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      Published: 2017-09-23 Updated: 2017-12-27 Chapters: 6/? Words: 47912
****** Between the Thrill and the Fear ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     Peter's teenage lust for Tony Stark has plagued him for years. He's
     shocked and delighted when the man responds in kind. Though neither
     of them expected that keeping their love a secret would be harder
     than saving the world.
Notes
     In MCU canon, it's ambiguous exactly where Tony Stark will live and
     work now that Avengers headquarters is located in upstate New York.
     In this story, he still lives and works in Stark Tower instead of
     selling it off. Avengers HQ is still in upstate New York as per the
     film.
     Also, May doesn't know Peter is Spiderman in this story.
     ------------------------------
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***** Chapter 1 *****
                      Oh but I know you'll cause me grief
                    Close friends of mine are in disbelief
                       As they can see what's underneath
              Fluttering lashes, red lips, and pearly white teeth
===============================================================================
 
Tony Stark had hunted down Spiderman for his skills. The supernatural kind that
allow the kid to scale walls and hang upside down from lamp-posts.  Not because
the child was a literal genius. An untapped prodigy. Yet, when he'd explained
the mechanics to Peter's gifted spider-suit and had the kid not only nod along
with his technical jargon but make suggestions for upgrade systems to
integrate, Tony knew. This bite-sized bundle of muscle and super human strength
was his equal.
After the arrest of Adrian Toomes, they became surprisingly close. Or at least
surprisingly to everyone around them.
"You don't even like kids," Pepper had said with a suspicious glare.
"I'm glad your work hasn't lagged during your... tutoring sessions," Happy had
chimed in during a conversation about something otherwise mundane.
These idiots thought he was fucking the kid. The child. The boy. The absolutely
captivating scientist that knew about subjects beyond his years and harbored
the humility not to brag or lord his knowledge over his fellows.
Scratch "equal." Peter was Tony's better. Not a match but a man leaps and
bounds more generous and well-behaved.
What a catch Peter would be if he weren't fifteen. What a truly magnificent
specimen to collect, improve, and devour. Eighteen was only three years away.
Roughly two considering how close Peter was on the heels of Sweet 16.  
Sweet, delectable, barely almost fucking sixteen.
Perhaps even fuckable. Was it suspicious to look up age of consent in NYC?
Sixteen sounded about right (although he admits he never did look it up in case
he was wrong). It would still ruin his company if anyone found out... but Tony
could at least wait that long? Avoid jail, despite the risk of public ridicule.
A few months. After all, he'd only known the kid a few months. It would give
them time to grow closer.
He could do this. Hold back. Leer and fantasize and touch himself in the shower
while feeling every bit the pervert he was.
As always, they're in his home lab.  Testing the components of Peter's
spiderwebs. The boy just looks so fucking adorable in his simple outfit. Tony
tries to hold back, just a little longer, he tells himself, but the way Peter
moves around the table doing something as simple as rearranging lab equipment
for the next experiment, forces heat to flare within the older man. Low in his
belly. Edging him closer and closer to all out arousal.
Fuck. Who was Tony kidding? He'd never had an ounce of patience in his
life. Tony knows he needs the boy, immediately.
"Kid, put some goggles on. I'm not trying to see you lose an eye," Tony
grumbled as he crossed his home laboratory to throw another sticky substance
into the bucket of rejected polymers he'd asked Peter to synthesize.
Peter rolls his eyes, "I'm not stupid ya know." He says, but snaps the goggles
on anyway.
"Put on some gloves, too," Tony insists as he continues to lean on a counter
with no goggles, gloves, or even a lab coat. He sips from a tumbler full of
something amber for a moment before perking a brow at the boy.
"As if you're wearing any." Peter grumbles, but follows the man's orders.
"Good boy," he says, pausing to meet the kid’s eyes. Peter looks back and feels
something flutter inside him at the endearment and decides to meet Tony's gaze
warily.
"Did you bring your suit?" Tony asks and the boy undoes the top few buttons of
his shirt, revealing the colored fabric underneath.
Tony sits his glass down. Eyes the crisp, brown slacks and department store
button-up Peter has on. "I didn't expect you to wear it."
He shrugs, "Never know when you're going to need it. Always be prepared,
right?"
"Well, now, I hope you're prepared to strip."
"W-what?" Peter balks... "Why?"
"I mean, I could just bend you over my lap and shove a usb up your ass."
"Mr. Stark!" He says, already high voice squeaking further.
Tony laughs. He pushes away from the counter to approach the boy. Slow and
predatory just to intimidate the kid, "Don't act so shy, dear. You know I'd
never hurt you."
He feels hot and takes a step back, "What are you doing, sir?" He looks down at
the ground, feeling shy and uncomfortable but... not in a bad way?
Tony stops in front of the boy. Extends a hand to push aside Peter's collar
with the back of his index finger.
"Mr. Stark..." Peter says hushed, his breathing is coming in short and the
touch feels electric.
"Hmm?" Tony asks, absently. He pulls another hand up to undo a few more
buttons. Index finger and thumb climbing over each other at each plastic disc.
"Why are you doing that..?" He asks, not daring to think what he wants to.
"I've got to have access to the suit for this experiment and you're acting like
a shy little boy."
"O-oh." He says, "Can I like… use a room or something?"
Tony tugs on the boy's lapels a bit. Draws his body up closer to Peter's. His
breath hot and whiskey thick against Peter's nose. "We're both men, little guy.
You don't have anything I haven't seen."
"Um...alright..." He says nervous. Slowly, he starts removing his clothes, his
hands move to his belt, stripping it away and letting his pants pool around his
ankles.
Tony, all expensive cologne with a hint of something heavy presses in closer to
Peter. He presses a knee against both of the boy's inner thighs to encourage
him to spread them, "Good, good."
"What did you need the suit for? What experiment?" He asks, trying to divert
the topic.
Tony leans fully against Peter, then. Chest to chest. Thigh to smaller, teenage
cock. One hand still tugging at his collar as the other holds the edge of the
counter he just backed the boy into, "I've never had to work this hard for a
kiss in my life, kid. Is this what all those articles mean about millenials not
knowing how to date? Not just the weird texting rules and apps, but also just
literally not knowing that when a man presses a thigh between your legs, he's
giving you a big, throbbing hint."
Peter’s eyes grow wide as saucers, "W-what?" He says in disbelief, "Sir...why
would you want to kiss me?"

"Asking myself that question twice for every second your lips aren't on mine."
He's in shock. Mr. Stark could have anyone in the world, anyone at all, why on
Earth would he want a skinny fifteen year old boy? He can't help dropping his
gaze to those lips though… the man is quite handsome, of course, and he can’t
deny his long-term crush. Wouldn’t he be stupid to miss out on this?
"Wow," Tony shakes his head, tsking ever so slightly at the rejection. "Never
thought you would say no. Though I'll admit that I should be a responsible
adult and not..." He gyrates his own hips. Allowing the hard muscle of his
thigh to apply more pressure to Peter's cock.
Peter's hip bucks without his meaning to. The friction feels so good against
his cock and he lets out a breathy moan of, "Sir, please..." As his head falls
down to his chest.
Tony snaps his fingers next to Peter's face. "Kid. Kid. Kid. Not going to ask
you twice."
Peter leans forward, feeling nervous. It's not like he's never kissed before
but...only once or twice with girls who had just as little experience as him
not… Tony fucking Stark. He hopes the man will help him out and take lead.
The man moans into Peter's mouth. Licks along the inside of his lips as he does
so. Whether Peter has skill, or not, Tony's already halfway to orgasm just
knowing he's violating someone so young and impressionable. "Remind me," he
whispers into Peter's open mouth before kissing down his throat. "You're
eighteen by now, right?" He asks, hoping Peter will say yes, hoping he will lie
to protect Tony, at least personally, against committing such a crime.
And Peter wants to say yes. Wants to let the man do whatever he wants. But he
can't lie… not when he knows the man can check on the facts later. He won't
risk losing the suit again, "I-I'm fifteen, sir..."
"Fifteen..." Tony groans against Peter's neck. His teeth sinking into the flesh
there as one hand fondles the boy's chest through his suit. He drops the
pretense of fondling Peter with the front of his leg and simply rubs their
crotches together.
"Yes." He says, tossing his head back, allowing access to his neck. He grinds
his hips forward into the older man's. Tony has one hand on Peter's hip.
Holding him still as he frots against him.
"That makes me old enough to be your father..."
Tony licks up the side of Peter's neck. Nibbles at his ear as he feels his
precum finally soaking through his own underwear. He wonders if jizzing through
eighteen-hundred dollar pants will ruin them. Peter gasps, the words going
straight to his cock. He places his hands on the man's shoulders as he keeps
rolling his hips, hoping he won't leak through his suit.
"Do you like the sound of that, baby boy?" His fingers tighten on Peter's
nipple. Tugging hard, "Did your little, teenage cock just throb at the thought
of calling me daddy?"
His cock jumps again and he's never been able to lie to this man. "Yes
sir...I'm sorry," he chokes out, the sensations almost too much. He hopes Mr.
Stark doesn't find him too disgusting and perverted to touch now.
"Say it," comes the unexpected command and Peter has to double check to make
sure he didn’t hear wrong.
Peter meets the man's eyes and sees the lust there, it's like a dam breaks. The
boy's voice thickens. Deepens. "Daddy." He says low.

"Baby," Tony coos back. He slides a hand around Peter's wrist, pulls his hand
between them, "Touch Daddy's cock."
Peter opens his hand and palms through Mr. Stark's expensive slacks. He's never
touched anyone else before but he tries to do what he knows feels good on
himself.
Tony leans forward, whispers next to his ear, "Is this how you want it? Me
cumming through your fingers and dirtying up my suit.... or maybe something a
little more intimate?"
"I-I..." He truly doesn't know what he's doing here, "I want whatever you want…
Daddy." He adds hastily.
"You're really gonna make me do all the work?" Tony's voice is thick with
desire. His hips grinding into Peter's palm.
"I don't really know what to do..." He admits quietly, ashamed.
Tony grabs Peter's hips with both hands. Lifts the smaller body onto the
counter behind them. "Do what feels natural, of course. We’re all animals and I
assume the best part of fucking an underage boy is getting to be the focus of
his desperation."
Tony slides out of his jacket and unbuttons his shirt as he speaks. The arc
reactor glows beneath his tank top as he strips. Peter's entranced. He reaches
down and grabs the bottom of Mr. Stark's tank, tugging up, and glancing at the
man for permission. Stepping in closer, Tony gives the boy the room to work and
says "By all means, my little paramour."
Peter manages to slip the tank top off and he stares at the reactor. It's one
of the most brilliant pieces of technology in the world. A shaky hand comes up
as he caresses the skin around it. Tony watches Peter as his fingers graze his
exposed chest. The look of awe on the boy's face is more than just endearing.
"This is why I've only had a taste for genius since this became my reality." He
taps the reactor. "You're smart enough to know this is beautiful… too many
pretty, young things think I'm disfigured."
"No." Peter says immediately, not understanding how anyone could think that. He
wants to show Mr. Stark his admiration so he brackets his hands under his
pectorals and leans down, kissing around the metal.
Tony moans. His head nodding back as he enjoys the attention. "You're a treat."
The older man reaches between them. Taps the spider emblem on Peter's suit so
the taut fabric suddenly goes limp. "Hop down and shrug out of that shirt and
suit, baby boy."
Peter does. His stomach is doing flips but he pulls the loosened fabric down
until he's standing in front of his mentor with nothing but boxers on.
Tony eyes the boxers with a quizzical eye. "How many layers do you really
need?"
He tugs on the boy's waistband and peeks down at his cock. He lets go. The
elastic snapping back into place. "I half expected a pair of tight briefs over
a thong, underneath."
Peter would've laughed had he not felt so embarrassed. He grits his teeth and
looks back down, going red as a cherry.
"Have you ever had this sucked?" Tony's hand closes around Peter's clothed
erection.
He swallows and shakes his head, "N-No."
"You ever suck anybody?"
He shakes his head again, "I've never really done anything..."
Tony pouts at him. "I wanted a tawdry tale of some naughty teacher pegging you
in a broom closet." He picks up pair of scissors from the counter. Quickly
slices through both sides of Peter's boxers before the kid can protest.
"Sir!" He gasps as his hands move to shield himself, uncomfortable being naked
in front of another person.
"I prefer the other title when we're alone."
"Daddy..." He says, relaxing slightly, "You ruined my shorts."
"You were gonna ruin them if we kept humping each other, anyway." Tony yanks
both of Peter's hands to his chest. Encourages him to knead and squeeze. Then,
his own hands undo his belt. The boy stumbles forward at the force of the tug
but catches himself on the man's chest. He does seem to want Peter exploring
him, so he obliges. It’s easier to ignore the fact that he’s naked when he has
Tony’s chest to focus on. He runs his hands up and down his sides, around the
reactor, and in a burst of courage he swipes his thumb over a nipple.
Tony smiles down at Peter with the attention to his nipple. He's unbuttoning
his trousers and eager to be skin to skin with the little morsel that has so
obviously desired him for so long.
"Good boy." He encourages. Peter smiles at the kind words, glad to know he's
doing it right. He focuses his attention on both nipples, massaging around the
area and lightly pinching the sensitive buds between his fingers.
The smile on Tony's face tightens with pleasure. He can't seem to grasp how
good such light attention makes him feel. Perhaps he's just too turned on by
the fact that everything they do is forbidden.
"Daddy," Peter says low before leaning in for another kiss. Trying to mimic
what the man did to him earlier.
"I love hearing you say that..." Tony breathes against his lips when they split
apart. Peter loves saying it too but he's not sure why. He never knew his
parents but this man is the closest he's had to a father figure since Uncle
Ben. He dives forward and moans into another kiss.

Tony drops his trousers. Not at all ashamed to step out of them, revealing sock
garters holding up whimsical, iron man socks from an endorsement deal. He's
also not shy about his missing underwear and grinds his erection against
Peter's. Their bodies warm and intertwine against the counter, again. Peter
can't help but laugh at the socks, something about the man’s eccentricness
makes him feel more at ease. He drops his head to Tony's shoulder and watches
the way their cocks move against each other. He's never felt anything like it
before.

"You look like you're enjoying yourself," Tony whispers against Peter's cheek
before lightly kissing it, "Does Daddy's cock feel good?"
"Oh, Daddy," he says, lust overwhelming the shame, "you feel so good. You're
incredible."
"So are you, baby," Tony whispers. His arms curling around Peter to guide him
away from the counter, "Follow me."
Peter lets the man lead him, he wants to touch him, kiss him, again. The
pleasure coiling low in his belly is enough to do anything he asks, not like he
wouldn't do it anyway. Tony backs himself onto an on oversized couch on the
other side of the lab, tugging Peter onto his lap, chest to chest, "Straddle
me," he instructs, reluctantly turning Peter's blushing face away.
Peter sits on top of his lap, it feels strange but not unpleasant. He rocks his
hips into the others'. Tony holds up his index finger for Peter to see. There's
a tiny dome on the tip and some kind of mechanic apparatus sheathing the length
of it.
"Do you know what this is?"
Peter shakes his head, frowning.
"This is a little device I made today. The tip will pop on contact with your
skin producing a viscous lubricant that will minimize friction for hours. The
rings lining my finger do much more than simply vibrate... though that is their
initial purpose."
He grins at Peter.
"Can you guess where I want to test this out?"
He bites his lip. He knows what guys do with other guys… still… he's nervous.
He tries for an answer, hoping he's right, "M-my cock, Daddy?"
"Even better...." Tony whispers as he presses a hand flat against Peter's
shoulder. Drawing him close so the adorned index finger touches lightly onto
his furled hole, "This little work of genius will make things easier for you…
because I've watched you beg me to fuck you while getting off in your suit.
I've even rewatched you begging me to fuck you while getting off in your suit…
and Daddy wants to make it good for you.
Peter’s breathing comes in shallow again. He can't believe Mr. Stark saw all of
that. He'd want to die of shame if he wasn't so close to getting what he wants,
"I want to be good for you. Please, let me be good for you Daddy."
"Do you want me to touch you, here?" Tony asks, running the tip of his finger
around Peter’s hole.
“Yes, please." He begs.
"How about," he flexes his hand trying to make it easier for Peter to ease back
on him, "you back into it. Help me test a theory about the lubricant's numbing
qualities."
After a moment Peter nods. Biting his lip he braces his hands on his own knees
as he slowly sits back onto the man's hand. He feels Tony’s finger nudge just
against his hole, and he can't bring himself to move back any further. Tony
chuckles at his hesitation. The contact is enough to dissolve the domed head of
their little toy and he presses upward on his own. The lubricant immediately
numbing the sting of penetration. The boy gasps at the intrusion. It feels
incredible. His head falls back and he barely catches the man's eyes. Tony
invites Peter to kiss him, again. His mouth eager to nip and nibble at the
small teen in his lap. He hilts his index finger inside the boy. The rings
around his finger expanding and undulating slowly. It's a feeling like no
other. Peter kisses back eagerly. As much as he's dreamed of Mr. Stark's touch,
he never was brave enough to touch himself back there. The movement of the tiny
rings feel weird until he feels a pressure against a certain spot. The word
prostate floats through his head and he bites the man's bottom lip.
Tony grunts at the mild abuse, "You wanna get rough, baby?"
"I-I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to..." He pants out.
Tony nips back, breaks the kiss and sinks his teeth hard into Peter's throat,
"Now, we're even." Peter cries out at the pain, but it doesn't hurt as much as
it should. His cock leaks precum that dribbles down his thigh and wets the
man's leg beneath him.
Tony chuckles as his finger slowly fucks the kid on his lap, "Oh, if you like
being bitten, then you've found the right guy." This time, he bites down more
slowly. His teeth marking the boy just beneath his ear, a deliciously sensitive
spot where the kid's neck and shoulder meet.
Peter mewls and let's his hand drift down to grip Mr. Stark's thigh under his
own. His hips roll mindlessly into his hand, "Wh-" he struggles to get the
words out, "Why does that feel okay?"
"Because you're a little pervert. Just like your daddy." Tony then sucks the
abused patch of skin— drawing up a red mark as he does so, "When the boys at
school ask what girl left this mark… tell them you're having an affair with
someone older."
"Yes, Daddy." He replies obediently, "What do I tell Aunt May?"
Tony laughs. "I think she'll just be relieved you're getting love from
someone."
He allows the toy inside Peter to further inflate, it even has a mechanism for
lengthening, stretching and preparing the boy, fully.
The way it moves within him is intense. His ass adjusts to accommodate it and
he grips Mr. Stark's leg harder without thinking.
"Ride it," Tony encourages him. It's a struggle, especially without his feet on
the ground, but Peter manages to bend his knees and plant them flat against the
seat of the couch. He braces his arms on the body beneath his and does his best
to move his hips, pulling away from and sinking back onto the toy. Tony can
feel Peter grip the device on his finger. He knows the kid isn't quite open
yet, but is aching to feel that grip on his own cock, "Good job..."
Peter groans. Finding a steady rhythm he moves a little quicker a few times
until one clammy hand slips from it's perch and he drops too fast back onto the
man's hand with a cry, tears prick at the corner of his eyes. Tony leans into
Peter at the whimper. His lips dropping reassuring little kisses along the
boy's shoulder. His free arm holds the kid against him. Making it easier for
him to fuck his augmented finger in and out of Peter's hole, "You're doing so
good, baby. Daddy's so proud."
The tears don't disappear but the praise is enough to get Peter moving again.
He finds purchase once more and digs his nails into the man's skin, just trying
to make sure he doesn't fall again. Tony bites his bottom lip. Searches Peter's
face until their eyes meet. He realizes something terrible. "I've wanted this
since we first met."
He can't help stalling for a moment at that, "Really?"
The toy continues its slow and steady expansion. Tony nods, "Spiderman just
seemed so damn flexible. What grown man wouldn't daydream about having a
bendable little teen speared on the end of his cock?" He bites Peter's
shoulder, gently. Nibbling him playfully. Pervert. Pervert. Pervert.  His cock
has never been so hard.  Not for supermodels.  Not for any of his exes.  Not
for... Pepper.
The boy lets out a small huff of laughter. Although it's not a surprise to
either of them, he says, "I've wanted you too. I've always wanted to be like
you for years, and then when I got older... I wanted you."
Tony smiles. Turns his face into Peter's neck and kisses him, lightly, "You're
so sweet… " his words dust against the smooth skin, there, before Tony licks
him. Hot, thick, and slow. "You wanna ride Daddy's cock?"
"Please, Daddy?" He asks, he'd rather the man fuck him, but right now he's too
delirious with lust to care how he sates it. Tony allows the toy to stretch
faster. Testing whether or not Peter needs more time, "Daddy..." He whines.
"Hurts?" He asks. His finger slowly pushing in and out of the boy as the
inflating rings undulate inside him.
"A little… but it's good." He whispers like a confession.
"Do you ever think about Daddy hurting you? Taking advantage of your invincible
little body?"
"I haven't..." And it's the truth, but he never thought he'd like calling Mr.
Stark “Daddy”, he never thought he'd like to be bitten, "Will you show me?" He
asks, voice dark with arousal.
"Do you like when I bite you?" Tony whispers into Peter's chest as he extracts
his roaming hand and pulls the boy high enough to nudge at his entrance with
the head of his cock.
"Yes, Daddy." He says, hips wriggling at the unfamiliar pressure.
"Sit down," Tony encourages. "I'll hold you."
His breathing stutters and he sits back until the head of Tony Stark's
throbbing cock is putting pressure against his rim and Peter's heart seizes,
"I-I don't know if I can."
Tony helps stand him up. Puts him on the couch, "Lay back."
"Yes, sir." He replies mindlessly, doing as he’s asked and laying his head
against the armrest.
Tony has to remind himself to be gentle. To slow down and ease Peter into
something they've both anticipated for months. "Tell me if I hurt you,” he
starts before looking back at the boy, "...I mean if you don't like it.”
Mr. Stark is just so big. Everything. His broad shoulders and large hands and
fuck, his cock. He outweighs Peter in everything and the boy loves it. He parts
his legs as far as they'll go and allows the man to do what he wants, "I'll
tell you." Peter promises as the man settles between his teen lover's thighs.
Tony plants his hands on both sides of Peter's head, gripping the armrest as he
angles himself against the boy's hole, again. Peter grabs a fistful of the
cushions himself. Fear and pleasure war inside him and he can't talk. The man
reaches back, slides a palm up the back of Peter's left thigh. Presses harder
as he holds the boy's leg out of the way. The head of his cock slides in
against virgin-tight resistance, he wonders if his little toy can swallow him
up.
Tony pauses, "Pain?"
"N-no," Peter says, "just nervous."
The man allows his hips to sink deeper, his arm looping under Peter's kneecap,
holding him open as more inches enter the kid, "God, you’re... so perfect."
His nerves ease as he realizes Mr. Stark's device must've done its job. The
stretch is unusual, but there’s no burn or pain like he’s heard of, "Oh, it
feels so good. You're so big Daddy."
Tony would usually joke about Peter's dirty talk, but with his cock half buried
in the teen, it’s music to his ears. Something he'd gladly hear, every day. He
turns his face, kisses Peter's calf, ardently. The boy’s muscles twitch where
his lips press into skin.
Peter instantly craves more, "Daddy, please… will you kiss me?"
Tony pushes himself deeper in. At the angle he needs to take for a kiss, it's
his only option. The hand on the armrest works its way into Peter's hair. Tugs
his mouth closer for their lips to finally meet. Peter gasps against Tony’s
lips. The angle has the man pressing up into his prostate and he sees stars.
His mouth falls open and the kiss becomes wet and sloppy.
Tony smiles into the kiss. His little boy was truly letting go, truly falling
for him. Sharing himself with Tony in a way he'd never experienced before. He
gently sucks at Peter's bottom lip, introducing teeth after tongue, mixing
sharp sensation with everything else wet and soft. The pleasure-pain
combination is more than enough to make Peter’s cock leak harder. He never knew
sex could be like this. Rough yet caring at the same time… it's amazing. Peter
does his best to press kisses into every part of skin he can reach, Mr. Stark's
lips and cheeks and neck.
"I want you to stay here, tonight," Tony asked while finally rubbing his cock
into Peter, more grinding than stroking. He knew it was unfair to pop any
questions mid-fuck... but the needed to hold the boy all night—to wake up next
to him—he was so overwhelmed by his affection for this child that he couldn't
hold back. The thought about keeping him, pops into Tony's mind.  Keeping
Peter, forever.
"Wh-what should I tell Aunt May?" He asks for the second time this evening. He
knows if anyone can think of a plausible idea that will allow him to remain in
Tony's home for the night, it's the genius who’s currently moving inside of
him.
"Tell Auntie I need your hard, teenage cock in my mouth," Tony chuckles. "Tell
her you're my new lover."
He actually bucks at that. The thought of people knowing that someone as great
as Tony Stark cares enough to want him in this way turns him on so much that he
thinks a simple brush to his cock would have him cumming in an instant.
"Oh, does baby like that?" He bends enough to tuck his face into Peter's neck.
Kisses upward until he's nipping at an earlobe, again, "Do you want to be
mine?"
"Please, Daddy. I want to be yours. I want to belong to you. I want you to own
me." He’s practically babbling incoherently by this point, his arousal is hot
and coiled and ready to snap like a bow string at any moment.
"I'm going to sit up, now," Tony mentions as his other hand slides up the back
of Peter's free thigh. He encourages both legs to bend, pushing both knees up
next to the boy's face. Tony straightens himself out. Begins stroking faster
and longer. Uses the boy's legs as leverage, "Daddy loves fucking you. Can you
take it a little harder, sweetheart?"
"Yes. Yes I can take it." The way his legs are practically folded to his head
is incredible, it feels good to be used. Each thrust of Mr. Stark's hips are
punctuated by a litany of "please" and "Daddy".
Tony's chest flexes. His upper body helping to hold him up as his hips work
harder. He pulls himself from inside Peter only to slide back in, quickly. He
can't stop himself. In. Out. Then completely back in. Hilting himself on every
stroke. He at least manages to ask, "Pain?"
"Yes," He rasps out. The tears have returned. Each thrust feels like it's
spearing his throat but each thrust also hits that bundle of nerves, "but it's
good."
"Oh, baby, feels good for me, too," Tony sighs out while closing his eyes and
tilting his head back. He has one knee in the couch. The other foot on the
floor. Every stroke is slower than he wants. A little more controlled. But he
wants his boy to cum. Wants him to experience desire instead of wilting under a
selfish fuck, "Play with that pretty cock, baby. Show Daddy how you like to be
touched."
His head tilts back down to meet Peter's gaze. His expression is hungry. His
mind addled by lust. Tony rams himself against Peter's prostate. Both of them
at the perfect angle for pleasure.
Peter meets his gaze with his own rival hunger. He stares unashamed as his hand
lightly closes around his own cock, he knows he's going to cum soon so he keeps
his grip loose and stays away from the head. With as much force as he can
muster he says, "Harder, please. Hurt me Daddy."
"Fuck." Tony's face expresses strain as he lets go, only marginally. Tempo
increasing. Their bodies slamming together as he buries himself deeper. "You
want Daddy to hurt you?" He reaches between their bodies to toy with one of
Peter's nipples. Twisting the pebbled flesh as his hips continue to slap
against the boy's.
"Oh," he groans, "yes, yes, hurt me please." His cock is dribbling a steady
stream of precum now and he knows he won't last long, "I-I'm close Daddy." He
says breathless.
Tony lays against Peter. His body holding the boy's legs open between the two
of them. He kisses his boy… full of lust, full of gratitude. Affection fills
him to his brim. His hands reach up to tug at Peter's hair. He yanks at the
dark strands as he bangs both of them senseless. He'd never fucked a hole so
tight. Hadn't fucked a teenager since he was one. He's beyond turned on, "Daddy
wants to cum inside you. Baby, do you like being fucked this hard?"
"Oh I love it so much, it’s so perfect. I want to be able to feel you for
days." Peter starts spewing all the words he's held in for so long, tumbling
out of him, "I want you to fill me up and mark me and claim me and own me. I
want to be yours."
Tony fucks him harder, then. One of the hands that was gripping Peter's hair
claws down the boy's chest. Definitely hard enough to leave a few welts. Tony
even finds himself biting into Peter's throat, again. He knows the wounds won't
last long on the superhero's body... which only encourages him to leave more,
"Beg me. Beg me for more. I'm close, too." He can feel his balls drawing up.
His cock feels so sensitive. So bloated with his impending orgasm.
"Please Daddy. Make me cum. I'll do anything. Touch me, hurt me. Just let me
cum." He pleads, hoping it satisfies the man. His body is folded in half but he
manages to grip his hand at the nape of the man's neck. Fingers dig into the
hair and flesh like a drowning man holding onto a life raft.
Tony touches his forehead to Peter's. Braces the boy's head and neck by tucking
an arm underneath him. He's whimpering. The sound of pleasure dribbling out of
him just like his gushing precum. He shakes as he speaks. "Fuck.... baby.
Daddy's gonna cum. You're gonna make Daddy cum. You feel so fucking good. Oh,
shit,"
He can feel himself finally letting go. His pistoning hips slamming to a rather
painful halt as he unloads inside Peter's virgin-tight hole. "Oh, Daddy's
cumming." His voice continues to tremble as his flesh twitches hard. He can
feel his abundant release dribbling out around his cock and he hasn't even
stopped shooting, yet. He hisses out the only words that come to mind. "God, it
feels so good to pump my little boy's asshole full. Take it, baby. Take Daddy's
load."
Peter’s tight walls are flooded with hot cum and it's such an unfamiliar
sensation, he isn't sure how it feels. Weird is the best word he can find, but
the look on Mr. Stark's face makes it worth it. He'd do anything to cause that
look again. With a swipe over his slit he's cumming between them, soaking both
their bodies with his first orgasm with a partner.
With their faces so close Peter can see every fleck of color in Tony's hazel
eyes. He arches up again and captures the man's lips as best he can in his post
orgasm haze. Tony only hopes the kid doesn’t notice or won’t mention how he
whimpers into the kiss. Once he’s finally done spending he can’t help but to
collapse on the small body beneath him. A body that has been through so much
and continues to thrive. Peter could take a little crushing weight from a grown
man, he might even like it. "Baby, you were so fucking good."
Peter’s so tired, so wrung out, and Mr. Stark's weight just makes everything
blurrier. He takes as deep a breath as his body can with the man on top of him
and he feels compelled to murmur, "So were you... thank you."
Tony wraps both arms around the smaller body. Kisses the boy's jaw. "Go ahead
and drop your legs. I don't care what gets on the couch." He presses his lips
against Peter's, then. Overwhelmed by how much he wants this child, loves him,
"My baby boy."
***** Chapter 2 *****
              I don't show it but I quiver whenever you come near
             And I cannot decipher between the thrill and the fear
           I want to stop but I like it too much to let it stop here
                       It's wrong but I want you tonight
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Peter drops his legs, he didn't even realize he still had them up. He can feel
the fluids still dripping out of him and the soft cock in his newly abused hole
makes him feel ...complete? When Tony’s lips touch his own he kisses back with
all the strength his body has left. But when he hears the words spoken with
such emotion from the man, his heart swells and he can't contain the salty
tears that slip silently down his face.
Tony's always felt awkward about tears. He gives the boy a sympathetic look
before reaching up to wipe his face, "Ah, come on, baby. What am I supposed to
do when you cry on me?" Though his face does twitch with a short-lived smile.
It feels good to be the focus of all the boy's teenage hormones and emotions.
The passion in Peter Parker is endearing. Tony leans in for another light kiss,
"Felt good, baby?"
Peter does his best to reign his emotions in. Wipes his eyes with the back of
his hands before he is kissed again. He doesn't want to seem immature in front
of Mr. Stark. Taking a shuddering breath he mumbles, "It was amazing, sir."
"Sir?" Tony chuckles. "Don't you think having my dick in your ass puts us on
first name basis?"
He blushes and drops his gaze, "Thank you, Tony."
It feels weird. Weirder than calling the man daddy, even. It's weirder still
that Tony’s so casual about what they just did, as though it didn't change
everything. Even Peter can't quite place what it's changed but he knows nothing
will be the same now that his love is out in the open, that thought causes him
to panic inside. Does Tony not feel the same way? Will he be a nuisance, from
now on? Always anticipating more when all the man laying on his exhausted body
wanted was an easy fuck?
"So, are you going to call your aunt? Let her know Mr. Stark is working you to
the bone and you're spending the night?"

