#starkerXOXO-2020

[starkeristheendgame]

Starker Valentine

Firstly, I want to start by wishing @softstarkerstuff a wonderful Happy Valentine’s, and also every other wonderful noodle that may see this! This is my second time participating in a challenge and I am beyond excited! Softstarker requested a High School AU where childhood best friends drift apart after Tony rejects Peter’s feelings for him. Naturally, Peter has the mother of all glow-ups over summer and Tony is quickly forced to reconsider.

I didn’t wanna go absolutely crazy on the word count for this, so I haven’t actually written out the majority of the backplot. This fic takes place after said rejection and focuses on the requested act of Tony developing his character in order to deserve Peter’s affections.

(I said that and this ended up being over 4,000 words!)

@starker-valentines 

TW: Light Angst | (Not) Unrequited Love

“Tony. Get up,” Natasha hissed above him, and ordinarily the glint in her eye would have been enough for Tony to hop to, but the situation outweighed whatever horrible consequence she could bestow him, and he shook his head.

“We live here now,” Clint shrugged happily, popping another nacho into his mouth from the bowl he’d swiped before joining Tony in an act of solidarity on the floor, hiding behind a countertop in the kitchen. Natasha arched a dangerous eyebrow at the other boy, and even Tony twisted to look at Clint.

“Why are you down here?” Tony asked, risking leaning over Clint’s thighs to peek around the corner. Fuck. He couldn’t see him anymore, but that didn’t mean it was safe to move. He blew out a harsh breath and curled back up against the counter, scowling.

“Barnes has that leather jacket on again,” Clint announced simply, as though that explained anything at all. Above them, Natasha heaved a put-upon sigh, settling for kicking Tony in the shin with an unimpressed frown.

“Him I can understand,” she begun, motioning to Clint, who paused like he didn’t actually know if he ought to be offended or not. “But you. I had higher expectations of,” she sniffed, eyes scanning the room behind them before she reached down, grasping a fist of their shirts and hauling them to their feet despite their yowls of protest and clamours to hide behind her.

Heart in his throat, Tony cast a quick glance around, but couldn’t find the object of his fears. Or... The person. He relaxed a fraction, mindlessly pawing at Natasha’s iron grip with the dull awareness that his shirt would likely be crumpled.

“Idiots. The both of you. If I were less of a friend I’d complain about you ruining my night,” Natasha sniffed as she begun to drag them out of the kitchen, Clint still desperately clinging to his snacks and having no qualms about stealing a bowl. Tony kept himself alert as they walked, fugitively scanning the rooms as they made their way towards the door.

He couldn’t exactly say he lamented leaving - Contrary to every single clichè American film, high school house parties were often measly affairs, more pizza than booze and always with that one weirdo pretending they were absolutely wasted off alco-pops and mixers. 

This party was largely no different, thumping music that made it hard to talk, pizza that had long gone cold and Tony would rather starve than touch, shitty drinks with a 4% content.

Mm, but no. What made this party truly, utterly horrific, was the fact that Peter Parker had shown up. And really, that sounded meaner than it was intended. Tony didn’t hate Peter - Not even close. Wasn’t disgusted by his presence but terrified of it.

Peter was - Or rather, had been, his best friend. This is where Tony’s sort kind of did realise the typical ‘teen film’ plot.

Boy meets boy. Boys grow up as childhood best friends, joined at the hip and vowing during recess to never, never, ever break friends. Boys navigate pre-teenhood together. Boy gets crush. 

Apparently, other boy also gets crush. Boy admits crush. Other boy is too emotionally repressed and terrified to admit crush. Boy rejects boy. Summer comes. Boy gets glow up. Other boy now doubly regrets rejection and is left to wallow in pitiful regret and jealousy.

Yeah. Tony liked it about as much as he liked Marmite, which was to say, not at all. When Peter had rolled over on their bed, eyes imploring and voice soft as he admitted his feelings, something within Tony had died. 

Because Peter was this perfect, pretty thing he was destined to never have. The flower that Tony was too scared to pick because he didn’t want to see it wither and die.

“He’s gone all thinky and melancholy again,” Clint complained at his side, and Tony thumped him on the shoulder, tripping over the welcome mat as Natasha lugged them along like reluctant suitcases. 

Tony would have given a smart quip in response, something scathing about how Clint was also running away from someone, but a soft voice interrupted the quiet of the front yard just as they reached Tony’s car.

“Tony?”

Fuck. Fuck. Don’t turn around. It was easy to pretend he hadn’t heard, grabbing Clint by the scruff to stop the moron from turning and waving as they hauled into the car. He couldn’t do it. Couldn’t face it. Him.

They were barely even in the car before Tony begun to pull away, Clint and his nachos rolling around in the back as the teen struggled to buckle himself in. From her seat up front, Natasha eyed him.

“Coward,” she announced, and Tony immediately agreed without shame. He was, of course. He was a coward. Had been from the start, from the moment he was old enough to let his feelings morph from the love of a friend to just...Love. He drove with a grim expression and an ache in his chest that felt like drowning.

He lay in bed for the remainder of the night, nose filled with chamomile and flora and heart aching with every memory that encompassed all that he had left of Peter. He had run away that night, recoiling from the prospect of ruining something he loved, and knowing he was ruining it by running. A vicious circle; a rat maze he was destined to run forever.

The torture of it had only increased upon their return, when cheeks round with baby-fat had slimmed and sharpened, when Peter’s unruly curls had smoothed into rolling, silky waves. He’d worked out over summer a little too, no longer just slim but lean. Summer glow-ups were nothing new, but Peter’s had hit hard.

Peter’s new looks had only succeeded in turning him from a neutral, friendly nerd to the newfound adoration of Queen’s Public High School, the boy suddenly inundated with attention and propositions. Peter seemed to have taken it in stride, not exchanging his personality for popularity, and still sat with the same two friends at lunch, still studied hard and ignored the feral social ladder.

It only made Tony love him all the more.

His sleep was restless and by Monday he was tired and grouchy, stalking through the halls towards his locker with a pair of deep shades covering his stinging eyes. Natasha cast him a glance as sympathetic as she could offer when she had made her opinion of his torment clear, and steered him towards first period. 

Peter was already there when they arrived, slouched over his desk and engaged in an enigmatic conversation with Ned. Tony allowed his gaze to linger for exactly six seconds before he slumped in his own desk, decidedly across the room from Peter and slightly in front, so he wouldn’t have to spend any of his lessons watching the other boy and lamenting the loss of his warmth.

A shadow fell over his desk and Tony slowly lifted his head from where he had been staring at the floor, willing his migraine to jump ship. The shadow belonged to one Steve Rogers, who’s summer glow up had happened over the previous year, and who had gone from your average joe with pretty eyes and a jawline to a six foot tall, broad-shouldered, lean hunk of very biteable meat. If Tony wasn’t fairly (entirely) certain one Bucky Barnes would knock all his teeth out, he’d have tried a taste.

“Can I help you?” he asked blearily, tipping his head so his glasses dipped and he could see Steve without a vignette of black. Steve merely raised an eyebrow, and Tony narrowed his eyes suspiciously in response.

“Hm.” And then Steve turned away, striding towards his own desk. Tony blinked dazedly at the now empty space, cast a sideways glance at Steve who sat down and begun to talk to Clint without a peek in return, and sighed. Ah. So Peter’s presumable warning about not going after Tony for breaking his heart must be nearing its end, then.

Wonderful.

At lunch, Tony snuck off campus and drove to the nearest Starbucks, returning to Natasha’s side with a coffee that was more espresso than water. He slouched in his seat and gave a pathetic whine, rubbing at his temples, and she slid a manicured hand through his hair, deliberately catching the tips of her nails on his scalp.

“If you weren’t such an emotionally repressed baby, you wouldn’t be like this,” she ‘soothed’ gently, and he cast her a sideways scowl.

“Yes, thank you for that. Nothing compares to your compassion and support,” Tony grumbled, scowling at her from behind his glasses. He needn’t remove them - she knew him well enough by now. Across the table Clint leaned forwards, petting idly at Tony’s forearm whilst his gaze remained steadily on Bucky from across the hall.

“Thighs like that should be illegal,” he sighed dreamily, and Tony and Natasha raised a brow in unison. Tony wasn’t the only one afflicted with love-interest related drama; Clint had gone and fallen in utter besottment with Bucky Barnes, also known as the second side of Steve Rogers’ coin. 

Unlike Steve; Bucky had always been tall and broad, with a slick haircut and a face that was already breaking hearts across the school.

Tony’s gaze drifted, away from Barnes’ denim clad thighs and instead to the sweater-clad form besides him. Peter was sprawled in his chair, sipping absently at a Cola and paying delighted attention to whatever conversation was happening. He looked... 

Soft. Soft in a way that Tony knew was huggable, touchable. His sweater was a deep blue to match the unlaced Doc Martins on his feet and his hair was askew like he’d been running his hands through it all morning.

“Stark!”

Fuck.

“What can I do for you?” he ground his teeth, voice faux sweet as he turned to eye Ms. Hill, who arched a brow at him and leaned down, plucking his coffee cup from his grasp.

“Please, correct me if I’m wrong, but last time I checked, the campus lunch hall didn’t stock Starbucks,” she announced, voice steely as she stared him down. Tony only offered her a short smile and an easy shrug.

“Correct.”

“Well then. I hope you’re sufficiently fuelled for a long day - you have detention. Immediately after last period.”

Tony simply cast her a serene, unbothered smile, taking his cup back before she could throw it in the trash. Tony’s grades more than made up for any mishaps he might incur, but Howard would still be displeased with him. Even more so at the triviality of why he was facing detention. 

Neither of his friends deigned to say anything about the instance, though Clint had given a dramatic wince at his punishment and had tossed a scowl at Hill’s retreating back - ever the supportive friend.

Natasha disappeared shortly before the end of lunch, though Tony had long since learned not to question her. He’d once found her lounging behind the bleachers, making a scalpel out of a piece of plastic card, some gum and a pencil. 

Since then he hadn’t dared to think too hard about what she might be doing whenever she wasn’t sitting in view and judging everyone.

She was back by the time last period rolled around, sitting primly in her seat with her book open, interest lost in a magazine she had apparently pulled out of nowhere. A glance at the cover showed it was a rifle magazine and Tony was not, at all, surprised.

Last period was history, and their tutor was a decidedly crabby old man who was never pleased with the efforts of his students. He was a fair grader - Never shorting them of their achievements, but he sung little praise and always had something to say about improvements.

They'd been given homework that no amount of groaning would rescind, and Tony pulled his from his bag with a sigh, rooting in his bag for a pen. In this class, he sat at the back, and it gave him a full vantage of where Peter was practically sitting in the lap of the pretty girl that had transferred here not too long ago. He had a vague notion of her name, but he knew for a fact that Peter always called her 'MJ'.

"Students! I should hope your weekend was spent wisely. Anyone not in possession of their homework will receive a detention," Mr. Ardell announced, hands clapping together. Tony breathed through his nose at the sound, pressing at his temple.

"Stark. This is not a nightclub nor a fashion show. Take the glasses off, and keep them off," he added in a snipe, and Tony forced a brittle smile, steadfastly ignoring the way that soft, honeyed eyes turned to him as he slid his glasses off And set them on his desk.

Even the typical 'bad type' student or the dumbest of them all listened to Mr. Ardell. The man had a booming voice and no hesitation about dealing punishments. 

At a glance, Tony could see that every student had their homework on their desk. Every student except Peter, who was rummaging around in his bag with a growing sense of urgency. Tony perked.

That was unusual. Peter often had his homework out before the teachers even got a chance to ask. Tony’s gaze remained fixed on the boy, who was now frantic as he dug around, mindlessly passing Mr. Ardell his homework as the man roamed the room, collecting sheets, right up until he stood opposite Peter, who floundered.

“I... I did it! I packed it this morning. It was right in my folder and now it’s gone!” Peter breathed, panic blossoming in his eyes. Mr. Ardell was quite clearly having none of it as Peter rambled and rifled through his bag, until Mr. Ardell finally held up a hand. Despite himself, Tony sucked in a breath, wincing in sympathy.

“Detention, Mr. Parker. And such a shame. You’re one of the few that don’t frequently make me wish I had the money to retire sooner,” Mr. Ardell sighed, and Peter crumpled. 

It made Tony’s heart clench in his chest, sympathy surging through his veins. He had no doubt Peter had done the homework - But perhaps he’d simply forgotten to pack it.

He was sitting there, chin on his palm as he watched MJ comfort Peter, when he sat bolt upright.

Detention.

Tony had detention.

That meant -

“Aw, fuck.”

“Mr. Stark!”

As Tony packed his bag at the end of class, Clint came sidling over, nudging him with a meek smile. “Hey, man. It’s not that bad. Just put some earbuds in. I bet he hates your guts too much to talks to you anyway!” he added cheerfully as they strode from the room, and Tony cast him a flat look.

“Gee, thanks.”

“No problem! Hey, I’ll see you tomorrow. I gotta dash if I wanna make it home to walk Lucky before food!”

And then, there was just Tony and the rapidly emptying hallway. He heaved a sigh, ground his teeth, and strode towards the detention room. It was only half an hour. 

That was nothing. He could make it. The wild notion of fleeing and dealing with a double detention tomorrow crossed his mind, but Tony could only stand being in school for as long as he had to, and with a duck of his head he strode down the hallway at a faster pace. The sooner he got there, the sooner it was over with.

He reached the door and was about to push it open when the sheet of paper caught his eye.

Detention students - Room 3A12.

Tony frowned, but turned on his heel, making his way towards the other room. Perhaps that one was being cleaned or something. He was putting his earbuds in when he pushed into 3A12, Guns’n’Roses already filling his ears when a yelp of; “don’t let the door shut!” filtered through, followed by the soft slam of the door behind him.

He blinked across at Peter, who had stopped mid-stride, arm outstretched, looking pained. “Fuck! It locks from the outside. Now neither of us can get out,” Peter whined, and Tony scoffed.

“None of the doors in this place lock only from the outside.” to prove his point he turned, grabbed the handle, and slammed shoulder-first into it when it did not move as he did. Tony frowned, lips thinning as he jiggled the knob, tried again.

It wouldn’t open.

“Who the fuck installs a door that doesn’t open from one side!” Tony exploded, panic beginning to seep like cold water through his veins as the reality of the situation hit him. He was stuck alone in a room with Peter. Opposite him, Peter groaned and sank back down onto the -

“Son of a bitch.” They weren’t even a proper classroom. There were barely ten tables in here, a tiny whiteboard and a miniscule teacher’s desk. They couldn’t have been put in a smaller room if they tried. But speaking of the teacher's desk…

“Where’s the teacher?” he asked, nose crinkling. Opposite, Peter heaved a sigh, fidgeting on the edge of his seat and tugging at the ends of his sleeves.

“I don’t know. I’ve been in here for ten minutes, nobody has come in,” Peter sounded quiet, miserable, and Tony’s heart squeezed uncomfortably within his chest as he sunk down into a chair, frowning. 

Maybe the teacher was just held up with a student. They’d arrive soon enough, and Tony could be out of here and far away from that plush mouth, those dark eyes.

The minutes ticked by, with nothing but the sound of the clock on the wall. Tony tried texting Natasha and Clint, but they were both home already. If Peter had text anyone, he’d had similar luck, because ten more minutes passed and still not a soul even passed the door. 

Tony blew out a breath and tossed his phone down, running a hand through his hair and leaning back in his chair. From the corner of his eye, he could see Peter watching.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“There’s not a lot in this room to look at.”

Tony gave a soft sound, eyes closing behind his shades as he settled. This wasn’t so bad. He could do this. They just had to wait and hope that a caretaker came around, or that someone called the reception to report that they had not come home. More minutes ticked by.

“You’re still staring.”

“I can’t help it. I haven’t...I haven’t seen you in a while,” 

Tony sucked in a breath, eyes closing and fingers beginning a tempo against the table. No. He couldn’t do this. If he did this; he’d crumble. He’d get to his knees and beg for all he’d lost, and he couldn’t do that. Not as a Stark, and not to Peter. Couldn’t lead Peter to a reckless end.

“We’re in all the same classes,” he noted roughly, and Peter made a soft, frustrated sound besides him. Tony winced but said nothing more, steeling himself. Peter deserved better than him - especially now, when it would look like Tony only cared because he’d changed. Except... Peter hadn’t changed all that much. He’d just filled out a little, gained some confidence.

“You’ve been avoiding me and ignoring me.”

“So have you,” he replied evenly, relenting to the fact that Peter wasn’t going to drop the issue. He let his head loll to the side, almost startled when he found Peter leaning forwards, arms around himself, staring at Tony with shining eyes.

“I haven’t wanted to. You pushed me away, disappeared, came back and won’t even look at me”.

Tony ground his teeth, chewing his tongue. “It’s not like I wanted to either, Peter, but I couldn’t…” Couldn’t be around you, knowing that, and not taking advantage of it. Couldn’t see you hurt. Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t.

