So I've been out of it for a while and I'm pretty pumped that I finally managed to get something up for Valentine's Day (even if it is a little late). I apologize in advance for any errors or OOC.

WARNINGS: Lemon and Language

DISCLAIMER: I obviously don't own Spider-Man


Harry smiled at Pete as he handed him a folded piece of paper. "Harry, if he catches you passing notes you're going to end up in detention again," Pete whispered. "We'll both end up in detention."

"Don't worry Pete," Harry glanced toward the front of the classroom to see if the teacher was still writing notes on the board. Pete smiled and began unfolding the note. "No." Harry placed his hand over Pete's. "Not here." Pete looked into Harry's eyes before saying anything.

"Is there something you two would like to share with the class?" the teacher asked.

"No, sir," Harry said turning to face the front of the room.

"Well, I'd like to continue if that's alright with you," he said sarcastically.

Harry nodded before turning back to face Pete, first making sure that the teacher had his back turned. "We'll talk about it later I guess."

"Okay," Pete said. "Just pay attention."

"Mr. Osborn, I'm not going to ask you again," the teacher began writing at his desk. "Please leave my class." He held up a pass. Harry got up from his seat and slowly moved toward the front of the class. Harry took the pass from the teacher and started for the door. "Thank you." Pete unfolded the note under his desk 'Valentine's Day at My Place?' Pete looked toward the door, but Harry had already gone.

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Pete spotted Harry leaning against some lockers talking to some girl. He walked up to them. "I guess I'll talk to you later," she said before walking away.

"Sorry," Pete apologized. "I didn't mean to…"

"Don't worry about her," Harry said. "So did you read the note?" Pete nodded. "And?"

"You don't have plans for Valentine's Day?"

"You tell me," Harry joked.

"I mean with…like a girl."

Harry shook his head. "Why? Do you?"

"Are you kidding? I don't even talk to girls."

"So then you're coming over?"

"Yeah I guess," Pete nodded.

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"Hey Pete," Harry rushed meet him at the elevator. "Come in."

"Hey." They headed up to Harry's bedroom. "So how did you not get a date for Valentine's Day?" Pete sat on Harry's bed. He observed every detail of it. It was much nicer than his, but also a lot more impersonal. Not like Harry.

"How did you manage to avoid asking Mary Jane again?" Harry noticed Pete's eyes wandering around the large expanse. "Would you have preferred to go to your place?"

"What?" Harry looked at his feet. "Oh no, it's not that, it's just your room's different than I expected."

"Yeah well…" Harry looked up locking eyes with Pete. "Nothing. So you chickened out?"

"No," Pete said defensively. "I never intended on asking her out. Besides she has a boyfriend."

"Right," Harry said.

"Who are you to talk? You didn't ask anyone either. And I'm sure they would have said yes."

"Well, I asked you." There was a small silence between them.

"It doesn't count," Pete said looking away from his friend to hide the color forming on his cheeks.

"I…I didn't mean it like that," Harry said mirroring Pete's action. He realized that it had been a bad idea to ask Pete to come over on such a romantic holiday, but he wasn't sure if that had been his intention. Maybe he wanted to spend Valentine's Day with his best friend. Maybe he wanted to be more than just friends. Maybe…Harry's eyes snapped up to toward Pete's eyes upon feeling a soft touch on his thigh.

"You okay?" Pete's soft blue eyes showed concern for his friend. Harry nodded and Pete smiled. He felt the same way for Harry. That's why he agreed to come despite the fact that it was Valentine's Day and he knew that there were better things Harry could be doing with his time. The time that he spent with Harry was some of the best times of his life. He didn't expect to be in his bedroom and he definitely didn't expect to have touched him the way he had, though he was sure Harry had hardly noticed. Tons of people had probably felt that thigh and been in this bed so close to him. And why not? He was gorgeous. Perfect. "So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "This was a bad idea." Harry rose and began to turn.

