Title: Pictures Don't Lie
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker)
Rating: Mature (Modern Day AU - Angst and Feels - Angst with a Happy Ending - Mild NSFW)
Word Count: 2,300
Summary: Tony gets caught doing something harmless, and suffers the repercussions of it.
A/N: Here's my next offering for @starkerfestivals summer bingo event! Please enjoy!
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Red wine dripped off of Tony’s face, his shirt saturated with the beverage that had just been thrown on him. He watched Peter’s retreating form, his lover in clear distress, waving his hands around as he grabbed his keys off the table in the foyer of their shared apartment. He heard Peter yell a loud “Fuck you, Tony!” before storming out of their penthouse, slamming the door shut behind him.
He reached for a napkin, taking a moment to wipe off the Merlot that had made his face sticky. It was fine. He knew that Peter was going to have a strong reaction to what he’d just told him, but it was better if he heard from him first, right? Tony sighed. Maybe not. Maybe it would have been better another way.
“Friday - keep an eye on Peter tonight, okay?” He spoke to his AI, who he knew could hear him as he’d programmed the penthouse to always have her on hand.
“Of course, boss. Did something happen?” Friday’s voice came through the speaker.
“No.” He lied. Of course something had happened. Another fuck up of his in a long life of fuck ups. And here he’d thought that things had been going pretty well for both him and Peter.
Clearly, that was a mistake.
The sun was setting on the isle of Manhattan, painting it in the beautiful colors of pink and orange, the skyline lighting up with nature’s beautiful symphony on full display. He left the dining room table and walked towards the balcony, pulling off his wine soaked shirt as he got closer to an escape. He dropped the shirt on the floor and went outside, needing to put space between him and the mess that had happened only twenty minutes ago.
Things had gone well. Peter had come home after working a bit later in the office. That’s where he’d met him. Tony had hired the best to come out of MIT, and Peter had been the star graduate last year. He put him on a special project that had the two of them working side by side, and through daily interactions it became quite clear to Tony that he’d found his equal. His partner. The person he could trust his life with.
Thankfully, Peter Parker had felt the same way, and two months after they began to work close together, he moved into Tony’s penthouse apartment.
A soft sigh left Tony’s mouth as he gripped the railing of the balcony. His heart hurt. His head ached. His shoulders were too tight, and his stomach felt like it was going to regurgitate everything he’d eaten at dinner. Had it been in bad taste to save the important bits of conversation until the end of the meal? In hindsight, he knew that the answer was yes.
The picture that had caused such a stir in his lover was still on the table, looking like a mocking portrait that could only cause harm to him and his own. Tony hated that there had been a miscommunication between the both of them. Peter had told him that all he wanted from him was honesty. And here Tony was, being as honest as he could be, and was getting screwed because of it.
His phone vibrated in his pocket. Letting go of the cool railing, he pulled it out and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. “I won’t be coming home tonight. Don’t ask me when I’m coming back. I don’t know. I won’t be at work tomorrow. Leave me be for a bit, Tony. Please.”
Of course he was going to give Peter the space that he deserved. That was needed right now. But, Tony was stubborn. He didn’t want Peter to run away. Not when they could talk about this, and discuss what had happened. “Take care.” It was all he could muster up the courage to say to him, when everything inside of him was breaking apart.
Walking back inside, he took a look at the photograph and the anger returned. He had done nothing wrong. He’d gone to see his ex, and while the photograph looked more incriminating than it truly was, a picture was worth a thousand words. And it was clear what those words were.
Cheater.
Liar.
Destroyer of happiness.
Tony had gone to see his ex after a text had been sent to him, requesting for a friendly meeting. Tony didn’t think it was going to turn into this big production, but once he saw this photograph he knew that it was going to ruin everything. One simple act of kindness - two old friends sharing what was only a friendly laugh but could be seen as something more - had taken away the one person he’d cared about the most and pushed him away.
"I need to show you something.” Tony had said, as they were finishing up their pasta. “And you’re not going to like it.”
“Why do you think that?” His young lover - younger by about twenty years - looked up at him, the smile he loved to see so much present on his face. “I can’t be mad at you, Tony. You know I love you.”
“I know, sweetheart. But trust me, this is going to hurt. And please, believe me when I say that I had no intention of hurting you like this.”
The smile started to slip off of Peter’s face. “Tony, you’re scaring me now. What’s going on?”
He picked up the manila envelope that had been sitting on the table this entire time, and took the photograph out of it. He put it on the table, and saw Peter’s face begin to grow pale. “It isn’t how it looks.”
“Bullshit.” Peter pointed at the picture. “That’s Pepper Potts, isn’t it?”
“It is.” Tony had been open with Peter about his previous partners. Pepper had been someone he’d intended on making a life with, but things never worked out that way. Tony was actually glad that had happened, as it wouldn’t have brought Peter into his life. “But it’s like I said, it isn’t how it looks.”
“She’s got her arms around you.” Peter kept staring at the image. “You’re laughing.”
“I know.”
“You never laugh like that.”
He felt his stomach twist. “You know that isn’t true, Peter. I laugh with you like that often.”
“Did you sleep with her?”
“No.”
“You’re lying.”
“No, I’m not.”
The chair Peter was sitting on scraped against the floor as he hastily stood up. Tony was about to say something when Peter picked up his glass of wine, and threw it on him. “Fuck you, Tony.” He heard the tears in Peter’s voice, whether they were from anger or sadness, Tony didn’t know. He watched him leave, and heard him grab his keys off the table. Another loud ‘fuck you’, and his lover was gone.
All because of one stupid moment captured on film, making it look like two old flames rekindling something that was no longer there. Tony knew that Peter had every right to have reacted the way he had. If he'd come across a picture of Peter with MJ like this, well….Tony knew how he would respond, and how Peter reacted was with more dignity than he was physically capable of.
