Don't you know too much already? I'll only hurt you if you let me.
Call me friend, but keep me closer call me back. And I'll call you when the party's over.
9:45 PM
“Peter, I don’t get what the problem is.” Tony runs a hand through his hair, giving Peter an exasperated look.
“You don’t get what the problem is?” Peter asks, his fist balling up against his sides. “I come to this dumbass party to see you when I should be studying for the chemistry exam that is worth half our final grade, and what do I see when I find you? Oh, yeah, that’s right: you making out with some random girl like we aren’t even-”
“Like we aren’t even what, Peter?” Tony interrupts. “It’s not like we’re dating. We are simply two friends that occasionally fuck around.”
And Tony regrets what he said as soon as he says it, because Peter looks like someone just ripped out his heart. Which, Tony supposes, he did.
He steps toward Peter, reaching for his hand, but Peter backs against the wall. “Don’t touch me, Anthony.” Peter says, his voice wobbling even though Tony can see that he’s trying so hard to maintain his composure. “You know what?” He adds, standing up. “You’re right. We aren’t dating. So go fuck whoever you want, but I can assure you it’s not going to be me.” And with that, he’s gone.
10:37PM
“Hey, Peter. It’s Tony. Again.” He says as the call goes to voicemail. “You know, I’m starting to think you don’t want to talk to me. You’d think a guy would get it after the third missed call, but here I am. You know, maybe the tenth time will be the charm. I just… Pete, you’ve gotta call me back. I-” He stops, trying to think of what to say. “Peter, I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, baby. Please.”
11:11PM
“Tony, what on Earth are you doing?” Peter’s face is tear stained, and Tony feels even worse than he already does because Peter is just so pretty when he cries.
“I’m trying to climb through your window, but it’s hard to do that when you’re in the way.” Tomy points out, motioning for Peter to move over. But Peter doesn’t budge.
Peter goes to close the window, but Tony grabs his wrists before he can. “Okay, I won’t come in. But only if you go on a drive with me.” Peter rolls his eyes, but before he can say no, Tony adds, “Come on, Petey. I’ll drive down to the 7/11 and I’ll get you a cherry slurpee.”
Peter huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He’s got that ridiculous pout that Tony loves way too much on his face, nose scrunched up and a pointed glare. Much to Tony’s surprise, the boy agrees, grabbing his hoodie. “Don’t think I’m doing this for any other reason than the slurpee, Anthony.” Peter states.
11:55PM
They sit in the 7/11 parking lot in silence for 20 minutes before Tony speaks. “Did you get my voicemails?”
“Yeah.”
“Did you listen to them?”
“Mhm.” Peter takes a long drink out of the slurpee, which is starting to stain his lips a bright red.
Tony stares at him, then shakes his head. He runs his hands through his hair. “Peter, I fucked up. I just… Peter, I’m so fucking scared. I’ve never felt this before.” He says, motioning between the two of them. “Peter, you are more than just some friend I fuck. I don’t know why I said that. I… Peter, I don’t know how to do this. The dating thing. I don’t know how to express that I need you, Peter. But that’s what you deserve, and I want to be the one to give yo-”
Peter leans across the cab of the car, pressing his lips against Tony’s. Tony stills before moving his hand up to Peter’s cheek, the othering wrapping around his waist. Peter’s lips taste like tears and cherry slurpee, and Tony swears that he’s never tasted something more appealing.
Peter climbs over into Tony’s lap, pressing himself to as close to Tony as he can. Tony is the first to break away. “So I assume you aren’t ma-”
“Oh, I’m still pissed.” Peter states, his eyes glancing up at Tony’s before going back to his lips. “But you talk too much. Just kiss me, Tony.”
And Tony does.
