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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_-_All_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Steve_Rogers, Pepper_Potts/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Steve_Rogers, Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Rimming, Fingerfucking, Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of New_Beginnings
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-06 Words: 4605
****** Don't Knock It ******
by bonzai_bunny
Summary
     Peter wants to try something new and Steve hopes his forties'
     sensibilities don't get in the way.
Notes
     This is sort of in the same continuity as "His Hero" so I decided to
     make them both a part of a series. This was supposed to be only sex,
     I don't know how it became so long...
Steve woke up feeling like his cock was being surrounded by beautiful, tight
heat. Warmth and euphoria were climbing through his veins and he didn't want it
to end. He didn't even want to open his eyes, this felt so great. He first
assumed it was a waking dream—he didn't have wet dreams often anymore, not
since Peter kept him, uh, satisfied—and was about to move his hand to touch his
cock, to prolong the feeling, when his hand stayed put.

That's when he opened his eyes, startled, and saw Peter between his spread
legs, bobbing his head up and down like his life depended on it. Steve groaned
and wished he could put his hands over his face to hide his embarrassment, but
a quick look said that his hands were being held by spider web. His legs were
too. 

"Peter," he groaned, annoyed at the loss of control, but loving every second of
it.

"Hey," the other grinned, voice rough, after sliding Steve's cock out with a
wet 'pop' (and Steve wished he hadn't hissed at the feeling of the cool air,
but he had). 

"Good morning. I hope you're enjoying your wake up call." 

The only thing that came to mind about the situation was, "Why?"

Peter frowned and gave him a look like, why wouldn't he be sucking Captain
America's dick first thing in the morning?

"Because you're hot and uh, I woke up early and you were all lying there
looking like an angel with a really gorgeous dick and stuff and I couldn't
wait."

Steve quirked an eyebrow. "Really?"

Peter nodded brightly. "Yeah, I mean, woo, I have no self-control. You guys are
a really bad influence."

"You're a bad influence, Peter." 

He grinned again, "I know."
 But then his confidence strangely wavered and his looked up almost sheepishly
at Steve, tentatively stroking his cock. 

"Actually, I uh, wanted to try something new and figured there was less of a
chance for you to say no if your dick was already occupied."

"Like what you're doing now?" Steve asked as evenly as possible with the
other's warm touch. Peter looked sheepish again, but didn't stop either. 

"Yeah. You know, why don't I just go ahead and if you don't like it, we can
stop, no biggie—"

"Peter."

"But—"

"You know that's not how that works. What is it?" 

"Well..." He started and his cheeks flushed, which just made Steve worry
because if it made Peter embarrassed, then it was definitely going to make
Steve embarrassed.

"You know how you have like a fantastically, amazing ass?"

"Peter, get to the point." 

The other let out a dramatic sigh that didn’t hide him blushing still. 

"Well…since you do it for me, I just want to make you feel good there too, you
know?”
Oh. Well, that was unexpected and Steve found himself blushing as well. They
had never actually talked about that before. When they started having sex,
Peter was so gung-ho about riding him every night, Steve didn't think it would
become an issue. Was it even an issue? He didn't know.

"Well, uh..."

"You know what? Forget I said anything, it was stupid," Peter said quickly,
looking down at his legs and seeming like he was even more embarrassed.

"No, no, it's fine. Just...shocking. I've never...well, you know." 

Peter smiled, despite himself. "Yeah, I know."

"I'll think about it, okay? Once I'm fully awake."

Peter nodded, that wasn't a 'no' which was very good, and knelt forward again
to lap at Steve's cock. 

"I think I've got just the cure."

- -o0o- -

Steve had a headache. He had a Peter-related headache which was never good. He
had honestly never expected this to come up and just plain didn't know what to
do about it. He trusted Peter, and knew theoretically it would probably feel
good, but he was having trouble getting over himself and his old world views.
Worse was, he wasn't sure who he could talk to about this.