He went to his shared bedroom with Peter and went into their bathroom. He got into the shower, peeling off the rest of his clothes before doing so, needing to wash both the wine and his sadness off of his body. If this was the end between him and Peter, then fine. He’d make sure that Peter found a place to work at that could utilize both his talent and his charm to be a direct competitor to Stark Industries. He never meant to hurt him by spending time with his ex. It was a misunderstanding.
But aren’t all break ups caused by a misunderstanding? At least, to one person they might be. To the other, it might be as plain as day why the relationship was coming to an end. Tonight, it seemed that Tony was aware of both sides, and had to accept it.
Sleep was impossible. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling like utter death as the person that should be next to him was no longer there. He was tempted to ask Friday where he was, but decided that that might not be the wisest idea. For all he knew, Peter was getting revenge on him by sleeping with someone from his past. Wanting to even the score, even though there was no score to settle.
The front door of the penthouse opened at close to three in the morning. Tony held his breath as he saw a shadow walk into the room. The air smelled like booze. Peter had gone drinking. He could smell the whisky on his breath from twenty feet away. He heard him sniffle, and then saw his shadow begin to take off his clothes. Tony kept his breath quiet, as he didn’t want Peter to know he was awake. But, it seemed his younger lover knew because as soon as he hit the bed, he crawled into Tony’s space and put his arms around him.
Tony didn’t hesitate. He pulled Peter into a hug, letting him cry against his shoulder. “I didn’t cheat on you.” Tony whispered into his ear, as he heard Peter cry harder. “You’re the only person I want, Peter. No one else. Pepper is a distant memory. She’s a friend. Nothing more.”
“Do you promise?” Peter’s voice cracked, as he pulled his head away from Tony’s shoulder and stared into his eyes. “I can’t do this again, Tony. I don’t like how this feels. I feel awful. I feel sick.”
“That’s because you drank too much.” Tony tried to lighten the mood, his lip curled up in a half-smirk. “Did you get a fifth on sale?”
“I went and hung out with Ned.” Peter returned his head to his shoulder, and exhaled a long sigh. “I need you to promise me what you’re saying is the truth.”
He brought his hand up to Peter’s face, and wiped away a few tears from his cheek. “I promise, Peter. There is no one else. Only you.”
“How do I know that?”
“You have to trust me.” Tony knew that was a tall ask. “I trust you.”
“I want to trust you, but I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“You hurting me. Again.” A broken whisper came out of Peter’s mouth.
Lowering himself down to be face to face with Peter, he looked into his eyes and could see the tears still there. “I will probably hurt you, but not because it’s my intention. I’m human, Peter. I expect you to hurt me too, but what makes us stronger is when we talk about it. When we don’t run away from each other.”
“I’m sorry.” Peter bit his lip.
“Don’t be. You had every right to leave.” He brought his forehead to Peter’s, and took a deep breath. “You came home.”
“I wanted to be with you. I needed to know that I was wrong.”
“Be patient with me, Peter. You’re going to see things you may not want to see, but always know that you are the only person who has this.” He brought Peter’s hand to his chest. “No one else gets this. Only you. You’re the only person I’m in love with.”
“Tony…”
Peter kissed him first, Tony willingly letting him take control of the kiss with a deep groan. His arms slid around Peter’s naked body, pulling him to lay on top of him as their kiss continued to deepen. Peter’s tongue filled his mouth, making parts of his body sing for joy, while it healed the ache in both his head and his heart. He felt Peter roll his hips, pushing himself against his body, Tony welcoming the touch with another deep groan.
“I love you.” He whispered into Peter’s ear, as his cock slid deep into his body, Peter’s soft moans now filling his ears. “I love you so much, Peter.”
“I l-love you, Tony!” Peter cried out, his moans becoming louder. “Oh, God…”
“Yes, sweetheart…” Tony knew that his lover was close. He reached between their bodies and began to pump his cock with his fist, his hips moving in an erratic pattern.
“Tony!!”
It was all he needed to hear. All he ever wanted to hear. Peter fell from his high as Tony brought him to an orgasm, the warmth of his hot seed flowing between his fingers as he pumped his cock through the bliss. Tony’s hips stuttered as a deep moan left his own mouth, thrusting deep inside for one final time as his own cock exploded, pouring his essence into Peter’s warm channel.
After a quick clean up, Peter secured himself back in Tony’s arms. “I vote tomorrow be a do nothing day.” Peter yawned, as Tony’s fingers began to play with the curls on the back of Peter’s neck.
“I think that’s an excellent plan.” Tony brushed his lips against Peter’s temple. “I’m sorry, Peter. Truly.”
“I know, Tony. I’m sorry too.” Peter lifted his head, and kissed him on the lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He waited for Peter to fall asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time something like this happened, but he was for sure going to try to make sure it didn’t happen again. But he was only human, and sometimes made bad choices. Luckily, though, his lover had been the right choice. Peter Parker was his better half; always had been and always would be. That made Tony Stark the luckiest man on the planet.
Title: Benefits
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Starker (Peter Parker x Tony Stark)
Rating: Explicit (Aged Up Peter - College AU - FWB - Explicit Sexual Content - Kissing - Anal Sex)
Word Count: ~5,270
Prompt: Friends with Benefits (FWB)
Summary: Peter becomes very close friends with one of the grad students at school.
A/N: Here’s my next contribution to the @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo event! Please enjoy!
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“Parker - catch.”
Holding his left hand up, Peter caught the flying object that was soaring his way, courtesy of the graduate student that was currently assisting this lab hour. He set the object down on the desk without bothering to look at it, his eyes glued to the notebook in front of him, as he was deep in his notes, trying to figure out why his experiment was consistently failing. Surely it was the experiment and not him. But, it was looking like it was his mistakes that kept happening.
“Nice catch.” He startled, turning to look to his left, where the same person that had thrown the item at him was now standing. Peter Parker, a recent sophomore here at good old MIT, was taking classes far above what was expected of him at this stage in the game, and he was feeling it. This lab was intense. “You having issues with your experiments?”
