
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/12899898.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Spider-Man:_Homecoming_(2017), The_Avengers_
      (Marvel_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Tony_Stark, Spider-Man, Iron_Man
  Additional Tags:
      Clubbing, Underage_Drinking, Underage_Drug_Use, kinda_a_songfic, Anal,
      Dancing
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-03 Words: 3298
****** Papi ******
by IsaiahVirus
Summary
     Deadass this is a fic inspired by F(x)'s Papi because that song is a
     mood. Tony and Peter meet in the club. I don't really have any
     respect for the official MCU timeline.
     "The infamous boy wonder who frequented their watering hole and Tony
     stark. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist. It should have
     caused spacetime to rip. And maybe it did for a second between the
     bridge and the next chorus."
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Peter arched his back and ground down into the man behind him. The pulsing
lights of the club shone on his sweat wet skin and made him glow ethereally. He
lolled his head back to find that of his partners and turned in to give a
sloppy, high, kiss.
Peter had been coming to this club on and off since he got his fake ID after
Ben died. It was a good way to spend pent up energy- whatever its source was;
anxiety, stress, or most recently, his new powers. It left him exhausted and
fulfilled. Most nights in a bed not his own, but his newfound immune system
hadn't let him catch anything yet. It was dangerous, It was stupid. He couldn't
get enough.
By day he was your average high school junior at a school for the
scientifically minded youth of Queens. He kept good grades but didn't try
exceptionally hard as he felt himself above the content his peers struggled to
learn and apply. He worked ahead at home and slacked off in class. He spent a
lot of his afternoons in the library perusing texts both in print and online
and ever since he started his forays into vigilantism he kept Spiderman and
spiderling and spider all tagged for notifications in his feeds. He kept
separate profiles for each of his interests. He wasn't a social butterfly but
he had a small group of close knit friends that he valued greatly. He kept an
online identity for them and school, one for his spider activities, and one for
his bedroom activities. He was fairly well known in the local lgbt community
and although he didn't maintain great contact with many of them, he was liked
well enough and invited to events. Which was how he ended up in Amadeus,
grinding against just another face in the crowd he couldn't bother to remember
a name to go along with the face, if one had ever been given. He was ready to
go get another drink or perhaps another hit of whatever was being passed around
the dance floor since his metabolism had already killed off the substances
inside him. It sucked that he had to blow through money like that but at the
same time it was a blessing. He never had to go home intoxicated to Aunt May
and cause her more distress, especially after Ben's death.
Peter was about to pull away from The Guy who currently had his hands in
Peter's hair to head for the bar, when as he turned around to give the guy a
goodbye kiss he saw Tony Stark begin to ascend to the VIP levels. He was every
bit as breathtaking as pictures online had him as. He wore a fine linen shirt
rolled up to his elbows and a pair of black slacks with his usual sunglasses.
The faint glow from the arc reactor couldn't hide from Peter, even in the
lighting situation of the club.
Peter broke off the kiss with The Guy and as he opened his eyes as he removed
his tangled limbs from his partner he caught Starks eye, gave him a half lidded
bedroom look, and turned to head for the bar.
On his way out of the dance floor he found someone handing out a softly glowing
florescent, hopefully just under the UV lights, powder that Peter assumed
correctly would be best snorted if the girls bent low over a cocktail table
were anything to go by. Peter, however low they were, had standards. He took a
pinky, dipped it into the baggie, put it to his lips and finding it not an
altogether unpleasant taste, lifted a clump to his mouth and let it melt under
his tongue. He set off to the bar in search of something high alcohol content
with a low price tag. Usually bottom shelf vodka. He took five shots and felt
the warmth in his stomach along with the heady sensations of whatever he had
just partook in. He let his head roll back after the third shot and lost
himself in the warm embrace, however brief, of sweet sweet substance abuse.
He didn't really know how he got to the dancefloor, nor could he tell how much
time had passed, but he came to as the song changed and lost in the provocative
clutches of bad choices he let himself be pulled into another man. Peter thinks
his name is Edward. He felt like he was being watched, his senses let that much
through the barricade of alcohol and he looked up. Tony stark was leaning on a
railing looking down into the sea of people, but more specifically at Peter.
