To clear this up, Harry and Peter didn't do anything in the shower, but they have as of this chapter, which is relatively soon after the last, but in the shower, it was purely cleaning, and you guys may underestimate the powers of a good shower. Anyways, this is the end. R and R.
Chapter Three
Peter woke slowly, sitting up in Harry's bed. Harry was still asleep, snoring. Peter liked to watch him sleep. His bare chest moving along with his deep breaths, his body relaxed. Sometimes when the crime scene was low, he'd just sit on the window sill and watch him, for hours on end.
It felt weird to be naked in somebody else's bed, well, naked in a bed at all. Peter and Mary-Jane had never been intimate. And Peter took to wearing a pair of pajama pants Aunt May had knitted for him. They were comfortable. But tonight, falling asleep in Harry's strong arms, safe, protected. In those arms he didn't want to protect, he wanted to be protected, and he was.
Peter stood up and walked casually over to the window, limping slightly. He opened the window to let fresh air inside.
"Can't sleep?"
"I like the night," Peter replied absently, "It's peaceful."
"The beds colder when you aren't in it," Harry observed walking over to him, "I like the warmth." He kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Harry, I want to explain about your father."
"Don't, I know you didn't do it, I mean, you wouldn't do that to me, right?" Harry said, leaning against the wall beside the window.
"Of course not," Peter whispered.
"Then let's just forget it, alright? You and me, we're fine now. Better then ever."
"If that's what you want," Peter said.
"It is. But I'm a greedy boy. That's not all I want," Harry kissed him again, catching his bottom lip. Peter moaned, and let Harry lead him back to the bed.
A half hour later they were back in each others arms, breathing harshly from previous events.
"I have to go to work in three hours," Harry whined, "Damn it. I don't want to leave you."
"Just go," Peter encouraged, "I'll be right here when you get back. I got fired from my job."
"Alright," Harry said, tightening his arms around Peter's body. "And you don't have to worry about money. I'm just doing this job because one of my dad's old friends asked me too, but I got enough dough for the rest of our lives."
"Our lives," Peter repeated.
Harry smiled, "Our lives."
