“peter has a thing for nicknames” prompt (so tumblr deleted my post idk why but here i am again.)
It was in the start of July when Peter realized something. He called Ned first thing, not bothering to hide it. Ned said he expected as much, so Peter moved to MJ, trying to maybe hope he wasn't as obvious as Ned said he was....and that was quickly reaffirmed, blunt and straight, and MJ hung up on him when he further tried to deny it. See, Peter didn't have a problem telling his two best friends he had a thing for him—he just didn't want to believe he had thing for so long.
Peter entered the lab slowly, nervous but tried the cool, professional approach. He tucked a lock of his chestnut curls behind his ear before setting in a placid expression. Tony wasn't here yet already working, which was odd, to say the least.
“Where is he?” He asked quietly.
“Tony will be arriving in less than ten seconds, Peter.” Friday spoke.
“Yeah, I’m here, kid.” Tony walked up behind him, strong hands easy on his waist. Peter jumped, a high sound flying out of his mouth and Tony pulled him closer, now looking at him weirdly. “Are you good? Did I really scare you?”
Peter shook his head, eyes wide. “I didn't think, you'd, uh, be coming from that way.”
“Oh.” Tony was moving from him, his Henley sweater half-on exposing a slightly wet set of abs. Peter stared, trying hard not to. “I was just doing some workouts at the new gym downstairs. Made a EMS thingamajig, even though I don't believe in the damn things but let's see. I am feeling kinda different, maybe you try it, kid, tell me how it feels for you.”
Peter watched as a lone drop of water clung on Tony’s abs. He licked his lips just as Tony brought the shirt down, absently, and begin configuring something on the holo screen. “Sweetheart, can you do something for me?” Tony asked.
Peter raised his brows. Sweetheart?
“I need you to grab me a couple of documents I left by the stairs.” Tony met his eyes with a smile and Peter blinked at him. You just called me, sweetheart.
When Peter came back, still reeling and beet-red, Tony didn't comment on it. “Thanks, baby. There's some lemonade I brought up here for us by the way. If you're thirsty.”
Peter tried not to go into cardiac-arrest? He felt his nipples get a little hard because it was cold in the lab, but also Tony came up close, reaching behind him for a glass and Peter felt him, smelled him, Jesus, Peter wanted to cling on him. He felt lightheaded.
“I’m—I’m good,” he breathed, avoiding Tony’s eyes, “I’ve been on a water only thing. Like you recommended, Mr. Stark.”
“Sweetheart.” Peter had no choice but look into his warm eyes. There he was, saying it again. Tony was chuckling softly, still holding out the drink. “I personally made it, so I’m kind of feeling offended here, okay? Newsflash: I don't do this sort of thing often, so here. I recommend drinking some of my homemade lemonade. How’s that?”
It took Peter a lot of self control to smile and not lean in, mewl into him like the bottom he was.“That's good. Thanks.” He gingerly accepted the drink and Tony nodded, ruffling his hair. Once again, Peter was reminded on how hard his nipples were and how the white crewneck didn't help.
“You're so cute, Pete.” Tony looked relieved. Pete nearly choked on the drink, expression frenzied. “And you’re a good kid. Got a date this summer?”
Peter set the glass down, wiping his lips with his wrist. The sting of the lemonade burned the back of his throat. “No, not really. Don't want one,” he cleared his throat and Tony wasn't even paying attention—he was on that holo screen again, adding plans to a new suit, “And nobody likes me, so. Yeah.”
Tony threw him a glare. “Watch that pretty mouth.”
Peter looked at him in shock. “Wha—um, I’m sorry, Mr. Stark?”
“You know you're cute, you got the hot nerd that works out thing all down—chicks dig that, right? Boys too.” Tony added as Peter parted his lips. “Why are you looking at me like I’m asking for the suit back?”
Was that really a question? What was going on with Mr. Stark today? Peter shook his head, somewhat desperate, “Because...I don't know. You're being like, really nice today? In a weird way, can I be honest? I don't know what to think of it.”
