My Baby Shot Me Down
“You nervous?”
Tony shakes his head; he’s not, not really. He’s ready—has been for awhile now.
“You sure? I could give you a moral boosting blow job if you are.”
Tony grins outright at that and shakes his head, “Save it for after I make it through a whole set,” he suggests before leaning in for a kiss from his husband.
Peter grins into the kiss and then nudges him forward toward the chanting crowds just beyond the curtain.
“Knock em dead baby.”
Tony grins and winks at him before strapping on his Fender Stevie Ray Vaughn Stratocaster and sauntering out on stage to wild screams of his name.
Iron Man Iron Man Iron Man
Peter grins and shakes his head, stepping closer so he can watch the comeback concert of a lifetime.
Tony is a force to be reckoned with on stage—he always has been—but this, this is something entirely different. He moves with a passion that Peter hasn’t seen since he first saw Tony perform all those years ago when they were both younger and wild, foolhardy on love and rock and roll.
Tony’s hair is greyer now, there are more lines around his eyes and mouth but if the screams of his name that are reverberating through the voices of twenty thousand fans are any indicator--he hasn’t lost any of his appeal.
Peter watches as Tony croons and saunters, hips swinging as he sings, winking at the screaming fans with an extra gyration of his hips that leaves them in vapors and has Peter’s blood simmering lowly.
Tony transitions to one of his new songs and the crowd goes wild before quieting slightly, watching rapturously as Tony plays and sings his heart out.
Can't fight the temptation
When you get the vibration
Tony gyrates on the lyric and shoots a grin toward Peter, winking when the fans scream--their relationship is well known and fans loved seeing them together on stage in the past.
Won't do you no good
It won't do you no good
You better start running
When you hear the man coming
Won't do you no good
It won't do you no good
No we don't mind
If you don't mind
Hell I never mind
The wail of the guitar and Tony’s yowl sends the audience into a frenzy, cheering and clapping along with the beat.
In between songs Tony talks to the audience, laughing and telling stories and then, toward the end, he grows solemn, telling them of his time in rehab, of his struggle with depression, of his attempt to take his life and the darkness that had consumed his mind.
Peter’s eyes fill with tears and a lump grows in his throat as Tony lays himself bare for all to see, stripping his barriers away until all that’s left is the man and not the mask he’d worn for so many years.
Tony transitions to the final song, a slow, aching rendition of Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) and Peter shifts, eager for the concert to be over so he can congratulate his husband properly.
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
When Tony finishes the song the crowd goes wild once more and Peter waits patiently for Tony to sing two more songs for an encore before he too is dragged out on stage to join Tony in a stirring rendition of I Can’t Go on Without You that leaves him breathless and near tears when it’s over.
Tony signs autographs after at his meet and greet while Peter waits, not so patiently for it to be done and then its a short ride back to their penthouse apartment and Peter shoves Tony back against the door when it closes, mouth hungry and hot on Tony’s.
Tony’s hands slide down his back and grab his ass, grinding their hips together so the friction burns and aches, his cock throbbing in his jeans as Tony groans and licks into his mouth desperately.
They stumble toward their bedroom, stripping clothing as they go and Peter laughs softly as they knock into the walls and bounce off the door frame before collapsing onto the bed. Peter gasps softly as their cocks slide alongside each other, running his fingers through Tony’s silvery hair, gripping it hard when Tony sucks a mark on his throat.
“You were so hot tonight babe,” he gasps out, arching as Tony licks over a nipple.
“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Tony murmurs in reply, lips brushing over Peter’s hip bone.
Peter’s words die as Tony licks up the underside of his cock, eyes dark and hungry and rimmed in khol that makes him look even hotter than he does normally. Fuck it drives Peter crazy sometimes how hot his husband is--it doesn’t matter that they’re both in their 40’s now and that their bodies are slowing down or that his knees creak when he gives Tony a blow job--he adores his husband, grey hairs and all.
Tony shifts around so his knees bracket Peter’s head and he leans up eagerly, sucking at the head of Tony’s cock, hands sliding up the backs of his thighs in long slow strokes, groaning when Tony mimics him and sucks hard on Peter’s cock.
They rock into each other slowly; Tony takes him deeper into his throat and swallows before backing off and focusing on the head, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as he pumps the remainder of Peter’s cock, the foreskin a smooth glide that makes Peter’s gut burn.
Peter pulls off Tony’s cock and sucks on two fingers, wetting them thoroughly before he rubs them against Tony’s hole--Tony’s groan loud as Peter swallows the head of Tony’s cock again. He rubs and presses on Tony’s hole as he flicks his tongue against the slit, groaning at the salty taste of Tony’s cum.
The slick sound of their mouths and the wet gagging makes Peter writhe--he loves this, loves fucking his husband, making him shake and groan and come apart so gorgeously. He can feel Tony’s thigh shaking under his palm, hips rolling into Peter’s mouth and fingers, his moans growing sharper and more desperate.
The vibration around Peter’s cock is enough to make him arch and whine, he’s so close, so ready to tip over, but he wants Tony’s taste on his tongue when he does. He lets Tony’s cock slip from his mouth and wets his fingers again with spit before pushing against Tony’s hole firmly, working them inside the way he knows Tony likes--slow and firm so he can savor the burn.
Tony cries out sharply and bucks into the touch, choking on Peter’s cock it sounds like, and then Peter leans up and sucks down his cock in return and its not long after that that Tony comes with a wet rasping sound, whining deep in his throat as his hole clenches around Peter’s fingers and his cock spills down Peter’s throat.
Peter follows him over that edge too, shuddering and gasping, almost too sensitive as Tony sucks the very tip of his cock, swallowing down spurt after spurt till he’s got nothing left and the pleasure edges into something too sharp for him to take.
They collapse, limbs tangled and sweaty, chests heaving and exhaustion making it that much harder to find the will to move. Eventually they do though; Tony lays his head on Peter’s chest, eyes slitted barely open like a giant cat--nearly purring as Peter runs his fingers through Tony’s sweaty hair.
“Tonight was good.”
Peter nods, “You were amazing Tones. I’m so proud.”
He smiles softly when Tony cranes his neck to look up at him, face open and vulnerable. No one else gets to see him like this--what he shows on stage is something close, but this, this is just for Peter.
For them.
He takes Tony’s wrist and rubs his thumb over the tattoo there--it’s a triangle within a circle, glowing softly with blue light and within the edges of the circle it says Proof Peter Stark Has a Heart
It matches the one on Peter’s wrist, only his reads a little differently.
Proof Tony Stark Has a Heart
Everywhere he goes, he carries Tony’s heart, and Tony has his.
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I know it’s been a minute since I wrote starker, and this isn’t long or that elaborate, but I really enjoyed the idea. I was driving home from work and No Good by Kaleo came on and the idea hit me and I had to write it lol I hope you check out all the songs and fall in love with Kaleo because they certainly deserve it!! Anyway, enjoy!
