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Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed Peter’s sleeping form on his couch. The boy had fallen asleep to Star Trek; the series he’d insisted they (re)watch then promptly gone to sleep halfway into the second episode.
Harry yearned to wrap his arms around Peter; to pull him close and hold him with a strong but gentle touch. His heart ached when he remembered he couldn’t. He’d only fuck up the relationship he had - solely friends. Best friends, since they were squirming little children.
They’d cuddled before, only when Harry had fallen asleep next to Peter; the other boy wrapping around his body in his own state of sleep.
“H’rry?” Peter asked, voice thick. “‘S that you?” His fingers clutched at the fabric of Harry’s clothing, trying to tug the man closer to him.
“Yeah, Pete. It’s just me.” He chuckled. “You okay?”
“Jus’ tired.”
“Aww, poor baby.” The pet name slipped across his tongue like slick oil on pavement.
“Your poor baby.” Peter replied, face smushed into the pillow under him. A smile etched itself into his face, lines creasing along his eyes. He moved so he lay closer to Harry, wrapping his arms around the sitting mans’ waist and snuggling the rest of his body close as he could get.
A content sigh escaped his lips. A soft grin adorned his face. Harry’s smile only matched.
“I love you, Pete.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Harry.” Peter whispered back.