Work Text:
Hey nerd
cwn you cme over
my hesd hurtz
pledse
Those texts were sent by my best friend, Harry Osborne, approximately 10 seconds ago. I’ve been sitting at my desk repairing a particularly stubborn rip on my spider suit for the past few hours, and this could give me a break.
Plus if I ignore him, it’ll only make me feel like a shitty friend.
I shoot a web from my wrist at my dresser, and it sticks to the jacket I’d aimed it at. I pull it on while simultaneously tugging on my shoes while trying not to wake the sleeping Aunt May below my room. I glance at myself in the mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door, wiping off a smudge of dark mystery stuff that came off my suit. At least I’m presentable.
I slide my window open and close it behind me, sticking to the side of the house before shooting a web out and swinging my way towards the OzCorp HQ. I make sure to keep to the shadows. I don’t need any risks tonight.
I arrive at the towering skyscraper in a few minutes, sneaking in through an unlocked balcony of a guest room in the Osbornes’ suite. Harry’s dad is out of town, so I don’t have to worry about waking anyone up. Thank god i don’t, because while navigating the dark room I’d ended up in, i bump against something sitting on a dresser, barely catching it before it crashes to the floor. Good thing i did too. This thing looks expensive as hell.
Without any more unnecessary massacres to Harry’s property, i sneak out to the main doors of the suite and pretend I’d just come in the normal way. “HARRY?” I call out, my voice bouncing off the tall, decorated walls.
I hear a thud come from the upper floor, and look up at the balcony connected to the stairs to see a half-dressed Harry Osborne holding a bottle of unlabeled liquid stumbling out a door. “Peeeteee!” His word slurs together, the emerald robe covering his body becoming more undone as he leans heavily against the railing of the balcony, the silky fabric sliding off one of his shoulders. I can make out that he’s at least wearing either boxers or shorts. That’s sort of reassuring in this situation.
I make my way up the stairs and Harry grabs onto my arm and leads me down the hallway towards what I presume to be a business room I’d never been in. The room is dimly lit, overlooking a beautiful part of the city below. The long table is scattered with documents and papers, boxes, and of course- alcohol. The small bar in the corner of the room has been raided, only a few stray bottles remaining on the shelves behind the counter. “C’mon, join the fun! I’ve been here all night alone, Pete. I need some company.”
I let out a sigh and pry my arm out of Harry’s drunken grip. “I don’t drink much and you know that, Harry.” My eyes scan over the messy table, and Harry seems to notice through his haze.
”Oh, that shit.” The dark brunette grumbles, taking a swig of the mystery alcohol in his hand. “Good-ol’ dad decided to dump all this on me so he could take a fancy ass vay-cay to the Philippines.”
“Wouldn’t it be a smart idea to, you know, actually do the work he gave you before he gets back?” I suggest, squatting down and picking up a few of the documents that had fallen or been thrown to the floor.
Harry snorts and walks over to me, leaning heavily against my squatted form. He basically lays his entire upper body weight against my back, his hot breath blowing in my ear. I get a whiff of what he’s drinking on his breath, and god, it does not smell good. “You’re suck a dick-rider, Parker. What’s wrong with having fun once in a while? I haven’t pissed the old man off in a few days. I wanna keep that streak going.”
I huff and shove Harry off me and he stumbles a bit but chooses to lean against the table, not bothering to pick up the papers that fall. I place the papers I’d picked up in a decent stack on the table before walking over to one of the many bottles scattering the room and looking at the label. I don’t recognize the brand- i think Uncle Ben kept this in the cabinet above the fridge though. It’s just beer, so I think I can handle myself. It hasn’t been opened. I don’t think about looking for a bottle opener, instead just pushing the cap off with my thumb. The metal piece clinks to the floor, and I hesitate before bringing the cold glass to my lips and taking a gulp.
The beer runs down my throat, leaving a trail of carbonation and the disgusting taste of beer. I grimace at the smell and taste of it, and Harry lets out a half snort, half laugh. “There you go, grow some balls, Pete!” He waves his arms above his head and accidentally spilling a bit of his drink onto himself. I don’t think he notices nor cares, because he stumbles over to me and swings an arm around my shoulder. “Let’s get this party started, huh?”
An hour passes.
Then another.
And another.
I’m surprised he hasn’t passed out yet. I almost have about 15 times and nearly thrown up twice. Harry’s butler came in to check on us but only found him singing really bad karaoke to ‘Highway to Hell’ by AC/DC. He left us alone after that.
Now here we are, both sitting slumped against each other on a sofa in the corner of the room. Harry didn’t bother to turn off the stereo earlier, so now it’s playing some background music. My head is too fuzzy to care. Harry’s venting to me about his dad or something, but his words are sort of like a broken fan. They keep going up, and then down, and then up, and then down.. you get the gist. My eyes are slowly crawling shut, and I would have passed out right then and there if it weren’t for the feeling of something running through my hair. I force my eyes to open and lazily turn my head to look over at Harry mindlessly stroking my hair. I think he’s lost it.
”Hey man, I should probably head back home.” I sigh, pushing my heavy body up into a sitting position and allowing my head to stop spinning before standing up. “I don’t need Aunt May on my ass for sneaking out, and I have classes tomorrow.” I mumble my halfway true excuses. I really need to get actual sleep and repair my suit before tomorrow. No doubt I’ll have to kick some random wannabe supervillains ass between classes.