Words that were spoken with kindness, not teasing. He was always used to this assistant teasing the shit out of him. “Thanks, Tony.” He looked at the grad student - one Tony Stark, who was on his way to do brilliant things with his future. His father was already in the industry, changing the world at large, and as far as he knew, Tony was going to be doing the same. They ran in different circles on campus, but because their science department was so small, it was hard not to know just who Tony Stark was. “I think I’ve figured it out.”
“Show me.” Tony got the ingredients to replicate the experiment. “Let’s do it together.”
“I can do it on my own.” Peter tried not to sound annoyed, as he knew Tony was helping him. It didn’t help that Tony was wearing that nice cologne that Peter had tried to find out the name of, because it always smelled so good on him. Not now. He shook those thoughts out of his head, and stared at the items that Tony had set in front of him. “I’m sure there’s someone else you can bug right now besides me.”
“Yeah, but I like bugging you, Parker.” Tony was teasing him again. Always teasing. “Look, if I’m giving you performance anxiety, I can leave.”
His cheeks burst into flames, his face feeling flushed and hot all at once as Tony chose the wrong thing to say to him. “You’re not!” He managed to squeak out, feeling ridiculous for even acknowledging what Tony had just said. “I can do it just fine, thank you very much.”
“Go on, then.” Tony leaned back on the stool he sat down on. “Show me.”
Out of pure spite, Peter grabbed the materials and began to measure everything exact to how the experiment was supposed to go. He double checked his math, and put the final part of the experiment into action. Instead of it fizzing out, it did what it was supposed to, making Peter’s shoulders drop in relief that he’d finally gotten it to do what it was supposed to do.
“Good job, kid.” Tony put his hand on his shoulder, and gave it a firm squeeze. “I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks, Tony.” He grinned, feeling a bit better about everything. But then, he realized that Tony was touching him, and panic began to reignite inside of his own head. Shit! He laughed it off as Tony pulled his hand away. “Guess I did need someone to watch what I was doing besides myself.”
“Usually winds up being the case.” Tony stepped around his lab table. “Listen - you busy tomorrow night?”
“I don’t think so.” Peter knew for a fact that he was not busy. All he did was study, and he could use a night off. “Why?”
“You should meet me at Naples for some pizza and beer.”
The suggestion made his stomach roll. Was Tony asking him to hang out? Him?? “Uh, okay!” Peter said, feeling a bit lost. “What time?”
“Let’s say six thirty. Good?”
“Good.” Peter nodded.
“Excellent. See you then, Parker.” Tony walked over to the next table, beginning to tease them in the same manner as Peter had just been teased.
Peter wrote out his notes for his successful experiment, all the while his brain was screaming at him that he was going to be meeting the Tony Stark for dinner tomorrow night. It was probably going to be a group gathering, and would be nothing special. Peter reminded himself that Tony was very well known on campus, and pretty popular, considering he was a big science geek.
But what if it wasn’t? What if he was going to be the only one there with Tony?
He groaned, then shook his head. No, no. He’d be with a bunch of people. That was how it was going to be. And really, he was excited that someone was asking him to hang out. He was tired of sitting in his dormitory, doing little to nothing except for watching movies and sometimes playing on his roommate’s PS5. Getting out would be good for him.
Or, it might kill him. Fifty fifty, either way.
***
Peter walked into Naples the next night, and was shocked to find it extremely packed. And then he realized it was Friday - of course it was going to be packed. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in Cambridge, and this was one of the popular places to hang out on the weekends. He looked around and saw Tony was sitting at a hightop, looking like he was alone. Oh shit.
Dodging both waiters and patrons, Peter snaked his way over to where Tony was sitting, and then tapped him on the shoulder from behind. “Hey, Tony!” He greeted, the smile on his lips hurting his face. “I’m not late, am I?”
“You’re right on time, Mr. Parker.” Tony pointed to the seat across from him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered us a pitcher of beer, a pizza, and some wings. You good with that?”
“Sure.” Peter had no objections. “Wait, what kind of pizza?” He glanced at Tony, who had a smirk on his face that was doing a number on his heart. This was such a bad idea.
Tony grabbed a pint glass, and poured Peter some beer. “If I say Hawaiian, are you going to leave me right now?”
“Nah. Pineapple on pizza is okay with me.” Peter took the glass, his fingers brushing against Tony’s. “Is it just us tonight?”
Peter took a sip of beer as Tony nodded his head. “Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. Surprising.” Peter admitted, talking a bit louder as the music in the joint was really loud. “Figured you’d have a hot date or something.”
Two hazel eyes stared at him. “Peter, you should know better than anyone that we can’t afford to have any sort of romantic connections in our lives. Not when there is important work to be done in the name of science.”
“R-Right.” He laughed, wondering if Tony was being serious or if this was another one of his jokes. “I don’t have a girlfriend either.”
“What about boyfriend?” Tony tapped his glass against his as an afterthought of cheers.
Peter struggled to swallow his sip of beer, not at all prepared to be asked that question. “No boyfriend either.” He shook his head, his cheeks returning to that inflamed state, his hands suddenly feeling very clammy. “You?”
“No boyfriends for me either. No time.” Tony shrugged. “Ah, our pizza and wings have arrived!”
Their server brought a very large pizza that was covered in every single meat available on the menu. The wings looked saucy and good, served with blue cheese and a few carrots. “This looks great. Did you already pay?” Peter asked.
“I did. But it’s cool. You can get the next one.” Tony winked, making Peter’s stomach perform a few flip flops.
“N-Next one.” Peter nodded, feeling like his head was going to explode. Why would there even be a next one? He was going to ruin this night somehow, someway. He just knew it was bound to happen.
Tony was easy to talk to. Peter figured that since he was a graduate student, that there would be a gap in what they would talk about, but he was very wrong. Tony, in fact, was initiating most of the conversation, which ranged from a variety of things - movies, music, chemistry, neurophysics. They wound up ordering another pitcher of beer and a large basket of fries, neither of them ready to end their conversation.
Peter finished his last sip of beer, and threw the last fry into his mouth. “When are we doing this again?” He asked Tony.
