Alexithymia

      “Harley? Are you here?” Peter looked into the room, immediately bumping into the look of the one he was looking for. Keener was sitting on his bed.       “How could I not be here? We agreed to spend the evening together.” Parker smiled weakly, sitting down next to him and took a deep breath. “You look worried. Is everything okay?” Peter looked away, concentrating on the wall.       “You’re making me nervous.” Says Pete. Harley raised an eyebrow. “You don’t tell me anything, even though you act like we can trust each other.” Peter turned to Keener and frowned at him reproachfully. “Make up your mind already!”       Harley rushed at Peter, pinning him to the bed. The second one gasped in fright, immediately grabbing his boyfriend’s shoulders with his hands.       “I love you. And I’ve said it many times. Why the hell don’t you believe me?” Says Harley, looking at him. Peter turned away, confusedly saying he didn’t know.       “And I love you.”       “Well, it’s not visible.” Parker looked at him resentfully, pulling him into a kiss.       Spidey rises up, forcing Harley to sit down and climbs onto his lap, he instantly feels Keener’s hands under his T-shirt, gasping in response to pleasant actions. Harley hastily pulls off their T-shirts, allowing himself to run a hungry look over Peter’s body and digs into him with kisses. He leads a wet path up to his neck, leaving a colorful hickey at the top. At the same time, he pulls off Pete’s pajama shorts, feeling Parker unbutton his fly in response. Keener pulls Peter’s hair, laying him on the bed in one motion and throws their clothes aside, grabbing the lubricant that is lying on the floor from the last time.       Harley hovers over him, pulling his legs to the top and gradually introduces pre-lubricated fingers. Pete throws his head to the side, restrained moaning in response to the actions and squeezes the sheet. Harley bites into him with kisses and covers every inch of his shoulders, hearing Peter mumble from his fingers.       “Harley, please,” his speech is confused, interrupted by unrestrained moans. “that’s enough, I’m ready.” Keener looks back incredulously, still pulling out his fingers. Harley grabs his leg, turning it to the side and puts his cock to Parker. “Please, hurry up!” Keener sighs, sharply, but nevertheless gently entering. Peter turns his face to the pillow, pulling it closer to him with his hand.       “You’re always hiding your face. Is there something you don’t like?” Pete immediately shakes his head softly pronouncing a negative answer.       “I’m… sorry, let’s do it not like this.” Peter pulls away, pushing Harley towards the pillow. The second one lies on his back and wraps his hands around the hips of the already seated Parker. “If you want to see my face, so be it.” Pete wipes his tearful face and closes his eyes, contributing to Harley’s thrusts.       “Fuck, Peter, this is…” Keener moans softly, admiring his Peter. Harley puts one hand on his lover’s penis, starting to jerk him off in time with the thrusts. Pete lowers his head with restraint, still keeping his eyes closed and leaning forward buries his face in Keener’s shoulder.       “Ohh, Harley, I’m almost there.” Peter stretches out the vowels, feeling the bite of his boyfriend again. He quickly turns back to his lover and kisses him, whining strangled in a short kiss. Parker pulls away, and groans loudly, feeling an orgasm.       “You’re beautiful, as always.” Harley hugs Peter to him, comes out of him and hums, cumming. “Peter.” Spidey rises slightly, looking Keener in the eye. “We wanted to watch a movie.”

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      “Next time, just say right away that you don’t like something, and don’t carry this problem like a baby.” Pete was lying on Harley’s lap, looking towards the TV, where some sitcom was on. “I didn’t tell you anything, because there wasn’t much to tell. My student life is not that interesting.”       “I’m interested. I’m still waiting for the continuation of the story about your math teacher.” Pete looked at his boyfriend.       “Oh, I don’t even want to remember him, anytime, but not now.” Harley arched an eyebrow as Parker giggled and reached out to tickle him with mock indignation. “What are you laughing at, huh?”       “Oh, ha-ha, that’s enough!” Pete started pounding his hand on Keener’s back and, remembering the best compromise, pulls him into a kiss.       “Okay, you found a way out of the situation.” Pete giggled again, sitting down next to Harley and hugging him, whispering softly about how much he loves him. “And I love you. Please think about it more often.”