“What, you were so disgusted with me you couldn’t even bear to be around me?” Peter sounded defensive now, voice hardening slightly, and part of Tony was thankful. Yes. He could do barbed. He could fight. He could take Peter hating him. At least he wasn’t hurting him further, that way.

“I’m not disgusted at you,” he replied quietly, turning his gaze away. He couldn't bring himself to say anything else, throat tight and hands gripping his desk to stop them from shaking. He thought about ringing Clint, bribing him to come open the door, but Peter spoke again.

"I get it if you don't like me that way but... It's not fair. Treating me this way. Being so... Awful about it.”

"I'm not being awful. I'm…"

"Running away from your feelings? Yeah. That's kind of your MO.”

And Peter said it so bitterly that Tony flinched, teeth clipping the edge of his tongue as he sucked in a breath. Low blow. An emotionally neglectful childhood was bound to leave it's scars.

Peter seemed to regret his words immediately, because he actually stood, taking a few steps to reach for Tony. Despite himself Tony leaned away from the reaching arm, mindless of how much he longed for the contact.

"I didn't mean…"

"Words said in anger are still words with intent.”

"Tony…"

"I can't do this. I can't pretend to hate you and I can't be around you without wanting what I can't have!" he didn't explode, but it was said with some degree of passion, standing to round on Peter, who sank into a chair, looking up at him sorrowfully.

"You can have me!”

If only.

"You said it yourself. I run from my feelings. I can't have you because I'll fuck it up, and I’d rather lose you without hurting you and without attaching myself. I'm a fucki-"

The rest of Tony's emotional rant was cut off sharply as Peter reached up, grasping him by the front of his shirt and hauling him down, so he had to brace himself with one hand on Peter's chair back and the other on the table as Peter's plush mouth met his own, clumsy and a little too forceful.

A man with a stronger will would have pulled back. Would have stuck to his cause and not been selfish.

Tony was not that man.

He let his lips part, opportunistic of the way Peter gasped against him, licking into his mouth and moving his hands to cradle Peter's jaw, relishing in what he knew would be the only time he could indulge his festering love.

There was a click, and then -

"I told you it would work.”

They jerked apart, mouths red and eyes wild, Tony twisting to find none other than a prim looking Natasha and a dubious looking Steve taking up the doorway.

"What." Tony managed, and Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Obviously this was a set up. A good one, too. It took forever to sneak around and replace the door lock. You two were disgusting and all... Pining. It had to be stopped," she announced, like a mad plot was nothing unordinary.

But turning, looking at the flushed grin on Peter's mouth and the sparkle in his eyes... Well. It was worth getting another detention for missing the first, and it was worth the hours of agonising emotional talk with Peter, tears and sloppy kissing and the jeers from their friends when they came into school on the Wednesday, hand in hand.

"How come I wasn't in on the whole plot?" Clint whined at their table during lunch, casting a mulish glance around them. Natasha gave a sigh and pet at him with faux pity.

"Because you're an idiot with a big mouth," she informed him, twirling a lock of hair around a finger. Overnight she'd gone from fiery copper to a blue-black. It suited her well. Some black lipstick, and she'd be every boy's wanna-be-goth-girlfriend.

"Only we get to insult the idiot and his big mouth," came from above them, and none other than one Bucky Barnes ducked down, pressing a kiss to Clint's cheek, before moving on to Steve.

"That's... New," Tony managed, glancing across at Peter, who looked equally perplexed. Clint had the decency to look sheepish.

"At least I didn't need to get locked in a room to sort my shit out," he grumbled, and Peter giggled, before kissing the affronted look off Tony's face.

Tony wasn't good at feelings. And he'd never been in love before. But Peter was worth it. Peter was worth trying, learning for. 

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[snowstark]

Starker Valentine’s 2020 <3

This fic is for the Starker Valentine’s Event, hosted by @starker-valentines ! This is for @ironstrangle :) I hope I did your prompt justice & you like it!! 

Prompt: Tony and Peter’s first time. Peter is at least 21, but is also a virgin.

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“Hey, baby?”

Peter’s eyes widened drastically, almost comically, and he slammed his laptop screen shut so hard that the desk shook. He turned around and smiled at Tony as if pretending nothing weird had happened. “Yeah?”

Tony raised an eyebrow. He took in the sight before him, before calmly asking, “You watching porn again?”

Peter spluttered indignantly. “I was not! And that other time was an accident!” His cheeks heated up when Tony smiled endearingly at him.

“Only you would watch porn by accident, babe,” he laughed. He approached Peter and leaned forward, giving him a kiss that Peter allowed himself to relax into, trying to ignore the fluttering butterflies in his stomach. He and Tony kissed often now, especially after Peter had admitted to Tony that he was still a virgin at the age of 22. (Tony had just smiled and responded, “Well, not everyone fucks around as I do. And it’s cute, darling. Don’t worry.”) But they still hadn’t done… it.

“So if you weren’t watching porn, then what were you doing, hm?” Tony teased, giving Peter another peck on his lips.

Peter flushed. “Nothing important.” He knew he had given the wrong response the moment he saw Tony’s eyes spark with mischief.

“Oh? Nothing important, huh?” Tony grinned cheekily, reaching for Peter’s laptop. “So if it’s nothing important, you won’t mind if I take a look at—” and he pulled the laptop open once more.

“No!” Peter yelped, body jerking forward. He froze when the video he’d been watching resumed, mouth going dry with nerves.

“Another important fact to keep in mind that sex generally should not hurt, even for the first time. Of course, it can be uncomfortable, but—”

The video was paused and Peter stared at the hardwood floor, his entire face burning with embarrassment now. Take me already, he told it. Please. Open up a hole and swallow me already. What are you waiting for?

“Babe.”

Peter didn’t look up. Huh. The floor had an interesting swirl design he hadn’t noticed before.

“Babe.”

Tony put a finger under his chin, forcing him to look up. He smiled when he saw the embarrassment in Peter’s eyes, accompanied by the tint on his cheeks. “It’s okay.”

Peter pulled back, flushing even more. “No, it’s not. You didn’t have to get stuck with a stupid virgin, but you are, and now you have to deal with it.”

“Everyone’s a virgin at one point,” Tony pointed out. He reached out again, took Peter’s hand in his, and pulled him over to the bed. “Even me.”

Peter couldn’t help but smile at that. “I just don’t want to be a hassle. I want to be able to… you know. But, just.” He made a frustrated noise.

“Hey, hey, baby. I said it’s okay.” Tony leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Peter’s lips. Peter’s body went slack, tense muscles relaxing a bit as he let Tony take the reins. He let out a shaky exhale when Tony pulled back, body slightly swaying forward as if pleading Tony to continue. Tony smiled at that, but didn’t comment on it.

Instead, he gently nudged Peter and said, “You can go back to watching the video, sweetheart. I’ll make dinner. And no, this time, I won’t cause a fire in the kitchen.” He smiled at the memory and got up from the bed, heading for the door. His hand was on the doorknob when Peter made an inaudible noise before he burst out, “Tony, wait!”

Tony stopped, then turned around, one eyebrow raised. He frowned when he saw Peter, who had stood up from the bed, fists clenched by his side.

“I’m ready.”

The other eyebrow joined the first one, perched high on Tony’s forehead. “You sure, sweetheart? You know you’re not obliged to, right?”

Peter nodded, lips pressed together adorably, almost looking like he had a frog stuck in his mouth. “I know. ‘m ready.”

Tony hesitated, but when Peter’s lips tightened even more in frustration, he strode forward, wrapped his arms around Peter’s neck, and kissed him hard. He heard Peter gasp briefly in surprise before he kissed back, almost hungrily. Tony let his hand slide up his covered back before fisting it in Peter’s soft brown curls. He finally pulled back from Peter, eyeing his luscious pink lips. It didn’t take long for them to strip down to their boxers. Then, Tony gently pushed Peter onto the bed, who obliged, landing on his back with a soft, “Mmf!” Tony couldn’t help but smile at that; God, he loved Peter.

He got on the bed, caging Peter in with his elbows, enjoying the feeling of his chest pressed against Peter’s. He smiled again and lowered his head to kiss the side of Peter’s neck. Judging from the way Peter’s lips parted and his hips twitched slightly upwards, he liked it. A lot. And of course, who was Tony to deny him? He kissed downwards, inch by inch, until he reached Peter’s collarbone.

“Gonna mark you as mine,” he breathed huskily, just loud enough for Peter to hear. “So that every time you see it, you know who you belong to.”

Peter moaned at that, eyelashes fluttering as he nodded vigorously to show his assent at that. He let Tony mark him up, body tensing every time Tony sucked especially hard. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Fuck.”

Tony pulled back. “You okay?”

Peter nodded. “‘m okay.”

Tony locked eyes with him, just to make sure he was telling the truth before he continued. When Peter made a demanding, impatient noise that resembled a whine, he pressed his lips to Peter’s other collarbone, kissing gently instead of sucking this time. He let his hands roam Peter’s body, tracing downwards and stopping at the band of his boxers. Upon further investigation, he was unsurprised to find Peter rock hard and aching.

“Tony,” Peter whined. “C’mon.”

Tony grinned. “What’s wrong, doll? You in a rush?” His grin grew wider when Peter made a frustrated noise. “Alright, alright,” he soothed, gently brushing a hand down his side as if he was pacifying a frustrated puppy. “I gotcha. You just lay there and let me make you feel good, okay, baby?”

Peter nodded, looking less miffed now. “Okay,” he said softly.

And Tony did as he said. He reached down, grasping Peter’s cock through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure from Peter at the friction. He let his hand wander back up, all the way up to Peter’s nipples, where he pinched lightly. Peter gasped, body jerking at the new sensation.

Tony laughed softly. “Sensitive?” he teased.

Peter just whimpered and arched his back.

Tony chuckled and lowered his head to suck and bite lightly at his nipples until Peter was a trembling, sweaty mess.

“Ohhh, god,” Peter gasped, hips stuttering upwards as Tony trailed his tongue from his left nipple down to his stomach. Then, Tony gently pulled off Peter’s boxers, and his own, making Peter inhale sharply. He unashamedly eyed Tony in all of his naked glory, clearly drinking in every inch and detail, which made Tony’s lips twitch upwards in amusement.

“Enjoying yourself?”

Peter looked up, eyes wide, as if he had been pulled out of a trance. Tony chuckled, and then nudged him. “Get on your stomach.” He couldn’t help but just pause for a few moments to admire Peter’s ass. God, how he wanted to mark it up, make it turn a pretty shade of pink. But that would wait until next time. For now, he just swiped the bottle of lube that had been conveniently sitting on the nightstand for ages now, waiting to be used. He squirted it onto his fingers, and then gently pushed his fingers onto Peter’s hole, lubricating it.

Peter visibly shivered at the slightly cool feeling of the lube, but it was the last thing he cared about when he felt one of Tony’s fingers enter his hole. He let out a small whimper, and Tony paused. “You okay, baby?” He brushed a hand down his spine, tracing it soothingly.

“Uh-huh.” Peter buried his face into his pillow. “You can keep going.”

Tony continued, knowing that he could trust Peter to tell him to stop if he didn’t want it to happen anymore. He slowly fingered him, in and out, doing his best to prepare him. “Gonna add another one now, okay, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” Peter breathed. “Please.”

“God, you’re so tight,” Tony breathed softly, like he was talking to himself. “Gonna make you feel so good, baby. You’ll be screaming my name so loudly that the neighbours will be able to hear you.”

“Do it,” Peter shot back, moaning when Tony added a third finger. “Make me scream.”

“Oh, darling, I will.”

Deeming that Peter was more than prepared now, Tony pulled his fingers out, making Peter draw out a long, quiet whine at the empty feeling. Tony leaned over him, digging through the drawer of the nightstand, cursing himself for not being as prepared as he should’ve been. When his hand closed around a wrapper, he triumphantly pulled the condom out. It didn’t take long until he was ready. “You okay to continue?” he asked, the head of his cock lined up with Peter’s hole.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Peter retorted, turning his head to the side so he wasn’t speaking into the pillow. “You know I’m fine.”

“Just making sure,” Tony murmured. He began to press in gently, grimacing when Peter made a small sound of discomfort when the head of his cock breached his hole.

Peter let out a loud moan when Tony was finally fully inside him, not moving yet, allowing him to adjust to the new sensation. It wasn’t long before he was begging Tony for more. “Move,” he breathed.

Tony placed a hand on the small of his back and slowly began to move. They gradually rocked into a rhythm, Peter visibly beginning to enjoy himself more as discomfort became less and pleasure became more.

As they picked up the pace, the need to come grew stronger by the second. “Oh, fuckkk,” Tony groaned, thrusting his hips forward faster and faster.

Peter rocked his hips back to meet his thrusts, moaning and biting the pillow, as if trying to stifle his noises. Tony noticed, of course, and reached forward to tangle his fingers in Peter’s hair. He gently yanked his head back, satisfied with his teeth released the fabric of the pillow cover. “No covering your noises,” he growled. “I want to hear every single sound you make, I want you to know that I’m the one making you moan like that.”

“Oh, god,” Peter whimpered, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Oh, god, I— I need to come! Please, Tony, oh, god—”

“Not yet,” Tony interrupted, voice low and rough. He thrust deep into Peter, making him throw his head back, mouth open in a silent moan.

Finally, chest heaving, Tony came, spilling into the condom as Peter instinctively milked his cock. His voice was hoarse as he breathed, “Come, baby.” He reached down and took Peter’s achingly hard cock in his hand, and stroked it, coaxing him through his high.

It took less than a minute before Peter came, trembling as he slumped into the sheets. He began to whimper when Tony continued to stroke him through his pleasure, becoming oversensitive, so Tony took pity on him and pulled his hand back.

He slowly pulled out of him, shushing him when Peter whimpered. Running his hands over Peter’s body, he massaged him gently and pressed kisses onto his back. “You did so well, baby. You’re so gorgeous, so beautiful. Good boy. God, I love you.”

Tony discarded the condom and flopped over to Peter’s side, spooning him from behind. After a few moments, he said softly, “We should clean up; the sheets are dirty.” Peter sleepily hummed in agreement, but neither of them moved from their spot next to each other, content to lie in each other’s arms and stay there for eternity.

#StarkerXOXO-2020 #starker #tony x peter #tony stark/peter parker #tony/peter #tony stark x peter parker #nff #smut #fanfic #top tony #bottom peter #my fics

[themagicinwords]

Here is my gift for @starkeristheendgame (who I absolutely ADORE) as part of the @starker-valentines exchange!

The prompt was: “ Peter asks Steve or all of the Avengers to help him find the perfect gift for Tony. Super fluffy and/or super cracky.”

And um.. I think I went over the 2k just a wee bit??

You can read it here on AO3!

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Steve took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the collar of his shirt as he stepped into the coffee shop. He had never been to this particular place before, preferring to stick to spots closer to the tower, or even just the expensive machine on his own floor that Tony had bought for each of them. But Peter had sent him a text this morning, asking if Steve could meet him for coffee in between his classes at NYU, needing to talk to him about something that couldn’t be discussed at the tower. The need for secrecy had Steve a little concerned, but assumed that if it was something really serious, Peter would have expressed more urgency.

He spotted the kid in a back corner booth pretty easily, textbooks spread out on the table in front of him. Steve stopped at the counter to order a coffee for himself and refill for Peter before making his way over to the younger Avenger, smiling when the brunette spotted him before he could reach the table and waved. When Steve handed over the steaming mug, he couldn’t help but laugh at the happy sound Peter made as he snagged it from the older man’s hand. “Oh god, thank you. You’re my hero.” That made Steve snort. “All in a day’s work.”

Peter laughed, then gestured at the empty seat across from him. “Sit down. Thanks for coming out this way. I know it’s kind of a trek from your usual sphere of influence.” Steve shrugged, not really feeling guilty at Peter calling him out. After everything they had gone through, losing each other and fixing the world and just trying to survive in the aftermath, Steve wasn’t ashamed that he and the others who lived at the tower liked to stick close to each other. There were still times, even several years later, that one or more of them would wake up with nightmares about being the only one left.

Steve started in on his coffee as he watched Peter carefully put away his notes and set his books off to the side. Then the younger man folded his hands on the table and met Steve’s eyes. “So.. I need your help.” The blonde nodded, taking another sip of his drink before setting it aside. “Figured that was why you called me out here. And I assume it has something to do with Tony, since we’re so far from home?”

Peter nodding, scrubbing a hand over his face. Steve suddenly had the feeling that the stress he had spotted on Peter’s face when he walked in had nothing to do with whatever class he had been studying for, and everything to do with whatever he was about to ask. “It’s our first Valentine’s Day, as a couple. And I want to do something special, because Tony deserves it. And buying him something just seems like.. not enough, you know?” Steve nodded, and gestured for Peter to continue. “I know I could have gone to Rhodey, or Miss Potts, or probably even Happy but.. I trust your opinion the most.”

