Notes: This prompt just screamed Loki/Tony to me. Thank to @ohwereusingourmadeupnames for the prompt and being lovely as always!
Word count: ~2k
Summary:
“Loki, you can’t just walk outside because you’re losing an argument, it doesn’t work like that,” Tony said as soon as Loki entered the room.
“Tony, you realize you just made me sit through a powerpoint presentation on why we should get a dog. For the fourth time. Believe me my love, I know how cute the dogs at the shelter are and I promise I’m thinking about it”.
Tony huffed, rising to his feet and coming to stand in front of his husband. He’d been pestering Loki for weeks about his sudden urge to have a puppy. DUM-E and U weren’t cutting it for companionship anymore. He thought his powerpoint was very convincing.
Tony Stark was the last person anyone expected to settle down in life. His entire image as a young adult centered around his constant partying and questionable decision making. The only positive aspects of his image centered around Stark Industries when he reorganized the company at the young age of 21. People were concerned when he discontinued the weapons division as soon as he took over, but eventually, his innovation and new technology quieted those voices. Over the years, his philanthropy and frequent moonlighting as a superhero helped him slowly live down the image that he’d created.
Now, living in a post-Thanos world, he wanted nothing more than to live a quiet life, free of world-ending battles. And, shockingly enough, Tony actually got what he wanted. Tony found himself sprawled out on his large, plush couch looking through the large windows to the backyard he never thought he’d actually have. Through the glass he could see his tall, wonderfully handsome, and incredibly irritating husband walking back toward the house.
In the years since Tony and Loki first came into contact, Tony was intrigued by the god. He was fascinated by his magic and Loki’s mischievous demeanor was compelling. And, although Tony wouldn’t admit it at the time, Tony had never seen a man wear a suit as well as Loki did that night in Stuttgart.
After the dust settled in New York, Loki’s father insisted that Loki stay at Stark Tower for his imprisonment, determined that his son would help to clean up the mess he made. Tony had every intention of making Loki’s stay at the tower miserable. He gave him menial tasks in the lab that DUM-E could have done and intentionally programmed the robots to get in his way. Tony thought it was hilarious, Loki was not so amused.
Over time, Loki showed more interest in learning about Tony’s suits and the various technological advances Tony had in the works for the Avengers and Stark Industries. Loki asked all the right questions, offered little bits of advice here and there, and before Tony knew it, they were working side by side in the lab. As it turns out, Loki’s magic abilities proved quite helpful.
Day and and day out, Loki and Tony moved easily around each other, working together and eventually spending time on Tony’s floor in the penthouse. It was an easy transition from enemies, to coworkers, and eventually friends. Tony let his guard down around Loki, expressing frustration and fear over the increasing threats to their world. He was comfortable enough around him that he told Loki about growing up with Howard and Maria Stark as his parents, surprised when Loki fully understood given his own challenges growing up with Odin.
As they got more comfortable around each other, Tony started to notice Loki sneaking glances at him when he thought Tony wouldn’t see. Their fingers would linger as they passed tools across the work tables in the lab, and Tony blushed every time. Occasionally, Tony would call Loki over to come look at something he was struggling with, and Loki would come in close behind him, his chest pressed to Tony’s back. In those moments, Tony found himself wanting nothing more than to reach out and keep Loki close.
It was a startling realization for Tony to discover that he was in love with the God of Mischief. Even more startling, was the sense of calm Tony felt wash over him when he finally admitted it to himself. Admitting his feelings to Loki was absolutely the most terrifying thing Tony had to do.
One day in the lab, with Loki leaning over his shoulder to see the blueprints Tony was working on, he finally snapped. He whipped around to face Loki, glaring at him.
“Why do you stand so close to me?” Tony pressed.
“Because I like being near you, Anthony,” Loki answered easily. The smile on his face and the look in his bright green eyes absolutely ruined Tony.
“I’m in love with you,” Tony blurted. “Shit, sorry I wanted-”
Tony was cut off by Loki quickly pressing his lips to Tony, boxing him in and pressing Tony back against the work table. Before Tony could react, Loki was pulling away with a sheepish grin on his face.
“I’m in love with you too, Tony. You make it quite infuriating sometimes”.
