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  Category:
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      Cinematic_Universe, Captain_America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark, Peter_Parker_&_Tony_Stark
  Character:
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      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Hallucinations, Wet_Dream, First_Times, First
      Meetings, again_this_is_entirely_self_indulgent_and_i_am_completely
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      like, why_not, Edge_Play, implied_mental_health_issues, Angst, Canon
      Divergence, peter_is_young_ok_like_seriously, Mirror_Sex, sexual_tension
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      Published: 2017-07-25 Updated: 2017-08-08 Chapters: 7/? Words: 13367
****** see you again ******
by intoxicatelou
Summary
     Tony Stark is hallucinogenic.
     or the one where Peter's been dreaming about Tony Stark since he was
     fourteen and then suddenly it's not just in his head.
Notes
     hello pals!!! so i've seen spiderman homecoming like 3 times and i
     just think there is not enough good peter/tony fic so here i am
     trying to provide to all of us who are going to hell. the title is an
     allusion to See You Again by Tyler The Creator which i would highly
     recommend listening to it. idk how long this will be, but a few
     chapters at least. i wrote this bc i literally wanted to read it and
     the concept of hallucination and dreams of people you want but can't
     have is too real.
     anyway we're all going to hell bc this is underage, but like nothing
     substantial is gonna actually happen between the real tony and peter
     until like peter is late 16 - 17 ish. there might be some sexual
     things b4 tho but no like real real sex u know? anyway again, if that
     bothers u, ofc don't read!!! i'm gonna jump through time here and
     there as i feel it bc again this is completely self indulgent and i
     just wanted to basically project my own pining issues onto peter
     whoops. thank you for reading and comments and kudos are appreciated.
     idk when i'll update but probably frequently. stay tuned and enjoy!
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***** you live in my dream state *****
                          You live in my dream state
                              Relocate my fantasy
                               I stay in reality
                          You live in my dream state
                      - See You Again, Tyler The Creator
Tony Stark is hallucinogenic.
 
When Peter first wakes up fisting the sheets, a sheen of sweat on his chest,
legs aching, his eyes are laser focused on the Iron Man poster on his wall. His
dick is hard, like really hard, for the first time in his teenage life and
while Uncle Ben had told him what to do god, Peter didn't want to think about
those girls in those magazines or online. Besides his laptop was across the
room and the feeling, the deep rush of blood in between his legs, he didn't
even think he could make it. He was frozen with the sensation, wanting to
touch, but the fear persisted. Uncle Ben had said it hurt a little, but in a
good way, and Peter had no idea what  that even meant. He had just turned
fourteen and he hadn't even kissed anyone yet, and he knew this was a normal
part of puberty but he couldn't help but focus on how weird it felt. How
uncertain it all was.
 
Peter waits, tries to think of the most unsexy things ever like dead puppies
and spiders and gum on the bottom of his shoe, but the tent in his boxers only
dampens. He feels lost and hot, like the inside of sun, a machine out of
control. Peter lets out of a soft whine,  tears prickling at the corner of his
eyes, and he wishes for the first time he wasn't so damn alone. If he had been
cool enough to get a girlfriend like Flash he wouldn't even be in this
situation because she would just take care of it, take care of you , his brain
adds, and the thought causes him to blush and arch his back softly. If someone
was there to just take control and tell him what to do -
 
"Hi there Peter, you're looking a little flush." Mr. Stark's voice fills the
small space and Peter's mouth falls open.
 
He knows it can't be real, that there's Tony Stark stepping out of the Iron Man
costume, designer sunglasses and all, right in front of his desk. He pauses to
stare amusingly at the poster Peter had pinned up there after his first Stark
expo. "Aw you're a fan, I appreciate that."
 
"M-Mr. Stark?" Peter whispers, his teeth catching on the name.
 
"Yes, Peter.”  Tony Stark turns to look at him, calm and a little dangerous.
Peter notices he's wearing an all white suit, like he wore to the Met Gala a
few weeks ago, the one that Peter couldn't get out of his mind.
 
It's so clean and out of place and he looks so good, Peter almost forgets about
his problem until Mr. Stark starts walking towards him, eyes like lightning as
he takes in Peter's body.
 
A rush of embarrassment flows through him, imagining his idol meeting him like
this.  It makes his body heat up a fraction more and Peter's ribs feel light
weight at the attention, watches the flicker of darkness in Mr. Stark's face,
as he looks at the Peter's red boxers stretching uncomfortably over his cock,
the sharp still delicate lines of his hip and stomach exposed in sleep.
 
"Before you say anything Parker, I have to tell you - you are absolutely
breathtaking."
 
There's something about the way he says it that draws a succulent moan out of
Peter's lungs, a sound he wasn't even aware he was capable of making.  Maybe
because it’s Tony Stark, his role model since he learned what science was,
billionaire play-boy extraordinaire who’s been with Victoria Secret models to
maybe even Captain America, deciding that his scrawny teenaged body was
breathtaking.The throb between his legs only worsens at the thought and his
palm slides to his abdomen, trembling. His eyes flickered to Tony, still in his
room, still watching,  and Peter knows he should've asked are you real ?
 
Instead, he bites the pink of his lips and begs "H-Help  me, Mr. Stark."
 
"Well since you asked so nicely kid," Tony jokes and Peter swears he feels his
bed tip when Mr. Stark takes a seat.
 
"Tell me what to do, please, it hurts." Peter feels shameless, feels rubbed
raw, nerves crying from the lack of attention.
 
"Shhh calm down sweetheart, and just touch yourself."
"With my hands?"
"Yes baby."
 
The shift in Mr. Stark's tone goes right through him. It's molten honey and
Peter's dazed beyond star-struck. He holds himself with fever hands, hears the
gasp rather than sees it, eyes flickering a violent beat. 
 
“Peter.” Tony Stark’s voice is inside his earlobe, biting down on the pressure
point. “Tell me how it feels.”
 
"It's g-good Mr.Stark" Peter whimpers, a searing sound and Tony groans, teeth
ghosting over his jugular.
 
"You're doing so well, Peter. I can't believe this is your first time. That no
one else has seen you like this. You've been saving it all - just for me."
 
Peter writhes under the praise, the possessive tone making his fingers speed
up. The slick slaps of his body echoes in the dark room, and Peter holds onto
the second heartbeat he hears like an anchor. "Mr. S-Stark, I'm -"
 
"Mmhm what was that? You're close?" Tony's voice drapes over his abdomen and 
Peter ricochets hip upwards at the thought. Then a sharp press, "Peter, you're
a good boy right?"
 
Peter's eyes snap open at the question and he's whispering frantically "yes yes
yes I'm a good boy for you Mr. Stark god god I'm so-"
 
The tingling at the base of his spine is so loud he can barely hear. He wants
to arch and scream and give in so badly, so so badly, but then there's his
voice.
 
"Good boys only come with permission, Mr. Parker." Peter swears he stops
breathing at that because he's right at the brink, staring down but unable to
land. He can't focus on anything but how his eyes burn over the idea of being
bad for Tony Stark.  He lets out a low moan, back set in a fixed arch and rolls
onto his side. His lets out a pant, as he faces  the glitter of Mr. Stark's
glasses. His beard is trimmed impeccably and his lips are full, his eyes blown
beyond compare. All Peter can think is, I did that.
 
"I'm so close, god I can't, I wanna be good please Tony let me good." Peter
waits for the reaction, doesn't know how the Tony manages to slip out but he's
rewarded by a hand in his hair, yanking back, the command "Come for me, Peter"
bitten into his throat. 
 
Peter's mouth gapes as the flood of energy washes over him, his voice a broken
chord of Tony’s name as his hips move uneven in lust. He bites his lip hard
enough to taste iron and feels the breeze of Tony's breath more than sees it.
He imagines the soft murmurs whispered into his ear, Tony's voice a rumble of
"so good for me, you're such a good boy, Peter, you looked so fucking good, for
your first time, so beautiful, baby" and blushes as  his orgasm fades out. He
feels undone and put back together, gooey and insecure. The room stops spinning
so much and he reaches to the left of his bed, only to find it cool like the
air on his stomach. His fingers grasp empty sheets as he blinks a few times to
realize he's alone again.
 
It takes finding the Kleenex box and cleaning up his mess for Peter to realize
that it's just been his overactive imagination this whole time.  The clock read
3 am and Aunt May and Uncle Ben were sleeping next door, unaware that their
nephew was awake. There wasn't a single indention in his bed where he saw Tony
sitting and no bite on his throat resembling Tony's mouth.  His hands flitted
around his body, begging for the evidence that it’d been real, but he found
nothing. There was nothing, except air that smelled like sex and sweat. Peter
stares at his ceiling, coming to terms with the fact that he was just another
teenage boy who had  fantasized about Iron Man while getting off.
 