That made something warm and fond bloom in Steve’s chest, and he reached across the table to ruffle Peter’s hair, making the kid groan while trying to hide his smile. Steve sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Tony’s smart and also a giant kid most days, and he loves puzzles. I’m always finding him and Buck stashed around the tower somewhere working on these crazy brain teasers.” Across from him, Peter perked up, eyes widening like he had thought of an idea.

“What about a scavenger hunt?”

Steve nodded, tapping a finger against his chin as the wheels in his brain started turning. “That’s good, I think he’d love that. And what if.. what if we got everybody involved? Tony spends so much time hiding inside, he could use a few small adventures with each of us. To remind him how important he is to everybody.” They both knew how self conscious Tony still was about the scarring on his face and neck, and the metal arm that was a gold and red twin to Bucky’s.

Peter’s excited grin softened into something fond and warm. “That’s a really awesome idea, Steve. I knew coming to you was the right way to go!” The blonde laughed, and the two Avengers spent the rest of the afternoon brainstorming ideas and coming up with fun, silly clues for each person to give Tony after their “date.” Each clue would lead him to his next date, a different one each day that would end in a cozy, private dinner with Peter on Valentine’s Day. And Peter was sure it would take very little convincing to get the other Avengers involved.

The Saturday before Valentine’s Day, Peter put his plan into action. He snuck out of bed before Tony, not that that’s really all that hard, and made him breakfast. Then he carried it into their bedroom on a tray, setting it gently on Tony’s bedside table before leaning over to press a kiss to the older man’s forehead. One dark brown eye glassy from sleep blinked up at him, and Peter grinned at the way Tony’s nose scrunched up in confusion. “Pete.. it’s Saturday. Why am I awake before noon?”

Peter chuckled, and prodded Tony until he was sitting up in the bed so he could place the tray over his lap. “Because I made you breakfast. With two cups of coffee. So be nice.” The promise of food and extra coffee worked like a charm, and it only took a couple sips from one of the mugs for Tony to notice the envelope tucked under the plate of food.

“Hey Pete, what’s this?”

Peter shrugged, and stole a piece of bacon off of the plate. “Guess you better open it and find out.” He could see the suspicious look Tony gave him out of the corner of his eye, and pretended to scroll through his phone so it didn’t seem like he was holding his breath for Tony’s reaction. After a few minutes, he couldn’t take the silence anymore and looked up. It looked like Tony was rereading the card inside, and relief flashed through him when he noticed the small smile on the older man’s lips. A smile that got bigger when he noticed Peter staring. “You gonna explain this to me, kid?”

The younger man rolled his eyes at the use of the word “kid,” but there was no heat behind it. Then he shook his head. “Nope. Kind of defeats the purpose of the riddle if I explain it.” Next to him, Tony grumbled and flicked the card at his boyfriend. Peter laughed, and stared down at the familiar (terrible) handwriting in purple ink. “This sounds like an invitation, Tony. You should probably think about getting dressed and going out to meet your secret admirer.” He got a sigh in response, and he could see Tony starting to withdraw, just a little.

“Peter, you know I don’t really like to-”

Peter picked up the breakfast tray and set it aside, then shifted so he took its place in Tony’s lap. He took Tony’s face between his palms, rubbing the thumb of his left hand over the bumps and ridges of the long healed scars. “Tony. I know you don’t like the attention you get when you’re out. And that’s ok. Just trust me, ok?” After another few moments of hesitation, Tony nodded and Peter pressed their foreheads together. When Tony hesitated again just before leaving, Peter just kissed him and promised that it would be ok.

Your FAVORITE Avenger will be waiting at his favorite place  for walkies with lots of furry friends

And when, a few hours later, he received a video from Clint of Tony smiling and laughing in a literal puppy pile of wriggling rescue puppies, he knew that he was right. The picture he got of Tony walking a giant mutt instantly became his phone background. Tony came home that day with another envelope, the card inside written in an elegant hand with red ink, and the same smile still on his face as he pressed a kiss full of joy to Peter’s lips.

Join the spider in her web And you will create beautiful things together

On Sunday, Peter let Tony sleep later, knowing his activity with Nat wouldn’t start until later in the day. So they snuggled in bed until eleven, warm and cozy and kissing until they were both awake. Then Peter made them lunch while Tony showered, hot sandwiches and soup for a chilly February afternoon. At two, he sent Tony off to meet up with Natasha with a kiss on the cheek and a promise from the older man to have a good time. He still looked a little hesitant to go back out in public two days in a row, but Peter could tell that the fun he had had with Clint the day before made him less nervous.

And sure enough, later than evening, he got paint-covered selfies from a clearly wine drunk Tony and Nat. The redhead looked looser and happier than Peter had ever seen her, and the matching splashes of paint high up on the two Avengers cheeks made him giggle. When he got home, Tony was so excited to tell Peter all about how much he loved the painting glass, that the younger man didn’t care how late he went to bed, despite having class the next morning.

The painting was definitely getting a special place on the wall in their bedroom.

Big Green and the professor Request your company To make things go BOOM

Monday meant Peter was back in classes all day at NYU, and he had to leave Tony with a sleepy kiss goodbye before his boyfriend’s eyes were even open. Because he knew if he let Tony wake up before leaving, he would never leave and would end up missing class and Tony would miss his adventures with Bruce. So he zipped out quick, passing Bruce on his way and shouting Take care of him for me, Dr Banner! over his shoulder.

Unfortunately, there were no pictures throughout the day, but he had expected that. Tony and Bruce were spending their day together out at some remote property Tony owned upstate, no doubt creating spectacular explosions that would definitely not be safe in a populated area. And Peter also knew Bruce would become the Hulk at some point during their fun, because the big guy was just as fond of Tony as the rest of the team and wanted his own time with their resident genius. And the Hulk wasn’t really known for his talent with phones. But he did get to hear a detailed play by play from two very giggly, very exhausted scientists at the end of the day. And that was just as good.

Metal arm besties Courtside ruckus at MSG

On Tuesday, Peter only had a half day of classes, so he was able to get back to the tower before Tony left for the Knicks game with Bucky. He had seen the excitement on his boyfriend’s face the night before when he read the card Bruce handed over, and the older man had practically vibrated out of his seat when he pulled out the courtside seats for the basketball game. Peter knew that NBA games weren’t usually their go to, knew that Tony and Bucky had gravitated more towards a quiet game in the billionaire’s private box at Yankee Stadium over the much louder atmosphere of Madison Square Garden in the years since Thanos, but Tony’s outings with the other Avengers seemed to be bringing more and more of the old Tony Stark back to life. It was almost like Tony was forgetting about the scars and the metal arm, even for a few hours a day.

The rest of the team watched the game on the huge screen on the common floor, and every time the camera panned to the two smiling, laughing, rowdy Avengers sitting courtside, Peter’s heart swelled. On the couch next to him, Steve nudged him with his elbow, and they shared a smile. By the time the game ended, the two of them were passed out on the couch, and the others left them to doze until Bucky and Tony returned. And that’s how their boyfriends found them when they spilled out of the elevator, still arguing over some play. Bucky woke Steve with a kiss, and Tony easily picked up Peter to carry him up to bed.

Life may have gifted us the greatest works of art But we can still enjoy the inferior pieces On display

Steve’s note had made both Tony and Peter snort, no one would ever accuse Captain America of not being sappy. But the sappiness was worth the sweet kiss and the He’s not wrong, you know that he got from Tony before the older man left to meet up with Steve on Wednesday. Peter went to class, and spent the day giggling at the ridiculous pictures he received from the two men. Some days he knew Tony regretted showing Steve how to use Snapchat, but today Peter was glad for it. Because the pictures and filters just got funnier as the day went by. At one point, he even had to sneak out of class before the tears of laughter could spill over.

When he got home from class that night, Tony had cooked dinner and while they ate, Peter listened as his boyfriend laughed through the story of him and Steve nearly getting kicked out of the Met. Truthfully, Peter only heard about half of the story, too distracted by the bright smile on Tony’s face through the teling. A smile that bright was so rare, and he had probably seen it more times this week than he had in the last year. Just watching him smile made all of the work and setup he had put into this worth it.

Let us spend this final day as the Gods intended Drunk!

Thursday brought Peter another half day of classe, but Tony was already off with Thor by the time he got home. He wasn’t quite sure how many pubs and breweries the blonde would be dragging his boyfriend through, just knew to expect them at some point later in the day. The rest of his day was spent sparring with Clint, then at dinner with the rest of the team. He shared the pictures from Thor with the others, pictures that got progressively blurrier and more hilarious the more alcohol the two men consumed. Thor obviously had a higher tolerance than Tony, being an Asgardian, but they did seem to be keeping a steady pace with each other.

The two Avengers returned just as Peter and Nat were finishing the dinner dishes, laughing and stumbling and leaning on each other. Peter exchanged an eye roll with the redhead, who wasn’t even trying to hide her laughter. There were two drunk shouts of Peter! before he was being squished between Tony and Thor, and even though he wanted to grumble, Peter couldn’t help the smile on his face as he said goodnight to Thor and tugged Tony off to tuck him into bed.

Join me for dinner Where all of the stars can see us

Peter left the final note for Tony where his boyfriend would easily find it, then snuck out of bed to prepare. Everything that Tony had been doing that week was leading up to this, and he had been practicing the dinner recipe for weeks with Nat. She was the best cook in the tower, and she had helped him perfect it. He spent most of the day locked on the roof, setting up the space while he dodged Tony’s messages. Peter wanted everything to be absolutely perfect before Tony could see.

When it was finally time for Tony to join him, Peter stood beside the little table he had set up for their dinner. Fairy lights hung all around him, and the table was covered in a dark red tablecloth and two fancy table settings that he had borrowed from May. And when Tony finally came through the door leading out onto the roof, the look on his face was more than worth every minute of effort.

“Pete, this is.. wow this is unbelievable.” Smiling, Peter pulled out a chair for Tony, kissing him on the cheek as he sat. One by one, each of the Avengers came out to assist in their dinner date: Thor poured wine, Clint brought out bread, Steve and Bucky each brought a bowl of soup, Bruce cleared away the bowls when they were finished. And Nat served their entrees, winking at Peter before leaving again. Peter couldn’t even take a bite of his own meal before Tony tried it, needing to see the older man’s reaction. And he wasn’t disappointed.

“Jesus, what the hell is this, crack? I’ve never tasted something so good.”

Across from him, Peter blushed and shrugged. “I found it online. Nat helped me make sure it came out perfect.” Eyes wide, Tony set down his fork and leaned forward a little. “Peter, you.. you made this?” The younger man nodded, staring shyly down at his plate.

Tony pushed his chair away from the table, and came around to kneel at Peter’s side. He shook his head before Peter could comment on the wince, and took both of the younger man’s hands in his own, one flesh and one metal. “Peter. I don’t even have the word to describe what this week has meant to me. I know you set everything up, organized all these little outings with the team. How in the hell did I get so lucky to have someone that cares about me like you do?”

Peter shifted in his chair so he was facing Tony, and leaned down until he could press their foreheads together. “You deserve it. You deserve to know how much we all love you, how important you are. We all care about you.” They shared a soft kiss, then Tony stood and tapped his knuckle under Peter’s chin.

“You’re something special, you know that, Parker?”

“Learned it from watching you, Stark.”

#starker #StarkerXOXO-2020 #starkeristheendgame

[mr-starkerbutgay]

This is the writing I did for @starker-valentines. @lokitonypeter asked for Tony thinking Peter forgot Valentine's Day but Peter didn't and their second prompt was Peter proposing to Tony. I sorta mixed them both for them.

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Is Tony upset his Peter forgot about Valentine’s Day? No. Why? Well first off Tony doesn’t really care much for Valentine’s Day in the first place, second, Peter tends to forget small holidays like this. Last year he forgot Easter was a thing. So basically Tony really had no reason to be upset with his love.

The thing that did bother him though is that he hasn’t seen Peter anywhere at the college campus. This is very strange because they had an art class this morning and a math class but Peter never showed up for either. Now it was late in the day and starting to get dark which makes Tony think that maybe Peter is sick? He hasn’t sent any text to Tony letting him know. Also, Tony made plans for them to Netflix and chill after their long day.

That’s the only thing that truly worries Tony, is the lack of communication between Peter and him today.

As he walks around the campus he grabs a quick smoothie. He would’ve gotten one for Peter too if he were here right now, but he’s not. Tony continues to walk until he sees one of Peter’s friends, Ned. he runs up to him, smoothie splashing around in its cup in his hand, and he calls out to Ned.

“Dude, have you see Peter at all today? He hasn’t called me or texted me and I’m getting slightly worried about him”, Tony asks Ned in a rush. He glances down at Ned’s hand and notices all the textbooks that he’s carrying. It’s ridiculous for Ned to even be walking with so many books in his hands.

“Oh, Peter? No haven’t seen hiMMM-”, Ned somehow manages to trip over his own feet and fall to the ground. Tony tried to help catch him but was too slow. All of Ned’s papers and books fly to the ground and display themselves in a scattered matter. Tony stretches his hand out for Ned and he gladly takes the offer for help.

“Here, I’ll help ya with this mess.” Tony and Ned both lean down and start grabbing everything. They pick up new worksheets, old worksheets, new textbooks, very old textbooks that are probably older than him. Then Tony picks up a book that doesn’t seem like it belongs int the pile. The cover shows the big green lady, better known as the Statue of Liberty.

“What class is this for? You don’t like learning about statues and boring history.” Tony smiles at the other kid and hands him the book. Ned thanks him and takes it, this time pushing all of his mess into his backpack instead of keeping it in his arms.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to get caught up on New York and such.” Ned looks over at Tony and shrugs his shoulders.

Tony grins and looks up at the sky, nodding his head, before looking back down at Ned. “This is like a really weird thing to just mention but did you know that Peter and I actually met at the Statue of Liberty? We were both of highschool class trips and somehow we both walked away from all the big crowds and managed to talk by a couple of trees near the water. I think we laughed and talked for hours if I’m honest with ya.”

“Dude, Peter used to never stop talking about you! Every day he always had something to say about you or weird facts about the statue. I couldn’t get him to stop!” Ned smiles at Tony but then a worried look crosses his face. “Oh no! I’m gonna be late for class! Sorry about not knowing where Peter is! Hope you have luck finding him.” After that Ned runs off, a backpack full of books and all.

Even though that conversation was good and it brought up lovely memories, Tony still is determined to find Peter. As he walks to his dorm he pulls his phone from his pocket and dials up Peter’s Aunt May. Aunt May immediately answers the phone with a cheery voice.

“Oh hey, Tony! Whatcha need kiddo?”, Aunt May asks nicely. Tony honest to god loves May. She reminds him so much of his mother and he loves his mother to the moon and back.

“Hey May I was just wondering if you’ve heard from Peter at all today. I haven’t been able to get ahold of him. It’s really starting to worry me.” Tony sees the stairs to his dorm and quickens his pace. He wants to check Peter’s room before assuming anything bad has happened to him. No need to start freaking out if Peter is just being an asshole playing video games in bed.

“No I sorry honey. I haven’t heard from him at all. Maybe he’s still getting ready.” Through the phone, May sounds like she’s walking around and that other people are in the room with her.

“What do you mean that he might be getting ready?” Tony doesn’t understand at all what that could mean. Is she saying that Peter might have slept in and is just now getting ready? Or is she implying something different?

“Oh it’s nothing dear. Nothing to worry about at least. He’d be ready by now. Knowing Peter, he’s never late.”

“But May he never showed up to class today. In any of them actually.”

“No not class, silly.” May giggles from the other side of the phone.

Tony finds it weird that she doesn’t go more in-depth with her strange guess but pushes it off because he doesn’t need any more confusion right now. Tony opens up the front door to the dorm building and begins to climb up the stairs. He says hi to a couple of his buddies like Rhodey and Steve who seem to be in rushes as they both run down the stairs. He continues to talk to May on the phone on his way to Peter’s floor, a feeling of hope coming to him.

“May what are you doing today? Sounds like there are a lot of people with you.” Tony asks curiously about all the noise in the background.

“My friend Amy is getting married soon and she wants me to help her plan the webbing.”

Tony lightly laughs a little, “Don’t you mean wedding, May? You said webbing, not wedding.” He gets to Peter’s room and knocks on the door.

“Yes, that’s what I meant. Sorry dear but I’m gonna have to get off the phone. Call me if you find Peter.” May hangs up leaving Tony with questions.

The door doesn’t open, making Tony worry more. He knocks again, this time harder than the first, thinking that maybe Peter just didn’t hear the first time. Again, no response. He knocks a third time but doesn’t stop until the door swings open to a very pissed off Flash, Peter’s roommate who’s a complete douchebag.

“What the heck do you want? It’s 7 o’clock already.” Flash whisper yells.

“Who sleeps at 7 pm on a Friday?”

Flash rolls his eye annoyingly and points behind him to his tv, “Who said I was sleeping. I’m playing Minecraft right now and you’re literally bothering my game time.”

