Parade
As a New Yorker, Peter has been to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade once and has absolutely no desire to go back. It is much more comfortable and much easier to simply watch the parade from home in the comforts of his pajamas. He has no clue how anyone could want to go campout on the side walk in the chilly November air just so they can try and get a good view of the floats and performers while they make their way by. Peter finds it ridiculous that people would suffer through the cold, sleeping on the uncomfortable ground, not having direct access to a bathroom, all for the hopes of seeing the parade but not even being guaranteed that they’ll be able to see over the head of any person who may manage to push in front of them and block their view. Despite his unsavory opinion on the event, Peter still finds himself attempting to set up a mini camp on the very crowded side walk just so that he can see the parade the next day. Peter isn’t as crazy as some of the other parade attendants who have been camping out for days already but then again, he’d rather at home in his nice warm bed right about now.
Harley Keener is not a native to New York so he was overjoyed at the opportunity to see the Macy’s Day Parade in person. He is thrilled to be able to see the technical aspects of the parade in person and actually get a feel for how truly massive some of the floats and balloons are. He is a bit surprised to find out that people really do camp out days in advance to get a good spot for the parade and he can’t say that he is mad that Peter refused to spend more than one day camped out in the line of spectators. He helps Peter set up their sleeping bags and two lawn chairs in a spot on the sidewalk that is as close to the barricade as they will get. Once their mini camp is ready, Harley sits down next to Peter on one of the rolled out sleeping bags and wraps his arms around his slim boyfriend’s waist.
“You know, I really appreciate that you are doing this for me. I know you aren’t too thrilled to be here.” Harley drawls as he rests his chin on Peter’s shoulder. His affectionate actions are both a display of gratefulness but also are a sneaky way of making sure that his boyfriend is warm enough in the chilly November air. Peter melts into Harley’s embrace and turns shifts so that he can tuck himself into his lover’s lap. He presses his cold nose into Harley’s warm neck and lets out a soft laugh when the teen beneath him lets out a yelp from the sudden chill.
“You’re welcome Harls. I don’t mind being out here so much because I know that you here to keep me warm.” Peter murmurs just loud enough to be heard and reaches to pull his hood up over his head and shield any of his exposed skin from the crisp air. Harley frowns worriedly when he feels that Peter is shivering despite the several layers of clothing that he is wearing. The weather isn’t that cold, winter had come a bit early but it is still only in it’s early stages. The factor that the boys hadn’t really known how to protect themselves against the chilly breeze that is making its way through the city streets as if its only goal is to chill Peter Parker to the bone.
Harley pulls away from his cold boyfriend and makes a soft hushing sound when the smaller boy lets out a whine of protest. Harley easily unzips the sleeping bag that the pair is not sitting on top of and then unzips the one they are sitting on. It takes him a moment or two to figure out how but he manages to zip the sleeping bags into one large sleeping bag. He turns back to his lover who is now sitting with his knees pulled tight to his chest, to try and get his body to preserve any of the little body heat he still has left. Harley smiles sympathetically and reaches out to help the smaller teen into the now oversized sleeping bag.
“I’ve got you. If you get any colder then you are now you just let me know and I can call Tony to bring us some more blankets or we can just head back to the tower.” Harley tells his boyfriend while layering blankets over his small frame but underneath the wind resident fabric of the sleeping bag. Once all of the blankets have been positioned over Peter inside the sleeping bag, Harley slips in next to his boyfriend and zips up the seal to their cocoon of warmth.
Peter turns over on to his side and cuddles up against Harley with a soft sigh, “You’re like my own personal space heater.” He mumbles happily. His shivering has died down a bit as the layers of blankets and the warmth that Harley is providing helps warm up his body as it fails to thermoregulate itself.
Harley just smiles and presses a gentle kiss to Peter’s forehead. Harley thinks that cuddling with Peter may be better than the parade itself but he would never admit it to the arachnid who suffered through crowded sidewalk and freezing his adorable butt of just so Harley could see the parade.