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"babe, come on over here" Harley whined from his postion, squished against the wall in Peter’s bed, he watches with tired eyes as his boyfriend gets ready for bed.
Peter had already changed to his pyjamas and is now on the task of watering all his plants and feeding the cat, before brushing his teeth.
But Harley just wants to cuddle already, laying on his back, he thinks about how he wants to snuggle Peter up in his arms and kiss him.
He didn’t even notice himself starting to pout when Peter climbed into the bed with one leg, to cup his face and tell Harley to wait a little bit, that he’s almost done, but Harley was having none of it, It was maybe a very stressing day for him because suddenly, the air in the room seemed very thick and he felt a headache coming, his skin began to crawl and he rushed to the window.
Sticking his head out and gulping in fresh breaths that helped a great deal with it, Peter cocked a head out of the conjoined bathroom to stare at him with a toothbrush in his mouth, looking dorky but concerned, and asking if he’s alright.
Harley already knows from experience that he will be, but only if he gives efforts into making sure of it, so he goes to put on a fresh shirt, because suddenly the old one is too tight in his neck, and he rolls his shoulder a couple times because he also felt very stiff, and he wants to desperately go outside to get more fresh air, but settles for the window in Peter’s bedroom, when his body feels too tired suddenly.
So he waddles over to his lovely boyfriend, still in the fucking bathroom doing god know what, but anyway, positive and happy, Harley walks up from behind to give Peter a back hug.
They smiled at each other, and Peter booped his freshly moisturised nose against Harley’s, holding his hand as Peter lead them back to bed and snuggled against Harley who kissed him on the cheek sweetly, normally Peter would now pull out his phone or a book to read before sleep, but with Harley here, He would never waste their time like that, he could and would spend hours, just looking into Harley’s eyes and cuddling him without ever getting bored.
So that’s what he did, and when his poor thermoregulation acted up due to the forgotten open window that Harley pulled open earlier, He felt suddenly very cold.
but Peter was already in bed, and nothing except for his thick blanket the fluffy pillow ,and his other, big boyfriend shaped pillow was important to him when he was in bed, but he was still cold, so Peter snuggled up further into Harley’s chest, and wrapped his arms around him to give himself more warmth,
"s' cold" he said, to which Harley responded with only tightening his hold on Peter even more and pulling the blanket up over their ears, pressing his forehead against Peter’s.
And if that window makes them both get a cold the next week…well nobody has to know how they got it.
;)