3
Two months of having Peter in his life and one thing became abundantly clear to Tony; he was not used to being adored like this. Because it was pure adoration with Peter, maybe he was different with him than he’d been with Pepper, but he couldn’t be sure. He didn’t know. He just really liked it.
They had not had sex yet. Hell, they hadn’t even properly kissed yet, Tony had had a long day dealing with goddamned Doombots because that’s the kind of person Victor Von Doom became after he got dumped by his fiance, which was a complete and utter disgrace and men should learn how to cope with rejection better… like seriously… he’s not the biggest fan of that stretchy-fuck Richards either and what the fuck kind of name is ‘Reed’ anyway? But it’s still no excuse to become a supervillain… Tony used to like Victor for fuck’s sake- Peter was waiting for Tony back at the tower.
And for some reason, Tony prepared himself to get scolded… because that’s what happened, right? He manages to right what was wrong and came back to a stressed and disappointed Pepper.
But that didn’t happen.
“I saw you get hit.” The young man hurried towards him and scanned Tony’s entire being, very thoroughly for potential damage with a furrowed brow, Spiderman man was there too, Peter must’ve been there to get photos.
“I’m fine. The suit is going to require some TLC, though,” Tony tried to reassure him.
“You’re sure?”
“You bet.”
“Okay,” Peter said, relaxed, and then pressed a quick kiss onto Tony’s lips before enveloping him in a very tight and very comforting hug.
And that was it… no further lectures about priorities and personal wellbeing. Just comfort.
No, they hadn’t had sex yet, but Peter looked at Tony with such intensity sometimes, that he already felt too naked whenever he was with the younger guy.
Surprisingly enough, he liked this feeling too.
Pepper was an actual saint, but it had required a particular type of physical and mental effort to maintain a relationship with her. But with Peter, it was so effortless that sometimes Tony felt like a cheat.
But he’d started to have that uncomfortable conversation with himself… the talk about commitments and public announcements. Peter was mindful of dealing with the press that comes with rich people. So their “dates” had all been in the tower. Tony had asked about Peter’s place, but Peter refused because “Tony honey, you’re not old enough to be exposed to the graphic images of poverty and squalor that come with a cheap New York studio apartment. And I’m not emotionally prepared to take down all my Iron Man posters, so that’s not gonna’ happen.”
So they hung around the tower, they watched movies, they ate together, sometimes they even worked together. Peter always brought flowers. It was home.
Which was probably why Tony kinda forgot himself one such day. He had spent more than 42 hours in the lab, and Peter showed up.
And Tony, because he was a little bit of an idiot, who wanted nothing more than to impress his new guy, asked Friday to tell him that he was more than welcome in the lab.
But Peter had never been down there before.
So after waiting more than half an hour, a very impatient Tony made his way into the living area of his tower, where Peter was watching CNN while munching on some of Tony’s favorite cheese popcorn.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked, indignant.
“Watching the news… waiting for you, ass,” Peter answered, shooting him a teasing little glare “Oh, and I made popcorn! Want some?”
“I asked you to come downstairs,” Tony had been waiting patiently downstairs to show the guy the new sensors he had been working on for Rhodey.
“Er… I- I’ve never been… I thought you were just being courteous,” Peter winced and mumbled, feeling awkward as hell.
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Tony had already had a shitty day. Pepper had been yelling at him for not showing up for a government contractor lick-fest, Tony didn’t need whatever it was that Peter was trying to do. He just wanted to show his boyfriend the cool things he made and be kissed.
“Tony… I don’t know… I didn’t think I had the clearance to be down there. I’ve never signed an NDA or anything for you,” Peter half shrugged.
“Why would you need to sign an NDA to hang out with your boyfriend?” Tony realized very late that this was the first time he’d used the word ‘boyfriend’ in front of Peter and immediately started blushing like an idiot.
“Because I work for a rival company of yours and it would be very awkward for both my boyfriend and me if something you’re working on was suddenly introduced by the said rival company. Even if it was a coincidence, also don’t you have Avengers stuff down there? Like don’t I need… I dunno security clearance to see it? By the way, are we discussing the boyfriend thing now or later because I need to cry and scream from the rooftops about it at some point.” Of course, Peter wouldn’t let that bit slip, which only made Tony blush harder.
“I’m not an idiot… anything you don’t have clearance for, you won’t see. And I trust you. Is this good screaming and crying or bad screaming and crying?” Might as well make sure.
Peter was already making his way closer to him, wrapping Tony in a warm embrace.
“The crying and screaming of pure joy.”
“Sounds intense.”
“It will be… there’ll be snot involved.”
“Sexy.”
“I know.”
“Wanna make out?”
“Oh hell to the fuck, yes.”
And so Tony walked Peter back to the couch, planted himself in the younger man’s lap and right as he was about to initiate the tonsil hockey game of a lifetime, Peter interrupted-
“You really trust me?” He asked.
“Do you think that I would currently be straddling you if I didn’t?” Tony asked back, incredulous… and then his three leaked sex tapes that still sometimes trend on certain ‘hubs’ on the internet came to mind. “Wait don’t answer that.”
Trust was a pretty weird thing for Peter… he absolutely adored Tony, but he still hadn’t told him about any alternate identities, and maybe it was time to reciprocate that trust.
Soon.
“So You don’t think I’m like a gold digger or something?” This was some quick thinking on Peter’s part
The strange vulnerability in Peter’s voice made Tony ask-
“Did someone say something to you?” Pepper and Rhodey hadn’t yet met Peter, but they knew about him. They wouldn’t do something like this, but maybe…
“Just a silly joke that MJ and the guys made… kinda kept niggling… no big deal,” Peter was trying to brush it off because he wasn’t ready to discuss what was really on his mind when it came to trusting and Tony, but the older man still thought that if it didn’t affect him, he wouldn’t have brought it up.
“Babe… I regret to inform you, but you’re really not kissy ass-y enough to be a gold digger. I don’t think any gold digger has scolded their gold diggee(?) As much as you scold me.” Tony pressed soft kisses along his jawline as he tried to reassure him.
“Hey I scold because I care you ass.” Peter chuckled huskily.
“I know.”
And then Peter was running his hands up and down Tony’s back, and it made him wonder if he was, in fact, part cat because humans don’t really enjoy being petted as much as him, do they? Maybe it was just that Peter touched him so well.
Honestly, Peter could be doing anything, and Tony would enjoy it. He nibbled along his throat, and Tony couldn’t help but grind down on his lap. He brought his delightful hands up his back and into his hair, gently pulling him into a deep, sensual kiss, and Tony was so utterly lost.
He gently licked into his mouth, and of course, he tasted of cola and popcorn, and it was delectable.
Tony hadn’t ever really been the dominant type, but he’d also never quite felt so… safe as when he did when Peter was leading him.
When they broke apart for breath, Tony couldn’t help but cup Peter’s beautiful face with both his hands and just stare into the beautiful boy’s eyes, as if trying to figure out the reason why such a fantastic creature could ever choose a… mess like Tony.
“God Tony, you have the most beautiful eyes,” Peter breathed.
Which, of course, made Tony blush like an absolute fool. He always did this. Peter Parker had a habit of breaking through Tony’s moments of self-doubt with pure adoration, and he was utterly helpless to it.
Tony had to physically restrain himself from replying with ‘I love you’ because two months was probably too soon for saying it.
He’d say it the next time Peter scolded him.
Soon.
Not many words were spoken after that except for “scoot back,” “shift up a little,” “no that tickles,” “wait not there,” “oh yess that’s nice,” “keep going” “don’t stop” “please stay”.