Suddenly the lights go out.
Harry hears whimpering so he turns on the flashlight that's on his key chain.
"Peter?" He says with his voice laced with genuine concern. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." He says with his voice quivering.
"Then why are you burying you head in between your legs?"
"I'm fucking terrified that I'll never see my aunt and uncle again. Can you believe it?" Peter asks. "As old as I am, I'm still scared of losing the only parents I have? I'm fucking ridiculous."
"You know, I haven't been scared since I was a little boy."
"What were you afraid of?" Peter asks as he's crawling towards Harry.
"Spiders, scorpions, mummies. It thought me never to watch The Mummy Returns again until I was much older. It's just my luck that I'm stuck in a booth with a crime- fighting superhero." He says, but it's not in a malicious tone.
"When I was little, I was scared that my uncle and my aunt would up and leave me."
"Why?"
"My parent died in a plane crash when I was young, so I ended up living with my aunt and uncle. They are the only parents I have left in this world."
"I'm sorry, Peter." He says genuinely.
"Thanks."
"You know what I used to do when I was scared?"
"What would you do when you were scared, Osborn? Spend your dad's money?" Peter jokes.
"You wish! Actually I'd sing my favorite song in the world."
"And which song was that?"
"Stephen Sondheim's, A Boy Like That." Harry tells him. Peter gasps.
"I love that song! Have you heard Selena's version of that song?"
"That's one is my favorite? Would you want to sing it together?"
"Sure."
A boy like that, who'll kill your brother
Forget that boy, and find another
One of your own kind
Stick to your own kind
A boy like that, like that
A boy like that will give you sorrow
You'll meet another boy tomorrow
One of your own kind
Stick to your own kind
A boy like that, like that
A boy who kills
Cannot love
A boy who kills
Has no heart
And he's the boy who gets your love
and gets your heart?
Very smart, Maria, very smart
A boy like that wants one thing only
And when he's gone, he'll leave you lonely
He'll murder your love, he murdered mine
Just wait and see, wait and see
A boy who kills (un muchacho que mata)
Cannot love (no puede amar)
A boy who kills (un muchacho que mata)
Has no heart (no tiene corazon)
And he's the boy who gets your love
and gets your heart?
Very smart, Maria, very smart
A boy like that, a boy like that
Kill your brother
Find another
Girl you've gotta know
He'll murder your love, like he did mine
A boy like that wants one thing only
And when he's gone, he'll leave you lonely
He'll murder your love, he murdered mine
Un hombre asi matara a tu hermano
Encuentra alquien que es como tu
Un muchacho asi te dara tristeza
Conoceras a alquien mañana
Cuando termina te deja sola, triste why sola
A boy like that wants one thing only
He will leave you sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Un muchacho asi te dara tristeza
Kill your brother
Un muchacho asi matara a tu hermano
find you another
Un muchacho asi te dara tristeza
One of your own kind
Un muchacho asi te dara tristeza
Un muchacho asi matara a tu hermano
Un muchacho asi te dara tristeza
Un muchacho asi matara a tu hermano
Un muchacho asi te dara
Un muchacho asi te matara
"Dang, Spanish makes everything so...sexy." Peter says.
"It sure does."
"Well, I was wrong about you. You're not a pompous wind bag. I'm so screwed up. I'm sorry for that."
"And I'm sorry for getting on your case on being a loser and all that." Harry says.
Peter sighs.
"This is truly a sad way to spend our Thursday in a radio booth."
"Look on the bright side, Pete, we're safe."
"Pete?"
"It's the best I can do, but I'm still glad that we're safe."
"That we are."
"Well, is I could only call and cancel my blind date." Harry say as he's toying with his phone. He decides to see if he can call his blind date in this sketchy weather.
Suddenly Peter's phone rings.
"Hello?" Peter greets. Harry's jaw drops.
"You're Benny from Grindr?" Harry asks Peter. "Benny who adores Spider-Man, loves having bareback sex, eats Rocky Road ice cream, wants unicorns, gets off on hitting on straight guys, 8" uncut cocks, Sex and the City, and the movie Glitter?"