Tony finally sits up. Lets both of his feet touch the ground beneath them. He
slides an arm around Peter's waist and drags him onto his lap. Pulls the
smaller boy to lay against his chest.  The arc reactor is warm against Peter's
back.  He summons a hologram screen to float in front of them. Aunt May's
picture and number hovering in front of their faces.
"M-maybe we could get cleaned up first?" He feels weird calling his aunt here,
laying in Mr. St- no, Tony, in Tony's lap. Despite his words he lets his head
rest against the reactor, a gentle hum in his ear.
"Call Peter's Aunt," Tony tells his home's computer system.  The photo of her
face enlarges and the ringing begins.  Tony slides an arm around Peter and
holds him tight. He kisses the back of the boy's neck and Peter's eyes go wide.
He turns his head sharply to ask the man if he's crazy when May answers.
"Oh, um... hi Mr. Stark. Is Peter ok?" May says with a hint of shyness in her
voice.
The boy settles for pinching his mentor's arm and tries not to lean into the
man's still traveling kisses. It's even worse having her photo right there but
he has to answer, "H-hi Aunt May it's Peter..."
Tony silently licks the nape of Peter's neck before saying, "Peter and I are
just balls deep in a project and, if you don't mind, I can have him bunk here
once we're done and just drop him off tomorrow night in time for a good night's
rest before school on Monday."

As he spoke, his hands slid over Peter's belly. The other one suddenly began
toying with the boy's right nipple.
Peter nearly chokes at the implication and quite literally bites his knuckles
when the hand touches his chest, he tries to keep his head straight. Tony just
won't stop, but two can play this game, "Yeah. It's a really hard one," he
rolls his hips back into the thick cock underneath him, "I don't know how long
it'll take for both of us to finish."
Tony sucks in a breath. The sound sharp but not very loud.  He pinches Peter's
sweet little nipple harder as May says how glad she is that Peter is safe and
allowed to stay with Tony.  She then says good night and Tony responds, "I'll
tuck him in, myself."
"Goodnight Aunt May." And he tries to keep the whine from his voice as much as
possible, which is hard considering how high pitched it already is. The call
ends and he collapses back on the other man, "Why did you do that to me?"
Tony frots against Peter's ass. Precum already smearing the head of his pulsing
cock.
"Exhibitionist. Quickest way to get me hard and back inside this perfect little
hole."  He's already tugging on Peter to maneuver him onto his erection.
Peter squeaks, "Mr. Stark!" As his body is pulled over the head of that large,
throbbing cock. He loves how strong the man is and how easily he's able to move
his smaller body.
Tony moans directly in Peter's ear as the boy sinks onto him. His breath is hot
and wet. He lightly grazes his tongue along the shell of Peter's ear. "You feel
so fucking good, baby." He lays back on the couch, pulling the boy on top of
him, and immediately starts to grind his hips. Fucking the boy gently though
deep.
The moan in addition to the sudden intrusion is enough to make Peter's thin
erection curve up towards his belly. It feels different, arching backwards over
the man's chest. He settles his head in the crook of Tony's neck and gives a
soft kiss just under his ear. The pressure inside him is so different too, he's
so deep. Peter whispers, "Daddy, I can feel you in my throat."
"You keep talking like that and Daddy's gonna cum."
"I want you to cum inside me." He's already wet and sloppy from the cum and
lube of the last fuck but it's a feeling he's slowly growing to love. Being
open and waiting for his daddy to use him whenever he wants. An object to be
fucked into at Tony's pleasure.

He's fully seated and he grinds up, moving his hips in a circular motion,
trying to brush that perfect cock against his prostate.
"Whore," Tony moans against Peter's ear.

He rocks counter to the boy.  His aching thickness dragging along Peter's inner
walls.
The boy gasps as precum oozes, the words going straight to his cock. He reaches
a hand back and grips Tony's hair.
"Oh, babe..." he groans as Peter fucks against him. "Fuck yeah, baby.  Ride
it."
He bends his knees and plants his feet on either side of the man's knees. He
does his best to drop his weight down and spear himself on Tony's thick, cock.
He tries several angles but he can't find his prostate and he's becoming
frustrated.
Tony can sense the frustration. Revels in it. "You want Daddy to flip you over,
don't you?"
"Yes, please, oh please." He's begins mindlessly, he needs to cum. He needs
that spot to be hit.
"Or better yet..." Tony sits them up and scoots his bottom to the edge of the
couch. He pulls Peter off of himself. Urges the boy to stand and straddle him
again so they're facing one another. His hands grip Peter's thighs hard as the
kid settles back down.  "Fall back. All the way to the floor. Put your hands
flat on the ground like you're going to do a handstand."
Peter's rational mind wants to question it but it's far outweighed by the lust
coursing through him. He's desperate and he sits on Tony's thighs as he leans
backwards, planting his hands on the ground. The move is simple for someone
with his flexibility and he allows his palms to grip the floor with his powers
so he won't slide.
Tony stands. With his legs still bent, he thrusts into the boy. His entire
length sliding hard against the wet flesh where Peter's prostate lay. Applying
heavy, sustained pressure on that glorious collection of nerves with every slow
grind of his hips.
Peter's lucky his hands are stuck to the ground because if not he would've
fallen the moment Tony pushes inside. It's bliss, heavenly. Finally, his
prostate is not only hit but the attention to that little bundle is relentless.
He could practically cry from joy, he begs, "Oh, Daddy. Please, harder. Fuck me
harder."
Tony is barely cautious about giving in. It's far too easy to forget that he's
Peter's first. He leans back, still standing. He focuses on thrusting furiously
between narrow hips. Pounding Peter with his cum-slick shaft until he can feel
his orgasm starting to build.  He's can barely stop himself from growling.
It's amazing, perfect. The boy brings one hand over and grips the ankle next to
his head which is jostling against the bottom of the couch. His fingers tighten
and he grunts at every bashing thrust. "Hurt me. Please. Like before," Peter
begs through staccato breaths.
"Hurt you?"
"Please, hurt me. Do anything. I'm close, Daddy." He pleads.
Tony digs his fingernails into Peter's hips as his own hips begin to
painfully saw the boy's petite body apart.  Tony's rarely been so hard. So raw
and unconfined. He feels like every ounce of his genius melts from his brain
the moment he thinks of Peter nude.  The moment he touches the boy.  He'd fuck
this kid pregnant if he could.  His dick pulses thick, creamy precum as his
balls draw up in preparation to coat Peter's ravaged insides.
"Yesssss." Tony hears the child hiss in pleasure. The pain is glorious and
Peter feels his own balls draw up. The assault on his body is so thorough,
there's not a part of him that doesn't feel claimed by this man. He's so close,
that spot inside him burning pleasure through him on each thrust, just a few
more strokes and he could cum.
Tony drains himself empty inside of Peter. Cock twitching uncontrollable though
gripped tight.  He repeatedly demands that Peter cum for "Daddy" as he fucks
out the last few drops.
Peter cums, white ropes spill out of his cock and across his body. Dripping
down his chest and onto his face. He squeezes his eyes shut as hot cum starts
to slide into them.
Tony encourages Peter to climb back up. Is amazed when Peter folds himself back
upright with Tony only holding his thighs. He allows the boy to drape arms over
his shoulders while he tugs him into a kiss. His cock is still half hard and
thrumming with the aftershocks of orgasm inside the boy.
Peter kisses him blindly, eyes still screwed up and he can taste his own semen
on their lips. He's practically limp against the other man, all his efforts are
concentrated on holding himself up and their kiss. His mind is in post-orgasm
bliss.
Tony falls back on the couch, seating himself because exhaustion is starting to
make his limbs tremble. He doesn't think much before he's dragging his tongue
up the side of Peter's neck and face. Swallowing the boy's load hungrily.

He does pause after. Tony looks at Peter's face and takes in the smattering of
cum and the wide lanes of his own saliva. "Oh, I..." Shame lights his cheeks
bright red. A robot arm drops into view holding a towel.  Tony cringes.
Suddenly remembering this is Peter's first time and he's only fifteen.

"I'm sorry. That's... probably too weird for you."
"Please, sir. To be fair, I have no idea what I'm doing or what's weird or not.
But if you like it... I  like making you happy." He says, blushing himself
slightly. It's the truth though.
"What, you like seeing a billionaire genius go primal and lick your face like a
little pup?"
He thrills at the words, somehow, but doesn't know how to describe that he just
likes anything that makes the man smile. Instead he just mumbles, "Yes."
Tony hugs Peter. The cum against Peter's belly smearing against his own. "I
like seeing you beg to cum."
Peter falls into the older man's comforting embrace. He's exhausted and sticky
but it's nice to be held. He thinks he loves Tony... but he'd never dare say
it. There's a muffled sound of, "Oh yeah?" against his neck where his face is
pressed.
"Let's hop in the shower, kid," Tony suggests as he finally allows himself to
slide out of Peter.  He can feel cum sliding onto his lap as the boy
dribbles. "No hanky panky. You've wrung your old man dry."
Peter uses the offered towel to try to wipe the remaining cum from his face so
he can at least see where he's going. Standing up, he smiles down at him,
knowing he looks like a mess but Tony does too so it's okay. He can't help
winking and saying, "Okay, Daddy."

Tony finally manages to take a few deep breaths and force himself off the
couch. A robot trundles over with leather spray and towels, obviously ready to
take up the task of cleaning up behind them. Another robot stands to the side
holding a newspaper with front page news about a flying pirate sinking ships, a
pack of cigarettes, and a bottle of scotch.  It looks on with disappointment as
Tony leads Peter out of the room.
Tony walks Peter to an elevator that takes them to his living quarters. Along
the way, Peter holds onto Tony's hand, tight.  He leans into him on the
elevator and clings to him as they arrive on the floor where Tony's room is, as
though the man may disappear if he lets go.
Tony can't keep his eyes off Peter. He loves how smooth the boy is.  Loves his
little, pert ass. His toned thighs. God, his fucking abs.

Tony reaches down, drags a finger over each pocket of muscle on Peter's torso.

"You sexy little thing..." he murmurs appreciatively.
Peter can't help but lean more deeply into the touch. It's like fire across his
skin, fuck, he can never get enough of this man. He threads his fingers through
Tony's once the man is done mapping out his body. Peter doesn't know how to
thank him for taking care of him, satisfying him in a way he didn't even know
was possible. He mumbles a, "thank you," but it feels inadequate.
Tony drags Peter out of the elevator and pushes his body up against the cold
steel once the doors close.  He holds his warm flesh against Peter's front.
Kisses him deeply.

"You never have to thank me for giving you sex and money, baby. Those things
come easy for a guy like me."
The kiss of the cold metal to his back shocks him in contrast to Tony's warmth,
he feels his cock trying to stir between them. He's still so wrung out he can
only manage to stiffen a little. Still, he wants to show his gratitude, "It's
not just the sex, and I don't care about money..." How does he explain to
someone like Tony who has the world at his feet? "Just... thank you for taking
care of me, for being kind to me."
Tony meets Peter's eyes. Searches his face for a moment before leaning in for a
softer kiss.

"Thank you for letting me into your life. You're a brilliant kid and I can't
wait to show you off to the world... in three years, I mean."
The taboo of what they are doing might be enough to make his cock fill, had he
not been caught off guard by the man's other words, "You... you want to be seen
with me?"
"You're my little jailbait baby," Tony licks at Peter's throat. "I wanna kiss
you at a press conference on your eighteenth birthday.  Let them wonder if it's
my first time coming onto you or not."
His head falls back and he gives more access. One hand tightens in Tony's hair.
"Do y- um... Do you want me to act the surprised virgin?"
"Oh, roleplay, kiddo? Do you wanna act the surprised virgin, tonight? Getting
felt up by your horny old dad?"

He bites down. Knows that Peter's healing powers will keep May from seeing what
a mess he's made of her nephew.
"T-tonight?" He squeaks. He was just planning on playing the part for the
cameras later but, oh. His blood is rushing south... why does the idea appeal
to him? It isn't too far off the mark anyway, "I-I practically am a virgin.
Wouldn't be very different than myself anyway... is that what you want?" He
holds back on calling him Daddy for now.
"You're sound asleep in my oversized bed and there's a hand creeping up your
pretty thigh...."

Tony fondles the boy as he pulls him away from the elevator. Drags him toward
the showers.  "Daddy's always hard for baby and he's kept it to his
fantasies.... but tonight... baby's irresistible."
Peter follows but he's not sure what to do. They're not acting it out but...
the words have an affect of their own and he grows hard under the man's palm.
He has his own fantasies... things he thought he'd never share with a partner
but... if anyone won't shun him for them, it's Tony. And given current events
the man may even be into it...

"His baby wants Daddy so much too. He doesn't understand why but he likes it
when Daddy helps him get dressed or shower when he needs it..." Biting his lip
he wonders if he should go on, before he just goes for it anyway, "Baby doesn't
even know what sex is, doesn't know what to ask for, but he knows he likes it
when Daddy touches him." He hopes he didn't go too far.
Tony bites his bottom lip.  Moans. "Oh, Peter, where have you been my whole
life?"  He runs a loving hand through the boy's hair before continuing with a
shrug. "I mean, not born yet.  But you get the point."
He nuzzles into the affectionate hand and jokes, "You're not turned off by
imagining me younger, huh?"
Tony licks his lips.  Stares at Peter for a bit.  He's grinning slightly as if
the game appeals... But he doesn't know what to say. He settles on, "Not turned
off by the idea, no. You're perfect as you are. Will be more and more
attractive as you age."
Peter's own thoughts seem to catch him off guard. He likes imagining being
touched by someone like Tony no matter how old he pretends to be. He
feels taken aback by his own fantasy... but not as shocked as he should be? He
supposes, given what they've already done, the age difference is a kink for
both of them. He's not sure how to feel at the revelation but, it they're both
happy and consenting, even if not legal, how could it hurt to indulge a little
more? It's not like Peter is actually still a little boy, "Do you want that?
You wish your baby was actually still a baby?"
Tony Stark... whimpers.  There's strain around his eyes as he whispers.
"...first day of kindergarten, tomorrow, and Daddy's so proud of you."

He kisses Peter's forehead sweetly. His movements suddenly cautious.

Close to Peter's ear, he asks, "How old were you in kindergarten?"
"Five..." He breathes back. The air feels heavy and he's hypersensitive to
every look, every touch. The thought of this, of being this young with Mr.
Stark as his guardian, guiding him through life. It's almost too much.
"Five," Tony nods. Satisfied as he stares into Peter's eyes. Another smile
quirks his lips, "Daddy wants to take care of you."
"Please, Daddy?" He asks as if he might not get it. There's something in Tony's
gaze though, something weighted that Peter can't bare to dwell on right now.
"I want this so bad... to really be there for you like nobody ever was for
m..." Tony sucks in a breath. The fantasy is too real.  Makes him feel too raw.
He's never truly imagined it before, but the idea gets to him. He changes the
topic to stem off his temptation to sin further. "Let's get cleaned up."
"I want that too. I want you so much. ...but yeah.  A shower sounds nice." He's
fallen hard for the man and lets him lead him into the bathroom.
Almost every surface in Tony's restroom is transparent. In fact, the entire
house is shining steel and polished glass. Peter's taken aback by how he's
never felt out of place or alone between such stark, cold walls. With all the
glowing surfaces and ambient lighting, walking through the older man's home
feels like being lost inside a gigantic computer.
Tony advises Peter to watch his step and not run into a wall or trip over a
low-sitting fixture.  He waves his hand along a holo-display and a shower
starts a few feet away.  He takes the boy's hand and guides him directly into
the stream.
The water feels amazing and he realizes how sore his joints are from their...
exertions. His muscles loosen under the warm stream and he lets out a small
moan unintentionally at the feeling.
Tony stands behind the boy. Wraps his arms around him as the scented waterfall
froths around them both. He props his chin on the crown of Peter's head.  His
arms crisscrossed over Peter's chest as he holds the boy close.

"Are you guys done growing at fifteen?" He murmurs into his 'sons' hair as he
kisses the boy's scalp.  "Because I'll absolutely lose my shit if you grow
taller than me."
He chuckles at that, "I don't think I'll get much taller no... but who knows."
And, turning around but trying not to put any distance between them, he gives
Tony a playful smirk.
Tony kisses Peter's shoulder and continues to just hold him close.  He felt so
strongly for this boy when they first met. Protective and full of... something
he didn't want to name. He told himself it was a fatherly interest. A deep
sense of platonic love for a child that needed a mentor.
Peter tucks his head under Tony's chin and rests his ear on the older man's
chest. He can hear the arc Reactor hum along with the steady beat of
Tony's heart, it's a soothing rhythm in contrast with his own which is beating
rapidly.
Tony silently pulls away from Peter after holding him for a few minutes.  He
rounds the shorter body and gently washes the boy's back. Not at all shy about
how low his fingers dip as he washes.
Peter sighs. It's a quiet intimacy between them, not like the frantic urgency
of earlier, and he loves it just as much. He also loves just being able to
admire Tony's body without fear of getting caught.  He turns, forcing Tony to
face him again.  Hungrily, Peter lets his eyes skim past the reactor, down his
stomach, to his cock, then back to his face.
"You like what you see?" Tony asks as he stands up a bit straighter. Flexing.
Showing off.  Preening.
Peter blushes, "You're so handsome."
“I'm so glad you think so," Tony chuckled at the boy.  "You're pretty easy on
the eyes, too, kid."
He blushes harder at that, "Th-thanks."
Tony's still flaccid. Relaxed from head to toe as the boy stands nervous before
him.  He lathers up his hands and scrubs down Peter's chest, toying with his
nipples as he passes them up for a chance to massage taut abs.

"God, you're built like a machine..." Tony muses. "Perfectly symmetrical.
Rigid. Balanced."
Peter's breath hitches. With the kind words and the attention to his nipples,
his cock starts to show interest again.
"I want you to do me a favor, baby."
"What is it?"
Tony drops to his knees in front of the boy.  He lathers his hands, again.
Reaches out to grip Peter as he looks up into his "sons" face.

"Try not to cum."
No. No there's no way, Tony wouldn't... In that moment Peter does feel very
small, "Daddy?" He asks tentatively.
Tony tugs at Peter's cock. Uses it to urge the boy closer so the waterfall will
rinse all the soap from his skin. "Don't worry, baby.  Daddy just wants a
taste."
Being pulled by his cock is... different. Yet, today has been a day for
different. There's so much to take in, that he isn't sure how he feels about
all of it. Yet, he can't deny right now he's almost fully hard and Tony Stark
is on his knees! He has to shut his eyes when the water hits his face and he
whines, wanting to see the man.
Eagerly, Tony slips his lips over the clean & polished head of Peter's underage
cock. He moans as his lips work only the glans.
It's one of the most amazing things he's ever felt. He doesn't know how his
cock was able to get hard again after everything but here he is. He tosses his
head back, the water still sprays over his face, his hair hanging wet and limp,
and a broken moan is pulled from his throat.
Tony loves making the kid hard. He waves his fingers toward the holo-display
outside the shower and the stream of water stops. He moves to stand. His tongue
sliding up Peter's belly and chest until they're kissing again.

"You're delicious..." he whispers before locking their mouths together, again.
He kisses him hard, fingers thread into Tony's hair and he steps out of the
spray so they're flush together. He frotts against the man's stomach, cock
aching between them.
Tony moans into Peter's mouth, aroused by the kid's eagerness. "You can't cum,
baby... I have plans for you."
He lets out a pitiful whimper. He's so hard. He looks up at his daddy through
his lashes, does his best to beg prettily, "Please, please let me cum."

"Isn't a five year old too young to ask Daddy to make him cum?" Tony's
whispering directly into Peter's ear.  He fondles between the boy's legs. Their
chests pressed together. "Who's made you cum, before? Is it a teacher that's
spanked your little bottom at school til you're hard and rubbing this pretty
dick on his lap?  Maybe a stranger at the park with candy and a hard cock they
wanted you to suck like a lollipop."
Good God Peter's going to cum. He bites his lip and tries to think of anything
else to turn him off but it's too late. With the hand on his cock and the
thought of being used by other men his cock swells and paints the both of them
with sticky spend. He shakes from the force of the orgasm and his knees give
out until he's laying against Tony, but he's also terrified... he disobeyed the
man. He looks up with wide, fearful eyes.
Tony idly cleans his hand with his tongue while meeting Peter's apprehensive
stare.
"D-daddy?" He finally asks, his voice quiet, almost ashamed.
Tony smiles. Presses his semi-hard cock against Peter's ebbing arousal.  "I
asked you to hold back, baby..."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He's nervous but Tony's smiling. He doesn't know if
that's good or bad.
"How does one punish the most adorable little boy in the whole wide world?"

Tony gestures for the shower to start again.  He takes his time cleaning Peter
off, "Should I give baby a time out under my desk, next time I go to work?"
The idea is appealing, more than Peter thought it would be. He imagines being
folded under the large, wooden desk, keeping his Daddy's cock warm. But, "Won't
someone see us?"
"Possibly," Tony whispers as he finally drags Peter out of the shower.
"But we'll get in trouble. Big trouble."
"Even on take your...." Tony drapes a towel over Peter's shoulders.  Pulls him
in using the terry cloth and kisses his lips gently. Sharing the taste of the
fifteen year old's cum between them. "...daughter to work day?"

One of his hands slides down Peter's back.  His fingers rest between the boy's
cheeks.  "I'm sure my board will understand a man needing a little teen pussy,
every now and then."
Tasting himself on the other is like touching heaven. But the words catch him
off guard... he's not really sure what to think of them. The only times words
like that have been said to him were when the bullies around school would taunt
him; calling him fag, pussy, bitch, but it's not venomous when it's from Tony's
mouth. Still, he'd been teased relentlessly for his small frame and squeaky
voice his whole life... and it probably won't stop through the rest of high
school. He rests his head on Tony's shoulder as he ponders the idea.
"I'm putting too much on you all at once," Tony admits. He's just so happy to
be around someone that wants more than feverish missionary and a paycheck.
Someone who truly seems to adore him. Wants to please him because it makes them
happy instead of simply placating a billionaire until he forks over fame or
fortune.
"N-No..." He says hesitant, "I just... I want to make you happy..."
"Oh, I'm extremely happy, right now.  The only thing that could make this
better is fucking your ass at least one more time after dinner."
He groans, cock twitching valiantly but unable to get hard yet, "I'm not even
sure if I'll be able to get hard later. I've cum so much today."
"I'll gladly take my pleasure while you're all tired out... your body limp and
exhausted underneath me as I pump one more load into you."
And there it is again... that boiling lust. The thought of being used makes it
rise and he can't understand why. He feels a muted shame that this is the thing
that spikes his blood. It's wrong. He's wrong inside for wanting this. But
fuck, he wants this so much, "Okay..." He breathes, pupils dilating.
Tony laughs. No hint of derision present. "You're a delight."
"S-so you want to have dinner?" He's not sure why this, out of everything
they've done, makes him nervous. Perhaps because he might be expected to
actually talk.
Tony's smile only broadens. "You scared daddy's going to ask you about your
plans for college over a plate of chicken shawarma?"
He just shrugs, casting his eyes down, "It's all so new... I don't know what
I'm doing."
"You're dating the world's hottest billionaire. Soak it in. Enjoy it," Tony
insists as he leads Peter out of the bathroom.
He blushes at that. The man is so unashamed it's astounding, but that cockiness
makes him feel a little more confident in what they're doing, regardless of the
legalities. He follows the man as he always has and always will.
Tony's bed doesn't necessarily need to glow. Nor does it need to float ...but
when one's date is a teenage boy, why not make a "come here" gesture to have
one's mattress fly to the bathroom door to "pick them up" on its way back to
the center of the room? Tony simply climbed onto the soft, glowing coverlet
before dragging Peter down on top of him.
It's a shock, there's no doubt about that. The man has always known how to be
dramatic and make a presentation, he laughs as he's pulled down, "A flying
bed?" He snickers.
"You chuckle, now, but when I've got you holding a handstand during a fuck,
you'll be glad to just prop your feet on the ceiling."
He stomach does a backflip at that. He rests his body against the lean muscle
of the man, "What happened to dinner?"
"On its way. Pepper knows I have company and she'll leave enough for both of us
in the sitting room, soon."
He balks, "She's okay with this?" He asks surprised.
Tony expresses exaggerated shock. "Why wouldn't she be? You're a consenting
adult in... some part of the developed world."
"I guess it's more she knows you're with someone else." He looks away, feeling
guilty for not even thinking of Pepper before. But... if she's okay... there's
no reason to feel bad right?
Tony stares at Peter for a moment. Still lying underneath the smaller body.
"Ah... you mean Pepper as my not-quite-girlfriend, not Pepper as my employee or
perhaps a responsible adult that would frown upon where I stuck my cock,
today".
"Perhaps I should be more concerned about her turning us in." He tucks his head
into the man's shoulder. He feels so safe here, so cared for. He hates that
this love he has is considered wrong by most people, on more than one level.
"She wants me happy. Happy wants you happy. They'll... likely grudgingly,
support this," Tony reassures him. He scratches the boy's shoulders and kisses
his forehead. He doesn't want to admit that this isn't the worst thing he's
done. Until recently, Pepper and Happy supported him in nearly, though
inadvertently, destroying the world. The topic is too heavy for the moment and
he won't break either of their moods.
Peter smiles and angles his face so he can kiss under the man's jaw. He trusts
Tony knows what he's doing, "Okay."
***** Chapter 3 *****
                 It was not my own volition but I fell in deep
               By running the distance I'd been advised to keep
                     I trot to the wolf as a doting sheep
                       It's wrong but I want you tonight
===============================================================================
                                        
 
"How do you feel about a trip?" Tony asks as he caresses Peter's shoulder. The
boy laying on top of him is the finest experience he's had in nearly a decade.
Perhaps his whole life, he can't remember the last time he was this comfortable
and happy in another person's company. 

