Parksborn Fluffy Oneshots.

Sick day.

Harry sniffled, throwing another used tissue into the waste basket beside his desk. He noted that he really should take the time to appreciate the days when he could effectively breathe through his nose.
He'd sworn to Peter it was just allergy season, but the smaller brunet would lie through his teeth to get one more day of work in before, what he could only hope was a cold, left him a sniffling unproductive mess.

He grunted, pushing himself away from his desk. Harry rummaged through his drawers for pain killers to take the edge off of his newly acquired headache. After an unsuccessful search, he leaned back into the office chair, covered his face with his hands, and made a noise that could probably rival that of a dying whale.

Peter chose that moment to walk in from the elevator with the lunch he'd promise to bring them both. "That truly, was the sexiest sound I've ever heard you make." Peter grinned, walking over to place the bag of takeout on Harry's desk. Still laid back in his chair, Harry let one of his hands slide down from his face and brought it back up to flip Peter off. "Very mature, of Oscorp. Should I alert the press of this astounding new development?" Peter chided, rounding the desk to greet his boyfriend with a kiss placed on Harry's temple. "You are the press, smartass," Harry smiled, setting both hands in his lap, but keeping his head pressed to the back of his chair. Peter grinned, and then hummed in agreement, combing the hair away from the smaller male's face. Harry closed his eyes enjoying the soothing affection.

Peter paused and placed the back of his hand against Harry's forehead, concern showing in this features. "You're a little warm, Harry. Are you sure you're ok?". "I may have caught a bug on my last trip, but I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow after I've gotten some rest," Harry assured. "I'll try to keep from working late tonight." He sat up and grabbed his carton from the bag, offering the other to Peter. "Alright," Peter took the container. "I have a class in an hour, and after I patrol, I'll head home."

They ate and chatted a bit before Peter took off. Harry woke the next morning feeling like he'd been thrown out of a moving vehicle.
His body ached, and his head felt like it was going to split open. He dared to open his eyes, and the morning light stung as he sought out his boyfriend's form. "Peter?" Harry softly croaked, reaching out to feel for the taller brunet. "Peter?" Harry rasped louder this time, coughing because of the strain on his throat.
"Harry?" Peter's concerned voice came from the bathroom doorway. Squinting, Harry saw his boyfriend rush over and sit carefully on the bed, placing the back of his hand on the CEO's pale forehead.
"Oh gosh, you're burning up. I'm gonna go get you something for your fever, ok?" Peter leaned down to kiss Harry's cheek. "I'll be right back."
Harry pulled the blanket tighter around himself, curling into a ball to try to stay warm.

Peter came back into the bedroom with two pills, a glass of water, and a thermometer. He placed an arm carefully around Harry's back, helping him sit up. "Open," The hero stuck the thermometer in Harry's mouth and rubbed circles along his back. After the device beeped, Peter took it and checked the reading, trying and failing to hide the worry on his face.

"What's it say?" Harry's voice was scratchy, but understandable.
"101.8... Here, take these," Peter gave his boyfriend the pills, handing him the glass to wash them down. Harry murmured a quiet thank you and sank back into the bed, waiting for the meds to do their job. "I'm gonna call your doctor. Ok? Is there anything else you need right now?" Peter questioned, running a hand against Harry's side. "M' cold" Harry mumbled, rolling further into the blankets.
"I can go get you some more blankets?" Peter stood up to search for more covers, but Harry grasped his wrist.
"Stay here..." Harry held tight to Peter's hand. "Please?" "Yeah, of course," Peter said after a pause, climbing carefully into the bed beside his boyfriend. He wrapped his arms around Harry, and the sick male gratefully accepted the added warmth, resting his head between Peter's neck and shoulder. Peter placed his chin on the top of his boyfriend's head.

A few minutes later, after Peter assumed Harry was sleeping, the smaller male tilted his head up and placed a small kiss on his lover's jaw line. "Thank you," he whispered, and snuggled deeper into Peter's arms.