Clever but Naive
Tony ran up and scored another goal. He turned with a smile and high-fived his teammate. He turned sideways and glanced at the boy sitting outside the court, he wasn't looking.
At the sound of the whistle, he walked off the court and went to his bag. He had left his bag different from the others, next to the boy. He was already there when he arrived and he went up to him and asked if he could watch his bag until the end of the match.
Normally nobody cared, so Tony had a lie ready that there was a significant amount of money in it, but the boy had accepted it without him even having to tell him. A lot of people might have taken it as a crush, but the kid just didn't care.
Tony had made a lot of unnecessary fancy moves all match long in case he was looking, but the kid was too busy with the book he had his head buried in. Tony's eyes had flickered to him several times but the boy hadn't looked at him for a second.
When Tony came up to him he took his water out of his bag and drank it. “Thank you,” he said to the boy who didn't even realize he was there. The boy looked up, and for a moment he had a look on his face as if he didn't understand what he was thanking him for. But then he realized it was for the bag and said, “No problem.”
“Is it nice?” “The book” The boy looked at him again, “Yeah, it's about black holes in detail.” Tony gave a smile. Black holes, black holes . Maybe he could tell him about them when he was in his hole.
Tony sighed, what was he thinking. He knew that kid very well, Peter Parker. He's a nerd, he barely has any friends. Among his own friends he was made fun of for things he probably didn't even realize.
But he didn't even know his name, because he had never spoken to him, until today. He was just watching him. The boy was too beautiful. Too attractive for a boy. His lips that he was always biting and reddening because something drifted through his mind, his big curious eyes that always seemed to look like everything was so interesting.
"Hey, I think I twisted my ankle. Do you mind walking me to my car?" The boy turned to him again. "Sure, are you okay? We can go to the infirmary or the hospital." Ah, the thoughtful naive boy. Tony gave a smile, "No need. I think I just need to get some rest." He gestured to the school parking lot, “That way.”
Peter nodded and put his book in his bag and started to stand up. Tony put his arm around his shoulders, “Do you mind?” The boy put his hand on his waist and held him. “No, are you sure you can walk?” Tony looked at the boy who was looking at him as if he could carry him if he said no. “I'm fine. Let's just go slowly.”
As they reached the car, Tony pointed to his car. “My keys are in my pocket, can you get them?” He could have easily gotten it himself, but he wanted to test how far he could push the boy. Without hesitation the boy reached into his sweatpants pocket and took it. He was opening the front door of the car for Tony when Tony stopped him. “Hey, um, I think I'd like to sit in the back for a while and listen.”
The boy went to the back door and opened it. Tony slid in and looked at the boy. “Hey, you must be tired from carrying me, come and catch your breath.” The kid was really a little out of breath because Tony had really put his weight on him to make him tired on purpose.
The boy walked around the car and opened the other door and sat down. “Nice car,” he said. Tony smiled. “Maybe I can drive you home in this nice car.” "Oh, that's not necessary. I live far away anyway."
“Oh, yeah, where?”
“Queens, Forest Hills.”
"That's pretty close to my place. I'm driving you today."
“Really?”
“Sure, don't even worry about it.” Later, when Peter found out he lived in Midtown, he would probably kill him. “I'm Tony, by the way.” He held out his hand. “Peter.”
“Nice name Peter.”
"Nice name Tony.”
Great , they already had an inside joke. Tony spread out a little bit more in the car, "So, Peter. Do you want to be friends?"
Peter looked at him, surprised. Tony laughed, “What? Because I'm a footballer I'm not allowed to be friends with smart kids?”
“No, but all your friends make fun of us, you don't want to antagonize them.” Oh, clever boy. Actually he knew all this time but he didn't show it.
“What if I want to?”
Peter looked at him again, “Why would you want to?” Peter, the naive boy, didn't even realize that Tony wanted to devour him right now.
He gestured for him to come closer and Peter did. He pulled the boy by the shoulders and laid him on his lap. “I loved you Peter, why don't you love me?”
Peter looked like he couldn't understand what was going on. “I like you too, but I just don't want to make a scene.”
“Did you really love me?”
“I mean, yes.” Tony picked the boy up and pulled him to his face, “How much?”
“What?”
“How much did you like it?”
“I don't know, I just liked it.”
“If your friends find out you're a friend with your bully's friend, will you tell them that?”
“Will you tell them?” Peter's position was so bad that he almost slipped, but he put his hand on Tony's leg. “Do you know what I would do if my friends said the slightest word?”
Peter was looking at his face, should he? He cupped his chin in his hand, pulled it to him and kissed him. The boy didn't kiss back. Tony pulled back and looked at him. “Would you want me to do that?”
The boy looked a little flushed, “Why would you do that?” Clever but naive, yes, that was the very definition.
Tony put his hands on his waist and pulled him onto his lap. The boy still didn't seem to realize what was happening, but he sat on his lap anyway. “I like you a lot, Peter.”
“But why?”
Tony exhaled, “I don't know, you're just so sexy, okay?”
Peter blushed, "Me? But I mean..."
"Well?”
“Wouldn't it make more sense to say it to a girl?”
"Why? I think you're beautiful."
Peter was blushing even more, “But I can't give you what you want.” The silly boy couldn't even say sex.
“Why?” Tony pressed him harder against him. "You have a mouth and a hole. It's enough for me to devour you." And Peter was getting redder and redder.
“You want to kiss me?” “I've already kissed you” “But you want more?” “Do you?”
Peter looked at him for a moment, then leaned over and kissed him, partly. It was obvious that he had never kissed before, so Tony pulled him into a deep kiss. The boy's body knew what he wanted, even if he didn't know it himself, so he began to rub his lower body against him.
When Tony felt the boy run out of breath he pulled him back and pressed their foreheads and noses together. “Did that feel good?” The boy could only nod. Tony laughed, “Do you want more?” The boy opened his mouth a little and reached for Tony. This boy was definitely as greedy as he was and that was going to be the end of Tony.