“Me? Being weird?” Tony grumbled. “I’m wounded. It's like you know me a bit too much.” Peter could only stare, trying to figure it out, but Tony was already walking to him. “I guess you could say I feel good today, kid. Sorry, am I being too...?” He gestured weirdly.
Peter squinted at him, hesitant. “You're not being too anything—“
“Don't lie.” Tony quipped. Peter ended up nodding hurriedly.
“Okay, yeah, no, you're being kinda weird. It's, um.” Peter bit his lip, peeking at Tony through his fringe, to which Tony then ran his hand through, slicking it all back. Wow. Peter dropped his eyes, suddenly shy. And overexposed.
“What? I couldn't see your face, sweetheart.”
“Nothing, um. Can we just,” Peter looked around the lab, trying to find anything to save him. He felt his cock begin to grow slightly at Tony’s proximity and undivided attention, and he might faint at this point. “Can we add the new thrusters I was telling you about, for your new suit?”
“I got a better idea, and before you judge me, I’ll just show it you and you tell me what you think then. Whatcha say, kid?” Tony threw him a saucy grin, dimples and crows feet and Peter couldn't help his weak smile.
“Okay, I mean. Anything's cool that you do, Mr. Stark.”
“Not true, but thanks, baby. Now, close your eyes.” Tony said it so calmly and Peter did it without processing. His stomach began somersaults in seconds.
“Mr. Stark?” He poked a nervous tongue through his pink lips. “Is it something audio sensory—“
Suddenly, Tony was kissing at his neck, plush lips wetting him and the scruff of his goatee brushing him. Peter’s eyes flew open, white hot fire flashing through his small body, reacting to Tony’s warm mouth on his skin. He felt his cock already begin to thrum and he squeezed his thighs together. “Mr. Stark—what, ah—“
“Shh, baby boy. Just tryna see something...” Body pulsing in anticipation as Tony continued sucking, Peter could only nod in response to that (“Baby boy,”) as his lips trembled and legs shook, and he couldn't—God, he had to—his breathing picked up fast and high, he was trying so hard not to moan, but it felt so good, and he didn't even know what was happening, why it was happening. Peter swallowed back the moan knotting his throat as Tony put a hand at the back of his waist, bringing his body closer.
“Okay—okay, wait, Mr. Stark?” Peter stammered, eyes wet. “I—I don’t—Why? What's—“
“I found out today that you like nicknames.” Tony moved away to smile cheekily and Peter searched his eyes, still breathing heavily. “Figured that would do the trick, and well, damnit, I gotta say I was right. Thank God.”
Peter looked on helplessly as he felt his precum begin to leak. The denim jeans he had on hid his hard-on too well. “I really don't know what just happened? Do...do you like me?”
“Do I like you?” Tony moved his face close to his, lowering his voice. “Kid, seriously?”
Peter could only nod, plump pink lip trembling. “‘Cause—I mean, well, I like you. A lot, like very, very much and, um—is this a dream?”
Tony looked at him endearingly. “No, sweetheart. I’m here, this is real.”
“For the record, I kinda already knew that you liked me. That's why I did what I did, and I'm about to continue what I'm going to do. At least, if you don't mind, baby.”
“I don't.” Peter immediately said. Tony smiled, swooping down and capturing his lips, and Peter stiffened, his small cock now rock hard pressing uncomfortably against his briefs. “Mmf!” He made a noise at the heavy pulse he felt pleasuring his body, and then Tony was sliding his tongue, forcibly parting his lips. Peter didn't know what to do but stand there, agonizing in pleasure and awkward, tentative tongue-fucking on his part.
“Honey,” Tony breathed against his lips, “We gotta get you better at this, okay?”
“Ok—okay.” Peter could only blink at him drunkenly. Honey. I’m honey now. “Room? Up—upstairs?”
Tony shut his eyes at that, groaning. “Then again, you just do well just existing. Seriously, I like you, kid.” With one quick swoop, Peter was in Tony’s arms as he headed them to his bedroom.
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