I bend down to pick up my jacket off the floor that had been discarded during the haze that was Harry’s karaoke when I feel him grab onto the back of my shirt and tug me backwards. I stumble a bit, landing on my ass and pushing myself back up using the couch as support. “What was that for?” I turn to Harry, finding myself kneeling beside his manspread legs. His fingers slip from the hem of my shirt up my neck, grazing over my skin and giving me goosebumps. “Your eyes are really cute when you’re wasted.”
”I am not wasted.” I protest, ignoring the tingling crawling up my spine as my best friends fingers slide along my jawline. I can’t tell if they’re my spider-senses telling me to get out of here already, or something else. Something I feel whenever I’m with MJ.
“I’d say otherwise.” Harry mumbles, grabbing onto my jaw and tugging it upwards to get me to stand with a surprisingly firm grip despite his current state. I oblige, standing in front of him and wondering what on earth he’s going to do. His hands slide from my face to my neck and down to my chest, eventually trailing down to my waist and lingering there. With a sudden tug, I’m now half-straddling Harry’s lap, my arms awkwardly preventing me from completely falling onto him by gripping onto the cushions behind him. “Harry, are you feeling alright.?” I ask in a hesitant voice, feeling my body begin to return to a more stable state thanks to my enhanced healing process. That’s one positive perk about being spider-man, i guess.
Harry doesn’t respond verbally, his eyes fixated on his hands gripping my waist. I can feel his nails digging into my skin through my clothes, and I cant lie- it sort of feels good. His brown eyes scan over my chest before meeting my own. We both just look at each other for a few seconds. “Pete, I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this for a guy before.” His voice is just above a whisper as one of his hands slides its way back up to my neck, slowly caressing the back of it and drawing out a breath from me.
I don’t even process what’s happening before it is.
Harry’s lips are against mine in half a second, pulling me closer by my neck and waist. I can taste the awful but addicting reek of expensive alcohol on his breath. When he pulls back for just a second, almost as if his mind sobered up for just one moment and took to thought what on earth he was doing, I’m the one who goes back in- to my own surprise. I shift to seat myself in his lap, bringing my hands to the side of his face as a sort of way to ground myself. I hear him let out a soft groan as I shift my hips, and it dawns on me that this man has probably been hard half the time I’ve been here. I not-so-subtly do it again, seeing what limits i could draw out of him. His hand gripping my hip pulls me closer so that out chests are nearly touching, along with things that shouldn’t. And i can’t lie, it feels fucking good.
Our drunken makeout session featuring grinding against each other and heavy ass breathing quickly expands to Harry shoving me down onto the cushions beside him, crawling on top of me and pinning me below him. I don’t have enough time to protest, instead getting a wet trail of kisses and bites along my neck. I can feel him sucking a hickey into the skin just below my ear while simultaneously grinding his hips down against mine.
Goddamnit, I don’t want this to stop- but it just feel’s wrong.
“Harry- hey, listen for a second-“ I put my hands on the brunettes shoulders, pushing him up so we can see face to face for a second. He looks a little disappointed that I made him stop, but he does stop what he’s doing. I hesitate before speaking, choosing my words wisely. “I don’t want this to stop- trust me, I really don’t, but I don’t think we should be doing this. Especially not like this, when we’re both wasted and prone to making bad decisions we might regret later.” I admit the obvious to my much disliking.
Harry blinks a few times. “What’re you implying.?” He asks.
”That maybe we meet together when we’re sober and talk about this rationally.” I state firmly, pushing myself up into my elbows. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, Harry. I’ve known you basically my entire life.” I try to make myself sound convincing, but i think I sound more desperate than anything.
”I am thinking rationally, I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Harry rolls his eyes, leaning back over me and trying to go back in for a kiss. I cover his mouth with my hand, pushing his head back and away from my face. “Harry. Please.”
It takes a few seconds before the brunette sighs heavily and sits up, flopping back onto the couch and sprawling himself out. “Whatever, Parker. Go have your bisexual crisis or whatever.” He mutters, swinging an arm over his eyes and going still. I sit there for about a minute, waiting for him to get back up or something- try and convince me to keep going, but nope. I’m told what i was listening for when i hear his snoring. He’s passed out.
I let out a small sigh and sit up, rubbing my face with my hands and just sitting there while thinking. I know he won’t remember this. He’s terrible whenever he gets drunk. Maybe it was just a thing he wanted to try out? God knows.
it takes me a few more minutes before finally getting up and tidying up the room a bit. I would prefer to leave Harry a less stressful cleanup for when he wakes up with an earthquake for a headache. I find a towel in a small supply closet hidden behind the ransacked bar and carefully place it over the half-naked man passed out of the couch before sliding my jacket back on and sneaking back out of the suite.
As I swing through the streets, my mind keeps replaying the heated moment with my best friend. Will it ever feel like this again? For fucks sake, i don’t even know if I’ll get hung up on this. I know i like guys, I’ve just never really gotten into them as much as girls. And of course, there’s MJ. I like her. A lot. But will this stupid little fling or whatever change that?
I make it back to the house without disturbing Aunt May and collapse face first onto my bed.
I fell asleep in class twice the next day if you’re interested to know.