"A trip?" Peter asks, puzzled.

"Private island. Robot servers. No risk of reporters or any other exposure... a
private beach for just the two of us."
Tony makes the request unfair by sliding a palm against Peter's ass. He nips
lightly at the boy's neck, "I'm never going to meet someone more intelligent or
more attractive than you. I've been bored for decades and you challenge me.
Improve me. Maybe it's a little too early to speak of a future...."
He licks Peter's throat. Moaning into his skin. Dinner still at the back of his
mind but nowhere near the surface.

Peter can't believe his words. He pulls back to seek out the trick in Tony's
face but... but he finds none. He wants to spew a declaration of love but he
doesn't want the older man to think of him as a stupid child.
"Y-you really want to do that with me?" It feels like his heart is trembling in
his chest but he tries to match Tony's measured tone, "I'd like that very
much," he smiles, "I think if we said it's for the internship, Aunt May might
let me go over the summer... you know, i-if that works for you..."

"How long would she let you go? ...two months?"
Tony's already rearranging his entire year in his head. If he takes absolutely
zero vacations outside of their summer trip, he would only need to leave the
boy's side for the equivalent of a week. Considering how likely the pair of
them are to discover new products for his company while bullshitting under palm
trees, he wouldn't even need to write the whole Summer off. Ah, he'd need to
officially hire the boy if Pepper hadn't already kept him on the payroll. All
their hero duties had been written up as contract work. One "project" at a
time.

"If I say it's important work for the internship I think she'd let me go as
long as you want, as long as I get to see her a little bit this summer." How
wonderful would it be? No need to worry about hiding, no need to worry about
anything. Just the two of them enjoying each other, getting to know each other.
Maybe Tony thinks it's too early to talk of a future but Peter can't help
fantasizing about the to of them spending the rest of their lives together.
He's never been in love before but love it's the only way he has to describe
the way he feels towards the man.
"We can fly home a few times for her to see you," Tony reassures him. He's
still squeezing the kid's bottom and only firms his grip once he realizes it,
"You can video chat every night."

Peter smiles, grateful at how accommodating the man is, "Okay. Thank you Tony."

"Anything for you, baby," he coos as he puckers up for another kiss, "...don't
leave me hanging."

He brings a small hand up to grip under Tony's jaw, he kisses him soft but with
a passion he can't put into words.

Tony's immediately taken aback by his lover's intensity. He feels it. Soft,
deep, and slow like someone with true confidence in the longevity of their
match. A kiss that expresses having all the time in the world. No desperation.
No fear.
He likes it.

Peter pulls away and looks into the man's eyes, "I care about you so much, it's
like I can barely breathe when I'm away from you." He stares with a seriousness
he doesn't normally feel.

Tony can't help but feel a blush creep up his neck. Warm his cheeks, "Oh...
come on... I... I can't top that level of poetry."

The boy laughs at the unusual display of uncomfortableness, the next kiss he
presses is lighter than the last.

Tony wonders if he's being fair. He's always been selfish. ...but this boy will
experience the world in a way he never could, elsewhere or with anyone else.
It's okay to be with Peter, right? Isn't his attention a gift? Isn't that
narcissistic? Tony deepens the kiss, himself. Wrapping his free arm across
Peter's shoulders and pulling him into it.

Peter shifts his hips and gasps into the kiss as their cocks brush together. He
does it again more purposeful this time.

"Little tart," Tony complains as the pleasure jutts through him. They're
supposed to be eating!

"Do you want me to stop?" Peter asks, as he does it again.

Tony snaps his teeth next to Peter's ear. A warning.

The younger man moves away, cock half hard. The snap is surprising, it's...
animalistic. He feels like a cub who's been scolded.

Tony moans with relief. "Dinner first. Then play. Or a nap, then play." He
yawns as if to punctuate the remark.

Peter laughs a little, his grin devious. "Isn't it too late for a nap? If we
sleep now we will be up all night..."

Tony cuts his eyes over to Peter. Takes in the sly grin. "You tart." He says
again.

"That's why you l-" he cuts himself off, he doesn't want to make the man
uncomfortable, "like me. Why you like me."

Tony sits up, crawling over to Peter with a grin in his face. He pulls the boy
into his arms. Bites into his shoulder. "I like you for a lot of reasons.
...not only because you keep me hard twenty-four, seven."

He moans lewdly at the bite, knowing it will rile the older man. He lets his
tongue trace the shell of Tony's ear, "I like you a lot too." He whispers. They
aren't the words he wants to say, but for now they're enough.

Tony shudders at the noise. Why did something so perfect have to arrive in such
a young package? The world would never believe he's here, in this bed, falling
hard for a teenager because the boy genuinely completes him.
"Dinner," Tony begs. His voice strained with the desire to stay wrapped around
or even melt inside Peter. "Dinner, ok?"

Peter rolls off the man. It's just too tempting to stay wrapped in the embrace.
But still, he settles himself on the bed next to him, curled into his side,
"Okay."

Tony stands. Nude and fully erect. "I'm going to get dressed..."
He searches his closet for underwear and tosses Peter silk pajama pants.

He doesn't mind staring at the older man like that. His body is so perfect,
lean and muscled. But he shakes from those thoughts and pulls on the silk
pants. They feel amazing and he makes sure to keep then slung low on his hips
so his pelvic V would show, "So what's for dinner?"

Tony calls out to his automated system. The room announces Korean bbq and
begins to list a multitude of relevant sides before he interrupts it with a
"Thank you."
He perks a brow at Peter for approval.

"Wow..." He says in wonder, "I feel like we'd never even have to leave here. Is
there anything this place can't do?"

"It can't hang upside down from a lamppost in a skintight suit while showing
off a perfectly toned ass... but I'm working on it." Tony slides into his black
and red briefs, a nod to Spiderman's aesthetic, and adjusts his still hard cock
before walking out of his bedroom. He gestures for Peter to follow.

He chuckles and stares at the man's ass move as he follows him, the briefs
clinging tight. He can't remember ever feeling so happy in his life.

Tony lures Peter over to a breakfast table near the window in the sitting room
just outside his bedroom. He pulls a chair out for the boy and politely kisses
his forehead before taking his own seat. The simple domesticity fills
Peter with warmth. He knows he has a smile on his face that just won't go away,
but he doesn't care and he doesn't want it to go away. Everything feels so
light and he looks at his lover with so much joy, he wants to just jump across
the table and kiss him.

Tony grins into the food as he serves it. He's so used to money-hungry adults
trying to play it cool. Such open adoration is new. It makes him feel giddy and
even a little embarrassed. "Well don't you look pleased as a pup."

"I'm sorry," he tries to school his expression back into something more mature,
"I still just can't believe how lucky I am to have found you."

"I found YOU and take full credit for that discovery. You're welcome," he
snickers as he leans over the small table to finish serving Peter. He settles
into his seat with toes playfully tickling at the boy's feet. "Best day of m...
I'm glad you agreed to help us out."

Smiling a little more again he says, "I'm glad you found me." He takes a bite
of the food and does his best not to moan at how good it is.

Tony does moans. Openly. "Oh, this is fucking magical."

"The food?" He asks, taking another bite, "I'd be inclined to agree with you."

"Definitely the food. ...unless something else in the room feels like magic to
you...?" Tony waggles his brow. Showing off his cheesy humor like any old dad
would.

The boy ducks his head, "It's very magical." Is all he says before returning to
his dish.

They eat in silence for a while. Comfortable together. Tony gently slides the
inside of his ankle against Peter's calf. Too eager to ever stop touching the
boy.

Peter presses his leg into the touch, scoots his chair closer so the man can
reach higher up if he wants. He finishes his plate and a robot hand comes down
and takes it away to be cleaned.

Tony glances at Peter as he takes his last bite. He swallows, "Nap or no?"

He is tired, considers it, then looks back at the older man, "What would you
prefer?"

"Nap."

He's a little disappointed but tries not to let it show. He smiles, "Okay."
Tony stands. His arousal still evident beneath the tight briefs. He wants this
boy. Knows a lazy five minutes of sleep will evolve into a night of passion.

Peter stands too and walks over to take Tony's hand, thrilling as how much
larger it is than his own. He strokes his thumb along the weathered knuckles.

Tony clasps Peter's hand. Fingers between each digit. He pulls the shorter body
against his own. Breathes heavily into the boy's ear before taking a light
nibble of flesh. "Daddy can't resist you. ...my little teenage slut. Did you
walk over here to tempt me?"

He whines embarrassingly before biting it back, "Not on purpose." But he brings
his other hand around and traces Tony's spine, letting it dip down into the
waistband of his briefs.

"I'm addicted... but we both need the rest, baby." The man says, stepping away
and dragging Peter back to the bedroom.
They snuggle together in Tony's bed, Peter's head to Tony's chest and their
legs lightly tangled. Although Peter denied being tired the warmness of Tony
pressed against him and the love that's filling him has him drifting off
quickly. Peter rustles as the door to Tony's bedroom slides open. When he opens
his eyes, Pepper Potts is in the room and standing over them. He squeaks and
pulls the blankets up higher, as though it would prevent her from knowing what
happened between the two of them.
The older man stirs behind him, too. It feels like only minutes pass before
Tony's waking up with his arms and legs gripping the smaller boy from behind
and his face buried in the boy's hair. He realizes the sun is back out. That
birds are calling to each other. That he can hear his housekeeper vacuuming the
lower floors.
He then realizes Pepper is standing at the foot of his bed with Peter's dry-
cleaned clothes and a bag of take out, as well as his boy hiding under the
blankets and blushing from head to toe.

"Thought I was giving the One Night Stand special, again," she commented. "Did
you oversleep?"

Tony kisses Peter's hair and winks at Pepper, "He's getting the As-Many-Nights-
as-He-Wants Special."

Pepper shrugs and crosses the room to hang Peter's clothes in Tony's closet.
 "There's only enough take out for one, but a cad like you deserves to skip a
meal."

"Fair enough," Tony comments as he glances over to Peter who's resolutely
looking anywhere other than at the two of them.

"Get up. Call your Aunt, Peter," Pepper instructs.

Peter sits up and tries to act more normal, more adult, obviously these matters
don't seem to perturb either of them as much as they do him. He also tries not
to feel too prideful at the confidence Tony exudes in his claiming. Even to
his... whatever Pepper is he holds no shame in Peter... it's a good feeling.

His love-struck brain catches up with him. It takes a moment to process her
words, "I have to call her, now?"  
"She needs to know you're not waking up next to some forty-year-old pervert,"
Pepper shrugs. "Get those pjs off the floor and tell her about the comfy twin
bed you bunked in, alone. I'm going to send the maid home and head to work."
He moves to reach for his phone before realizing he's naked and he has to get
out of bed to reach it. He groans and feels his face grow even hotter he can't
take this especially with Pepper in the room.

Peter wishes he has his web shooter but has to make due with keeping the
blanket across his waist as he reaches over the bed to grip the red and black
briefs Tony was wearing last night. He slips them in under the covers, they're
looser on him but hopes they'll stay on, he wonders if Tony will think they
look good on him.

"I doubt that's the first thing that would come to her mind..." Even if it's
true. Still, he gets up and grabs the phone, then calls until he hears her
answer, "Hi, Aunt May."
Pepper leaves Tony and Peter behind. Tony lays back in his bed, listening to
Peter.
Peter blathers on about some made up atom project they're going to try. He's
not sure when they'll be done but he promises to be home in time to get some
sleep for school. He hangs up, heart stuttering slightly from lying and from
anticipation of what today may bring. When he's done he lays back down next to
his lover, "What do you want to do today?"
"That atom thing sounds pretty interesting, actually. Are you down for touring
Stark Industries? You'll have more fodder for lying about your weekend in
class," Tony offers. What he really wants is Peter's cock in his mouth.
 ...maybe after Breakfast.
"Sounds amazing." It's something he's been dying to do, but too afraid to ask
Tony and be rejected, like everything else before yesterday. He presses a wet
kiss to the man's cheek, excitement in his eyes.
"Got any more kisses for this forty-year-old... what was it? Cad?"
"As many as you want, you pervert" he jokes before cupping the man's head and
bringing their lips together softly.  
Tony melts under the touch. This kid has truly hooked him. He just needs to
have a conversation with Pepper as soon as possible. He's never brought someone
so young to his bed. Saying Peter is "older than he is" wouldn't go over well
with anyone else if they found out. He sighs and loses track of the kiss.
Ruining the moment.
"Everything okay?" He asks, pulling away but stroking his thumb up and down his
cheek.
"Pepper probably thinks I've lost my mind. I've never dated anyone as young as
you.  ...not even when I was your age."
He glances up, remembering what the man mentioned before... he wonders if it's
too personal, "Did you have a Daddy of your own?"
"More like I ended up in college at 14 and banged a few classmates because they
knew I was rich and hoped I'd pay off their tuition.  ...which I did. For all
of them. ....even the ones I didn't bang." Tony shrugs, "I just don't want
Pepper thinking I've lost it. I've finally got my life back together and
then... this."
"I'm sure we could show her..." He says, a little worried. Not wanting to be
another pain for Tony, "show her how much we... care for each other."
Tony nods. His arm pulling Peter in closer. "I'll shower while you eat
breakfast. We should head to work, soon."
"Shouldn't you have some too?" Even with what Pepper said, he feels
uncomfortable eating while Tony doesn't, "I'm sure there's enough to split it."
"Eat up," Tony instructs as he steps out of bed. Cock half hard just from
cuddling his underage lover.
He sighs but knows there's no point arguing with the stubborn man. Unable to
stop himself from eyeing that cock he's slowly becoming addicted to, he watches
the man leave the room. He eats and finishes before Tony's done.
Tony emerges from his closet instead of the bathroom. He's fully dressed in a
burgundy suit. "Your turn, baby."
He pouts a little as he passes the man, "Why didn't we go in together?" He
fiddles with Tony's tie before smoothing it down, "We're scientists, we should
conserve water." 
For some reason, Tony thrills at perhaps the wrong part of Peter's statement.
"We ARE scientists." He hugs the barely dressed boy close. "You're going to
love seeing the alloy showcase. Did you know your suit is technically metal?"
He smiles, that's the thing that got to the man. Of course though... it's
interesting, "I never realized that? Is it spun in the fabric or is the whole
thing metal?"
"Technically, we..." Tony stops before giving the lecture. "I love that you
want to know and have the capacity to understand when I finally tell you." He
shoves a hand into Peter's loose briefs. "I'll show you at Stark labs. Right
now, I just want to uh... congratulate your genius, if you don't mind." He tugs
the boy gently.
"Tony..." He moans, the friction feeling amazing even if his cock is still a
bit sore from yesterday, "I thought you, unf... you wanted me to take a
shower?"
"You're right," Tony pulls his hand away. Licks Peter's precum off his fingers,
"Asking you to fuck your daddy's mouth when we've got work to do is just plain
irresponsible."
His breath hitches, "Please Daddy? I'm so hard now after you touched me..." He
tries to give his best puppy dog eyes at the man.
"Goodness, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you wanted to cum in Daddy's
mouth like a naughty little boy."
He remembers what Tony told him several times when he was speaking dirty, "You
keep talking like that your baby's gonna cum in his pants."
"Talking like what? Talking about swallowing my little jailbait's cock until he
jizzes down my throat? Perhaps even fingering his ass as he tugs on my hair and
begs me for more?"
"Oh, Daddy please..." He begs, hips circling in the air. He knows he won't last
very long but he's desperate to hold back this time, "I want to... if you want
to." He clarifies, he isn't sure if the man is just teasing him, trying to work
him up.
"Daddy does enjoy begging..."
He moves forward and fists his hands in Tony's impeccable suit. He just holds
back on the urge to rut himself against any part of Tony's body he can
reach. "Please Daddy, I'll do anything you ask. Anything at all. Please help me
cum."
Tony drops to his knees. He points to his own lips, "Be a good little boy and
stick that pretty cock in here."
It feels like his body shuts down when he sees Tony on his knees before him. He
knows he isn't breathing but he shifts the briefs down his hips and lines his
cock up. He can't believe this is happening to him, doesn't dare to think he
actually woke up this morning. He rests it on the man's lower lip before just
pushing the tip inside.
Tony licks the head. The very tip of his tongue sliding into Peter's slit. He
flicks it there. Lapping up leaking precum. He then closes his lips over half
the boy's head. Sucks hard and draws back with an audible pop. "Your cock
tastes so good to Daddy. I want you to fuck my mouth. As hard as you like."
"What?" Surely he can't be serious, he pushes his cock in a little more but
doesn't move any more, "I don't want to hurt you."
Tony answers by swallowing Peter to the hilt. His head bobs quickly. From glans
to base. Glans to base. He sucks and slurps as he works. Sloppy, wet sounds in
his throat as he swallows the salty moisture that leaks out of Peter as he
continues.
Peter's head falls back and he instinctively grips Tony's hair with both hands
like a life raft. He can feel the coil tighten and he's going to cum at any
moment, "Daddy. Fuck, Daddy I need you so much."
Tony pulls his mouth off Peter to jerk the boy. He knows what Peter wants to
hear and sucks at his tiny balls before responding. "I need you, too. Please
give daddy all your precious load. I love sucking your pretty teenage cock. Let
your pervert daddy swallow every drop of your cum."
His hips stutter, "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." He pulls Tony's head blindly towards
his cock by his hair. His balls draw up and he doesn't have the energy to look
down at the man. He doesn't know if he's going to make it into his mouth on
time.
Tony clamps his mouth over the boy's glistening head.
Peter cums hard. Spilling into the tight heat. He's always been devoted to
Tony, as an apprentice. But he knows there's nothing this man could ask of him
that he wouldn't give.
"Fuuuuck," Tony stands as he finishes gulping Peter down. He's already pulling
his cock out of his pants as he pushes the boy back toward the bed. His salty
tongue plunges into Peter's mouth, "Bend over. Bend over, now. Daddy needs to
fuck that tiny hole. God, I thought I could hold back."
Peter stumbles backwards from the assault and falls on to the bed. Quickly he
rolls over, pressing his face into the soft sheets and presenting his ass up to
his Daddy, he's ripe for the taking.
"Open up for me. Ask Daddy to fuck you."
"Please, oh Daddy please fuck me." He begs, pressing his ass back more and
arching his back, "I need you. I need to be filled."
Tony bends forward. Tongue sliding up the boy's crack as he holds muscled
cheeks apart. "You make me so hard. You're so fucking insatiable. You little
slut."
His hips buck and he feels the first inkling of his cock stirring again.
"Daddy," he whines, frustrated, "fuck me."
Tony's tongue circles Peter's hole. He presses into it. Teasing the kid by
fucking him slow and shallow with the tip of it.
His hands clench and unclench in the bed sheets. It takes all his effort to
grind his teeth together to stop the groans and sobs that want to escape. He
tries not to push his ass back but is only mildly successful. It's a sensation
unlike any other. His legs splay even wider, and his toes dig into the
ground. "Tony, pleeease."
"Daddy loved seeing you pass out, last night," he says as a finger slips into
the hole. "God, what I want from you is too much. Too intense even for me. I've
never even tried it, before."
Finally being filled, even a little, satiates him enough that he can ask, "What
do you want to try, Daddy?"
"Tell Daddy not to fuck you..."
"What?" He asks, "But... but I want you to fuck me."
"You like when I'm excited. Unstoppable.  ...wouldn't it be hot if you told me
no and I fucked you anyway? A fantasy where I'd never hurt you, but you get to
pretend this forty-year-old pervert literally can't resist your ass."
He does like Tony that way. And he'd be lying if he said he'd never thought
about it, some idle part of his mind that's curious, but he'd buried it away
because it was too shameful for him to think about.

However here, having permission to indulge, with Tony by his side well... how
can he resist?

"Daddy, what are you doing?" He asks, pressing up against the restraining hands
slightly, "Get off me."
"No, baby. It's all your fault Daddy's so hard. This is your responsibility,"
Tony insists. He pulls his finger out of his "son" and aligns his cock with the
boy's hole. He's already dribbling precum against the tight bud. Enough
lubricant to 'rape' the child with.  He holds both of Peter's hips. Yanking the
boy backwards onto his spearing erection, "Fuck! Take it, baby. Take all of
Daddy's cock."

The pace is immediately blinding. He knows Peter can take it. Will endure and
quickly heal.
Peter inhales, a high, piercing sound drawn out of him. There's no time to
adjust, he hasn't even been prepped this morning. He's almost certain that
without his quick healing abilities and the fact he's still loose from last
night, he might even bleed from the assault.

It hurts, more than anything else yet, and it's too much even for him. The
tears and cries are real and he begs, "Tony please... please slow down a
little." However, he can't deny the lust building from his prostate being hit
with each wild thrust.
Tony takes the hint and marginally subsides. He slaps Peter's ass cheek and
angles into his prostate more. Purposefully stabbing at it, "How does it feel
knowing your little underage hole is getting wrecked by a man twenty-five years
older than you? Does it hurt? Is Daddy raping your hole making you cry?"
It's a little easier, he's still thankful the man listened to him, and although
it still hurts... it's the good sort of pain and he moans. Still, he keeps up
with his persona. When he hears the questions he isn't sure if this is Tony
asking or if they're still playing their game, either way though the answer
doesn't change.

"Yes Daddy." He whispers through his sobs.
"Safe word... pineapple." The man says as his hips slow. His tone clear. Tony
gently kisses Peter's slender shoulders, "I'm so close, Peter. I want you to
really sell it. Make me cum... beg him to stop fucking you."
He nods jerkily into the bedding. Feeling a little better with he safe word
plus his mounting pleasure he raises his head from the bed.

"Daddy, I'm so sorry. Please, it hurts, it feels like you're up here," he pats
his chest near his heart, "Get off me! Please!" He cries.
Tony moans. Sitting up. Still holding the boy's hips. "Daddy can't stop. You
did this to me! You made me fuck you!"

He slams his hips forward once every second. Hips slapping harshly against the
boy's pert ass. He knows he's closes to spraying a heavy load into his little
partner and wants to prolong it. God, all he needs is a firm no. A scream!
Anything to drag him over the edge.
He can hear the desperation in Tony's voice and... he's almost proud of
himself. He made the man lose control like this, he is the one who's driving
him crazy. He has to suppress a smile by burying his face in the sheets. He
wonders if he could keep the man on edge by staying silent... but that's an
experiment for another day. He lets out a wail into the bed and begs, "I can't
do it. Stop Daddy. Stop!"
Tony withers out a moan.  His cock flexes within the kid. Dribbles precum in an
unrelenting torrent, "Fuck fuck fuck baby, Daddy's gonna fill you up...
mm....make you his little fucktoy.  Take Daddy's load ah... ahhh..."

His voice is rising in pitch. He pulls a leg up. Plants it next to Peter's face
on the mattress. Still desperately clinging to his "son's" hips, Tony rams
painfully and quickly into him. Reams his barely fucked hole with oblivion,
"Daddy can't stop! You're going to take this fucking dick every day. After
school. Daddy's going to rape your tight baby pussy and force you to cry for
him to stop. Evil little boy. Tempting little whore."
Peter quivers beneath the man but does his best to fall loose and pliant,
knowing how much Tony loved it last night. He doesn't hold back any sounds now,
letting the weeps and the cries and the moans fill the room along with the
obscene squelching coming from between them. His own cock is hard again on the
bed and shame fills him up from Tony's words and he tries to keep in his mind
that they're just playing... it's just a game. He feels sick and he feels hot
and he knows he's going to ruin the sheets under him any second.

"I can't do this again Daddy, I can't. Please, it hurts too much."
Tony buries deep. His cock unloading as it pulses hard. He whimpers out
"pineapple" before kissing Peter's hair and shoulders. Folding over the boy
like a guardian. "Good boy," he moans. "Good, perfect, sweet baby boy.... God I
love you. Love you. Love you. Love..."

He's sliding out of the boy and is kissing down his spine.
Peter's still hard but it feels almost secondary at this point. He's exhausted
again, and sore in all the right places. His emotions feel drained. He barely
registers that after months of resistance and temptation, this is the first
time Tony's expressed love toward him and it's this that keeps him in the
moment, even with his mind addled. Peter manages to mumble a weak, "Love you
too."
Tony drags Peter onto the bed. Pulls him into his arms. He'll change his messy
suit, later. "You're such a smart boy. So beautiful."

Tony kisses the kid's eyelids. He tangles their fingers together. Still
whispering. "I love your company. Love fighting crime with you. I've never felt
so lucky."
Peter chews on the inside of his cheek but stays silent. He wonders how much he
should reveal to the man about his history of being bullied. To have his hole
called a 'pussy' is erotic in a sense, but still far too raw in his mind.
Really, it's a stupid thing. Why should he ruin the mood over something so
small? Something that hardens his cock despite his history? It really doesn't
matter now. Although the way he felt a slip in his mind in the intensity of the
moment was different, he'll have to ask the man about that sometime later. For
now, he squeezes Tony's hand back, "I'm the luckiest boy in the world, this is
all I've ever wanted." He does his best to keep the strain out of his voice.
Tony smiles the slides down the bed, reseating himself between Peter's thighs
once more. He tongues his baby boy's ass. Greedily lapping out the load he'd
just filled Peter up with. He reaches around the boy, fondling the kid's
trapped cock. "Spread your legs, prop up on your knees," he instructs before
kissing a well-spanked cheek, "Daddy wants to hear you cum."
He forces his thoughts away and just feels. Lifting his hips off the bed so the
man has better access and he spreads as far as he can. He yelped at the
strikes, earlier, but the kiss seems to melt away the pains of the day. He
reaches back with both hands daringly, spreading his own cheeks. He has no
balance except for the weight on his chest and neck, he turns his face on the
bed so he can speak, "I'm so hard Daddy. You make me so hard, it's almost
unbearable."
Tony laps at Peter's balls. His nose buried between messy cheeks as he sucks
the boy into his mouth. He continues jerking his "son" while moaning around the
sensitive sack.
Peter cums like that, spilling over his lover's hand before falling back onto
the bed, breathing heavily. It's a... softer sort of orgasm but no less
intense. He murmurs a quiet, "Thank you."
Tony crawls in next to Peter. Turns him over to lick his face and neck, "Daddy
loves you."
He lets the man move him however he wants, a calmness between the two of them
settles. Gentle touches of their hands and lips and tongue, it's a beautiful
moment to Peter, "Baby loves you too."
"You ready to go soon or do you need to rest?"
"I think I'm okay." He says, groaning as his bones pop when he sits up, "I do
think I need a shower now for sure though."
"Go on in, I'll join you, I have to find a new suit anyway now too."
He presses a chaste kiss to Tony's lips and gets up, scampering to the shower
before the man can stop him again. Tony joins Peter in the shower after a few
minutes. He wraps his arms around the boy and kisses the side of his neck.
Peter brings his hands up and hooks them onto Tony's arms, he rests his head
back against the man's chest, enjoying being short enough to nestle underneath
his chin, "You're the best thing that's happened to me."
And he means it. More than working for the man, more than being Spiderman, more
than maybe becoming an Avenger (although he wouldn't know Tony without those
things) this right here is the best thing in his life.
"And it'll only get better, baby. We're a good team."
"We are." He concedes and presses a kiss to the man's arms around his chest.
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Tony walks into work with Peter at his side. It's past noon on a Sunday, so the
lobby is relatively empty. Still, once he passes the security kiosk with Peter
in tow, he's swamped by the few employees that are milling about. Before they
noticed him, most of their eyes were on the large, flat-screens lining the
lobby's glass walls. All engrossed by news of a man with bat-like wings
terrorizing the Pacific.
Whether they want to prove to Tony that they're actually working hard or they
genuinely have questions for him to address before they clock out, he doesn't
care. He enjoys letting Peter see that he's needed.
People hold up crystal clear tablets with forms for him to sign and he takes a
moment to email them to Pepper. People ask him about upcoming appointments and
he asks them to check with Pepper for his schedule. A few ask about
miscellaneous problems they could look up on their own, but he still tries his
best to answer. Though the answer is more often than not, "call Pepper."
As he leads Peter up the glass stairs, past the cylindrical room part of his
security team inhabits, he tries his best not to grin stupidly and hug the boy
in front of everyone. Sure, Peter's been inside Stark Tower plenty of times,
but rarely during the day and rarely by his side. He feels an insane urge to
show off. To impress the boy. Instead, he introduces Peter to everyone that
stops them as a local high school genius and even implies the boy is in
competition with a few other New York students for an upcoming position. A few
employees seem boggled by the news. Especially the ones that immediately
understand the liability involved in hiring children. The rest seem delighted
to meet someone as smart as they are and shake the kid's hand with warm smiles.
Peter is overrun with the bombardment. It was certainly a surprise, and he
blushed the entire time Tony talked about him. He's never quite understood why
Tony Stark has an interest in him, but watching the man brag about his
intelligence makes him believe that Tony values him for more than just an easy
and far too ardent lay. He secretly thrills in knowing no one there, aside from
Pepper, knows what the two of them get up to behind closed doors.
Once they're safely in his office, Tony collapses on the couch. "Jesus. I
wanted to take you through the lobby to give security a chance to start
recognizing you as an employee... but I didn't expect work to find me before I
could even get upstairs."
He walks over to stand next to the man and strokes his fingers along his jaw,
"It seems I've kept you from some very important work, Mr. Stark."
The older man closes his eyes. Enamored by the gentle touch. He looks so
peaceful and Peter braces his hand on Tony's shoulder to sit on his lap,
continuing his petting. The soft weight of his new lover is solid and
comforting to Tony. He smiles at the caress. Leans into it.
Tony's definitely in love. Might have been since the first time Peter cracked a
cheesy superhero joke in his car. Might be in love forever with this boy, he
can't help but feel like this is his last chance, if he loses Peter there will
never be anyone else.
Tony moans as Peter wraps an arm around his back and nearly purrs like a kitten
when the kid keeps stroking the nape of his neck. Peter presses a kiss to the
top of his lover's head before resting his chin there, enjoying being the
taller one at the moment.
Tony drifts to sleep after a time. He snores softly as Peter comforts him. He's
no superhuman and they're both running on too little sleep. Peter chuckles when
he realizes the man's asleep. He moves off the admittedly comfortable lap to
settle on the cushion, beside him. Resting his head against Tony's shoulder he
decides a few minutes of sleep would do them both good and he lets himself slip
into unconsciousness as well.
Tony opens his eyes at a knock on the door. He quickly conjures up a floating,
holographic screen with articles about his arc reactor in front of he and
Peter. He nudges the boy awake before calling for the visitor to enter.
Peter jumps when jostled and hastily pretends to be reading the articles as
someone comes in.
A scientist in a lab coat steps in with a worried look on her face. "Sir, can
your tour take a detour to development? We've found a few kinks we can't seem
to work out on the water purification plans and the city expects an answer by
Thursday."

