( a drabble for somebody I WONDER WHO )

[goblinjr]

Every year, the science department of Empire State University hosted a charity event - usually a fair with game booths and food stands - to raise money for research. Lab equipment, resources, books, new computers-- you name it. Whatever they could get to enrich the lives of their students and put some real experience under their belts. Some parents and alumni donated large sums of their own money, but many of the students elected to try and raise money on their own. That, of course, meant running booths. Peter had to practically restrain Harry from doing his over-the-top generosity thing, instead convincing him to help raise money with a booth. It's for a good cause, and it'd be good publicity for both Harry and Oscorp. Win-win situation, right?

Except somehow, Harry wound up at the water dunk booth. Peter swore he had nothing to do with it, but the barely contained grin said otherwise.

But karma is nothing if not sweet, and Peter - the awkward nerd who fumbled with romance - mistakenly got assigned to the kissing booth.

Unfortunately, Peter's booth was too far away to get a good shot of the dunk tank, but he could periodically hear the 'chink!' as someone hit the metal target followed by Harry's unmistakable high-pitched squawk as he was plunged into the tank of water. It paid to have super hearing sometimes. Who knew the opportunity to dunk the Oscorp CEO would be so popular?

At some point, they'd given the poor guy a break, because Harry eventually trudged over to Peter's booth, sopping wet with about three towels wrapped around his shoulders, trying not to shiver. Peter tried and failed not to laugh at the look of pure disgruntlement he was getting.

"You owe me a free kiss for doing this, jackass," Harry declared, pulling the towels tighter around his shoulders. As far as he was concerned, he'd been pulling in more than enough money to earn it, and he was cold, wet, and miserable enough to prove it. More than anything, though, he was going to weasel a kiss out of Peter Parker while he had a chance if it was the last thing he did today.

Peter laughed until he saw that Harry wasn't, his amusement tapering off into suspiciousness. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Oh, I'm dead serious." Harry leaned in, tilting his head and pointing to his cheek. "Right here, buddy."

Peter hesitated, as if trying to gauge whether or not Harry was messing with him. Apparently, he took too long trying to figure it out, because Harry eventually turned to give him an expectant look and an indignant, "Well? You running a kissing booth or not?" A short laugh burst past Peter's lips, curving them into a crooked grin while he scratched the side of his face. "I... guess?" was his awkward answer.

So... Peter leaned in to peck Harry on the cheek.

But the moment he was close enough, Harry turned, snared Peter's collar, and caught his lips against his. It was brief, but gentle and sincere. Just enough to make Peter flail a little in surprise before Harry pulled away, an impish little grin pulling his mouth back. "Oops. I slipped," was all he said before winking and slipping away into the crowd, leaving Peter to sit there, dumbfounded and a little pink in the face.