Tony closes his eyes ad shakes his head. Who plays Minecraft on a Friday, Tony could never understand. Even Peter likes to play games on the weekends when they could be out partying like normal college students. Tony remembers why he’s here and ducks his head in the room. The room is too dark to see anything but the tv screen so he pushes past a protesting Flash and walks over to Peter’s bed.

The bed is neatly made like usual but a small sticky note lays on top of the pillow. Tony takes it and reads it to himself. Flash simply shakes his head and goes back to sitting way too close to his tv screen.

The note in Tony’s hand says, “Hey baby, I need you to meet me at the big torch.” Immediately he knows where to go, folds the note, and sticks it into his front pants pocket. He takes a glance at the other college student and walks out of the room, leaving the door open because he really doesn’t like this Flash guy. He can hear Flash cuss a little bit at him as he walks back down the steps he just walked up not too long ago.

Once he gets outside he touches a button on his wristband with his pointer finger and middle finger, which activates his suit (just assume that he made the suit as a college student). Now with his Iron-Man suit on he pushes off the ground and zooms through the sky. He dodges skyscrapers and hotels as his eyes make contact with the Statue of Liberty.

From a distance, he can make out a blue dot floating next to the statue. He quickly gets nearer to the dot and realizes its Peter who is laying right by a giant web. As he gets closer and can now see what the web says on it. As he read ‘Will You Marry Me?’ in big letters, his heart fills with so many emotions he can’t react.

“Anthony Edward Stark I know we are just in college and that we’ve only been dating for 3 years but will you make me incredibly happy and be my player 2 in the next levels of our life?” Peter swings down to the ground right in front of the massive web and gets on one knee, a giant smile on his face. A silver ring is in between his fingers.

With his suit, Tony lands in front of Peter, the suit going back to its original compartments. Shock covers his face as he stares up at the 4 words above him and then back down his nervous boyfriend.

“So? Will you join our 2 player game?” Peter patiently waits for Tony’s answer still scared he might say no. Tony’s face morphs from shock to a wide excitement. He quickly grabs Peter and picks him up, spinning them around in circles as tears fall from both of their eyes from too much emotion.

“Yes, yes 3000 times yes! I want to be with you for the rest of our lives!” He stops spinning them and his grin doesn’t dissaprear as he pulls Peter close to him. Their lips meet and thats when the fireworks Peter ordered go off. Tony pulls away and watches above him to see red, yellow, and blue fireworks of every shape and size. His lips meet Peter’s again this time with both of them laughing and crying.

“I love you so much, Tony. I’ve been planning this for the past couple of months and i just knew today had to be the day. I knew I would have to skip classes today so I had Ned ask my professors for all the notes.”

Tony thinks about it and how now that makes sense with why Ned had so many textbooks.

“Not to mention that he also had to get the Statue of Liberty in your head today. I bet you mentioned our first time meeting each other because every time someone brings up the statue you also start with that story. Now we have a new story to tell.” Peter smiles at Tony, proud of his smart planning.

“Wait, was your Aunt in on it too?” Tony’s eyes widen, now feeling dumb for not seeing all the subtle signs he’s received all day.

“Yeah, she knew you would call her so she made up a false story. She was actually with me all day which is who you heard over the phone.”

“Was your roommate part of the plan?” Tony cringes as he mentions Flash.

“No, I don’t think anyone told him.” Peter now has a confused look on his face, slightly curious why Tony asked.

“I went to your room and he was playing some video game. I just thought that might have been a clue to your proposal with the whole ‘Player 2’ thing, which by the way was so adorable.” Tony cups Peter’s cheek with his hand. They stare into each other’s eyes, both of them feeling blessed and comfortable.

“You know I love you, right?” Tony asks as he leans in close to Peter and pecking his lips and resting his forehead against Peter’s.

“Yes, and it’s the one thing I want for the rest of my life. I love you too Tony.” Peter presses his lips against Tony. The kiss is filled with passion and love, making it one of the best kisses they’ve ever had and their new favorite memory.

#StarkerXOXO-2020 #starker #spiderman #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark x peter parker #tonyxpeter #tony stark #peterxtony #iron man #peter parker #valentines day

[starker-valentines]

To the Starker Valentine Participants: All the prompts have been sent!

Quick reminder:

First Check-In: January 31st

2nd Check-In: February 10th

Posting Date: February 14th

Please carefully look over your prompts and if there are any issues, contact us via DM @StarkerVDE-Mod-X or send in an ask. Thank you so much for taking part in this event, happy drawing/writing! ❤️

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[starkerfortwo]

OKAY im sorry thi sis late to be posted but I’m really busy at the moment. These prompts are for @swankyspankyhankypanky panky i tried reallyhard to come up wih a good story line for you! Happy valentines day! @starker-valentines

So I know this isn't exactly the original prompts, but I'm a bad writer and before I knew I had written this, I'd already done it, so I'm very sorry, hope you enjoy this though!!! Prompt 2

Tones Hey sweets, I'm picking you up at 7, be ready!

Peter Oof, wish I could, but I'm at the library with Ned and MJ studying for midterms. I'm free at nine tho

Tony sighed and switched his car onto automatic.

Tony Really? Okay, I'll pick you up at nine outside the library, where'd you wanna go?

Peter sure and hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe Delmars? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top

Tony How can I say no to you? If you want to then sure, but if that cat bites me one more time

Peter You'll do what? Go all IronMan on a cat's ass? Pshhhh okay, now stop distracting me I rly have to study

Tony But bothering you is so so so so fun. But if you insist. I love yoy

You*

Peter I love yoy too Tony. Yoy, im dead

Peter laughed at his phone and slid it back into his pocket. "Did Tony say something hot?" Peter looked at Ned with a disgusted face "Ned, gross dude. And no he just made a typo" MJ rolled her eyes "You two are gross, but It's kinda cute so I feel you" Peter smiled and picked up a textbook. "So, what's the sweetest thing Tonys done?" Flash asked hooking his arm around Liz's shoulders. "Sweetest? I don't know man, on our first date he serenaded me with a song" "That's not sweet. Come on! What was the thing that you couldn't stop smiling about for weeks afterward?" Ned asked leaning forwards.  "Well, our first time do-" "STOP" Flash shouted covering his ears as Peter chuckled to himself.

Peter Pls save me, they're all asking me about our love life. It's excruciating

Tony Want me to come and blow them away with my awesomeness?

Peter Yes please, I managed to shut them up by talking about our sex life but Ned seems to be plotting his next question.

Tony I'm parking the car

Peter looked up to the door and smiled at the sight of Tony Stark walking in. "I believe people were talking about me" He smiled sitting down on the chair next to Peter. "Hey, Mr. Stark," Ned said flashing him 'Please accept me for an internship' smile. "Relax, Ned, I shouldn't tell you this but you got the Internship" Ned let out a scream and was quickly hushed by the librarian "So, Mr. Stark, what do you think is the sweetest thing you ever did for Peter?" Flash asked returning his hand to Liz. "Hmm, I think It would be the night that Peter called me Tony for the first time"

2 YEARS EARLIER

"Mr. Stark I'm a big boy I don't need you to keep on saving me from fights," Peter said in protest, landing on a rooftop in downtown New York. "You're a baby, and that wasn't a fight, that was an attack that was specifically planned to target you" Peter tensed his face up "You could've taken those guys on so why can't I?" Peter argued ripping off his mask and letting the brown curls fly around his face. "Because I'm more experienced than you and I have an iron suit. Yours is... spandex" Tony pointed out stepping out of his suit and onto the ground as Peter took a step back. "You helped me create this suit so technically It's not my fault that I don't have a stronger suit. And that's not what you said when I fought Captain America" "I've said this before and I'll say this again, if Cap wanted to take you down, he would've" "Yes but he didn't. Can you just accept the fact that I might be more mature than you think? Why won't you let me fight the bad guys? I took on Thanos when we were stuck on Titan!" Tony scrunched his face up "Because Peter, I can't lose you again! I watched you die in my arms and I was waiting for the time that I would go and help save you in any other fucking world that you had gone to, but I didn't! I couldn't save you Kid, I never want to lose you again, you mean to much to me!" Peter stared at Tony. "I'm sorry, I am, you just, you need to let me do this stuff okay? If I'm really in danger, Karen will let you know" Tony didn't say anything just embraced Peter in a hug "Don't die, kid, please don't. I can't lose you too" "I won't Tony"

"That wasn't something sweet that you did, that was just a sweet moment between us" Peter scoffed turning to Tony. "I saved your life! I think that counts as being sweet" Tony argued turning his head. "Okay then, Peter, what was the sweetest thing you did for Tony?" MJ asked, suddenly intrigued in their love lives. "Oh, for sure the time that Tony said 'I love you peter Paker' for the first time"

A year earlier.

"Wassup Tony," Peter said sliding on the hard wooden floor in his pink fluffy socks. "Morning Peter, why are you in such a good mood?" Tony asked pouring himself a cup of coffee "Well if you must know, I have a date" Tony's heart dropped to his ass, figuratively but still, as peter announced he had a date. "Cool cool, who with?" Peter smiled "Quinten Beck, I met him on Tinder and he's hot as hell!" Tony covered up his disappointment with a smile. "I'm happy for you kid, I'm going down to the lab"

three hours later.

"FRIDAY has Peter returned from the date?" Tony asked attaching a string to a door and slamming it shut making a crate fall "No, he never left the tower, he is sobbing on the couch upstairs" Tony paused "He's what?" He asked again unsure if he heard her right "Sobbing upstairs" Tony left the crate and rushed upstairs. "Peter? Peter, what's wrong?" Tony asked trying to console the hyperventilation young adult on his couch. "Beck canceled the date, he told me that I was ugly and too nerdy" Peter sobbed, resting his head in the crook of Tony's neck. "When I find that lil bitch" Tony whispered. "Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Why does no one like me?!" Peter shouted sobbing harder. "Oh Peter, you're good enough and everyone is crazy to not see that, you're perfect peter" Tony whispered, "Then why does no one like me?" He cried out "They do" "Who Tony! Who likes me?! I'm just some ugly person" Peter screamed coming up for some air "Me Peter! I like you. No actually. I love you, Peter Parker. I always have and I always will"

"That was sweet, but that wasn't something you did for Tony" Nd pointed out, yawning in his seat whilst Betty rested her head on him. "Yeah I guess it was, I don't know actually, either I'm a shit boyfriend or Tony just doesn't tell me when I'm sweet" Tony laughed and pecked Peter's cheek. "I know what one of the sweetest things peter ever did was."

one month earlier.

"TONY!" Peter screeched from the lab. "BOI IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS VERRY FUCKING SECOND I WILL END OUR RELATIONSHIP!" Tony raced down the stairs and into the lab where he was met by Peter standing over an Iron Man suit "Yes my love? Something wrong?" Peter's eyes went soft at the sight of Tony's sleepless eyes and dropped shoulders. "Baby, when was the last time you slept?" Peter asked moving slowly towards Tony. "Like, seventy-two hours ago" Peter sighed and took the white blanket off of his shoulders and wrapped it around Tony's shoulders. "Come on, let's go to bed" Tony sulked and let Peter lift him off of his feet and carry him upstairs. "You know what's not fair" Tony yawned "What?" "The fact that you're younger and smaller than me, yet so much stronger than me" Peter laughed "Blame the radioactive spider for that one" Tony chuckled and felt his body sink into the memory foam mattress "I don't want to sleep" Tony sighed sleepily barely able to keep his eyes open. "Why?" Peter asked wrapping his arms around Tony "Because every time I close my eyes I see you slipping away in my arms. I can't keep reliving that Peter" Tony cried pulling Peter down to his eyesight. "Tony, hey Tony, look at me." Tony brought his eyes up to look at Peter. "I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving. You are my home, I love you and I always will. You're not going to lose me again. We won. He's dead." Tony sobbed quietly "I love you" He whispered falling asleep. "I love you too" Peter whispered back.

"Yeah, I have to admit that was pretty sweet of me to do" Peter laughed resting his head on Tony's lap. "It was, so tell me, what midterm do you all have first?" Tony asked gently caressing Peter's hair. "Peter has Law then Bioengineering. I have Law and physics, MJ has human relations, Liz has technology, and Flash has English Lit" Ned explained yawning gently. "That sucks for all of you." Tony laughed "Hey if we leave now we can still make our reservation" Peter whispered looking up at Tony. "You sure?" Peter nodded and looked up. "I hate to cut this short, but me and Tony-" "Tony and I" "Yes, thank you MJ, have a dinner reservation to attend, so we will be fucking off and I won't see you for the rest of this night" Tony smiled as Peter grabbed his hand and ran out the door. "I love you" Tony whispered "I love you too Tony" Peters's lips met Tonys in a sweet sensual kiss. "Come on, let's go"

Prompt 1

"Good morning handsome" Tony smiled as Peter rubbed his eyes. "Mornin' what time is it?" "The time is currently twelve minutes past nine in the morning" Peter rolled his eyes and slumped his head back on the pillow but evidentially rolling over and burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck. "I'm tired." He whined, feeling Tony's arms wrap around him. "I know, but, guess what" Peter looked up at his boyfriend "You're taking me out of college and whisking me away to a holiday in LA?" Tony smiled and kissed the tip of Peter's nose. "Nope, but I am taking you training today" Peter groaned again "In what universe is training better than a holiday" Peter deadpanned sitting up straight and pulling one of Tonys AC/DC shirts over his head "My universe. Hurry up, Peppers gonna be here in five" Peter whined for the fifth time in the time-space of an hour and sulked his way over to the chest of drawers currently holding all of his things. Since Peter and Tony had started dating, Peter had been slowly moving objects from his room into Tonys. A couple of CD's stacked up on the desk, along with some chemistry books, and some clothes. So far they hadn't been caught. Plus, they only had three months until Peter's twenty-first birthday when they could finally announce that they had been dating.  They just needed to keep it a secret for now. "Hey, I love you" Tony smiled lifting peters head up by his chin and kissing his softly "I love you too. I'm gonna shower though because I smell" Tony laughed "Yeah, you do" They stayed there for a moment, staring at each other and smiling. "Tony! You need to sign off- oh hi Peter" Both men separated quickly trying to cover it up by Tony fakely handing Peter a biology book on cells and reproduction. "Um hi Miss Potts I was just getting a book from To- Mr. Stark" Pepper smiled fondly "That's okay Peter." Peter smiled meekly at Tony and Pepper as he slipped out the bedroom door. "Fuck" He breathed out.

Peter dodged a punch and swung from one corned to the other. "Come on, babe, you can do better than this" Peter panted and landed on the floor next to him "Nope, I'm out" Tony smiled and pulled this small boyfriend up. "Come on, one more round and we can relax." Peter pulled himself together and nodded. "Okay, I can do this," He said dodging a kick and other suits that came flying past him. "One more!" Tony said cheering him on from the sidelines, "Fuck, Tony I can't do this" "There's no such word as can't" Peter smirked t himself "Nope, but there is a word called cannot and I cannot do this" H said turning his back as Tony shit down te simulation. "What's going on? You're usually so much better than this" Tony asked as peter layed his head on his lap. "I don't know, I've been in a funk ever since we lost the Titan battle" Tony frowned. "I'm never letting you go okay? I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so much. And that shit that happened with Thanos was not your fault. You were fifteen kid and were already conquering so much that I couldn't even do at fifteen. Don't beat yourself up because of one mistake" Tony leaned down and kissed peter's lips passionately. "I love you too Tones, and guess what day tomorrow is. Valentine's day" Tony rolled his eyes "Ugh, don't remind me" Peter laughed "Ill remind you in my way" Tony raised an eyebrow "Kinky" "That's not what I meant and you know it"

"Mr. Parker, you have a meeting in five minutes downstairs" FRIDAY chirped from the speakers in the kitchen. "SHIT! FRIDAY can you remind me when to take the cookies out of the oven?" He heard no response but figured that FRIDAY heard him. Peter raced over to his bedroom and pulled on one of Tonys' old AC/DC shirts and a pair of ripped skinny jeans before jogging down to the meeting room. "Good morning Mr. Parker, so nice of you to join us" Tony smiled sarcastically swiveling around in his chair. "Uh sorry, I was baking" He replied Shiley taking a seat next to Tony. "Baking?" Tony whispered moving his chair closer to Peter's "Yep, made some peanut butter cookies" He smiled. "Damn, get you a man that can cook" They both laughed a little before turning their attention to the man presenting as he 'cleared his throat' "Something funny?" The man asked, obviously tired of having to stop his presentation. "Nope, just laughing about the world" The man rolled his eyes at Tony and continued presenting his slideshow on 'Why Peter Parker should not take over SI' which wasn't the name but Peter thought that it might as well be the name since he was droning on about how someone with a manufacturing and technology background would be more suitable. But still, peter being peter he just sat quietly and held Tony's hand underneath the steel table. "Pete, you okay?" Tony asked quietly looking at the boy "Yeah, I'm just focusing on how many ways I could walk out the room right now" Tony laughed "Don't even walk, just jump out the window and let the suit catch you" Peter burst into laughter and fell on the ground wheezing. "What the fuck is so funny Mr. Parker? This is a serious meeting" Peter laughed as he stood up and regained his posture and self-control. "Nothing nothing, just thinking about a vine" He chuckled sitting down in his seat again. "What vine?" Tony asked playing along with the Vine story. "Is that a chicken?" He quoted not even missing a beat. "Kyle Jenner please report to the foyer," Tony said finishing off the stat pf the vine. The man presenting looked unamused and closed down the PowerPoint. "When you two can stop behaving like children we will come back," He said walking with his men out of the room. "Think we broke him?" Peter laughed spinning in his chair. "Nope, but you're gonna break your back is you don't stop spinning on this chair" Peter giggled and continued to spin on his chair until the chair gave way and he fell on Tony "Hi" He grinned dopey "Hi, think you can-" Tony was cut off by the man walking into the room again causing both men to jump and Peter to fall on the floor with an "Ouch" Along with Tony. "Never mind" Tony watched as the guy left and turned his head to look at Peter. "You okay?" He asked helping Peter stand up and regain his balance and confidence "Mhmm, are you okay?" Tony laughed at Peters's kindness. "I'm not the one that just fell off of a chair and hit my head on the floor" Peter smiled and rested his head on Tony's shoulder as Tony helped him into the elevator.