“You free tomorrow night?” Tony suggested.
“I am free.” Peter smiled. “Want to go watch a movie? I heard they’re playing a classic at the dollar theater.”
“Define classic, young blood.”
“Um, it was made in the 80s?”
“Okay, that’s really not a classic per se, but I’ll allow it.”
A rich laugh left Peter’s mouth. “Oh, well. Good.” He grinned. “Tomorrow night. 7pm. My treat.”
“We’re getting dinner afterwards. This shit wasn’t cheap tonight.” Tony pointed to the leftovers of their feast.
“Of course, Tony.” He had planned on that anyway. “You live nearby?”
“I do not.” Tony stood up, and left a couple of dollars on the table, even though he’d already tipped earlier. “You good to get back to your place on your own?”
“I am.” Peter didn’t live that far away from the establishment. “See you tomorrow night?”
“See ya, kid.”
He watched as Tony left, multiple people reaching out to him to say hi, leaving Peter at their table. Did he really suggest that the two of them go see a movie tomorrow night? Well, maybe Tony would bail out on him tomorrow. He forgot to get his number. Whatever. If he showed up tomorrow, cool. If he didn’t, well, Peter had wanted to see the movie anyway.
***
Two weeks later, Peter’s phone began to vibrate on the lab table. He was busy typing on his laptop to look at it, but he knew exactly who it was. The same person he’d been texting almost daily the last couple of weeks.
“Aren’t you going to answer that?” His lab partner asked, who was also busy on their laptop.
“Nah, it’s fine.” Peter knew that Tony knew he was busy today. Tony had become a constant fixture in his life after that first night at Naples. He knew they were friends, but he wasn’t sure what kind of friends they were. Were they close friends? Just okay friends? Could they be something more than just friends? Peter groaned, hating that he was thinking about that again, when he knew he should be concentrating on the subject at hand.
“You okay, Parker?” He looked to his left, and saw his partner was side-eyeing him. “You seem a little distracted.”
Picking up his phone, he locked his screen and shrugged. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room and went out to the hallway. Leaning up against the wall, he took a deep breath and then looked at his phone, knowing that there was a text waiting for him.
“You busy right now?”
Peter rolled his eyes. “You know I have lab. What’s up?”
“Need your help. Come to my place after your lab?”
His heart rate jumped at the suggestion. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m leaving.”
“See you soon.”
He put his phone back into his pocket, and tried to ignore the way his heart was beginning to hammer in his chest. It was an innocent invitation. Friends hung out at their friend’s places all the time. This wasn’t abnormal. It didn’t mean anything. Totally normal.
Too bad Peter secretly wished it wasn’t. He wanted it to mean something else. He really was crushing on Tony. Bad.
Somehow he got through his lab, and then it was time to head to Tony’s place. He sent him a quick text with ‘OMW’ and then began to walk briskly towards where Tony’s apartment was. He’d been there a few times the past couple of weeks, more so than Tony had been to his dormitory which was totally fine by Peter. He wasn’t too thrilled with the dorm situation himself, but he tolerated it because it was all he could afford.
Tony pulled the door open before he could knock. “You’re here.” Tony looked relieved to see him, and Peter stood still as Tony draped himself against his body, hugging him in a way that took Peter’s breath away. “I was afraid you weren’t going to show up.”
“I told you I’d be here.” A nervous laugh left his mouth as he returned Tony’s hug in an almost awkward manner. But Tony didn’t seem to mind, as he kept himself in Peter’s arms. “Something going on, Tony?”
“You could say that.” The weight disappeared off of his chest, Peter’s face becoming flushed as Tony turned around and walked into his apartment. “I need to ask a favor of you.”
Following him in, he shut the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. “I’ll do what I can.” Peter didn’t have the resources to do a lot of things, but what he could do he would. Anything for Tony. “What do you need?”
“I need you to tell me if I’m a good kisser or not.”
He stared at Tony, his mouth dropping open a little in surprise. “I’m sorry?”
“I know, it’s so stupid.” Tony groaned, and fell onto the couch, his head now leaning over the back of the couch, his arm thrown over his head in a very dramatic fashion, because well, Tony. “I’m sorry. It’s such a dumb question, isn’t it?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s dumb.” Peter finally got his voice to work properly as he casually made his way to the couch. “Why are you asking?”
“Because I heard a rumor floating around about me and I’m not sure if it’s true.”
Peter’s eyebrow rose up. “Tony, what did you hear?”
“Someone said that I take too long with my kisses.” Tony sat up, his knee now resting against Peter’s as he had sat pretty close to where Tony had sat down. “They said that my kisses are annoying because I’m too thorough. Who says that? What’s wrong with that??”
“Why are you asking me?” The saliva that had been in his mouth was now completely gone, as he tried to calm his own nerves down.
“Because you’re my friend. Aren’t you?”
“I am, but friends don’t really kiss their friends like that.” Peter hoped his words weren’t coming out in a mean way. He was trying to keep his cool.
“We could, if you want.” Tony was looking down at his lap, his hands twitching a little nervously. “Unless you don’t want to.”
He had to take a second to think it over. “Are you offering to be friends with benefits with me, Tony?”
“I believe that I am, yes.”
This was bad. Like, really bad. There was no way he was hearing Tony correctly. Friends with benefits? Him? No way. He couldn’t do it. It would be too painful, knowing that that’s all they would ever be, when Peter was hoping for more. Wanted more.
But would it really be all that bad?
It would. No, it wouldn’t. It was too much to think about, and Peter knew that Tony was waiting for an answer. So he came out and said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he had a feeling he was going to regret the decision.
“Sure.” Peter nodded his head.
“You mean it?” Tony asked, scooting closer to him now that Peter had given him a definitive answer. “You can say no. I don’t want to pressure you or anything, Peter.”
He felt his heart thud in his chest at the way Tony said his name. “Just don’t go and fall in love with me, cuz then this would be weird.” He tried to joke, as Tony brought his hand up to his face and brought his closer to him.