In the many years since that moment in the lab, Loki and Tony were attached at the hip. They had their fair share of concern from the rest of the team, and all of SHIELD, but they never wavered. While Tony kept waiting for the other shoe to drop, as it always did for him, the love he and Loki shared was truly like nothing either of them had experienced. They’d both had a decent amount of heartbreak and hurt in life, making the love and trust between them that much stronger.
After Thanos, they both realized that life was too short and they left the city, settling upstate with a big house and yard. It was like nothing either man had ever imagined, but it was theirs and it was perfect. The night they moved in, Loki conjured up a beautiful ring for Tony and got down on one knee surrounded by takeout boxes and an empty house while they waited for their furniture. It was the perfect moment for them and a year or so later, they had a small wedding in their own backyard, celebrating with their closest friends and families.
Now, four years after their wedding, Tony was sitting on the couch in their living room, glaring at Loki as he came through the sliding glass door.
“Loki, you can’t just walk outside because you’re losing an argument, it doesn’t work like that,” Tony said as soon as Loki entered the room.
“Tony, you realize you just made me sit through a powerpoint presentation on why we should get a dog. For the fourth time. Believe me my love, I know how cute the dogs at the shelter are and I promise I’m thinking about it”.
Tony huffed, rising to his feet and coming to stand in front of his husband. He’d been pestering Loki for weeks about his sudden urge to have a puppy. DUM-E and U weren’t cutting it for companionship anymore. He thought his powerpoint was very convincing.
“Okay, but here’s the thing. Puppies are cute and I’m cute, so obviously I need one. Also, you’re the one that keeps talking about this huge yard that we never use, so clearly we need a dog to go run around in the grass. And if we have a puppy, maybe the neighbors will like us more and we can have those dinner parties you always talk about.”
Tony was rambling now, prattling on and repeating half the presentation from memory. When Tony was fixated on something, there was nothing you could do to change his mind. Loki smiled, knowing he’d lost this battle the moment Tony started sending him selfies with every dog he ran into on his walks through the park near their house.
“Anthony, my dear, would you please for once just shut up?” Loki exclaimed. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
Tony just rolled his eyes.
“Please,” Loki conceded.
Finally, Tony closed his eyes and extended his hands toward Loki. Loki knew this was a bigger deal for Tony than he let on. The man had so many trust issues that even something as simple as closing his eyes could bring on more panic and anxiety than most people had ever experienced.
Loki sighed, and smiled softly at Tony. He was grateful Tony couldn’t see the heart eyes he was making at him. Against all odds, Loki was deeply in love with him, and Tony was one of the only people in the world that got to see the soft sides of him. Loki took a moment to just watch Tony. He could see the corners of his lips quirking up in a smile, his eyelids twitching slightly, fighting the urge to open his eyes and ruin whatever surprise Loki had planned.The hands in front of him were just barely shaking, nervous energy clearly coursing through Tony.
Before Tony could open his mouth and complain, Loki used one of his favorite tricks that his mother taught him as a child. Using the magic he’d gratefully learned from her, reached in front of him, focusing on conjuring up the surprise he’d been planning for weeks now. Swirls of green extended from his hands, moving together and taking shape above Tony’s outstretched palms.
Just as Tony was about to open his eyes and start rambling about Loki and his games, he felt a warm bundle of fluff drop into his arms. His eyes flew open, immediately focused on the real, live, animal that now sprawled across his arms. Instinctively, Tony wrapped his arms more firmly around it and brought it closer into his chest.
“Loki, why is there a puppy in my arms?”
Loki remained silent, overwhelmed by how perfect Tony looked snuggled up to the lanky golden retriever pup in Tony’s arms. The little guy was happily exploring the terrain, attempting to climb up Tony’s shoulder and nip at his ear, his hair, and lick just about every surface he could reach.
“Earth to Loki. Oh wait does that saying even work for someone not from Earth? Asgard to Loki? No, that doesn’t work,” Tony was rambling, his mouth running quickly, before his thoughts caught up to him, reminding him of the puppy he now held in his arms. Loki just watched him fondly, reveling in the love coursing through him.
“Hold on, Loki, you conjured me a puppy”.
Loki’s gaze settled on Tony’s face, anxious about how his husband might react to Loki’s most recent mischief.