B o s s C E O
The man kissed up Peter's neck and Peter kept eye contact as he shifted the
kiss to let himself into his partner's mouth. He broke it to slide down his
partner's body, dragging his hands down Edward’s front in a slow and torturous
manner. Not to tease his dance partner but to arouse Stark.
La la la la la la I'mma show you how
Tony was definitely stuck watching Peter as he drew back up the man's body and
ground their crotches together in perfect Tahitian circles and as Peter bruised
Edwards? neck, high enough he wouldn't be able to hide it without makeup
tomorrow. He positioned himself so his back was flat against Edwards back and
made sinuous movements to the bass.
La la la la la I'mma show you how
Peter threw his head back against the shoulder behind him to look back up at
Stark but he was no longer there. This didn't particularly phase Peter, lost as
he was in the moment, and he felt the bass building to the chorus.
Papi let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
Papi ya know
Yeah I kinda like it
Stark appeared in front of him on the other side of the dancefloor. The
electricity between them was palpable.
Papi let's go
Cause I kinda like it
Peter broke from Edward and headed towards Anthony Stark who was brushing off
people on his way to Peter. The man wasn't even looking at the people vying for
his attention, he was single mindedly focused on Peter. They met in what should
have been a massive disturbance as these two forces collided in the middle of
the floor, if you were to listen to the rest of the attendees in the club the
next day. The infamous boy wonder who frequented their watering hole and Tony
stark. Genius. Billionaire. Playboy. Philanthropist. It should have caused
spacetime to rip. And maybe it did for a second between the bridge and the next
chorus.
Surreal surreal
Surreal surreal
In the space of a three minute song the entire course of history shattered,
rewrote itself, and righted itself to include this pair meeting before it was
technically their time. The bass drop could be felt building in a thousand
heart’s beating.
Papi let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
Papi ya know
Yeah I kinda like it
Peter made the first contact. He put his hands on Stark's shoulders. He made
eye contact since they were about the same height, give or take an inch. He let
his eyelids flutter shut and began making near perfect circles in the space
between them with his hips.
Papi let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
Tony pulled Peter into him and forcefully ground their hips together. Peter was
smushed flat up against the hard planes of Tony's chest and reactor and Peter
could feel the arousal burning through Tony. Peter dropped low, still pressed
firmly into Iron Man, causing him to catch himself on the other growing
erection before continuing his descent to the floor where he bopped along to
the building refrain and nuzzled along the outline of Tony's cock. He
occasionally looked up through half lidded bedroom eyes and caught Tony's
considerably blown pupils given the intensity of the light show. Tony slid his
hands into Peter's hair and forcefully pulled him up to crush their lips
together. Peter plastered himself to Tony's front and whispered breathlessly
along alternating ears with each letter
B o s s C E O
 
If Tony wasn't hard before he sure as fuck was now. There were very few things
he loved more than being told his position and status in the world. He enjoyed
it more when it was a young, sexy, willing body sending him on that power trip.
He was going to take this boy home as he was currently doing ungodly things
with his tongue in Tony's mouth so it would follow that he could do ungodly
things with his tongue on Tony’s cock. Said cock jumped at that thought.
Eventually Peter turned around so his back was melded to Tony chest and his
ass, which Tony had not noticed was quite so nice, was gyrating wonderfully on
Tony's erection. If he didn't get out of there soon he would take the boy in
the middle of the dancefloor. But Peter seemed content to let the heady
atmosphere and bass guide him in his exploration of Tony. He didn't seem
inclined to leave yet still grinding away.
I was low-key
That's the old me
Peter spun around and affixed his lips and teeth to the junction between Tony's
neck and chest and did something unholy that Tony was sure would bruise
heavily. Peter traced the arc reactor with his hand not sound around Tony's
neck to keep him in place. Not that he cared at that moment but it was another
thing for Tony to be yelled at about in the morning by Pepper after she got
over the fact that he allowed it to happen in the first place. Tony moaned into
Peter's hair as he pulled away and reaffirmed their lips into a searing and
rough kiss.
