An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 12/?
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Peter Parker/Steve Rogers
Here is a snippet from chapter 12, where things start to get spicy.
Around 10:30, the crowd began to thin. People made their way across the lawn to the front gates, where several drivers waited. Steve and Peter were the only ones left at the table. Carol, and Bucky had gone to bed. Wanda, Ned and MJ had stepped outside to smoke. They had invited Peter to go with them, but Peter declined. He was tempted, but he wasn’t sure if the taste of smoke on his mouth would bother Steve. He didn’t want anything to deter Steve from kissing him.
Peter yawned sleepily, and Steve smiled at him. “You tired?” Steve asked, leaning close to Peter.
Peter shook his head quickly. “No, I’m okay,” Peter said.
Steve glanced around. There weren't very many people left. They seemed to have finally stolen a moment of privacy. He leaned in and kissed Peter soft and slowly. Peter found it difficult not to moan into the sweet kiss. He relished the taste of the whiskey on Steve's breath.
Steve pulled away, and rested his head against Peter. “Do you wanna get out of here?” He asked.
“Okay,” Peter whispered, his heart skipping a beat. Steve stood up and swallowed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp. “Let me just go say goodbye to Ned and MJ,” Peter said.
They made their way outside, to where Ned, MJ, and Wanda stood in a circle. “I think we might turn in,” Steve said. “I wanted to thank you guys for coming.”
“It-it was an honor to be invited, uh Captain, sir,” Ned said, turning in an attempt to hide the burning joint behind his back. The smoke made it obvious, but Steve just chuckled.
“You’re both turning in?” MJ asked, wiggling her eyebrows at Steve. He flushed, and MJ laughed. “Happy birthday America.”
“Don’t be strangers,” Peter said as he hugged his friends goodbye. Steve shook hands with them both, and Peter hugged Wanda goodnight. They turned to go.
“Have fuuuun,” Wanda called after them in a singsong voice. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Smiling, Steve placed a hand on the small of Peter’s back as they climbed the steps towards the main building. “Then I guess nothings off the table.”
Peter laughed nervously, and Steve smiled at the sound.
“Would you like to go to my room?” Steve asked, when they reached the hallway inside.
“Yeah,” Peter said. Steve took his hand and led him down the hallway. Peter’s heartbeat grew louder in his ears with every step.
When they reached Steve’s door, he unlocked it, and stepped inside, holding the door open for Peter to follow. Steve moved to place the new compass on his desk, and the door swung shut behind him. Peter barely had a chance to take in the tidy room, before Steve was there, looming over him.
He backed Peter up against the door, planting his forearms on either side of Peter's head. He swooped down, taking Peter’s lips. He didn’t kiss him slowly this time. The moment their lips touched, Steve’s tongue was requesting access to Peter's mouth. Peter moaned into the kiss as Steve explored his mouth. Peter gasped as Steve’s teeth found his bottom lip, biting ever so gently.
Steve picked Peter up, and carried him to the beb. He laid him down on his back, and climbed on top of him. Using his entire body weight, Steve pressed his hips into Peter’s, grinning devilishly when Peter let out an involuntary whimper. “Do you like that?” Steve asked, leaning down to whisper in his ear. In response, Peter wrapped his arms around Steve's neck.
“I missed you,” Peter whispered, his heart feeling full.
“I missed you too,'' Steve said, kissing him again. He pulled back a moment later to stare into Peter's chocolate colored eyes. “I really want to do this,” he said softly. “But I want to do this the right way… am I moving too fast for you?”
Peter shook his head. “I’m okay with this pace,” he said.
“...have you done this before?” Steve asked.
“No, I haven’t,” Peter said. His heartbeat pounded in his ears.
Steve rolled so that he was no longer on top of Peter, but he kept his arms wrapped around him. “I’ve never been with a man before,” Steve said. “What do you want to happen tonight, Peter?”
“I don’t know,” Peter said truthfully. “What do you want?”
“I’d like to fuck you.” Steve said, without skipping a beat. He looked down at Peter through his eyelashes.
Peter was shocked. Not because of what Steve wanted. He was shocked by his language. Steve wasn’t as prude about language as everyone made him out to be, but he had never heard the man use that particular word. He liked the way it sounded.
“Okay,” Peter said. “But, can we do more than that too?”
Steve smiled, leaning down to give Peter a quick kiss. “We can do everything eventually. But what do you want tonight?”
Speaking like this was something that would have made the old Peter blush. But after fighting so hard to gain control over his own body… he wasn’t afraid to ask for what he wanted anymore. The words came clearly to Peter’s mind. “I want to suck you off.”