“I- um, yeah, I conjured you a puppy”. Loki stared down at his feet, nervous about the silence settling between them.
“I just- you’d been talking about wanting one for months now and you keep sending me all those cute pictures of puppies at the shelter and I just couldn’t help myself any longer”. Loki sucked in a deep breath to continue rambling when Tony was suddenly directly in front of him, pressing the overexcited ball of fur into his arms.
“Well then you better say hi to my new best friend, because you’re literally never getting me along again. Get used to it”.
Loki situated the puppy in the crook of his arm, allowing him to sniff around and get comfortable with him. He wrapped his other arm around Tony’s waist, bringing him in closer so he could rest his cheek on top of Tony’s head. As much as Tony pretended to hate it, Loki loved the height advantage he had on his partner. It made the rare moments like this that Tony let him hold him close even better. Tony’s arms wound around Loki’s narrow waist, squeezing tightly, hoping to communicate his thanks.
Tony pulled his head back far enough to look up at his husband, overcome with love for the man in front of him. Pushing up on his toes - which he would never admit to a soul - he pressed his lips against Loki’s relishing the familiar way they moved together. Loki’s grip loosened enough to travel up Tony’s side, coming to cradle his cheek, thumbing along warm skin. They moved together languidly, lips firm, and tongues exploring just enough for Tony to feel himself want more. He let go of Loki’s waist, hands wandering up to his husbands broad shoulders, eventually tangling in the long, dark hair that Tony was utterly obsessed with. Loki let out a soft groan, powerless to the feeling of Tony’s hands in his hair.
They were pulled out of their bubble when the puppy in Loki’s grip was suddenly licking across Tony’s cheek, startling him enough to pull away. Both men looked at each other then their new puppy, chuckling at themselves for getting so carried away. The puppy wriggled around in Loki’s grip, and he eventually set him down on the floor of the living room.
“Well,” Tony sighed. “I guess we’re dog dads now”.
They grinned at each other, giddy with the new member of their household. Before Loki knew what was happening, Tony was sprinting toward the backyard, puppy happily bounding behind them.
“Last one to the yard has poop duty!” Tony yelled as he disappeared down the hall.
Loki laughed and shook his head before taking off after Tony.
“You know,” he called. “I can just make the poop disappear from the yard!”
He met Tony on the patio, watching the puppy explore the grass. Tony turned to him, surprise evident on his face.
“You shouldn’t have told me that. Now I’m gonna make you conjure me at least five more dogs”.
Loki smiled, pulling his husband close once again. “How about you at least name this one first, then we can talk about more puppies”.
Tony smiled up at him, more in love than he thought he’d be deserving of in this life. “Thank you for this Lokes. I love you so - oh shit! How did he already dig up the garden? Did you conjure a rascal of a dog?”
Loki just laughed, watching Tony run across the yard, lifting up a now dirt covered dog. He was the God of Mischief after all, he had to have some fun.
will you headcanon a bit more of that starkercest high school au?
of course, babe :)
Shock. Peter would say shock was his initial reaction. Shock and then disbelief, which is probably the same thing, and then anger. He turns to yell at Tony, and nice, ol' fashioned, 'what is the meaning of this?', but the boy in question had vanished.
He turns back to the house full of drunk teenagers, silent and waiting for himnto do something.
Somebody puts on some music worth stripping to, slow and sultry I'd guess, and Thor leans down to whisper in his ear.
"Don't be scared baby," Peter scoffs in disgust, pushing away from him. "I am not a strip--"
"TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF!"
"TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF!"
"COME ON!"
Peter isn't going to take his shirt off, or his pants, or his *anything*. He skims through the crowd, looking for his brother, and he finds him, smiling in the corner.
"Just do it," he calls "Or are you too chicken?"
Peter's a smart man, he's got a moral compas, but he's also a Stark. And Starks don't like their authority, or alpha-male-ness, challenged. It's a difficult decision between primal instinct and common sense, but he goes with the Stark answer.
One of the very best parts of this site is the friendship that grew between us because of it! Happiest birthday, sweet friend - you're kind of my favorite <4
I agree, my dear friend! Thank you for the birthday wishes :) much love to you <4
please do friendship bracelet, brown sugar, & hot cocoa <3
FRIEND!!! I can’t even tell you how excited I got when your URL popped up in my notifications <4
Friendship bracelet - what does friendship mean to you?