Papi papi
Baby
You better come and
Get me get me
Papi! let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
Papi ya know
Yeah I kinda like it
Peter broke off causing Tony to whine before his brain caught up that Peter
intended to leave with him. Tony got his shit together and caught up with Peter
as he reached the ground floor leading outside. Tony sent a quick message to
Happy to pick them up.
Papi let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
B o s s C E O
Tony pinned Peter to a wall near the exit and bit into the soft tissue of
Peter's neck that tasted of sweat and the sickly sweet sheen of alcohol and
drugs. Peter whispered the refrain over Tony's head as he kept up with the
assault of Peter's neck. When he finally pulled away, it was because of the
text notification that Happy was waiting outside for him.
Papi let's go
Cuz I kinda like it
Papi ya know
Yeah i kinda like it
The song finished just as they left the building stumbling after each other's
lips. They stumbled all the way into the back seat of Tony's car where Peter
was immediately pulled into Tony's lap. Peter spread his knees so he could
comfortably sit over Iron Man’s lap to do sacrilegious things with that ass,
never breaking the kiss once, his arms braced on the headrest behind Tony's
head. Tony disentangled their mouths and moved to suck more marks into Peter's
neck and he didn't register it then, but the hickeys from before had mostly
healed over already. Whatever, Tony thought, more room for new ones. They spent
the half hour ride back to Manhattan in a vacuum where only their bodies
existed and nothing else mattered. The gray world outside melted away as they
sped over the Queensboro Bridge.
They made it back to the Tower after half an hour of what amounted to foreplay
because the second they were in the elevator Peter was pinned against the wall
having his shirt removed and his dark jeans pushed down his hips.
The effects of the drug left Peter in a desperate state of need and wantonness
that he intended to use Tony to satiate.
The elevator ride to the penthouse was over before they got too far in
undressing but Peter was pretty sure he would not see that shirt again, either
way.
Stumbling through Tony's living areas until they reached the bedroom took
longer than it would have if either of them had been in their right mindset but
alas, preoccupation on each other's bodies won out against common sense and
clothes were dropped the second they were taken off.
Peter tripped over the foot of the bed and fell back with about as much grace
as was possible and pulled Tony down with him. Hooking a thumb on Tony's lower
incisors and dragging the barely wet tip down Tony's chin was all the warning
got before, “Fuck me,” in such a low, broken voice that how could Tony say no?
Peter was quickly flipped onto his hands and knees with his head resting
against his forearm and his ass stuck out at an obscene angle. Tony didn't take
his eyes off that pale, creamy skin once while he searched around his bed for
lube.
“Baby boy, you’re going to kill me.” Tony’s slicked fingers found Peter’s hole
and pressed in gently but finding no resistance, “You came prepped just for me?
Or did you not care who picked you up?”
“Ngh, not care,” Peter sounded half strangled and that probably had something
to do with the now two fingers curling past his prostate. “Need more. Need
you.” And Tony was ill-prepared to disobey such direct orders.
Pulling a condom out of the bedside table and rolling it on, Tony took a deep
breath and tried to collect his thoughts so he could last more than a few
minutes. Peter wiggled his ass at Tony because he was taking too long.
Tony laid a hand on the small of Peter’s back to still the impatient body and
took hold of himself to line up with Peter’s now shining wet hole and began to
push in. There was little resistance proving Peter was amply prepared. Tony
pushed past the first ring of muscle into the wet heat and even though Peter
was prepped in advance he was still gloriously tight against Tony’s cock.
He used an arm to wrap under Peter's hips to support him as he got a hold of
himself and began shallowly thrusting. Even though he was restrained under and
over, Peter made every effort to thrust back and meet Tony’s hips. Peter had
enough mind not to use any extra strength then a normal teen might have and
thus was having little luck changing the angle sufficiently to get every thrust
to smash into his prostate. He had to be more direct.
He threw caution to the wind as he super-powered his next thrust and changed
the angle. The only warning Tony had time to process was the immediate shift in
Peter’s posture. His back went limp and he let out the most beautiful high
pitched breath Tony had ever heard. Tony redoubled his hold to keep Peter’s
hips up and keep the new angle and with each new thrust made Peter further
devolve into a mewling mess on Tony’s sheets. It was one of the hottest things
Tony had ever laid witness to. And if that’s what he thought from the back. He
had to see it from the front. Tony pulled out and kneeled there on the bed
admiring the view.
