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salmon_pinkTitle: Old Shoes
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Peter
Rating: PG
Words: 495
Notes: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1drabble, prompt "kiss".
It’s surprisingly easy to fall back into step with Peter. To fall back into those old patterns, the teasing and the smiles and the honest affection of it all. Harry hasn’t thought about those memories in years, but they all come flooding back with Peter beside him, that familiar warmth.
They were so small back then, sharp elbows and sticking out ears. They were small, their world was small, and it felt safe, like it would last forever.
Harry still feels small, sometimes, just in a different way. His world has gotten so big, too big, and sometimes he feels like he’s floundering. He knows it will only get worse from here. The whole company is his, and everyone will be waiting with bated breath for his first wrong step, with ‘I told you so’ poised on the tip of their tongue. Harry could potentially destroy a billion dollar business, and that’s not even his biggest worry.
Figures his dad would wait until he’s on his deathbed to let Harry know he’s doomed to a young and painful death. He never took any responsibility in Harry’s life before, why change old habits at the end, right?
Peter’s old habits are still there, too. He still has that same restless energy, skittering under his skin, bouncing on his feet and eyes darting everywhere. Harry wonders if he can taste it, but when he gets his fist in Peter’s jacket, when he pulls him close, all he gets is the taste of Pepsi and spit. But that’s better, it’s so human and regular, and Peter makes a surprised sound against Harry’s lips that makes him grin.
Anyone could be watching this, there could be paparazzi somewhere snapping photos. Harry doesn’t care, he got used to that crap years ago, but maybe Peter would care. Or maybe it would help him, because Harry’s still small in this giant world of his, but Peter’s outgrown his own world now. He’s big and bursting at the seams in it, that ordinary life that’ll probably stay the same until he retires in his Aunt May’s old home.
Peter’s too good for something so boring and bland, and maybe a few photos of him macking on the heir to the Osborn fortune will give him an opportunity to break out. But Harry already knows Peter would never take advantage of that, it’s why they’ve always worked.
Peter’s still moving, always moving, but he’s not trying to get away. Hands fluttering at Harry’s hips, feet shuffling, shifting his weight, but he’s kissing back. Slow and careful, like he’s worried Harry’ll spook, never mind Harry’s the one who initiated the whole thing. Harry drops his hand to palm at Peter’s ass, to squeeze, to get another of those surprised noises, Peter pushing up on to his toes and laughing against Harry’s mouth.
It’s so easy to get lost in it all, and Harry lets the slide of lips quiet his mind, dragging Peter close.
Fandom: The Amazing Spider-Man (Movieverse)
Pairing: Harry/Peter
Rating: PG
Words: 495
Notes: Spoilers for The Amazing Spider-Man 2. For
1drabble, prompt "kiss".It’s surprisingly easy to fall back into step with Peter. To fall back into those old patterns, the teasing and the smiles and the honest affection of it all. Harry hasn’t thought about those memories in years, but they all come flooding back with Peter beside him, that familiar warmth.
They were so small back then, sharp elbows and sticking out ears. They were small, their world was small, and it felt safe, like it would last forever.
Harry still feels small, sometimes, just in a different way. His world has gotten so big, too big, and sometimes he feels like he’s floundering. He knows it will only get worse from here. The whole company is his, and everyone will be waiting with bated breath for his first wrong step, with ‘I told you so’ poised on the tip of their tongue. Harry could potentially destroy a billion dollar business, and that’s not even his biggest worry.
Figures his dad would wait until he’s on his deathbed to let Harry know he’s doomed to a young and painful death. He never took any responsibility in Harry’s life before, why change old habits at the end, right?
Peter’s old habits are still there, too. He still has that same restless energy, skittering under his skin, bouncing on his feet and eyes darting everywhere. Harry wonders if he can taste it, but when he gets his fist in Peter’s jacket, when he pulls him close, all he gets is the taste of Pepsi and spit. But that’s better, it’s so human and regular, and Peter makes a surprised sound against Harry’s lips that makes him grin.
Anyone could be watching this, there could be paparazzi somewhere snapping photos. Harry doesn’t care, he got used to that crap years ago, but maybe Peter would care. Or maybe it would help him, because Harry’s still small in this giant world of his, but Peter’s outgrown his own world now. He’s big and bursting at the seams in it, that ordinary life that’ll probably stay the same until he retires in his Aunt May’s old home.
Peter’s too good for something so boring and bland, and maybe a few photos of him macking on the heir to the Osborn fortune will give him an opportunity to break out. But Harry already knows Peter would never take advantage of that, it’s why they’ve always worked.
Peter’s still moving, always moving, but he’s not trying to get away. Hands fluttering at Harry’s hips, feet shuffling, shifting his weight, but he’s kissing back. Slow and careful, like he’s worried Harry’ll spook, never mind Harry’s the one who initiated the whole thing. Harry drops his hand to palm at Peter’s ass, to squeeze, to get another of those surprised noises, Peter pushing up on to his toes and laughing against Harry’s mouth.
It’s so easy to get lost in it all, and Harry lets the slide of lips quiet his mind, dragging Peter close.
