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The Uber will be here in five minutes, so get ready losers," Mj announced to the rest of the group.
It was her 21st birthday, and they had all decided to go to a club for some drinks.
"We're gonna get drunk tonight," Gwen cheered, Miles and Ned joining in.
Peter, who was on Harry's lap, gave a half-hearted "woo," causing Harry to smile at him.
A beep from outside caught their attention,
"Uber's here, let's go," Mj called, and the group all headed out and piled into the Uber. Mj gave him the address, and the group chattered excitedly all the way there.
"Wait you remember what hotel were staying at tonight right?" Ned asked, earning confirmation from all the others.
They had all decided to book hotel rooms for the night, not wanting to go home drunk and get in trouble.

The Uber pulled up outside the club a few minutes later, and Mj payed the driver as they all got out. Gwen was bouncing on the balls of her feet, as they waited in line, looking more excited than Mj was. Harry noticed Peter looking a little nervous, so he linked their hands, giving Peter a reassuring smile when the boy looked at him.
Upon entering the place Peter senses were momentarily overtaken, as the smell of booze made his nose scrunch up. The music was load in ears as the bass bumped in his chest, the lights were bright and the dance floor was full of dancing bodies.
He felt Harry squeeze his hand and he squeezed back.

The group found a table that was free and sat down,
"Okay what does everyone want, first rounds on me," Gwen yelled over the music.
"Coke and shots," Mj yelled and Gwen headed to the bar.
Harry looked at Peter again, giving him a look that said 'are you okay?'
Peter nodded and gave a small smile in return.
Gwen reappeared with drinks and shots. The group drank their cokes as they shouted over the music to be heard.
A while later Gwen threw her shot back,
"Come on Mj, we're going dancing," she yelled.
Mj threw her shot back, and the girls looked at the guys expectantly. Ned and Miles threw back their shots and turned to face Harry and Peter. Harry smiled and threw his shot back.
"Come on Pete," Miles yelled, "to the dance floor, don't worry about your shot," he clarified at Peter's slightly worried expression. The boys in question looked at his shot and thought,
'Oh fuck it' before tossing it back, earning cheers from the others. He smiled as Harry led him to the dance floor.

The rest of the night was a blur of dancing, yelling along to the music and throwing back shots.
By the time the group left the club, Peter was a giggling tipsy mess.
Harry had pretty much latched himself onto Peter, his lips on the others neck a lot.
Mj and Gwen we're very drunk, stumbling around and laughing, having lost count around drink number 7.
Ned and Miles looked ready to pass out, having lost count around drink number 9.
As they walked, well stumbled, towards the hotel, Peter tripped over his own feet on his way to Mj. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek sloppily,
"Love you Mj," he giggled, wrapping his other arm around Gwen and kissing her cheek too,
"Love you too Gwen," he giggled as he stumbled over his own feet, the girls joining in.
Harry came up behind Peter and pulled him away from the girls, both of them laughing.

The group stumbled into the lobby shushing each-other and giggling. An amused receptionist, used to this kind of thing, gave them their keys and wished them a good night.
Peter started rambling and had to be pulled away by a chuckling Harry.
The girls stumbled off to their room, Gwen jumping on Mj's back making them laugh.
Miles and Ned tiredly made their way to their room, looking a little pale.
Harry and Peter stumbled to theirs, giggling at nothing.

It took a few tries but Harry soon got the key in the slot and opened the door. The two of them stumbled inside.
Harry tripped, effectively trapping Peter between himself and the wall. The two of them stared at each other, before Harry leaned in and pressed their lips together. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated but neither boy cared.
Harry licked Peter's lower lip asking for entrance that Peter gave, gasping when their tongues brushed.
Peter's arms wrapped around Harry's neck effectively deepening the kiss. Harry grinned, as his hands travelled to Peter's thighs and lifted the him up.
Peter wrapped his legs around Harry's waist as the other boy continued to kiss him senseless.

The duo made it to the bed, somehow having lost their jeans along the way. Neither of them were ready to go further, but they loved skin to skin contact.
Harry lay on top of Peter, kissing along his jaw and down his neck.
Peter gasped as Harry sound his sweet spot and sucked and nipped, making sure he marked the boy beneath him.
Harry pulled away smiling and rest their foreheads together, taking a moment to catch their breaths,
"I love you," Harry whispered.
"I love you too," Peter's whispered back.
Peter then flipped them so he was on top of Harry. He straddled the older boys' hips, Harry's hands resting on his, and pulled his shirt over his head tossing it on the floor somewhere.
His lips were red and swollen, his eyes blown wide. A picture that made Harry smile and sit up to meet Peters lips halfway, the smaller boy wrapping his arms back around Harry's neck.
Harry trailed his hands up Peter's sides with a feather light touch, before flipping them and mimicking Peter's actions. Their lips connected again.
As the night went in their kisses got slower and softer, until they drifted off happily.

Peter woke up the next morning with his head pillowed on Harry's chest, Harry running his fingers through Peter's hair.
"Morning," Harry greeted with a smile when Peter looked up at him, his voice rough with sleep.
"Morning," Peter replied sleepily with a warm smile.
Harry chuckled and kissed him softly.
"You ready to get some breakfast?" He asked.
"No, warm," Peter mumbled, burying his face in Harry's chest. Harry smiled down at his fiancée, wrapping his arms around him tightly.

A while later the boys met the others for breakfast in the café next door.
They all ordered some water and were in different states of being hung over.
Mj and Gwen were sensitive to load noises and bright lights.
Ned and Miles were nursing receding headaches.
Harry and Peter were just sleepy.
No one spoke as they waited for food, just exchanged amused smiles. They had no regrets what so ever.
Peter lay his head on Harry's shoulder, smiling when Harry kissed his head.
"Ugh, you're so cute it's disgusting," Gwen said teasingly with a smile.
"Shh, head hurts," Mj mumbled trying, and failing, to put her finger to Gwen's lips. Peter looked around at his friends, their sleepy faces and messy hair made warmth bloom in his chest and smiled.

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