Another smut for y'all since everyone's so horny

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Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Peter raised his hand, tapping his foot anxiously. He waved his arm around a little, trying to catch the teacher's attention.

"Yes, Peter?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" The brunette asked.

"Don't you mean may you go to the bathroom?" The teacher smirked. "Yes, you may. Take the pass with you." Peter wasted no time, jumping to his feet and walking down the hall to the bathroom. He was a fast walker (as many gays are), and he got there quickly. Leaning against a stall was none other than Harley Keener, Peter's boyfriend and frequent roommate (if you know what I mean).

"Harls? What's going on?" Peter asked innocently. The blond smirked, immediately capturing the smaller boy in a heated kiss.

"Well, darlin', I just missed you so much, and I figured you would want to escape English just as much as I wanted to escape history, so I thought..." Harley led Peter to the handicap stall in the back of the bathroom, locking the stall. "... maybe you and I could have a little us time." The southern boy's voice was smooth like melted chocolate, sweetening Peter up.

"Here?" The brunette questioned, glancing around the stall. It wasn't too small, but Peter was worried about being caught. Harley cornered the smaller boy, placing his hands against the wall behind Peter's head.

"Right here, darlin'," the southern boy purred, a look in his eye that Peter recognized right away as desire.

"Ok," the brunette breathed nervously. Both boys undressed quickly, leaving their clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor. Harley grabbed a condom out of his pants pocket, rolling it over his already rock hard dick. He grabbed Peter, pulling the smaller boy in close.

"Oh, and you have to keep quiet," the blond whispered into Peter's ear, sending shivers down the brunette's spine. "We don't want to get caught, now do we?" Peter shook his head, chewing nervously on his bottom lip. Harley spat into his hand, rubbing his saliva on his dick to act as a makeshift lube. "Ready, darlin'?"

"Ready." The taller boy pressed up against Peter's hole, teasing him for a second before pushing in slowly. The brunette gasped, waiting for the pain to fade into pleasure. Peter's breaths were slow and shaky as he adjusted to Harley inside him.

"Darlin'?" The blond's southern drawl was even more pronounced, dragging his fingers through Peter's messy curls. "You alright?" Peter let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.

"Yeah." Harley took that as his cue to start moving, going on and out at a slow, constant pace. The brunette lifted his head up, letting it rest on Harley's shoulder. His lips were slightly parted as he struggled to contain his moaning. The taller boy placed his hand on Peter's stomach, holding him as he quickened his pace, his movements steadily becoming more and more erratic. Peter couldn't contain himself, letting out a loud moan.

"Shhh, darlin', you'll get us caught!" Harley whispered breathlessly. Peter clapped a hand over his mouth, muffling his noises. Then the pair heard the bathroom door creak open, both of them freezing. They tried to quiet their breathing, listening as the person did their business, washed their hands, and left. When the door clicked shut, both boys breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was close," Harley observed, pressing a quick kiss to Peter's temple. "Now, where were we?" He pulled out almost all the way, quickly slamming back in, feeling the brunette's body shiver against his. They returned to their rough pace, Harley completely wrecking Peter in that school bathroom.

Harley could tell the smaller boy was close, he could feel the slight tremble in Peter's legs as he struggled to stay upright. The blond boy's pace was fast and hard, slamming into Peter roughly as the smaller boy moaned with pleasure. The brunette couldn't take it anymore, releasing all over the bathroom wall with a muffled yell. He slumped over in Harley's arms, grateful that his boyfriend had been there to support his exhausted body.

"Hold on darlin', I'm almost there..." Harley murmured, panting rhythmically. He kept at his quick pace, slamming into Peter hard and releasing his seed with a pleasured moan.

"Shhh..." Peter mumbled sleepily. "Don't get caught." Harley pulled out, dropping the condom into the stall garbage can. He sat an exhausted Peter on the floor, away from their mess, and began cleaning it up. Once the stall was more or less the same as before, Harley cleaned Peter up, wiping away the spatters of cum on his stomach.

"Hey sweetheart, you gotta get up for me, class is almost over." Peter groaned, flashing puppy dog eyes up at Harley.

"But, Harls..." He whined, knowing calculus would be absolutely brutal in his current state. The southern boy sighed, knowing how worn out Peter got after sex. He would be lying if he said he wasn't exhausted as well.

"Alright fine, I'll call Tony," Harley agreed begrudgingly. "But you get dressed." Peter nodded, pulling his clothes back on while Harley made the call.

"Ok, Happy's coming in five minutes, so we should get to the office," Harley stated, offering a hand to the sleepy boy on the floor. Peter was pulled to his feet, into a gentle, loving kiss. The brunette could feel his heart fluttering, Harley still giving him butterflies.

"I love you," Peter whispered, brown doe eyes focused on Harley's blue ones. Both boys could see the happiness and love reflected in the other.

"I love you too, darlin'," Harley replied, grinning. They left the bathroom hand in hand, walking to the office together. Happy was already there, and the pair climbed into the backseat.

"Alright you two, no funny business," Happy warned grumpily. Before the limo even left the pickup/drop off lot, Peter was fast asleep, head on Harley's shoulder. The taller boy cuddled in, holding the brunette lovingly as he pressed soft kisses to Peter's forehead. He looked so innocent, you never could've guessed what they had done in that school bathroom.

hahahaha gay (wait same just lonlier)

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