Oof, I’m bad at maintaining friendships. I would have to say mutual understanding, ultimate hype person, ability to sit in silence and enjoy each other’s company, equal effort from both parties.
Brown sugar - what is making your heart warm today?
This ask!!! Omg I miss seeing you on my dash!
Hot cocoa - three things you love about yourself?
1. When I care about someone/something, I care deeply. 2. I’m becoming more spontaneous, which is fun! 3. My brain.
what was the scene in 'just say yes'? There are tons of good ones!
Wahh thank you 🥰
Oooh friend that was a tough one. The prompt was “No no no no no, you aren’t going anywhere like that without me” and it took me a while to figure out which direction I wanted to go with it.
The scene everything was built around was the general premise of them going to New Zealand and visiting the Hobbit Houses because someone (👀) told me that’s where they really wanted to visit lol. Once I had that in mind I just kinda ran with it!
Here’s a link to Just Say Yes if anyone wants to read it!
Hi!! I’d be so happy to fill this request for you! :D Thanks so much for asking (and for sending again after the snafu with this freaking website ;A;). I hope you like what I came up with!
Age Difference Starters
Title: 3 Dozen Red Roses and An Alpaca
Pairing: Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark)
Rating: Teen (mild NSFW - tooth-rotting fluff - banter)
Word Count: ~3155
Prompt: “So I may have lied a bit about my age..”
Summary: Peter agrees to be set up on a blind date by Ned, who swears this guy will be much better than the last person he'd set him up with. Peter wasn't so sure, until he met his blind date. And then he knew he was going to kill Ned.
***
Peter sat at the bar, using his swizzle straw to move around the ice, hoping that it will melt a little faster. He could pick up his drink and let the ice melt faster that way, but then he’d have a wet hand, and that wasn’t something he was interested in at the moment. The bartender looked at him, and he gave a small shake of his head, picking it up as if to appease the look from them. It was a rum and coke, not something he would normally order but desperate times called for desperate measures. Setting it back down, he took a look at his phone to check the time.
He was supposed to be meeting someone that his best friend had set him up with. Ned had told him that he’d met the perfect guy, and wouldn’t really say anything else about it except that Peter had to meet him. And by meet him, he actually meant date him. Which Peter was normally not okay with - the last time Ned had tried to set him up with someone it had gone horribly wrong. Like, to the point where Peter had wound up in the hospital from being allergic to the man’s cologne wrong. It was an experience that he talked about and could finally laugh about, but really - he had no desire to go through with it again.
But Ned had persisted. Said that he would be really happy with this person. “Trust me, Peter.” Those three words always made him cringe whenever they came out of Ned’s mouth. After Peter had grilled him a little more, Ned had said that he’d actually matched with this person by complete accident, but the more they talked, the more he realized that he’d be a better match for Peter. He honestly had no idea what this person was going to look like, and that worried him. Not that Ned wasn’t the best judge of who was good looking and who wasn’t, but their tastes were invariably different.
“Excuse me? Are you Peter Parker?” He heard a rich baritone voice from his left side. Turning his head, his mouth almost dropped open as he saw what one could only describe as a silver fox was standing beside him. Peppered hair that was once brown, a goatee that had more grey and silver than black was on the man’s face, and what one could only describe as a charismatic smile on his face. “I’m your date.”
“You’re my date?” Peter shook his head, as he continued to stare at this….much older man. Too old. Too old?? Is that even a thing?? God, I’m going to kill Ned. “There must be some mistake. I’m waiting for someone that’s supposedly in their early thirties.” And even that had been a stretch for him, as he was just approaching twenty-four himself. He’d never really dated someone older than him - it’s always been younger. “No offense, sir, but I don’t think you’re in your early thirties.”
“So I may have lied a bit about my age..” This stranger gave a shrug of his shoulders, and pulled the stool out next to him. “So sue me. My name is Tony. Tony Stark.” He held his hand out towards Peter, who stared at it as if it was on fire.
Blinking a few times, he shook his head again. “No, no. I’m meeting someone that is not Tony Stark. I’m meeting….” He picked up his phone to look at the name that Ned had sent to him. “Someone by the name of Tom Jeffers.”
