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It was pitch black in his bedroom when Harry felt a draft that stirred him out of his slumber. He turned to see a figure in his window, framed by the ever-present light of the city. It too a moment of two for his brain to start functioning, but he soon realized the figure was wearing red and blue.

"Shit!" He bolted upright and held up his hands. "I didn't think he was gonna send you! Look, I know I was a little inappropriate with Pete, but I'll talk to him tomorrow. Okay? There's really no need to do anything. I didn't really mean it anyway. Oh shit, please don't hurt me. Look, I saw what you did with Mark and I swear, I wasn't out to hurt Peter. I was a little angry. That's it. I can't…"

"Calm down, Harry." Spider-Man stepped inside his room and tugged off his mask. "It's me. Peter."

"Peter?" Harry could feel the confusion that creased his face. "Spider-Man let you borrow his suit? Did he drop you off on my balcony or something."

"No, Harry," he sighed, rubbing the arch of his nose. "Think about it."

"You stole Spider-Man's suit so nobody would see you sneaking in? You're trying to frame Spider-Man as a service to me? You're trying to give me a heart attack to pay me back for earlier?"

"Harry, I am Spider-Man," he said, stretching out his arms. "That's why he – well, I – showed up so quickly at Liz's house. And I'm not sleeping with me. Well, uh, unless you count what I do… look, what I'm saying is that I can't be my own boyfriend. Not possible."

"Oh." His face was hot and Harry guess that he was blushing, even if Peter couldn't see it in the darkened room. "Now that you come out and say it, it seems really obvious."

"Yeah, well I did some… stuff to keep people from finding out," he said, walking over to the bed.

"Like what?" Harry moved aside to make room for Peter to sit.

"It's complicated. And I didn't come here to talk about that."

"So, uh, what did you come here for?" Harry looked at him apprehensively as Peter fidgeted.

"You drove off pretty fast today," Peter began.

"Didn't think you'd want me sticking around," Harry answered cautiously.

"Well, it was a bit of a shock."

"Yeah, well so's this," Harry shot back, tugging on the spandex.

"Alright. Fair enough." Peter carefully avoided looking at Harry. "Look, I don't want to make too much of this. But it's been a while for me and you are my best friend so I was wondering what you would think if we maybe did… you know."

"I know what?"

"If I maybe did stuff to you. Or you did it to me. You didn't really specify what you liked in between bitterly railing at Lily and trying to get away as quickly as you could."

"Wait a minute. Are you asking me if I want to sleep with you?"

"Kinda."

"Peter… really you don't have to do this. I appreciate that trying to cheer me up. But this is going a little far, don't you think? I mean, you're straight."

"I can be flexible!" Peter looked back at him, then away again. "No pun intended. Look, I am, but I like you and you're my friend and, well… like I said, it's been a while. And if it makes you happy, I though well why not?"

"A one night stand," said Harry flatly. "Peter Parker is propositioning me for a one night stand."

"Well if you don't want to…"

"I didn't say that. I can't believe you're suggesting it, that's all. You've always seemed like you wanted a relationship."

"I do. But I've had my moments of occasional indulgence."

"Like when?"

"Now and again. The thing with Betty. Once or twice with Feli… look, does it really matter? I didn't break into your house in the middle of the night to talk about my past. I'm trying to cheer you up."

"Nothing to do with your own frustration?" Harry scoffed.

"Alright, fine. Ha ha. Let's make fun of Peter's inability to get a date. If that's how you're going to act then I'm leaving," Peter said, lifting the mask to his face.

"Only kidding. Come on, sit back down. Give me a minute." Harry shook his head. "This is just a little surreal, you know?"

"Well I didn't think you'd want anything too serious. I mean, neither of us do, right? I wouldn't think you'd want to anyway. But I thought maybe this would make you a little happier at least for the moment."

Harry exhaled. "This seems like it could be a really, really bad idea, you know?"

"And that's something new for us? Do you know how many really bad ideas both of us have had? And I can't remember one time when those bad ideas were ever accompanied by…"

"Orgasm?" Harry interjected.

"Yeah, that," said Peter, sounding embarrassed again. "So what's it going to be?"

"Well… yes? I guess? I mean, I might never get a chance like this again. Might as well take it, right?"

"Alright then." A smile flickered on Peter's features. "Now how do you want to do this?"

Harry started unbuttoning his shirt, glad to the darkness that still hid the returning flush. "I know this is probably going to seem weird."

"No more than anything else that's ever happened to me. But go on."

"Those things work, right?" Harry asked, pointed to Peter's wrists as he got rid of his pajama shirt.

"My web shooters? Of course they do. How else do you think I got up your building?" Harry mumbled and Peter looked confused. "Come again?"

"I said, maybe you could use them a little."

"On you?"

