Wrong number :/~~Spider-Man

Whoopsie 🤷

Peter and Harley were now about half an hour out from where they'd stopped to rest. They weren't too far from Harley's house now.

Every now and again, on their walk, what had happened weaseled it's way into their conversation, dampening the mood and slowing down their chatter.

Harley did his best to steer clear though. It mostly worked, and they'd pick back up on topics such as the project, how much of a celebrity Peter was now, and even wether or not they though flash was gæ or not.

Right now they were talking about Peter's tragic backstory, but only in a way they could get away with without too much heavy thought on the matter.

"So, have you counted your scars yet?" Harley asked, looking up at the moon.

Peter was starring at it as well, enjoying the fact that it was much brighter than most of the lights they'd passed by.

"Nah, can't see a lot of them. Also, it's not really something I'd consider a fulfilling pass time" he scratched behind his ear.

"Maybe when we get to my house, we can go up to my room and have a hot make out session in my bed where I count and kiss each and every one of your scars romantically" Harley suggested, tearing his eyes from the moon to Peter, "I bet that wouldn't seem like a waste of time", he wiggled his brows.

"You think your dad would be cool with that?" He asked, knowing if he tried that at his house, hell might be raised in more than one way, no matter which household he was referring to.

"Is that your only objection? Because I'll have you know my dad takes night shifts" he tilted his head with a sly grin, "I didn't take you for that kind of guy, Parker. You gotta be some wild dude if you need all night for whatever you've got planned for me. Kinda kinky if you ask me.".

Peter didn't mean to brush it off, at all. In fact, he had heard Harley talk about making out so much he was starting to become indifferent to it, knowing damn well Harley wouldn't do a thing. It was just a phrase he used as a derailing alternative.

This right here? Devastatingly effective.

Even in the process of freezing his toes off, he felt instant heat in his face from that.

"You know that's not what I meant!" Peter's voice went up an octave as he tugged  down on the hat Harley had given him.

"I mean the offer is on the table. You seem like the type of guy who'd like to be pinned down. Thoughts?" Harley's smile got bigger at every word.

"Stop it!"

"Maybe more of a straddle guy.. you cool with hickeys?" He teased, brushing his finger on Peter's shoulder to his neck before pulling back.

"I am not discussing this with you" Peter leaned away, taking half a step to the side opposite of Harley.

"Who else are you going to discuss it with? A body pillow??"

"No!"

It progressively got worse the more Peter denied it. He was losing his mind. How does someone talk about this stuff so casually?? How was he supposed to reply to it???

"Hey my house is around this corner up here, do you have a ride home?" Harley steered away from the subject so suddenly, Peter had to physically restrain himself from shouting out another denial on accident.

"Uh.. yeah. I've got a ride" Peter looked down at his feet while he walked, his face burning.

"Sweet. How long will it take them to get here? I've gotta know how long I can keep you" he winked.