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"Come on Pete," Harry said trying to pull Peter out of bed.
"Noo," Peter whined burying his face in his pillow.
Harry sighed and lay on top of him
"Babe," he cooed
"No," Peter whined tiredly.
"Babe."
Peter groaned, which turned into a giggle as Harry gently blew on his neck.
"Come on Petey pie," Hardy giggled as Peter glared at him sleepily.
"Why?" The smaller boy asked.
"Because we've been stuck inside too long and I've got cabin fever," Hardy replied, kissing Peter's neck, "now come on let's go."
With that he climbed off the other boy, who still didn't move.
"Well I guess I'll just shower alone then," Harry stared to say, only to have Peter scramble out of bed and kiss him deeply.
"You're a tease," Peter said seeing Harry's smirk when he pulled back.
"Yeah but you love it," Harry smiled, lifting Peter and carrying him to the bathroom.

Once they were showered and dressed, which took a while due to all the kisses, the two of them headed off towards the beach. On the way they brought a frisbee.

After removing their socks and shoes.
The two of them tossed the frisbee around for a while, Harry slowly getting closer to Peter. Once he was close enough, Harry grabbed the frisbee and closed the distance between them. Peter smiled and slowly pulled away.
"Tag, you're it," Peter whispered, tapping the taller boy before running off towards the sea.
"Oh, you're in for it Stark!" Harry called playfully as he gave chase, Peter laughing.
Harry caught up to Peter and his arms wrapped around his waist as he spun him, enjoying the sound of the smaller boys laugh.
Once Harry set Peter back on his feet, he turned to face him,
"Tag you're it," Harry smiled and kissed Peter as he laughed.

A while later the duo were walking through Central Park, just chatting when Harry noticed Peter had gone uncharacteristically quiet. Looking over He saw Peter looked about ready to pass out.
"Shit Pete, sit down," he said sitting the boy on the nearest bench. He then went over the road to get him a bottle of water.
"Why didn't you say anything gorgeous?" Harry asked sitting next to him, as Peter rest his head on Harry's shoulder after a drink.
"Didn't wanna ruin the day," Peter mumbled.
"Oh sweetheart," Harry said softly and kissed the top of Peter's head.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, when a familiar tune caught their ears. Peter's head shot up, his eyes bright,
"Ice cream," he said.
Hardy chuckled at his excitement,
"Come on then," he said taking Peter's hand.
Harry ordered a plain flake ice cream while Peter had sauce on his.

The two of them sat on a bench under the shade of the tree, people watching while eating their ice creams.
"Why did we come out here again?" Peter asked with a slight smirk.
"Well it was to get some air, but it was a bad idea," Harry laughed, Peter laughing alongside him.
Harry looked over at Peter and saw he had ice cream on his nose,
"Hold on Pete," he said and kissed his nose getting the ice cream off.
"What? There was ice cream on your nose," Harry explained, when Peter gave him a confused look.
"I think I still have some on my lips," Peter smiled.
"Yeah I think you do," Harry smiled, before he leaned in kissing Peter softly.

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