He should probably talk to Peter, but both he and Peter had difficulties when
it came to communication and he wasn't sure if he could stand to have an
aneurysm trying to talk to the boy. Clint would make fun of him and he was on a
SHIELD mission anyway. Bruce wouldn't make fun of him, but he was also pretty
sure that Bruce hadn't had sex since before the Hulk (nor could he be certain
that Bruce even liked men). Thor was...well, he couldn't imagine anyone topping
Thor and that left Tony. 

Damn it. 

Steve tried to put on a brave face as he walked into the lab. Thankfully, Bruce
was gone so there wouldn't be any added awkward to the conversation. 

"H-hey, Tony..." He waved a little, but he didn't seem to have the other's
attention. Tony had his back turned, he was doing something with a circuit
board or something? Steve wasn't really sure, but it didn't matter. He tapped
Tony on the shoulder and Tony started, turning around with wide eyes.

"Hey, Cap! Don't see you down here too often. What's up?"

Steve turned about five shades of red just thinking about his problem. 

"I uh...I'm here for some advice..."

Tony raised an eyebrow above his safety goggles. "Advice? From me? Did you get
hit in the head or something, Cap?"

"Call me Steve, and no," He paused taking in the other's disbelief, "You know
what? Forget it..."

He turned around to leave, but Tony grabbed his wrist and shook his head, "No,
no, it's fine. If you're actually willing to come to me, it must be pretty
bad."

"Well, you weren't my first choice." 

"Oh, thanks!" Tony brought a hand to his chest dramatically, "I'm wounded
Steve, I'm wounded. So what type of advice do you actually need?"

And here, Steve's face went red again. "Uh, Sex advice."
Tony's eyebrows shot up to his forehead. "Well, yeah, I guess you've come to
the right place. I've had plenty of that." 

Steve took a deep breath. "Well, you've had sex with men, right?" 

"Yeah, a few." 

"Have you bottomed to a man before?"

"Why Steve, are you asking to fuck me?"

Steve practically choked, turning redder than he thought possible. 

"Because I'm going to be clear, as handsome as a man you are and I'm sure your
dick is, you have a boyfriend, I have a Pepper."

"Tony—"

"I mean, I know my ass is irresistible, but we're going to have to stay
friends."

"Tony, that's not what—"

"You're talking about? I know,” He grinned, “but red is a really good color on
you."

Steve clenched his jaw, feeling annoyance course through him. He didn't know
why he thought Tony could take this seriously. 

"Forget it, Tony."

"...I—okay, that wasn't nice. What's really bothering you Cap? You want to
bottom for your boyfriend?"

"Well, he wants to do something like that to me, yeah." 

"But you've never bottomed before, right?"

Steve breathed a sigh of relief over the fact that he didn't have to explain
the whole thing, "Yeah. I don't even know if I'd like it. I mean, I want to
make him happy, but back then, we didn't...you know?" 

"So you're saying that he's the one who started this and you're afraid to do
these things with him because of some innately homophobic part of you from the
forties?"

"Tony! I'm not—!"

"But that's true, isn't it?" Tony took off his glasses, and looked strangely
serious. "It doesn't make you less of a man to like being pleasured anally,
Steve. I know you probably know that, I mean I really hope you aren't looking
down on Peter or anything, but it's really your choice if you feel comfortable
enough with it. And if you don't feel comfortable, then he shouldn't pressure
you into it. That's all I can really tell you."

Steve nodded, surprised by the sincerity in the other's words. He would
probably have to talk this over with Peter after all. 

"But if it'll sway your opinion either way, I'll tell you firsthand that being
fucked feels fantastic."

"Tony!" At this, Steve started walking away, the tips of his ears turning a
furious red. He tried his best to ignore what Tony called after him.

