Pulling his coat tighter around his body, Peter hailed a taxi in attempt to escape the possible hypothermia that the bitterly cold streets of New York offered. He gave the address that would take him to Harry's mansion, and settled into the seat, pulling out his cell.

To: Harry

I'm feeling a movie night, tonight. What do you think?

The ride took its course, and as they pulled up to his destination, Peter heard his phone buzz.

From: Harry

As long as I get to pick the movie this time. We're finishing up the meeting, so I should be there in a few.

Smiling, Peter paid for the taxi, despite the man's skeptical face, and braced himself for the frigid air outside. His walk towards the entrance turned to a run as the wind picked up, tearing what little warmth he still had from his body.

Once inside, Peter stripped off his outer layers and made his way to the upper floors of the house.

Having changed into a t-shirt and sweats, Peter sank down into the gorgeously soft couch that kept residence in Harry's entertainment room. His tired muscles slowly relaxed into the cushioned seat. Silently praising the makers of such glorious furniture, Peter stretched to reach the blanket conveniently draped across the arm.

Though it was often a struggle, Harry and Peter always took advantage of any free time they could spend together. His own heroic activities coupled with Harry's work often created strain in their schedules, but somehow movie nights remained sacred.

At some point Peter had fallen asleep waiting for Harry, so when the smaller brunet made his entrance, a groggy Peter came to with startled movements.

"Already sleeping, Parker?" Harry circled around the sofa, leaning down to brush Peter's hair out of his face.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Peter yawned. He sat up, reaching his arms towards his lover as an invitation to join him on the couch.

The CEO obliged, settling in beside Peter and wrapping himself in the warm embrace. Peter chuckled, noticing Harry's choice of attire.

"Are you wearing my shirt?" Peter questioned. "Because it looks too big to be one of yours."

"Shut up. All mine were dirty," Harry answered.

Smiling, Peter leaned forward to kiss his boyfriend lazily, choosing to playfully suck on Harry's bottom lip.

"If we keep this up we'll never actually watch the movie," Harry breathed.

Peter whined as the parted, but gave no other act of protest.

"What movie did you have in mind?" Peter questioned.

"I still haven't seen that movie with Daniel Radcliff in it." Harry reluctantly slid loose of his heat source, searching through his collection. Finding the right case, Harry popped the movie into the player, and turned on the flat screen hooked to the wall, flipping the lights off while he was up.

Harry settled back beside Peter and wrapped his arms around the taller brunet's waste, resting his head on Peter's shoulder.

As the opening credits began, Peter's shifted, confusion evident on his face.

"This isn't Harry Potter. Is it?" Peter guessed.

"Parker, I attended a boarding school. In England. How the hell did you assume I hadn't seen Harry Potter?" Harry chuckled.

Peter pinched the smaller brunet's side, laughing as he watched Harry jump in surprise.

"You are a five year old," Harry lightly scolded.

"Am I a cute five year old?" the other sang.

"No, but you are a very cute smartass," Harry rolled his eyes.

"I can accept that," Peter leaned down to place a kiss on Harry's nose. The smaller male hummed affectionately, and snuggled further into his boyfriend's side.

The Women in Black continued to play as the lovers cuddled up on the couch, taking in the beginning of the movie.

"So when the scary parts get too much for you," Peter stated still staring at the screen. "Try not to piss all over my shirt."

Harry turned to glare at him. "Peter, I swear-"

Harry was interrupted by Peter's yelling.

"Fucking shit!" The taller male yelped, grabbing Harry like a shield, and crushed him harder against his side.

"What?! What happened?!" He turned his head back to the screen just in time to see the dark figure disappear from the woods. "Peter, calm down that wasn't even a jump scare."

Peter swallowed and reluctantly loosened his grip, settling back into the couch.

"So the Amazing Spider-Man, savior of Manhattan, is scared of horror movies?" Harry teased as he rested his head on Peter's shoulder.

Peter shrugged, glancing at the screen to brave the rest of the movie.

Every single partially scary scene, Harry was glued to his boyfriend's chest, listening to the various profanities that escaped Peter's mouth. Consoling his frightened boyfriend was not enough to keep him from laughing as Peter jumped throughout the film. By the end of the movie he wondered how he was going to pry himself from the other.

During the last scene, Harry heard sniffling above him.

"Are you crying?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"No!" Peter shouted defensively. "Maybe… They're all together again! It's sad!"

"I can't even believe you right now," Harry chuckled, leaned up to kiss Peter's cheek.

Peter lean forward to hide his face in Harry's neck, grinning as he took in the smell of his own detergent and Harry's cologne.

After the credits, Harry slid loose of Peter's arms, walking towards the player and removing the disk. He placed the movie back into its case, and searched for another. Finding the right selection, Harry put the dvd in.

"What are we-" Harry shushed peter as he, once again, curled up to his boyfriend's side. He grinning slyly to himself.

Hedwig's theme began playing from the speakers.