Tony sighs. Working on a Sunday was not his intention... but if he doesn't
close this deal soon, the city will choose to repair their existing system. A
process that will be cheaper, not as effective, and prone to future faults. Of
course, they'll still tax the citizens, cheating them out of money for
something worth less than half what the city collects.  He explains as much to
Peter while standing, adding "Plus, you're a fresh eye. Maybe you can help us
out."
Peter nods and does his best to look professional, but as the scientist leaves
the room he smirks and whispers, "I never mind looking at a few kinks for you."
Tony snickers before pulling the boy into a hug, "Don't get Daddy hard. I'll
bang you in the middle of that lab right in front of everyone."
"Wouldn't that be something..." He laughs back quietly, "think we gotta wait a
few years for that one though."
"Oh? You'd be up for it?" Tony pulls Peter in closer. Growls in his face before
snapping his teeth, "Daddy claiming you in front of everyone who's paid not to
talk about what happens on the clock."
Peter hums with amusement, but considers the question seriously, "I'm not sure
if I'm being honest. It's something I'd have to think about..." He hopes he
isn't disappointing the man.
"You've got a while.  I'll claim you in private until then," he says. His face
nears Peter's. Hovering merely a centimeter away, "You're mine."
"Yours," he agrees, "always." He glances to the door and quickly pecks Tony on
the lips, "We should probably go look at those plans though, right?"
Tony takes Peter through the labyrinthine halls to an elevator tucked behind a
secretary's desk. The building was designed to prevent business contacts from
wandering into laboratories and weapons testing facilities. If someone ever
walked into a classroom and got shot or gassed, they'd have a hard time proving
they were there, accidentally. Of course, most of that development has been
halted. Most of the steel doors they walk past are guarding empty rooms. The
shooting range they walk through to get to Stark Industries' newest lab is
collecting dust.
Though he doubts security would check the tapes for a room with no valuables,
Tony only twitches his fingers toward Peter's hand. Deciding to brush against
they boy's skin instead of a sliding their palms together. There's no privacy
at work, and he knows it. At least nobody would question why he's smiling from
ear to ear, so he risks a loving glance down at the boy, "I'm glad you're
here."
Peter smiles back and nods in agreement, suddenly feeling choked up that Tony
would even say something like that. The man is far too nice to him and he
scrambles to figure out he deserves it. Why he's ever deserved it. He's just
some scraggly kid from what Tony might consider the "wrong" side of town. He
hopes he can make it up to this man. Finally figure out a way to show him he's
worth all the attention he's received.
In the lab, Tony fixates on his work, leaving Peter's side to read over a
binder his employees laid out on a counter. He murmurs something to one
researcher about briefing Peter on the "kinks" and settles into the reading. He
randomly shouts out questions to the man briefing Peter and typically another
employee answers. An hour passes as Tony makes marks in the binder.
Peter takes it all in. Tries to consume all the information. He's worried when
a researcher slides a tablet into his hands that explain a series of underwater
gears and pulleys, but he's relieved when the diagram makes sense. Perhaps he
is as smart as Tony says he is. The idea makes him blush. Peter starts thinking
about ways he can help improve on the project. He wants to impress Tony.
Tony makes a few last marks in the binder and gestures for Peter to join him.
Peter comes over, "So what are you thinking?"
Tony rips several pages from the binder and passes them to Peter. Leaning in,
he whispers. "These explain how we manage to use tiny underwater drones and an
entire team of fifty over the course of four weeks to install and reinforce
delicate machinery.  I want you and Ned to figure out how long it would take
Iron Man and Spiderman to get this done.  I'll pay both of you for your time
and you'll save the company so much money on labor and construction equipment
that you, Ned, and your aunt can retire in a month... paid slowly over the
course of the next twenty years to keep people from connecting the payments to
your hero alter-ego, of course."
He looks up at Tony with wide eyes, "Are you sure? I mean, you have some of the
best people working for you. You really want me to do it?"
"Did you miss the part about saving money? This looks like something you and I
could knock out in a week. Maybe even Cap could join us if I smuggle him back
into the country to speed up the process."
"Oh, Cap could join us?" He says, laughter in his voice. He can't push too far
right now he knows but he still likes teasing the man, "I didn't know that was
something you wanted."
"Most of my fantasies involved Falcon, but he's explicitly stated that he hates
you... maybe Thor instead."
Peter snorts and claps a hand over his mouth. He really hadn't made a great
impression on either of them at the airport almost a year ago.

"I'm sure you're right, the two of us could get it done quick enough," dropping
his voice lower, "and maybe we could have some fun if we were alone."
Tony leans in. Stops himself and quickly turns away. What a tempting little
boy. He nearly shudders.
"When we're alone." Peter says again and steps away himself, reading through
the pages.
Once Tony has taken care of his team, he gives Peter the promised tour. They
play with gadgets, touch unbelievable substances, and even blow a few things
up. It's honestly the most fun Tony's ever had on a date and he whispers as
much to Peter in an elevator.
"I know I haven't really been on any dates but I can't think of anything
cooler." The kid's abuzz with excitement. The boyhood wonder still inside him
no matter how grown up he tries to act.
"I've given tours before but they tend to bore people." Tony looks away as he
speaks. Their at the building's core. The giant arc reactor in front of them
thrums peacefully.  He loves his work and is grateful to share it with someone
who actually gives a shit.
"How can they possibly find all this boring?" He says, almost appalled. "This
is literally one of the most beautiful places I've ever been too."
"One of? ...as long as my bed is number one, that's fine."

The energy team clears out as the sun begins to set. A short break for
dinner for some and late returns home for others. Tony wants to kiss the boy
but doesn't want security to record the crime. Instead he claps a hand against
Peter's shoulder. "You're amazing. Truly."
Peter's smile just widens. He wishes he could the man his affection but
abstains, wondering if there are cameras in Tony's office. "Of course that's
number one... what do you want to do now?"
"Grab an early dinner. Get you back to your aunt. Call you immediately and
describe what I wish we were doing."
"Mmmm, I have until late tonight though... do you think we could squeeze in one
more uh... meeting before I go?"
Tony shakes his head. "Have a good night with your aunt. Pretend to do some
homework. Tell her about touring the tower. Make me sound responsible."
"But Daddy..." He groans quietly, "I told her I wouldn't be back until long
after dinner. I think I should stick around... make sure everything stays as I
told her. She may not even be home if we left too soon." He's sure she'd be
there, but he wants a little more time with Tony before he has to go back to
school for a week, "We can grab food and take it home, that would save time
anyway." He's not sure when he started referring to Tony's place as home in his
head but that's what it is to him now.
Tony licks his bottom lip. Bites it for just a second. His eyes focused
intently on Peter's mouth. He speaks again with agreement in his tone, "Wicked
youth." The man steps around the teenage vixen and knows the boy will follow
him. He pulls out his cellphone, "Delivery will save even more time."
Peter smiles. Giddy for some reason. Thrilled that he got the man to agree to
something, change his mind about it. He follows him back through long hallways,
down stairwells and to an elevator.  They arrive in the lobby and security nods
to them both as they approach Happy who's holding the front door open for them.
They both nod in greeting to the man and Happy is amused by the way Tony and
Peter always seem to be synchronized. Tony inadvertently playing a role-model
for a kid that has always admired him.
Happy settles into the driver's seat before meeting Tony's eye in the rearview
mirror.  He then, silently, rolls up the partition between them. Tony doesn't
wait before tugging Peter across his lap.  He leans over the boy. The passion
of every single kiss they'd skipped pouring from his heart to Peter's.  He
moans relief at the feel of the boy's mouth against his own. Peter licks his
way across Tony's teeth before stopping his own moan and pulling back.
"Happy with hear us," he says with strain in his voice. He wants Tony so much
that it felt wrong to even pull his lips away in the first place.
"Happy, I've been fucking a fifteen year old all weekend," Tony barks.
"Does Pepper know?" Came Happy's voice from the intercom. Low and evenly spoken
instead of loud and raucous like Tony's.
"Yes," Tony says peacefully as he presses a button to reply.

"I'm glad you're fucking someone, again, Mr. Stark," came Happy's sublime
reply.

Tony perks a brow at Peter.
Peter goes beet red as he glances between the front and Tony. He's glad the
partition is up. He hides his face in the man's neck, pressing a soft kiss and
mumbling, "Alright then."
"Happy and Pepper know everything about me. Everything."

He kisses Peter's ear. Tone uncharacteristically serious. "If you ever need
anything, they're both at your disposal... and if you need a way out of this...
they'll help you with that, too."
He frowns, "What do you mean a way out of this?"
"What we're doing could... impact you," Tony says, softly. "In ways none of us
could predict." He pulls himself back to get a look at Peter's face. "If you
ever feel like this was a mistake or you feel trapped or you just... regret it,
someday.  Happy and Pepper care about you. Want you to be safe and well.  You
can talk to them.  Anything you don't want me to know, they won't share.
 ...but they'll have enough information on our relationship to give you good
advice or necessary resources."
It's... touching. Right here, he knows the man would never do anything to hurt
him, the fact he's giving him an out in the first place, even if Peter will
never take it.

He can't help capturing the man's lips in a heated kiss, "I appreciate the
gesture. But now, more than ever, I know there's no one I'd rather be with.
Fuck whatever might happen."
The car comes to a stop and Tony extracts Peter from his lap.
The boy climbs out and follows the man to the door where delivery is waiting.
They go inside and set up at the small kitchen nook and Tony starts parsing out
the food. As he works, Tony asks the house to play music. It settles on a top
40s station on it's own. The man hums along and swivels his hips in enticing
figure eights as he leaves the table to find glasses and real, metal utensils.
Peter waits, smiling to himself. He lets his eyes trace the man as he works his
way around the room. His heart is so full of love just watching the most
mundane things. When Tony returns, Peter can't help being cheesy and expressing
it, "I love you."
Tony sits the glasses down. Smiles back. "You know I love you, too."

An idea seems to strike him as he finishes setting out their silverware. "You
know... we never really made this official."
He thinks back on their adventures over the past few days, "I think it's pretty
official," he laughs, "but what did you have in mind?"
Tony rounds the table. Drops to a knee in front of Peter. "Mr. Peter Parker,
light of my life and actual superhero to my rich-guy-in-a-metal-suit," he
begins. He takes his teen lover's right hand between his own, "Would you like
to be my mostly secret boyfriend until you graduate high school?"
Tears actually spring to his eyes and his lower lip quivers. He feels
incredibly silly getting so choked up at the words, but he still responds,
"Yes. Oh Tony yes, more than anything," he wipes his eyes with the back of his
other hand, "God, I'm such a fucking sap."
Tony remains crouched. He presses his lips against Peter's fingers. Face
shielded from view by the angle.
He reaches down and tilts the man's head up so they can look into each other's
eyes. His hand moves to cup his face.
Tony isn't quite crying, but there seems to be something tremulous about his
expression, "I don't deserve you." I feel like I'm just being selfish is what
he doesn't say.
"You have no right to decide that," he says, a serious expression dawning his
face, "this is all I've wanted for a year. Well, multiple years, but it's been
unbearable since I met you. You're the only one I've ever really cared about in
this way. I love you so much and you've already done so much for me, it feels
like I'm the one who doesn't deserve you." He hopes the man understands the raw
honesty in his voice, he's totally vulnerable and it's uncomfortable, but
necessary at the moment.
Tony seems to get comfortable at Peter's feet.  He lays his ear on Peter's
thigh. Closes his eyes. "You're right, baby. Daddy trusts you to know what you
need."
He strokes his hand up and down the man's neck like earlier, he tries to break
the tension between them, "Right now I need my Daddy to eat so we can have some
fun before I have to go back to Aunt May's."
"Feed me," Tony yawns. Joking but still not moving.
"You serious?" He asks, laughing a bit, "Here on the floor?" Still, he stabs a
bite of wonton onto his fork and holds it out, just in case the man isn't
joking.
Tony takes it. Can't help smiling as he chews. He turns his head to try and
keep Peter from seeing how silly he looks.
His smile grows and he pulls Tony's plate closer. He alternates holding out
bites and taking his own.

"This is nice. I feel useful for once."
Tony chuckles.  He speaks after swallowing. "Are you forgetting I begged you to
save my company millions of dollars, today?"
"What?" He asks cheekily, "That's work, not our relationship. I feel like
you're always doing all the work. I'm just trying to follow along as best as I
can."
Tony doesn't respond. Simply rests on Peter's legs and lazily eats.  He feels
like dozing off, again, and wonders if he can even manage to stay awake and
fuck the boy, as promised.
They continue in silence until the last bits of food are gone from both their
plates. He pets Tony's head, "Sorry, I need to get up to clean the dishes."
"Or you could lay back and give Daddy your cock for dessert," Tony says as he
pulls back enough to start unbuckling Peter's belt. He's looking up to the
boy's eyes and working fast. Eager for his little lover.
He spreads his thighs, allowing the man to work, "I don't want to cum yet
though, there's something I want to do." He says, blushing and looking away.
Tony nods and then reveals Peter's cock. He smiles at it like an old friend.
"Hello beautiful."
He can't help snorting a laugh and he smiles fondly down at Tony as the man
winks up at him. He takes the boy in a loose fist. Teasing since he's been
asked for leniency. "What do you have in mind?"
He bites his lip, "Can it be a surprise?"
Tony seems to consider the option. "Do you think Daddy can suck an answer out
of you?"
He thinks it over and decides if he does cum he'd probably be able to get it up
again so he looks down at Tony and says, "You can try." But he thinks of how
wicked the man can be, "But you only have ten minutes." He clarifies.
Tony smiles with all his teeth and shouts for his kitchen to start a ten minute
timer.  He decides against a full, frontal assault, for once. He takes Peter's
cockhead into his fingers lightly tickling the sensitive surface as his mouth
descends on the boy's pretty, little balls. He sucks them into his mouth and
alternates between licking each. In return, Peter starts breathing heavily and
his hands grip the sides of his chair with white knuckles, his teeth clench but
he tries to prolong the inevitable end, a challenge for himself as well as
Tony.
Tony takes a break. For a full minute, he only strokes Peter's cock while
looking at it hungrily. He wants to memorize it for his fantasies.
It's almost like Tony zones out. Peter frowns down at him, the touch is too
loose and it's killing him, "D-daddy?"
Tony smiles up at him. He feels embarrassed but won't say so. Won't this
energetic kid get tired of him, someday? He's 40 fucking years old. "I think...
I'm a little tired."
"You don't want to play anymore? Did I do something wrong?" He's worried. He
doesn't want to bore the man,he just wanted to be a little more playful, take a
little more action in their relationship instead of just following the man's
lead... maybe Tony would prefer it if he went back to that.
"I didn't get enough sleep, baby," Tony kisses Peter's cock like he would the
boy's cheek. "A nap sound ok?"
"Okay." But he's upset. He gets up and hastily puts his cock away. He should've
known better, he just made a fool of himself. He has no clue what he's doing,
he shouldn't have tried.
Tony drags Peter into his arms. He kisses the boy's forehead and holds him
tightly. "I'm sorry I'm having a hard time keeping up."
He frowns again and turns looks up at him, "No. It's my fault. I'm sorry I
don't know how to do this all correctly."
Tony takes Peter's hand. Presses it against his own cock. Frots against it ever
so slightly, "Daddy wants you. Needs you. ...but I am also in need of a little
sleep." He tips Peter's chin up and licks his lips and jawline. "You're
gorgeous and perfect company. You're doing fine, sweet boy."
Peter loves being invited to touch Tony. Marvels at the realization that this
is real, every time. He squeezes the man's hard cock, kneading it and rolling
it around under his pants. He moves closer and presses a kiss to his neck,
"Okay Daddy."
Tony exhales shakily. Peter always makes him feel good.  Has always been a
temptation. He remembers seeing the boy for the first time. The thoughts he had
about what they could do on the kid's bunk bed in that tiny, Brooklyn
apartment.  He'd used Happy as a liason, not because he was too busy, but
because sitting next to the intelligent, charming, highly endearing fucktoy of
your dreams didn't bode well if said fucktoy was fifteen. He'd planned on three
long years of keeping his distance... but look what he'd done. Foolish, foolish
man.
"Do you think we can manage one more thing... before we go to bed? Or should I
save it for later..." He mumbles from his place under the man's chin.
"I wanna try..." Tony offers.  He's still drowsy, but God, Peter is hot.
He stands on his tiptoes and presses his lips to Tony's ear, "Rape me, Daddy."
Tony's jaw drops. He stares at Peter for a few seconds. A devious smile slowly
unfolding on his face. "That," he chuckles. "Is exactly how to wake Daddy up.
 Run."
"You read my mind." He says, before leaving, sprinting across the kitchen and
putting distance between them.
Tony knows Peter could easily outrun him.  Even overpower him.  But he expects
the kid to dial it back and let himself be captured. "SAFEWORD IS PINEAPPLE!"
He shouts as he dashes through his living room toward the stairs he assumes the
boy must have already climbed. "GOT IT?"
"Got it!" He shouts from behind Tony. Then he lets a quiver come into his
voice, "Daddy. Why are you chasing me? What did I do?"
Tony whips around on the stairs. Genuinely shocked Peter didn't head to one of
the bedrooms. Are they going to end up on a couch? Up against a counter? The
floor? The possibilities excite him even further.
Peter crawls along the wall behind the man, just out of his eyesight, "Daddy, I
don't understand. I just got home from school and you jumped on me. What's
happening?"
Tony knows not to give up his location by shouting back. He creeps up the
stairs and rounds a corner. Listening for footsteps.  ...though he's a little
worried the kid might be crawling on a wall.  He glances above himself, just in
case.
Peter goes to a bedroom, makes his way to the ceiling where the man won't see
him at first. He calls out, "Daaaaddyyyyyy."
Tony stalks in confidently. His wicked smile returns.  He's hard beneath his
slacks and slides out of his blazer. As he undoes his cufflinks, he speaks,
 "Come to Daddy, little baby. I won't hurt you."
Peter thanks his brain for thinking to grab his web shooters this morning. He
drops down slowly behind Tony, still upside-down, "You promise you won't hurt
me Daddy?"
Tony whips around, quickly. Grabs at Peter's dangling form.
Peter yelps, he shivers and it isn't totally fake. He whimpers, "Daddy! You
said you wouldn't hurt me..."
Tony doesn't quite know what to do.  Peter's mouth is right there. two plush,
pink slivers of young flesh.  Parted with surprise and waiting on daddy to
claim them. He draws the boy closer. Shoves his tongue into that pretty mouth
as he tugs on his "son's" hair. He laps hungrily against Peter's tongue. The
angle making his teeth clack awkwardly. He slows down just a bit.
Peter knows he should play the reluctant victim, but he can't help kissing
back.  He sucks Tony's lower lip into his mouth. With a stroke of bravery he
bites down, drawing a bit of blood from the man.
Tony groans at the violence. For a moment, he pulls away, looking at Peter with
wild eyes. He's rarely more alive than directly after a battle when he's still
bruised and broken.  He loves pain and knows Peter chases it too. Collecting
himself, he tightens his fist in Peter's hair. Yanking harder. "Daddy's tired
of you being a little tease..."
Peter cuts his web and flips backwards, his hair sliding rather painfully from
between Tony's fingers. He lands on his feet. The pulling on his hair makes his
scalp tingle with abused nerves.  His his eyes water, but the pain makes his
already hard cock twitch. He takes a step back, "I'm not trying to tease you,
what do you mean?"
"Walking around in your little Captain America boxers..." Tony growls as he
slowly approaches. "Sitting on Daddy's lap. Teasing my cock with that perfect,
little ass... I don't care how young you are. You're begging to be fucked."
He brings shaky hands up in front of him, "What? W-what's being f-fucked? Is
that... are you gonna hit me Daddy." Tears drip down his face, losing himself
in the role.
"Ohh..." Tony can't help but crack a little smile. He turns his face away to
bring back his feigned anger. "So young... Daddy's... 8 year old boy?"

His cock twitches rather obviously as he stalks forward with his arms out and
that evil grin firmly in place.
He doesn't move forward or backward. Stills like a deer in headlights. "Yeah,
Daddy," he agrees, the age young enough, "What are you going to do to me?
What's fucking?"
Tony licks his lips.
"Daddy?"
Tony lunges at Peter. Pressing his body against him as they both hit the floor.
"You're gonna be a good boy for daddy? You're gonna help daddy feel better?"

He grinds his hard cock against Peter's. His mouth dipping low to chew the
boy's earlobe. He breathes into the kid's ear. Rough and ragged breaths coming
out of him in short, hungry growls. "Fucking is how a man claims you. Shows you
what it means to be a slut. You're gonna take Daddy's cum, baby boy."
His head bounces off the floor, he isn't ready for the assault. He sees black
spots and his movements feel slow. He gasps at the electric touch of their
cocks, and he brings his hands to Tony's chest, pushing him away, "It hurts,
Daddy please you promised me."
Tony groans as he continues to hump the boy. "Don't lie, little boy," one hand
snakes between them to grab the boy's cock.  Jesus, Peter is hard as a rock!
Tony thrills at the realization. "You're hard. Your body was made for this.
Made for Daddy to love."

He presses both hands to Peter's wrists. Tugging them to the boy's sides. One
clenched fist at each hip.
Peter bucks but no friction is provided. He mewls, wanting Tony to touch him
again. He can't help panting, "I want to love you Daddy..." And adds on at the
end, "but are you going to hurt me?"
Tony doesn't answer. He returns to teasing Peter's earlobe with his mouth.  His
hips drop back down, giving the boy something to frot against.  He moans as
their cocks make contact through their clothes.
He whines as one hand slides around the man's back gripping his clothes in a
mock of pulling him off, but really just keeping him in place so he can
continue to grind their hips together. Keeping up with the pretenses he says,
"Daddy they're stiff. Why are they like that?"
Tony bites at Peter's shirt, next. His tongue undoing the first two buttons
before he looks up at the boy with snapping teeth. He returns to sliding down
Peter's front. Undoing each one.
Peter knows that Tony has a talented tongue but fuck . He's impressed watching
the man make quick work off his clothes. He threads his fingers in his Daddy's
hair and grips just on the side of painful, holding him as he moves down his
body.

"I... I want..."
He's down to Peter's crotch. Nibbling the boy rather gently through his
trousers. He's addicted to this. Wants it in his mouth as soon as possible.
"You like that, baby? Like it when Daddy touches you, here?"
"It feels good Daddy." He mutters, he's half out of his mind by now, consumed
by lust. He thrusts up at the light touch and accidentally hits Tony's cheek
with his groin.
"That's it, sweet boy," Tony whispers.  He sits up to unbutton his own shirt.
Half lidded eyes watch Tony strip. He can't stop himself from raking his gaze
down the man's bare torso. He tries to pull back into his role, "What are we
going to do daddy?"
Tony unbuckles his pants and flips Peter onto his stomach. "I'm going to enjoy
myself."
"No!" He shouts and gets his knees under him, trying to get away.
With an arm around Peter's waist, Tony uses his free hand to tug down the boy's
pants. "Be still, you little brat!"
He tugs on his Daddy's arm, he know he has enough strength to break away if he
really wanted but he doesn't. He just pulls enough so he can twist, seeing if
the grip will break that way.

"Let go of me!"
Tony paries the move.  Pulls Peter up against his chest to lick the side of the
boy's neck. His naked cock is pressed between taut cheeks and he feels like
cumming just from the fantasy of Peter's resistance. "Irresistible little toy.
Daddy can't stop."
"No! Daddy this is wrong."

He calculates his next move carefully, getting his feet flat on the ground he
pushes back just hard enough to send them falling to the ground, he lands on
top of Tony, but it isn't hard enough to do the man and permanent damage,
although he will be sorry, that's for sure.
Tony flips them, again. This time bearing down on Peter to hold the boy's chest
to the floor. He presses thw head of his cock against the pale pucker of his
"son's" ass.
Peter's still loose from this morning so his ass will open up easier than
before. He slams his fists on the floor, almost like a temper tantrum, "I don't
wanna do this Daddy." He cries.
Tony drags Peter onto his cock using a hand on the boy's hip.  He slides in
eagerly. He knows he's always too rough with the kid, but even the hint of
filling his baby up makes him lose all control. He bends down. His face against
the back of Peter's head. He growls like some wild thing. Completely engulfed
by pleasure.
His shout of pain isn't fake, no matter how many times they do this it still
hurts when Tony is too rough. But it's okay because he's finally gotten a hang
of the pain, he doesn't want soft touches. He whines and shakes as his body is
used like a ragdoll, but Tony just keeps fucking him into the ground.
Tony has an arm around Peter's neck, bending the smaller body backward toward
his own.  The fist he has clamped at Peter's hip to hold him down is going
numb. Fucking the boy while they're both kneeling on the floor will likely make
both of them hurt for days.  ...but he looks forward to the pain. Anticipates
aching knees reminding him of the pleasure they've shared during the days
they'll spend apart. "This is fucking, baby. This is daddy teaching you what it
feels like to be a real man."
"Stop it! You're hurting me." He cries, voice breathy from being halfway cut
off by the arm around his throat. Planting his hands on the ground he relieves
some of the pressure and arches his body backwards, "You promised you wouldn't
hurt me."
There's no answer as Tony continues to ream the boy rather impatiently. He
wants to hear the boy scream. Wants to cum.
He's arched enough that with a little push, he can bring one hand around Tony's
head, pulling him down for another kiss, a facsimile of the upside down one
they had when Peter was hanging from the ceiling.
"Pineapple," Tony whispers.  He wants to love this boy. To speak of his
attraction instead of their angry game.  His hips slow. The strokes suddenly
deepen. "I wanna cum inside you while telling you how much you mean to me,
baby. Is that ok?"
He drops his hand and looks over his shoulder, "I'd love that. Please?" He
brings one hand to stroke over Tony's white knuckles on his hip, "Can I turn
over? I'd like to see you."
"Yes, baby.  Bed?"
"Okay." It'll be better for their knees anyway.
Once standing, Tony practically carries Peter to the bed. He trips a few inches
away and flings the boy onto the mattress, landing awkwardly at his side.
Peter laughs, a light, genuine sound that rings through the air. He looks over
at the older man, "I love you so much."
Tony chuckles, too, but buries his face in embarrassment.  "Love you, dear," he
mumbles into his hands. Trying to be romantic is embarrassing enough without it
going wrong.
He reaches over and grabs the collar of the man's shirt. Using a bit of his
super strength he pulls him forward, catching the lips he's become addicted to.