“I’d never do that.” Peter’s toes curled inside of his shoes at the way Tony spoke to him. How intimate it was, making his head spin in ways he hadn’t felt in a very long time. “I’m going to kiss you now. Tell me if it’s bad, okay?”
“W-Will do.” He agreed, feeling like the world was slipping away as this weird new fantasy life was about to begin.
Tony’s lips brushed against his with a soft touch, and then it was followed by another. Peter felt himself leaning forward, chasing after those lips when Tony met him halfway and really began to kiss him. Peter felt himself being pushed back against the back of the couch, letting it happen as Tony’s hand was now holding close to his jaw, helping to keep his head tilted back in a way that would make the kiss less awkward. Peter could only moan as Tony’s tongue slipped into his mouth, the first touch of his tongue against his own made little stars burst behind his closed eyelids.
The kiss went on for another two minutes, Peter breathing through his nose as he refused to let his tongue stop touching Tony’s. But, the kiss came to an end, leaving the two of them panting as Tony stared into his eyes. “Well?”
“Not bad.” It came out a little breathless, as he was trying to recover from the intense kiss.
“Not bad?? Parker, I’ll have you know that I’m an excellent kisser. I cannot believe you’re saying not bad.” Tony crossed his arms over his chest, clearly upset that Peter would say anything other than ‘amazing’ to him.
Peter had lied. It was better than ‘not bad’. He wanted to tell Tony that his kisses were amazing and perfect, but he had to keep his boundaries up. If he didn’t, he was going to wind up with a very broken heart and he didn’t want that. He couldn’t afford to lose time with his studies to nurse a broken heart. “Maybe we should try again?” He asked, hoping it didn’t sound as desperate as it felt to suggest. Because he wanted Tony to kiss him again.
“Yeah, okay. You’re right. We need a control, and then more experiments. Good point.” Tony pulled Peter to sit on his lap facing him, Peter moving as if he were weightless. He was settled on Tony’s lap, Tony’s arms now around his waist as they looked into each other’s eyes. “You okay?”
“I am.” Peter put his arms around Tony’s neck, and lowered his head. “Guess we’ll try this again?”
“Yes, we will.”
They wound up making out for a good fifteen minutes before Peter pulled himself away from Tony. He really was a great kisser. How anyone could say otherwise was stupid. “That was nice.” Peter grinned, as the smile on Tony’s face spread. “Am I a bad kisser, Tony?”
“Never, baby.” His stomach rolled as Tony stared into his eyes. “Your lips are total perfection. And that tongue of yours. Boy, the things I’d like to see you do with it.”
A smirk tugged at his own lips. “Guess we’ll have to see where these benefits go, huh?” He slowly slid himself up higher on Tony’s lap, and brought his mouth back closer to his. “Let’s kiss some more, huh? Then I gotta go.”
“Next time you come over, you’re spending the night.” Tony murmured against his lips, then tugged on Peter’s bottom lip with his teeth. “You good with that, baby?”
“Y-Yeah.” Peter knew that spending the night would lead to things that he wouldn’t be able to control. Kisses were fine. This closeness was fine. But spending the night - even if they were now friends with benefits, he was worried he’d get too attached. And he couldn’t be, because that defeated the purpose of that label. That was a problem for future Peter. Right now, Peter wanted more of Tony’s tongue in his mouth. “Now, shut up and kiss me, Tony.”
“Anything you want, Peter.”
***
Peter figured that their benefits would stay in either of their places of residence, but a few days after the first kissing session, Peter found himself locked in the physics lab supply closet with Tony, who was kissing him like they were two kids making out in high school. After they’d finished, Peter left the closet and was followed out by Tony, who began to tap Peter on the shoulder as he walked away, leaving Peter to shake his head and smile as they went their separate ways.
He somehow managed to avoid going back to Tony’s place for a week, but then the following weekend, it became impossible to say no to. “Come over Friday night.” Tony was tossing dried blueberries into his mouth, his legs kicked up on the desk as he monitored the class that Peter was in. They were taking an exam, which Peter had finished early and set on the desk. “I won’t take no for an answer, Parker.”
“Fine, Tony.” He knew he couldn’t make up an excuse this time. “I’ll be there.”
“Goody.”
Two days later, Peter was standing in front of Tony’s apartment door. He knocked, and then saw Tony appear in the doorway, having opened the door two seconds after his knock. “Hey.” He greeted him, holding up his hand with a pathetic wave.
“Don’t you look handsome.” Tony extended his hand, and pulled him into the apartment. “Got a hot date after this?”
“No.” The tips of Peter’s ears burned, as he knew he’d dressed too fancy for this at home not date, friends hanging out, whatever this was. “Came from one, though.”
“You’re a regular playboy, aren’t you, Parker.” That seemed to make Tony smile, and Peter wondered if he was upset that he wasn’t the only one in Peter’s life, or if he knew that it was a total lie. “Care for a drink?”
“I’ll drink whatever you’re having.”
“Beer it is.”
He sat down on the couch, his shoes now off, his mismatched socks resting on the soft rug that was underneath Tony’s coffee table. “How’s your Friday night been so far?” He asked, as he saw Tony grabbing their beers. A pizza box was on the counter, which was brought over too.
“Now that you’re here, it’s much better.” Tony handed him his beer, then dropped the box on the coffee table. “Listen, I wanted to ask you something.”
“You just did.” He teased, holding his beer up to Tony’s, and tapped his against the glass. “What’s up?”
“You’re staying the night, right?” Peter nodded. “You know I want you to stay because I want to do terrible things with you in my bedroom, yeah?”
Beer almost shot through Peter’s nose as he’d been taking a sip before Tony had started along that trail of thought. “Why else would you want me to spend the night?” Peter wasn’t an idiot. “I kinda figured that’s where this was going.”
“And you’re cool with that?” Tony asked.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t, Tony.”
That seemed to make Tony visibly relax. “Cool. I mean, it’s just you said you were coming from a date, and like, I know we’re just friends who fool around, but like, I don’t want to complicate anything for you. You get what I mean?”