"I like a strong personality!" Harry blurted defensively.

"Okay." Peter pulled off his own suit, leaving the shooters on. "I'm assuming this means I'm on top too?" Harry nodded. "Alright. We're doing this," he said, sliding the lower portion of the costume off. "We're really doing this."

"Yeah, we are," Harry said, wide-eyed as Peter clumsily stumbled over him. "You're really a good friend, you know that?" He mumbled and pulled Peter down into a kiss. "Always there. You always listen." He pressed against Peter's lips over and over. "I feel like I'm worth something when I'm with you. I feel like I matter."

"You do," Peter assured him. "Otherwise how else could we have stayed friends? Everything we've been through…"

"I know," Harry said, letting go of Peter's neck to move to his own waistband. "When I first came back, when you walked away from me, I can't tell you how scared I felt. Like I'd really messed things up, like it was the worst thing I'd ever…" He stopped mid-sentence and looked at Peter. "Shit! If you're Spider-Man, that means I…"

"Forget it. We dealt with it." This time Peter was the one who leaned down and kissed. "You're not wearing underwear?"

"I was in bed! I didn't think I needed to."

"It does make things easier." Peter carefully took Harry's wrists. "You're sure you want me to do this?"

A bright look came into Harry's eye and he felt himself twitch. "I'm sure."

"I can see that." Peter coughed. "Right." He squirted web fluid, binding one hand and then the other to the bed posts. "Is that good? Not too tight?"

"Yeah. Perfect." Harry gave the webs an experimental tug. "Damn, Pete, these things are strong."

"They have to be to web swing. So I'm guessing I should do fingers first?"

"Only if you don't want me to scream like a girl."

"Alright. Do you have any…"

"Nightstand."

"Got it. Good. I'm going to put the first one in, okay? Try and relax."

"Right now I think you're more tense than me."

"I told you, it's been a while!"

"Well that's what we're doing here. Ah! Are you…"

"Yeah, it's all the way. Need a moment? Or are you good for another?"

"Keep going," Harry gasped, looking up.

"If you say so." Peter pressed in and felt a nudge.

"Do you think you could do something about that?" Harry tried to sit up to look at Peter. "I'd take care of it myself, but my hands are a little tied up at the moment."

"You're hilarious," said Peter with a roll of his eyes. "But I don't have a free hand. I'll lose my balance."

"Then make one free!"

"Are you…"

"Come on, already!" Harry said impatiently.

"Okay! Here goes. Don't say I didn't warn you."

For a brief second, Peter took his hands off. Then in the next moment, he had pressed in and was everywhere – inside him, around him, holding him, touching, stroking, kissing, everything at once.

"Holy shit Pete," he managed to grunt.

"Are you okay?"

Harry responded incoherently and Peter grinned as he kept pushing them both further along. And even once they'd both finished, it wasn't long before Peter was up and ready to go again. The cycle repeated, at least as far as Peter went, until the webbing around Harry's wrists dissolved and Peter lowered his limp limbs carefully onto the bed.

"I think I might have underestimated you, Pete," Harry panted.

"You liked, then?" Peter asked, nudging Harry over.

"Yeah." He twisted his head. "I know you wanted this to be a one-time thing…"

"That was the idea."

"…but that felt amazing. I thought I should ask. Would you mind very much if we did this again?"

"Is this going to become a regular thing?" Peter asked nervously.

"I don't know." He paused. "I mean, even if it is, that doesn't mean that it means anything, right?"

"No. I guess not. It doesn't have to."

"Then we should be able to do this a few more times without having to worry, right? As long as we're careful."

"Sure. Alright." Peter nodded. "I mean, I liked it too. Sure, then."

"Good." Harry grinned. "Because I really enjoyed it." Peter laugh and the grin evaporated. "What's funny?"

"Your hair." Peter reached up and slid his fingers through Harry's scalp. "You have the most ridiculous hair, you know that? And after twisting around on your bed like that, it's sticking up in strange places."

"It's from dad's side of the family," he groaned. "I know it looks bad."

"You should grow it out," said Peter, tossing around on the pillow. "At least the color's good though."

"Your type, right?" Said Harry, keeping a careful distance on the other side of the bed. Sex was one thing, but cuddling was probably a bad idea.

"Yeah," he laughed. "I guess so." He shifted and shut his eyes. "I need a little sleep, alright? But I promise I'll be gone when you get up, before Lily or anybody else gets here."

"Thanks," said Harry, questioning how much he meant that.

"Good night then," Peter blurted, the situation growing awkward again.

"Good night," said Harry, trying to hold on to every image and sensation and hoping they'd replay in his dreams.

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A/N: Some people wanted a continuation. So here it is. There might be a few more chapters. And if you'd like to see that, leave a review and let me know.