"I need you back inside me."
"God, it's hot when you're rough with me."

Though he does oblige by gripping Peter's thigh and sliding back in.  His voice
trembles when he's finally able to speak, again. "You're so perfect. So
pe...rr... ah perfect for me. We're fucking perfect together,  baby. Ooooooooh,
baby, you feel amazing."

The slow strokes are killing him.  Quick and rough is pleasurable, but truly
grinding his hips when Peter is still so ungodly tight is enough to make any
man shudder.
"We are so perfect together. I'm so happy you didn't make me wait three more
years. That would've been hell." He knits his fingers together around the back
of Tony's neck and hooks his heels around his thighs. The pressure of the rolls
to his prostate is almost enough to make him cum and his cock dribbles precum
steadily.
"Oh, I can't imagine waiting.  The things I did while thinking of you were
ungodly," Tony hopes Peter can't tell the pleasure has him near tears. The boy
might think he's some sappy old man.
"Mmmm," he hums, a smirk curving his face, "what did you do? Tell me what you
thought of when you imagined me."
Tony lays on top of Peter. His hips move peacefully against the boy. Strokes
shallow. "I fucked a pillow like some horny teenage boy.  For almost a year,
everyone has bored me. No dating. No fucking. Just alone with my thoughts...
and videos of you saving New York."
That lights a spark in him and he grinds his hips down harder, "Really? Me in
the Spidey suit?" He chuckles, he can't imagine how the man can find that
attractive.
"Those hips... this ass," He punctuates the remark with two deeper strokes. The
lazy, talkative fuck is something he rarely has this early in a relationship,
but here they are. He shoves a hand into Peter's hair. Hovers with his face
close to the boy's face. "You're so much better than I dreamed. Daddy's so
happy."
"I'm glad I live up to the expectations." He mumbles, embarrassed. He casts his
eyes down, even though that hand is still gripping his hair, the intense look
from the man overwhelming.
Tony sits up. Happy to stroke deeper if Peter shies away from his attention.
"You want it harder, baby?"
"Yeah." He says quiet. He knows this now, this is more comfortable than the
emotion part of it.
Tony slips his hands underneath Peter's thighs. Pushes the boy's legs forward.
Against Peter's chest. "Hold these," he instructs. Only half sure what he's
about to do will work.
His brow creases slightly but he does as he's asked... waiting for the man to
give him more instruction.
He pulls out and stands.  After completely removing his clothes, Tony tugs
Peter to the edge of the bed.

With a rather determined expression, Tony slips back into Peter.  He braces
against the boy's thighs. His strokes pivoting downward each time he sinks in.
The pleasure quickly becomes all he can focus on. He silently rams Peter for
minutes on end before confessing, "I'm yours. All yours. Forever, Peter."
It takes every ounce of effort for Peter to hold his legs. Each stroke fills
him so deep he feels like he might burst, the angle let's Tony use him
completely. The only thing he can do is just hold his legs as tight as he can
and let the man ravish his body. When he hears the words of love fall from
Tony's lips he can't hold back and he cums untouched onto himself, the sticky
substance pooling on his belly.

"Mine. Your mine and I'm yours. I love you, you're everything to me."
Tony surges at the words. His cock banging into the boy's much abused prostate.
He cums while murmuring. "Perfect" over and over. He's never felt so good.
***** Chapter 4 *****
                               Fear and Delight
                         All the way through the night
              With a little derring-do I'll fall in love with you
 
===============================================================================
Peter wakes to the sound of nightly news, sticky sheets, and Tony sitting up
beside him. The man has one leg on the floor as if he'd meant to step out of
bed earlier and simply got distracted. He's swirling a glass of something amber
and Peter notes that the crystal bottle on Tony's bedside table that seemed
decorative when full, is half empty.  Tony downs what's in his glass with his
eyes still glued to the projected image in front of them. Peter follow's Tony's
gaze to the concerned reporter passionately demanding to know why the shipwreck
behind her wasn't preventable.
"Where are the Avengers?" she asks with distress in her eyes.  The coast is
littered with debris from a recent shipwreck and a neat row of body bags which
are being organized for transport.  An image far too morbid for them to be
seeing so late at night. It's the kind of thing that would haunt anyone's
dreams. Tony sneers. He pays attention to the news. His position requires him
to, but he hates it. Hates the heart-wringing imagery. Hates the accusatory
tone reporters take toward crime, these days.
How do bad things happen when we have superheroes?  It's a common sentiment in
every part of the world.
Tony notices Peter is awake and waves the ten-o'clock news away.  The sound
cutting out along with the video.  He drops his head and without a word, Tony
swings his other leg off the side of his bed and trudges into his bathroom.
Peter notes the slope of Tony's shoulders and knows it can't be easy to be
blamed for something that isn't your job. He debates letting it blow over...
but decides against it, hoping an offer to talk it out might help. He gets up
and follows Tony's path into the bathroom. Sidling up next to him he takes the
man's trembling hand, "Hey... you okay?"
Tony's already leaning over the sink. Head hung and eyes unfocused. He allows
Peter to take his hand and even squeezes the boy's fingers in response. This
isn't Peter's fault. He shouldn't let the boy linger and deal with a problem he
didn't make and can't solve. As his mind fumbles to find purchase on Peter's
simple question, he says only the first thing that comes to mind. "It's after
10pm. I've got an appointment with a friend and need to get you home."
"I want to help you." Peter traces his fingers over weathered knuckles. There's
a hint of jealousy as Tony mentions his appointment, but Peter trusts the man
to respect the promise he made, earlier.  Secret boyfriend until eighteen.
Whomever it is must simply be a friend. Only a friend.
The older man shakes his head. "It's not your fault and It's not your job to
take care of me, baby."
Tony sniffles and finally raises his head. Face wet with fresh tears. This is
too much for him to put on Peter. He wants the boy to be happy. Carefree. The
burdens he Cap, Thor, Falcon, and the rest of The Avengers must take on are too
heavy for a child. He regrets even finding Peter and wonders how many times the
boy has passed a news stand and seen angry journalists beg in bold type, "Where
is Spiderman?"
The boy cups his lover's face with both hands and wipes his thumbs across the
tears, "...but I want to take care of you. I want to be there for you. I love
you."
Love confessions have rarely felt real to Tony. Yet, Peter's history of honesty
makes the words a true comfort.
"Please... you can talk to me, I can take it." Peter gives a small smile.
Keeping hold of Tony's face between his palms, he pulls him down for a
punishing kiss. A kiss for having appointments with whomever. A kiss he hopes
will show the truth of his words through action. Feel better. I'm here for you.
Tony breathes in as much as he can while Peter's bruising attention sucks the
air from his lungs. His body turns away from the sink. Nude skin sticking to
the boy's nubile form. His passion has been sated far too many times over the
past few days. His lust is also doused by the guilt of feeling like a hero with
clipped wings. But he still invites the kiss and wraps an arm around the boy's
slender waist.
He breaks away and moves one hand to run through the man's hair, "Im more than
just a child... let me help you."
"I know," Tony says as he props his chin on Peter's shoulder. "I need us to get
cleaned off so I can take you home. Sometimes I... I just get like this. I
didn't want you to notice, this soon."
"It's okay," he says, moving his arms to hug the man, "but I'd rather you not
hide yourself from me. You can't be happy all the time... with what we do I'd
be worried if you were."
He holds Peter close a few minutes more. At the moment, he feels weak. The
weekend's exhausting activities and a sense of helplessness overcoming him. He
wonders if Peter will help him clean off, but is too ashamed to ask. Instead,
he turns Peter toward the shower, waving a trembling hand to start the serene
flow of his artificial waterfall.
Peter keeps a hand planted on the small of Tony's back. He leans into the man's
side, walking both of them into the stream. Maybe the water can help soothe the
man next to him. Maybe he can think of something else to take their minds off
the day's tragedy.
Tony stands still beneath the water, not paying attention to Peter at all as
his mind still rattles with his grief. So many people dead in the water. So
many everyday heroes there to help. ...but not him. The only thing he could
have done was prevent it.
Yet, how does one capture a crook that seems to have no patterns? Cruise liners
off the coast of Alaska. Fishing boats not far from Japanese shores. Private
yachts near Nicaragua. The thief. The murderer.  His reach seems to span the
entire Pacific and his targets can never be too big or too small. Tony still
hasn't figured out if the shadowy figure sinking ships is greedy or simply
evil.
For the moment, all Tony can do is throw money at the problem. Pay for the
funerals of the dozens littered across the beach. Make a public statement for
his company about how their hearts go out to the lost sailors. Keep Stark
shipments off The Pacific until things start making sense, again.
Peter is able to move the man around however he wants, Tony is pliant and
doesn't say anything when the water hits his back. He's so obviously lost in
thought that Peter doesn't know if it would be better to break him from the
horrors that are clearly on his mind or if he should let them run their bone-
chilling course. He settles for lathering up his hands and running them over
Tony's chest, he hopes the man will come back to himself on his own. However,
he does rub small circles into Tony's areolas with his thumbs trying to get the
man's attention without speaking.
Tony's eyes close at the sensation. He parts his lips with a sigh. It's still
not arousing. Not in the sense things were before, but it feels good.
Grounding, in a way. When his eyes open, he truly looks at Peter's face for the
first time since he left the bed. Processes that his own feet are flat on the
wet floor beneath them. Tony flexes his fingers. Trying to remember where his
hands start and the world around them ends. Sometimes, his mind feels
expansive. His body only a memory. He smiles lopsidedly at Peter. For that
feeling of no longer existing to only last a few minutes, is a miracle. He's
lost entire nights to the senseless abyss.
"I'm," Tony says quietly. He tilts his head to look at himself. Wet chest hair
and flaccid cock. Arms. Legs. He frowns down at his belly. Not quite protruding
but definitely not as defined as it used to be. He shakes his head, again.
Finally aware of it moving. Of his neck turning as it does. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm
sorry about that."
"No you're okay. I lose myself sometimes too..." He continues his way down the
man's body and rubs circles into his belly, working his way toward Tony's
gorgeous cock.
Tony nods to himself, making a decision. Then he backs away slightly as Peter
nears his cock. He looks at the boy cautiously. "I... right now, I'm not...
able..."
I'm drunk. He doesn't say. The older man doesn't want the boy to feel rejected
and forces himself to chuckle and step closer, again. His mind is still trying
to race, but at least placing his hands on Peter's shoulders reminds him what
matters in the moment. "Thank you, baby boy."
Without a word, Peter accepts that their night of passion has finally come to
an end. He returns to cleaning the man. Running short fingers along his defined
pelvis and over his cock, trying to keep his touches clinical but he can't help
enjoying the feel and weight of it in his hand.
Tony spreads his thighs. Still not inviting sexual attention but allowing Peter
room to work. The boy moves his hands underneath and rubs between his lover's
thighs, pushing his way backwards and scrubbing cautiously between his ass
cheeks. Tony chuckles again. His body thrilling at the carress. Simply enjoying
the intimate touch despite it's lack of sexual intent.
Feeling bolder at the sound, Peter can't help but rub his middle finger along
the furl of Tony's hole, it's strange, he's never been on this end before...
the touch electrifies him. His boyfriend's insides inviting him in a way he'd
never thought he'd want. He doesn't press in, however.  He knows better... at
least for tonight.
Tony tsks and tsks. "We've got to finish up so I can get you back to your
aunt."
"Sorry," he mutters, pulling his hand away. He should known better then to
assume Tony would want to reverse their roles, Peter's happy he gets this man
in the way that he does anyway, he shouldn't be selfish.
Tony smiles. He sticks a leg out, inviting Peter to finish cleaning him off.
It's presumptuous. Perhaps even rude. The spoiled king inviting the service of
a courtesan. He just loves the idea and rarely holds back on his urges.
Peter smiles back, he's glad he isn't being rebuffed totally. Pouring more soap
into his hands, he drops to his knees and lathers up the man's leg, beginning
high up on his thigh and dragging down lower towards his ankle.
The man further relaxes. The tension of maybe being fondled, then maybe not
reacting with his earlier enthusiasm, and maybe making Peter feel undesired all
leave him. The boy is fine. He likes just spending time with the man. After
all, until literally a day ago, that's all they'd done. Talk. Create. Joke.
Invent. Laugh. ...start falling in love like boys his age often do.
He moves to the other leg and starts at the bottom this time and works his way
up. Once he reaches the crease of Tony's thigh he stands up and avoids touching
the man's still delectably inviting cock, not wanting to make him
uncomfortable. He pulls him back in another hug and just rests there quietly,
trying to provide some comfort to the man he loves as deep as he possibly can.
Tony knows it's his turn to worship the boy, but his tiredness is still getting
the best of him and he knows his night's not over. He lathers Peter's hair, but
can't manage to finish washing him off. He rests his face in the boy's soapy
shoulder and sighs.
Peter can feel Tony's exhaustion and doesn't hold it against the man. Keeping
hold of him and bringing a hand to cup the back of his neck, he moves around a
bit and washes himself off as best as he can in their position. He closes his
eyes and rests his temple against Tony's head.
Tony smiles. Humming gently as he listens to Peter splash lightly through the
water.
The boy eventually clicks the spray off and backs away, placing his hands on
Tony's shoulders, "Can you get out and dry yourself or are you going to fall
asleep?" He jokes.
"I can do that," Tony says sweetly. He steps out of the shower and disappears
around a corner. Peter intends to follow, but instead grabs a towel while
simply wondering where Tony went. 
Tony steps out of his closet before Peter finds him. He's in his suit from
earlier. The fabric smells like Peter. His hugs. His kisses. His arousal. The
scent hangs on him along with the hint of bourbon and cologne. Tony finds
comfort in smelling like his boyfriend. A comfort he'll need for the
appointment he's already late for. "Ready?" he calls out, wondering if Peter
was still in the bathroom or if he'd already marched down the stairs toward the
garage.
Peter comes out of the bathroom still wrapped in his towel, "Um... do you know
where my clothes are?"
"No idea," Tony answers as he pats his mattress in search of his keys. He
wonders if they're downstairs with the leftover takeout.
Peter grumbles and goes in search, knowing he can't return home in a different
set of clothes. He eventually finds them and slips them on, meeting Tony back
in his room.
Tony jingles his keys at Peter. "Under the bed," he says as if Peter was
curious about where they'd gone. "Let's head out."
Once in the car, Tony indulges his desire for touch by simply holding the boy's
thigh as they course through the streets on their way to the other side of
town. He's silent as he keeps his eye on busy traffic, signs, and lights. But
he seems to be in a much better mood than he was in, earlier.
Peter places his hand on top and relaxes in the silence. He doesn't want to go
home but he appreciates the touch all the same, he know he has to get back
before May starts getting suspicious, anyway.
As they near Peter's block, Tony sighs. "My windows are tinted, but I still
think it'd be pretty risky to kiss you goodnight."
"If you think it's best," he says, disappointed, "but I don't see anyone
around."
Tony smiles over at Peter. "I want it... but you know I'd rather keep this
thing going than get photographed in a car and be separated from you forever."
He bites back an apology. He is sorry. Sorry for being impatient. Sorry for
dragging Peter along on his whims. Sorry for way more than he can even admit to
himself in the moment. He wishes they could end the night on a positive note. A
kiss. A promise for tomorrow. ...but for the moment all he can offer is a
tighter squeeze on the boy's thigh and a whispered. "Goodnight, baby. I can't
wait to see you, again."
Peter feels guilty for the predicament he's put Tony in. If he could've
abstained for a few more years they would be fine... but instead they're stuck
in this secret and it's his fault, if only he were older. He squeezes the man's
hand and gives a brief smile. He whispers, "Text me Daddy." Before scampering
off to his apartment. 
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Rhodey looks at his watch. Half past eleven at night. He sighs and returns to
nursing his beer, he doesn't know why he would've expected Tony to be on time,
he never is. Every time he swears he's going to set the time for an hour
earlier than he wants to actually meet... but he never does, always hoping Tony
will be on time, and every time Tony lets him down.
Tony waltzes in, already smelling like booze and a hint of sex. His wave from
the door was exaggerated and his stumbling sort of walk is making him trip over
his own feet. He flops onto the barstool beside Rhodey and leans on the man for
an awkwardly long hug.
Rhodes groans and pushes the man away, "Damn Tony, who's the lucky lady?"
Tony feels an immediate tension in his body as he realizes Peter's scent is on
his suit, no matter how clean his body is and no matter how much cologne he has
on. He tries to wipe the stricken look from his face, but Rhodey's known him
long enough that he probably caught it, anyway. "Um... lucky guy.  Forgot his
name."
He squints at him slightly, he doesn't know if Tony is embarrassed that he was
with a guy... but Rhodey's his ex-boyfriend as well as best friend. Of course,
he's known about Tony's tastes for years. He's not sure why the question made
the man nervous. Still, the man's already drunk and really, it doesn't matter.
He returns to his own drink, "Hope you weren't too drunk and stayed safe."
Condoms?  Tony frowns. He hasn't touched one at all with Peter. He'd already
known, or at least guessed, the kid was a virgin.  He'd been checked regularly
since his last partner, Pepper. They didn't seem necessary.  Still, it only
reminds him that he's teaching Peter the wrong lessons.  Being a bad influence
in yet one more way. "Well, I always say live hard until you die, right?"
He frowns at that, "You have to be safe with random dudes Tony, even you should
know that by now."
"If I remembered things, then how could I expect to hear reminders from between
those sexy lips," Tony asks as he leans in.  The bartender raises both his
brows and then turns away. Tony Stark has done some weird things in his
establishment and he very often ignores them.
He pushes him away again, "For God's sake Tony." He grumbles but he's used to
the man's rather beguiling diversion tactics. Still he doesn't press on the
matter, "So... other than returning to your playboy lifestyle, what have you
been up to?"
"Playboy? Come on, I could learn this dude's name and really settle down."

He knows Rhodey can never know about Peter. Even when the kid turns 18, he'll
be judgemental. ...or perhaps Tony should think of him as adult. A reasonable
adult that's not on the payroll of a billionaire narcissist.
"Please," he scoffs, "I'll believe you'll settle down when I see it. I really
thought Pepper was the one, that you two were ready. But I was wrong. You can
fuck who you want Tony, just be safe. I am not losing my best friend because he
was too stupid to think with the right head."
"Pepper is..." Tony thinks for a moment. There's probably a nice way to put it,
but he can't think. He settles for the harsh truth. "Tired of me. I'm
exhausting and she always had to... has to be my mom."
"It sounds like you need to stop acting like a child."
"In my defense, I wasn't raised right."
"No you weren't..." He concedes, sighing softly. But he's known Tony too long
to let him off the hook too easy, "You have to be an adult sometimes though.
Imagine you did settle with this mystery man, do you think he'd enjoy it
anymore than Pepper did?"
"I," Tony can only hang his head. Peter has no expectations because Peter is a
literal child. When he ages, though... "I doubt it."
He sees the downtrodden expression and nudges Tony in the ribs, "Come on,
what's wrong today?"
The billionaire shakes his head slightly and pastes on a smile. "I'm fine. I'm
excited to see you again. You've been busy."
"You're not fine but I'll let it go for now," he says with a wary smile, "and
yeah. Really busy."
"If I leave for two months over the summer, you'll still be my friend when I
get back, right?"
"Where are you going?"
"Working vacation. Private island. No distractions."
"Private island?" He cocks an eyebrow, "Why so fancy?"
"Is that fancy?" Tony scoffs. He remembers his urge to always show off for
Peter.  A private island for just the two of them.  A way to show the boy
wonders beyond his wildest dreams. Maybe tempt him enough to stay despite
Tony's faults. "I just figured it's a good way to keep paparazzi and corporate
spies away from my newest inventions."
He lets out a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh then takes another
drink, "You always have to go big don't you? Even if no one is around to see
it."
Tony laughs and sips the water the bartender sits in front of him.  He supposes
he is a little too loud.  A little too touchy-feely.  He looks down at his
hand, realizes it's on Rhodey's knee and slowly pulls it back to himself.  When
he meets Rhodey's eye, he wonders if the gesture seemed suspicious.  He's never
stopped himself from touching the man, before.
He just rolls his eyes again. Tony's always been an annoying drunk (also
annoying while sober but still somehow endearing). He's glad he's cut off at
the moment though, "So how did you end up so tossed you were late to meet me to
get drunk together?"
"I was... with that friend.  He and I got a little distracted even though I
told him I had an appointment," Tony smirks. "I can blame him, right?  All his
fault. Not mine."
"Yes, yes. This friend who you don't use protection with and can't remember his
name. Tony please... I've known you far too long for you to try and pull this."
He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, "You're not telling me something,
I just don't get why."
"Don't be like that, Rhodey," Tony says.  He leans over and lifts his hand to
pat the man's shoulder, but somehow his lingering attraction to his best friend
feels more sinful than it ever has.  He sits back and places his hand on his
own knees. "You're my best friend."
"You're entitled to your secrets Tony," he says, tone biting and going against
his words a bit, "I just didn't know you still had any from me." He sighs and
knocks back the rest of his drink, "It's curious, that's all."
"What does it mean if I fall in love with someone and I still think about
Pepper, from time to time... think about... you," Tony asks.  His guilt forces
him to look at his water instead of Rhodey's face as he asks.
"Is this the mystery man?" He asks, he's always tried to stay neutral about
dealing with Tony's other partners. His own feelings get in the way of good
advice, from time to time. Pepper was always better about dealing with Tony's,
well, polyamory. In his own relationship with Tony,the two of them just didn't
have the same goals, no matter how hard they tried. 
"Doesn't matter who," Tony says as casually as he can. "Hell, the question
might be hypothetical.  Just... answer?"
He sighs again, then turns his body to face the man. Tony may not look at him
but he can at least tell if he's lying this way, "The way you loved Pepper,
loved me... is it the same way you love him?"
"Jesus, man," Tony blushes into his glass.  Folding over it to try and hide his
face. He loves Peter. Loves the idea of being with him. Loves the idea of
keeping him forever. Even while dating Rhodey in his youth and Pepper rather
recently, he always had the fear that he wasn't good enough.  That he'd lose
them, after a time. He has the same fear with Peter, but it's different. It's
not about him being inadequate... not entirely.  He's simply afraid that what
he's doing is bad.  That Peter will come to that realization in time and leave
for a safer option.
He squints a bit, takes in the man's face. He never sees him like this, Tony
Stark is not a man who blushes. He lets a crooked smile form on his face,
"Damn. You really like this guy don't you?"
"Just answer... am I even fit to date anyone if I still wanna bang my secretary
and my best friend?  I mean, I won't.  I just... I don't know.  I feel like a
shitty human that will always be alone," Tony says miserably into his glass.
 The sound hollow as it bounces off the water inside.
"Tony, look at me." He says, exasperated.
Tony cringes as he forces himself to sit up.  He looks to the bartender that's
ignoring them and sighs. With his eyes closed, he turns to face Rhodey. It
feels like minutes pass before he finally opens them.  Calm and collected... at
least in appearance.
Rhodey put on his best unimpressed look, "We can go into that bathroom right
now and fuck. I'll bend you over a toilet like we used to. Ream you so hard you
can't stand after. Is that what you want? Or would you rather fuck your
nameless friend?"
Tony bites his bottom lip but forces himself to not look away. He can't help
himself.  His eyes drop to Rhodey's mouth.  He can remember it on him.
 Remember how rough and dominating the man was. Rhodey could rail him into a
mattress.  Break him in half if he wanted to. ...but so could Peter Parker.
Tony sucks in a slow breath between his own lips.  Exhales slowly. "My nameless
friend."
"I want you to be certain of that answer," it may be cruel but he allows his
voice to fall into a lower register. It's husky, dominating, it's the voice
that Tony would immediately comply with when they used to play their games
together. Slowly, seductively, he continues, "Don't lie to me. I want the
truth. No one will ever know if you choose to come with me, but the choice is
yours. If he were here. Right now. Who would you choose to go with?"
Tony does look away, then.  Eyelids fluttering as he tries to still the
thrumming of his heart. His cock isn't too doused with bourbon to twitch to
half hardness at the imagery.  The memories. He rubs his hands down his thighs.
 Scratches his way back up to give himself some sensation other than the heat
Rhodey lights inside him. He hisses as he fights off the urge to ask for it.
Beg for it. "God, Rhodey, you know I can't... not when you..."
Rhodey reaches over and places his hand atop Tony's. He grips a little tighter
and they both rest on the man's upper thigh. Leaning forward, Rhodey allows his
stubble to graze Tony's cheek. He growls in the man's ear, "Answer me."
Tony turns his hand.  Clasps his fingers between Rhodey's.  The warmth the
man's palm as much an aphrodisiac as his voice.

"If you were both here, I'd take you both home... with your and his
permission," Tony says quietly.  It's the truth. If Peter wanted to share him,
he'd loved to be shared. "If he wanted you on his own, and you wanted him, I'd
watch.  ...just.  If he didn't want to do that, I could stop. I stopped for
you. I stopped for Pepper. I'm a slut, Rhodey.  I always want it.  Want all of
it.  ...but I do have self-control."
"How poetic," he growls, again. He avoids sneering. He can tell Tony truly
means his words and he doesn't think that humiliation would help in this
specific circumstance, "but that isn't what I asked you. We are both here,
Nameless and Rhodey. Right in front of you. You get to take one of us home, who
do you choose?"
"Him. I love him," Tony whispers without hesitation as he gives Rhodey's hand a
final squeeze and pulls away. Leaving the man's fist balled up on his thigh.
Rhodey sits back and turns to the bar as though nothing happened, his voice
returning to normal, "Well I think you answered your own question. You're a
slut, always have been and always will be, but you're a good man, and you'll be
a good partner for this guy." He laughs, "I'm really curious who has you so
smitten and how you managed to keep a relationship without telling me... it's
not Thor is it?" He cocks an eyebrow, knowing how his friend lusts after the
god of thunder. 
"Jesus, man. If I were dating Thor, we'd already be mar..." he pauses.
 Marriage. The one thing he's always avoided and feared... but it's exactly
what all his desires for Peter feel like they're building to.  Not an easy
fuck.  Not a parent to coddle his internal woes. A partner.  In science and
heroics. Fuck.  Has he really fallen this hard, this fast?
"You'd marry Thor?" He frowns now, knowing how Tony feels on the matter
"It was a joke. Thor's hot but dumb as a box of rocks," Tony smiles weakly. He
gets a far away look in his eyes as he pictures Peter in a white suit sticking
a ring on his finger.  He smiles a bit goofily and grabs his glass, again, to
try and hide his face.
Rhodey can't help smiling at that, a puzzled look still on his face as he
shakes his head, "God Tony, I've never heard you speak of marriage unless it
was about how awful the institution is..."
"Would YOU say no to waking up next to Thor, every morning?"
He huffs a breath, "You just said yourself you wouldn't marry Thor. This
mystery man must be pretty special, whoever he is."
"I didn't... say anything about..." Tony shakes his head frantically as he
looks at Rhodey in desperate horror.
"You didn't need to say it, it's written clear on your face." He smiles wider,
"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want to marry him?"
"Marry who?" Tony asks as he looks at the bartender.
"Your mystery man... or am I reading this wrong?" He asks genuinely.
"It's new," Tony admits, finally looking back at Rhodey. "I would never imagine
something so... foolish, this soon."
"Alright," he says, raising his hands in defeat, "I'm just counting it a win
that you said you wouldn't think on it so soon and not ever."
"I meant... the other one?  The not ever part?"
"Tony. I think it's a great thing if you finally want to settle down." He says,
placing a hand on the man's shoulder.
"You're not..." Tony feels like an ass for even thinking it, but he needs to
know.  "...Jealous?"
"A little," he admits quietly, but the smile doesn't waver from his face, "but
there was no way we would've worked out, no matter how much we wanted it. We're
too different as people. I'm happy you found someone to share yourself with..."
He pauses, then bites the inside of his cheek, "does he know about your, uh...
particular tastes? In bed I mean..."
"I've been too... something to bring it up."
He gives a disapproving look, "If you want to be rough together you have to
talk it out first, come on Tony I expected better, even from you."
"We've been rough... just not like you and I.  Not yet," Tony says. The dreamy
look back on his face as he remembers chasing Peter around his house.
"Just, talk to him. If you're this much in love over something so new, I'm
afraid of you getting hurt. Make sure he's what you want."
"And make sure I'm what he wants," Tony says. His misery quickly rising up,
again.
"That too," he won't lie to comfort the other man, "but you just have to talk
to him. Communication is key, I thought I taught you that."
"You taught me something?  All I remember is getting nagged about being
fashionably late and amazing sex."
He punches him in the shoulder where his hand was, "Knock it off."
"I can't," Tony laughs.  He does quiet down after that, though. Sipping more of
his water as he smiles over at his best friend.
He smiles back, "I'm glad you're so happy. I haven't seen you like this in
forever. Will you tell me who the lucky guy is?"
Tony can't manage to make himself simply lie.  Should he say the guy's name is
"Bob" and let that be it? Rhodey's his best friend.  Knows all but one of his
secrets. He sighs. "I'll tell you, someday. Tonight... it's new. He can be
"nameless guy" for a while."
He huffs a bit more but concedes, "Alright. Whatever your reasons are for
keeping me in the dark I'm sure they're important given the fact that you never
keep secrets ever. ...not even about Iron Man."
Tony smiles wanly. The reason is guilt. It's knowing Rhodey will call the
police and testify in court to put Tony in jail. It's knowing Rhodey is the
only person in his life that will do the right thing.
He smiles back then checks his watch, "I think it's time we both get home. I
have an early start and you're already too drunk for the bartender to give you
any more." He stands up and waits by Tony's side in case he has to catch the
other man.
Tony whispers to his watch to text Happy to pick-up his car in the morning. He
then straightens up and looks at Rhodey. "You don't mind dropping me off,
right?"
He rolls his eyes again but grips the man's bicep and tugs him towards the
door, "Let's go."
On the way home, Tony turns on Rhodey's radio and sings along at top volume. A
pop song about ruby red lips and dangerous vixens.
Rhodey can't help smiling at Tony's ridiculousness. He hasn't seen his friend
genuinely happy in so long, whoever his nameless friend is must be very unique.
 