Steve dick twitched in his pants, and he grinned. “That would be nice.” He kissed Peter, before rolling off of him, and sitting up. He stood up, faced Peter, and began to unbuckle his belt.
“Wait—” Peter said. “Let me.”
He rolled off the bed, landing on his knees in front of Steve. Steve ran his fingers through Peter’s hair, while Peter unbuttoned the front of Steve’s slacks. Steve pulled his face against the front of his pants, and Peter kissed the sizable bulge.
Peter unzipped Steve’s pants, and pulled down the front of Steve’s underwear. Steve was big. Easily 10 inches, and thick. “Give it a kiss,” Steve said, his voice in that moment sounding deeper than usual.
Peter smiled up at Steve, before kissing the tip of his cock. Then he opened his mouth, taking as much of Steve as he could.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Steve groaned, his hands tightening in Peter’s hair.
He guided Peter’s head, and in no time at all, Peter was gagging. “I’m sorry,” Steve said, pulling his hips back. But Peter responded by placing his hands on Steve’s ass and pulling him back into his mouth.
Peter couldn’t fit the whole thing in his mouth. Not yet.
Steve pulled out of his mouth, and bent down, suddenly craving Peter’s lips. He kissed him, rough and wet. Then he stood back up. “You know, with this whole super soldier thing… I can go more than once,” he said, stroking Peter’s jaw as he spoke. “I want you to swallow my first load.”
Peter’s dick throbbed in his pants at the words and he grinned. “Okay.”
Steve’s pants were around his ankles, and Peter’s mouth was back on Steve’s cock. He bobbed up and down trying to keep his throat relaxed. Steve thrust his hips into Peter’s warmth, his thick pubes brushing against Peter’s nose.
Peter pulled his mouth off, and jacked Steve off with his hand. He licked Steve’s balls, taking each one in his mouth. Steve lightly smacked Peter’s cheek with his dick, loving the way Peter looked on his knees in front of him.
His cock was back in Peter’s mouth, and he was trusting ferociously. His fingers tightened in Peter’s hair. He pulled Peter’s head down, and held him there as he came. His load came out in several thick spurts, and going straight down Peter’s throat.
Peter gasped as he pulled back. His eyes were wet, but he smiled dreamily up at Steve. “That was really hot,” he said.
Steve pulled Peter to his feet, and stepped out of his pants completely. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said deviously.
Steve was touching him now. Unbuttoning his shirt, and removing his belt. He ran his massive hands up and down Peter’s torso, relishing how small he looked in his hands. Peter fumbled with Steve’s shirt, desperate for more.
Soon Steve was fully naked, his cock still hard, and Peter wore nothing but his black boxer briefs. Steve hooked a finger inside the waistband of Peter’s underwear, and kissed him. He pulled away and stared down at Peter. “Can I?”
Steve removed Peter’s underwear. Peter gasped at the feel of Steve's rough hand on his cock. He moaned as Steve jacked him off. After a moment, he lifted Peter off the ground, and lay him on the bed. Peter trembled, as Steve’s cock brushed against his hole.
“You okay, Queens?” Steve asked, kissing Peter’s neck.
“Sorry, just a little nervous,” Peter breathed. Steve’s cock was big.
“Don’t be,” Steve said, brushing the hair from Peter’s eyes. “I’ll take care of you. I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is lie there. Tell me how it feels, and be honest if I hurt you.”
“I can take it,” Peter breathed. “As long as it makes you feel good.”
Steve smiled, bending down to kiss Peter. “It will feel good,” Steve said. “But I need you to communicate with me. I want to make sure that this is just as amazing for you.”
“Okay,” Peter said, smiling.
Steve spread Peter’s legs and spit on his hand. “Relax,” he said and he slipped a finger inside him. Peter gasped, and Steve bent down to kiss him while he moved his finger in and out. He pulled back and examined Peter’s expression before inserting a second finger. “You’re doing so well,” he praised, and Peter moaned.
Soon, Peter was ready for a third finger. Peter’s cheeks were red, and his cock twitched. “Please…” he whispered.
Steve smirked. “Please what baby?” He asked, curling his finger inside Peter. “Tell me what you want.”
Peter moaned as Steve found a special little spot inside him. “Please, Steve… I need more. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Yeah?” Steve asked with a grin.
“Fuck me Steve,” Peter begged. Steve removed his fingers. “How do you want me?” Peter asked.
“Like this,” Steve said. “On your back. I want to see your eyes.”
Peter nodded. His limbs were putty in Steve’s hands. Steve hooked Peter's legs over his shoulders. He lifted Peter’s hips and lined himself up with Peter’s entrance.
The truth was, Steve wanted him on his back, so that he could see if his facial expression. He didn’t want to hurt him. “Relax,” Steve said, pinching one of Peter’s nipples with his fingers. “Breath.”