You already have complicated things. “You won’t be.” Peter lied, with a smile on his face. “That wasn’t anything serious. If you’re worried I’m going to sleep around, I’m not.”
“That was kind of what I was hoping to hear you say.” Tony clicked his bottle against his. “I guess here’s to a new fun thing for us?”
“Sounds like it, Tony.”
They drank their beers, and played a few rounds of Mario on Tony’s television, while eating pizza and talking about how much they hate their course loads right now. And once everything was all finished, Peter knew it wouldn’t be much longer until they went to Tony’s room. As if sensing his thoughts, Tony stood up and stretched.
“Care to join me in my bedroom now, Pete?” Tony asked, nodding his head towards the open door.
Peter stood up, stretching his own body. “Show me your room.” He agreed, and then felt Tony take his hand. Their fingers laced together as Tony led him over to the room, Peter constantly chanting in his mind that this meant nothing. That this was just pure physical attraction. Nothing else. Friends who liked to have fun. That was it.
Tony pulled him over to the bed, and pushed him down gently to lay down on it. “You look good on my bed, Parker.” Tony grinned, as he pulled his own shirt over his head. Peter’s eyes went to the scar on his chest, which Tony didn’t bother to cover. “Don’t worry about that.” He pointed to the very deep scar that was on his sternum. “Got into an accident when I was a kid. Had to have surgery.”
“Pretty bad accident.” Peter reached up to touch the scarred skin, and heard Tony inhale sharply as his fingers ghosted over the raised flesh. “Glad you’re still here.”
“Me too.”
Their eyes met, as Peter reached up and pulled Tony to lay on top of him. “When’s the last time you slept with someone?” Peter figured Tony was going to say a few weeks ago, as he felt his hands touch the hem of his shirt. It was removed in one swift action, one minute it was on and the next it was off, the two of them equally as naked.
“Couple of years.” Tony shrugged, as he brought his mouth to Peter’s neck. He tilted his head back, moaning softly as Tony’s lips touched his skin. “You?”
“Last year.” Peter lifted his hips up as Tony got his pants off, slipping his underwear off with them. He did the same to him, not at all weirded out by how natural this all felt. It was easy to be this intimate with him, when it should have been making him painfully nervous.
“Guess we’ll both have to remember how things are supposed to go, huh?” Tony chuckled, a little nervous laugh coming out of his mouth. Peter released his own nervous laugh, as Tony moved to lay on top of him. The tips of their cocks pushed together, causing them both to moan in an erotic manner. “Might explode a little fast tonight. Promise it won’t happen often.” Tony murmured against his lips, as they began to kiss each other, finding solace in an act they were both comfortable with.
Peter rolled his hips, rubbing himself against Tony with a soft whimper. “Explode. Make me explode. I don’t care. Sex is good, no matter what.”
“It truly is.” Tony’s tongue swiped at his upper lip. “Let’s see where this goes, huh?”
“Nnngh….” Peter’s answer was muted by Tony’s mouth closing over his own, their tongues coming together with needy, passionate kisses. Their cocks rubbed against each other, and soon Peter was a moaning mess, his cock leaking in a telltale sign that he was close. “T-Tony!” He cried out, knowing that it was going to be difficult to stop.
“I’m right here, baby.” Tony moaned low, his forehead now pressed against his. “You want to come?”
“Yes!” Peter cried, rocking his hips faster.
“Do it, baby. Go ahead and come.”
White heat flashed through his body as he began to come, the rubbing just enough as Tony’s cock pushed against his own. He could feel Tony’s hips stutter, and heard him moan low, a new warmth spreading over his stomach as Tony’s cum began to cover him. He fell back onto the bed, having raised his chest up in the heat of the moment, and began to pant hard, shocked by how good it felt.
Tony wiped up the mess off of their bodies, and then brought his hand to be between his asscheeks. “More, baby?” Tony asked, as he prodded at his twitching hole with lubed up fingers.
“Please.” Peter moaned, spreading his legs wide in an open invitation to Tony.
A few minutes later, Tony tore into a condom wrapper and put it around his cock, then brought it to be up against Peter’s spread hole. “To new things.” Tony murmured, staring into his eyes. Peter nodded, and then felt the world slip away again as Tony’s cock slid into his body for the very first time.
He pushed his hips down in an eager attempt to get more of Tony inside of him, but Tony kept still, and moved at his own pace. Peter moaned, wrapping his arms around Tony’s neck, pulling him closer, needing him to be as close to him as possible. “T-Tony….” He moaned his name, his head spinning as Tony’s cock pushed deeper into his body, making him feel so good.
“I lied, Peter.” Tony spoke low into his ear. “I don’t want to be friends. I want to be more than friends. I like you, Peter. I like you a lot.”
Peter rolled his hips, meeting Tony’s thrusts with his own. “I want that too!” He cried out, feeling relief at knowing this wasn’t going to be just a friends with benefits thing. “I want to be yours, Tony.”
“You are.” Lips touched his with a swift kiss. “And I’m yours, baby.”
“Nnngh….T-Tony….”
There was no more fear in Peter’s heart as Tony pushed inside of him. Peter reached down and began to jerk himself off, listening to Tony’s deep moans as he began to squeeze tight around his cock. He felt himself start to come, that heat burning bright as he began to come hard, his mouth dropped open with a silent moan. He listened to Tony grunt and moan, and then felt his hips stutter again, knowing that Tony had also reached his high, the two of them sharing orgasmic bliss together.
Tony dropped down onto his body, making Peter groan but then it turned into a laugh as he hugged Tony close to him. Tony lifted himself up, and without warning pulled out. Peter groaned, and then saw Tony smirk as he got up and tossed the condom into the trash. He fell back on top of him, Peter grunting again, but then his arms wrapped around Tony’s body as natural as can be.
“You sure you want to be in a relationship with me, Peter?” Tony asked, staring into his eyes. “I’m a lot to deal with.”
“I know.” Peter reminded him. “I liked you before this whole thing started, so I’d say that yes - I want to be in a relationship with you.”
