Chapter 4
As expected, the news that Tony and Pepper split up shocked almost everyone who heard it. Pretty much every news outlet spoke about it and people on all social media were talking about it. Business and tech people discussing how this could affect Stark Industries, internet investigators were trying to find out if there was actually cheating involved, and gossip sites were reporting about how now they were both single and maybe they had a shot at romance with one of them.
Tony had holed himself up at Peter and Harley’s, avoiding paparazzi or crazed fans who actually thought that they could now marry Tony Stark. Normally, people wouldn’t have thought to look in a random part of Manhattan to find him, but thanks to Tony’s last name being on the license plate on a car in their driveway, people connected the dots. They were lucky it was the weekend and they didn’t have to go to school. Tony had any groceries they needed and more of his belongings delivered by Happy. It was a matter of keeping all doors shut and all blinds down.
Sunday night, Harley and Peter went to their shared bedroom, dishes washed and Tony in the shower. “How are we gonna get to school tomorrow?” Peter asked as Harley wrapped his arms around him. “It’s already starting to die down. Tony says we’ll only have some stragglers by Friday.” Harley replied, not quite answering the question but giving Peter a soft kiss on the top of his head. Peter put his head on the taller man’s chest and nodded, enjoying the warmth and comfort his boyfriend gave him without even trying.
Harley gently rocked back and forth, holding Peter close. They did this often, just reveling in each other’s presence. It was intimate, even though to others it wasn’t anything special. Peter tilted his head up as Harley looked down at him. “Hi.” Peter said softly. “Hey, baby.” Harley replied just as soft. Peter’s cheeks flushed as he kissed Harley gently, getting held tighter.
Their kiss slowly evolved, heating up and getting more sloppy. Peter’s hands explored Harley’s clothed chest as Harley’s hands went down to Peter’s ass, squeezing the way he knew Peter liked it.
Peter had become putty in Harley’s hands. He bore almost all of his weight on Harley, whimpering with each movement of Harley’s hands. Peter’s hands wound in Harley’s hair and pulled, causing Harley to groan and throw him onto the bed. Peter giggled as Harley crawled on top of him, hands going back onto Harley’s hair as he lowered his head to be level with Peter’s clothed cock. Peter whined when Harley mouthed him through his jeans. “Harley please don’t tease, not now, please.” Peter begged.
“It’s alright, sweetheart.” A little bit of Harley’s accent came out as he unzipped Peter’s jeans and slid them off. Harley then pulled his underwear down, getting right to what he wanted to do: suck Peter’s cock.
Peter smiled at the feeling of Harley’s mouth on him, melting into a moan as he took him all the way down. He couldn’t hold back the noises he was making, especially when Harley managed to suck him off while moving his tongue up and down the underside of his cock. It made him pull harder on Harley’s hair, knowing it was a “little” kink Harley had. It caused Harley to groan and the vibrations went through Peter’s cock and straight through his spine, pleasure reverberating throughout his whole body.
The cycle continued, Harley working Peter’s cock and Peter pulling Harley’s hair, using the tiniest bit of his super strength, just how he liked it. Harley began to grind down into the mattress, the friction being agonizingly pleasurable and he wasn’t able to stop. The only sounds in the room were moans, wimpers, and the wet sound of Harley’s mouth on Peter. Peter became fully undone when Harley teased his hole with his finger, causing Peter to pull Harley’s hair even harder as he came. Harley swallowed all of his cum with Peter still in his mouth, hips grinding harder and faster and quickly cumming while Peter still had his fingers in his hair.
It took them both a couple minutes to catch their breath, slowly and passionately making out as their bodies relaxed even more. Harley wrapped his arms around Peter and held him close, trying to will his heart to slow down. “We still gotta finish what we started the other night.” Harley joked. Peter laughed in response. “You just came in your pants, baby, I think we’re both good for the night.” He said while putting his hands back in Harley’s hair, gently petting him this time. “I’ll only shower if you join me.” Harley said with a mischievous smile. Peter let out a sarcastic sigh. “I guess I’ll join you, but only if I have to.”
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Tony heard everything.
Well, almost everything. He had just gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed when he heard the noises on the other side of the wall. It didn’t take long to realize what was happening. He began to think too hard about it. Literally.
It started when his mind began to wander to his own sex life. Made him realize that in the past few months of their relationship, he and Pepper only had sex once or twice, and it was quick. Then he started thinking about how he could tell which noises on the other side of the wall were Peter’s and which were Harley’s. He was wondering exactly what was happening over there that would cause them to make those noises. Did they forget he was there? Or were they trying to get his attention?
That second question was ridiculous, it was absurd. Realistically, they both thought he was still in the shower, so wrapped up in each other that they didn’t hear him go into “his” room. Why did he think they wanted him to hear? Was it some kind of unconscious wishful thinking? No, no, that’s even more absurd. He didn’t think of them that way. Obviously. He was just curious.
That’s what he told himself when his mind wandered to the night he first came in, when Peter walked in without knowing he was there. How his pale skin was decorated in lovely red lace that contrasted so, so beautifully. How his strong, lean masculine figure looked gorgeous in something so feminine. Those long legs in those socks, stopping inches before reaching his…
What was he thinking? He didn’t see Peter that way. Or Harley. Harley, who was taller than both him and Peter by a few inches, who towered over Peter who was an inch shorter than himself. He was muscular too, with strong arms and calloused hands from working at a garage, fixing cars. What did he look like when he first came home from work? Did he have grease on his hands? Was his blonde hair sweaty from working in a hot garage all day? He looked like he could Peter up without strain, despite not being the one with super strength. Did he have that cocky smile on his face when he worked Peter over?
God.
Tony had his hand in his pants before he knew it. He felt like a voyeur, a mixture of guilt and need swirling through his stomach. He couldn’t stop, though. He had his own pictures of what was happening in his mind. He closed his eyes and thought about where he could fit in during this situation. Before long, the noises on the other side of the wall brought him to his orgasm, and it sounded like Peter and Harley had too. He felt guilt replace his desire in his stomach when he heard muttering and laughing on the other side of the wall. He still had his own cum on his hand when he heard them laugh while running to the bathroom, followed by the door closing and the shower starting.
Fuck.