God, he was so fucked. 
***** you exist behind my eyelids *****
Chapter Summary
     "I might not be real, but it still feels good doesn't it." Tony
     whispers then, a delicate sound; private and a little heartbreaking.
     It's almost as if he read Peter's mind- which actually he probably
     did since he is a figment of Peter's imagination.
Chapter Notes
     Okay so this chapter deals more with the hallucination and like why
     Peter is continually hallucinating Tony which surprise, surprise is
     because he's lonely and grieving and dealing with that poor mental
     health. it's got some angst but I promise sexy times are coming !!
     also this is totally unbeta'd and i deadass wrote this on a six hour
     road trip ON MY PHONE bc i can't stop thinking about this
     hallucination! Tony verse ahh. i guess it's helping me cope w my own
     loneliness lol. anyway thank u so much for ur kind comments and kudos
     and subscribes!! keeps me motivated :)))
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              I'd rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone
                           I wanna sleep next to you
                      But that's all I wanna do right now
                       So come over now and talk me down
                          - TALK ME DOWN, Troye Sivan

For Peter Parker, fourteen starts like a train wreck.
Uncle Ben dies, and Peter’s walking home from school when hears the gunshot. He
finds the body in the living room, the burglar long gone, and it feels too
horrific to be real. The funeral is a quiet affair, already pulling on funds
they don’t have, but the entire neighborhood pitches in a little to help out.
Everyone is mourning and it rains on the Friday they bury him. There’s no
reception after, and he knows he should call Ned to check in, to repeat the
same dense lie, i'm okay i'm fine i can take care of myself, but his mind is
whirring a hundred miles a minute and he just wants to be alone. May gives him
a blank stare when he tells her he’ll walk home, and Peter should hurt, but
he’s already getting used to it. He doesn’t even want to know what it’s like to
lose the person you loved more than anyone.
Peter kicks at dirty puddles, walking through Queens as people rush quickly
underneath awnings to avoid the storm coming. He feels a little bad that he’s
getting Ned’s borrowed tux all wet but his body feels like it’s overheating
from what’s happened so quickly. Ben’s gone. Like really gone, never coming
back gone, just like his parents, and now all he’s got left is Aunt May.
When he ducks into an alley to loosen his tie, he doesn’t notice the spider
until it’s too late. The bite stings, but considering the week Peter’s had, he
just shakes it off and kills it before it could get away. God, not only had his
uncle died but he just got bit by his least favorite bug, that too in the rain.
How much more pathetic could he get? The tears in his eyes are unexpected and
he brushes them off fast, gaze catching on the Avengers tower in the distance.
+
He makes it home as the sun starts to set, his mind a little clearer but still
buzzing. He strips out of his wet clothes and lies there on his twin-sized
mattress, in nothing but his damp boxers. It’s quiet, too quiet. Their shoe box
apartment had always been small but never before so suffocating. Everything had
changed now that Ben had died. May sobbed and screamed at first, hours on end
of agonizing sounds coming from her bedroom, but what Peter found worse was the
silence that followed.
He looks at his wrist, where the spider had bit him, realizing he should
probably get some first aid on that when the headache starts. It's a dull throb
that begins to grow instantaneously, Peter's body turning feverish. He shifts
in his bed, tossing and turning, trying to get any cooler, almost kicking off
his boxers but then stopping at the thought of May finding him in his birthday
suit.
Maybe some water'll help. Peter goes to sit up, only to find his world turn
sideways, the room spinning fast. The bite stings even more, also unbearably
hot, and he wants to call out to Aunt May but his mouth feels full of cotton.
His anxiety spikes and his breath comes out in gasps, the severity of the
situation hitting him.
God, not me too, no no - Peter doesn't want to die, but the pain that's slowly
engulfing him sure as hell makes it seem like a viable option. His entire body
is on fire, his muscles screaming to do something, but he can't move his legs.
His skin feels like it's re-arranging and Peter doesn't even notice that he's
sobbing until another gentle voice fills the room.
"Hey kid, c'mon don't cry." Tony's leaning against the ledge of his window,
feet planted comfortingly wearing a pair of faded blue jeans that hang low on
his hips and a designer dark shirt that's casually unbuttoned a little.
Peter blinks the tears out of his eyes, once, twice -
"Still here, Peter." Mr. Stark hums, as if reading his mind. He's not wearing
his sunglasses for once but his face looks just as good as ever, and Peter's
confused.
Like really confused because well, Peter isn't hard in the slightest, he even
looks at down at his body, but nothing's different except the growing sheen of
sweat over his limbs caused by the spider bite.
"Also not that I'm complaining, but maybe you should put some clothes on the
next time I'm over. We really have to stop meeting like this." Tony Stark drags
his eyes over Peter's frozen body and watches as the boy flushes a little under
the attention, even despite the pain.
It's true. The hallucinations of Tony came frequently and at night but usually
with a sexual agenda. Never like this, never pain-induced. Peter's mind whirs
trying to think of the possibilities of why this is happening, maybe some
sensory overload reaction due to the spider bite.
"I - uh - I think I'm dying." Peter gasps out, as another pain flare runs
through his body. His head lolls to the side and Tony's kneeling by his side
instantly.
"Well good thing that the world's #1 superhero is here to save you!" Tony
jokes, and Peter actually laughs, surprised.
"I don't see Captain America anywhere. " Peter bites back, teasingly, and Mr.
Stark makes a hurt sound.
"Ha ha very funny, Parker. Maybe I should just go."
"Please don't" Peter finds himself saying, because it might be messed up but
it's easier to deal with whatever the fuck's going on now that Mr. Stark's
around.
"So I am helping." Tony's voice lies languid in his collarbone, the sensation
causing Peter to blush. He runs his hands through Peter's hair as the waves of
pain still crash into the boy, making him wince and choke on screams. But Tony
Stark is there, crouched on his knees, obviously uncomfortable but mouth
running anyway. He discusses his new projects in hushed tones to keep Peter's
mind off whatever this spider bite has done to him. This goes on long enough
that Peter loses track of time, the dark slipping further into midnight and the
only glow in his bedroom comes from the full moon and the red of his alarm
clock. It reads 2:15 AM when Tony asks gently, "Can you move your legs now?"
Peter almost doesn't hear him, eyes drifting close, but then there's a ghost of
a hand inside his thigh and he shifts closer to the touch. He's alert within
seconds, " I can, I can, I can oh my god Mr. Stark I'm not gonna die." Peter's
entire body relaxes and Tony smiles as he stands up to walk to the other side
of the bed.
Peter feels the slight pressure of a hand helping him sit up and looks left to
see Tony sitting there. He looks so tempting. Peter wants to reach out and
touch the soft feeling of Tony's shirt, to pull him in and kiss him first. He
wants to repay the favor, wants to slide his tongue and taste. But there's
something stopping him.
It isn't real. None of this is. What real is that Uncle Ben is dead and that
it's Saturday, and the spider bite almost killed him. The billionaire genius
with the deadly jawline next to him is nothing but an unhealthy and obsessive
coping mechanism, a playground trick.
"I might not be real, but it still feels good doesn't it." Tony whispers then,
a delicate sound; private and a little heartbreaking. It's almost as if he read
Peter's mind- which actually he probably did since he is a figment of his
imagination.
The older man runs his hands through Peter's hair, let his fingers jump along
his jaw, and land on his pulse. "Tell me I'm wrong and I'll go away."
Peter wants to say something, anything, because he knows this is bad, sex is
one thing but, this? caresses and jokes and actual human comfort in the form of
a hallucination of his childhood idol and role model? He should say you're just
a wrong set of nerves firing, get out.
Instead Peter looks at Mr. Stark with a sun-starved desire and asks, "Can you
stay till morning?"
Tony's already started to unbutton his shirt, revealing honey-tanned abs in the
lowlight, pulling Peter against his chest.
"You don't even have to ask."
Chapter End Notes
     as always comments and kudos are appreciated!! let me know what ya
     think, do it for Peter's overactive imagination already helping him
     out :)
***** 20/20 Vision *****
Chapter Summary
     Peter knows it isn't healthy because he's essentially just talking to
     himself and seeing things that aren't real will give any therapist
     reason enough to put him in some psych ward, but like, he's fourteen
     and things could be worse.
Chapter Notes
     I can't believe I've written most of this FIC on my phone but yes
     this has some #angst and I'm literally posting it bc I wanna get
     started on the next chap asap. As always thanks for the kudos and
     comments, I read every single one and I'm so happy y'all are on this
     wild journey to hell with me.
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                        When I bring you up to my lips
                       It's always more than just a kiss
                      And my head spins when I'm with you
                      'Til I can't stand in my own shoes
                               I keep you around
                          'Cause I can't put you down
                      - Can't Put You Down, Lonely Benson