An hour had passed and the two lovebirds were sat on the couch eating Peters cookies and watching 'Burlesque' on Netflix. "I'm tired." Peter sighed wrapping a blanket around his cold body "If you wanna go to bed by all means go, I just wanna know if Jack and Ali will start dating" Tony smiled ruffling Peters's hair, "They do, now will you please come to bed with me?" Tony gasped "You just spoiled the movie" Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, come on just cuddle with me" Tony pulled peter towards him on the couch "I don't wanna" "Stop being a child Tony" "I'm not being a child" "Yeah? Then come to bed" "No" "Come to bed, Tony." "No" Tony, come to b-" Once again, they were interrupted by Natasha walking and Peter rolling off the couch. "Sup, what are we watching," She asked grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoveling it into her mouth. "Nothing, I'm gonna go to sleep. Night" Peter gave a 'Bed now' look to Tony who acted like he didn't see it and carried on watching the film. "Child" He muttered under his breath.

Peter sighed as he pulled on a pair of pajamas and slipped under the blue silk sheets of Tony's bed. "It's so cold, FRIDAY turn the heating up" and just like that Peter felt as if he was in Spain, relaxing on a beach and letting off steam. That was until he felt a dip in the bed and muscular arms cover his body and held him tight. "Let's go" Peter turned around. "What do you mean?" He questioned rubbing his eyes "You said you wanted to go to Spain right? Then let's go, let's spend Valentine's day in Spain" Peter smiled and hooked his arms around Tony. "Okay. I'm down for that. when are we going?" "Right now, get some clothes on, we'll buy whatever we need when we get there" Peter squealed and jumped out of the bed grabbing some jeans and sliding himself into them. "You're not getting changed?" He questioned looking at Tony. "I already am" Peter rolled his eyes as Tony flipped away the covers to reveal a fully tailored suit on him. "When did you have the tine to get fully charged? A second ago you were in a tank and sweat pants" "I have my ways. May i just say, you look ravishing" Peter blushed "I'm wearing an oversized shirt and Khakis, how is that ravishing" "Because it's my shirt that you're wearing" Peter rolled his eyes. "You're incredibly predictable Mr. Stark" Tony scoffed "No I'm not, you don't know what I'm going to do now" "Yes I do, you're going to pick me up and run with me in your arms to the helipad" Tony paused fr a minute "No I'm not." "Then what are you gonna do?" "I'm going to pick you up, and run with ou in my arms into the living room" Peter sighed "Wow, big difference" Tony smiled and grabbed Peter before running down the corridor. "Oh my god, Tony! Peter squealed "Put me down! Put me down!" Tony laughed and placed Peters feet on the floor kissing his 'Button nose' as Tony liked to describe it "I hate you" Tony shook his head "No you don't, you love me" "Unfortunately yes, yes I do, and it's a shame because I can never get mad at you" Peter smiled and kissed Tony passionately. "Don't eat each other's fucking faces" Both of them jumped to see the room filled with the avengers and Rhodey. "Uh, we can explain" Peter sighed pulling away from Tony/ "We can? " Tony questioned. "No, I'm out." Rhodey sighed. "I told you they were dating." "You knew?" Tony asked, shocked and in disbelief, thst they're amazing (Terrible ) attempts of covering up their relationship didn't work. "We all knew, you two cant keep a secret for your life." Tony scoffed at Natasha "Yes I can, I kept being Iron Man a secret" Peter scoffed this time. "No you didn't, Rodey and Pepper organized an entire speech on what you should say so you wouldn't reveal that you were IronMan and you still got up on that stage and said 'I am Iron Man' " Tony ignored the comment and looked at the group. "Yes, I and Peter are dating, but as of this moment we are going to Spaun to celebrate our first Valentine's day together" Tony picked Peter up and in a squeal, they were both gone from the eyesight of the other. "Damn, they're cute you've got to admit," Bruce said from the back. "They are, also who said they were eating each other's faces. Because Props to you" Rhodey smiled at Pepper. "All me, the look on their faces were priceless, I wish I had taken a photo" "I have taken a video of the moment and sent it to all of your phones" FRIDAY spoke chirpily, she wasn't a human, but goddamn could she sense when people liked her.

#starkr #starker-valentines #starkerxoxo 2020

[sublimestarker]

Valentines day

Dedicated to @maybeitsspidey for the challenge of  @starker-valentines

To some people, their eighteenth birthday was the happiest day on Earth. But not to Tony Stark. Not only had he been living without his parents for a year now, but the most significant thing in his life also did not occur as planned. In fact, it did happen at all. You see deep down beneath all his teenage angst bullshit Tony was a true romantic. Well, who wouldn’t be in a world where you knew that your soulmate, the one that is the one would be revealed to you on the day you turn eighteen. He remembered that every night before she tucked him in his mother would tell him the story of how she fell in love with his father. And it all started that damned soul mark, the soul mark that seemed to stubbornly not show on Tony’s skin no matter how much time passed. At first, he panicked. He went to doctors, the authorities, to everyone he knew in order to find an answer, but no one had a concrete solution to his problem. Then he did his own research- pulling all-nighters and devouring both books and articles online, for something, anything. He found a lot of myths, legends, conspiracy theories and such. And as for the more realistic evidence, he refused to believe it. Because you see throughout history the only reported cases of people without a soul mark were the ones where the soulmate had already passed away. At a certain point people stopped conducting research on the topic though, he noticed, so when it came to soul mates there was more to explore. Tony was not ready to lose someone he had never met, especially if that person was the love of his life. He had to find a way to have a soulmate.

But Tony didn’t exactly know what to do. He was certain of one thing - if there was a way to change fate he would be the man for the job. So he did what he could do best - invent a piece of new technology. Ever since he took over Stark industries he was looking for his big break and he knew that even if the purpose behind this was incredibly selfish, that this was only a passion project if everything went according to plan it would be the thing that would guarantee him a spot in history books. Though there were countless apps claiming that they would find your soulmate with one hundred percent accuracy and well he had tried them all with little to no success, he was set to design one. The closest he came to having a real relationship and not just a random one night stand thanks to ‘’matchwithyoursoulmate.com’’ or some other crap like this was Pepper Potts. She was the most stunning woman ever. She always took his breath away, and he loved everything about her - the way her blonde hair framed her face like a halo, the calmness in her sky blue eyes, the countless praise and love that came from her lips, her intelligence - she was like the encyclopedia Brown, always providing you with relevant information, most often in a cocky tone. She was the love of his life and he had even come close to settling down with her - he had a ring bought, and a list of baby names. Until one day she got her soul mark. Some kid that had just turned eighteen managed to take her away, to sweep her off her feet like Tony never could. Stark had been so blinded by his own rage and sadness that he failed to notice that this was a scientific breakthrough until months later. This meant that his soulmate could be out there, but they were just not of age yet. And that both terrified him and excited him.

Tony had seen it before - all the gag gifts or words that cougars often said - my soulmate isn’t born yet. Could that be the case for him as well? While he did not mind an age gap relationship - he had been on both ends, multiple times, as time went on he was growing worried.  He would not have a problem dating someone younger than him in his late twenties, and in his late thirties but now as he was fast approaching his early forties and already struggling with all the media attention surrounding his upcoming app, he could not see how his future soulmate would take all of it. That would probably be their first relationship, and it would not only be with a celebrity but also with a celebrity who was twice their age and likely over. Would that make the soulmate resent Tony, or would they bask in the attention, enjoying their new status as arm candy? These questions seemed to pollute his mind constantly, distracting him from the massive amount of work he had to do in order to even be featured in the media. So, for the time being, he focused on nothing but the app, working tirelessly, in order to make the launch date. And soon enough the thoughts of his soulmate disappeared. 

It was the day before the launch. T minus 24 hours before the most important day of Tony’s life, the epitome of his career, all his research leading to the first successful app for finding soulmates. He had named it Ironman, he wasn’t entirely sure why maybe it came to him in a dream or maybe it had something to do with a Tony from a parallel universe. Despite all the stress and excitement surrounding the jam-packed schedule he had tomorrow - he would be in interviews and press conferences all day, Tony decided to try to sleep. Normally he’d consider a drink or some other activity, just as sinful in order to fall asleep but tonight he was not in the mood for anything like that. He decided to make himself some camomile tea instead. As he was putting the kettle on he rolled up his sleeves, an old habit. What he saw caused him to forget about the tea and sleep entirely. The words ‘’Mr. Stark, smile for the camera’’ were imprinted on his wrist in bold letters like a tattoo and that meant only one thing - he would meet his soul mate tomorrow. They were most likely a journalist or a photographer, oh god please not someone who’s paparazzi. To add to the pressure of possibly the most important day of his life, Tony also had to scan through the numerous people at the event in order to find his soul mate. At least he had a clue that they were young and that was about it. Maybe he would use a few drops of scotch in his almost burned tea.

Tony was nervous. Scratch that Tony was scared shitless, and just maybe on the verge of a panic attack. He could not possibly screw this up. He would just go on with his day as if it was a normal press conference filled 24 hours. Tony sort of managed that, but every time someone told him to smile for the camera, he would freeze for a moment, looking at them, evaluating them and making sure that they were not his soul mate. He even had a tactic - he replied to them in different ways, never using the same phrase twice, so he could gauge their reactions. So far no one seemed to fit the description and the junket was almost over. He was starting to lose hope until he heard the words ‘’Mr.Stark smile for the camera.’’. Most reporters called him Tony, but this one did not, and as soon as Stark saw him he knew why. This guy looked like he wasn’t even old enough to be part of a company, more like the intern who’s been tasked with a big event as some form of a test. Tony tried not to get choked up when looking at this handsome man with his chocolate curls and big doe brown eyes and replied:’’ Sure thing, kid.’’. He saw the reporter’s eyes widening as he almost dropped the very expensive camera. So that’s his soulmate, huh. Tony gave him the most genuine smile he could while looking at his press pass - the kid worked for the daily bugle. Stark discreetly sent a message to his bodyguard Happy to get a car to escort the boy to a more private location, that is if the young man consented. Tony’s nerves were sky-high, his anxiety through the roof, but he managed to answer every question at the junket, quickly noticing that his soul mate was just a photographer and the daily bugle had a reporter too. Somehow the press conference passed smoothly and he was on his way to the limousine faster than you can say ‘’thank you for your attention’’. But to Stark’s surprise the limousine sent was not empty - there sat his soul mate, fidgeting with his hands. 

‘’Hey, I’m Peter Parker.’’ the younger man mumbled with uncertainty, too nervous to say anything more. 

“Look, Peter, you don’t have to be nervous. I know you must feel overwhelmed by all this and I’d get it if you want to leave. ” It hurt him to say these words, but he needed his soulmate to know that they could be platonic if needed to.

‘’No, Tony, I mean Mr. Stark. I do want this, to know you. It might just take us some time.’’

As fate would have it it didn’t. By the time they were at Stark tower they had talked about everything and anything, and somehow they had gone up to Tony’s penthouse. 

There one thing led to another and they were already making out on the couch. 

Peter’s kisses grew desperate. All teeth and tongue and futile attempts to bite Tony’s bottom lip. But the younger man quickly got reminded of who’s in charge when Stark began leaving a trail of kisses down his neck, soon biting harshly and proudly leaving hickeys. Pete heard his lover quickly mumble something about marking him more next time before Tony nipped him lightly on the ear and moved on to gently kissing his chest. Peter had always known that when you were doing something with a partner you were much more sensitive than when you were by yourself but he did not expect that he would be on the brink of orgasm just by his soul mate’s lips on his chest. God, Tony was so good with his mouth, that his boyfriend could not even imagine what would happen when those lips would reach, well more intimate places, but the telltale blush indicated that he’d enjoy it. And as for Stark himself, his lips were slowly but steadily moving from  Peter’s chest down to his crotch when the younger man panted out.

‘’We can’t really do this. I mean I know we’re soul mates, but we just met today and all of this is happening so fast and I don’t think I’m ready to lose my virginity just yet. Oh God I probably ruined everything for you and now you think I’m just a horny little twink who’s only into receiving, I’ve screwed this up and you’re the most important guy ever, quite literally. I’m such a rambling nerd, I’m sorry.’’

‘’Hey, Peter, it’s okay. I think we both got a little too overexcited tonight, which is understandable given the situation. And we can take things at a slower pace, that’s fine with me. I waited for you for so long, what’s a bit more.’’

‘’Well you know I originally planned to lose it after six months of dating someone, but at the rate that this is going, I’m not sure that I can even last one month.’’

‘’Way to both ruin the moment and make me proud that I still got it, kid. Let’s just go to sleep and you can tell me more about how irresistible my body is tomorrow. Goodnight.’’

#StarkerXOXO-2020 #tony stark x peter parker #starker #starker smut #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider

[the-mad-starker]

Valentines Day Fic: Slow Hands

Written by @the-mad-starker​ and @still-lovelygarnet​ for @castronomicaaal​ in @starker-valentines​! We hope you enjoy the fic and know that we're so grateful for your help and patience.

Mads: We teamed up thinking we can get this prompt out fast! Instead, we pulled a purely Mads and Garnet move and ended up doubling the word count. Woops! But it's worth it. We had a lot of fun writing this.

Garnet: As always, writing with Mads is too much fun to stop. This is a Valentine's gift for the amazing Castro, but it also was for me too, since writing it made me beyond happy. Happy Valentine's day ❤️

Notes: established relationship, first time, fluff, safe sex, Valentine's Date

WC: 11.290

(AO3 Link)

Summary:

Tony loved kissing Peter and the thought of doing more sent an almost terrifying thrill rushing through him. He would do everything in his power to make Peter feel as loved as Tony felt.

"It's a date then, sweetheart," Tony confirmed, "Dinner with the most handsome man in the world and then after… Whatever you want, baby. I'll make it happen just to see a smile on your face."

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Tony had an entire theater system on one of the floors in the tower. And yet, here he was in the privacy of his own penthouse, watching Wall-E on his big-screen TV.

The reason for this was the young man curled up in his arms. They had just finished a long day in the lab, several hours of shop talk, upgrades being planned then put into motion.

Put into words, six hours sounded way too long for a lab session but for Tony, the time had really flown.

He had never met anyone quite like Peter and yes, people could argue that they were very much alike. Both geniuses in their own right and both striving for the good of the world.

Well, Tony strived. He was pretty sure that Peter was just good incarnate but that was an argument for another day.

The point was, Peter was his reason for doing a lot of things. And if his boyfriend wanted to watch Wall-E just because Tony hadn't seen it before, then they'd watch Wall-E even if his arm was going slightly numb from Peter laying on it. 

It was still a bit chilly during February so a nice, thick blanket kept the warmth trapped between them. Tony shifted a bit to get some of the blood circulating but then resettled his arm so it curled around Peter's waist. Problem solved.

"This is actually pretty… cute," Tony remarked. "You know, we can probably build our own version of Wall-E. Dumm-E and U would be ecstatic about having a little brother. And FRIDAY and Karen could be big sisters."

The young man next to him remained unresponsive for a short while. Big brown eyes were glued on the huge screen, yet looks were quite deceiving since his thoughts were focused elsewhere. 

"Hm?" Peter's eyebrows climbed up a little as he finally came back to the present. 

A smile spread across his soft lips upon realizing Tony's entertaining proposition. Even more than that, Peter was delighted that his boyfriend was enjoying the movie he had picked. 

It was easy for him to draw out the parallels between Wall-E and himself and, of course, EVE and Tony. 

The man was the definition of amazing, he was brighter than the sky's brightest star. A hero to all. To Peter. And way, way more than that. 

