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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies), Marvel_Cinematic_Universe
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Wet_Dream, Age_Difference, Dream_Sex, Oral_Sex, Blow_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-24 Words: 1496
****** Caught Up in a Dream ******
by Kaitie
Summary
     Peter should have known. If something seems too good to be true, it
     probably is.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
“Mr. Stark, oh –” Peter gasped as Tony’s weight settled on him, the older man
sitting astride his legs, pressing him into the mattress. Tony grinned, leaning
down over him, hands resting on either side of Peter’s head.
“Yes, Mr. Parker?” he purred, staring intently at Peter, loving the way the boy
flushed under his gaze.
Peter averted his eyes, feeling every bit as exposed as he actually was. While
Tony was still fully dressed, red tie tucked into his buttoned-up vest, white
shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, Peter was down to only his briefs. The
fabric of Tony’s pants rubbed against his legs, prickling the fine hairs that
covered his thighs.
He loved, and hated, that Tony looked so calm, so put together. While he was a
whimpering puddle of need, Tony looked like he could walk right into a board
meeting, not a hair out of place. His mind drifted, picturing Tony in his
place, naked and disheveled on the bed beneath him.
“Hello? Am I boring you?” Tony chuckled. Shifting his weight, Tony rubbed
himself briefly against Peter’s cock, feeling the boy stiffen at the direct
contact he’d been dying for. Tony leaned down further until his lips brushed
Peter’s ear, making him shiver as his warm breath sent goosebumps racing down
Peter’s arms.
“N-no” he stuttered as Tony’s mouth covered his own. He groaned at the feeling
of Tony’s beard scratching against the sensitive skin of his face. Opening his
mouth for Tony’s tongue, he let him take control of the kiss. Peter’s arms
wrapped tightly around the older man’s neck, pulling Tony down until he laid
stretched out over him. Peter’s hips shifted as Tony pressed against him, and
he bucked frantically, unable to control himself.
Tony indulged him for a minute, rocking himself into Peter’s thrusts, loving
the way Peter clutched at him desperately. But as Peter’s breathing grew
heavier, his rhythm faltering, Tony pulled back. “Not so fast” he clucked in
mock disapproval.
Peter just stared up at him, pupils dilated as he struggled to focus on Tony’s
face.
 “Please” Peter whimpered, moving restlessly at the loss of contact.
“Please what?” Tony murmured, running his hands down Peter’s sides. He could
feel the rough callouses brush over his skin and bit back a cry as Tony’s
thumbs grazed his nipples. Peter clawed at the sheets as Tony replaced his
hands with his mouth, tongue swirling around one nipple before moving to the
other, tasting the salty sheen of sweat that covered Peter’s chest.
“Please” Peter repeated, nearly speechless. He didn’t think his brain could
even form the words he needed at the moment.
Tony hummed his dissatisfaction as he continued down Peter’s chest, kissing and
licking the smooth skin, stopping to flick his tongue into Peter’s belly
button. He made it all the way to the waistband of Peter’s briefs before
pausing, giving Peter a pointed look.
“You, more –” Peter pleaded.
Tony raised an eyebrow and flashed him a grin. “Still not terribly specific,
but I’ll let it slide for now.” His tongue traced the outline of Peter’s
erection through the cotton, already damp with precum. His back bowed off the
bed as Tony continued to wet the fabric with his tongue, sucking gently as he
held Peter still.
Screwing his eyes shut tightly, Peter tried to hold back. He didn’t want to
come already, but Tony’s mouth was the greatest thing he’d ever felt. And that
was with his underwear still on. Just the thought of what might come next was
almost enough to end him right then and there.
Sensing his desperation, Tony backed off, placing chaste kisses on his stomach
until Peter relaxed a bit, backing off the edge.
Hooking his thumbs in Peter’s waistband, Tony peeled the briefs down, smirking
as Peter’s cock bobbed up leaving a shimmering trail on his abdomen.
“You look positively delicious” Tony said, looking up at Peter’s face and
watching him turn an even deeper shade of red. “I bet you’ll taste even
better.”
Before Peter’s brain could even register the words, Tony slipped the head of
Peter’s cock into his mouth, running his tongue over the tip. Peter cried out,
bucking up against the arm that Tony had barred across his hips.
Slowly Tony worked his way down, taking more of Peter into his mouth. He hummed
softly, holding back a grin at Peter’s reaction as the vibrations ran through
him.