Aunt May doesn't come out of her room for two months and Peter finds that Mr.
Stark fills the empty space almost frighteningly well.
Peter knows it isn't healthy because he's essentially just talking to himself
and seeing things that aren't real will give any therapist reason enough to put
him in some psych ward, but like, he's fourteen and things could be worse. His
uncle and only paternal figure he kinda had just died and that would be more
than enough for some kids his age to turn to drugs. He doesn't even live in the
nice part of the city, it would've been almost too easy. But instead of turning
him into a full-fledged crack addict, the unhinged part of his brain makes Tony
Stark appear across of him at breakfast in a red Armani suit looking like he
just stepped out of a GQ magazine only so he can earnestly ask about his
Spanish quiz.
As things are going right now, he'll take it.
+
Since Uncle Ben died, everything that had once felt normal in his life had
changed- hallucinations aside. Not only was his body grieving in the most
fucked up way it could think of, there was the whole new spider-boy thing to
deal with.
+
It wasn't obvious at first.
The morning after almost dying, Mr. Stark was still there as promised. Peter
didn't even have to look, he felt the warm pressure of a body behind him. He
kept his eyes closed and let himself bask in the dream. The bed dipped slightly
as Tony woke up and snuggled closer Peter, the weight of his arm lying pulling
the younger boy close. Peter smiled at the familiarity of the gesture and was
glad he didn't have school so he could just live in this quiet fantasy a moment
longer.
"Morning cupcake," Tony whispered into the nape of his neck, a dry press of
lips sending automatic tingles up and down his spine, Peter's moan automatic.
"Woah, someone's sensitive."
It was true. He'd never thought of that part of him to be particularly arousing
but after all that pain because of his spider bite, maybe his nerves are re-
setting. He doesn't even have time to think about it much because Mr. Stark
continues kissing his neck, open-mouthed and languid. Peter shivers at the
sensation and pushes his ass back into where he imagines is the other man's
crotch. The groan that he incites leaves Peter with goosebumps over his skin,
nipples pebbling on instinct. Suddenly, Peter's on his back, arms pinned down
by the force of the man above him. He doesn't even have to open his eyes to
know that Tony's giving him that look again, the one that makes Peter want to
throw up and ride his cock at the same time. "How are you real?" Mr. Stark asks
in that sexy-morning rasp. Peter blushes, an intoxicating rose-hue .
"I should be asking you the same thing," Peter cheekily responds, and cracks
open his eyes to watch the grin split across Tony's face.
Except that's not what happens.
Peter opens his eyes and not only is he alone but the room is spinning. Like
really spinning, some sort of kaleidoscope nightmare he can't seem to wake up
from. He's seeing things in and out of focus, vision zooming in on the dust on
his floor to the entirety of his ceiling.
He's still feverish, and his hard-on is unmistakable. He wants to touch except
his fingers feel strange and wait is the blanket stuck to his fingers? His eyes
scramble close because it's too painful to keep them open. Peter stumbles to
his feet, and that's when the sound starts. He drops to his knees, fingers
clamping over his ears as his brain picks up every sound from what feels like
the entirety of Queens.
Peter can feel himself hyperventilating and doesn't know when he passes out on
the floor of his room, but the last thing he remembers is the warm sound of
someone familiar saying his name.
+
Peter Parker's a smart kid but even then, it takes him a week to accept that
the spider bite had changed him. He couldn't walk to class unless he had his
earphones to drown out the rest of the sound, and while sleep had been
difficult at first, it felt near impossible now. Everything he did, his senses
felt as if they'd been dialed to eleven, his body a beacon for an overwhelming
amount of data that only made his head hurt since he was still leaning to
understand it.
Peter looked like a mess. He knew it. Ned kept giving him anxious looks in
chemistry and tried not to bring up the dark bruise of purple underneath his
eyes. MJ even tried being nicer to him than usual in physics, going as far as
letting Peter copy off her notes last class. He could feel their worry seeping
into his bones, but was too tired to even respond.
Peter wishes he could say that the worst thing was the constant insomnia or the
migraines or the way his muscles felt rubber wrapped and new - but it wasn't.
No, the most terrible thing about this was that Peter had to deal with all of
it alone.
+
It's a sick thing to comprehend, but Peter... misses him. It's been days since
his last hallucination and he finds himself replaying the morning memory before
everything went to shit every night, desperate as always. Some part of him
feels like he should've seen it coming, an affair with your own imagination
sounds fickle at best but god, it'd been so good for a while - despite the
anxiety  he would constantly face. 
Peter couldn't help but feel inadequate.
It used to confuse him , every time Mr. Stark showed up uninvited (before Peter
remembered he's only there because Peter's brain needs him to be). It confused
Peter because he was constantly waiting for the sting of it; the pain that was
supposed to come when Tony touched down his chest, or told Peter he's gorgeous
in that hot way when he's close, the suffering caused because he just knew how
Peter operates, down to the very last second.
Peter was waiting, almost constantly, for this ghost he's been entertaining to
finally hurt him.
When he stares at his empty bed, night after night, he bitterly thinks about
how he got his wish after all.
+
It's driving Peter insane.
He learns to deal with his powers, slowly with a lot of practice, even going as
far as deciding to make a suit. It's not like Peter's trying to be an Avenger
anytime soon, but there's something ugly that rises inside him every time he
thinks about his powers, and maybe saving people would take some of that pain
away.
It isn't easy. He still wakes up wanting, hands reaching out into cold air
thinking about the hot flesh of a body he once knew so well. Everything is
overwhelming, but god when he comes, it still isn't the same.
+
Time passes, and his figment of Tony Stark feels more and more like a nostalgic
memory.
Peter tries moving on, staring at the girls in his class, and sure Liz is real
and beautiful but she doesn't have that billionaire smile that Peter still
dreams about when he manages to fall asleep.
So he does his research.
Hallucinations aren't supposed to be nice and ask about your math homework, he
read online they can drive people to painful disassociation and insomniac
episodes, therefore there's no real article about getting them back.
He finds it ironic because it's those exact symptoms he faces now that he
doesn't have hallucinations. None the less, he tries.
Peter wishes and imagines and lies in his small bed, loosely stroking himself
and whining "Mr. Stark" , putting on a show. He waits for his subconscious to
do the thing and Tony to appear, slightly flustered and ready to pounce.
He thinks of the billionaire's teeth, the white dip of them against his hip
bones, and the whiskey tones of his voice. Sometimes Peter even prays.  
+
(Once he came home and imagined that he saw a dip in his bed or heard his name
in the window shutters, but when he turned to look it was nothing and Peter
regrets ever trying in the first place.)
+
Peter knows his flaws. He's obsessive and increasingly compulsive and a little
needy when he's tired enough to admit it.
Freshmen year is almost coming to a close, and enough time had passed that he
should let it go. Aunt May was back at work and did her best to be even more
involved in Peter's life. He's glad that he'd gotten a hand on his powers
before so he wouldn't scare her.
It's been six months since the powers came which means six months since the
last hallucination and it isn't like Peter's trying to keep track but he misses
having a confidant. It almost felt like an actual relationship, or something of
the sort, and it's embarrassing how much Peter still treats this like a break
up. He throws himself into his work, school but also his night job as Spider
Man, becoming Queen's friendly red-onesie wearing underground superhero, so
much that he's suddenly all over YouTube stopping buses with his bare hands and
fighting the local cat burglar.
Peter can't lie, he likes it. He likes the way New York tastes when he's
flinging himself from building to building, likes the way he his body looks
more like a weapon these days, likes having a distraction. Saving people and
becoming an increasingly popular vigilante also have its perks, and Peter
guesses he's becoming a real hero type theses days. There's the greater good
but then there's Peter's own selfishness - the bruises heal fast, barely
lasting more than a couple days but the fast beats of pain are sharp enough to
keep his mind off his constant loneliness.
+
Peter's walking home from school, earbuds in listening to the new alt-J song
when he notices the car - a slick black Audi R8 2017 model that Peter's sure
isn't even out yet.
Weird, he thinks as he climbs the stairs, a small alarm tingling at the back of
his head but not loud enough to stop talking when he walks into the apartment.
"There's this crazy looking car outside-" Peter's voice catches in his throats
when he sees Mr. Stark. He looks pretty much the same, except Peter thinks his
beard looks softer and there's a shadow of a black eye on his face, almost like
he was in a rush. He's a little shocked at all the detail his mind's coming up
in front of him but the pulse of joy that goes through him looking at Tony
after months of radio silence, it's strong enough to make him cry.
That is, before Aunt May starts talking and wait how did Peter miss that? His
smile is quickly fading as his brain scrambles together to understand the
situation. Tony's still sitting casually in his living room, but looking to
Peter with weary eyes and Peter has to cross his hands to stop them from
shaking so bad because no no no this is not happening.
"Peter, you didn't tell me you knew Tony Stark!"
You know, the real one.
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Chapter End Notes
     Let me know what u think!!!! Pls do it so we can see Peter fluster
     over the real Tony Stark casually interrogating him.
***** cupid hit me with precision *****
Chapter Summary
     The springs groan and the mattress dips, so much that Peter is
     digging his fingers into his thighs to stop the blush from climbing
     up his neck. It feels personal, too much like a memory Peter
     shouldn't have lived in the first place, but God, Tony Stark is in
     his bed with him. And he isn't seeing things.
Chapter Notes
     i wrote this in the back of a car mostly and it was a little hard to
     write bc my mind is wild but anyway, hope u enjoy!! thank u sm for
     the kudos and the comments and the subscribes, i'm so shocked. i love
     reading the comments honestly they push me to work faster and get
     this all out of my head for you, so we can suffer together !!!
     also this chapter is dedicated to my real-life gorgeous billionaire
     tony stark dream boat to my weird angsty peter parker, Fee, who never
     fails to fluster me. thanks for being my behind the scenes partner
     for all this so far, and reading my sneak peeks. ur the #1 fan. i
     love u cool.
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                     Caught up in my dreams and forgetting
                       I've been acting like armageddon
            'Cause you held me in your arms just a little too tight
                             That's what I thought
                        - White Mustang,  Lana Del Rey
                                        
 
"Peter Parker, Tony Stark. I think it's about time we met."
 
+
 
Peter wonders if he can tell.
 
He's never been a good liar and this entire situation is testing him. The
bedroom is locked, because Mr. Stark did that and Peter's losing grips on
whatever the fuck is going on very fast.
 
Tony Stark  is touching his things - no one should be able to say retro-tech
and make it sound as cool as the billionaire does, all the time smiling  with
his eyes, attention  directly focused on Peter.  It's a little overwhelming but
Peter can't bring him to look away because it's better than his dreams, and
that's saying something.
 
If his hallucinations of Tony Stark were as memorable as Peter remembers, then
Peter doesn't have words for this.  He looks good, too good, but also weary
with a bruise on his eye that gets darker the more Peter stares at it. Speaking
of, he should stop staring. But.
 
He can smell the sweat, the dark expensive taste of cologne with an
undercurrent of blood. Something's wrong but his brain's in no shape to dissect
what Mr. Stark's intentions are. Thanks to Peter's spider senses he's pulling 
in all sorts of input ; he can feel the heat Tony's giving off, can hear the
crinkle of his grey silk shirt, zoom into the curve of his collarbones. When
Mr. Stark  pauses when he sees the Stark Expo poster above his desk, just like
in that first night, and while he doesn't say anything, just hums a little
approving sound, Peter can barely take it.
 
If this if fate's way of saying, Fuck You he's had enough.
 