"I'm serious! Even when Pepper blows me, I like her to give me a finger or two
and it just—"

Thankfully the door closed, and Steve could work on swallowing his
embarrassment.
- -o0o- -
After asking JARVIS, Steve found Peter alone, sitting up on Tony's landing for
the Avengers's Tower. It was a breathtaking view, he couldn't deny that; they
could see most, if not all, of Manhattan from where they were and the sun was
sinking over the horizon. He just really hated Peter's propensity towards
heights (he was worse than Hawkeye, jeeze). 

"I really hate to see you up here all by your lonesome. I hate thinking you're
going to fall and I won't be able to catch you," Steve said when he finally sat
down beside Peter, legs dangling over the side. 

Peter snorted slightly, "I'm not the one to worry about. I've got something
that will slow my fall. You don't."

Steve couldn't deny the truth of that and leaned into the other's shoulder. He
wasn't quite sure how to bring up the conversation. Like, 'oh, remember when
you were giving me that amazing blowjob this morning and you mentioned that
thing'?

"It's nice though," Peter said, interrupting his thoughts, "that you worry. You
probably worry enough for both of us."

"I can't help that. It's not a flaw."

"I know. Everyone calls you 'mom' behind your back for a reason." 

"Everyone calls me—? Okay, I don't want to know. I actually came up here to
talk to you...about this morning."

Peter bit his lip and looked out at the city, the only sign that he was as
nervous as Steve.

"We uh, we don't have to talk about this here. You said it yourself; you feel
like you're about to plummet to your death up here and that's not a good
conversation starter. I mean, can you imagine—oh, sorry officer, I was talking
about wanting to finger my boyfriend and he just fell out of—"

"Peter. You're rambling. And trying to avoid the subject."

Peter blushed and winced, looking down again, "Oh. Sorry."

"Now what I'm going to say isn't easy, okay? Doing this won't be easy. But...I
trust you. And I know you want me to feel good and I do too. I'm going to have
to get over some dreadful forties' sensibilities and if it's too much for me,
I'm going to have to ask you to stop. But you want this and I want you to have
this. So....I guess what I’m saying is that I'm yours…in any way you'll have
me."

He chanced a glance at Peter and the other looked so happy he could cry. The
next thing he knew, his face and lips were being assaulted with kisses as Peter
swung his arms wildly around him. Steve almost lost balance for a moment, but
the other didn't seem to care, until he pulled back with a grin.

"I promise you won't regret this, okay? This is going to be awesome!" And he
gave one final lingering kiss that Steve finally reciprocated. He combed his
hands through Steve's blond hair and murmured,

"I'll come to your room later tonight, okay? You don't have to worry about a
thing. I'll take care of you, babe." 

And the promise was reassuring, even if Steve did wonder how often Peter used
to take girls up to high places as Spiderman and make out in the sunset like
this.
- -o0o- -
Peter didn't actually specify a time as 'later.' So Steve spent the rest of the
day in jitters, his stomach knotting cruelly in the shower. He was nervous,
anxious, hoping that he could relax long enough that this would feel good, he
wanted both of them to feel good, but he still tensed up at the thought of
anything going... in there and he hoped Peter could rectify it.

He was in no way preparing for Peter to be lying on his bed, clad in only
underwear, when he stepped out of his shower. 

"Hey," Peter nodded, as though he hadn't just given Steve a heart attack. 

"Hey, yourself," he muttered, looking desperately around the room for something
to hold his attention.

"I decided not to give you an actual time so you couldn't, you know, back out."

Steve couldn't help but shake his head at that, with a small smile, because
Peter had always been quick when it came to his moods and reactions. 

"That's probably for the best."

"So, are you going to get your naked self over here, or am I going to have to
web you?"

Steve shook his head again and moved over to the bed, letting the towel fall to
the ground. He appreciated the way Peter's eyes roamed up and down his body
(boy, it had taken him a long time to get used to that), and his body was
clearly more prepared for this scenario than his mind was. He felt arousal
course through him as he and Peter finally met on the center of the bed and
Peter hungrily sucked against his tongue.

