fierceness. “I want you, I want you to fuck me, please.” Harley begged, chest rising and falling rapidly. Peter tilted his head teasingly as one of his hands found the drawer to the nearby nightstand, pulling out lube and a condom without even having to look.
“Oh? You want me?” Peter teased, dropping the condom and moving to sit between Harley’s bare legs, still fully clothed as he uncapped the lube and put some on his fingers. Harley nodded wildly, not even minding that he was the only one naked, his cock so hard that it was flush with his stomach. He gasped when he felt one of Peter’s fingers enter him, loving the burn it brought him. The burn ripped through his body, but in the most intoxicating way.
“Hm, I don’t know, baby…” Peter continued to tease as he added another finger and began pumping in and out of Harley, who was writhing in pure pleasure. If Peter kept this up, he would be cumming before Peter’s dick was even inside of him. The third finger that entered him was almost too much, he felt himself get so, so close to the edge, he had to hold himself back.
He never wanted this to end.
“Who knows? Maybe you’re thinking of someone else.” Peter’s voice almost sounded serious as he thrust his cock into Harley. Harley didn’t even realize Peter put the condom on, he was so high. The sound that came out of him as Peter bottomed out inside him was guttural, if Tony had been home, he would’ve thought Harley was being ripped apart. He kind of was, but in the greatest way possible. Peter wasted no time thrusting in and out of him, Harley’s ankles on his shoulders in a way that mirrored how the two of them were the night that Tony interrupted them, but reversed, and far less gentle.
“Tell me, Harley.” Peter leaned over until he was face to face with Harley while still thrusting hard and fast. His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the change of angle. “Tell me, sweetheart.” Peter gripped the back of Harley’s hair to lift his head up and slowed his thrusts. Harley had to force his eyes open, looking straight into Peter’s. “You’re thinking of Tony, too.” Peter had a cocky grin on his face as he teased him. Harley couldn’t find words, he could only nod in response.
“I bet you’re thinking of him fucking you, huh?” Peter’s thrusts got harder again. “Or maybe you wanna watch him fuck me.” Faster. “Or you wanna watch me fuck him, huh?” Peter was becoming breathless now. “Yes, yes, I do!” Harley whined out, desperate for his climax, which he could feel was so close. “Say it.” Peter pulled his hair a bit harder, practically growling. Something he did when he was fucking Harley and was coming close to his own climax. “I wan-want you and Tony to fuck me.” Harley whimpered, lips centimeters away from Peter’s. That was it for Peter, hearing those words spoken out loud was enough to make him somehow thrust harder and faster. With each thrust, Harley whimpered and Peter grunted, before the gap between their lips closed and they were both cumming.
Neither of them know who kissed who, but it didn’t matter, they just wanted to taste each other. They were both coming down from their highs, the heavy air in the room beginning to disperse, leaving space for a sense of relaxation to flow in. They separated from each other, Peter still hovering over Harley with their foreheads pressed together. “Holy shit.” Harley muttered, making Peter laugh. He rolled off of Harley, reaching to the tissue box on the bedside table and wiping the cum off of Harley’s stomach.
Peter’s touch was gentle as he cleaned Harley off, it was one of Harley’s favorite parts of sex with Peter when he was topped. “I love you.” He whispered when Peter was done cleaning him up. Peter kissed his lips. “I love you too.” He laid next to Harley, wrapping his arm around him and allowing Harley to put his head on Peter’s chest. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, with Tony. I just want to make sure you know that like, my feelings for you have never changed.” He began fiddling with Harley’s hair to soothe his own anxiety. “I still love you the same. I just like Tony too.” Harley looked up at him with a soft smile on his face. “I know. I feel the same way.” He pressed a soft kiss to Peter’s lips before continuing to snuggle his face into Peter’s chest.
“But we can talk about this later. I need a nap.”
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Tony came home to a silent house, which was strange considering the cars (a gift from Tony) that belonged to Peter and Harley were parked in the driveway. He walked around a bit, seeing the door to their bedroom was closed. He put his ear up to the door to listen in before knocking. He wanted to avoid the awkward situation that would be him walking in on them during a… private moment.
When he didn’t hear anything, he decided to knock lightly. After a couple seconds, he heard a groggy voice on the other side of the door telling him to come in. The room was dim, the only light coming from the late afternoon sun shining through the window. Peter and Harley were curled in bed together, Harley still asleep with his head resting on Peter’s bare chest and the comforter pulled up to his shoulders, while Peter had clearly just woken up but was still laying on his back. The look in his eyes was groggy, but he had a small smile on his face when Tony walked into the room.
“You’re home early.” Peter said, assuming he had been sleeping for a shorter amount of time than he actually had. He began to rub his eye with the hand that wasn’t around Harley when Tony said, ”I’m not, actually.” Peter’s eyes widened at that, his hand reaching for his phone on the nightstand before realizing he had left his phone in the living room when he and Harley had their talk earlier.
“Shit.” Peter said while visibly looking more awake. He wanted to make dinner and have it ready before Tony came home. “Harley, Harley wake up!” He whisper shouted, wiggling Harley a bit to try to rouse him gently. Harley groaned but kept his eyes closed. “Harley, we've been sleeping for like four hours.” Harley’s eyes shot open. “Oops.” He muttered simply, snuggling closer into Peter and not caring that Tony was watching them.
“I’m sorry, I was gonna start dinner before you got home.” Peter explained apologetically, trying to wiggle his way out from underneath a still sleepy Harley. Tony was trying to not think too hard about how neither of them were wearing shirts, probably not wearing anything else, and they were still tangled around each other in bed. “It’s alright, Pete, we can order in.” He tried to keep his voice from wavering when Peter sat up and the blanket that once covered his torso had fallen down to his hips. Had he always been that toned?
“I want pizza.” Harley’s voice was muffled due to his face being pressed into the sheet Peter was once laying on, soaking in the heat that hadn’t left the fabric. Tony made a mental note to himself; Harley was extremely needy when he was tired. “No, we need a break from pizza. Can you hand me those sweatpants?” Peter asked Tony while pointing to a pair of grey sweatpants that were on the bedroom floor. He picked them up off the ground and tossed them to Peter, who wiggled into them from underneath the blanket so as to not expose himself.
“We got a drawer of takeout menus.” Peter explained as he led Tony to the kitchen, making sure he knew where said menus were stored. “He needs a break from pizza.” He took them and walked back to their bedroom, and Tony could tell that the sweatpants that he was wearing were definitely not his, obvious from how they had to be bunched at the ankles and the untied waistband was hanging very low on his hips.
Peter flipped the ceiling light on when he reentered the bedroom, making Harley groan. Peter ignored him and sat back on his spot on the bed, making a gesture for Tony to sit with them. He sat near the end of the bed on Peter’s side, Harley was still sprawled out on his stomach on his side. “What are you feeling, Tony?” He asked while sorting the many pamphlets in his hand. ‘You, please. I want to lick your muscles.’ Tony thought, but instead of speaking he just shrugged. “I don’t really care.” Peter gave him a look. “That’s the opposite of helpful.”
“I want pizza.” Harley muttered. Peter swatted at Harley’s ass through the blanket that still covered him. Tony couldn’t help but laugh when Harley did a little jump. He also couldn’t help but stare a little at Harley’s tan, muscular back. He watched as Peter sorted out the pamphlets, asking the other men questions about what they were feeling, mostly ignoring Harley’s requests. It was a warm, quiet moment between the three of them. Tony realized, in that moment, that this felt like home.
They settled on hot sandwiches from a local Italian restaurant that night.