“That would be me.” Tony kept his hand out towards him. “Could you at least shake my hand? People are staring at me.”
“People always stare at you!” Peter exclaimed, still trying to get his mind to process that Tony Stark - the Tony Stark, the billionaire responsible for all the coolest gadgets on the market, was standing next to him, wanting him to shake his hand. He grabbed it, and started to pump his hand fast. He was quick to pull his hand back, and then looked back at his drink with a sigh. “This is some dumb joke. I’m going to kill my friend.”
“Don’t do that.” The bartender came over to them. “I’ll take a scotch on the rocks. Top shelf. Doesn’t matter.” Peter envied Tony being able to say that, as he himself had chosen the well rum. Which was a mistake, and why he wasn’t really drinking his own beverage. “Your friend had the information I gave to him. He’s a real nice guy - really wanted to set me up with you.”
“He told me.” He wanted to disappear into the floor, be anywhere but where he was at this exact moment. “Why are you trolling for a date? That doesn’t make any sense to me.” Turning to look at Tony properly, he still couldn’t believe this billionaire was standing beside him.
“I have needs too.” The bartender came back with Tony’s drink. “Here, let’s toast.” Peter picked up his watery glass, and held it with his right hand. “To new adventures.”
“Adventures. Yay.” He tapped his glass against Tony’s, then brought the swizzle straw to his lips. He tried not to grimace at the awful taste of shitty rum, but failed. “Ugh, this is so gross.” He put it back down on the bar.
“Why didn’t you order something you like?” Amusement colored Tony’s voice, which made him feel like a complete moron. “Or, were you trying to impress your date?”
“You mean, you?” Peter shrugged, and took another swallow of the gross concoction. “Maybe? My go to for these types of situations is this drink. It’s like a force of habit, I guess.”
“You go on a lot of blind dates?”
“Yeah.”
“Any reason why?”
“For these hilarious situations.” He rolled his eyes, but then began to smile as he heard Tony laugh. “Do you want to get a table and have some dinner?”
Tony pulled out his wallet, and swallowed the rest of his drink. “I’ve got a better idea. Let’s go somewhere less….public.” He motioned for the bartender, who came over without hesitation. “I’ll pay for mine, and his drink. Keep the change.” Whatever bills he’d slipped into the folio, Peter could see that the bartender was more than ecstatic by it. “Come on, up for a little adventure?”
“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
“Nope.”
He finished his own awful drink and stood up. “Alright, Mr. Stark. Lead the way.”
“That’s the spirit, Mr. Parker.”
He followed him out of the restaurant, and the valet were quick to retrieve Tony’s car. He’s kind of glad he decided to take the subway today, rather than use his own set of wheels because that would have been a nightmare. Getting into the passenger seat, he looked over at Tony, who was putting his hand on the stick shift. “Wait - you just had alcohol. Do you want me to drive?”
“That’s cute.” Tony chuckled, and put the car into first gear. “No, I’m good. I only had that one, and trust me - I can drink a lot more than that. I have to, in order to get drunk.”
“That’s reassuring.”
“Would you prefer I called my driver and had him pick us up?”
Crossing his arms across his chest, Peter looked out the window. “No. Just drive. Wherever you want to go. But not back to your place.”
“Where’s your sense of adventure?”
“Not interested in being kidnapped today, thanks very much.” How this man had charmed Ned into believing he’d be a good fit for him, Peter still couldn’t work out. But then again, he did know that Tony Stark had a bit of a quirky side to him, so maybe that’s what he played on as he spoke to him. “Never knew you were into younger guys.”
“There are things I keep out of the press. Again, another reason why I lied about my age.” He looked over at Tony, and saw him downshift as they moved into another lane. “People my age are boring. They only care about one thing.”
“Marriage?”
“Kids. But yes, marriage is a close second.” The car rolled to a stop in front of an unmarked building. Peter looked over at it, and felt his nerves flaring up. “Calm down - there’s a restaurant in there. I’m not going to murder you. Yet.”
Peter sighed, and unbuckled his belt. “Fine. I guess I have to believe you. But do me a favor - no more alcohol.”
“Scout’s honor.” Tony held up two fingers and nodded his head. “No more booze. You, however - you should drink something decent.”