“Good.” They met halfway for a kiss, and then Tony laid his head on his chest. “Glad we both agree.”
“We do.” He hugged Tony close to him.
While he had no idea where this relationship was going to go, Peter knew for certain that it was a good thing it was going to be that, and no longer just fooling around. No, this was going to be good for the both of them. Closing his eyes, he accepted the human blanket that was Tony Stark, and held onto him. Whatever was going to happen, he knew it was going to be the ride of a lifetime. And he couldn’t wait to see where it would go.
Title: odd man out
Fandom: MCU
Pairing: Starker (Tony Stark x Peter Parker)
Rating: Mature (Mild NSFW - Established Relationship - Jealousy - Possessive Tony - Aged Up Peter Parker - Car Sex)
Prompt: Possessive! Tony
Word Count: ~1,925
Summary: The Avengers are at a fancy dinner gala, and Tony gets an extreme case of jealousy over his young lover, and how flirtatious Peter seems to be with their other teammates.
A/N: Hello! I’m participating in the @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo! Here is my first offering. Please enjoy!
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Tony was trying to keep his cool. He began to count to ten in his head, starting from ten and working his way backwards as his eyes tracked the person that was causing his current state. He could see him across the room, looking as stunning as ever in a three piece suit that he had custom-made for him, because of course he was going to dress his lover in the finest clothes that his tailor could offer. The suit hugged him in all the right places, almost too good, if Tony was being honest with himself. But that was fine, it was fine. It didn’t matter. Just because his lover looked like a piece of meat waiting to be eaten by anyone didn’t actually mean that that was the case.
Except, it totally was.
He could see Thor now leaning in towards his lover, who was laughing at whatever lame joke the stupid God of Thunder was saying to him. He could see Steve was also standing nearby him, the three of them now in a conversation that Tony wished he could hear. From the way the three of them were laughing, he knew that it was about him. It had to be.
“Want another drink, Tones?” He turned to look at his best friend, who was coming back to their table after getting roped into a conversation with someone from Washington. “What’s the matter? You look like you’re upset.”
“I’m. Not. Upset.” The words came out clipped, his tongue pushing against the back of his teeth as he kept his eyes locked on his lover.
“Sure. Right.” Rhodes rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m going to grab another drink. I’m surprised you didn’t ask Peter to bring you something back.” Rhodes pointed across the room where his lover was. “Ah. Okay. Yep. That makes a lot more sense.”
Tony tore his eyes away from the way Peter was now hanging off of Steve’s shoulder, Steve’s arm around his waist in a companionable way. To anyone else, it would look like two friends having a laugh, but to Tony it looked like Peter was being stolen away from him. And he did not like having his things touched. In any sort of manner. “What?” He looked at Rhodes, who was shaking his head and chuckling. “What the hell is so funny, Rhodey?”
“You, Tony. You.” Rhodes pointed across the way. “The kid has been on the team for how long now?”
“Three years.”
“Three years!” A loud laugh left his friend’s mouth. “Do you see how stupid you look right now? You know the kid is madly in love with you. If you’re worried that he’s flirting, well, I mean, he probably is. But that’s because he’s a nice kid, Tony.” Rhodes came over to him, and put his hand on his shoulder. “Stop being jealous.”
“I’m not.” Tony knew he was. He was more than jealous. This was bad. This was dangerous.
“You are a terrible liar, Tones. Now, sit there and stop looking like you want to murder your teammates.” Rhodes stepped back. “I’ll go get Peter and bring him back to you. Will that make you happy?”
“No.”
“Again with the lies.” Tony watched Rhodes walk away, listening to his laughter that made that anger continue to boil inside of him. Of course Rhodes was right. He wanted Peter by his side. He needed Peter by his side. No one else was supposed to touch him. That friendly business with both Steve and Thor was not going to happen again. Not if he had something to say about it.
Five minutes later, Rhodes was walking back with Peter, who was leaning up against him, looking completely shitfaced. Ah. Now it made sense. Peter did have a tendency to be more flirtatious when he had a little bit too much to drink. And if he knew any better, he’d have to say that Thor no doubt had given him some Asgardian whiskey - that shit was the only thing that could get Steve drunk. And with Peter’s high metabolic rate, it would do the trick nicely.
“Tony!” Peter dropped down in the chair next to him. “Hi. Hi, Tony. Hi, Mr. Stark.”
He pinched the bridge of his nose, and resumed counting again. “Peter.” It was no secret that the two of them had something going on between them. While it wasn’t necessarily announced that they were together, Tony thought better of his colleagues who were supposed to be keeping an eye on his lover. Not flirt back with him when he got like this. “Did Thor give you something tonight?”
“You mean the booze?” Peter’s head was now resting on his shoulder. “That stuff is strong, Mr. Stark.”
“Peter.” As much as he adored his lover calling him by that name, he also liked it when he referred to him by his first name. “Come on. Party’s over.” He stood up, and put his arm around Peter’s waist. The memory of how Steve had been standing in this same exact position made him grumble under his breath, still not quite pleased by how this dinner was turning out tonight.
Peter leaned up against him, his arm thrown around his waist. Tony grimaced, the strength that Peter used wasn’t quite painful but it was pretty close. “Are we going home now, Tony?”
“We are.” He nodded his head. He looked across the room, and flipped Steve and Thor off. Steve looked offended, and Thor began to laugh his head off. He’d lecture Steve later.
Happy pulled up at the valet, Tony opening the back car door. He helped Peter into the backseat, and then crawled in after him. “Happy - let’s stop by Burger King on the way back to the tower, please.”
“You got it, boss.” The partition went up, leaving Tony alone with Peter.
Looking down at his shoulder, he saw Peter’s eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep. Not yet. “Peter.” He saw his eyes open. “Do you know why we’re leaving?”
“Because I messed up.”
He shook his head. “No, baby. You didn’t mess up.” He reached for Peter’s cheek, and gently rested his hand against it. Peter turned into the touch, making his own anger ebb away as he stared at his lover. “I….have issues.”
