yikes these updates are so inconsistent haha my bad
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3rd Person P.O.V.
Harley grinned, nodding at the shy omega.
"If you want me to stay, I'd be glad to. Anything you need, darlin'?" Peter looked up at the blond, eyes darting to the side awkwardly.
"Yeah, actually... would you mind running an errand for me? I would do it myself, but..."
"Alphas," the southern boy nodded, slumping ever so slightly. Peter's eyes widened, picking up on the small movement.
"Sorry..." he mumbled, frowning. "It's not you, you're great-" Peter's cheeks reddened as soon as the statement left his mouth. Harley's expression lightened, posture back to normal.
"What's the errand?" He asked with a soft chuckle.
"Grocery shopping," Peter stated, smiling awkwardly. "I can pay you back-" Harley held up a hand, effectively silencing the smaller boy.
"I don't mind paying. What do you need?"
"Oh no, I can pay... you're doing so much for me already," Peter added.
"No worries. It's my treat," Harley insisted, smiling warmly. "Do you have a list? I can go now if you want."
"Yeah, it's on the fridge," Peter shrugged, sighing. "You really don't have to pay..."
"I'm paying!" He called, already on his way out the door. "I'll be back in 45 ish minutes, ok?"
"Ok..." Peter heard the door close, and he went to lock it after the alpha. He turned his back to the door, suddenly feeling very exposed without Harley with him. He wrapped his arms around his chest, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. A warm shower might do him some good.
Returning to his room, Peter glanced at his bed. There were two spots where the blankets were wrinkled more, one for Peter and one for Harley. A light smile graced his lips at the thought of Harley and how kind and gentle he had been. Peter shook his head, heading to the bathroom. His yellow vibrator was still sitting on the counter, so he cleaned it off quickly and returned it to his drawer.
He closed the door to the bathroom, starting the water for a shower. Clothes were shed, and Peter was under the stream of warm water, sighing contently. He washed up, rinsing shampoo out of his hair before he was struck with a sudden hot flash.
Groaning, Peter fumbled with the temperature control, turning the water to cold in an attempt to soothe his burning skin. If he wasn't in heat, he might've thought he had a fever. But he was in heat, and his body temperature was supposed to be slightly higher than usual. He was used to it by now, but that didn't mean it didn't suck.
Peter turned off the water, grumbling quietly under his breath. He was really missing Harley, even if he hadn't known the alpha for that long. His gentle touches and easygoing personality was quite comforting for the young omega.
Peter grabbed a towel, drying himself off and getting dressed again. He debated between looking put together and being comfortable, eventually settling on comfortable. He put on a hoodie that was too long on him, along with some gray sweatpants.
Peter glanced at his reflection in the mirror, examining his appearance with a satisfied nod. He had never cared too much about appearances, but he might've had a slight crush on the alpha. And hey, he wanted Harley to like him too. Even if he looked like a wreck, he was pulling it off well.
Peter's nose twitched, the brunette slinking to the kitchen cautiously. A sudden knock on the door startled him, the doorknob jiggling for a second before another knock was heard.
"Coming!" He squeaked, running to the door and peeking through the peephole. It was Harley, as Peter had expected. Still, he wanted to play it safe. Unlocking the door, Peter let Harley in, eyes wandering to the bag of groceries the blond was carrying. "Thank you," he breathed, locking the door behind the alpha.
"No problem, darlin'." Harley started unpacking the bag, freezing for a split second when Peter got closer to him. His nose twitched, blue eyes meeting brown. "You showered," Harley observed. Peter bit his lip nervously, frowning.
"...Yes?" he said hesitantly. Harley shook his head, turning back to the grocery bag.
"Oh, you just smell nice, that's all." Peter caught Harley stealing another glance at him. "You look nice, too. That hoodie is cute on you." Peter blushed, smiling. Harley stopped unpacking the groceries, turning back towards the brunette. "I think you'd look even cuter in one of my hoodies, though," he added smoothly.
"O-oh..." Peter stumbled over his words, slightly surprised. Harley chuckled, putting some groceries in the fridge and leaving the rest in the bag.
"I might bring one of my hoodies over for you, actually. As cute as you are, I'd love to see that..." he mused. "If you're ok with that, of course." Peter nodded quickly, taking over unpacking the groceries. "I'll be right back, then." Harley left Peter's apartment, coming back not two minutes later with a small pile of clothing.
"Oh my..."
"I brought a few, so, yknow, options." Harley held up a gray hoodie with some sport team logo on the front, showing it off to Peter. "Wanna pick one out?" The smaller boy grinned shyly, cautiously digging through the pile until he pulled out a plain blue hoodie, holding it against his chest. Harley smiled, nodding. "You can put it on, if you want."
Peter nodded, debating asking the alpha to turn around. He hesitated for a moment, before pulling off his hoodie to put on Harley's. He saw the blond's reaction to his shirtlessness, and took the opportunity to do a bit of uncharacteristic teasing.
"What, like what you see?" he smirked, raising an eyebrow. Harley let out a low, non-threatening growl.
"Oh, you know I do." Peter slipped the blue hoodie on, immediately noticing Harley's scent all over it. His lips curled upwards in a light smile, recognizing the habit of marking territory. Even if they hadn't mated, Peter was going to be Harley's, and the alpha wanted that to be known.
The brunette felt a twinge in his stomach, a combination of anxiety and anticipation. As hesitant as he was to actually mate, the idea of it was exhilarating. And to mate with Harley... Peter felt his heart flutter. Harley had to like Peter, at least a little, to mark him as his own, right?
mmm that was mostly filler haha oops
But anyway my oneshots are back up, go read them 3