He felt Peter's hands, hot, travel down his back, ease out the tension of his
sudden worry, before squeezing Steve's ass. And Steve couldn't help it; he
groaned into the younger male's mouth, feeling his cock throb just a little.
This didn't bother him; this was not a new reaction and that gave Steve just a
little hope that he could do this. 

"God," Peter breathed hotly against his lips, "the things I want to do with
you." 

This made Steve's stomach tug a little, from apprehension or arousal, he wasn't
sure, but he ground his half-hard cock against the bulge in Peter's underwear. 

"Yeah?" He asked back, gasping when he felt Peter buck against him. He wanted
to ask, 'like what?' but knew that was a pretty loaded question and was glad
that Peter just responded,

"Y-yeah," equally breathless. Peter led him to the head of the bed and
straddled Steve, reminding the blond of their first time together. 

"I want to taste all of you," he moaned, against Steve's swollen lips, as he
ground himself into the soldier’s washboard abs. And apparently, he wasn't
going to wait to find out, because the next thing Steve knew, Peter was
licking, sucking, biting at his neck. It was going to leave a mark, however
briefly and Steve would normally be annoyed, but he couldn't be, not when
Peter's tongue was making rounds to his nipples, which were always a sensitive
spot. 

Steve gasped when Peter bit down on one, while pulling the other, making sure
that they were as red and abused as possible. And this was one of the slowest
things to heal on Steve, so next morning, he would definitely feel how raw they
were when he put on his shirt and he'd probably get hard again, just thinking
about.

Steve's cock was leaking, straining against his stomach by the time Peter left
his nipples alone, leaving them puffy, red and swollen with delicious pain.
Steve let out a surprised yelp when Peter's mouth closed down around his dick.
The other knew that Steve could get off easily this way and Steve wasn't
expecting it, in favor of what they were supposed to be trying.

That isn't to say that Steve minded; he enjoyed feeling his cock throb inside
that tight throat and how every whimper and moan being reverberated down to his
balls. It was only when Peter got a steady rhythm going that he realized Peter
wanted him to come, which was odd. But then, it wasn't like Steve couldn't
quickly recover (one blessing of many from the serum). 
Then Peter did that thing with his tongue pushing and licking underneath his
foreskin (Peter would never deny a fascination with Steve's uncut dick) and it
made Steve's knees weak and he knew he was close. He shut his eyes and felt
that heat throbbing inside of every part of him and when Peter began to rub his
balls, Steve arched off the bed and came deep down his lover's throat. 

Peter took a moment to swallow (God, why was that always hot?) before saying, 

"Alright, now can you uh, turn over for me?"
Steve felt that tug in his stomach again; he was pretty sure it was
apprehension this time, but nodded and did so. He was glad that the pillow
pressed against his face hid his blush because he was pretty sure that pause
was so Peter could get lube 

And he was surprised when he felt Peter straddle his hips again, and felt hands
digging into knots into his shoulders and lips against the back of his neck. 

"You have got to relax," Peter murmured, digging into a particular hard knot
and Steve vaguely wondered where the other learned how to massage so well. 

"I know," Steve answered, partially muffled by the pillow, "But you know—it's
just—"

"Hey, this is going to feel good. I promise you," Peter said before he kissed
along both of his shoulder blades. It was hard not to relax, really, between
that and his previous orgasm, even if he did sort of know what was about to
happen. Peter methodically worked his way down Steve's entire back, his strong
hands pushing away and kneading out the tension and his lips shortly followed.
He shivered when he felt a tongue in the dip around his spine and a pleasant
tingle went through him. 

Steve felt himself get hard again, between all of the attention laved onto his
back and feeling the warmth Peter's hard cock, it was difficult not to. He was
surprisingly sated, practically melted into the mattress by the time he felt
those wonderful hands continue to massage his cheeks. Steve blushed when his
cock twitched with want, and tried to stay relaxed as Peter continued to lay
kisses all over.