"Look Mr. Stark, I think there's been a mistake because I didn't apply for your
grant -" he stumbles out in a little rush, but then Tony's cutting him off, "A
quick question of the rhetorical variety, this is you, right? "
 
Then there's videos of Spider-Man on Tony Stark's phone, various shots of him
swinging around and the one where he stopped that bus with his bare hands, the
tone in the room shifting automatically.
 
"You found all that stuff on YouTube right. It's fake. They did all that on the
computer."  Peter flounders but Tony's reaching up and that's his suit falling
from the ceiling and shit shit shit shit
 
"So you're the... spiderling. "
"Spider Man"
 
Peter feels as if his voice has receded into the underlines of this throat, and
there's a pregnant pause in the room as he snatches the suit back.
 
Tony just looks at him, a little amused and a little like he's a science
experiment. There's something dark in the stare though, and it reminds Peter
too much of how he used to watch his hallucinations.
 
+
 
Everything's upside down and he guesses it could be worse. A lot worse.
 
+
 
They talk a little about the suit and Peter brushes through about how his
senses are dialed to eleven now and tries not to notice how Mr. Stark's eyebrow
quirks at that.
 
He sits on his bed, knees shaking as he explains with a firm voice  why he
can't imagine giving this up, that if you do what I can do and you don't then
the bad things happen it's your fault,the poorly structured  sentence making
Peter sound simultaneously like a kid hero. Yikes.
 
But Tony isn't cringing. He's listening to Peter like he's the most important
person in his world right now. He's soaking it all in , the story of a kid
who's just another ordinary thing for Queens with the exception of his DNA,
with an understanding the very rich shouldn't  have, and  it hits Peter that it
isn't just a billionaire playboy he's talking to in his bedroom but also  the
body behind Iron Man. The Iron Man who's not only the unofficial official
leader of the Avengers but also the man who came this close to death to save
the entire world just a couple years ago.
 
Peter feels humbled, intensely so, that Tony Stark who should be probably be
off somewhere saving people is asking Peter to move his leg so he can sit next
to him on his creaky twin sized bed. wait -
 
The springs groan and the mattress dips, so much that Peter is digging his
fingers into his thighs to stop the blush from climbing up his neck. It feels
personal, too much like a memory Peter shouldn't have lived in the first place,
but God, Tony Stark is in his bed with him. And he isn't seeing things.
 
He can hear his blood pounding in his ears  the sharp ache of which accelerates
when Mr. Stark's hand lands alive and heavy on his  back, sliding till he's
loosely holding Peter by his shoulder. It's beyond triggering, the entire
position, but he finds himself leaning into it, because it's been so long i was
so alone why did you go .The pulse is radiating and Peter's pretty sure he's
tearing a hole into his jeans trying to stop himself from doing something dumb
like kissing Tony Stark on his cherry red mouth.
 
It doesn't help that the older man's searching his face like Peter Parker, 
average spider-boy next door, holds the answer that he needs. Peter looks at
his shoes, his feet, his dirty rug, and tries to ignore the thump-thump-thump
of Tony's heartbeat which he can hear  or the tell-tale sign it speeds up when
he asks Peter if he's ever been to Germany. Which no, he hasn't and no he can't
go he's got homework-
 
"I'm just going to pretend you  didn't say that", Tony says, like he's already
gotten what he wants which Peter guesses, bed warm next to him, was to be
expected. Nobody says no to Tony Stark.
 
+
 
Mr. Stark leaves with a promise of a plane ticket and I'll see you around
Parker pressed into the hug he gives Peter. Peter bites his lip when he's not
watching, and walks him to the door, torn between watching Tony leave and
wanting to ask him to stay.
 
"I'll call you. Or someone will. Anyway. " he says, but then pauses right
outside the apartments door, and turns to face Peter, "One more thing. How old
are you again?"
 
Peter freezes, "Fourteen."  His voice cracks and Tony's  eyes darken a little.
Peter feels like he's been caught in a cross wire, his own sick thoughts hiding
close in
his skin.
 
Mr. Stark breathes, murmuring "Just needed to remind myself", right out of
earshot but Peter hears him anyway.
 
+
 
Peter can't make it to the shower fast enough when Aunt May leaves for her
night shift. The itch has been burning inside him all day, the incredulity of
what had happened finally settling in and his senses are spiraling.
 
He's hard enough that his boxers already have a wet spot in them when he slides
them off his frame, hissing as the air finally hits his dick. The shower's on
and that's the one thing about living in a two person apartment that Peter
likes, they never seem to really run out of hot water.
 
He allows himself this one luxury, to let the steam rise to the mirror so it's
foggy but not to the point that Peter can't see his own hazy outline.  He steps
into the shower, letting the water roll onto his body, eyes never leaving the
mirror. When he gets like this, overloaded, it helps to see him, to turn his
body into the spark of pleasure.  If he thinks hard  letting the hot water turn
his skin into a flush on it’s own accord, he wraps a hand around himself
finally. The small movement causes a  sharp sound to leave his  mouth, but
Peter’s home alone and can be loud. He doesn’t hesitate, and goes fast, on the
edge for so long, he’s ready to fall. 
 
Iron Man was in my bedroom and I wasn’t dreaming it up either
 
The reflection of himself in the mirror is blurry and  matches how he feels
right now. He can see the curve of his back, arching with Tony Stark’s name on
the tip of his tongue. It’s so sexual and so so so wrong, but one hand splays
across the white tile, the cool bristling his skin. Peter’s so sensitive,
dialed up to eleven, twelve, counting  higher when Mr. Stark’s into play.
 
The shoulder which Tony touched aches with a phantom memory, and Peter knows
he’s slipping. This casual disassociation is common after days which overheat
his system, but that’s when the mirror comes into play. He just has to turn his
head and see himself, see that this is one body not eight like spider limbs and
it’s better.
 
“I look so good” he tells himself, lie burning his mouth a little, “I look so
good for him.”
 
Him is the shadow of a person he imagines in the mirror across of him, the warm
blooded body that could be anyone but usually is Tony watching him, with the
glitter eyes. It’s not clear enough to be a proper hallucination, more so the
stretching of a memory, and now he’s got a lot to work with since the
interaction today.

Peter’s groaning, soft sounds, mouth shaped into an O- and he’s so close but he
knows he’s waiting for something. He slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking
before sliding his hands, lower, lower, lower and - Tony, please.
 
When Peter comes,  he bites into the same shoulder that Mr. Stark held onto. 
Chapter End Notes
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Chapter Summary
     He's staring and they're in a crappy elevator which seems to be
     inching slowly to the earth at a snail’s pace and Peter’s looking at
     him with a dark blush creeping up his neck, and Tony really should
     stop looking. He’s making the kid uncomfortable. Obviously.
Chapter Notes
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     put this here bc like i wrote this in a fever and like i dont know
     what to add to it whoops. anyway srsly thank u for reading !! i'll be
     back with an update soon that's way longer promise <3 and with more
     sexy times ;) so stay tuned.
     again comments and kudos r appreciated always and keep me motivated.
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     y'all are here with me for this wild ride! the sexual tension is r e
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                   I got the talent, the face and the funds
            Found myself long ago but I haven't found someone (who)
                       Mirror, mirror on the wall (who)
                        The loneliest of them all (me)
                      - 911/Mr. Lonely, Tyler The Creator
 
 
“I’ll take care of him, I promise.”
 
+
 
It's been less than twenty four hours since he's last seen the kid and he's
walking Peter to the elevator with all his things plus the new passport and
visa that Tony had jumped through so many hoops to get. Happy's waiting with a
car downstairs to take Peter to the airport and then Berlin. Tony'll join
separately, still has to tweak the kid's suit a little for the battle they're
about to go through.
 
Some part of him knows how ugly it is to bring a teenager out into the middle
of this and that Natasha's not gonna let him live this down, but damn they are
severely understaffed. The kid doesn't even know what he's really getting into,
won't know until Tony has to absolutely tell him. He looks for the hint of
anxiety on Peter, expecting it to radiate off in waves, but instead the only
elevated heartbeat belongs to Tony himself.
 
"Everything okay, Mr. Stark?" Peter asks as they step into the elevator, voice
a little uncertain. He’s wearing a loose grey t-shirt with his hoodie tied
around his waist, eyes a little red with sleep and looking so much like the
child he is that Tony can’t help the rush of guilt he feels at dragging him out
of bed at 5 am.  But the clock’s ticking, and there’s so much to do. So instead
he says  “Just peachy kiddo” fake-grin in place and gives Peter’s shoulder a
reassuring squeeze as the elevators doors close, enveloping them into a
comfortable silence.
 
That is until Tony Stark notices the violet impression of a mouth on Peter's
shoulder.
 
It happens a little on accident. His hand lies warm on the boy's shoulder a
second too long but it's when his face  flushes, a small gasp leaving Peter’s
mouth,  at the absolutely minimal point of contact that Tony realizes
something’s off. It’s not like he’s the one with super strength so he doesn’t
understand how he could have hurt the spider boy so he looks closer. When he
first sees a red mark peering up from the shirt, Tony hears the alarm bells,
thinks who he’s gotta blast out of the city, almost muttering to JARVIS to get
on that  when he notices… there’s more. There’s another one, hiding under the
soft grey neck of the shirt,  more like a gentle burn, if fire could be tamed.
But it's the one peering out on the fat meat of Peter's bicep that's stealing
all the attention.
 
There’s no mistaking the hickey.  Tony also knows as a verified adult he should
take his eyes off the perfect indentions of it, the red rage of the mouth that
had marked his- uh just any one's Peter. 
 
He's staring and they're in a crappy elevator which seems to be inching slowly
to the earth at a snail’s pace and Peter’s looking at him with a dark blush
creeping up his neck, and Tony really should stop looking. He’s making the kid
uncomfortable. Obviously.
 