===============================================================================
The next day, Peter sits in the middle of English while completely zoning into
space. Shakespeare never has been able to capture his attention and he knows
he's going to fall asleep if he doesn't do something soon. Instead of actually
paying attention and taking notes, he pulls out his phone. Under his desk he
shoots a message to Tony.
[(Transcript Below)]

PETER: {Hey :)} 
TONY: {Pretty sure it's a school day, young man}
Peter smirks and glances around, making sure no one is looking at him.

PETER: {But I'm soooooo bored ...Daddy}
"Oh," Tony says out loud. He's in his lab surrounded by his subordinates. He'd
been vaguely interested in what they had to say… until Peter started texting.

TONY: {English? Philosophy? Creative writing?}
PETER: {English, Shakespeare}
Peter smiles to himself, glad Tony isn't ignoring him or telling him to go back
to work. Tony, at work, glances around. Responds.

TONY: {Am I really more interesting than The Bard? I'm flattered.}
Peter snorts.

PETER: {There's definitely a few things I'd rather be doing right now.}
TONY: {I need a list.}
Peter feels his cock twitch in his trousers and he tries to adjust himself
under his desk.

PETER: {Hmmmm... I wish I could be on my knees under your desk right now,
keeping your beautiful cock nice and warm.}
TONY: {Warm? Oh, you mean, you'll take it between those pretty lips while I'm
limp? Wait with me until I'm hard.}
The boy's eyes dilate.

PETER: {Yes. I'd suck you off once you were hard, lick you clean, then hold you
until you're hard again.}
TONY: {Jesus. I'm at work, baby...}
PETER: {Wish I was with you :( }
TONY: {I've missed you. ...for these few hours we've been apart.}
PETER: {I miss you too Daddy. When will I see you again?}
TONY: {In a week. Maybe two.}
Peter frowns, asks his teacher to go to the bathroom and locks himself in a
stall.

PETER: {Why so long?}
TONY: {I've got a trip. Wish I could take you with me, but surprisingly enough,
I want you to graduate.}
The boy scowls and sends a message.

PETER: {Are you alone?}
TONY: {Surrounded by my minions.  Do I need to be alone?}
It's barely a second to make the decision. He sends one text.

PETER: {Keep the screen hidden.}

Then after he sees it’s been read, he strips. He drops his jeans around his
ankles and pulls his shirt up, holding the hem in his teeth so his abs show. He
shoots a high angle selfie with one hand as he holds his cock in the other.

He sends the picture with a caption.
PETER: {I think you'll want to be alone Daddy...}
TONY: {During school? I'm a horrible influence, aren't I? ...heading to my
office.}
PETER: {I'm so hot and hard for you in school Daddy, I can't take my mind off
of you. What should I do?}

He sits on the toilet and starts stroking his cock with one hand. The fact that
he can get Tony Stark to leave a project is a power in itself and he stiffens
further at the thought.
Tony knows sending nudes is... probably a bad idea. He's famous. People always
try, unsuccessfully, to hack his shit. ...but he's sent it. Designer suit
mostly intact but with his erection in hand. Visible from just below his chest
to crotch. Straight on in the mirror of his executive bathroom. At least nobody
will recognize him by the Arc Reactor, if the photo ever goes public.
Peter moans when he sees it. He thinks of all the things he could do with the
man in that suit and tells Tony as much.

PETER: {What if you had me on my knees during one of your big meetings. You'd
fuck my mouth, in this suit, and show everyone there who has the power with
your obedient little boy at your feet.}

He remembers what Tony said about exhibitionism and hopes this is something the
man would enjoy, even if they never could in real life.
TONY: {I'm in charge. Who could really challenge me? My teenage lover and I can
fuck where we please. Standing on top of a conference room table with you bent
over in front of me.}
PETER: {I'd look out at them, they'd all want a turn. They'd all want a chance
to fuck my mouth or my hole. But all they get is to watch you, because I'm
yours Daddy.}
TONY: {You don't want to be passed around like a party favor?}
PETER: {I want them to be jealous.}
Peter thinks about the situation to himself for a moment, stroking as he gets
an idea.
PETER: {Maybe they try to take me. They're not supposed to but they want me so
bad. Would you save me Daddy?}
TONY: {Would you be offended if Daddy likes to watch?}
TONY: {OF COURSE I'D SAVE YOU.}
PETER: {You'd rather watch other men fuck me?}
Peter's not sure how he feels on that but it doesn't exactly dampen his lust,
although he prefers it just to be Tony.
PETER: {But I think you're pretty hot straight out of battle, hair messed,
bruised and maybe bleeding. Seeing you fight a bunch of men for me in that
fucking suit would be so sexy.}
TONY: {Picturing myself punching the company board is... not a thing I should
be doing.}

Tony drops his pants to his ankles.  Gets comfortable at his desk where no one
would see even if they sat right across from him.

TONY: {What about some baddies? I get rid of them just as they've ripped
through that skin-tight, poly-fiber suit of yours.  ...but you look so
irresistible on the ground. All scuffed up and groaning. I'd have to take you.
Right on a rooftop under a bright, blue sky.}
"Yesssss..." Peter moans in real life before realizing where he is and that
anyone could walk in. Somehow the thought isn't the turn-off it should be and
he starts pumping faster.

PETER: {I want you to take me as hard as you want, claiming me. Raping me. I'm
yours.}
TONY: {I’d cum inside you. Marking you. I don't want anyone's scent on you, but
mine.}
PETER: {Have you cum yet Daddy? How hard are you thinking of me?}
Tony hasn't yet touched himself. He sends another picture of his cock. Showing
off the precum that's accumulated on the tip.

TONY: {I think I want to stay hard for you all day. Maybe call you tonight to
take care of it? I want you to cum, baby. Think about Daddy fucking you hard
and unloading inside of you. Biting you like a mutt fucking a horny bitch in an
alley.}
Peter just has enough time to stand up and turn around, cumming into the
toilet. He fucks his hand through his orgasm and slowly comes back to
himself. He brings his cum covered hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers,
then innocently looks at the camera and he sends the picture to Tony.

PETER: {Doesn't taste as good as you do Daddy.}
TONY: {Fuck.}

Tony sends a short video of him teasing himself as he tucks himself away. He
then holds a thumbs up next to the bulging crotch of his slacks.

TONY: {Going back to work like this, baby.}
Peter's eyes bulge. The thought of Tony be hard and wanting all day for him,
fuck he wishes he were there.

PETER: {I want to see you cum.}
TONY: {Maybe I won't cum for two weeks?}
PETER: {Daddy...}
He's surprised. Peter can't deny himself for that long. Although the thought of
Tony, hard and wanting until they can fuck again is almost enough to make him
stiff again.
TONY: {Every day. Every time I think of you. I'll text you.  ...and I'm not
cumming until you're here to lick it up.}
PETER: {You're making me want to ditch school.}
TONY: {Two. Weeks. Patience is a virtue, baby boy.}
PETER: {I can't wait for you to get back, your cock is going to be so hard.
You're going to be bursting with it. I wonder how much cum you'll have built up
to cover me in...}
The thought of Tony blowing his load after not cumming for two weeks makes his
mouth water. The man will be so on edge.
TONY: {Back downstairs, working. You behave!}

Tony flies out that night. He texts Peter an, "I love you" from the airport.
 Shoots him a photo of a travel agency poster with a beach scene Tony captions
the image with a text.

TONY: {Next Summer, <3 me and you}
Peter smiles at the picture.
PETER: {I love you}
He even calls at 10pm when he arrives at his destination.  It's a school night,
but he doubts the boy is sleeping. Peter's laying in bed playing some stupid
game on his phone when he sees Tony calling. He double checks that May is still
gone and he answers, flopping back on the bed, "Hey Daddy."
"No dirty talk. I just wanted to hear your voice before I grab dinner and get
some sleep."
He chuckles a bit, "Awwww, okay. How was your day?"
"Busier than most," Tony coos. He waves off his chauffeur as hotel staff grabs
his bags. He wants a moment alone. Or better yet, a moment with Peter.  He
enters the lobby while Pepper deals with paperwork at the front desk.  Stands
off to the side smiling as he speaks. "How about yours?"
"Oh ya know, boring. Got some homework done. Stopped some guy trying to jack a
bike. The usual." He pauses before tacking on, "I touched myself again." 
"Baby, I've got a lot of people around me," Tiny scolds half-heartedly.
"But I don't," he jokes, "you're just gonna have to try to keep a straight
face."
"Why are you like this?" Tony outright laughs. "And it's not my face I'm
worried about people seeing."
He snickers, "Well you better get to your room quick before thatstarts to be
too noticeable." He's never dirty talked before but he's not ashamed, not after
the weekend they spent together.
Tony whines into his headset. "But baby, I'm hungry..."
"Okay, Daddy. Guess you'll have to wait to hear about how I touched myself to
you."
"At home? School? Rooftop in the Spider-suit?"
"No, no. You need to eat. I can't distract you from that. Go have dinner,
maybeI'll still be up when you get back."
Tony agrees to call back, later. He just hadn't planned to call once he was
alone in his room. The temptation to pleasure himself would be far too great.
 ...but he's never told Peter "no" and has no plans to.
Peter smiles, he's on edge already, the anticipation waiting for Tony is
killing him. He tries to play his game until the man is done but his mind keeps
straying. He wonders if Tony is thinking about him too.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
                               Fear and Delight
                         All the way through the night
              With a little derring-do I'll fall in love with you
 
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Tony eats a late dinner with Pepper. His eyes keep glancing to the phone he's
left face-up on the dinner table. His voice barely ever raises above a murmur
while she speaks to him about his upcoming itinerary. At some point, she's
spoken for at least ten minutes before he finally looks up and tells her that
he hasn't heard a thing. She comments on his distracted demeanor, but leaves it
after he shoves his mouth full of food and smiles. He texts Peter.
TONY: {Sleep?}
PETER: {Not yet ;)}
 TONY: {It's a school night, little boy} 
PETER: {But my Daddy isn't here to tuck me in.}
He laughs at himself, can't believe how ridiculous he sounds. But it doesn't
stop the fire that's been growing since he heard the man's voice earlier. 
TONY: {Daddy has to work, baby boy. Get you all the nice toys you want. Take
you wherever you want to go. I'm all torn up because I miss you, too.}
PETER: {I know. You done at dinner?} 
TONY: {Left the check with Pepper and hopping on the elevator, now.} 
PETER: {You should video call me once you're up there.} 
Peter quickly undresses himself so he's stark naked on the bed. At the same
time, in a different timezone, Tony's private elevator opens into the executive
suite. He smiles as he checks his phone, again.

TONY: {Oh, come on. I'm too old for that. Barely know what angles to use ...and
watching you is too much temptation.}
PETER: {You don't have a bad angle, but if you don't want to watch me I guess
that's okay.} He hopes the only reason the man doesn't want to is just because
he's trying stave off his pleasure and not because he found some blonde whore
to keep him company.
Tony is silent for seven minutes. No text. No call. No video chat.
PETER: {Daddy?} He waits a few more minutes and gives into double texting.
PETER: {C'mon I was joking. It's fine. I still wanna talk to you Tony...}
Tony video calls Peter. When the boy answers, he's holding up his phone to show
he's brushing his teeth.
Peter huffs a laugh that's slightly out of relief, "Hey, Daddy." Peter has one
hand tucked behind his head under the pillow as he holds the phone his with his
other. His bare chest is showing, just cutting off around the V of his waist. 
Tony's eyebrows shoot up. He winks as he holds the phone away to spit.  When he
resurfaces, he's swishing his cheeks around to rinse. Froth still on his lips.
He spits again before carrying "Peter" into the bedroom. "You know, I miss the
domestic bits. Showering with you. Brushing our teeth together. Cleaning your
pretty hole out for a quick fuck before showering and fucking, again." 
He laughs again, more genuine, "We did fuck a lot didn't we?" Then his gaze
softens, "I miss it too. Wish I could be with you." 
"Trust me, I mulled over a million excuses to bring you with me. There's really
no reason to pull you out of school. I'm looking forward to summer."
 "Me too." He says, looking at Tony with fondness. "So..." He's not sure how to
phrase it so he just blurts it out, "You're not going to cum?" 
"Hadn't planned to... but I suspect you might tempt me." 
"I like teasing you, I don't want you to cum though. Not until I'm there to
lick it up."
"God, you've already got me rock hard, little boy."

Tony puts his glasses on, does a little tapping on his phone.  The device
floats away from him and he waves at it, "I've never attempted a strip-tease,
before, but..."
Peter bites his lip as he watches. Tony is so gorgeous in that suit, but he's
going to be gorgeous out of it too, and the glasses are a kink he’s never
realized before. He settles back into his bed, "Well, I can't wait..."
Tony slides out of his blazer. He feels awkward. Always having been a spectator
to these and not the performer. He tosses the garment to the floor with a
flourish, stretching his chest and leaning back, slightly. Women have done it
to display perky breasts. Does Peter care about his bosom?
Peter can feel his pupils blow wide, the fact that he can get this great man,
Tony Stark, to perform for him makes his cock harden all the way, "Keep going."
He says, voice hoarse.
Tony tugs on his tie. Winks. "Make it worth it, for me." 
Peter bites his lip and does the only thing he can think of at the moment. He
runs a hand down his body and follows it with the phone until he reaches his
cock, giving it a solid stroke and moaning for good measure.
Tony waits until Peter turns the phone up toward his face, again. He winks.
Definitely approving of the gesture. He bites the tail of his tie. Holding it
in his mouth as he shimmies his hips playfully and unbuckles his belt. The
strip of leather costs as much as a new car, but he simply slides it out of
every loop and drapes it under his ass, tugging on both sides of it like a
belly dancer with a silk scarf.
 Peter can't help chuckling, he gets up though and moves so he can prop his
phone on his desk and sit down. He backs away in his rolling chair and regrips
his cock, pumping it in a loose hand, "You gotta get me whatever you have to
move my phone, make it easier to see me on the bed."
"I like the angles. Very high-school-boy-sending-me-amateur-porn," Tony
chuckles. He drops the belt with a metallic thud and unbuttons his pants. He's
wearing character briefs again. He wonders if Peter ever questions his
collection of Captain America underwear. 
He drags his eyes across the bulge in his underwear and looks up, meeting his
eyes, "Are you trying to tell me something? You want Mr. Rogers to join us?"
Blushing, Tony looks away for a moment. Kicks his slacks from around his
ankles. "I uh... I started collecting them just as a joke. Then, since no one
would see them, I got in the habit of wearing them."

He turns and bends over. The shield is slightly metallic like real metal.  He
wiggles his bottom. Knowing he doesn't know how to make the scene sexy, at all.
"I will admit I'm a fan, though. Just... I'm more of a Thor guy? If he ever
offered to take you home, I'd probably throw you at him."
He laughs but then looks at the man through narrow eyes, "Are you joking?"
"Could be," he says as he drops to his knees and spreads his thighs. Showing
off defined back muscles to the camera as he flexes.
"Well I'm more of an Iron Man boy myself." He teases, he sits back in his chair
and drops his cock. He doesn't want to cum yet and Tony isn't even looking at
him anyway.
Tony hops back to his feet with his knees still bent. He might be a few decades
older than his partner, but a man doesn't fight crime without taking care of
his body. He bends backwards. Slowly. Face appearing as his hands meet the
floor to hold him up. He does a handstand as his tie and shirt flutter into his
face.  He didn't quite think this through. His feet come around and he stands
up straight. Still facing away as he whips the tie off in one direction and the
shirt off in another. Someone can sew those buttons back on, later. Tony dances
very like the cheesy dad he's become. Sliding his hands down both his ass
cheeks to accentuate the gyration of his hips. He peeks over his shoulder.
Blows a kiss to the camera.
Peter's grinning as wide as his face can go. It's one of those things where
either of them should be embarrassed, but he can't find it in himself. It's
funny and silly and somehow ridiculously hot. Good God he's in love and tells
Tony as much, "You're so fucking sexy, I still can't believe I get to have
you."
"Jesus, if the underpants and terrible dancing haven't scared you off," Tony
says. He turns to face the camera. Stands comfortably and laughs happily. "I
suppose we really are meant for each other." The phone flies to his hand as he
gestures for it. He holds it up so Peter can only see his face, "You want Daddy
to talk you through it?"
 "Please?" He asks a bit more whiny than he intended.
Tony lays down. The pillow framing his head as he continues to look into his
phone. "Do you want Daddy on top of you? Beneath you? ...pressing you up
against a wall?"
"I like it when you're on top of me. I feel safe under you." He realizes what
he says and blushes. 
Tony chuckles. Abashed, in a way. "You're under me, then. We're both warm after
a workout and the sauna. You smell so sexy when you sweat. I've got my nose
right against your neck." 
He closes his eyes and unintentionally rubs his neck, his warm hand a pale
imitation for the man. Opening them again he doesn't drop his hand after he
notices what he's doing, there's no need to be ashamed here.

"You're settled between my knees, our cocks brush together every once in
awhile. I lazily run my hand up and down your back," Peter whispers to his
phone.
Tony grins. Closes his eyes momentarily to search out the memory of Peter's
reassuring touch. "I like that, baby. Feels nice. I lick your neck. You're
delicious. Salty and perfect on my tongue. I want more of you. Need it."
"You can have me, every inch of me," then he questions, "do you want to cum
tonight, Daddy?"
Tony bites his bottom lip. "You're getting me pretty close... but I know I can
fight it."
"Well... in that case instead of fucking me how about you use your perfect lips
on my little boy cock?" He matches the man in biting his lip, not sure how this
sort of game will play out over the phone. 
"Hmmm... I'm going to kiss my way down your chest, first. Take a little detour
to tease those perky nipples. Imagine Daddy nibbling you until both are sore.
The ache staying with you for hours."
He pinches his nipples, twisting and tugging. Making them cherry red and he
moans at the pain, dropping his head on to the chair behind him. He runs both
hands over his toned abs and they ripple, twitching at the sensation. 
"Daddy's at your cock, now. I love it. Love slipping the tip of my tongue into
your slit." Tony pauses to flick his tongue out to lick over his bottom lip,
"You're making me so hard. I want your dick down my throat, baby. I want to
drink you down."
"I love it when you tease me Daddy," he reaches his cock again and slowly
strokes, precum drizzling from the tip and onto his chair. "I want you to suck
me down so hard, I want to cum and after be so limp and pliant that I could
fall asleep. That's when you'd shove your fat cock in me and fuck me deep...."
His strokes are getting faster, more sure, "but no fucking tonight. You can't
cum because you're saving your load for your baby when you get home."
"I'd still fuck you while you're all limp and boneless. Just to tease myself.
Fuck you right up to the edge and then pull out."
"Maybe we should try it sometime." He says, "or maybe I can try licking you,
teasing you with my mouth until you're on the brink, then pull away. Then I can
do it again and again and again." 
"I think you can make Daddy cum just talking about that," Tony groans. His eyes
close and he focuses his camera on the bulge beneath his blue briefs. "You see
Daddy twitching for you?"
"Yeah, yeah I do," he fixes on the bulge and squeezes his own cock so hard it's
almost painful, "let me see you Daddy, please."
"Daddy's cock is all wet... are you going to lick it clean, baby?"
"Clean you up. Lap from the tip like a cat, licking up the precum that dribbles
down."
Tony reaches into his underwear. Whimpers as his fingers make contact with the
sensitive skin. "God, if I pull it out, I'm going to cum."
"Don't cum," he pants, "I'm almost there." He twists his wrist and it's over,
he's cumming over his chair and his legs. He's almost embarrassed by the way
tremors wrack his body and make it almost impossible to keep his feet planted
on the floor. Once he comes back to himself he brings his coated hand to his
mouth and gives the little kitten licks he promised the man's cock.
Tony groans. Eyes focused hungrily on his screen. "Fuck, baby. Daddy's close."
His thighs are both shaking as he fights off the urge. He squeezes his eyes
shut, "God, I wonder if I have the time to fly home, fuck your brains out, and
come back. Fuck."
He laughs and drops his hand, not wanting to push the man too far. Still he
whimpers, "How are we going to keep this up for two weeks?"
"Sounds like I'm going to have to avoid you," Tony says. His eyes opening
slowly as he comes back to himself. He pulls his hands out of his underwear and
sighs deeply.
"Am I a fool for saying that sounds like a terrible idea?"
"You just want me to make a mess of my pants in the middle of work," Tony
grumbles jokingly.
Peter only scoffs and shakes his head, "I really do want your first time in two
weeks to be cumming on me. You'd be so pent up." 
"On your face?"
"Wherever you want."
"Dirty boy."
"Only for you." He mutters back and closes his eyes, wishing he was where Tony
could hold him.
Tony falls asleep, too. Wakes in a few hours with their chat still connected.
He realizes it's Peter's alarm that wakes him, "Peter," he yawns. "Peter, wake
up, pretty boy."
He wakes up disoriented, still in his chair and covered in cum. He groans and
looks up at his phone and sees the man staring at him, "Tony? Oh, hey..."
Tony smiles. "I'll be at a testing facility with no signal for a few days.
Think of me."
"I'm always thinking of you." He stretches his arms over his head, lean body
rippling. After he drops them and yawns he asks, "Did I wake you?"
Tony doesn't want to make the boy feel guilty. "I loved seeing your face, first
thing."

He stands up. Stretches as his phones shows off a dramatic swoop of ceiling,
then floor. He reappears and takes off the glasses he slept in. "I'll miss you,
baby boy."
"I'm sorry," he mutters, picking his phone up off the desk, "I'll miss you too
Daddy. Text me when you can?"
"I will. I think it costs $7000 to send an email from the base.  So, don't
tempt me to waste Pepper's or Happy's retirement packages on telling you how
hard Daddy is. I'll call you the minute I leave. Love you."
"Okay Daddy. Love you too." He smiles and hangs up. Grabbing his towel he goes
to wash the cum from his body and get ready for school.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Tony ends up spending a week at the facility.  He'd usually be bored without
phone apps and social media, but the big tech he's playing with has kept him
busy and surprisingly satisfied.

At night, when he's alone, he feels severe remorse. It was an adult decision to
leave Peter behind. He's in the habit of thinking about the boy's future
instead of his own selfishness ...but how often does Tony really attempt to do
the right thing? Periodically throughout each day, he sighs to himself and
thinks, yet again, "God, Peter would love it, here."

He wonders if his boy is fine without him.
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 Peter feels like a lovesick puppy. He goes through the motions of every day
life, but he doesn't really focus. He can't focus. Every thought is about how
much he misses the man. His man. His new boyfriend. Even when he jacks himself
to pictures of Tony at night, there's no satisfaction when he cums. What was
once a satisfying crush is now full blown love and nothing compares to having
the man by his side. Nothing matches up to Tony's touch and attention.

He hasn't felt this way since he lost the suit. And he hasn't been unable to
reach Tony since that same time, too. It's killing him. He almost swings off
into the night once or twice to just bust into where the man is, but he knows
how immature and irresponsible that would be. He simply goes about his days,
waiting for his lover to call.
Ned isn't at all surprised to see Peter slip through the homeroom door right as
the bell finishes ringing. Something about his best friend looks... light.
Open. He squints his eyes at Peter. Since Monday, Peter had seemed distracted,
but also happier. The happiness is why Ned never commented on it.
"Hey Peter! I got a new lego set for us. I didn't have enough money for Star
Wars. So, I got an Avengers set," Ned whispers as his best friend takes a seat.
"I'm still kinda bummed that Spiderman isn't an Avenger, yet..."
Peter snorts, "Trust me. He could become an Avenger any time. I'm just happy
where everything is right now."
"I still kinda wonder if Mr. Stark was really going to announce Spiderman was
becoming an Avenger. ...but I'm happy he announced allowing more Stark Scholars
to join the company. I got my acceptance email, this morning!"
He knew it was going to happen. Still, he doesn't have to fake the huge smile
that breaks across his face, "Oh I'm so happy for you! We can work together
now!" He is curious how the program is going to work for the other scholars and
how he will be able to get away with seeing Tony through it. He wants to ask
Ned for his advice... but he doubts his friend would approve of his new
relationship. 
"It's a private mentorship," Ned says. "I'm shadowing the head of Stark
Industries I.T. ...she's really gorgeous, too." Ned gets a far away look on his
face. He smiles dreamily as he pictures the woman that's going to be meeting
him one-on-one for the next calendar year. "I wonder if she'd date me."
"You don't think she's a little too old for you...?" Peter tests the waters...
maybe Ned would be okay knowing Peter's biggest secret of them all.
"Yeah, definitely," Ned casually replies. He looks at Peter with a wink. "I
mean, me falling for her is just understood. She's dark and glowing like a
starry, night sky. She arranges dreadlocks in intricate braids like a queen in
a crown. She's got hips out to here." Ned holds his hands so far apart that
Peter assumes he must be exaggerating. "...but she's like 28. If she liked me
back, that'd mean she's some kind of pervert. No bueno, dude."
His heart drops and he clenches his teeth against the retort that wants to
spill out. He forces himself to give a casual shrug, "Maybe in a few years when
you're eighteen. If you two like each other why not go for it..."
"Naw," Ned admits. "Don't even want to know what my family would say about
that. Or even Aunt May! I'd never hear the end of it."
"It wouldn't be that bad I don't think." He mumbles.
"God, I can just hear May interrogating my decade-older dream-girlfriend about
when she started molesting me." Ned shudders.
Peter shudders too, for a totally different reason. He still feels defensive of
his relationship with Tony though, "I'm sure once you're an adult and you can
make your own choices people won't care as much."
"What," Ned asks. "Are you still thinking about proposing to Tony Stark after
graduation?"
He balks. Then smiles, "Oh for sure," he jokes, "huge wedding. Robots as
servers. So much fun." He laughs.
"I mean... I'm kind of serious, Peter," Ned whispers. He leans closer to
Peter's seat as he continues. "I hear he's a cheater. He's selfish. He's a
terrible boyfriend. ...now that you've met him, do you still have a crush on
him?"
"The papers honestly make him out to be far worse than he is... you'll see that
when you meet him. And I work often with his ex-girlfriend and trust me, if
anyone wouldn't put up with a cheater it's her." He smiles to himself, thinking
what it would be like if Pepper actually walked in on Tony cheating on her.
He's certain that Iron Man would mysteriously disappear. His smile does wane a
bit though, "I guess he can be a bit selfish..." But it's fine, and whenever
they're together he always makes sure of Peter's comfort.
"I dunno dude," Ned shrugs. "I was kinda hoping you'd keep in touch with Liz...
I mean, I know her dad situation is weird, but, she's so hot! "
"Yeah she was but... after I ditched her at the dance she wants nothing to do
with me." He says, "Maybe I'll meet a hot lab worker too." He jokes.
"What about MJ?"
"She's pretty..." He needs to make sure he doesn't give too much away, "but
she's just a friend."
"Peter, she's hot and weird! That's your type man!" Ned chuckles. "To be
honest, I never understood the Liz thing."
"I think I just want to focus on the internship and the whole Spiderman thing
right now, man." He sighs, hoping Ned will drop the subject.
Ned frowns and turns back to their teacher. "Fine, dude. Whatever."
"Don't blame me for wanting to take time for myself." He snaps back.
"Parker," their teacher called out. Peter was the only person not looking at
the blackboard. "Pay attention!"
Peter turns back to the board, thankful for a reason to stop talking about the
topic.
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 The facility is very against letting Tony Stark take anything home.  ...but
very few people deny Mr. Stark his desires. He know Peter will enjoy the
prototype "toy" and begs to return to Stark Tower with it "for testing."