He definitely felt that tug in his stomach again, a definite mix of both
arousal and anxiety, when Peter got him to get on his knees. And then Peter
pressed two fingers against that sensitive region behind his balls and it felt
surprisingly good. 

"How are you doing?" Peter asked, even though they weren't doing much yet. 

"Good," Steve swallowed when those fingers drew closer to his opening, "It
feels good." 

And then Peter's hand was around his cock, which despite all of his worries,
hadn't softened yet, and this drew out a surprised gasp from him, which was
nothing when Steve felt Peter's tongue at the tip of his crack. 

"What are—"

"Relax," Peter said, before taking a long lick downward that made Steve's
cheeks (both sets, amazingly) burn bright red. It wasn't that it didn't feel
good, it did, it was just unexpected and odd. He'd never thought about putting
a tongue...there, and hoped Peter didn't expect him to do the same when their
roles were reversed. 
Peter's hand left Steve's dick, unfortunately, to help spread apart Steve's
cheeks so Peter could have better access licking between them. When Peter
licked around the rim of Steve's hole, Steve yelped, being surprised further.
Despite Steve's embarrassment, it still felt good. His cock was leaking, as a
matter of fact, and it felt like his whole body was on fire, and he let out an
embarrassing moan when the tongue finally pushed in. Peter's tongue was hot,
scorching it seemed, throbbing and moved in such odd ways, ways that went
straight to Steve's cock. 

His hands were wrapped tightly around the bars of his headboard and he was glad
Tony had it reinforced when he did, because Steve felt like he was holding on
for dear life. His eyes had squeezed shut and he tried to contain his gasps,
but it was pretty useless. That tongue kept grazing against something that sent
tingles down Steve's body and his cock twitched every time it happened. 

It was happening all so fast, in a blur of sex and pleasure and Steve nearly
keened when he felt that tongue stop and leave (but he didn't, because that
would have been embarrassing and pathetic). 

But then he felt a slick finger pushing through his muscle, curling up, and oh.
It was even better than the tongue. If this was a fraction of what Peter felt
when he bottomed, then Steve was beginning to see why he did it. When a second
finger was added, Steve felt the tightness beginning to catch up to him, and
the fingers began simultaneously trying to stretch him out and bring him over
the edge.

"God, you should see yourself," Peter groaned somewhere above his hip. His
voice was rough and not in a, 'I just gave a blow job' type way, but in an 'I
want you to fuck me now' type of way and that just made Steve even more
aroused. He wondered how he did look, ass in the air, fucked by his lover's
fingers. He shivered. Those forties' sensibilities were lessening by the
second, practically gone now. 

"You're so tight," Peter murmured, apparently in it for a long haul, because he
eased up on the thrusting to push another finger in. It stung a little, but
mostly Steve felt a fullness he wasn't, but could get, entirely used to. All
three fingers thrust in and out of him as his hips rocked with the movement and
he moaned, unable to care about embarrassment anymore, not when he felt full
and so close. 

"Please," he finally whimpered, because he wasn't able to stand this any
longer. Peter seemed to be alternating between teasing him and letting him have
what he wanted and he was close. 

"Please, Peter...!" 
 "Alright buddy...you deserved it," Peter said in a low, aroused voice and
Steve could feel how hard Peter was against him, but he couldn't bring himself
to care at the moment, not when he was so close. And then Peter gave him a few
more hard thrusts, before Steve came with a squeal. Metal groaned as Steve’s
hands warped the bars of the headboards and Peter kept thrusting inside him
until he was completely spent and he slumped against the bed, trying to recover
from what was probably the best orgasm he had ever had. 

Then it occurred to him: Peter had never finished and he began to feel guilty
and selfish.
When Steve finally felt coherent enough to speak, he pulled Peter close and
gestured to his completely hard cock (he had taken off his underwear, at
least). 