“Look Mr. Stark It’s not what  - “
“That’s some going away present-“
 
They both start speaking at the same time, but Peter’s the first to say “What?”
 
Tony clears his throat, shocked at how unmistakably dry it gets when he’s got
this fourteen year old staring up at him with eyes that are just so fucking
pretty. And that's saying something because Tony Billionaire Bad Boy Stark
doesn't call things pretty without a lie attached. 
 
Anyway. “I was saying. That’s some going away present. Did you tell your
girlfriend you’re going to war? because like technically- Yes.  But also, I' m
pretty sure that’s  a state secret and  you’re coming back. I’m making sure of
it.”  And sure Tony thinks it’s a little shitty he just assumed the kid’s
sexuality because it's the 21st century and nothing annoyed him more when he
was first thrust in the limelight but it’s better than imagining another grin
eating boy touching Peter. High school boys were the total worst, or so he’d
thought. So he’d thought,Tony thinks when Peter turns cataclysmically pink in
front of him.
 
“There’s - That’s.  I’m flattered but It’s not what you think. There isn’t
anyone like that, Tony-  I mean. Mr. Stark. “  Peter’s flush now, to the tips
of his ears, and Tony shouldn’t find it as endearing as he does, because the
kid’s barely a freshmen in high school. Mr. Stark. It sounds so official and so
not what Tony would expect to be the thing that gets to him.  It's just that
when Peter says it, he doesn't feel old, only really  really important. 
 
And he likes that. A lot.
 
"Well now I'm curious, Parker." Tony should shut his mouth, stop his tongue
from licking his lips subtlety, just to test if Peter'll take the bait. (And he
does. God, he does) Tony should be a decent human being and leave the elevator
because it's about to open and there's no actual way Peter'll answer his
question. (right ? right.)
 
But then. A sound,  mixed between a whine and a promise, "I guess you could say
I got carried away."
 
Peter just laid a card out and Tony's tucking it fast into the front pocket of
his blazer because damn.
 
Damn - the boy  might be more of a Spider-Man  than he thought.
 
+
 
Peter leaves with Happy, shrugging his hoodie on and waving goodbye to Tony as
if the entire elevator incident hadn't even happened. He looks young as the sun
rises over a sleepy Queens, and hugs Tony like he'll see him again. Which he
will.
 
There are so many personal rules that Tony is breaking when he looks at  Peter
but also the last time he felt this good was when Steve had come home for the
first time and needed him.
 
Do you need me?  Tony  thinks about this question often, because he's rich and
smart and drunkenly dangerous. He wonders if there's anyplace he truly belongs
- not just a hotel room people check into for their seasonal festivities - but
the kind of permanent fixture that lasts a lifetime in a home. He wonders if
people like him are allowed to be wanted like that, no tags attached- just the
infinity of time.
 
Of course, it's these itching thoughts of inadequacy and fear of commitment,
which lead him to the mini bar soon after Happy updates him that they've landed
in Berlin and they are about to begin the tourist portion of the trip.  Tony
seriously considers giving the man a raise as the pictures of Peter posing with
the Reichstag and eating bratwursts are saved onto his phone because he is man
with little to no self control. 
 
The kid looks so happy, probably could have never imagined that he'd travel to
the other side of the world in the matter of a couple days, without even having
to pay a dime. It makes something soft rise up in Tony and he wants to take
Peter around the world in his new prototype jet and let him explore every nook
and cranny the universe has to offer.
 
"F.R.I.D.A.Y pull up everything we have on Peter Parker" He says, finishing his
vodka with a slight grimace.  He's still got three minutes before the plane's
ready to fly him to Berlin and he can't help but feel a little curious about a
kid he just met yesterday.
 
"Currently a student at Midtown School of a Science and Technology.  Keeping an
impressive 3.98 GPA while in several extracurricular activities such as Band,
Robotics, Chess Club, -"
 
"Damn - do we have any data on his interests?"
 
"Well, based on his internet search history we see his top three hits are
related to legos, chemical compounds, and tony stark."
 
Tony has to pause at that, a little flattered but also how? Everything about
the kid was screaming Team Cap - his M.O being looking out for the little guy
and all that.
 
"Sir, your plane is ready." F.R.I.D.A.Y speaks over his head and he decides to
tuck away his feelings with the rest of his alcohol. It's time for battle.
 
+
 
When it's all over, Tony's hurting like he just tasted hell but not in the good
way, and he thinks that's a good way of describing what Steve would do for
Bucky.  James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Solider. His parent's killer.
 
Who knew love and war were so related?
 
There's no real winner, everyone loses something except the accords are still
in place and Tony's still not been put out of business. He's alone though. More
than he's ever been, and he spends his insomniac hours trapped away in his lab,
tinkering.   Even Pepper's stopped coming by, letting Tony drive deeper and
deeper into his funk, and he looks at the world around him and breathes.  Do
you need me ? No. No you don't. 
 
That is. Until his phone lights up at 3: 15 am on  Tuesday night,
F.R.I.D.A.Y.'S voice on the overhead, "Sir, Peter Parker is calling you." 
 
 
Chapter End Notes
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     and peter and maybe accidental phone sex who knows whoops but no
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Chapter Summary
     The unsaid words burn on his tongue and Peter debates telling the
     real Tony Stark that he’s been dreaming about him since he was
     fourteen, in less than decent ways, but that tonight he’d really put
     the hell in hallucination.
Chapter Notes
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     this is long i think and a great set up for all the sexy times coming
     up next !! it's basically half angst and half fluff and a whole bunch
     of self indulgent sexual tension masked as dialogue !! ~ also, if
     you're into the music in this fic i made a playlist on spotify that
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     upcoming chapters :) https://open.spotify.com/user/armeeyah/playlist/
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     also warnings in this chapter for anxiety and panic attacks, plus
     some slight sexual assault-ish actions by a hallucination, so it's
     not real but also its angst and can make people uncomfortable !
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                   Ooh woo, I'm a rebel just for kicks, yeah
              Your love is an abyss for my heart to eclipse, now
                    Might be over now, but I feel it still
                      - Feel It Still, Portugal. The Man
                                        
 
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Tony hugs him in the car and it’s an accident, he makes it out to be an
accident, but Peter still gets feverish at the feeling hours later. 
 
Maybe it’s the adrenaline but he’s bouncing all the way up to his tiny
apartment, hugging Aunt May with half minded words about how great it was, how
Mr. Stark was so proud of him, which he was. It makes him blush when he thinks
about it, the way Tony had crumpled a piece of paper into his fist, a little
awkward but doing this for Peter.  “This is my personal number. Your’e a
teenager and this might be a really dumb thing to do, since I am Tony Stark but
keep it. I’d suggest calling Happy first because he’s your guy, but if ever. If
ever it isn’t enough, I’m here.”  There’s something about the way he says it,
almost as if it isn’t for Peter, as much as it is for Tony too. Despite their
wild differences, the two of them travel a similar wavelength.
 
+
 
Weeks later, Peter still smiles at the memory, the video he took in the car
playing on his phone as he imagines pressing into the smirk of Tony’s mouth
when he fake-talks to Aunt May in the video about wearing something skimpy. The
look of shock on his face in the video makes Peter look like the innocent kid
he is, but also hides the deep shake of jealousy that had gone through him at
the comment. The Tony Stark was flirting with her, to the point that it
would’ve been a little creepy, but also he’s Tony Stark.
 
Peter wonders what it’d be like to be under that attention, to be the prey Mr.
Stark zeroes in on.  He thinks he felt a fraction of it when Tony had noticed
his poorly concealed bite mark in the elevator. Peter remembers the air being
thick with something too good to be true, the way his jaw had clenched when
he’d implied that Peter had someone to come home to. 
 
He’d read about the break up between Tony and Pepper. He’d seen the fall out
between Iron Man and Captain America first hand, seen the sharp way Tony
regarded Bucky whenever Steve was around, how Steve was blind to it all now
that he’d gotten his world back.  Tony Stark doesn’t do love anymore, so
obviously he wasn’t jealous. Just annoyed.
 
Still, when it’s late at night, and he can feel delusional enough, Peter
imagines Tony as jealous. Imagines that Tony remembers when Peter said I guess
you could say I got carried away and that he’s hard too, fucked up over the
idea of Peter’s body spread out in all it’s sexual prowess. He imagines that
somewhere in silk sheets, Tony Stark gets off to him the same way Peter does.
That the air in the elevator wasn’t just air, but the start of something
dangerously spectacular between them.
 
Of course, morning always comes and Peter is alone.  There is no phone call and
life moves forward.
 
+
 
He’s sitting in his bed, twin bed creaking familiarly, after another night out
patrolling. His blood's pumping and it's a  school night but whatever, his
homework is done. Peter takes off his mask and the suit, shoving them in his
backpack before lying down. He breathes and looks at the clock. It's almost
midnight and maybe he can fall asleep if he tries.
 
It's been a good day. He aced his algebra test and Ned was telling Peter about
his new Lego set that was coming in this weekend. Aunt May had actually not
burned dinner for once and they'd talked and laughed so much that Peter had
been beaming during his entire patrol. So when he closes his eyes after this
small victory of the day, he lets his guard down and fall asleep without a
hitch.
 
It hasn’t been a few hours until Peter’s jolted awake. The tremors are back,
and  the nightmare freezes his mouth into an open scream. He knows he’s having
struggle breathing, his eyes focusing in and out of the Iron Man poster on his
wall, and Peter wants to simultaneously cry and pass out at the same time. He’s
gotten better at it, dealing with the sharp aftermath of the battlefield,
sleeping with white noise like the wikipedia article said and making sure it’s
only one or two rough sleep cycles, statistically reducing the chances of a
nightmare.  But it’s been three months, and Peter wants to think he’s better.
Wants to believe.
 