“About what?”
Tony gently stroked his thumb across the soft skin of Peter’s cheek, his breath touching his wrist, the cool air feeling nice against his somewhat heated skin. “I don’t like it when others are putting their hands on you.”
“They were??” The confusion in Peter’s voice made Tony’s heart ache. “Who was touching me? I’m sorry, Tony.”
“You probably weren’t aware it was happening, but it was all I could see.” Tony brought his forehead close to Peter’s, his lips hovering above his as he kept his hand resting against his cheek. “I don’t like it, Peter. You’re mine.”
“Yours.” Peter whispered, nodding his head. “I’m yours, Tony. I don’t want to be anyone else’s but yours.”
“I know, baby.” It felt good to hear the confirmation. “No more drinking that Asgardian alcohol, okay? Not unless I’m physically there with you.”
“I promise.”
Lowering his head, he sealed his lips over Peter’s, moaning low as Peter’s lips parted for him almost immediately. He slipped his tongue inside of his mouth, tasting the strong liquor on his breath, but it was fine. He knew his own probably tasted like bourbon, as that was his own drink of choice. They made out in the backseat, Peter moving to sit on his lap, the two of them now grinding against each other, the physical need to be together too powerful to ignore.
Happy tapped on the partition. Tony groaned as Peter pulled away, burying his head against his neck as Tony tapped on the intercom. “What’s up, Happy?” He asked, Peter’s steady panting in his ear making this a very difficult conversation for him.
“We’re home, boss. I’ll take the burgers upstairs. You two, uh…well..”
“Loud and clear, Happy. Thank you. See you upstairs.”
The intercom went silent, and Tony heard a car door open and close. He put his lips against Peter’s ears, his hands going down to grab a handful of his ass. “We’re alone. And home.”
“F-Fuck me, Tony?”
“It’d be my pleasure, baby.”
They quickly got out of their pants, and Tony quickly rolled a condom on. As much as he hated them, he knew that this would be the best route right now, as it would be the least messy. Pushing the tip of his cock up against Peter’s spread hole, he brought him back down onto his lap, his cock pushing against Peter’s inner walls as the both of them moaned in succession.
He reached between their bodies and grabbed onto Peter’s cock, jerking him off as he watched Peter bounce himself hard. “T-Tony!” Peter’s hands were on the roof of the car, his hips undulating back and forth, Tony’s cock being pushed deeper into his body. “T-Tony, I’m gonna…”
“Come, baby…” He moaned low, his own release mere seconds away. “Come for me, Peter…” He begged Peter, and listened as Peter’s moans began to change. Cum began to coat his fingers as he stroked Peter through his release, moaning low. “Yes….” He dropped him down one final time onto his lap, and released a groan as he spilled his own mess into the condom, his ears ringing as he came hard.
Peter returned his head to his shoulder, panting hard. “Gosh, that was nice.” A goofy smile was now on his lover’s face. That was the smile that Tony adored. The smile that only he gets to see.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Using his handkerchief, he cleaned up his hand and took care of the little leakage from Peter’s softening cock, then slowly lifted him up off of his lap. He was quick to tie off the condom, and then tucked himself back into his pants. “Let’s go eat some cheeseburgers.”
“Mmmm cheeseburgers.”
Back upstairs, the two of them sat at the communal dining room table, enjoying their burgers and fries when the rest of the Avengers returned from the party. Peter excused himself, and Tony watched him leave as Steve came over at him, and shook his head. “You could have said something, Tony.”
“I did.” He held up his hand, and flipped him off again. “You of all people should know by now, I don’t like my things touched.”
“It was nothing.” Natasha was quick to come to Steve’s defense. “Don’t worry about it. It won’t happen again. We know Peter is yours.”
“Damn right.” Tony wadded up the wrappers of his burger, and tossed it into the trash. “Good party tonight. Ten out of ten, let’s do it again.”
“You know we will.” Clint remarked, as he dropped down onto one of the couches. “Go be with Peter, Tony.”
He waved them off, and then headed to Peter’s room, where he saw his lover was waiting for him with a shy smile on his face. “Sleep here tonight?” Peter requested.
“As if I would sleep anywhere else.”
The group knew how he felt about Peter, and how he felt about certain things. Tony knew that this would more than likely happen again, because no one seemed to care about how he felt about certain things. And that was fine. He would do this again, and again. Because that’s who he was. Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who had problems with sharing.
''Just friends'', huh?
Well ''Just friends'' don't steal secret glances at each other when the other isn't looking.
''Just friends'' don't get jealous when the other one talks about someone else.
''Just friends'' don't get butterflies from each other.
''Just friends'' don't hold each other like that.
''Just friends?'' Yeah right.
Tony never really thought about the fact he was enemies with the villain Spider-man. Iron man was a hero and Spider-man a villain. It was simple as that and so they were enemies.
That was until a greater threat came about. When a portal opened up above New York and aliens steamed out Tony found himself having to put aside his animosity with the villain in order to save the city. The thing was as they worked together and fought back to back Tony found himself intrigued by Spider-man. The man behind the mask could easily keep up with Tony's banter and was incredibly smart.
So when the battle was over Tony found himself suggesting to Parker that they keep their truce. Just for the good of the city of course, in case another alien invasion happened.
And as they days passed and the pair became more like friends than reluctant allies, Tony found himself becoming enamoured more and more until he decided to cross one more line after all the others he had crossed. He decided to ask Peter out on a date.
@tstarksbingospectacular fill : I1 - Enemies to lovers
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Okay, can we all take a second - no, a whole hour - to admire this piece of art? 10/10. I wanna read a story with this paint. I wanna cry, and hug them ❤️💕
What if Tony’s actually not a good fuck? Like sure he’s slept with countless people but that’s mostly because they want to be able to say they bedded Tony Stark
But afterwards they seem to be in consensus, that he’s too mechanical, that he simply lacks passion
Luckily being with Peter slowly shows him how to actually love what he’s doing
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