The moment he's out of range of the facility, Tony dials Peter up. "Put your
homework down and thank me for this cool thing I got you."
Peter's grinning ear to ear, it's been so long since they've talked. "Thank you
Daddy for the cool thing you got me." He laughs, "It's good to hear your
voice."
Tony holds a hand over his earpiece. Glances over at his guard and Pepper.
"When I get back to New York, have your aunt give you permission to visit," he
says. Tone suspiciously professional. "I think your understanding of gripping
unusual surfaces might be the key to finishing off this prototype."
His mind starts whirring, trying to figure out what it could possibly be. Still
he says, "Of course Mr. Stark, that shouldn't be an issue, this internship is
very important to me I'm sure there won't be a problem getting permission."
Tony shares the time and date of his return. "If you're bored that day, I can
have Happy drive you out to the airport. We should probably test it on an
abandoned runway, anyway."
"Absolutely, I can't wait!" He says, his voice full of child like excitement.
Tony's eyes flick to the guard, again. His voice drops in pitch. "Look, I know
it's not... the project I promised we'd do when I got back. But... you'll enjoy
this.  Cool science stuff."
"No, it sounds awesome. I'm really excited. We can always do that when we get
home."
Tony chuckles. "I'll get in touch or Happy will.  Take care, kiddo."
"Alright, love you."
Tony fights not to giggle. He loves hearing that.  When he looks over at
Pepper, she's glaring. "I know."

He hopes Peter catches the Star Wars reference and doesn't think he's being a
dick.
He laughs, "Man that's from that really old movie right? Empire Strikes Back?"
He teases. Hanging up the phone he goes about his business happier than usual.

The week passes.  They talk about what they did that day, the boring stuff at
school and the cool inventions Tony got to see at the secret facility. The time
apart is still a torture. Slow and so far apart with no time to even talk about
intimacy, but at least they have communication again.

Finally the day arrives for Tony to come home and Happy takes Peter to the
airport. The boy is practically busting with excitement and he knows he's
annoying, talking the man's ear off about what he thinks the "toy" may be. It's
nice to be around someone he doesn't have to hide his feelings for Tony from.
Happy drives Peter right onto the tarmac.  He politely steps out of thr car as
Tony hops inside. He's got a pretty good guess about what Tony and Peter might
get up to after not seeing each other for weeks.

Tony sits beside the boy. Dramatically lays against his shoulder. He whines.
"Daddy missed you so fucking much!"
He can't contain himself. He grips the man's chin perhaps a little too tight
and smashes their lips together, it's not nice and sweet. He bites his lip and
licks across the ridges of his teeth, consuming the man. 
Tony's immediately hard. Glad of the privacy they get in a field miles away
from the actual airport. He knows it won't go down immediately and he really
doesn't need to be photographed watching a teenage boy with a boner in his
pants. Of course, Tony kisses back just as fiercely. Glad to feel Peter, again.
Glad to smell him. Glad to taste him. "We can't stay in here, long. Don't want
to annoy Happy." 
He breaks away and nods, "Right sorry. I just missed you too." He smiles and
pets Tony's face, "So what's this surprise my amazing Daddy brought back for
me?"
Tony shows Peter videos on his phone of Silver Surfer. Explains the incidents
surrounding his appearance as best he can.  He then has Happy bring out a
skateboard. It's well-beaten bronze-like metal and latticed with circuitry.
 It's extremely heavy and rather clunky.  Happy passes it over and stands
beside Peter.

"This sheet of metal has been heavily augmented by our spendthrift government
to reverse gravity for levitation and propulsion.  Problem is, even with
straps, we can't really get anything to stay on top of it.  Standing on this
thing, once activated, is like standing upside down.  Your clothes and hair
float. You feel nauseous. Whole nine yards."

Tony steps forward and takes Peter's hand. "If your power to hang upside down
from buildings applies, here. I can -personally- and -secretly- develop
adhesives and possibly even a cure for all the other physical side effects."
"Holy shit."

It's amazing, he tentatively reaches out to take it and admires the work, even
if it's not perfect it's a beautiful piece of equipment. He wonders if it would
affect him the same way it does others. He looks up to Tony with bright eyes,
"Can I try it now?" He asks, like a boy asking for permission to play with a
new Christmas toy.
"I've been waiting to see you ride this thing all week."

Tony snaps an earpiece to Peter's head and a bracelet around his wrist. Karen
pipes out a "Hello Peter, I'm here to monitor your vitals while you fly. I will
also suggest safety measures."
He feels giddy, "Hey Karen." He sets the board on the ground and steps on, when
it activates and floats up a few feet it's... weird. His center of gravity
feels wrong an he can feel his hair stand on end. It's different than swinging
around but not terrible. He needs to get his equilibrium in check and his
stomach feels funny, but not sick. It isn't bad.

"How do I control it?"
Tony shrugs. "Try tilting a bit?"
Peter gently presses down with his left foot, and the board flies to the side.
He lets out an undignified squeak that he will deny ever making and he tries to
balance it again.

"Woah, that was scary."
Tony and Happy are laughing so hard they have to cling to each other.   Both
repeatedly apologize for laughing.... as they continue laughing.
He shoots a web to the ground a oh so carefully presses his toes, using the web
to balance. He does it again and again, shooting webs and using them to pull
himself over to the men.

"Shut up," he mockingly glares at them, then narrows his gaze on Tony, "you're
lucky I love you." Then he blushes, realizing it's the first time he's said
that in front of anyone else.
Happy coughs as Tony smiles and responds in kind to Peter.  He then shakes
Peter's hand because he can't hug him. "Though we've got to not talk like this
outside of Stark Tower, dear."
"It's just Happy." He mutters, but he's glad the man didn't rebuke his
affections. He's still a little nervous that he's some fling Tony will cut off
when he becomes too annoying or too old. He knows he won't but that little
voice in his head won't leave him alone. He backs up the board and feels a bit
more comfortable with it, starts making small circles both ways, testing out
his balance.
Karen starts humming in Peter's ear. "Feels nice to be out of the suit. Get to
stretch my legs a little. Can you wear me to school, like this?"

Her voice this lowers to a whisper as if anyone else can hear her. "I can
whisper Shakespeare answers to you during tests "
He laughs, "That might come in handy. But I can't get caught cheating. I might
lose the 'Stark Internship' if I do." He moves the board up higher, "So how far
will this thing take me?"
Karen chuckles. "I'll warn you at 1 mile above ground."
"Okay." He moves up by arching his back until Karen gives the warning. Then the
real fun begins.

He swoops around the sky, feeling comfortable up here. It's different not to be
dangling but it isn't bad at all. He tests the speed and uses his web for help.
He latches one to the top of the watchtower and sling shots around, shooting
back to the ground and pulls back the speed. He floats over to Tony, "This
thing is amazing. Would definitely come in handy when I'm in the country with
no buildings to swing from."
Tony chimes in. "Can't let Spiderman be seen with one, just yet."
"Yeah, yeah I know." He says, slightly disappointed but it's doesn't matter, "I
definitely think we can fix the problems with it though."
"Smart boy," Karen and Tony say simultaneously.
"Should we... head back to the lab?" He tries to make it sound casual. The
board is amazing but there's something he's wanted to do for two weeks, a
little surprise of his own and he thinks he's done a great job keeping it a
secret from both men, neither seem to have any idea.

"We can mess around... with the board. See what the defects are, see what we
can do to change it."
Tony clears his throat. "Yes. Lab. Now."

He eagerly runs over to Peter. Looks up.  He's there to catch the boy in case
he falls but doubts he can do it without his power suit.
He shoots webs on either side of the board and pulls himself to the ground. The
second he makes contact the machine shuts off and he steps off but his legs
wobble and he stumbles into Tony, "Oh, sorry."
Tony helps the kid straighten up. Grins because he's fighting the urge to kiss
him. They finally leave the airport, giddy but not touching in the backseat of
the car Happy's driving.
Happy drops them off with instructions to "Stay safe."  Tony can't tell if he's
warning them not to hurt themselves with the hover board or use a condom.
Peter's alight with barely controlled energy. It feels like the moments before
he swings into a fight, every sense is heightened. Once they're inside he takes
Tony's hand, "So... what do you want to do?" He asks coy, "We could take the
board to the lab, run some tests..." He's teasing Tony but he's almost worried
the man will choose it over more pleasurable activities they could be doing. 
Tony grabs Peter around the waist. Places their crotches together just to show
the kid how hard he is. "Honestly, I wanna get my hands on your webbing as soon
as possible for more testing... a few blood samples. Maybe run some diagnostics
with your suit on..."
"Oh yeah?" He says, grinding on Tony's erection. He smiles but there's a
heaviness in his gaze, he moves closer so they're almost kissing, "I hated
being away from you. Every second was agony."
"I honestly never want to leave you again. Already insisting my next visit is
on the weekend," he leans into Peter, kissing him, again. "May will approve of
you visiting a convention in Tokyo, right?  Two days."
"Oh I'm sure she will be proud that you pick me to accompany you. My 'genius
intellect' or whatever..." It takes a moment to settle in, "Tokyo, wow... I've
never left the country... unless you count that fight in Germany."
Tony doesn't respond to that. He's already got plans to give the boy every
opportunity he was born without. "Bed?"
"Please." He breathes and jumps into Tony's arms, wrapping his muscular legs
around his waist and threading his fingers behind his head, he kisses him
again.
Tony manages to carry Peter to his bedroom. He's hard and just far too hungry
for the taste of Peter's skin. He licks his face. Wet and disgusting as
always... but he loves claiming his baby in every possible way.

Upon arrival, he tosses the boy on the bed. Scrambles his way out of his pants.
"Two weeks! Two fucking weeks!"
Peter bounces on the bed with the force of the throw and he sits up, spreading
his legs. "I honestly don't know how you did that," he says in awe, "you really
didn't cum at all when you were there?"
"Ok, technically I had a wet dream the first night we did videochat... but no.
I waited for you."
"Oh? Did you cum the bed?" He snickers.
Tony crawls on top of Peter. Finally fully nude though Peter's not yet
undressed, "I got my sheets all sticky thinking about licking your pretty, teen
cock."
"Oh Daddy, you can do whatever you want to me now." He says, but he slips out
from underneath him and gets off the bed.
Tony flops flat onto the mattress.

"Are you actually taking time to undress?" he asks Peter with his face mashed
into the cushion below.
He laughs at the childish display, "I thought I was supposed to be the whiny
one." Reaching over he rolls the man onto his back so he has to look at Peter.
The boy gives him a quick peck on the lips, "I think I owe you a dance, don't
I?"

Peter moves to the foot of the bed and looks at his lover with a crooked smile
on his face, one by one he starts to pop open the buttons of his shirt.
Tony flips around in the bed. Sits up eagerly with his feet flat on the floor.
"A lapdance?"
"I have no idea what I'm doing... so don't laugh at me." His shirt flutters to
the ground and he takes a few steps backward, swaying his hips and running his
fingers down his chest and over his nipples.
"I'd like to exercise my right to laugh when I feel it.... but you were nice to
me. So, I'll give you a bit of leniency." Tony gestures with both hands.
Grabbing motions. "Come here."
Peter steps just into reach, only to grab the man's wrists. He leans forward,
pressing his hands into the bed next to his thighs and he's bent over so
they're nose to nose, "No touching."
Tony playfully nips at Peter's nose. Teeth clacking together, "I know you want
me to."
"Oh I do, but not quite yet." He squeezes Tony's fists into the bed, "Keep them
there." Then he backs away, undoing his button and pulling his jeans down a tad
before pulling them back up, teasing him.

He twirls his hips like a dancer as he tugs on his nipples, then decides he's
teased the man enough. Peter pulls his pants down, exposing a new pair of
briefs with Thor's hammer on the front, the image bulging from his cock.
Tony dies laughing. Completely and utterly pleased by the nod to his crush on
Thor, "I'm sure he'll appreciate those when I toss you into his lap, someday."
He scoffs, "I don't know if that will happen... but I just wanted to be like my
Daddy." He winks as he walks back to Tony, standing over him while straddling
his legs so he doesn't touch his cock yet, "Do you wanna know where I got
them?" He asks mischievously.
Tony's head tilts to the side. "Tell me. In fact... whisper it to me."
"Oh you read my mind Daddy," he braces his hands on the man's shoulders and
bring his lips to his ear, "I got them in the little boy's section of the
store."
Tony's eyes slam closed. That hits that nerve he's always tried to keep buried
except for when he's around Peter. He slides a hand down Peter's chest. Trails
it down to the whimsical waistband.  Toys with the elastic, "I love you."
"I love you too." But he slaps the man's hands, "I said no touching."
Tony whines,  "I need it."
"You waited two weeks... I think you can wait a little longer." He keeps his
arms braced so he can brush his still clothed erection against Tony's cock, but
there's not enough pressure for him to be sitting on the man.
Tony withers at the touch. Nearly falling back. The pleasure is almost more
than he can stand, "My precious baby boy... teasing Daddy's cock."
"I've got one more surprise for you Daddy." He stands up and pulls away, toying
with the hem of his briefs, biting his lip and eying Tony nervously.
"Love a surprise," Tony says. Licking his lips.
He turns around, bends over and drags the underwear with him. There between his
cheeks sits a simple silver plug in a loose hole. He glances around his hip to
catch Tony's reaction.
Tony asks where he got it from at age fifteen. "Don't tell me you stole it..."
He laughs, "No, but the websites are very discreet with their packaging. And if
your card works they don't ask questions."
"Prepaid card," Tony laughs. "You really are the devil... can I touch you, now?
I should check to make sure that's secure enough to wear to school."
"Hmmmm... I guess. Since you've been sooooo good to me." He straddles the man
again, their cocks finally brushing together after way too long. He wonders if
the man can feel the metal of his plug against his skin when he rolls his hips.
Tony scratches Peter's back. Groans with a little smile on his face. "You are
my everything."
"And you're mine." He says feeling lame. Nothing he can say can measure up to
Tony's words. Instead, he kisses him deep and hopes it conveys all the feelings
he can't say, "If you only knew how much I love you."
"Do you love me enough to let me drive you into this mattress?"
"It would be an honor." Peter says, crawling across the man to lay on his
stomach. He's not sure how Tony will want him but he knows when he brings his
knees under him and his ass in the air, Tony has a good view of his plug.
Tony stands. Runs his fingers slowly across Peter's ass from cheek to plug to
cheek. He growls ever so slightly. Feeling the same animalistic possessiveness
that always takes over when Peter teases or presents himself for a fuck. He
slides his fingers back the way they came. Cheek. A sharp tap to the plug.
Cheek, "I've been waiting so long... I almost don't know what to do with you."
He whimpers every time the man touches the plug, it shifts ever so slightly in
his hole and a wave of pleasure rushes him. He arches a bit, "You can do
anything Daddy, anything at all..." He debates letting Tony find out for
himself but decides he'd rather say it himself, "I'm already prepared," he
blushes, "you can just take me if you want."
Tony swipes his index finger around the base of the plug. Rubs the lube into
Peter's cheek. "Oh, I noticed, baby.  You're dripping for Daddy like a bitch in
heat."

He bends forward. Bites into Peter's rump like his teeth are sliding through a
melon.

"Want me to take you, like that? Rough and careless and desperate for that two
week load to come out and cover you up?  Like a horny mutt?"
"Yesss," he hisses, already imagining the burn and stretch, "I-if that's what
you want Daddy." This is all for Tony, his welcome home present, whatever the
man wants he can have.
Tony climbs onto the bed. Stands on it. He has enough room to circle Peter but
decides not to because his balance is precarious. Instead, he falls to one knee
on top of the boy. His other foot flat on the mattress below. He rubs his
erection between solid cheeks. Achingly aroused by the press of veined flesh on
the plug's surface.
Peter moans obscenely, the shifting of the plug feels amazing when it's Tony
doing it. He presses back against the man, canting his hips, "I need you inside
me, I need you to fuck your little boy so hard he won't be able to walk after.
I've gone two weeks without you, I need you now."
"I'm an old man. This won't last long once I start."
"I won't last long anyway after being alone for two weeks. Don't worry about it
baby." The word falls from his lips unintentionally and he doesn't even realize
he's said it.
Tony smiles. Presses his lips to Peter's shoulder, "You got me so many nice
surprises.  I should watch you play in your underwear. I should tease you with
the plug. I should try to be less desperate..."
"Is that what you want...?" He asks quietly, biting his lip.
"I want to bang the life out of you ten times and pass out... but I also want
you to know I love your surprises. More than I can ever say."

He licks down Peter's spine. That youthful skin an aphrodisiac in itself.
He shivers under the exploring tongue, "I know how much you like my surprises,"
he smiles, "we can get to the 'banging the life out of me ten times' part now
if you want."
Tony situates his mouth over the plug. Wiggles it with his teeth. He wants to
be sure it's not so thick it will harm the boy.
"Daddy… please." He begs, needing for Tony to fuck him now. 
He bites down and tugs. The plug slides out leaving Peter clean and slightly
gaping.
He stretches, arms straight out in front of him and head in the mattress. His
back ripples with his muscles as it dips, creating a perfect curve up into his
ass.

"Ruin me Daddy."
Tony licks his way back up Peter's spine. When their hips finally meet again,
he simply sinks in. He can't help but cry out. Voice high-pitched and moaning,
"God, baby boy. My sweet little pup. How does it feel to finally have daddy
back inside you?"

He's only talking to fight off the urge to immediately shoot his seed inside of
Peter.
"It feels right," he manages to croak out, he's practically in tears at how
good he feels, "I feel complete again... whole. Never fucking leave me again,
fuck!"
"Never!" Tony promises. He pulls his hips out and slams back in. Scooting Peter
forward an inch. He knows the promise is something he can't keep, but he'd say
almost anything while the boy is pleasuring him.
He gasps as soon as he's fucked into, but groans when Tony stills inside him
again, "C’mon Daddy. Fuck me already."
"Horny kid," he complains. Sliding in and out, slowly. His hips manage to pull
him out, fully. The lube and precum shining on his tip as he looks down to
appreciate how wide open his baby boy is. Gaping and inviting.

Tony plunges back in. Still careful though not exactly slow. He pauses as he
feels himself start to spasm. His balls grow tight and he clenches his fingers
on Peter's hip. Staving off the inevitable. It takes him a minute to collect
himself and start stroking, again.
He moans, knowing Tony is trying to prolong the experience for them both. He
keeps his hips perfectly still so his Daddy can do all the work, the last thing
Peter wants is to move the wrong way and make the man cum too soon.  He does
bring one hand back and grips one of Tony's hands on his hip, he pulls it to
his hair and urges the man to grab on, "Use me like a toy Daddy."
As instructed, Tony grabs Peter's hair.  Tugs the boy up so they're back to
chest. Just as he's about to speak, he feels his cock twitching. His balls
growing tight. He pauses, again. Moaning into Peter's shoulder. "...fuck...."

He wants to be rough. Wants to yank the kid until they both cum.  But what he
wants doesn't seem to matter to his cock.
He feels Tony twitch inside him and he smiles, "It's okay, we always have round
two."
Tony relents. Biting into Peter's neck as he ruts inside him. Short, sharp
strokes and the most intense pleasure he's ever known.

There's a flutter low in his belly as he nears orgasm. He pulls out and starts
jerking himself. Cock leaking and coated in the froth of a creamy fuck.

"Face, baby. Lay down. Lay down."
Peter realizes what he's saying and complies, flipping around and putting his
face under Tony's cock. He smiles up at the man he loves then drops his jaw and
closes his eyes.
Tony continues jerking. His own jaw slack with the intensity of his feelings.
Drooling like some mindless goon and incapable of holding back his grunts and
moans.  He's so close. Right on the cusp of relief. It nearly hurts to be this
pent up. This turned on.
At the last moment Peter changes his mind. He rolls on his stomach and props up
on his forearms. He latches onto the tip of his cock, sucking hard and dipping
his tongue into his slit. He looks up and tries to make eye contact with Tony.
Tony reaches down. Yanks Peter off his cock by his hair and unloads directly on
his chest. Then neck. The rest he aims at Peter's mouth and forehead. He's
trembling by the time ten powerful spurts have painted his underage lover
white. He finally has the presence of mind to focus on the kid and the sight of
his massive load dripping down teen features in thick, creamy rivulets is
enough to make his softening cock flex.

"...gorgeous boy."
He's stunned into silence. There's so much. He's covered . He swallows the cum
in his mouth and wipes his eyes with both hands so he can meet Tony's eyes. One
hand he brings to his mouth and starts finger fucking his throat as he laps the
cum, the other he moves to his cock, using Tony's cum as slick to start pumping
his own hard cock, both hands moving at the same time. 
Tony smiles down at Peter, hovering about the boy and just taking in the vision
of sticky lashes and coated lips. Eventually, he pulls the boy's hand out of
his mouth so he can lean down and press his own mouth to Peter's. The he moves
to lick the cum from his face and chin, moaning as he cleans the boy. Peter
lies beneath him and giggles at the tickle of Tony's tongue as the man drags it
along is Adam's apple. Tony smiles back but keeps working.
When he's done, he sends Peter off to the bathroom to get cleaned up. When the
boy returns, he's wearing low-slung pajama pants and holding something
comfortable out for Peter to slip into, "Is it weird that eating my own cum
made me hungry?"
"Probably."
"Well, lunch is already in the study outside my room. Let's tuck in," Tony says
as Peter gets at least partially dressed.
They eat eagerly and in near silence. Both of them determined to get back to
fucking as soon as possible. Even their usual under-table flirtation of
touching bare feet with big toes isn't attempted.
Peter, the minx, slips away from the table as soon as he takes his last bite
and walks around it to toy with Tony's hair. Tony looks up at him, cock already
unfurling in anticipation of whatever happens next. He stands and hugs the boy.
Kissing his face and cheeks as Peter happily hugs him back.
He grinds his cock against Peter's belly. Twitching as his hips gyrate, "Do you
want Daddy's cock, baby?"

"Yes, Daddy," he whimpers, "so much." He rubs his own cock against Tony's thigh
and it's tenting the too loose pants.

Tony grabs Peter's shoulders and slams him onto the nearest flat surface, a
chaise lounge near the bar. He tugs the boy's pants half down as he drops to
his knees. He'd meant to return to the bed... but on his knees between Peter's
thighs as the boy hangs half off his seat, Tony Stark swallows Peter's pretty
little boy cock in one gag-free gulp. He's never been a man for much preamble.

Peter gasps. He didn't expect it and the assault on his cock is almost too
much. He accidentally bucks his hips and dimly hopes he didn't hurt the man.
"I-I'm gonna..." His balls draw up, he's so close to cumming.

Tony let's go with an audible pop. He starts jerking the boy with a grin on his
face, "That's it, slut."
Tony watches as a robot arm tips vial down Peter's throat. Too quick for him to
stop it. He knows it's a necessary precaution after lunch, but he's annoyed to
have to stop. He stands, glaring at the robot's camera in reprimand. He then
turns to Peter. "Head to the restroom. I'll be in bed when that 'potion' does
its work."

He frowns and sits up, tries to stand up but falls back onto the lounge, knees
weak.
"What is it?"

Tony yanks the boy up and pushes him toward his bathroom. "Trust me, you should
be in a hurry."

His frown deepens and he gets about three steps towards the bathroom and his
stomach seizes. He lurches for the door and just makes it. When he's done he
feels totally empty, violated even. He walks back out to the bedroom with a
frown still on his face.

Tony's lying on his side. Completely undressed and lightly stroking himself.
He's obviously amused and trying to hold back laughter. "I'll make it up to
you, I promise."

He approaches the bed but doesn't get in yet, "I really didn't appreciate
that."

Tony pats the bed. An invitation. "The AI can be a little... presumptuous."
He doesn't know how much he should share with the kid but sighs and bites the
bullet, anyway. "I've had... some issues. Anxiety and trying to heal that via
drinking. The robots tend to take care of things without my input because
they've needed to in order to protect me ....but I can put a little work in,
next weekend, to make sure they ask your permission, first. I hope that... my
past, I mean, isn't..." He takes a breath and lays back. It's easier to say
this without looking at the boy. "I don't ever want to be a bad influence on
you. You're heroic and very much a full and complete person, on your own ...but
I know being involved with someone so young puts me in the position to ruin
you."

He's floored by the confession. He thought it would be a fight, getting Tony to
be open to his will, how could he ever think so poorly of the man?
He moves onto the bed next to him and settles so they're face to face. He runs
a hand through the dark hair and smiles, "I'm not mad. And there's nothing to
be sorry for. I'm barely getting the hang of everything and even I can see the
price that you have to pay when trying to help people. Like the ship, without
you all those people would've died and it would've been my fault..."
His throat closes up around his past failings and he can feel himself start to
cry, "I don't think you could ever be a bad influence on me." He says with a
weak smile.

Tony wraps an arm around Peter. Kisses his lips with chaste passion. "I wasn't
letting you in, back then. I thought I could do everything on my own and leave
you in the dark. A very foolhardy attempt to protect you. I hope you know I've
learned to trust you."

He kisses him back and the tears die down, "I know. And I trust you too."

"What do you want, tonight. No presumption. Tell me."

"I... I don't know." And it's the truth. Peter's only got the barest hints of
what making love between two men is, and what he's already done with Tony so
far is more than he ever imagined, "I want to make you happy, however you want
it. Teach me."

Tony tugs at Peter's pants. "Do you want Daddy to teach you how to be a good,
little whore for him?"

He shifts so he can get his pants past his hips if he wants, "Please Daddy, I
want to be the best for you, only you." He mewls, his own hands skimming up the
man's stomach into the dusted hair on his chest.

Tony groans. "God, I'm not sure I can hold back if you keep talking like that."

"Don't hold back," he says with certainty, "never hold back with me. I want
whatever you'll give. All of it."

"You're still new to..." he shakes his head. The boy has a right to ask for
what he wants. ...and if they're going to be technical, this won't be his first
time sinking himself into the boy, "I want you to be my sexy, little boy. Give
Daddy another kiss... ride me."

He leans down and kisses him deep, licking his way into the man's mouth. Inside
though, he's anxious. He wasn't able to find that source of pleasure last time
he was on top, he doesn't know how without Tony's help. But he's going to try
and find it this time, he needs to be better for the man.
He's still loose from earlier and he positions himself over the angry, leaking
cock. He forces himself down just enough to get the head inside before he
hisses and his eyes screw up in slight pain, despite his preparation.

"God, baby... fuck..." Tony's eyes are closed as he holds his hips steady.
Resisting the urge to buck upward. "You're.... fuck. Fuck."
He presses a soft kiss next to the man's ear, he's so out of it it's mainly
just a press of his face. He knows he's a dead weight on top right now and the
man can pretty much just grind his hips in deep.
With his remaining strength he grips his shoulders and rolls them to their
side, he doesn't have the energy to bring Tony on top but he hopes the man
will. He mutters, "Fill me up then."

"God, you just love being fucked, don't you?"
He rolls them over. Taking his usual position on top. Peter facing him as he
begins to fuck him harder. Peter's relaxed expression spurs him on. He loves
the drowsy little request.

Pain more than pleasure takes over but it doesn't matter with Tony above him,
the passion filling him up. He wishes he had more to give than just gripping
the man's wrist loosely but it's all he can manage right now. He tries to keep
his head from lolling on the pillow but he can't help it.
Tony bends over Peter. He licks haphazardly against Peter's jaw. A kiss likely
out of his exhausted baby's capability.  His cock twitches within the boy as he
growls into Peter's neck. Seeing his boy all fucked out is a kink like no
other. Tired and adorably calm from taking daddy's dick after an already long
day. All peteredout. 
"Don't stop, Daddy. Don't stop until you cum..." Peter mumbles before he
actually blacks out. His body just takes what Tony gives him. His consciousness
slips away, his body needing to recharge.
Tony fucks Peter hard for a few more moments. The freedom of reaming a limp
body a pleasure he's never before indulged. Finally, the man cums. Exhausted
body pumping out a load in his sleep. The boy flops beautifully as his orgasm
ends.  His spent cock softening quickly.  Tony can't stop staring at Peter's
sleeping face. He tenses momentarily and knows his own load is impossibly
thick. Feels evidence of the heavy release dribble out around his still
plunging cock. Further indulging himself, Tony pulls out and fucks Peters loose
hole with two fingers before crawling out of bed. Marveling at how much cum he
can dig out.

"You're marrying me, someday," he whispers to the sleeping kid, "Maybe when
you're nineteen. Give us a year of legal dating to avoid suspicion."
Peter's eyes flutter open some time later. Tony's in the bathroom and he's
still filthy with drying cum. It's still wet so he must not've been asleep for
very long. All his muscles feel like they're on fire but... he's content.
Tony emerges from the bathroom with towels. He doesn't seem to register that
the boy is awake and immediately starts wiping him clean. The man softly hums a
familiar tune as he works. Content, himself.
The man doesn't address him so he lays there quiet. His voice is soothing and
he just takes it all in. It's truly a perfect night, even if he fell asleep
during sex. He wonders how long it'll take for the man to realize he's up.
The tune morphs to the wedding march. Tony calculating in his head exactly how
long he'll have to wait before Peter takes on the name Stark. "Should we adopt
or attempt cloning..." he murmurs. "Wonder what you'd look like carrying my kid
if we take another route..."