“Baby boy, turn over for me.” Tony mouth feel agape at the sinful look he was
awarded with as Peter turned over and moved back flush with Tony, his ankles
moving to hook over Tony’s shoulders and lock behind his head.
“Anything for you Papi.” And if that didn’t go straight to Tony's dick, nothing
would. Peter grasped Tony’s cock and moved it back into place and thrust
himself back on it. And if Tony were an objective observer he would have
marveled at the core strength exuded by such a lean individual but as it stands
he marveled at the stretch of skin over muscle and felt his cock throb in
anticipation.
Tony moved to meet Peter mid thrust and the pure pressure made him see stars.
Peter vocalized what could only be the same sentiment. They found a rhythm and
Tony swore he felt the continuum break down in what any of the mages of Earth
would have called sex magic.
Reality stitched itself back together and Tony kept thrusting and moving to
meet the eager hips.
Peter could feel a heat that had lay latent in his gut begin to unfurl as
reality came together and not even a minute later he was edging orgasm. Peter
flipped Tony onto his back and as the older man spread his arms to redistribute
the weight of the fall Peter was already moving to chase that dick because he
had one desire and that was to release the pent up desperation he’d been
skirting around since he arrived in the club earlier.
Desperation to forget the hardships at school, to forget how little sleep he
gets, to forget the remaining bruises from his last confrontation with no-
gooders, desperate to escape his shitty financial situation. And the answer to
all his problems was the thick cock buried in his ass.
Peter let his head roll back and let out one long moan that originated
somewhere deep in his chest and let ropes of cum adhere themselves to Tony’s
stomach. Tony kept thrusting up until the spasming of Peter’s body brought him
into the abyss of pleasure and he lay beneath the boy.
Peter felt more than actively participated in his body slumping over onto
Tony’s chest and he let it be until the edge of the arc reactor became too
uncomfortable for him to bear and move to pull of Tony's softening dick and lay
beside him on the bed.
Tony was too blissed out to say much but had enough mind to tie off the condom
and throw it towards the trash. He carded a hand through Peter’s sweaty hair
and promptly started to drift off to sleep.
---
When Tony awoke not many hours later from an already fading nightmare, the bed
beside him was cold. Which tickled the part of his mind that said ‘Wrong’ and
it wasn’t until he had gotten up that he realized that there should have been
the body of a one-night stand still in his bed.
He realized he never even got the kid’s name.
“Hey, Jarvis, when did the kid leave?” he asked to nowhere in particular.
“About an hour after you fell asleep. He couldn't find his shirt so he took on
of yours, Sir.”
“Thanks Jay. How'd he get out without you waking me?”
“If you notice, your balcony doors are open. He left through them.”
Which was certainly not what Tony had expected to hear. “What.”
Jarvis projected Peter’s escape onto the wall opposite Tony. The muted night
tones showed the boy gathering his pants, checking for his phone, going into
the closet and taking a shirt, then walking out onto the balcony and jumping
off. After Jarvis assured him there were no bodies on the pavement below and
that it looked like the boy had stopped falling and arched back up into the sky
on threads so fine, Jarvis’ external sensors had trouble tracking them, Tony
wrote it off as another odd event in his life and went back to bed. If the boy
was significant and not just another weird inhabitant of the city, they would
meet again.
End Notes
     Come say hi on tumblr @potentialproblem01
     I have this whole world that follows this fic which is why there's
     some unnecessary exposition and it may or may never be posted.
     Basically all that's concrete is this series of interactions and
     Peter doing all sorts of shady teenager things and Tony not being
     cool with sleeping with a 17yo and Peter getting trashed and drunk
     texting Tony and the infamous 'rhetorical question' scene in
     Homecoming but with added tension.
     I'm kpop trash and Papi is just a sexy song my dudes. Leave a kudo if
     you liked it or say hey in the comments.
Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed
their work!