Steve pushed in, and Peter moaned at the intrusion. Steve inched forward, before stopping. “How you doing baby?” He asked.
Peter panted. “Maybe just let me adjust?” He asked.
Steve didn’t move. “Tell me when you want more baby. You’re doing so well.”
After a minute Peter nodded, and Steve pushed deeper inside of him. He stopped when Peter whinded. He kissed Peter’s neck.
Peter stared at Steve, a sculpture of muscle looming over him. “Can I?” He asked, reaching up. Steve smiled, and pulled his hands onto his chest. He explored his torso, muscled carved from stone.
“You ready?” Steve asked. Peter nodded, and soon Steve was fully sheathed inside him. Steve was still, waiting for Peter’s green light. His thick arms bracketed Peter’s head.
“You can move,” Peter said, breathless.
Steve moved in and out slowly. Achingly slow. He wanted it faster, deeper, harder. But he was patient.
With a sudden stroke of inspiration, Steve grabbed Peter’s wrists. Taking both wrists in one hand, he pinned them to the bed above Peter. “Is this okay?” Steve asked, eyeing Peter.
“Fuck yeah,” he whispered with a shiver.
Steve smirked, raising an eyebrow. He gave one quick thrust into Peter. “Is that what you like, hmm?” He whispered into Peter’s ear. “You want me to control you?”
Peter couldn’t believe this was happening. “Yes,” he whispered.
“This is going to be fun,” Steve said. And he was fucking him now. In and out, deep and slow. Peter was moaning loudly, and Steve was grateful that the walls were thick. Steve went harder and deeper, relishing in the sounds escaping from Peter’s mouth. Steve hitched his hips higher, searching for a better angle, craving more. He fucked Peter deeper and harder. Peter was coming undone.
Steve reached in between them, pulling Peter’s dick. Peter gasped.
“You’re mine Peter Parker,” Steve growled into his ear. “All mine.”
“Yes— all yours,” Peter gasped. “Steve I’m gonna—I’m—”
“Do it,” Steve commanded.
Peter erupted, hot cum spilling onto his chest.
“Fuuuck,” Steve growled, taking in the beautiful sight before him. Steve bent down, and kissed Peter. Over and over again. On his cheeks. His nose. His lips. “Did you like that?” He asked against Peter’s lips.
“That—that was amazing,” Peter panted. He stared up into Steve’s eyes. “You don’t need to stop. I want you to keep going.”
Steve didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled out of Peter, and stood up. “All fours,” he commanded. Peter turned over, and clutched a pillow as Steve lined up with his hole again. Peter moaned as Steve reeneterd him.
Steve wasn’t pacing himself now. He fucked Peter harder. Steve spanked Peter’s ass, and Peter exclaimed “Oh!” in surprise.
He pushed Peter flat into the mattress, blanketing his body with his own. He thrust in, using his entire body weight to drive his cock inside the younger man. He rubbed his beard against the back on Peter’s neck. He grabbed a fistful of Peter’s hair, and gently pulled his head back so he could kiss Peter. He grunted Peter’s name.
Three little words very nearly slipped out of Steve’s mouth as he came for the second time. Instead, he growled as he filled Peter with his seed.
He collapsed on top of Peter, breathing hard. He stayed there inside him for a moment, before pulling out. He rolled off, and Peter turned to face him. Steve wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to his chest.
“That was—amazing,” Steve panted.
“Yeah it was,” Peter agreed.
Steve kissed Peter, soft and sweet. “You have no idea how perfect you are for me,” he whispered when he pulled away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Steve stood up, and led Peter into the bathroom. He turned the shower on and stepped inside. He held his arm out, inviting Peter to join him. Steve held him against his chest. They washed each others hair, taking turns under the hot water. Steve kissed Peter sweetly.
When they got out of the shower, Steve found an extra toothbrush for Peter. Peter brushed his teeth in front of the mirror, and Steve wrapped his arms around his chest from behind. “You are staying the night, right?” Steve asked, sweetly.
Peter’s eyes brightened as he looked at Steve in the mirror. “Yesh pleash,” he said through a mouthful of toothpaste.
Steve crawled under the covers, holding them back for Peter to join him. Peter slid in beside him, and kissed him. Peter turned around and Steve pulled him close, spooning him tightly.
“Did you have a good time?” Steve asked, kissing the pack of Peter’s neck. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Steve, it was perfect,” Peter assured him, craning his neck to bring his mouth to Steve’s. “I like being in your bed,” he sighed sleepily. He snuggled into Steve, using his bicep as a pillow.
Steve smiled. “Me too, Queens. Me too.”