"Glad you like it," His smile curved wider, perfectly white teeth flashing with his grin. "Getting all kinds of ideas, are you?" Peter's eagerness for Tony's creative projects was painfully obvious, always had been. 

This time he was distracted, however.

Valentine's was only a few days away and they hadn't spoken a word about it. Maybe Tony didn't like that stuff. Maybe he was busy. But Peter, being the hopeless romantic that he was, was sweating bullets over it. 

They had been on dates before, sure they had. But this date… this date would be different.

Nervously, he cleared his throat before attempting to go on. 

"Uhm… What about EVE, though? Can we make her, too? I think Wall-E would be… lonely without her." 

Instead of a facepalm, he let his eyes slip shut for a moment too long. Was he really trying to talk his way to a Valentine's date with Tony like this?

Real smooth, Peter. Real smooth.

"We could–" Again, he had to clear his throat since it was getting so dry from the nervousness. "We could… brainstorm about it. On… Friday?" 

His eyes darted back to Tony. 

His effort at being nonchalant and discreet only made the layers behind Peter's words exceedingly apparent.

Friday…

Tony hummed at the thought, mind already whirling with possible schematics and cozy little workshop dates. It wasn't unusual at all for the pair to have multiple lab days. Maybe they wouldn't go so hard at it on Friday since today was rather long.

He could take them out to eat, somewhere a bit private so people wouldn't sneak pictures of them. It was the least he could do considering what he had planned for Valentine's Day–

Wait. Valentine's Day. When was that again?

It was on… Friday.

The older man had at least ten different reminders for the things he needed to do. Double, triple check his reservation. Make sure his gifts were still ready to go. So many things but then…

Tony brushed aside a stray curl as he considered.

Was Peter hinting at just staying in for Valentine's Day? It wasn't Tony's original plan but he could roll with it.

"We can if that's what you wanna do on Valentine's Day," Tony mused. "Don't wanna do anything special? Maybe a candlelit dinner, a breathtaking view of the city… We can talk about making Wall-E and EVE there, too."

Peter's eyes grew from wide to wider as he listened to Tony speak, ears perked up, fully engaged antennas. With his breath caught somewhere in his throat, Peter was certain that if he tried to answer only an excited squeal would come out.

The older man shifted a bit so that he could look Peter in the eye. He was surprised to find the normally giddy man looking anxious. Another thought crossed his mind.

"Wait– Did I not ask you about going to dinner with me on Valentine's Day?" It was with a startling sense of mortification that Tony realized he did exactly that.

They had been together for almost a year, just shy a couple months actually. And Tony… Tony, the futurist, Tony the person who tended to go overboard and plan things way ahead, had made reservations for Valentine's Day six months in advance.

The only problem was, he had forgotten to clue Peter in on it.

Heat had crept up on Peter's cheeks when he finally managed to shake his head at the man. His eyes were still big and his lips agape. And then, slowly, the corners of his mouth turned up to form a perfect smile; a smile full of delight, of fuzzy feelings that had his heart skipping a beat and his belly fill with butterflies. 

"I want that!" He erupted, glowing with excitement, "A-a… a candlelit dinner!" 

Taken by surprise, Peter pushed himself against Tony until the man laid flat on the couch and he, on top of him.

"I can't believe you forgot to tell me!" His chest vibrated with joyful laughter even though the tone of his voice resembled a whine. 

Tony was surprised by the strength of his reaction. The boy had gone from shy and a bit cautious to being a ball of energy.

It was no wonder though if Tony had made such a blunder.

He smiled sheepishly at his boyfriend, pushing himself up so that Peter straddled his hips.

"Sorry, kiddo," Tony said. He cupped Peter's cheeks and leaned in to gently kiss his forehead. When he pulled back, he joked, "Can't even blame my old age for this one, I've always been like this. Skipping to part 8 without checking in on part 1, 2, 3."

He wanted to do better though, needed to do better because his actions had caused Peter some anxiety.

Peter looked back at the man of his dreams. His sparkling eyes roamed freely along the beautiful, breathtaking features that he adored. 

His heart struck gaze paused here and there, on the deep wrinkles that formed close to Tony's eyes, on the grey hairs of his beard and mustache… On his soft, desirable lips. 

"I, uhm…" Peter was clearly lost, captivated by the man before him. His eyelids fell a bit as the color of his cheeks deepened. "I was thinking… maybe afterward, we could come back here." 

This time, Peter's voice was quiet. Too quiet. Full of significance that was too much for the young man to phrase. 

With that, Peter's gaze fled to look at his fingers that fidgeted with the small buttons of Tony's shirt, close to his collar. 

"I was thinking… maybe we could spend the night together." He meant more than he was saying, trusting in the flickering hope that Tony understood that. 

With his bottom lip caught under his teeth, Peter peeked at the man again to catch his reaction.

There was no denying just exactly what Peter meant by those words. And with the younger man pressed against him, it was a temptation unlike any other.

Tony had to close his eyes and take in a deep breath. His initial reaction was to shout for joy, to tumble Peter onto his back and kiss him. Give kiss after kiss after kiss until they were both breathless from it.

When he opened his eyes, the desire was there but he kept himself under control.

This was a serious matter and even though such talk usually made his skin crawl, the last thing Tony wanted was to fuck up what they had. He didn't want Peter to have any regrets.

"I would want to," Tony said, first and foremost. There was no way he'd let Peter think he didn't want him in any shape or form. "But we don't have to, baby. Just because it's Valentine's Day… We don't have to do that. I'd be happy if you just wanted to do this… You can sleep in my arms, just let me hold you at night and that'll be more than enough for me."

This… Just being together. Laughing. Talking. building amazing things together. Watching silly and heartfelt movies about robots.

Peter nodded; a gentle gesture, despite the fact that his heart was pounding so loudly that he wondered if Tony could hear it. 

They had been together for almost a year, Peter was well past the age of consent and yet… they hadn't been intimate past a certain point. It was not because Peter didn't want to, but perhaps, there had never been the right place for it, the right time. 

Or perhaps, he was too nervous. Intimacy was a complicated thing, even a kiss was enough to overwhelm Peter. 

But Tony had been so patient. Never pushing for more, he always took care of him. 

"I know," Peter replied softly, as he cuddled closer. He rested his chin on Tony's shoulder and his fingers caressed the nape of the man's neck, rubbing a little rougher into the skin. 

"But I… I want this," he whispered and his lips touched just under Tony's ear. "I'm ready."

Was he? A deep, aching desire surely told him as much, but his heart pounded frantically at the very thought. It was almost frustrating that Tony could be so patient and composed when his own body was going haywire. 

But at the same time, this calmness, this control, was what drew Peter in. What ultimately lulled the craziness and made him feel safe.

Tony's arms tightened around Peter's waist and his hand came up to stroke through his thick curls of hair.

"Leave it up to me," Tony told him sincerely. "I'll take care of you, baby. We can go as slow or as fast as you need."

He gently nuzzled against the other's face, then turned so their lips could brush together softly. It was far from their first kiss but it was still just as sweet, just as exciting. Just as addicting.

Tony loved kissing Peter and the thought of doing more sent an almost terrifying thrill rushing through him. He would do everything in his power to make Peter feel as loved as Tony felt.

"It's a date then, sweetheart," Tony confirmed, "Dinner with the most handsome man in the world and then after… Whatever you want, baby. I'll make it happen just to see a smile on your face."

As if to make Tony's wish come true, a smile spread across Peter's lips. Those tender words, those touches they shared were so deeply treasured. Powerful enough to soothe away all worries. 

"You are not the most handsome man in the world," he liked to counter Tony's jests about vanity. 

Looking deep into his eyes, with his own, overly honest, he answered with a smirk.

"You're the most handsome in the universe, in all the universes."

Peter left another chaste kiss on Tony's lips, soft and sweet, making it known that he meant every word.

At that, Tony let out a truly genuine laugh.

Then he did exactly as his desires urged him to. He tumbled Peter onto his back, almost losing balance himself. With his boyfriend vulnerable and laid out beneath him, Tony leaned close and– booped him on the nose.

"I was talking about you, underoos," Tony chuckled. "But if you're happy to share the title, I'd be more than happy to take it up."

A bit startled, Peter looked up at him with dewy-eyed innocence. It didn't take long for him to catch up, though, and soon he was smiling widely, blushing warmly at the man above.

There it was again, his hammering heartbeat. Tony's weight on top of him sent every inch of his body in overdrive. His lower half had no quarrels, no ounce of hesitation or regard over his embarrassment. In a second, his pants were becoming tight and uncomfortable. 

"Yeah…" Peter answered hazily, brown eyes focused on Tony's lips in a silent plea.

Another soft, gentle kiss followed, then Tony smiled and sat up.

"I'll get us some more snacks. Rewind the movie a bit? Gotta finish it if we wanna be serious about building our own."

He'd brave the cold for more snacks and maybe the chill would help cool off some of his growing desires. With that, Tony got up but he made sure to keep the blanket tucked around the younger man.

Peter was thankful for it, as he sat up too, following Tony around with his adoring gaze. Thankful because the tent in his jeans was still successfully hidden.

He squeezed a pillow into his arms to release some of the tension. Raging hormones were very often the reason these hugs had to be cut short. But Tony never embarrassed him for it. 

"Don't be long," the young man waved a hand while still trying to calm down. "Or I might come looking." 

He gestured with his chin, and once Tony left, allowed his lungs to empty the heavy, love struck sigh that he had been keeping in since the start of the movie. 

Tony's laughter could be heard from the kitchen but he returned quickly enough with a refilled bowl of popcorn. He kissed Peter's temple and passed him the bowl.

He rejoined him under the blanket and casually laid his arm behind the other's shoulder.

"You keep making threats like that and you'll see where it gets you," Tony grinned, then he turned back to the movie. "Okay, Friday, baby, hit that play button."

He had so many plans in motion leading up to Valentine's Day. He could only hope those plans weren't overkill, but as far as he was concerned, Valentine's Day was the perfect excuse to shower Peter with love.

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Tony had always been a generous person and towards those he kept close to his heart, that meant he'd shower them with gifts.

Holidays like birthdays, Valentine's Day, and Christmas were all excuses to do so. Truthfully though, he didn't need a holiday to show his appreciation. If he saw something that made him think of them, he'd buy it. If he thought up of something he could build, he'd build it.

It was that simple.

Peter was different though. No matter how many thoughts were crowding in his head, how many plans or schematics pulling themselves together in his mind, Peter Parker was there in the center of it all.

Tony had a plan for Valentine's Day and the last few  days leading to it were very much included in them.

He sent roses. Not just the traditional red, but pinks and whites, yellows… Basically, a whole rainbow of roses. Each one had a note, handwritten personally by Tony and reminding Peter just what he adored about him. His smile, his laughter, his sharp, brilliant mind. Even just the way he pouted or grumbled when things didn't go exactly as planned.

Tony loved it all.

He sent chocolates and treats. Made sure Peter and May had nice breakfasts waiting for them in the morning. And during lunch, when Peter was studying or getting out of class, Tony would drop by and spend time with him.

One of those evenings, Tony took Peter to get a nice suit. It wasn't the first time Tony did it since there were plenty of events the Avengers had to attend, but this was more personal.

This was just for them.

Tony guided Peter through the process and together, they picked out a nice form fitting suit for their date. The look in his eyes was more than enough to convince anyone that Tony Stark was well and truly gone over this man.

And after, he took Peter out on the town. Nothing too fancy and nothing too exhausting. Their big day was on Friday so these were just small little things that Tony did to ease the building anticipation they both felt.

Thursday night, he dropped Peter off at the apartment. The suit had been tailored and ready for use. Tony may have helped to choose it, but he hadn't seen Peter wear it yet.

Tomorrow.

"Get some rest, sweetheart," Tony said. "I'll pick you up tomorrow, okay?"

Peter was glowing, a glow that many chased after in their life but only few were lucky enough to achieve. It spoke of things too dear for words, of having everything when his young heart was only in need of Tony.

That's what Tony was, his everything.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, boss." Peter grinned at his own little tease, and reached for the handle but stopped. 

His eyes darted back, gravitated towards Tony. Playful and full of admiration, they said those three words that the two had shared plenty of times. Yet it was not enough, it would never be.

He watched the man go down the few stairs and before it was too late, Peter ran after him. 

"Hey, you forgot something!" He called out to attract Tony's attention. As the older man turned, he was met with a sweet kiss on the lips. 

"I love you," Peter whispered gently into it and just as quickly stormed back up the stairs, grinning to himself so widely that his cheeks were hurting.

That same night Peter was too excited to sleep. His palm rested on his chest that raced while he stared up at the dark ceiling. It was still decorated with little stars from when he was younger. When going to space was still a dream and nothing more. 

He laid there for hours but it felt as if it was minutes. Tony held all his thoughts captive, their date and… what would follow. 

Despite getting little sleep, Peter's youth gave him enough freshness the next day. He couldn't keep still through the morning and afternoon, and when it was still far too early he started getting dressed.

The suit was a marvel. A beautiful cream color that they had picked out together, its fabric one of the most expensive and finest in New York. 

And yet, in some mind blowing way, while wearing it Peter managed to make it look like clothes hanging on a hanger.

"Oh no…" he palmed his cheeks while checking himself out in the mirror. "No, no, no…" The reflection stared back at him, full of rising doubts.

A clown, that's what he looked like. The resemblance was uncanny and Peter would rather hide in his room than let Tony see him this way. 

Just then, when he was about to shed the jacket of the suit, his aunt came through the door. 

"Oh my!" She gasped with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

"Nonono, don't say a word," Peter rushed to object, but his aunt had other plans.

She circled around and adjusted the suit on his shoulders. It fit like a glove - she could see it even if Peter's eyes refused to do so. 

"You look stunning, dear. We just need to push your hair back… look at that," Without waiting for his permission her fingers work his curls back to give him a more sophisticated look. 

A scoff pushed up Peter's lungs, but he gave in a little. "I just… I need everything to be perfect." he sighed, "Tony deserves perfect."

"Then he's lucky to have you, don't you think?" May smiled warmly and rubbed Peter's tense shoulders. "Are you sure there isn't something else that is bothering you, dear?"

They both knew she could read him like an open book, yet Peter shook his head. "Thanks," he answered quietly, a way for him to ask for his privacy back. 

Once alone, Peter rubbed his sweaty fingers together, he was so excited that his blood raced, pumped full of adrenaline. The time was getting nearer and anticipation grew greater and greater inside his heart.

But, what if nothing worked out as planned? What if aliens came down and ruined their dinner! What if… what if he was a disaster in bed? Was it really a good idea? Was it really the right time?

The doubts were like a storm of crows and not before long, Peter was taking the jacket off again. Convinced of how absurd it looked, he left it on the bed. 

His eyes caught glimpse of the photo he had printed, Tony and him, in their superhero suits, posing for a selfie. It was strategically attached on the headboard of his bed, near his pillow.

Warmth flooded his chest and without even knowing it, a smile shone on his face. 

There was a knock on the door, the sound pushed him right out of his daydream.

"–Said I'm good, thanks!" Peter shouted to be heard, presumably talking to his aunt but he wasn't. 

The door opened and Tony took a step forward before stopping dead in his tracks.

His lovely Peter was unaware of his arrival so he was able to drink his fill without feeling too embarrassed over his gawking.

In the shop, the color and material of the suit had caught both their eyes. Tony knew right away that it would be perfect for the younger man but Peter hadn't been so sure, despite looking at it with such longing.

Looking at him now, Tony was in a daze, stunned by how absolutely gorgeous his boyfriend looked. He managed to pull himself together and save his reputation.

In an attempt to look casual, he leaned against the door, a lazy but appreciative smile on his face.

"You look stunning, Pete," Tony complimented him. "My only regret now… is that everyone at the restaurant will get to see just how handsome you look. But I can't complain, can I? Nope, not, at all. This is me not complaining because… because I'm just so damn lucky you chose to be with me."

At the sound of this beloved, familiar voice, Peter turned back around with a surprised expression. A word was about to come out his lips but it got choked back into his throat. 

Tony was breathtaking. Literally. 

"H-hey, hey, hi. When… w-when did you get here?" Peter stumbled through the sentence. 

The clumsiness was a unique quality of his, but Tony only found it endearing and entirely adorable. The older man gave a teasing smile, cocking his head and pairing it with a casual shrug.

"Just now," he admitted, "just in time to get the best view in the house."

Tony's compliments sank in after the young man blinked hastily for a short while to take in the heart stopping, smoldering hot looks of his date.

A blush heated his cheeks and Peter pushed a stray lock behind his ear. 

"Thanks," he managed a polite response now that finally his brain was mostly back in working order.

Peter strolled forward to get closer. 

"You don't look too bad yourself," he teased in return and quickly glanced behind Tony's back to make sure May was nowhere to be seen.

Satisfied, he took yet another step and pushed himself up to plant a kiss on Tony's lips. 

Kissing Peter was as natural as breathing and Tony found it hard to pull away. His arm slipped around the younger man's waist, more than happy to have this sweet kiss linger.

