» ʜᴀʀʟᴇʏ x ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ (ᴘᴀʀʟᴇʏ: ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ)

Part 22

~ 3rd ~

"Harleyyy, come on - it's Monday, get up lazy ass. You stale potato chip."
A brunet was seated on the sandy haired boy's chest - practically riding him like a horse- poking his fleshy, and slightly rosy cheeks with his forefingers.
"Come on Harls." He pleaded with a whine.
"Harley, get up won't you. I know that you're awake, your heartbeat just increased." Peter dragged out the sentence in a thick, British accent.

The southerner instantly sprung up - suddenly wide awake - causing the lighter boy to flip onto his back - soon finding himself caged between a pair of familiar, slightly toned arms.
"Since when did you have a British accent? And since when was such a thing so - fucking - hot?" He questioned. The brunet merely shrugged in a childish way, chuckling as he did so.

"I dunno, it kinda just - slipped. I didn't even know I would do one."
"Well it's damn hot darlin'." Harley eyed Peter's lips in a nearly unnoticeable way, slightly parted and pastel pink. He dipped in and kissed his boyfriend lightly on his lips, unable to hold in the urge to do so.

Unfortunately, his timing was messed up.

The door silently swung open, a certain supreme sorcerer and a tired billionaire - who was perched upon the taller's shoulders like a bird in it's nest- had stumbled in. 

The tip of Tony's head suddenly collided harshly against the frame of the door, his hand shot up to the angry red line that danced across his sore forehead.

Stephen's mind seemed to have taken a while to process what was going on as his husband let out a string of uncensored curses, but when he finally caught on with what was going on he simply said-
"We'll leave you gays alone." The door closed just like it had opened - silently - and the large room was left to the two lovebirds once again.

A pregnant silence filled the air, along with some constipated awkwardness.
"I mean, at leat I wasn't like giving you a hickey or anything..."

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"Tony, did you just see what happened there?" The giraffe lowered his husband to the ground as safely as he could, without making him loose his balance and topple over.
"Yeah yeah, a guy who once tried shooting me with a home made potato gun was in the middle of snogging our son. So what, it's not like we've never done that before wizard."

"Heh, you make a pretty good point." 

Tony was hit with a blast of cold air as he pulled open the freezer, snagging a bag of frozen green peas and immediately pressing the cool object against his throbbing forehead.
"Hey, you think that if I tied this to my head with your underpa-"

"Tony, I think you hit your head too hard on that door frame."

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have a look at my ugly ass self - I'm extremely sleep debriefed, so my mind doesn't want to function properly.

AsIaN bIsH hErE

I'll regret putting this up later when someone uses this for blackmail.

(acne sucks, also, the light makes part of my hair look like it's just not there XDD)

and hey, 3 one hour online lessons, two essays, a quizz ( all on Shakespeare) AND another Parley chapter. Not bad for a day's work. ∆

Not here? Then tough luck - I left it up for over a week. That's enough.