“God” Peter gasped, his hands grabbing at Tony’s head.
“No” Tony cracked, pulling off him with a wet smack. “But an understandable
mistake.” He lapped at Peter’s cock, loving that Peter couldn’t take his eyes
off of him.  
“Tony” Peter sobbed, “I’m sorry, I can’t—” His head thrashed back and forth as
he desperately held on to the last shred of control he had.
Tony just quirked an eyebrow before swallowing him completely, trying not to
choke as Peter nearly shot off the bed. Wrapping his lips tightly around
Peter’s length, his mouth slid over him noisily, moving steadily, ready to put
the boy out of his misery.
“Yes, fuck” Peter panted, hips thrusting up to meet every downward stroke. “So
– close, please.” His eyes squeezed shut tightly and his muscles tensed as he
got closer. He could feel it building, coiling up inside of him. The feeling
was so intense he was almost afraid to let go, to let the wave crash over him.
Tony slid a hand underneath him to cup Peter’s balls, squeezing softly,
applying just the barest pressure and tugging gently. That was all it took to
break him. Peter’s body jerked as his cock pulsed, filling Tony’s mouth. He
could feel Tony’s tongue working around him as he swallowed every drop. He
slowly let Peter slip from his lips as he sagged back on the bed, exhausted.
Sighing, Peter opened his eyes, blinking in confusion at the sudden darkness.
Instead of the warm recessed lighting of Tony’s bedroom, the room was dark,
with a dim light shining off to the side.
Disoriented, he glanced around, and realized he wasn’t on Tony’s bed. He wasn’t
even lying down. Instead he was sitting, leaning back against, what felt like,
a leather seat. And had been for a while, judging by the stiffness in his neck,
the muscles tight. As he shifted his weight, trying to stretch out the kinks,
he froze. Afraid to look down, he felt a cooling, sticky wetness at the front
of his jeans.
His foggy brain suddenly cleared and everything made perfect, horrifying sense.
How could he not have realized he’d been dreaming? He cursed under his breath,
feeling his face aflame with embarrassment. It all came back to him and he knew
exactly where he was, on Mr. Stark’s plane on the way to some training thing
and – oh god.
“Please, please” he whispered under his breath, a prayer to whatever god might
be listening. Slowly, not wanting to, but having to know, Peter turned to his
left.
Across the aisle, facing his direction, sat Tony Stark himself, star of his
hormone-fueled wet dream. Any hope Peter had of his situation going unnoticed
flew right out the window as he saw the horrified look on Tony’s face that he
was failing to cover up.
“Oh, uh, hey kid. You’re…awake” Tony stammered, sounding almost as
uncomfortable as Peter felt. “I’m just gonna – go check in with the pilot. See
how much longer. We should be almost there” he rambled on, setting aside the
file he’d been reading. He stood up, moving towards the center aisle. “So if
you wanna…take care of…anything before we land.” He eyes darted around the
darkened cabin, looking everywhere but at Peter.
“S-sure, yeah, thanks” Peter mumbled, trying to discreetly cover himself as he
waited for Tony to head towards the cockpit.
“Oh my god” he mumbled to himself, shuffling down the aisle towards the back.
He glanced out the small windows and wondered if he could just make a break for
the door. Throwing himself from the plane seemed like the only reasonable
option.
Peter managed to clean himself up as best he could and by the time he made it
back to his seat, where Tony sat, continuing to avoid eye contact, they were
thankfully coming in for a landing. The pair sat in awkward silence, darting
glances while the other wasn’t looking, wanting desperately to be anywhere
else.
As soon as the plane landed and came to a stop, Peter jumped up, grabbed his
bag and practically ran for the door. Flashing the stewardess a quick smile, he
was nearly out of there when she chirped a friendly goodbye.
“Thank for flying with us, hope you’ll come again soon.”
Peter stumbled and felt the heat rush to his face once again. Mortified, he
just nodded at her and ducked through the door as he heard Tony lose it behind
him, bursting into laughter.
It was going to be one long weekend…
End Notes
     I should be ashamed of myself. And I am. But I read some Tony/Peter
     stuff which I know is icky because of his age, but it was also really
     good and got me thinking. I don't think Tony would ever go for Peter,
     but what high school kid wouldn't have a crush on him? So, of course
     in my mind, this seemed like something that could totally happen to
     poor Peter. Sorry, man.
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