The Skirt
The prom was getting closer and they didn’t find any clothes at the moment. MJ said his mom was definitely wanting to wear her a dress and she has to go to the store after school. Ned was busy but he needed to look too. He said he was coming with her.
They went to a ‘party dress’ store but MJ and him couldn’t find any that they liked. Everything was so glorious but they were looking like more basic. They ended up in a thrift store.
MJ was trying to find something will look nice but not like from a thrift store. They separated and started to look. Peter couldn’t find any for himself again. Every jacket he found was not matching with the shades of pants. He gave it up and went to MJ’s side. Girl was still looking she said he could go if he want but he choose to stay and help her.
They separated again. Peter went to a section, there were many dresses and skirts. He was looking for her for a moment but his hand was unintentionally going for a skirt every second. The skirt was so cute, it was baby pink and had a chiffon fabric, like ballerinas skirts.
Suddenly MJ appeared in his back, “Do you want that?” He turned to her quickly, he couldn’t say no because in the inside the answer was yes. “It’s okay dude, i’m not a person to judge, just buy it.” He looked at the skirt again, it was really pretty. He never felt to a clothe, except his suit, like this before.
When he got home he putted the skirt to bed. MJ had said to him take a photo with and send her, he accepted it at the moment but now he was regretting it. He took off his pants and wore the skirt. Okay, his t-shirt definitely wasn’t matching.
He walked to his wardrobe but could find nothing. The skirt was definitely wanting a tight top. He pushed his t-shirt to the inside of his skirt. He sat his bed and started to take some pictures. He looked all, and chose a his only skirt and t-shirt seen in the above and some of his brown hair.
He send her immediately when he heard his aunt was came. He threw his phone away and took off the skirt quickly. Wore his pajamas and went to her side. “Hey Pete, I bought some food. Can you help me to place it?” “Of course May, give me the bags and you change.” Peter took the bags from the woman's hand and went to the kitchen.
All their job done, May said she will start dinner after an hour and he could go and finish his homeworks. So Peter did. But first he looked for his phone. He found around his messy blanket. He looked at the screen, there were so many messages from Mr Stark.
Mr Stark: that’s nice 5.03
Mr Stark: really nice 5.07
Mr Stark: I didn’t know you were into to that 5.13
Mr Stark: Can I come for dinner? 5.26
He was shocked, he accidentally sent him the photo instead of MJ. And he received so many messages more than normally. Usually Mr Stark was sending him messages like ‘ok, come, go, up, the lab’ or something and now he was wanting to come to dinner.
He went to May and asked if he could come and of course she said yes.
Peter: We are alright Mr Stark. It starts around seven.
It was a weird, silent night. Tony had come and he was like normal, totally normal. Their dinner went like nothing happened. Actually nothing was really happened too, he doesn’t know why he was even here.
After the dinner ended, Tony said he had come here because they had some things in his room. Peter couldn’t remember what they should, had they talked about it before?
Aunt May didn’t mind, and let them go. Tony was sitting in his bed when he was closing his door. He sat slowly too. The man was looking around and the boy spoke “Mr Stark, I’m so sorry for the accident, I didn’t mean to send you.” Tony turned to the boy “Really? Who were you sending?”
“Just a friend.”
Peter could swear he saw a little smirk in the man’s face. “But I liked it, thank you for that.” The man laid down on his back to bed. “I think you should wear it more often.” The boy looked at the man with curiosity, was he really mentioning what he thought?
He stood up right away, and his wardrobe. He pulled out his pants and wore his skirt. Turned to bed, the man was still laying down and his eyes were closed. Thank god, he didn’t look at him while changing.
He also laid down on his side. “But I don’t have a top to match.” The man opened his eyes and looked at his side to look him up and down all alone. “You’re pretty enough..” he turned sideways to him “..but if you want i can buy you whole stores.” Peter looked at him with his puppy eyes “You really?” He also turned sideways to him and started to touch his tie.
“You know what you need to say.” He pulled his tie a little bit and the man came to him with an open mouth and closed eyes.But he let go of the tie and turned straight back. The man slowly opened his eyes and realised he was trapped. Peter threw his legs over the man and the man immediately grabbed them and started caressing them.
“I bought this today, but I'm not sure I want to wear it.” The man's hands were going up a little too high at times and then back down again. “I think it's too nice, so you should wear it just for me”.” Peter suddenly rolled him over and sat a little lower on his chest. His hands went straight to his legs which were spread to the side and he continued to caress them.
“Did you like it that much?” ‘Hmm’ came the man's affirmation. He leaned over him even more and his hands went even higher. “But not while May is here.” he said, speaking exactly on his lips, as if to try his patience.
He gave him a small kiss as a consolation, but Tony didn't leave it small. Peter's body slid even lower and he pressed himself against him. “I should fuck you in this skirt,” the man spoke between kisses. This was definitely something Peter wanted, but not when he wanted to provoke Tony and May was at home.
Peter gave him his last kiss and got into a sitting position on top of him again, but this time on his crotch. “No, not today.” “I can give a call and it can take your aunt away immediately.”
Peter smiled, he really wanted him. He took the man's arms that were touching him. “Not today, Mr. Stark.” There was something close to explosion in his eyes but he spoke calmly, “You have to promise to bring the skirt with you to the company.”
Peter leaned in again and spoke into his lips, “I promise.” And of course the man seized the opportunity. After a long kiss, Peter was finally able to convince him to leave.