Once he's ridden out his erection and filled Harry up to the brim, he collapses on top of Harry's small body.
He pants like crazy as Harry is caressing his lover's body.
"Pete?" Harry says a few minutes after basking in their afterglow.
"Yeah?"
"You're kinda heavy." Harry says to him.
Peter starts to laugh and starts to pull out of Harry's ass.
'Crap, he is slightly heavy, but that wasn't what I wanted to say.' Harry thinks to himself.
Once Peter's dick is out his ass, he lies down next to Harry.
Their silence fills the room again.
"Harry?" Peter says almost five minutes later.
"Pete?" Harry says as he's being held in Peter's strong arms.
"I need to ask you several questions, so can you bear with me?" Peter asks seriously.
"Sure." Harry says as he sits up against the headboard.
"Okay." Peter says happily as he sits up against the headboard as well, smiling.
'Boy, that smile drives me crazy.' Harry thinks happily to himself as he catches Peter's magnetic smile.
"So, what has been your favorite part of our relationship?" Peter asks.
"Hmm…." Harry thinks seriously. "I think I'd have to say that my favorite part of our relationship is that we are open enough to tell each other the things that we love or the things that we hate. I don't know about you, but I consider that as complete honesty in our relationship. Besides, I've learned from the best."
"Who's the best?" Peter asked, confused.
"Your aunt and uncle, you loon." Harry laughs.
Peter swears his insides melt as he hears Harry's laugh.
"Oh." Peter says, dumbly.
"Don't say 'oh', Peter."
"Why not?" Peter pouts.
"Because you think that your question was stupid just now. It doesn't warrant an 'oh' as if your icky cousin gave you some disgusting soup or something."
Peter smiles. Harry really does know him better than anyone else.
"Next question."
"Ready."
"Did you think that we would ever make it this far as a couple when you asked me out in the radio booth after we fucked, almost three years ago?"
"No. I just thought that we would go out on a few dates, break up, and go back to hating each others guts."
"Speaking of which, why did you hate me?" Peter genuinely asks. "You never told me."
"One: you were able to make friends so easily without even trying so hard. I'm an Osborn, so I never know who's being a true friend to me at all, which makes it a bit of a challenge to be honest. Two: you ignored me when some asshole said that you wer going to kill me for having a shit ton of money. Three: you're so incredibly smart and I just can't compete with that. Finally: I hated you because you were so damn sexy and I didn't know how to approach you, so I thought that it would be easier to torment you, rather than be honest about my feelings about you."
"That's a lot. Well, I can only say that I hated you for two reasons, and two reasons only. One: You were sort of stuck up when I tried introducing myself to you during freshman orientation. Lastly, you were so fucking hot that I also thought that it was easier to torment you instead of being honest with myself as well."
"Wow."
"We are some crazy ass men." Peter says.
"I know." Harry says.
"What do you think about the rain?"
"I love it." Harry says with a smile, looking down at his hands. "It's good weather to sleep in, eat hot soup, and most of all, I get to cuddle with you."
"Cuddle with me?"
"In more ways than one." Harry says as he wags his eyebrows at Peter.
"Those eyebrows." Peter moans.
"I love to cuddle and fuck."
"I love that too." Peter says.
"Who knew that a storm would bring us together?" Harry asks fondly.
"I don't really know, but I am extremely happy."
"Goodie." Harry says with a smile.
"Spider-man?"
"Honestly? The prospect- it terrifies me because of what could happen, but I will not stop you from being Spider-man because it makes you happy. And since it makes you happy, then I'm happy."
"Do you believe in finding 'the one?' at all?" Peter asks carefully.
'I've aready found him.' Harry thinks to himself. "That depends."
"So if I were to ask you if we are going to make it on time to the wedding, you think we can make it?"
"In this weather? Maybe. Why?"
"Because I have one more question for you, and it's really important." Peter says shakily
'Oh no.' Harry thinks to himself as he starts panicking. 'He's gonna break-up with me! I can't imaging my life without him! What am I going to do if he's decided that he's bored with me?! What am I living for?!'
"Harry," Peter starts as Harry has failed to notice that Peter retrieved something from under one of their many, many pillows.
"Pete?" Harry says, looking scared.
"I-man this is hard- I finally decided what I want to do with my life. I was talking to my aunt and uncle and they said that I should always follow my dreams. So, I want to be a biochemist and go to graduate school and become a doctor of science."
"Wow, Pete. That's amazing!" He says as he hugs Peter.
"There's more."
"Then surprise me." Harry says as he pulled away from Peter.
"People have always told me to get out of here, unless if I had a good reason to stay."
"And do you have a good reason to stay?" Harry asks carefully, waiting for the rest of Peter's speech.
To his surprise, Peter smiles, with his eyes shining with hope.
"I want to share this world with you. I want to have lots of Sunday dinners, have petty arguments, grow old together, go on trips, you name it." He tells Harry with tears in his eyes.
"Pete?"
"Harry, will you marry me?" He asks as he opens the small box that he's had for several months.
It's a simple silver ring with gold trimmings.
Harry is…..dumbstruck.
"Harry?"
Harry is still is shock.
"Oh my God!" Peter panics. "I knew this was a bad ring! I knew I should have chosen a better ring! Maybe my speech was all wrong or-"
"YES!"
"I will never listen to Aunt May again in my life when it comes to-"
"Peter!"
"I'm so sorry, Har! I-"
"Pete, listen to-" Harry says with a huge smile on his face.
"This is the worst-"
"I'll marry you!" Harry yells with a huge smile on his face with the tears rolling down his cheeks.
Peter does a double take.
"For real?" Peter asks with a hopeful look on his face.
"Yes."
"YES!" Peter yells out as he puts the ring on Harry's ring finger.
"So when are we going to tell your family?" Harry asks as Peter is attacking his face with kisses.
"Well…."