Almost reluctantly, he pulled away.

"Just need one thing, then I can spend the whole night romancing and wooing you." 

Tony gave him a cheeky wink before he went to retrieve the jacket. He held it up towards the younger man to help him put it on.

Peter's eyes moved from Tony to the jacket and back again. In some extraordinary way, the man put all his worries to rest. All insecure thoughts were silenced, leaving behind rosy cheeks and a beautiful smile. 

He extended his arms and twisted his body accordingly so that the sleeves could slip back on. Firm and experienced hands straightened his jacket down the middle, leaving the few buttons open to show off the delicate, flowery pattern that adorned the inner lining. 

"Consider me ready to be wooed," Peter said with eagerness aplenty while looking up, deep within the other's eyes. 

Out of both need and habit, he caught Tony's hand to intertwine their fingers together. Hopefully, he wouldn't notice how sweaty his palms were. 

The older man gave him a warm smile and before they set off on their date, Tony brought their clasped hands up. He pressed a tender kiss over the younger man's knuckles. The look in his brown eyes was just as earnest, full of sincerity and wonder.

"Plan has been set in motion," Tony said teasingly. "Be prepared, I'll knock your socks off."

Tony kept the mood light while always making sure there was a smile on Peter's face.

The dinner was… perfect. Not perfect in the sense that everything went according to plan, but perfect in that whatever problems they bumped into, they both overcame it.

Tony had insisted on driving them into the city. He had wanted the date to have a personal touch and he knew his boyfriend was still a bit self-conscious about being driven around. A limo wasn't exactly the most low key ride ever, and he liked the idea of personally driving them.

Their reservation for the dinner had been entered incorrectly. It was set an hour after they arrived and the staff had been nervous about upsetting the great Tony Stark.

It was Valentine's Day though, and while the restaurant was packed with dining customers, Tony didn't want to ruin the mood.

They spent the hour away at the bar, their two heads leaning together, murmuring casual conversation like secrets. Peter's brown eyes were mesmerizing in the dim light, seeming to glow with pleasure.

The hour went by quickly, lost in soft chatter and casual touches. They had appetizers to soften their appetite. A drink or two accompanied the food, the amount of alcohol way below their limit but just enough that the world softened around them.

By the time their table was ready, Tony almost suggested they go back to his penthouse right then and there. But seeing the beautiful smile on Peter's face, Tony made himself wait.

He had promised his boyfriend a candlelit dinner and even though he was sure Peter was well and properly wooed, he wouldn't stop there.

The candlelit dinner was a success and it was the best memory both would ever have. The picture taken then would be one of the favorites that Tony would ever come to possess.  

The city was lit up in all its colorful glory in the background. Peter was rosy cheeked from Tony's sweet whispers, a shy but pleased smile on his face. And Tony had such a goofy but genuine smile that stretched from ear to ear. His face was slightly tilted, parted lips brushing against Peter's curls.

It was them, Peter and Tony, immortalized forever in digital data as the loving and silly couple they were.

Tony loved it.

And when they arrived back at the penthouse, Tony's scarf was curled around Peter's neck. It was damn freezing for February and just that small gesture showed how he truly cared for his boyfriend.

He slipped an arm around Peter's trim waist, tucking him close to his side as they rode the elevator up.

"Thank you for this," Tony couldn't help but express, "For… For being with me. Here. For talking sense into me all those months ago."

He kissed the top of Peter's head.

"I don't know where I'd be without you, kiddo," Tony murmured.

Tilting up, Peter's eyebrows showed a bit of surprise. Yet the young man's eyes were soft with adoration over this man that made all of his dreams come true. 

Throughout the night he had been smiling so wide and so often that his cheeks were hurting. A small price to pay for happiness. Led by Tony's careful planning, by his calm and controlled demeanor, nothing could have possibly ruined their date. Not even aliens.

All that worrying had been a waste of time. Or, well, there was still something left to do. Something that Peter was looking forward to since the very start of their relationship. Before that, even.

He nodded, a wicked gleam playing in his big brown eyes. 

"You're welcome," Peter couldn't keep a straight face and scrunched up his nose while fighting back a grin. Finally, he shook his head, curls bouncing around with the movement. 

"No, I thank you, for everything you've done for me… and for tonight. It's… it's the best night of my life." The lingering traces of humor faded entirely from his face as he looked up at the older man with silent longing.

Peter held a tissue in his hands and for the duration of the elevator ride, he was twisting it around and around, essentially shredding it to pieces by the time they arrived at the penthouse.

With Tony's palm gently touching him over his lower back, the young man stepped forward. He had been here before countless times, yet there was nervousness in his step as if he was entering a place unfamiliar. 

This was finally it. His heart swelled and pounded, close to erupting. Waiting one more minute would be a minute too long, so Peter twisted around to grip Tony's hand with his own that was cold and sweaty at the same time. 

The lights of the city created a glowing mist outside the huge windows of the living room, behind Peter's dark form that pulled Tony in. 

"Tony…" he let out with a wanton little tone and caught his lips for an urgent kiss.

The kiss took Tony by surprise but he had wanted to kiss and touch Peter all night. The sudden urgency was what caught him off guard but he rolled with it.

It was the easiest thing for Tony to wrap his arms around the younger man. Even easier to kiss those soft lips he'd been glancing at throughout the night.

It would've been so easy to forget himself and just take and take… Let his desires run rampant and truly lose control.

But.

But this was Peter, the love of his life.

Tony took control of the kiss. His fingers slipped into those wild curls he loved so much and with a tilt of his head, slowed the kiss to a much slower but sensual pace. When he pulled back, they were both breathless with pounding hearts.

He stroked a thumb over Peter's lips and cupped his face as he looked into his eyes.

"No rush, sweetheart," Tony said softly. "C'mon, as much as I loved seeing you in this suit, let's get you outta these, hmm?"

Tony led him into the bedroom and as he did, he loosened his tie and let it hang casually around his neck. Once inside, he turned towards Peter and let his eyes really take him in.

His Peter was so handsome. So breathtaking. 

Tony couldn't help but get close again, backing him up until the door pressed against his back. He stole more kisses, hungry with increasing desire. Each one still maintained that slow, passionate pace, a buildup for what was to come.

Peter kissed back, still getting impatient from time to time, but Tony's touches didn't let things get out of hand. He was thankful that his partner took control, there was safety in it. 

With his back against the door, he gripped the man's loose tie to drag it down just slightly so that their lips would stay connected. Their combined hasty breaths melted into one another. 

Gradually, with the efforts of two sets of hands, Peter's jacket was coming off, slipping down his built yet slender arms to touch the floor. 

The lights were on but dim, and Peter could see the way Tony was looking back at him, with the same unapologetic desire. 

Next, his shaky hands tugged at Tony's jacket, a roll of the man's shoulders helped to shrug it off. Peter gasped softly into the kiss as the anticipation rose inside him to the point that it was making him dizzy. 

"I want you, Tony," he whispered even though they both knew it. 

The heat of his body had already skyrocketed, his pants had gotten tight. 

"You got me, sweetheart," Tony replied in between kisses. "All yours–" Another kiss, another hungry sound. "–as long as you want me…"

"I don't… I don't want to wait anymore," Peter's voice was nothing more than a whisper. If it was just a little bit louder, it would break.

Tony didn't want to wait either, but he didn't want to rush either. It was becoming harder by the minute to continue this slow pace, but he wanted this moment to last. He wanted to watch the pleasure fill those honey brown eyes and catalog all the different sounds his Peter made for him.

"Here–" Tony slipped a muscled thigh between Peter's legs and pressed it right against the hard outline he felt earlier.

At the same time, his hands slipped from Peter's waist down to that sinful ass he'd been teased with for the better part of the year. He gave it a nice squeeze, satisfaction bubbling from deep within when it pulled a shocked, but delighted gasp from the younger man.

He massaged it and soft groans reverberated against Peter's mouth as he used his grasp to pull their bodies tight.

His own cock was half hard in his pants, undeniable proof of just how badly Tony wanted him.

"Just like this," Tony murmured, voice dropping low with want. "Let me feel you, just like this…"

Peter always got like this, even when they were doing nothing but kissing. Having his senses dialed up to eleven all the time came with consequences, it messed with his libido. Tony messed with his libido, he was to blame just the same.

"Ah…" his fingers dug deep into the man's button-up shirt, fabric wrinkling under blunt fingernails.

Slow and sensually, their bodies moved together. Tony's thigh gave him enough friction for his eyes to squeeze shut in pleasure, for his own hips to spring into motion without concern or shame.

"That's it, baby," Tony groaned, warm breath ghosting along the sensitive skin. "Just like that… God, you're so gorgeous like this… Wanna make you feel good, Pete."

Tony's touches and hot whispers led him on. A curse was about to break free from Peter's lips but it got swallowed down. A little more and his feet were barely touching the ground. 

Silent whimpers met Tony's skin, as Peter bared down, pressing so hard against him while his tight body shuddered over and over again. 

"I'm sorry- I'm so sorry-" Peter gasped before it was even over, muscles trembling still with the intensity of his climax. 

Regret, he felt so much regret, he didn't mean to ruin it. Panting, he kept his forehead pressed against Tony's shoulder, the only available hiding place at the moment.

Tony knew what it meant the moment he felt Peter shudder and fall apart against him. Why did that turn him on so much?

He felt even more fever hot than before. It was the knowledge that he had given Peter pleasure that had done it.

To stop the litany of apologies, Tony kissed him again. Even if Peter came, his cock was still hard, still pressed against the other's thigh.

"You're beautiful when you come," Tony told him with a soft groan. "Don't be sorry, I love seeing you fall apart for me. This isn't the end, baby, unless you want it to be?"

The last bit was asked sincerely, no pout or even a hint of teasing.

A frantic shake of Peter's head was all that he got as a first response. The young man clung onto him, refusing to let go.

Tony nosed along Peter's jawline, just breathing in the scent of his skin.

"We can take a nice bath, soak in the hot tub and clean up," Tony suggested just in case Peter was done for the night. Then because he wanted to remind Peter that he was perfectly fine with whatever pace he wanted. "Maybe we can watch another movie and cuddle up on the couch?"

"No, no, please no," Peter used words now. The last thing he wanted was for this to end. 

He still felt so hot but that was not important. Tony… He was right there before him. After this amazing night, he had to have more of him.

The man that embodied all his hopes and dreams was right there, he only had to reach out and touch him.

"I want to keep going… Want to… feel you." Peter panted, flushed still while his hands slid down the man's shirt, over the muscles of his chest and stomach.

"Can I?" With his head tilted down, he turned his wanting gaze back up to find Tony's. 

Tony nuzzled against his jaw and then pressed a kiss to his panting mouth.

"You can do anything you want," Tony allowed, "but let's clean you up first."

He led the younger man to the bed. His hands slid to the front of Peter's body, pausing only for a moment until he got the green light to unbuckle his belt. He helped him step out of his clothes and kissed each available stretch of skin.

His shoulders, his collarbones, his hip bone. His knee. They all received a kiss.

Then when it was his turn, Tony stood and asked, "Do you want to, or should I…?"

An audible little gulp came from Peter's throat while he knelt on the bed, all naked, staring at Tony. The faint lighting cast soft shadows on both their bodies, illuminating them with an orange glow.

"I–" Peter's voice broke, too much excitement rushing through his veins. So much, in fact, that his spent member was once again taking an interest. 

"I want to do it," He was already shuffling closer to the edge of the bed to reach him. 

There was something so intimate about undressing another person. Tony felt a thrill at the thought that he'd get to experience this with Peter. 

He stepped closer and let his hands drop so that Peter could take over.

One last time, Peter looked up at him to get his permission, before all his attention turned to what was in front of him.

His curled fingers reached out, hesitant yet eager at the same time. The suit jacket was long gone, but the tie slid off of Tony's shoulders with a soft hiss. The button-up was removed next, each button slipped carefully from its place.

Tony had long since gotten over any form of body shyness. He knew he was desired by many, but under Peter's gaze, he felt a small fissure of doubt.

Peter was fit and in the prime of his life. So beautifully sculpted and hard panes of lean muscle. Tony's body had been through a lot and the number of scars was a testament to that. The years had also started to take a toll and while he still had defined muscles from all his hard work, they weren't as defined as that of his boyfriend's.

His shoulders tensed the tiniest bit when the shirt was pushed open, conscious of the little bit of fat that had formed around his middle. Stubborn thing, human bodies, but Tony kept his eyes on Peter's face and found only curiosity and wonder as he explored.

Tony's shoulders relaxed and his eyes slipped halfway shut in pleasure, happy to know he was giving Peter what he needed.

There was no force strong enough in this world that could stop Peter from exploring Tony's lower half.

Slowly, he rubbed over the bulge, he couldn't make out much like this and his imagination ran wild. He had felt Tony's erection before, seemed to be big, bigger than him.

The sound of the zipper was almost as loud as Peter's hammering heart in the quiet of the bedroom. Dark underwear was revealed underneath, the shape and size of Tony's cock was even more defined.

Peter touched him, focused and biting his lip so damn hard that it was turning crimson. Fondling him over the fabric, he didn't make a peep until he gripped the waistband of Tony's underwear.

"I… I'll just…" Peter mumbled, looking back up again for a split second. His cock was fully erect between his pressed close thighs, a pearl of precum glistening at the very top of his tip. 

"Go on, sweetheart," Tony encouraged.

He was using every bit of his will to stop himself  from chucking his pants right off. It felt as though their roles were reversed and Tony was the one eager for things to progress. A slow, deep breath helped calm those rioting emotions.

"It feels good when you touch me," he said reassuringly. He then leaned down and kissed him, something he felt he needed to do.

His pants slipped down his legs and pooled to the floor. His underwear was the last thing left and he was leaving it to Peter to remove.

Carefully, the young man pulled it all the way down, letting Tony's cock spring free. Peter must have stopped breathing as he took in the shape of him, it was so gorgeous. Full of defined veins that trailed down the shaft to the finely trimmed dark hairs that climbed up Tony's belly. 

Gaping, Peter blinked slowly, so slowly and so half-heartedly that his big brown eyes were never really fully concealed behind his eyelids.

"I'm gonna join you in the bed now, okay?"

"Mm? Mhm," Peter muttered a response as his thoughts got back in gear.

Tony enjoyed the slow tease of having Peter's hands on him but he couldn't help wanting to return the touches as well. He wanted to entangle himself in the other's embrace and enjoy Peter's sweet mouth in his.

With a nod, the young man shuffled aside so that Tony could climb up in the bed with him. As soon as he did so, Peter pulled him in to feel his lips. 

Tony moaned at the contact, freely showing the pleasure he got from this simple act. He leaned in, one knee on the bed to help him balance as he chased after Peter's lips.

"I take it back…" Peter let his murmur into the kiss, "You're not the most handsome man alive, you're… no man at all," It was embarrassing to say that stuff but Peter's need was so great that he didn't care for Tony's likely teases. 

The blush that warmed his cheeks was steadily spreading down his neck and up to the tip of his ears. 

"You're unreal, Tony, it's not fair, not fair," he let himself go, pinned under Tony's weight, legs spread apart. 

There was nothing between them, no clothes, no underwear. Bare skin rubbed over bare skin, exciting them both. Before he got too excited, Peter pressed his soles into the mattress and pulled them closer to his body. 

"I'm ready, I want this, please," Even as he said that, his heated frame was shivering under Tony, a testament to Peter's unbearable impatience.

Tony kissed him softly and ran his hand up and down Peter's side. His fingertips slipped over the bumps of his ribs, up and down, in a soothing caress.

"Soon, baby," Tony promised him. He kissed him once more before he reached into the bedside for the lube and condoms before falling back into Peter's embrace. "Still gotta get you ready."

"Ever done this, baby? Even just during some solo time?" Tony asked, just so he would know how to pace himself.

He still wanted to be careful, still wanted to take his time, but Peter's answer would help him figure out what his young lover was familiar with.

With a shake of his head, Peter gave him a silent answer. For reasons foretold, Peter never had the need to stimulate himself more than, well, a little. This was his first time with another man but also, his first time exploring the great pleasures his body could provide. 

Peter kept his eyes on Tony, never leaving him, not for a second. Theoretically, he knew what was about to happen, so he shuffled back on the bed to lay back down with a couple of pillows nudged between him and the headboard. 

"I'm- I'm really clean, you, uhm, don't need to worry about that," he mumbled, clearly referring to the nether regions with which Tony was about to play. 

Peter's heart couldn't wait. 

His legs were quivering as he forced them apart. 

Tony had no doubt that Peter was telling the truth. He, himself, had been very meticulous in grooming himself for their date tonight. Beard trimmer, hair styled perfectly, even though now it was ruffled from Peter's touch.

With the bottle of lube on standby, Tony really looked at his soon to be lover and noticed how nervous he was. It was understandable. His brave and courageous boyfriend found it so easy to throw himself in the face of danger in their everyday lives as a superhero, but this was different.