Faith gets him nowhere because the facts are jarring. He can still feel the
cement on his legs, the pressure of stone on his thighs, the subtle crack of a
femur happening before he wakes up, panting at the image of Captain America’s
eyes turning red and blood everywhere.
 
“Come on come on come on ” he tries willing himself,  to calm down, but
everything’s heightened when he gets like this and the blasting sound of a
police siren from a few blocks down has him grabbing for his phone. This is the
usual course of the night, Peter reaches for the phone, stares at Tony’s
number, desperate but still unsure,  and passes out from exhaustion before he
ever gets to make the call. It’s a good system, the phone acting like an
anchor, the illusion that there’s someone there with him through this. It’s the
thought that counts, Peter thinks, even though Tony probably could care less of
him.
 
“You’re right. ” There’s the familiar rumble of a voice near him and Peter
looks up from the phone clutched in his tight grasp, to the clear outline of
Tony Stark’s body in front of him. 
 
The surprise steals Peter’s breath harder and he stumbles around his words. 
“You. You’re.You’re Back?” , heartbeat thudding even louder at this presence of
his past. So much has happened, and it feels so long ago, but it’s almost
Pavlovian how Peter’s shoulders relax on instinct at the image of his
hallucination of Mr. Stark. It means his brain’s trying to take care of him,
like when he got his powers, trying to make this easier.
 
Tony looks good as always, and Peter lets out a little gasp and he realizes
he’s wearing the same outfit that Peter last remembers seeing him, in the car
on the way back from the airport. The memory is ingrained so well in Peter’s
brain that Mr. Stark looks realer than ever.
 
Which is why it hurts like an honest punch when Tony says, “You do know how
fucked up this is right, kid?”
 
“What?”
 
“ Look, It’s been almost a year and you’re still entertaining this psychosexual
obsession with me. Of course,  I’m  a little flattered.  I get the looks you
give me from every other person with a sex drive, but Peter this? Making me
your little knight in shining armor? Well now I just feel bad. Honey, you
should know better to think that I’m some Prince Charming.  ” Tony’s eyes,
where once were warm and honey glazed, are cold and detached, a wicked sneer
attached to that damn perfect peach mouth that Peter wanted to lay claim to.

It’s terrifying, watching the thing you love turn it’s head against you.
 
“You.. You don’t mean it.” Peter’s trying to put on a brave face, but if his
heart rate was spiking due to anxiety before it’s all over the fucking place
now.
 
He feels a breeze by his ear, the warm air of  lips moving. “Don’t get me
wrong. The sex wasn’t bad because you’re definitely prettier with the lights
off. But you understand Pete, I get bored. You were a shiny toy once. But, it
just isn’t fun anymore.”
 
Peter’s choking on his own insecurities now, and Tony’s still talking, fingers
climbing up his arms.  The younger boy can’t move, fear holding him hostage to
the poison that this living nightmare drips all over him. “It’s pathetic. It’s
pathetic how you think that we’re friends, that this is romantic. Kid, I’m 47.
I know, I know, I look fucking amazing for someone about to approach half a
century and I don’t blame you for wanting more in me. “ Peter feels a nail push
his chin upwards until he’s staring into the glowing eyes of his hallucination,
Mr. Stark with his yellow glasses and stone cold face. “But Peter, your spider
boy routine  is just  not good enough for me. ”
 
Peter sobs, he feels the whimper at the back of his throat, the silent swallow
of a scream. Just not good enough.His fists clench on their own, until the
edges of his phone case cut into his left hand and Peter blearily sees Tony
Stark's contact info pulled up.  His contact photo is of a selfie of them in
the car, one that actually Tony took and he looks happy to be there. Peter can
tell because Mr. Stark's got his  hands around Peter's neck and they're
grinning in unison.
 
"You're not real." Peter whispers, more to himself but the hallucination hardly
wavers.
 
"That's an irrelevant statement, Parker. See real or not real, it still doesn't
change the fact that all you are to  Tony Stark is a convenience. A goddamn toy
he likes to jerk around for a weekend or so before he realizes how worthless it
really is. You're nothing special, kid."
 
The hallucinated Mr. Stark  continues to drone on, taunting Peter, and there
aren't words to explain how bad it hurts to hear his role model degrade him,
all the while touching him.
 
"P-Please stop." Peter manages out as Mr. Stark drags one nail down his spine,
hand resting low on his back.
 
"Make me." Tony bites and Peter gasps, the feeling of fingers digging into his
ass, so much that he can tell there'll be bruises.
 
He's fantasized about this, about Mr. Stark taking his virginity but not like
this. It was never meant to feel cold and slimy, like the start of a sickness
Peter could never shake loose.
 
"I don't want this."
"Then what do you want?"
 
Peter pauses and really stares at the cellphone in his hand, Tony's number
burning underneath his thumb. He can feel the dark eyes of his hallucination
following him, prickling the back of his neck, daring sharply. 
 
He presses call before he can think otherwise.
 
+
 
When Tony picks up on the first ring, Peter cries. He sobs, a blanching sound
over the telephone, and the can almost see Tony's worried frown in front of
him.
 
"Peter? Peter, hey what's wrong?"  There's a soft clank of tools being put down
and Peter can hear his mind chaining itself again to reality. His eyes flit
nervously around the room, in between tears, and Tony's waits patiently in his
hands.
 
"I- I- I couldn't sleep."
"That makes the two of us."
“Well uh um I should probably let you get to that -“
“Kid, you called me. Crying. I’m not letting you get off that easy.”
 
Peter thinks there should be a law against suggestive things that Tony Stark
can and can’t say despite the context because there’s something about the way
his mouth curls around the words getting off that make Peter blush, despite the
raging anxiety of the situation.
 
“Did you have a nightmare?” Tony asks, this time his voice softer, more like a
drop of honey and Peter stands in his bedroom to make sure his hallucination is
gone.
 
“Yeah it was uh something like that I mean I had the nightmare but then - “
“Go on.”
 
I saw you again but this time, it actually all went to shit.The unsaid words
burn on his tongue and Peter debates telling the real Tony Stark that he’s been
dreaming about him since he was fourteen, in less than decent ways, but that
tonight he’d really put the hell in hallucination. 
 
“I-It- I just had a panic attack.” Peter settles on. It’s easy and vague and a
broad encapsulation of the truth, and Mr. Stark hums sadly.
 
“I should’ve known. God, I’m so sorry Peter.”
 
It’s strange, how this situation turns. Peter’s room is empty and he’s already
feeling better about it, but Tony’s voice is starting to ramble, in that
slightly aggressive way when he’s feeling guilty. “I shouldn’t have dragged you
into the mess between Steve and me, literally you’re just a kid.”
 
“I turn 15 soon though” Peter says, dumbly, tasting midnight like it’s
something he can get drunk on.
 
“Soon to be 15 year olds shouldn’t have to deal with PTSD”
“Who said it was PTSD”
“You did. I’m looking at your vitals in that suit and you haven’t been
sleeping, not to mention your frequent nightmares, and anxiety levels spiking
while you walk underneath bridges. “
“So?”
“So Peter, I’m the adult here and I should have never ever whisked you away
into the mayhem that is my life.”
“I don’t regret it.”
 
Peter didn’t expect his tone to shift so drastically, but hormones are fucking
insane, especially when you have spider genes inside you. He feels a little
manic, a little high, on the phone with his dream-man, his child-idol. Peter
feels like he’s trapped in the elevator again, expect this time the story takes
a fifty shades of grey-esque turn and oh did Mr. Stark say something?
“Be more specific.”
 
Peter flushes and lies down on his bed, hand resting on his abdomen. When Mr.
Stark asks, Peter can’t help but obey. It’s instinct.
 
“Just that I don’t regret meeting you. Mr. Stark, It’s- It’s a dream come
true.”  Peter cringes slightly at how cliche he sounds, but Tony gasps over the
line, a subtle movement that Peter wouldn’t have caught  if it wasn’t for the
extra spidering senses.
 
“You’re too kind, kid. I’m just a grumpy old man.”
“Not that old.”
“I’m 47.”
“Don’t look it though.”
“Peter.”
“Mr. Stark.”
 
“It’s late.” Peter heres the hitch in Tony’s breath and he’s afraid he’ll hang
up.
“You make me feel better.”  he blurts out, and it’s dumb and teenage but fuck, 
it’s worth for the laugh it draws out of Mr. Stark, a short, sleepy chuckle.
 
“Well that’s a first. I usually drive most people insane.”
“I mean, no offense Mr. Stark, you make me a little crazy too.”
“Oh.”
“but like, in the best ways.”
“In the Best Ways”
“yeah, like you’re so smart and also Iron Man? and it’s overwhelming but really
attra-inspiring.”
“Attra-inspiring”
“Um are you just gonna keep repeating stuff I say”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
 
Peter shocks the both of them with how fast he replies, and he imagines he can
touch Tony’s grin with how his teeth dig into the plush bottom of his lip when
Mr. Stark softly whispers, “Pipe down, Peter.”
 
It’s a little ridiculous and so is this situation because, “I have school
tomorrow”
“I know, it’s Tuesday”
“Same here”
“Good to know”
“I can’t believe you picked up, Mr. Stark”
“Have more faith in me, kid. I am your mentor, technically”
 
“What are you going to teach me?” Peter asks, and he knows the innocuous
question’s got the dirty weight behind it to pull a reaction from Mr. Stark. He
isn’t playing fair because it’s inching closer to 5 am with each sharp exhale
they trade.
 
“You’ll just have to wait and see, Parker.  Go to sleep, kid. I’ll talk to you
soon.”  Mr. Stark says, voice wavering only slightly as he hangs up on Peter.
 