"No!" Pete almost yelled also standing. Harry turned to face him. "I mean…I don't mind just hanging out." He clenched his hands into fists at his side to keep them from shaking. He didn't want Harry to notice how nervous he was. There was no reason for him to be nervous hanging out with his best friend, but he felt so different. Maybe Harry was right, leaving was probably a good idea. Before he embarrassed himself anymore, and things were getting awkward. It felt like they had been standing there in silence for hours. Pete looked down toward the ground. That's when he noticed for the first time; Harry's hands were also in fists at his sides. "Harry…"

"Sorry," Harry's voice was soft. Pete smiled nervously. He almost opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by Harry's lips pushing hungrily on his. Pete parted his lips letting Harry's tongue enter. He felt his body fall onto the soft mattress and his best friend's body pressed hard against his. "Peter," he breathed. "I didn't…I didn't plan this. I just…"

Pete nodded. "It's okay."

"I just wanted you to know that I didn't ask you to come here so that we could… do this." Pete kissed Harry again. Harry reached his hand down to his own pants, slowly undoing them. "Are you sure?"

Pete was surprised by how nervous Harry was getting. "I want to." Harry got onto his knees and removed his shirt revealing a well built torso. Pete ran his fingers over every cut as Harry's breathing became heavy. "Are you okay?"

Harry swallowed nodding. "I've just never done this before." Pete pulled his hand away from him. Harry looked down at Pete in surprise. "What? Have you?"

"No, but I thought…" Pete started. "Wow."

"What do you mean 'wow'?" Harry asked. "Who did you think I slept with?"

"I don't know. Someone."

Harry sat down reaching for his shirt. "Sorry to disappoint you."

Pete touched Harry's arm. "Wait, that's not what I meant. I just thought you had done it before. I didn't mean anything by it." He laid a light kiss on Harry's shoulder. "I've wanted to do this for a really long time." Harry looked into Pete's eyes, before kissing him again, this time removing Pete's shirt. He pushed Pete onto his back again, laying kisses all down his stomach stopping when he reached the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at Pete, who nodded. Harry pulled Pete's jeans from his body leaving only a pair of boxers.

Harry removed his own jeans. The two stopped everything and just looked at each other. "So…"

"I guess this is it," Pete said.

"I think I'm in love with you Peter."

Pete smiled. "I think I'm in love with you too."

"Same time?" Harry asked. Pete nodded. Simultaneously they removed their last article of clothing.

Pete's breathing became heavier. Harry looked amazing naked, which he expected, though he never expected to see it this close and soon they'd be… Pete swallowed hard as he felt himself grow aroused. "Harry… I…"

"Lie back," Harry whispered in Pete's ear. Pete did as Harry said and watched as he fished around in a nearby drawer before a pulling out a small container. He ran some of the content onto two of his fingers. Pete arched and closed his eyes. "I won't hurt you." Slowly Harry pushed one finger into Peter. He felt him tighter around his finger. "Is that okay?"

"It's fine," Pete said, his voice shaking with each word. Harry added another finger earning a small wince from Pete. "Damn."

"Sorry," Harry said. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do to make it hurt less."

"You're doing fine," Pete said. Harry began a scissoring motion with the two fingers. "Harry," Pete moaned. Harry smiled before withdrawing his fingers. He applied the lube over his erection. "Harry, please." Pete arched his back and locked eyes with Harry's. He gripped the sheets tightly as Harry slowly entered him. He clamped his eyes shut to stop tears from coming.

"I'm sorry," Harry apologized into the nape of Pete's neck.

"Shut up," Pete's voice shook uncontrollably. Still Harry remained still. "Harry?"

"I can still stop if you want me to," Harry suggested as he began to thrust as gently as possible.

"Harry," Pete moaned meeting every one of Harry's thrusts. "Harder!"

"Shh," Harry breathed. "I just… God… I don't want Bernard to hear us." Harry's thrusts grew harder and harder as he went.

