hold the fuck up,,,
Harley walked over tiredly and slumped down onto the bench, laying down and draping his head across Peter’s lap before sighing and saying, “History class is going to be the death of me.”
Peter absentmindedly began to run his fingers through the boy’s blonde hair while he complained, looking down at his face and nodding when required. Harley was gazing up at the ceiling, mouth moving a mile a minute, waving his hands around while the other played with his hair. The brunette wasn’t even thinking when he started feeding Harley the grapes off his lunch tray, just letting him chew, continue ranting for a while while he popped a grape into his own mouth before giving Harley another.
MJ and Ned paused with their forks halfway to their mouths and shared a look. Suddenly it was like they weren’t even there anymore, just spectators to the domestic scene in front of them.
Gradually Harley’s ranting died down and they were left talking about other stuff, currently lab stuff.
“And Tony said that our design for the new web shooters for my suit was incredible and-“
“Hold the fuck up,” Harley interrupted, and before he could continue Peter stilled the fingers in his hair and added, “I already am.”
MJ and Ned let out an “oof” while Harley was just left there blinking up at Peter. He stared for a moment before pouting and saying, “ouch,” dramatically throwing a hand to his chest as if in pain.
“So that’s how it is,” Harley challenged, pushing himself up off Peter to a sitting position and glaring at him while Peter just grinned. “You’re gonna regret that darlin.”
“Am I?” Peter returned, still smiling.
Harley made a grab for his grapes on the lunch table, ignoring the “nooo my grapes!” And proceeded to throw them at Peter’s face. Peter scowled at him and raised his hands, wiggling his fingers menacingly (well, as menacingly as you can wiggle your fingers...) causing Harley to yelp and jump up off the bench in an instant.
That’s how MJ and Ned became the spectators to two teenagers chasing each other through the high school cafeteria. And barely anyone even batted an eye, just took a glance and continued munching their lunch. High school was weird.
Peter and Harley ended up racing through the corridors, feet pounding and breathing hard, running as fast as they could on the squeaky, slippy floor. There wasn’t ever that big of a gap between them- yes, Peter was fast but these floors were not grippy enough and Harley was a quick little shit damn it- as they panted up the stairs and continued running through deserted corridors when Harley stopped abruptly, Peter almost running into his back. There was a teacher ahead of them leaving her classroom; Harley turned and grabbed Peter’s hand, looked around frantically and dragged them through the nearest door to avoid being seen letting it shut quietly behind them.
He didn’t know it was the janitors closet until they were standing in the dark, pressed against one another. He just wanted to avoid a detention.
They were breathing heavily into each other’s faces with no room to move back, their lips would be practically touching if it wasn’t for their slight height difference, just stared into each other’s eyes as they waited. They didn’t dare to talk, keeping silent as the teacher walked past the door and the footsteps clicked further into the distance. Harley wanted to reach up and push back the stubborn brown tuft of hair that had flopped down onto Peter’s face but his hand was trapped. In Peter’s hand. They were still holding hands.
His first instinct was to drop it as if it had burned him (well no, that’s a lie, his first thought was to pull Peter’s hand towards him and wrap his arms around the guy’s body but that’s not the point okay) but he was trying to flirt, purposefully now, he reminded himself, and so he did not let go and watched Peter’s face carefully.
He watched in the dark as Peter’s free hand came to rest up on Harley’s chest as he calmed his breathing and his heart rate slowed down gradually, blinking up at Harley through his eyelashes. Then his honey brown eyes travelled down to their joined hands, and Harley was expecting a blush or something, but Peter just smiled softly before schooling his expression back to blank and looking up to Harley again.
“No ones there. We should leave before the bell goes off,” Peter whispered, pushing the handle down and pulling his friend out of the room with him before letting go and turning towards his locker.
Harley stood there watching him walk away, urging the feelings that were bubbling up inside him to calm down a little, he felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest, before Peter stopped and turned to face him from halfway down the corridor.
“Aren’t you coming, Princess?”
Harley almost choked, but instead he let a smirk creep onto his lips as he galloped towards the other boy. “Course I am, darlin,” he drawled in an exaggerated version of his accent (that made Peter melt).