He's drying Peter off by the time he's done musing.  More of the wedding march
vibrating in his throat as he finishes up.  He turns around, returning to the
restroom with his bundle of soiled towels. "Stark-Parker... Parker-Stark?
 Hmmm, Tony Parker...?  May is gonna kill me."
Peter freezes, eyes looking at Tony's retreating form... but the man truly
doesn't seem to be joking. Doesn't seem to even see Peter is awake.

He manages to get his voice back, "Stark-Parker?" He asks in awe.
Tony freezes at his bathroom door. His entire body seizing up in shock. He then
takes another step forward. Slowly. Exits the bedroom with his dirty towels.
"Tony?" He asks, pushing up on his hands, afraid the man might be upset with
him.
Tony comes back. Seemingly more composed. "You're awake?"

He has two glasses of water and sits one on his bedside table for Peter as he
takes a seat.
"I am..." He says cautiously. Sitting up he moves as close to Tony as he dare
at the moment. He grabs the glass, taking a sip of his water so he has
something to do.
Tony leans over. Presses his water-wet lips to Peter's shoulder. "Love you.
Thank you for tonight."
"Love you too," he says softly, he reaches down and takes the man's hand. He
traces his fingers across his knuckles and up and down each digit. Keeping his
eyes downcast he says, "I think Peter Stark sounds just fine." He clarifies, in
case the man is unsure of his thoughts.
Tony hopes the boy can't tell he's blushing in the dim light. He chuckles, 
"Aunt May is going to kill us."
"Oh for sure," he laughs back, "I wonder if she will be more upset over this or
if she finds out I'm Spiderman."
"Well, she won't know until you've taken up permanent residence here with the
world's greatest protection agencies keeping you safe from overzealous villains
...though I suspect you'll want to keep it to yourself until you're out of
college."
He rests his head against the man's shoulder, "I feel like it would be so much
better if I just stayed here. I can help so much more if I just skip college.
I'll learn more with you than any stupid University."
"Eventually, you'll see the need for a degree," Tony assures him. "But I won't
force you and I doubt your aunt will."

Tony climbs on top of Peter, pulling the blanket over them as he maneuvers the
boy.

"It can be a little lonely taking a brain as heavy as yours to college. Trust
me, I hated it. ...but people of different backgrounds and skillsets can teach
you so much without meaning to. I've learned that just from owning this
company."
"I just don't want to be apart from you." He says, knowing he probably sounds
silly and childish, "And I don't want to hide any longer than we have to."
Tony snuggles against the body underneath him. "I'll see you as often as you'd
like."

He yawns into Peter's hair. "Peter Stark."
The words thrill him more than any others. He tosses an arm over the man's
waist, "I want that to be what they call me in class. Want all the kids to look
at me and know to whom I belong."
"God, don't talk about school.... you're gonna get Daddy hard, again."
"Well, that would just be the worst thing, huh?" He says, pressing as close as
he can, bodies flush to each other.  
"Absolutely awful... I wanna see you in a Catholic schoolboy uniform," Tony
chuckles. He licks over Peter's lips. "Starched shorts and a little blazer.
Like an innocent fifth grader."

He's not hard, again. Probably won't be able to fuck the boy again before
sunrise. But he's squirming against Peter, anyway. "How old would that make
you?"
He moves with Tony, matching their hips in a rhythm that has their cocks
sliding against one another, even if neither of them gets hard.

"Ten." He mutters. The hot feeling is back, the thought of engaging in
something so taboo.  
"Such a cute boy," Tony murmurs close to his ear. "What if you get in trouble?
What would Daddy do to teach you a lesson?"
That conjures an array of different ways he could be punished, but he settles
for a simple one that he's never experienced, "You'd probably have to spank me
Daddy."
Tony laughs. He kisses Peter's cheek, "A classic.  Good choice."
He buries his face back into Tony's neck, smiling, "Is it... fun?"
"Fun to do to someone?" Tony hums a bit.  "No idea... but I've been pulled over
a lap from time to time."
He looks up wide-eyed, "Really? You've been on... that end of things?"
Tony nods against the side of Peter's face. His rugged stubble likely
scratching the boy. He plants a kiss on the abused skin, "Daddy doesn't mind a
bit of pain ...which will work in your favor when you fuck me, tomorrow. It's
uh... been a while, for me."
"W-what?" He asks shakily, "I-I don't know if I can." He's nervous, he isn't
one to take the lead and having Tony as his Daddy... he never thought he'd be
the one to make those sorts of decisions.
"I don't want you to feel things are unfair."
"I don't." He says quick, "I don't even know what I'm doing... what if I'm
like... bad or something."
Tony kisses the boy's lips. Dips his tongue inside and moans with enjoyment.
He moans back, sucking on the intruding organ. A simple twine of their tongues
shouldn't feel so good, should it?

"I'll do what you want me to, I just want to be the best for you..."
"Baby, what'd I tell you about talking sexy?"
Peter chuckles a bit, "I wasn't trying to that time. I was being serious."
"God, it's hot when you're honest with me." Tony bites into Peter's throat.
Harder than usual because the boy likes it a little rough and he'll heal
quickly, anyway.
Whimpering under the force of the bite, "It's hot when you lose control on me,"
he mimics back before turning more serious, "I'll always be honest with you."
Tony pauses. Pulls away to look in Peter's face. He hovers there. Simply
staring.
His brows knit together, "What?" He feels self conscious with the heavy gaze
he's presented.
"Seems cruel that I finally decide to settle down and I'm presented with
someone I have to wait at least 3 years to date in public."
"I'm sorry." He says, casting his eyes down. He knows it isn't his fault but...
he wishes he could be everything the man wants and it's clear that won't
happen, just because of who he is, that's one thing he can't change.  
"It's not a problem. I've learned to quit being a commitment-phobe. Now, I
suppose I'm learning patience.  It'll also prevent me from acting on a certain
overwhelming urge..."
That does catch his attention, "....what urge?"
"The urge to make everyone on the planet call you Mr. Stark," he kisses Peter's
cheek.
"I wish we could, so bad." He says, childlike wonder in his voice. He doesn't
care if they're going too fast, nothing matters when they're together.
Consequences be damned, for now at least.
Tony snuggles closer to the boy. Settles in for sleep, "I love you."
He relaxes back too, his heart's so full, "I love you too." He nuzzles his head
into the man's shoulder and drifts off.
===============================================================================
They both wake up seemingly at the same time. Dreams of weddings and public
dates lingering in both their minds as they stare at each other.
"Good... morning?" Peter asks tentatively. He's ashamed of how his hard cock
twitches and instinctively reaches down to grip himself.
"Good morning," Tony says. Pupils blown and tone obviously tinged with lust.
He's soft but not for long.
"I didn't... dream about the whole... wedding... mention... did I?"
"Not at all."
Silence stretches on between them. Is this time for another serious talk? Can
they even have one while staring at each other with heated expressions? Tony
takes a gamble and pulls Peter away from the bed. Forces him onto the floor.
"Jerk that pretty cock for Daddy," he says as he takes a seat. He spreads his
legs wide. Taps his inner thigh, "Lay your head, right here."
Peter yelps at the sudden jerking motions but he quickly gets his bearings.
Resting his head on Tony's thigh feels weird with how disoriented they both
are. He strokes his cock harder and he stares at Tony's cock, wanting to
suck his daddy's length but not wanting to disobey his request.
Tony tips Peter's chin up. Feeds his thick flesh between the boy's lips. "You
stay right here until daddy's hard, again."
He moans around the wet cock in his mouth. Suckling slightly he cums hard,
painting Tony's legs and the bed with his load. After, he's wrung out and
boneless, simply relaxing around Tony's member and it slips a little deeper
into his mouth, but he doesn't choke. He feels like he might be able to fall
back asleep here.
Tony comfortably runs his fingers through Peter's hair. He hums softly, feeling
sated for the first time in his life. It was foolish to bring up his desire to
keep Peter forever, but it still feels good to have finally done it.
Peter wishes he could tell Tony how much he loves him but he settles for
humming around his cock in return and rubs soft circles into his thigh with his
thumb. He focuses on breathing through his nose and lets his eyes slip shut.
Tony starts to feel his cock stir not long after Peter dozes off. He reaches
down to tug on his own cock. Pulling it in and out of Peter's lips. Practically
jerking himself to full hardness using the sleeping child's mouth. He moans.
Continuing to work his erection in and out.
"Mmm... fuck, baby."
Peter doesn't wake from the man's movements. Even when his cock hits his gag
reflex. Tony holds Peter by his hair. Lets go of his cock to allow the only
movement to be his fist pulling and pushing on Peter's drowsy head. He gently
rubs Peter's cheek. Teasing the head of his cock as it bulges into the skin,
there.
The boy's eyes flutter open and he panics at first. His eyes widen and he grabs
Tony's legs as he chokes on his cock.
Tony pulls out. Cock slimy with the boy's drool.

"We should shower," he says as he leans down to press a kiss to Peter's cheek.
Once he realizes what's going on he scoots back between the man's legs, "No.
I'm sorry. Please, finish." He threads Tony's fingers into his own hair. Again,
giving permission for the man to use him.
Tony can't say no to such an enthusiastic invitation.  He holds Peter's face
back over his cock. Slides it into his mouth gently, "Good baby.  Nod your head
if you want daddy to fuck your mouth."
He nods his head as best he can in the position he's in. He's a little nervous,
the last time he took Tony too quick, he choked bad. But the thought of being
used as nothing more than an object is enough to make his own cock twitch back
to life.
Tony slides forward. Slow and sweet. He grips Peter's hair in a tight fist.
Making the hold just painful enough to please the little heathen.

"Feels good," he moans as he slides out. "I missed seeing you on your knees."

He slaps his cock against Peter's cheek, lightly, "You love being Daddy's
plaything?"
"Yes," voice hoarse and low, "I love being your toy, your baby, your
everything." He chases the tip with his mouth, trying to suck it back in.
"I love giving you everything," Tony chuckles as he holds himself slightly out
of reach, "Especially my cock."
"Then let me have it." He laughs then drops his jaw, giving the man access to
thrust back in.
Once back inside, Tony slowly beats against the back of Peter's throat.
Preparing the boy cautiously for a deeper intrusion.
He keeps breathing through his nose and grips his knees tight. Looking up he
tries to convey it's okay with his eyes.
Tony brings his hips up. Leaving the bed behind as he leans over Peter. He's no
longer frantic. No longer in need of a quick release.  The head of his pulsing
flesh breaches the tight ring of Peter's throat and he pulls completely out.
Giving Peter the opportunity to cough or protest.
He clears his throat but smiles, "Keep going."
He looks down at the boy with such love as he stands. The slow tempo is long
gone, but he keeps his eyes open, searching for signs of distress.

As his moans become more frequent and significantly louder, Tony pulls out, "I
wanna fuck you, again, baby. You feel so good on Daddy's dick. I need more."
"Please. How do you want me?" He asks, sitting back and stroking his own cock
while he waits.
"How solid of a hold to you have when walking up walls?"
That shoots a spear of white hot lust through him, "Solid." He says
confidently.
"Hypothetically..." Tony squats and reaches down to wrap his fingers around
Peter's. Helping the boy tease himself. "If I stand in a corner... you can
plant a foot on each wall and ride me like we're sitting on a bed?"
"I-I can try..." He says, dropping his hand.
Tony tugs on Peter a little harshly. "Do or do not. There is no try."

He then lets go and extends a hand to help Peter stand up.
He smiles and takes his hand. Standing up he kisses Tony quickly.
Tony drags him close for another kiss. Though he pulls away, momentarily when
their teeth clack.
"How do we do this?"
"Shower sex with a boy that defies gravity and slippery surfaces."
Giggling, he kisses Tony on the cheek then pulls him by the hand into the
bathroom. He tangles himself with the man as they step into the shower he
kisses every bit of skin on his face, neck, and shoulders that he can reach.
Peter backs him up into the corner and he places that hand on either side of
his head, "Alright... let's see if this works."
Tony leans into the attention. Even twisting around to give the boy mote
access. Tony doubts Peter needs the help, but he picks him up by his hips.
Helps the boy get situated in a seated position over him.

Once firmly in place, Tony teases by pushing on his chest to see if he'll
detach from the wall.
Peter moves back until his arms and legs are all the way extended but he
doesn't unlatch from the wall. He moves back forward and presses a soft kiss to
Tony's lips before he scoots down a little, "Will you help me get it in?" He
asks, afraid to take a hand off and end up falling with the wet tile.
Tony does as asked. His mouth forming into a little, pleased O-shape as he
slips inside of his boy. He plunges his hips forward. Having leverage he
wouldn't get on a mattress.  The tiles below him is just grainy enough to keep
him from slipping and he pulls back out to push forward, again. "God, fuck.
This feels amazing."

Not having to hold his partner up gives him free reign to move as he pleases.
Tony leans back on the cool tile at his back. Juts only his hips forward as he
fucks Peter.
"Oh, fuck." He moans, he tries to pull himself up and down to match the man's
strokes but Tony's moving too fast. Instead he keeps his hold on the wall and
rests his head in the junction of his neck, kissing his softly and licking at
the salty skin.
Tony enjoys the kisses. Enjoys the way Peter always wants to be skin to skin
with him.  The intimacy he feels with this boy is paramount to anything he's
ever experienced in love. He slides his hands down Peter's back. Palm to muscle
and spine. "I love you, baby boy. My baby boy. My sexy, talented, intelligent
little boy. Stay with me, please."

Tony's doubts and worries crop up. The anxiety of potential loneliness
following the best partner he's ever known. He tries to squash it down. It
isn't the time for that. He just wants to chase sensation.

....but it's how he is. How he's made. To overthink and worry. He needs
reassurance. Is brave enough, with Peter, to ask for it.

"Promise me."
"I promise." He says immediately, not hearing the total desperation in Tony's
voice. Peter's own insecurities don't allow him to consider that this man could
possibly love him as much as Peter loves Tony. Loss has been ever-present in
his life and he knows that if he loses Tony, he's done. There will never be
another. He can't lose him, "I'll always be with you. We are going to come out
together in a few years, then we are going to go out where everyone can see us
and they will see how much we love each other, then we are going to get fucking
married." His own voice is laced with need and a bit of worry, still unsure if
this will come crumbling down around him, still... he's going to enjoy every
moment of it that he can.
"Ah, fuck," Tony whimpers at the mention of marriage. Turns his face so he can
capture Peter's lips. "Yes, fuck, baby. Marry me. Wake up next to me, everyday.
See the world with me."

He wonders if Peter can tell how his already rigid cock hardens and thickens as
he speaks. There's something about claiming Peter as his own that makes him
irrevocably captivated. He speeds up his thrusts.

"Mine. My baby boy. Ah... Daddy loves this. Needs this. All the time..."
"Yours, yours forever." He agrees, licking a stripe up Tony's neck to his ear,
"You're going to show me off to the world and they're going to be so jealous
that I got you, that we're happy together. People are going to look at me in
envy the way I used to look at the girls you were with on the tabloids.
Everyone is going to know I'm yours, and you're mine." He bites down hard on
Tony's collarbone, harder than he ever has before. The need to take this man
for himself so overwhelming he doesn't even think before sinking his teeth in.
"Fuck, you're hot when you're jealous," Tony groans as the hands passively
holding Peter's back slide down to grip the boy's hips.  He's ramming so
eagerly that the sound of their mating is reverberating loudly off the bathroom
walls, "You ready for daddy's load? Hmmmm? I'm getting close."
"Fill me then, plug me back up." He says after detaching his teeth from Tony's
neck and his eyes are clenched tight, waiting for the man to paint his insides,
"I want them to smell you on me... even if they can't know who it is yet."
Tony reaches between them. Sighing at the pain that follows Peter's bite as he
wraps a fist around the boy's cock.
Peter cums first, spurting thick streams onto Tony's chest and stomach. He
softly breathes, "Daddy," before his cock becomes oversensitive at Tony's
touch.
Tony continues jerking him. Light and slow because the way Peter's hole spasms
around him is intoxicating.  He rams into Peter, once more. Allows the boy's
oversensitive twitching and shuddering to finish him off. His orgasm crashes
into the boy. Coating his insides.
He can't help the way his hips twitch away from the man's hand, the contact too
much. The whimpers that fall from his mouth sound almost like a wounded animal
but he doesn't ask Tony to stop, not when he knows he's bringing the man
pleasure through it. He does bury his face back into his shoulder as tears
prick his eyes, then he feels Tony unload into him. He opens his eyes and is
met with the sight of blood from where he bit down, his eyes become a little
waterier when he sees, "Tony, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Sorry for?"
He unsticks himself from the wall so he can settle back on his feet. Tracing
the bite mark with his finger he mutters, "Your skin doesn't heal like mine...
and I made you bleed." He hates the fact that he hurt his lover so much, little
love bites are different from this, he lost control.
Tony reaches up to feel the blood. He smiles, "I'll just have you bandage me
up."
He nods and shuts his eyes against the tears he can't help, he presses a soft
kiss to the broken flesh, "I'm still sorry."
Tony moans at the little kiss. Fully enamored by the press of warm lips to his
wet skin. "Let's rinse off and get you home. ...I'll miss you."
He groans, "I don't wanna leave... is there any 'project' we can be working
on?"
"Sure," Tony says as he starts to lather Peter up. "A fun one called 'Not
making Peter's aunt suspicious.'"
"You can't get my hopes up like that," he says, eyes no longer watering but
glaring at Tony, "come on, you just got back. It would make sense if you
brought home some top secret project and need my help two nights in a row."
"You know what always happens when you beg, daddy," Tony scolds. He dumps
shampoo onto Peter's head and starts massaging. Maybe the boy won't talk with
suds dripping into his mouth.
He laughs, spitting the soap on the floor and rinses his mouth out quick, "If
you truly think it isn't a good idea I'll go home. But I honestly don't think
she will be suspicious. She knows, more than anyone, how much the 'internship'
means to me. And she's proud that you think highly enough of me to ask my
opinion on your top secret work."
"I just don't want her to flashback to all the times you've spent the night
once we start 'officially' dating," Tony responds.  He's still scratching
Peter's scalp as he responds.  "I want her to trust me. Be my happy auntie-in-
law."
Peter cringes at that, he knows the two of them at least have to be the same
age, "I doubt she'll be very happy either way, but I understand." He says sad,
looking at the floor.
"Pepper has been... kind of on my ass about you," Tony confesses.
"What do you mean?" He asks, frowning.
Tony gestures and a shower head pivots to blast the top of Peter's head. He
chuckles and steps away from the torrent rinsing the boy's hair. "Coming out as
a couple at 19 was my idea. ...Pepper thinks we should wait longer.  Thinks we
shouldn't even get engaged until you're in your late 20s. She even wants you to
move away for years when you go to college. She says the assumption that we had
an affair in your teens is less believable, then."
He quiet as he mulls over the words... the water is a good excuse not to talk.
Once it's done though he knows Tony is waiting for an answer, "I'm... not sure
how I feel about that..."
Tony lathers himself up, next. Washing his arms and chest as he waits for Peter
to digest the information.
"I mean..." He bites his lip, "What do you think?" He asks before he says
anything.
Tony perks a brow at Peter. "Don't be afraid to speak up, first. You know I
care."
"Just... well we can start our 'affair' at eighteen. We won't get in trouble at
least. We will still be together. Nothing will really change that much. But I
just... I don't wanna wait," he bites his lip, "is that childish?"
Tony smiles. "I don't want to wait, either... but I do have to consider my
father's company." He starts rinsing off, again. Humming peacefully as he
cleans himself. "We have years to make a decision, though. Don't let it bother
you."
"The fact that it'll take years is what's bothering me." He grumbles, rinsing
off himself and stepping out of the shower, drying himself with the fluffiest
towel imaginable.
Tony dries himself off quickly and leaves Peter behind to enter his bedroom.
Peter follows quietly, still mulling over the possibilities. He finds his
clothes and pulls then on quick, feeling vulnerable while naked for some
reason.
By the time Peter seeks Tony out, he's in his living room, fully dressed.
...though it's obvious his hair is a little wet.  He's dressed as leisurely as
Tony Stark tends to get.  Burgundy slacks, expensive belt, and a dark grey
button-up.  He smiles as the boy slinks into view.  "Gonna take you and May out
for brunch.  You get your homework done and head to bed at your usual time.
...you can swing back over here to spend the night.  IF she won't notice you're
heading straight to school from here instead of home."
He's surprised, but elated, a grin stretches his face, "I'm Spiderman, she
doesn't notice me sneaking out to fight crime. She won't notice this." He walks
over to Tony and takes his hand, before realizing what else he said, "Wait...
brunch?"
"I'm hungry," Tony shrugs as if that explains the invitation to May.
"I'm not sure if my heart can take that." He say, flopping down on the couch
dramatically
Tony swings his car keys around his finger. "Well, I'll have to insist you stay
home, tonight..."
"No," he says instantly, shooting back to his feet, "no I'll come." He's a tiny
bit mad Tony would even threaten him with that.
Tony has Peter call to invite May.  By the time they push through New York
traffic, she'd likely be finished dressing.  Tony spends a few moments
searching for a restaurant near Peter's apartment and offers to walk with Peter
and his aunt to get there.
May just finished getting on her nicest blouse when she hears a knock at the
door, opening it she smiles, "Peter, Mr. Stark, it's great to see you."
Tony takes a little bow as she steps into the hall.  He names a grungy diner on
the corner and assures both Peter and May he doesn't mind the atmosphere when
they simultaneously balk. "I'm just craving shrimp and grits."

As they walk, Tony shoves both hands into his pockets.  He's never been so
nervous, before.  Every second, he wonders if May can tell he's plowed her
underage grandson.  The stress is killing him.  No wonder Peter hadn't wanted
to do this.

But he persists.

It's important to make sure May learns to trust him.
Peter keeps glancing at Tony but intentionally keeps himself away with May
between them, he hopes she doesn't sense the tension thrumming through his
body.

May seems oblivious, slightly enamoured by the billionaire walking down the
street with them, she tries for some small talk, "So Mr. Stark... have you ever
eaten anywhere on uh, our side of town?"
Tony enjoys talking about food. His eyes light up and he enthusiastically
rattles off neighborhood dives as they enter the diner and take a seat at a
booth. He doesn't point out that Pepper and Happy deliver most of these foods.

After all, the papers will probably have a photo of their brunch date,
tomorrow. At least he gets to hit the town with Peter even if May has to be
with them.
Peter stays silent for most of the conversation, not really having much to
contribute and not trusting himself enough. He listens to the two of them
prattle on and he smiles a little, glad they're getting along. He thinks that
tonight might actually be okay when May asks, "So, Mr. Stark. Peter's been
helping you with an awful lot of projects recently..."
Tony hates being devious, but knows exactly how to end that particular line of
questioning. "Priming a student for Ivy League takes some pretty long hours."
"It's not that I'm not appreciative, please don't think that," she says quickly
after they order from their waitress, "it's just unexpected. That someone like
you would take the time yourself to mentor Peter." She slings her arm around
the boy's shoulders and he blushes bright red.
Tony allows himself to glance at Peter. He's going to need to actually leave
Peter with his scientists to train. Just in case May or anyone else grows
suspicious. "Honestly, he spends more time at the lab than I do. My team is in
charge of his training and I trust them to do a great job."
Peter bites his tongue. He's unnecessarily angry and he can't do anything. He
just allows himself to stew in his silence.

"Oh I'm sure your team is amazing, but I know Peter has worked with you
personally. He always gushing about you."

The boy exclaims, "Aunt May!" Before hiding his face in his hands.

She laughs, "It's true though," Then she leans closer to Tony, "can I ask you
something?"
Tony laughs. "We do work together quite a bit. He's the first high school
student I've taken under my wing."

He bats away at the idea that his former proteges have all turned out to be
money-hungry deviants.  He doesn't imagine Peter will ever follow that path.

"Anything, May."
"Well I know Peter is more than an exceptional young man. Half the stuff he
talks about goes right over my head. But I was just wondering... if there are
any other students in the internship? Do you also take their families to
lunch?" She asks curiously, biting her lip, afraid she's asked too many
questions.
Tony laughs. "There are some others. I only work with Peter one-on-one. In the
past, I worked with business students. Not science."

He takes a fry from his plate the moment a waitress sits it in front of him.
 Though he drops the scalding potato sliver as quickly as he picked it up.
 Tony blows off his fingers.  Smiling at May with embarrassment. He knows not
to touch his shrimp and grits, yet, at least.

"I usually choose one person at a time. Especially for the top secret research
we do, it's easier to get security clearance for one person. Easier to know
exactly where a leak is if something gets out."

He wags a finger at Peter, "I'm trusting you with a lot, kiddo."
Peter smiles a bit and looks away, wishing he was on the same side of the booth
as Tony, "I know."

Aunt May beams proudly, "This is a huge accomplishment. I couldn't be more
happy that you're helping Peter out," she leans in conspiratorially as though
the boy can't hear, "you know. He's never been a super solemn kid, but after he
got this opportunity he's been so happy. Thank you for that, Mr. Stark." She
pats his hand in a friendly manner then sits back, taking a bit of her own fish
and chips.
Tony wants to breathe a sigh of relief. He spends the rest of their brunch
talking to Peter about polymer science. After all, he does want Peter to help
him develop a glue for the hoverboard.

Randomly, he seems to mull over a few thoughts before making a seemingly random
request.

"How do you feel about a weekend in Tokyo? Fancy jet with the prettiest
stewardess team you'll ever meet and a suite fit for a king.  Of course, you'll
need to attend a few boring meetings and lectures with me. ...but Tokyo, kid."
The boy let's his eyes widen... half feigned since he knows already and half
actually surprised that he'd ask so blatant in front of May, but he turns to
his aunt, "Please..." He begs her.

She taps her chin, pretending to be thinking it over, "Oh I don't know..."
before she smiles, "of course. Sounds like a blast if you love meetings on
uh... polymer?" She tries to follow, "when would it be?" Directing the question
to Tony.
Tony pulls a pamphlet out of his jacket. "We'll expedite his passport and hop
on a flight directly after school that Friday.  The Monday is a holiday."

He looks back at Peter. "When we depart, if you shower at the airport and sleep
on the flight home, I can have Happy drop you off at school on Tuesday."
May takes the pamphlet and looks it over, "I don't see why not then." She says
cheerfully and hands it to Peter before turning to Tony, "Thank you," She says
earnestly.
Tony nearly shudders. God, they're lying to this lady. He smiles back.(edited)
After dinner Tony pays and the three of them head out. Once they reach the
apartment Peter walks inside and May says, "I'll be there in a moment." Then
she closes the door to look at Tony, "I need to say something."
Tony had just turned to walk away, but turns back at her statement.
"Mr. Stark, please forgive me..." She bites her lip again looking nervous,
that's probably where Peter got the habit, "I'm very excited for Peter to have
this opportunity, but I'm worried."
Tony isn't good with comfort. He stands up a little straighter. Hoping to seem
honest or trustworthy.
"You must understand my concerns... he's been doing so much recently and as
much as this internship will help in the future. I don't want him
overwhelmed... he's only fifteen." She hopes she isn't being too unfair
confiding her fears in this man, but she has to do what a good parent would.
"I feel like you and I, together, can get him through high school. Into
college," Tony says. "He's been honest with me, before, about taking time off
when he needs it. I'd hate to see him burn out. My staff is really looking
forward to hiring him.  He really is an innovator."
"So he'd have a position in Stark Industries when he graduates?" She asks
hopeful, "I'm sorry I don't mean to push anything like that on you, but I know
he cares about the company very much. I'm just looking out for his future."
"He can choose to work anywhere.  Ivy league, May.  Nobody is going to turn him
down. Maybe Google has better benefits."

Tony shrugs. Shoves his hands back in his pockets. "If you ever have any
questions, don't hesitate to call."
She nods and feels a little more relieved, "Thank you Mr. Stark," before she
goes back inside though she says, "I know you're Iron Man and all that but you
better keep him safe on this trip or I'm coming after you myself."

"I'll make sure to personally save the plane if it starts crashing... but
you've got to be the one to lay down the 'no drugs, no alcohol, and no Japanese
schoolgirls' with him."

May laughs and thanks him as he turns to finally leave. He wonders if his own
comfort lying to save his ass is another bad habit that's rubbing off on Peter.
How is he this guilty less than twenty-four hours after proposing?
End Notes
     This is an rp turned fic so if some things sound off that's probably
     why. We decided there's not nearly enough content out for this ship
     and we had to contribute. - A1
     A1 - Peter
     A2 - Tony
     Lyrics from "Fear and Delight" by The Correspondents
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