“We’ll see.”
An attendant outside greeted Tony by name, and then held the door open for them. Sure enough, it was a fine dining restaurant which looked like it catered to those that worked on Wall Street. Tony greeted the hostess, and then they were taken to the back of the restaurant, and shown to a private booth. The menu was on fancy paper - paper more expensive than his last paycheck. Peter felt like he was going to be sick.
“You look a little green, Mr. Parker.” Tony poured him some still water from a carafe that a waiter had brought to their table. “Should I have taken you to McDonalds?”
“Hah.” He shook his head, and grabbed the glass. “This place is fancy.”
“And it’s my treat. Since I’m the one that set up this meeting. Would you like some wine? Some better tasting rum?” The smirk on Tony’s face made his cheeks grow slightly flushed. “Or, just water?”
“Water.” Peter gulped the liquid down, hoping that he could get a hold of his nerves soon. “Thanks.”
“Everything on the menu is good. It changes day to day. I might not have had something, but I trust the chef.” Tony glanced down at his menu. “Oh, good. Short ribs.”
“Why lie about your age?” He blurted out, still trying to figure out Tony’s motive. “There are people that go for that sort of thing.”
The smirk returned to his lips. “Are you one of those people, Peter?”
“N-No.”
“Are you sure about that?”
He had thought about dating someone older before, but this? This was a bit too much. “No.”
“Good. I’m happy to hear that.” Tony waved to the waiter, who came over to their table. “We’re ready to order. Peter?”
Looking down at the menu, Peter saw words but didn’t know what they meant. Then he saw words he understood and breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll take the Waygu burger, please. Dressed as is.”
“Excellent choice, sir. And for you, Mr. Stark?”
“The short ribs. Extra sauce, please.”
“Very well.”
Their waiter took their menus, then left them alone. “You don’t want kids, and you don’t want to get married.” Peter returned to them to their previous conversation. “But you’re interested in dating men that are younger. Why?”
“Because it keeps me youthful. Because I like to experience things that might not happen with someone my own age.” Tony picked up his water, and took a sip. “Your friend Ned really seemed to think we’d click. Was he wrong?”
Peter was tempted to say yes, but he knew he hadn’t given Tony a fair chance yet. “I don’t know.”
“That’s better than a yes. I’ll take it.” The glee he saw on Tony’s face made him smile. “Let’s learn a little bit about each other. You know, without me having to learn about you from your best friend.”
“Sounds good, Mr. Stark.”
“Please - call me Tony.”
He smiled, and nodded his head. “Alright, Tony.”
The next two hours go by faster than Peter anticipated, and when Tony was requesting the check he felt a little sad that it was already going to be over. And apparently, his poker face wasn’t that good because Tony then made a comment he wasn’t expecting. “I know you said you didn’t want to go back to my place, but you can if you’d like. Since you look a little sad right now.”
“No, it’s okay.” Peter shook his head. “If I go home with you, then it’ll turn into a thing, and I don’t move that fast.”
“That’s a shame.”
While the offer was tempting, Peter kept to his decision. “If you want to spend more time with me, you’ll have to earn it, Tony. If I go home with you, and decide to sleep with you, I’m pretty sure you won’t reach out to see me again. You’ll have gotten what you wanted for the night, so why bother with it again?”
“Who told you?” The fake look of shock on Tony’s face made Peter snort. “In all seriousness, you’re probably right. But what if I proved you wrong? Come back to my place. Let’s get to know each other in a biblical sense, and then I’ll make you breakfast and then send you a dozen red roses and request another date.”
“No.”
“Okay, fine. Three dozen red roses, and an alpaca.”
He laughed, shaking his head back and forth. “Now you’re being ridiculous.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything ridiculous yet.”
“Fine! I’ll go back to your apartment, since you probably won’t stop asking until I say yes.”
Tony nodded his head. “You’re right. I won’t. So it’s a good thing you changed your mind.”
“I’m not having sex with you, though.”
“I’ll change your mind about that too.”
“Doubtful.” Now it was Peter’s turn to wear a smirk on his lips.
“We’ll see.”