"You didn't finish," he said regretfully, taking the other's arousal into his
hand. 

"Y-yeah, well I was a little distracted…I-I'll probably have enough jack-off
material for a month," Peter said shakily as Steve's hand went to work. Steve
raised an eyebrow, even though the effect was diminished by another blush. 

"Was it that hot?" 

Peter tried to roll his eyes, but they got stuck there with a groan when Steve
tugged. 

"Oh, goddd. Y-yeah it was like, the hottest thing I've ever seen, which is
amazing because I've seen a lot of porn." 

"You have, huh?" Steve asked absentmindedly, and even though the question was
mostly rhetorical, Peter breathed, 

"Y-yeah." 

Steve thought about it and let go of Peter's dick to ask, "So what would you
like to do to me? To...you know, help you finish?"

Peter stared down at Steve like he had just broken out in Georgian monk chants
or something equally odd. 

"Are you serious?" 

Steve coughed to hide his embarrassment. "Yeah, that was uh...really good for
me. I'd hate to leave you high and dry with nothing better than a hand job." 

"You don't have to do anything for me babe, seeing that was all I needed,"
which was a lie, both of them knew that, but Peter didn't want Steve to think
he owed him anything. 

"No, really, I want to," and damn, Steve was staring up with that All-American-
Earnestness that always made Peter a little weak in the knees. So he conceded
and told Steve what he wanted to do ("I want you to suck me off and let me come
on your face"), which made Steve turn red all over again. Because. Well. He
hadn't ever done that before, but it was fine. He had plenty of practice
receiving blow jobs that he generally knew what he liked and hoped Peter would
like it too.

When Steve got between his legs, Peter looked like he was going to orgasm then
and there from pure euphoria. 

"Oh my god," he muttered when Steve's mouth was inches away from his cock and
Steve rolled his eyes. 

"Shut up."

"Oh my god," Peter repeated again, probably just to spite him. Steve ignored it
though and Peter sank back into the pillows with a groan when Steve finally
took him in his mouth. The organ was hot and throbbing in his mouth, and he was
certain to mind his teeth as he slowly took in more and more until his nose
brushed against the hairs at the base of Peter's cock. Huh. He hadn't known
that he could do that (the serum must have gotten rid of his gag reflex and he
didn't want to think about which pervert had decided that was necessary).

Peter choked back a sob when Steve swallowed around him and he whined when
Steve began to slowly bob up and down and get used to the rhythm. It was
tricky, but doable, and Peter had been holding out for so long, Steve could
tell he was close. 

When he slowed down before letting Peter get his wish, he could taste the
other's precum , steadily leaking from the head, all over his tongue and it was
salty, sure, but not that bad and Steve got to work. He wrapped his hand around
the other’s cock and sure enough, with a few quick pumps, Peter was coming all
over Steve's face with a loud shout. 

Steve had the foresight to thankfully close his eyes and when he opened him,
Peter looked positively wrecked. He was beginning to see why the other liked
being on this side of the act.
He crawled up to Peter who curled up to him and licked the cum off of Steve's
lips with a groan.

"That was so hottt, you don't even knowwww."

"I need to wash my face, Peter."

"I don't care, just. Let me remember this moment."

Steve rolled his eyes, but allowed the other that pleasure before scrambling
off the bed to get rid of the semen, which was cooling and coagulating on his
skin. He heard Peter mumble something about not deserving Steve, which was
silly, and when he came back he suddenly found himself glad he had taken both
chances with trying something new.

At least, he was glad until Tony gave him a thumbs up in the morning and he
remembered that Tony's room was a floor directly below his. This hit him doubly
so when he realized that he actually would need to replace the bed frame
again. 

He ignored the smug look Tony gave him the entire time he was built a new one
and he definitely ignored Peter's suggestion that they should try to break it
again.
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