parkner enemies to lovers speedrun
~ so, i was going through all of my old parkner fics that i have abandoned to give them the discontinued tags and i wanted to make sure i hadn't already written something for them that i could put in, and this one works outside of the context of the fic, so i just wanted to share! this is from take me back in time (to love you) ~
“You are completely insufferable,” Peter said with a crossed arm.
“Is that so?” Harley asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to the smaller teen.
Peter stepped back. “You’re egocentric, selfish, and ignorant.”
“Uh-huh.” He said with a smirk.
“You’re frivolous and ostentatious to mask the fact that you’re just an insecure asshole with imposter syndrome that can’t handle the idea of not fitting in.”
“Really?” Harley took two steps forward.
“Yes, really. You squander your intelligence just to prove yourself worthy to people who don’t deserve the real you because you believe that that’s the only way to survive the social hierarchy.” As Peter stepped back, he felt the cold drywall against his back.
Harley rested his hand on the wall, trapping Peter. “Well, do you know what I think? I think that you act all high and mighty because you come from nothin’. I think that you overcompensate for your lack of control in life by controlling everything you can, including everyone else’s lives. I think that you judge so harshly because you can only stand to imagine the best in people, even if they don’t deserve to be the best.” He leaned in, his nose touching his. “And I think that you say all these big words because you’re too afraid to face what you’re really feeling.” His eyelashes fluttered as he looked down into his big brown eyes. “Does that sound right?”
A warm breath escaped Peter’s lips before he tugged at Harley’s shirt, lips colliding with his. Harley pushed his chest against Peter’s, his back almost denting the dark blue wall. Peter’s fingers snaked into Harley’s hair, tugging at his blonde locks, making Harley let out a deep, low moan. Taking the opportunity, Peter swiped his tongue against Harley’s with a gentle nibble at his lip, making the taller teen hum in pleasure once more.
Harley undulated his hips against Peter’s, slipping a hand into his shirt and gasping as he felt Peter’s toned torso. Peter let out a groan as he felt Harley against him, hips stuttering at the pressure. Peter, with a new sense of confidence, flipped the blonde around, pushing him up against the wall with a thump.
“Peter,” Harley breathlessly managed, sending a warm shock through Peter’s veins.
Harley’s calloused hands ran up and down his bare back, a cold shiver shooting down his spine. Harley slipped his hand down, giving Peter’s ass a squeeze, causing him to squeak in surprise. Harley chuckled against Peter’s lips, the rumble vibrating against their chests.
Peter shifted his leg to wrap around Harley’s waist, the friction in their jeans making them both suck in a sharp breath of air.
“Bed,” Peter managed to say.
Harley, brain a lustful static, nodded, pushing Peter to the bed, and landing atop the firm mattress. Peter rolled them over, straddling Harley’s waist as he pinned his arms over his head as they continued to kiss. Harley grinded against Peter, making him lose his firm grip as he called out “Harley.”
Hearing Peter say his name like that, Harley was even more hungry to hear more. Feel more. He pulled Peter’s shirt off, tossing it on the floor, leaning back to admire his physique.
“Fuck, Peter. You’re gorgeous.”
Heat rose to Peter’s cheeks as Harley traced his fingers gently down his torso. Harley connected his lips to Peter’s neck, sucking and nibbling at his soft skin. Peter gasped, collapsing into Harley’s chest. Harley didn’t stop, making Peter writhe under his touch, letting out breathy whimpers of “Harley, Harley, Harley.”
When Harley pulled away, Peter took his time as he unbuttoned his flannel, making sure his fingers grazed his skin with each button. He trailed kisses down his torso, looking up to him with big innocent eyes, making Harley melt.
Peter tested the waters, kissing Harley’s neck. With his lack of experience, he didn’t know the sweet spot, but when he earned a loud moan and Harley’s nails digging into his bare back, he knew he found the right spot.
There was a tingle in the back of Peter’s neck, but he couldn’t fully register what it meant as Harley cupped his…
“Hey, Harley. I was wondering if you… oh my God!”
Peter fell off of Harley (and the bed) with a loud thump. They both stared at Abby with wide eyes who was staring back with an equally shocked deer-in-headlights look.
Peter covered his face in embarrassment.
“What do you need, Abby?” Harley asked, looking to Peter on the floor who sat with his knees up to mask his… Harley put a pillow over his lap.
“I made iced tea. I was just wondering if you guys wanted some since you’ve been studying for so long, but I… I’m just gonna…”
The door closed with a slow click.
Harley looked to Peter with flushed cheeks.
“I…” Peter started, but couldn’t find the words.
“Yeah,” Harley said with a nod.
“Because I feel like we really should—”
“We really don’t have to—”
“Harley,” Peter said firmly. “We have to talk about this.”
Harley gave a tight lipped frown. “Yeah. We should.”
Peter, still slightly out of breath, heart beating against his chest, sat on the other side of the bed. “So…”
“It’s your idea to talk about it. You should start.”
“Oh, very funny,” Peter retorted.
“I do pride myself in my humor.”
Peter looked at his hands.