The drive to Tony’s penthouse apartment didn’t take very long, as they were only a few blocks away from Stark Industries tower. Peter followed him into the elevator, and felt his phone begin to vibrate. He pulled it out and saw it was a text from Ned. “So?? How’d the date go?? He’s nice, right? I hope you guys hit it off. He seemed really nice.”
“You set me up with Tony Stark. I’m spending the night.” He texted, typing fast.
“WHAT?! PETER, WHAT?!”
“I’ll call you tomorrow. GTG.” He put his phone back into his pocket as the elevator opened on Tony’s penthouse. “Wow. Impressive.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, Peter.”
He followed Tony into the penthouse, and looked around. It looked lived in, which he didn’t expect at all. The couches looked worn out, the place more inviting that he imagined it would. Tony walked over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of scotch. “Got some rum?” He asked, hoping for a little liquid courage. He never went home with one of his blind dates. Why he decided doing it with Tony Stark would be a good idea, he still hadn’t worked out. But he was here, and he was about to throw all caution to the wind.
“Indeed I do.” Tony grabbed a bottle of rum that he had no idea what it was. “Straight up? Or would you prefer it mixed?”
“Is it sipping rum?”
“Yes. But you can mix it if you want.”
“No, I’ll sip. Thanks.”
“You’re very welcome.”
His heart was pounding as he picked up the glass - cool to the touch thanks to the coolness in the penthouse. “Let’s toast again.” Peter suggested, holding it up.
“What shall we toast to this time?”
“To an unforgettable night?” He asked, hoping that it would be unforgettable for the right reasons and not the wrong reasons.
Tony held up his glass, and clinked it against his. “Perfect, Peter. To an unforgettable night.”
***
Peter flopped onto the bed, panting hard as sweat dripped down his face. He’d lost count of the number of orgasms he’d had thanks to Tony’s penchant for insisting he get off as much as possible. His body was covered in both cum and sweat, and he couldn’t have been happier. He laughed breathlessly as he saw Tony get up to go to the bathroom for another clean towel. This would be their third one they would be using.
“Another reason why I like dating strapping young lads such as yourself.” Tony sat down next to him, and used the clean towel to wipe up the residual mess from their latest round of sex. “Your stamina is out of control.”
A giddy laugh left Peter’s mouth. “I’m not sure all people my age can go this long. I could be unique.”
“I sure hope you are, because I’m not letting you go for anything.” Peter’s breath was stolen by Tony’s tongue filling his mouth with a sensual kiss. “Now - as much as I hate to say this, I think it’s time we stopped.”
“Tired already, old man?” He teased, as his hand went to Tony’s chest, fingers pushing through soft tufts of grey hair. “Don’t fall asleep on me already.”
“Some of us need to recharge.” Tony’s arm draped over his back, as he found a comfortable spot to rest his head on his chest. “We can have more sex in the morning.”
“It is morning.”
“You know what I mean.”
Peter smiled, and nodded. “Fine. Good night, Grandpa.”
“Mother fucker.”
He laughed, then kissed Tony’s beard. “I’m not going to say I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Liar.”
“Okay, maybe a little.”
Smiling, he fell asleep in Tony’s arms before he could say anything else.
****
As promised, Tony did have more sex with him in the morning. And after he dropped him off at his apartment, Peter had received three dozen red roses with a card that he put up on his fridge. “Go out with me again. And again. Please. No is not an acceptable answer. T.S.” Peter looked at his phone and saw Tony’s number.
“Fine, I’ll go out with you again.” He sent to him, a smile on his face.
“Tonight?”
“Why did you bring me home, if you want to go out tonight??” Peter shook his head.
“Courtesy. Now, are we going out tonight? Remember, no isn’t an option.”
Leaning against his counter, Peter replied. “We are. Pick me up at seven.”
“Yes, dear. See you then.”
He pulled up his message with Ned, and began texting. “Tony and I are going out again tonight. So, thanks? You were right - he’s kind of perfect. I think I may finally have a boyfriend.”
“Alright!!! Tell me all about later! You go, Pete!”
Peter set his phone down, and shook his head. How one blind date had turned into something like this, he would never know. Looking at the roses, all he could do was smile and accept this as his new reality. At least Tony hadn’t sent an alpaca. But he wouldn’t put it past him to do it in the future. Dating Tony Stark was going to be a wild ride, and he was looking forward to all the thrills it would bring him.