+
 
When Peter gets off that night, it’s languid and gentle and he presses his  ah-
ah-ah’sinto the curve of his pillow, imagining it was Mr. Stark’s collarbone
instead. The only difference is that for the first time, Peter’s glad  he’s
stuck firmly in reality.
 
+
 
When Peter’s phone rings tomorrow afternoon on his route back home from school,
he doesn’t expect it to be Tony Stark so he picks up without thinking.

“Hello.”
“Hi kid.”
“Mr. Stark fuck, hello”
“Do you greet your unusually attractive aunt with that mouth”
“Did you ever think that maybe it’s just you”
“Sassy already are we, Parker? Maybe this was  a bad idea-“
“No! No, stay”
“Are you always this honest over the phone?”
“Maybe it’s just you.” Peter repeats and Tony laughs.
 
Peter’s hiding violet smiles in his palms as he digs nails into the soft flesh
to stop him from beaming unnaturally as he walks the New York streets. He
shouldn’t feel as dizzy as he does, but Tony’s talking to him, Tony
billionaire-iron-man-god-speed Stark  is on the phone with him, willingly, and
he called first.
 
“Get any sleep last night?”
“A little. Helped to talk to you.”
“I get that. When I first got back from the cave, I programmed J.A.R.V.I.S to
constantly vocally check up on me so that I wouldn’t have to deal with the
silence.”
“I can’t imagine what that was like.”
“I don’t ever want you to, Peter”
 
There’s a gravel truth in Tony’s words that makes Peter stop where he his.
 
“You’re a good man, Mr. Stark.” Peter says, and it sounds a little strange but
he means it. Means it so much. Tony Stark has always been the revolving door of
dreams for Peter, and now he’s got the chance to let the man know.
 
“I appreciate that Peter. I have to go to a meeting, but it seems like you’re
doing better today.”
“You don’t have to check up on me everyday, Mr. Stark. I know you’re  busy-“
“I’m busy for other people. You’re not other people, Parker.  You need me, I’m
there. Seriously, whatever’s going on with you, I’m here and I’m invested. I
brought you into this mess, so you’re my responsibility and I don’t take that
lightly.”
“Is this your long adult way of saying you care about me”
“You’re funny kid”
“I try to be”
“We should do this more often”
“I’m not trying to be a stand up comedian or anything -“
“I meant the phone calls”
 
Peter’s knows he shouldn’t sayyes, shouldn’t indulge in this fast eager banter
with someone as risky as Mr. Stark but the “yes” he tells him tastes so sweet
in the moment, he can’t begin to care.
Chapter End Notes
     comment and kudos for tony stark to realize he really wants peter
     parker in the bad ways and to finally do something about it with a
     special birthday surprise for peter wooo ;)
***** oh yeah, i ain't met you i've been looking, stop the waiting *****
Chapter Summary
     “You touched me. And I liked it. “ Peter lets the truth fall softly
     from his lips, land in the non-existent space between them and Tony
     shivers. He’s in a king sized bed, buildings away but, the feeling,
     it shakes him anyway.
Chapter Notes
     you should thank a certain wonder rose girl named fee who pushed my
     buttons in the right direction to give you all what you wanted -
     peter and tony getting smooth and sexy together !!! i hope ur
     surprised bc i was tbh
     literally, this happened because i love my fans and the comments and
     kudos really make me happy and i got a little carried away, is all.
     if u didn't get it already - the story's gonna get real hot real fast
     from here on out, so stick around pals ;) <3
     again thank u so much for being invested in this as much as i am, w/
     the kudos and comments and etc etc, it's refreshing and this is
     honestly an incredible project to write for all of you.
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                  Last night, my fantasies become oh-so true
                 You said you wanted me as much as I want you
                      If I said it hadn't crossed my mind
                        Then though baby, I'd be lying
               It just got complicated, I don't know what to do
                              -- Dreams, Dua Lipa
 
Tony Stark doesn't indulge in  unnecessary social interaction but somehow Peter
Parker manages to change all that with a simple yes.
 
So what if Tony calls - everyday like clock work, Peter's schedule programmed
into F.R.I.D.A.Y automatically so he doesn't even have to manually place calls
anymore  -  so what if, the kid picks up on the first ring every time?
 
What if it feels too much like a dream?
 
+
 
Tony's a visionary, a genius, a modern Einstein type with more sass, but even
he couldn't have predicted the hummingbird feeling Peter puts into him. All it
takes is one slack jawed sentence and Tony's laughing into his expensive
cufflinks like he's a damn -
 
teenager.
 
The kid's young. Young and bold and pressing, an increasingly sharp flirt and
the age difference isn't giving him the right amount of immunity. If anything,
it makes it worse.
 
The thing is Peter Parker isn't dumb. He's got a stellar G.P.A and good friends
and extracurriculars. He's also fucking Spider-Man and beats up bad guys before
he can start on his homework. He's seen some shit. He's fought in war.
 
He - he - he gets it. Maybe not to the level that Tony's suffered, but god is
it nice to have a warm body over the phone to share his nightmares with. Peter
listens, enraptured on every sorrow soaked word of the torture and the deceit.
He doesn't say he understands it, just sits with Tony in the quiet early
mornings as 3 am moves to 5 am, and distracts Tony from the rat nest in his own
head.
 
"Thank you for being so honest" Peter always says, for each memory released,
like he already knows how much Tony's paying for it.
 
And that's what gets him every time.  Peter Parker shouldn't be as familiar
with loss as Tony is.
 
+
 
"I'm so old, Parker"
"We're more alike than you think"
"You're not even 15 yet"
"Yet"
"I'm all grown up, Peter"
"and I'm getting there, Mr. Stark"
 
+
 
Sometimes Peter will talk. He's all  gentle midnight and close to sleep when
he'll start mumbling about the gun shot that killed his uncle and how he should
miss his parents but he doesn't.
 
"They've always felt like ghosts and I think I see them in the shadows if I
look long enough"
"I know the feeling, kid."
"We're so tragic, Mr. Stark."
"At least we have each other."
 
Peter tells Tony he's never told anyone this much about him with the exception
of two people, but fails to mention who they were. The irrational possessive
side of Tony hopes he's one of them now.
 
+
 
Tony had done a pretty good job, he thought , of deflecting the reality of the
situation but then he starts dreaming about Peter and it's funny how the
fantasy is what drives him to do what he did.
 
"Spend your birthday with me" shouldn't sound as raw as it does but Tony got
off twice from the dream he had last night of Peter spread out underneath him
in Iron Man boxers he admitted to owning a couple weeks ago and fuck, this boy
is bad for his health. The last time he got off twice in a row was like, years
ago. It's wrong, Tony knows it's wrong but also, he's human and Peter's really
pushing it. And nobody pushes Tony Stark without getting pushed back.
 
Hence, the proclamation.
 
It's  late and Peter's working on math homework so when Tony hears the scratch
of pencil abruptly stop, he takes it as a good place to continue.  "I'll tell
May it's for the internship and I know she works nights on Friday's so instead
of being alone on your birthday then, I'll take you out to dinner and we can do
something nice because you've been good and deserve a treat."
 
"I've been good." Peter responds a little baffled, voice a whisper surprise.
Tony wants to groan at how  that's the thing Peter's fixating on.
 
"So it's a date." Tony should stop, really should because this is a car crash
waiting to happen, but Peter's surprise is bleeding into joy and his voice is
so high it's adorable.
 
"Oh my god oh my god this is really happening I'm going to spend my birthday
with Tony Stark"
“That’s me. Tony Stark. Your fellow mentor pal.”
“We’re friends!?”
“Peter, where have you BEEN?”
“Sorry sorry like I know we are but you’re like really acknowledging it ahhh”
“Come on Kid - ”
“- and just I’m really overwhelmed right now oh my god this is, god it’s just
like last year but better because it’s real -“
“like last year?”  Tony asks and Peter stops. Abruptly. With no pause in
between, his voice dies out like a flicker flame and Tony’s definitely
intrigued now.
 
“Did I really say that whaaaat”  Peter chuckles awkwardly, and oh oh oh he’s
not letting this go.
“You said like last year. I only met you like a couple months ago, so that
can’t have been me. And there aren’t even any Stark Expos this time of the year
so I can’t imagine what you mean. “
 
There’s a pause, a gentle one, and Tony imagines that Peter’s biting his lip so
hard it might break. “It’s embarrassing.”
 
“I’m listening.”
“I-I-I used to think about you.”

Peter sounds genuinely uncomfortable for a moment, and oh. Tony doesn’t like
that. He tries to backtrack, forget the whole thing, this was a bad idea -
“You’re a fan, Peter, It’s honestly flattering. So what if you had a dream
about me? I’m your role model right? That’s normal, kid. Forget I ever - “
 
“No, No, No! you asked and - and I have to tell you this. Because. Because you
deserve to know.” 
 
The boy’s obviously anxious but determined, and who’s Tony to stop him.
 
“Maybe this would be better face to face?” Tony suggests, voice taking on the
feeling of muted honey, a tone he realizes he saves for Peter alone.
 
“Yeah-Yeah that’d be good. FaceTime?” Peter asks but Tony’s already pulling up
the screen, and wow there’s Peter Parker. Shirtless.
 
Fuck.
 
Tony kind of stares, because abs? perfect collarbones? those biceps?  Really?
He’s not even 15 yet that should be impossible but also, it’s another reminder
of how Peter’s a superhero. Not just some unsuspecting, innocent, teenage boy
despite the way he’s biting his lip and blushing because he’s noticed Tony is
staring. Which really, shouldn’t make him as flustered as it does because he’s
Tony Stark and not- not- some teenage sexual virgin, like this boy in front of
him.
 
Speaking of.