"Y-yeah. And you're Theo?" Peter asks him. "The Theo who loves Madonna, who loves rainbows, wears designer underwear, can recite The Devil Wears Prada by heart, has a collection of dildos, binge watches America's Next Top Model and RuPaul's Drag Race, tons of romance movies and loves midnight strolls at the beach like me?"
"Yup. That's me." Harry blushes.
"So, y-y-you're my blind date?" Peter stutters, hoping he isn't blushing.
"I guess so." Harry says as they hang up their phones.
"Wow."
"Wow?"
"I can't believe that using my middle name on Grindr would work. And I definitely can't believe that I fell in love with your alter-ego a year ago."
"Well, Theopolis is my middle name, so I didn't lie either. And for the record I fell in love with you too."
"Really, Harry?"
Suddenly on an unexpected pulse, Harry finds himself kissing Peter.
Peter kisses him back, lusting for more of Harry's tongue. Harry turns off his flashlight.
"Would you like an appetizer?" Harry asks him.
"What kind of appetite?"
"How about," He starts. "I start here." He says, unbuckling Pete's belt.
"I'd say that's awesome." He tells Harry.
"I concur."
"Next, I'd pull down your pants and underwear a little." Peter says.
"Oh baby."
"Then I'd do this." Peter concludes, placing his mouth on the tip of Harry's dick.
"Oh yeah. This always feels so good." He moans. Peter takes more of Harry in, stroking him, leading his hand and mouth in sync with one another for a while.
"Oh fuck, Peter." Harry pants. "I'm gonna-" Peter suddenly stops.
"Wow, good timing. I'm going to repay the favor." He tells him, taking off his clothes.
"Harry, you don't have to-"
"I want to." He says, helping Peter out of his clothes.
"But-"
"Shhh." He tells him, taking off his underwear. After all of Peter's clothes are off, he simply stares at Peter's body. "Good lord, you're fucking beautiful." He tells Peter.
"But...it's dark." Peter says.
"I don't care. You're still beautiful."
He carries him to the desk and proceeds to kiss almost every inch of Peter's body. As Harry gets to Peter's hard, pre-cum leaking, dick, Harry looks up at him.
"Do you really want this?" He asks Peter.
"I have a some lube and a few condoms in my bag. Freak me, Harry." He harmonizes. He goes down on Peter and he moans loudly.
"Harry, oh Harry." Harry hears as Peter buries his fingers in Harry's hair.
"Oh fuck! Stop teasing me, Harry." He moans. "I want that big cock of yours in me!"
"You want it?" He asks.
"Yeah."
"Your really want it?" He repeats, teasing Peter's ass with his dick.
"Please." Peter moans. "Let me have it."
"Oh baby." Harry says as he retrieves a small bottle of lube and a condom from Peter's bag.
"You know I want it, so just destroy me already!"
"Destroy?" Harry says as he's rolling the condom down his length.
"Destroy my hole." Peter says as Harry is lubing up his cock.
"Your wish is my command." He tells Peter, as he enters within Peter. They both moan in unison.
"Oh yeah!" He moans loudly as he starts to go deeper and deeper inside of Peter. He thrusts harder and harder, but keeps a slow steady pace. Peter starts crying tears of joy and tells him, "Oh baby, I love this! Give it to me! Harder!" He cries and he flips their position so that he is on his back on the desk.
"Oh yeah, you feel so good." He tells him as he trusts into Peter.
"Right there!" Peter yells out as he bounces on him.
"There?"
"Yeah." Peter moans. "Let me bend over so that you can spank me." Peter begs bending over.
"Dang, Pete. I didn't know you were that kinky."
"Harry!" Peter whines. "Fucking spank me already! I love to be spanked."
He compiles to Peter's wish and spanks him.
"Oh yeah baby. I'm gonna- I'm gonna-"
"Let go, Harry." Peter moans, and he shoots his load within the condom, inside of Peter.
"God, you were amazing." He tells Peter, panting heavily.
"I concur. That was out of this world!" Peter says with a smile on his face.