He was trusting Tony with his heart and his body.

Tony got on his knees and settled himself between his beloved's legs. Leaning over the younger man, he took the time to kiss him soundly, one hand caressing up and down his side in a soothing manner.

The heat between their bodies was enough to make him melt and his hard cock rubbed against Peter's erection. With one large hand, he was able to encompass them both, giving slow, almost teasing strokes.

"I'll take care of you, sweetheart," Tony promised. "It may feel a bit uncomfortable but it shouldn't hurt. You tell me right away if you need me to slow down or you want to stop, okay, baby?"

Quick nods came in confirmation. Peter's eyebrows were already pinched together, his lip sucked in while pleasure erupted through his lower half. Already, his fingers wrinkled the sheets and they were nowhere near getting started. Or so Peter's inexperience declared, unaware that even now, he was amidst making love with his one and only. 

Tony's hips started to thrust, slowly and sensually, their cocks rubbing together. He got a bit of lube to slick their lengths and with a soft groan, Tony started to move against his lover.

"Want you to relax for me," Tony whispered against his gasping mouth. "Just wanna make you feel good again, Peter. Let me?"

He could tease and work Peter up all night if this was all Peter wanted. Just seeing the pleasure transform the younger man's face into a look of pure ecstasy was more than enough to have Tony feeling on edge.

How did he get so lucky to have this man in his life?

Peter's head pushed back into the pillows as his lips parted, letting out gasp after gasp. 

"Tony… Tony…" he chanted, wound up to the fullest under the older man. "I'm getting close again," he let out breathlessly and peeked up at Tony with a hint of desperation. 

Features shaped by pleasure, forehead shiny with sweat, Peter couldn't deny himself the sight of his cock pressing against Tony's. 

"Oh… ah… I'll relax, I will, I want it," Words pushed out of his lungs with difficulty as he was doing anything but relaxing.

Tony slowed down, attentive to Peter's needs.

"Too much? Not enough?" Tony prompted. "Tell me what you need and I'll give it to you."

"You! I want you!" Peter had no answers other than the obvious. Swept up by desire, the world around him, around the both of them, had seized existing. 

It was too much and yet not enough. Was it ever going to be enough?

Tony trailed kisses down Peter's jaw and nuzzled beneath his ear. His beard scratched against Peter's skin, leaving faint lines of pink in its wake.

His tongue peeked out, licking teasingly as he headed his way down to the younger man's collarbone. He released his hold on their erections as slippery fingers trailed down between Peter's legs over his hard cock and past his soft testicles. Tony gently rubbed against his lover's untouched hole, slicking it with lube.

"Breathe, Pete," Tony instructed, "Not gonna push in yet, but I need you to breathe for me. The more relaxed you are, the better."

He nuzzled against him once more then kissed the excited ticking of his pulse right at his throat.

"Bear down for me and it'll be easier…" Tony murmured, still circling… massaging… just letting his lover get used to the feeling of being touched there. 

It was good. Peter mewled at the cold lube but before long, it warmed up, drawing heat from Tony's hot fingers and Peter's sizzling skin. 

The tightness in his belly eased, encouraged by Tony's whispers that were leading him through this carefully. Peter felt kept, adored. He felt atop the highest mountain peak. 

Under his arms, Peter's hands dove to grip around Tony's back. Right into his shoulder blades, his fingers rubbed red lines. 

And he kept on breathing as Tony instructed, in and out, slowly. A perfect contrast to the pounding of his young heart. Another breath and ah–

"Tony," he called out into his loved one's lips. "It's good, feels good, doesn't hurt. Is it… is it good for you too?" Whispers full of need came, accompanied by cut off little breaths and a hopeful smile. 

"Yeah, baby," Tony promised him, "you're making me feel so good right now… Feels like heaven when I'm with you."

One more circle before Tony decided to continue on.

"Gonna put a finger in, okay, sweetheart? Just bear down for me and breathe just like you're doing now," Tony told him before he nudged his fingertip inside.

With lube, it slid in nice and slick. He felt it the moment Peter's body clenched down, a natural response. So he waited, just letting Peter adjust to this new sensation.

"Does it feel okay, Peter?" Tony asked, nuzzling against his sweat damp curls. "You're doing so well for me, baby, doing so good already…"

For a moment, Peter laid there, surprised by the weird sensation. He nodded to ensure that Tony didn't pull back, yet soon after, shook his head as well, for nicely convoluted conclusions. 

"It's weird," Peter admitted with a gasp, but Tony's murmurs reassured him once more, helped him relax just enough to not clamp down on the man's finger.

"Feels tight," Even as he said that, the feeling was already shifting. His tight rim adjusted around the digit, allowing for it to sink in further. 

Rapid breaths followed, and Peter didn't need to speak for Tony to know he was starting to… like it. A gentle nudge of the young man's hips sought to push down, to take more of his finger until the tightness returned. 

Then Peter's belly clenched all over again, his loose grip flexed. 

"I didn't think… it would feel like this…" he even managed to spare a little laugh while drowning in Tony's kisses. Just as quickly, the humor drained from his eyes that looked up at the man pleadingly.

"More…" 

Tony smiled into the kiss. He didn't want to deny him, but he didn't want to rush him either.

He gave him more, anyway. More friction, more sensation. Carefully, he started to pump his finger in and out, attentive to every minute change in Peter's expression.

It also filled him with awe to see the way the younger man's face flushed and grew lax with pleasure.

"So good…" Tony continued to praise him.

Once he was confident that Peter was ready to move on, he slipped his lone finger out, added some more lube, and then pressed two digits inside.

It was a time consuming effort but it was worth it. More than that, it was necessary because Tony wanted this to be perfect for Peter. It was almost a desperate desire, his need to make sure his young lover would look back on this time and just know how much he meant to Tony.

Sex was supposed to feel good. Body shyness and maybe some weirdness because it was new, but Peter was supposed to feel good about this. Everything Tony was doing was for him.

Two fingers became three and here, Tony had to pause. They had worked up to it, but it was still a lot. He could tell from the little crease that appeared between Peter's brows.

"Still good, sweetheart?" Tony asked.

He tipped the younger man's face towards his, brushing aside sweat damp curls and smoothing away the troubled line.

"I- I can't anymore, Tony, I can't anymore," Breathless and desperate, Peter's voice was rendered thick with his protests.

The words were almost like a splash of cold water. Tony was ready to fly off the mattress, about to do anything to make his boyfriend comfortable again.

But the worry faded as he realized the words meant something else. His tense shoulders relaxed and he slipped his fingers out of Peter's slick and loosened entrance.

The slow and careful process had tipped the young man's impatience into its breaking point. Rationally, it was what was best for him and for what was going to follow. But there was no sliver of logical thinking left in him. 

He wanted Tony, he wanted him now. He yearned for him with such untamable passion that ache was a welcome trade off if it meant he could feel him sink inside.

"Please, I don't want to wait anymore, I'm ready, please," he begged in Tony's ear. 

As much as Tony would rather prepare him for another thirty minutes, there was just no waiting for that long. 

"I want to feel you, I want us… to become one," Peter's words come from deep within, from the most sacred place in his heart.

Tony couldn't deny him anymore. If anything, he'd take it nice and slow for him in the beginning and adjust to the situation. His own cock throbbed between his legs, an ache he had successfully ignored until now. 

"We already are, Pete," Tony told him, but he still gave the younger man a grin. 

He knew that Peter might retaliate for this. The careful preparation wasn't intended as teasing on Tony's part but he wouldn't blame his younger lover for seeing it that way.

He leaned in close, kissing him hard, before he pulled away.

"You know I can't say no to anything you want," Tony smiled, "And… and I admit, I was torturing myself there too. You're so handsome and perfect, Pete. It was like torture touching you like that, knowing we both wanted more…"

He retrieved the condom, effortlessly tearing a corner to open the package. Slick with lube, he pinched the tip before he rolled the condom down the length of his cock. A quick, measured stroke made sure it was properly slicked with lubrication and then he turned back towards his lover.

It felt so natural to slip between his legs and it felt so good to rub against him.

Tony's hands ran over his thighs and legs, hooking behind his knees and leading them around his hips.

"You want it like this?" He murmured against Peter's mouth. "Or you can ride me if you want. Let you control how much you take in."

He gave in to the desire to rub against him. His hips gave languid little rolls, providing the perfect amount of friction to tease his cock along Peter's erection and balls.

"Like this–" Peter whispered with no breath to spare. "Just like this." 

Lips brushed over lips, chasing kiss after kiss.

There was silence, and then there was this, a moment of frozen time before an irrevocable change. It was the culmination of all their moments, all the happiness, all the sadness, all the emotions that ranged in between. But it wasn't an end, it was just the beginning.

Two hearts thumping hard and fast, triumphantly and yet with hints of despair. Perched at the very precipice of completion. 

The sound of breaths that could never hope to suffice accompanied them. 

"This is perfect," He needed Tony to be the one leading the action, because he knew, he would soon get lost in it.

Tony took just a moment longer as he memorized Peter's features. His curls were spread out on the pillow like a halo and his mouth parted, inviting. The warmth between their bodies and the warmth of their love… It truly was perfect.

Tony pressed closer, urged on by Peter's hungry hands and his trembling smile. He sealed his lips over his lover's as he nudged his hips closer. The tip of his cock nudged in as well, slipping slowly but surely into Peter's body.

Tony's name climbed all the way to his lips from the bottom of Peter's lungs as they emptied, but it didn't make it out. Dull ache stretched inside him, the same tightness and burn he had felt earlier only greater. 

Yet, this was barely a fraction of what he was feeling. The discomfort was so closely intertwined with the surge of pleasure that he thought them to be one and the same. 

Tony, his Tony… The fling that had turned into a firestorm through the years of watching him from afar, was finally allowed to combust. 

With little noises and whimpers resembling too close the sounds he made during an orgasm, Peter clung on, toes curling mid air to release some of the tension.

Tony made sure not to rush. Even with his body's base instincts pushing for more, for faster, his muscles obeyed his mind as he took his time. He paused about midway, breathing coming out in shallow pants.

Tight heat surrounded the length of his cock and he paused, seeking reassurance from the younger man beneath him. Another soft kiss was pressed to the corner of Peter's lips.

"This okay?" Tony murmured as he rubbed some warmth into Peter's raised thighs.

"Yes- yes-" Peter gasped as sweat dribbled down his body. He nodded, words just weren't persuasive enough. They were coming out too desperate. 

Tony breathed out some of the tension he felt. He could see it though, just how much Peter was feeling. The way his dark lashes fluttered told Tony that the experience was just on the right side of overwhelming.

He nuzzled close, hiding a silent groan against Peter's neck. Even though Tony was the more experienced one, being with Peter was just as overwhelming for him. Because… because he loved his funny, smart, and drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend.

He loved him and they were just… so good together. The next words that came out of Peter's mouth told him just how in sync they were.

"I love you, Tony, I love you," Peter's words came out like a prayer, whispered just between the two of them. 

Tony erased those few inches that separated them and kissed him soundly. Peter's words rang in his mind, filled with the weight of his love.

His hand curved around Peter's cheek and he locked eyes with the younger man. Brown met brown, two souls connecting in body and soul.

"Love you, Pete," Tony told him, "Love you so much, baby… so much…"

Peter was so pliant and inviting beneath him. His lips were soft and sweet, and his arms, strong and assuring.

Tony moved with soft, gentle rocking motions, still mindful of how novel this experience was for Peter. He basked in the warmth of his body, all the while murmuring how Peter was so good and so perfect for him. A million words fell from his lips to describe the handsome brave young man he was so lucky to call his. 

Just as he was Peter's.

Soon, Peter was able to take all of him and Tony groaned at the tightness that surrounded him. He still wouldn't let it fog his mind and he continued his work. It was a process but he found all those sensitive places inside of Peter that made the younger man's breath hitch and his toes curl in pleasure.

The strange sensation within Peter's body was swiftly shifting into something else. He thought it had been good this far, but the more Tony moved, the more gratifying the feeling became. Pleasure obtained so many layers. 

Soon, his eyes were flying open, his mouth stretched apart as a rush of heat flooded his belly. 

"Ah…! Tony…!" There was safety in knowing Tony's actions were deliberate. The man knew what he was doing to him, easily leading him up to that high and holding him there.

Tony moaned when he felt Peter tighten around him. He pushed back in, just like that, to stroke that sweet spot that rewarded him with such encouraging moans.

"There, baby?" Tony chuckled, eyes hooded with satisfaction. 

"There-! It feels… so good!" The gleam of tears in his eyes never gathered enough room to grow and quickly dried. 

"Mm…" Tony grunted and did it again and again. 

The pleasure was clearly written on Peter's face and the older man hungered to do more, to give him more. The bed shook as he increased his pace, adding just a bit more force as he started to give his lover what he needed.

Sweat dripped from his hairline, cooling heated skin. He tossed his head back, ignoring the sweaty tendrils of hair that clung to his forehead. His focus was entirely on Peter and the way his mouth trembled, shaped into a blissed out 'O' as Tony made love to him.

He could feel Peter's cock pressed between their bellies and with one hand, he reached for it.

"Peter…" he sighed against his mouth, "You feel so good, baby… Wanna make… you feel so good…"

He started to stroke the hard length in sync with his thrusts. The amount of precum Peter was leaking by then was more than enough to slick his entire length. Tony's hand pumped, up and down, up and down, steady with just the right amount of friction to make Peter squeeze his eyes shut as the pleasure doubled, then tripled.

Tony's fingers tightened around his cock and with it, Peter's body clenched uncontrollably. He was seeing stars, squealing for air while his fingers dug into the back of Tony's neck. 

Pleasure felt like a torrent, flooding him more and more with every rub Tony gave him, every thrust in his tight hole. 

"Tonyy…" The young man keened next to his ear. 

Peter had never called out to Tony this way before. Higher in pitch and fueled by an unbearable need, the name ripped from his burning lips when he came.

His cock pulsed in Tony's hand, squirting out spurts of cum even if Peter had come not that long ago. All his senses were consumed with lust and love.

TonyTonyTony… 

Moans of fulfillment pushed out from his shuddering form. His mind went blank for that split second when he felt Tony pushing in the deepest. Squeezing him the tightest.

Peter needed to look at him. Too heavy to fully open, his eyelids danced softly, eyes made into narrow slits making it possible for him to glimpse at his lover. 

Objective accomplished, Tony allowed himself to be fully present in his pleasure. His eyes squeezed shut with the threat of rolling to the back of his head and with lips parted, Tony chased after his own orgasm.

It didn't take much effort. Peter was warm and tight around his aching cock. Every thrust into his lover had Tony groaning harshly and unrestrained.

He could no longer hold himself up, consumed as he was by the need to press close. Peter's heart hammered against his chest, his own heart beating back against his ribcage in an answering call.

His name, spoken by his love, only stroked the flames inside him. 

"Pete…" It was exhaled right against Peter's neck, lips brushing softly against sensitive skin.

Tony came with a harsh shudder as he sank in deep. He held Peter close in an almost bruisingly tight grip as he gave his all, emptying into his lover's body with stilted thrusts.

In the aftermath, his eyes opened, dazed for just a moment before they focused on the vision beneath him. Tony smiled and turned them on their sides. The cleanup was quick and efficient, the condom disposed and a spare washcloth used to wipe them down. Once done, he nuzzled against Peter's face, fingers curled in Peter's hair.

"How you feeling…?" Tony murmured. He stroked the edge of a cheekbone, lovingly and full of tenderness.

Next to him, nuzzling in close, so close that his nose was touching Tony's, Peter murmured sweet nothings in response. It was downright impossible to describe how he was feeling but he didn't really have to.

Glistening with sweat, his flushed face was glowing with the most spent, blissed out smile. All his adoration and amazement poured out his sparkling eyes, and after each breath, a little sound of astonishment followed. 

"Tony…" he let out and pressed his lips on the other's, pulling back just as quickly to suck in a breath.

Peter was so happy that a small chuckle escaped his lips while he was still unable to answer Tony's simple question. 

It took a few moments before he could look him in the eye and say, "Incredible… incredible… When… when can we go again?"

Tony had worried for a moment that it hadn't been what Peter was expecting but those words… The older man chuckled and buried his face in the crook of Peter's neck.

"Nap. Or cuddles, first," Tony demanded with a hint of laughter. "Then… Yeah, maybe we can do more."

He tilted his face to kiss Peter's jaw and then settled in, arms wrapped around the other. He didn't think he'd be able to resist for long, but then again, it wasn't like he wanted to.

"Second thought," Tony said as he sat up. "We can continue this in the shower. If you're feeling up to it?"

Peter grinned widely. His chest and heartbeat were still too rapid from the high that slowly drained away, leaving behind a fuzzy glow.

"No… You're right…" The young man gave in, eyes softening as he playfully tugged Tony back close to him. 

"Cuddles first."

"Cuddles first," Tony agreed and kissed Peter's forehead before settling right back where he belonged.

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