“I should’ve put a shirt on, god  -“
“ I don’t mind.” Tony says and can’t help the way his voice drops a moment,
Peter’s eyes widening in response.
“Oh.” Then there’s the blush, spreading, and wow Tony really wants to test how
far down that goes but, there’s more pressing matters at hand.
 
“So you used to think about me, Peter?” Tony’s pushing, he knows he is, and he
watches as Peter’s eyes flit to his through the screen, getting darker
automatically.

“Yeah. Yeah I did.”  His voice is unnaturally steady and Tony leans back a
little in his bed, the camera expanding automatically. Peter gulps at that,
“You’re in bed? Wow is it really that late I-“
 
“We both don’t sleep so let’s stop avoiding the subject yeah?”
“Um. I. Yeah.”
 
“Look Peter, Kiddo you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. But
obviously, it seems like it’s something that’s bothering you, so maybe if you
open up to someone it can help?  I’m a responsible adult, sometimes.”
 
It doesn’t matter that Tony’s curious as hell, and a little turned on, because
it’s Peter’s well-being that he’ll always put first. He’s just a kid, and Tony
isn’t going to take advantage, Jesus, he couldn’t live with himself if he did.
 
The message gets across, as he stares at Peter with warm eyes and  Peter
visibly shakes off the anxiety,  breathes once, twice, and then he’s talking.
 
“I kind of started hallucinating you after my fourteenth birthday. and then. my
uncle died. and you. you stuck around.”  Peter says, words stuttering and Tony
knows immediately there’s more to the story, but fuck. This was totally left
field. And wrong. Wrong is so many ways, but Peter looks relieved. His body
language’s shifted now that he sees that Tony hasn’t hung up or run away, but
instead is just looking at him. With these hungry hungry eyes.
 
So much for responsible adult.
 
The boy’s looking at him all eager, and Tony should stone his poker face, but
there’s that dark veil of desire spilling because it’s late it’s late it’s
late  -
 
“You always looked so good. I was so lonely and you were there, Mr. Stark. When
no one else was. Helping me -“ Peter’s made to please, Tony confirms.

“How’d I help?” Tony can’t control his mouth anymore, because Peter snaps the
pencil he’s holding at the question. And God. Tony needs to backtrack. Fast,
because this is unexplored territory, even tho he’s sporting a semi underneath
the silk sheets, and “Peter, actually, hey you don’t have to answer that - “
 
“You touched me. And I liked it. “ Peter lets the truth fall softly from his
lips, land in the non-existent space between them and Tony shivers. He’s in a
king sized bed, buildings away but, the feeling, it shakes him anyway.
 
“Oh.  Well. I’m glad I could provide some comfort. To you. Some paternal type
figure hallucination. Yes. Got it. Understood.” Tony blanches, because this.
This is not what he had planned. No, no he was gonna take Peter out to dinner
and they’d maybe hold hands and it’d be soft and platonic and nothing like -
nothing so sudden and not -
 
“Mr. Stark. I wanna cross some lines, will you let me” and Peter Parker is
scooting his chair back, setting his phone down, so Tony can see more of his
lower half in the frame, and it’s kind of blurry at first, Tony puts a note in
his head to get the kid a better updated Stark phone, but then all thought
evades his mind when he realizes what he’s looking at.
 
Who the hell does math homework in nothing but Iron Man boxers?
 
“Do you really need permission from me, Peter?”   Peter’s hard, obviously,
frustratingly so and okay. they’re doing this.
 
“I wanna be good for you.” Peter says and he watches the way the the sentence
causes Peter to flutter, a straight-one way ticket to the show he’s about to
put on.  The boy knows. He knows and he’s doing it anyway.
 
“You’re already good enough, God, just look at you. So beautiful. So so fucking
pretty.” Tony talks, because the anxiety is a breath away, but Peter looks too
desperate for him to back out now and words. Words are easy, words are better
than whipping his own dick out and making this worse.
 
Peter keens, hands sliding to the hem of his red-gold iron man boxers, tugging
at the elastic with eager fingers.   “I wore them for you. I-I-I wear them when
I need you, some days it’s worse than others.”
 
“How do you need me, baby?” Tony mumbles, mouth watering at the sight, and the
endearment runs through Peter, who arches his back, mouth being bitten redder
and redder.
 
“I need you here. I-I need your hands. To touch me. Here. and Here. And here.
and fuck-“ Peter groans, as his fingers trace a path down his abdomen, catching
on his nipples, and abs, and finally disappearing down into his boxers, the
iron man design stretching obscenely as Peter fists his cock.
 
“Baby, look at you. So good. Touch yourself, Peter. Show Mr. Stark what you
want.” Tony can feel the precum leaking in his own boxers, but he can’t touch.
Not until he takes care of Peter first. It’s always going to be Peter first.
 
And the way Peter’s hand is disappearing in and out of his boxers, the sharp
slaps of skin the only noise along with his increasingly insistent ah-ah-ah’s<
Tony doesn’t think he’ll have to wait long.
“Mr. Stark, “ Peter moans like he’s choking on a sob, and Tony wishes this was
happening real time, not over facetime.
 
(God, as if he wasn’t indecent before, cyber sex with a teenager. Really
spectacular, Tony. )
 
“If I was there, I’d kiss you right now. Kiss you and make you beg for it, pin
you to the bed, just so I have the best seat in the house to watch you lose it,
like a good boy. “  Tony’s voice is husky and deep and all liquor, Peter’s not
prepared.
 
“Mr. Stark Mr. Stark I’m so close- fuck”Peter babbles, and Tony sees the flash,
the deep color of the head of Peter’s cock on the screen on front of him and
it’s enough that he knows he’ll never forget it.
 
“Come for me, Peter.”
 
It’s over fast. Peter arches his back, a low gasp echoing through the speakers.
There’s ropes of white over Peter’s chest, an image that Tony would gladly get
arrested for, again and again and again.
 
But it isn’t the photograph of sex that sends Tony over the edge, in his boxers
like a horny teenager, it’s Peter with hazy eyes dragging  his fingers through
his own come and sucking on it, moaning “Tony” while looking straight at the
camera. Tony shudders through the rush of pleasure as the boy in front of him,
blushes again, fingers still in his mouth and Tony realizes with a start, it’s
a vision of something entirely possible in the future.
 
The kid’s birthday is tomorrow after all.
Chapter End Notes
     pls tell me what u think !! also, more sex is to come, and unlike the
     typical peter/tony fics like it's not gonna be that dark. i really
     wanna stress the genuine connection, no matter how fucked up, peter
     and tony have, that's independent of their sexual endeavors. :)
     comment and kudos so peter can turn 15 with tony making moon eyes at
     him, because these idiots are hopeless romantics and that's the only
     way i know how to write.
End Notes
     comment and kudos are nice and always appreciated. do it so that you
     can see peter parker struggle with his Crush on Tony Stark. :))))
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 sign the bridal
registry, or the plastic flowers in the old woman's hat, intent on saying grace
in a smokey and crowded diner.
These touches of personality hinted at something more, something
bigger...something alive. To him, each picture was a snapshot of someones life,
and he had the feeling the story kept going, long after he had closed the
cover.
He was putting the book back on the table when Mike walked back in. He was
holding something behind his back. He motioned for Eddie to follow him, Eddie
stumbled as he got up, bracing himself on the coffee table. He walked over to
Mike who lead him outside. The two walked a couple of miles away from Mike’s
house, stopping once they got to a sunflower patch.
They walked through the flowers, Mike leading Eddie. They stop, and sit down in
front of each other. Mike leans back on his forearms, soaking in the summer
sun. Eddie does the same. They talk quietly for a while.
“I don’t know, I like boys, but girls too. It’s not  that  confusing Mike. I
ju-”
Mike shushes him, and reaches into his back pocket. He pulls out a ring, it
glints in the sun, and Eddie’s eyes instantly fill with appreciative tears. He
smiles at Mike, and sticks out one hand. Mike slips the ring onto his finger.
“I hope you like it. I’ve been saving up for months.” Miked looks down,
embarrassed.
A tear falls down Eddie’s cheek. “I love it, Mike, but why’d you give it to me?
Why not Bev or someone else?”
“Cause I love you, Eddie. I just wanted to show you that.” Mike smiles at
Eddie, moving to sit closer to Eddie.
“I love it!” Eddie throws his arms around Mike’s neck, and presses his lips
against Mike’s. They both smile into the kiss.
They get up to leave and Eddie slips his hand into Mike’s. The feeling of rough
against soft making Eddie feel all mushy inside.
--
Mike walks back into the room, his sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Mike opens his mouth to speak but he doesn’t get to say anything because they
hear Richie yelling that they have food. Mike walks over to Eddie’s side of the
bed.
“Get on my back.” Eddie does, wrapping his good arm around Mike’s neck. Mike
reaches into his pocket. He keeps it firmly gripped in his hand, walking out
the door and towards the kitchen.
They arrive in the kitchen to see Stan and Bill pulling food out of a plastic
bag. Mike sets Eddie down carefully, and turns towards him. He sticks his hand
out, opening his palm to show what was in his hand. In his hand is the ring he
had given to Eddie all those years ago. Eddie takes the ring out of Mike’s
hand, he slips the ring on and, surprisingly it fits still. It’s as if the ring
grew with him. He smiles and, without thinking, stands on his tiptoes and
kisses Mike.
“Holy shit! When’d you guys start dating?” Richie’s face was shocked even
though he was smirking.
“Shut up, Rich.” Mike walks over to Richie, and kisses him on the cheek.
They all sit down at the table and begin eating. They all talk about how their
day went, and Eddie thinks they all probably look like some weird family.
End Notes
     This isn't that good of a chapter, but I'm trying, I hope you enjoyed
     it.
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