Pete bit his lower lip to keep from crying out. He could feel Harry's breath hot against his face. "Harry I need… oh God!" Harry pressed his lips to Pete's as he wrapped his hand around Pete's erection pumping to the rhythm of his hips. He tasted the metallic taste of blood from his lover's lips and felt bad that he had told him to be quiet. Pete turned his head out of the kiss. "Harry, I'm…" Pete dug his fingers into Harry's bare back leaving little half moons imprinted in his smooth skin. Harry felt the warm liquid trickle over his hand. He watched as Pete's breathing calmed, he watched as he pursed his lips the way he did when he breathed heavily. It was how he always imagined it would be.

"Peter!" Harry buried his face in Peter's neck. With one final deep thrust he came.

"Wow," Pete breathed.

Harry rolled to be next to him. "Wow." He smiled and looked at Pete who returned the same warmth. "Is this how you thought it would be?"

"I don't know," Pete said. "I'd never really thought of what it would be like."

"I did," Harry propped himself up on one arm. He kissed Pete's lips softly. "I love you." Pete nodded and looked up at the ceiling. "What? Did I do something wrong? I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's nothing Harry," Pete said. "I just pictured it differently."

"I thought you said you hadn't thought about it."

"Well, I didn't… at least not like this," Pete turned to look at Harry.

Harry sat up. "Do you want to top me?"

"That's not what I said."

"Well why didn't you?" Harry asked. "I would have let you. You just didn't seem to be stopping me. So I thought you wanted… I'm sorry."

"Harry I didn't say I wanted to top you," Pete sat up as well. "Don't worry about it." He hadn't meant for it to come out the way it had. He was happy, it was perfect.

"Pete," Harry kissed Pete letting his tongue explore his mouth. "I want you to. Okay?"

"I just…"

"I won't take no for an answer," Harry said getting on his hands and knees.

"Harry…"

"Pete," Harry moaned jokingly. "Please?" Harry looked back over his shoulder and smiled. "It's okay." Pete took a deep breath before retrieving the fallen bottle of lube Harry had used earlier. He mimicked his friend's action from before, applying it to his fingers. He positioned one finger at Harry's opening. He already knew how much this would hurt. Slowly he inserted the slick digit not wanting to hurt Harry. Harry winced a little. "That's not too bad." Pete added the second finger and started with the same scissoring action. "Pete," Harry moaned lightly as his friend hit all the right spots. Pete pulled his fingers away and prepared for the real thing.

"I didn't mean to make a big deal out of this," Pete said applying lube liberally to his manhood.

"It's not a big deal," Harry assured him. "If this is what you want it's what I want."

"You don't have to say that," Pete said before positioning himself at Harry's entrance. He stared for a moment at the back of Harry's head. Why was he trying so hard to not be seen? Harry turned his head, his eyes scanning over Peter's face silently asking if something was wrong. Pete smiled and Harry turned his attention away.

Harry looked straight down at his sheets. He didn't know what it was going to be like, but he knew it was going to hurt. With one thrust Pete penetrated him. "Fuck!" Harry screamed almost too loud, or maybe too loud. The door swung open to reveal his father standing in the doorway. "Dad?" Norman looked the two boys up and down before closing the door again. "Shit." Harry pushed Pete off of him.

"Harry, I'm sorry."

"He wasn't supposed to be home," Harry said putting his clothes back on.

"Harry, I'm sorry."

"Stop it," Harry yelled. "I know. You're sorry."

"I'll go," Pete reached for his clothing.

"Pete…" Harry stopped. He didn't know what to say.

Pete rose and went toward the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Please don't go," Pete could see tears forming in Harry's eyes. "I want you to stay. I mean I don't see what leaving would do anyway. He already saw us."

Pete nodded and joined Harry in bed. "Are you okay?" Pete asked as Harry wrapped his arms around him.

"Yeah," Harry said. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "Everything I guess. I'm glad you came over."

"Me too," Pete said closing his eyes letting the sound of Harry's breathing lull him to sleep.


So there you have it. My first stab at writing in like forever. I hope you enjoyed it, but flames are always welcome.