Parksborn smut.

Chapter 1

Quick A.N.:   I don't own anything from the Marvel universe, I Have to give that credit to Stan Lee. May his stories live on in all of our hearts.

thanks to my friends S and K for helping me to write this.

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bold=Harry's thoughts

underlined=peter's thoughts

People knew many things about Harry Osborn. They knew he was the heir to his father's company, he had been a model in multiple magazines, and he could easily get any woman he sought after. The only thing the paparazzi didn't seem to know about him was the fact that he never actually sought after any women. the only confusing part about that being that every girl who hit on him knew why. None of them told anyone, but if you had just been threatened by the second most influential person in Manhattan, and possibly New York, you wouldn't tell his secret to anyone either.

Harry Osborn was hopelessly in love with his childhood friend.

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Peter Parker thought today was going to be a normal day. Wake up, have breakfast, then swing around the city in red and blue spandex fighting petty crimes. His life as a vigilante wasn't easy, especially with J. Jonah Jameson writing about how much of a menace he is, but Peter thought he did a good job being a friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

What he didn't expect was the news to announce the return of his old friend Harry Osborn to Manhattan.

"Aunt May!" he yelled back into the open door of his house, "I'm heading out."

Peter didn't really know where he was going until he ended up standing in front of the Osborn estate.

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Harry hated this meeting. All of the research that could save him destroyed because some imbecile thought it could be an inconvenience to Oscorp's record. He had just gotten done with a sarcastic rant when he found a perfect way to get out of the meeting.

"Sir, there's a Peter Parker here to see you"

Harry was shocked. The Peter Parker? His Peter Parker?

He calmly excused himself from the meeting, and went to the front door.

Peter was nervous. He was just starting to think that the other boy had better things to do than say hello to an old friend, much less a poor, practically orphaned friend he hadn't seen in eight years, but he was proven wrong by a soft, yet surprisingly deep voice calling out.

"Peter Parker. It's like seeing a ghost."

Peter's eyes met with Crystal blue ones.

Harry was ecstatic. His face didn't show it, but he was ecstatic. He had a second chance! His eyes met Peter's, and it took him all of his will not to just swoon at the other boy's eyes. He made a halfhearted remark about how long it has been, and finally wrenched his way out of his daze to catch the end of what peter was saying.

"...your, and I wanted to come and... Just wanted to come and see you."

Harry was internally panicking 'SHIT. what'd he say? Think fast. Think fas-'

" I'm with some people. I'm in a... I'm in a meeting." 'Oh great. You just pushed him away! Nice thinking!'

"I'm sorry, I don't wanna intrude. I know it's been a long time..."

'SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! He's going to leave!'

"You got your braces off. Now there's nothing to distract from your uni-brow."