Request by ItSmYwAyToDoThInGs (Wattpad)

When I first got this request I was planning on putting it as a non smut chapter... HAHAHA IMAGINE HOW PRESSED EVERYONE WOULD BE-

I can't believe how many smut books I had to read to get it through my thick skull that this belongs in the şēggšÿ category

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

"You really need to be more careful, Peter! You're lucky it was just broken bones!" Tony lectured the brunette, who was getting both his hands splinted and wrapped in thick bandages. "You could've lost your hands. Once you recover, no Spidermanning for a month!" Peter gaped, furrowing his eyebrows.

"What? No, Mr Stark, that's not fair! It's not even that ba- OW!" He gasped, groaning. Shaking his head, Peter went to his room, sitting on the bed. Sure, it was just some broken bones, but it was both his hands. Even with his enhanced healing, it would still take time to recover and go through mild physical therapy to regain use of his hands. It was definitely going to be tough to live with for awhile, but he would be fine.

At least, he thought so. It didn't take long for him to realize a major downside to his injury. When you have no use of your hands, you need to have someone else be your hands. But what about the things we do in private...?

It had started when Harley had shown up to breakfast completely shirtless. Sure, it was warm in the tower (they had to keep it that way for Peter), but it wasn't that warm. And, of course, Peter had been surprised. Maybe surprised isn't a strong enough word... Peter was shocked. And rightfully so. Harley was hot, he was sexy, he was... everything.

And so, after breakfast, Peter found himself in his room, absolutely miserable. Harley had caused him to get hard... and he couldn't do anything about it. His hands were splinted and bandaged, there was no way he would be able to wrap around himself to relieve the pressure he felt.

Peter groaned loudly, smashing his face into the pillow. At least he wouldn't be bothered. Everyone had left for a mission, and since he was currently out of commission, he was left at the tower, alone. It was both a blessing and a curse.

His door was cracked, and Peter was facing away from it. This was awful, he wasn't able to pleasure himself like this... stupid hands. He let out a whine, falling back onto the bed. His jeans pushed up, like a tent, showing off his "problem."

"Well well well, darlin'!" Peter jolted, quickly sitting up to try and hide it. Harley was standing in the door frame, arms crossed. He had a knowing smirk on his face, one eyebrow raised.

"H-Harley! Hiiiii..." Peter mentally face palmed. Too awkward...

"Whatcha doin' there, hmm?" Peter opened his mouth to respond, then quickly decided against it. Harley glanced out at the hallway, closing the door. His gaze shifted to Peter, chuckling softly. "Looks like you might need some help there... if you don't mind?" The brunette's head shot up, eyes wide and unblinking.

"I- uh- what?" He stuttered, feeling his already red cheeks heat up more.

"Do you-" Harley came over, smirking. He got on the bed, knees planted firmly on either side of Peter's hips. "-need my help?" One hand was pressing on Peter's chest with a light pressure, while the other was up by the brunette's head. Peter swallowed nervously, a look of surprise on his face. Not trusting his ability to speak, he just nodded quickly, breathing faster.

Harley's hand traced patterns into Peter's clothed chest, fingers trailing down to the waistband on his pants. His gray sweatpants, to be more precise.

"You're ok with this?" Harley asked, eyes searching Peter's expression.

"Yeah..." the smaller boy whispered breathlessly, still a bit shocked from the whole situation. Harley's hand dipped under the sweatpants, feeling Peter through his underwear. His touches were firm, yet gentle and slow. It felt good, and Peter bit his lip to try and keep quiet.

"It's ok darlin', nobody's going to hear. They all left for the mission, it's just you and me." Peter was still a bit hesitant, until Harley leaned in close to his ear and murmured: "I want to hear your pretty little noises." The southern boy's lips grazed Peter's ear, and he sucked in a breath at the sensation.

"Is it ok to go a bit further?" Harley questioned, speaking softly.

"Yeah," the brunette confirmed, feeling a bit of heat pooling in his stomach. Harley's hand was now directly on Peter, nothing in between. Peter groaned softly as the blond wrapped his hand around Peter's dick, slowly pumping the stiff appendage. "Mmhmm..."

"Let me hear you, baby." Peter arched his back, letting out a loud moan. He had never let himself be this noisy before, and he was thankful that the Avengers weren't around to hear it. "God, darlin', you sound so perfect... so beautiful..." Harley praised, jerking Peter off faster. His toes curled, throwing his head back with another loud moan.

"Harleyyyy...!" He gasped, lips parting in an "o" shape. "I-I'm close..."

"Good baby, good... so good for me..."

"Nnghh... Harls!" Peter yelped, releasing onto Harley's hand and into his underwear. With a tired sigh, the tension in his body floated away, leaving the brunette in a state of sleepy bliss.

"Better?" Harley questioned, grinning. Peter nodded, humming softly. "Alright, how about we clean this up..." Harley tossed clean underwear to Peter, taking himself to the bathroom to wash off his hand.

Peter changed, laying back down on his bed. Harley had been in the bathroom for an awfully long time...

Just then, the bathroom door opened again, showing a smiling Harley. He climbed onto the bed, laying next to Peter with a sigh.

"What took you so long?" The brunette wondered. Harley turned his head, staring at Peter's face just a few inches away from his own.

"Well, you're not the only one who needed to get off," he shrugged, laughing at the embarrassed blush spreading across Peter's cheeks.

"Right, uh, sorry..."

"Don't be. I thought it was fun," Harley reassured, smiling at the smaller boy.

"Oh. Um, yeah, I did too..." Peter's cheeks were so red. He glanced at the ceiling, biting his lip nervously. "Um, would you maybe want to, I don't know, cuddle?"

"I would love to, darlin'."

All these dumb cliche endings are cute and idk

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