He was going to kill Peter.
Harry sipped his campaign, and chatted lightly with the nearest of his fellow party goers.
He loathed these functions. Correction; he loathed these functions when Peter wasn't there to suffer with him. He'd long grown used to the uselessly uncomfortable attire and exceptionally dull behavior of the attendees. Peter on the other hand, while not completely inexperienced, still greeted the lavishly adorned patrons with wide eyes. It was refreshing, and Harry had likened him to an excited puppy on numerous occasions. Of course he didn't look particularly out of place, especially not with his arm draped across the waist of one of the most widely known CEOs in New York.
Still, even if Peter's excitement wasn't being broadcast to their current company, Harry couldn't help but find the brunet's subtle behavior charming.
Or you know.
Absolutely adorable.
Tonight though, Peter agreed to meet him at the party a few minutes late after he had finished a last-minute lab for his chem class. An hour and thirty minutes into the event, Harry was ready to strangle his boyfriend for abandoning him.
Another few minutes saw Harry absent mindedly mingling through the crowd searching for more alcohol. If Stark could manage to get absolutely shit-faced tonight, Harry was convinced a little buzz wouldn't do too much damage.
In his quest, a particularly talkative gentleman somehow roped him into a conversation. The fine sir apparently didn't have plans that involved letting Harry go soon.
He really wanted more alcohol.
Throughout their chat, he'd eventually fallen into a haze of murmured agreement. He could be affirming this man's belief in giant purple ostriches for all he knew. The gentleman seemed passionate enough. He might not be far off.
Only a moment later Harry felt an arm snake around his middle in its familiar embrace, and he cursed Peter's timing. The taller male knew Harry wouldn't chide is tardiness in the middle of a discussion, albeit a dreadful one.
Somewhere between Peter rubbing small circles into his side and the man's constant drone, Harry found himself fighting to keep his eyes open. The gentleman across from him eventually took the hint, and hastily excused himself.
"You're punctuality is shit," Harry muttered, nodding to familiar faces in the crowd as Peter lead them further from the center of the hall.
"My wonderful forgiving darling, before I apologize profusely my terrible time management skills, let it be known that Tony has promised a cover story, and has clued me into the most secluded spot in this building."
Harry's eyebrows shot up, and he's graceful stride across the room faltered for half a moment as he registered the words spilling out of Peter's mouth.
As his pace resumed, he hissed under his breath, "We are not having sex on some strangers couch during a -"
"Harry I'm close to dead on my feet, and you almost fell asleep standing up earlier. I really just want to hold you and sleep for the remainder of this party," Peter glanced down to look at the shorter male, "Please?"
Harry softened as he noted the new dark circles painted under his lover's eyes. Finals had been hell on Peter, and it was evident in his features.
"Define cover story," Harry mussed are Peter lead them down to a series of hallways.
"I'm not sure, but knowing Tony it'll probably involve mild explosions," Peter replied, smirking.
Harry chuckled, leaning closer into the taller male's form. A few more turns and the two found themselves standing in the doorway of a small closed off living area. The room was small, decorated with an end table, a few chairs, and some paintings on the wall. A lovely looking couch was set in the center of the room, begging to be used.
Harry went straight for the soft looking furniture. Peter locked the door, and slipped off his jacket, placing it on the end table as he joined Harry by the couch. After Harry's jacket had been discarded next to his, Peter's hands descended down Harry's chest and stomach, gently unbuttoning the shorter male's vest.
Harry reveled in the light touches, and after the vest had also been discarded, he followed Peter down towards the couch. Peter propped himself up against the arm, and Harry settled on top Peter's chest and the remaining space on the sofa, resting his face in the junction between Peter's neck and shoulder. Peter wrapped his arms around Harry's back, pulling him closer.
"I hadn't realized how tired I was until now," Harry spoke lazily into his boyfriend's collar. "This may be the best idea you've ever had."
"I'm glad you approve," Harry leaned to place a kiss on the top of Harry's head, and after a beat stiffened, "I'm sorry I was late. Someone made a mistake with the measurements, and we had to start the whole second part of the lab over-"
Harry silenced him with his own lips in a soft kiss. Peter quieted, but guilt still lingered in his expression.
"You're here now, and I'll get over the rest. You had work to do. I understand," Peter didn't respond keeping his gaze focused down away from Harry. "Seriously, it's ok, babe." Harry said, "It happens sometimes."
Peter nodded, finally meeting his boyfriend's gaze. Harry smiled lightly and wound his arms around Peter's middle, his face again coming to rest on his lover's shoulder. "Now, sleep. You're worn out."
After a moment, Peter relaxed again and hummed in agreement, adding a soft "Love you" before drifting off.
"Love you, too," Harry murmured, closing his eyes.
