Chapter 1
The first time Peter found Tony’s porn was an accident. Really, it was. He was just old enough to know what porn was, and barley even enjoyed it yet. He stumbled over it, finding the man he had so much respect for as a scientist, and immediately couldn’t process those feelings right. Just as he was about to press play, he heard Aunt May walk through the front door. Peter had been so scared of getting caught that he didn’t look up any porn for two years after that. By then he had started to develop as a man, and really couldn’t help himself.
He wasn’t really picky. In fact, Peter liked to explore. Some things he loved, and others he clicked the back button so fast he nearly broke his own finger. Girls, girls, girls. Peter loved it. Then he stumbled back onto a video of Tony Stark. Probably the person he admired most in this World. Which is the only reason Peter hesitated before watching it. It was a switch flipped in his head. That was the best orgasm he’d had since his very very first one. After that, Peter starting looking for those more often than not.
And just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, Peter clicked on one that stood out from the rest. A very young Tony Stark, paired with some twink. Peter barely got through the first minute before he was cumming all over his hand. Then, he watched it again and again, managing to hold out longer each time. After that, Peter actively looked for the videos of Tony with other guys. There weren't as many as him with girls, but there were enough to last him a while… Until there weren't. Peter dug up a bunch of videos where one of the men looked similar to Tony, and that was fine too, just not as great.
Then Peter came home one day to see Tony Stark sitting on his couch next to Aunt May and nearly died on the spot. Older than many of the videos, Tony was still just as sexy, especially since Peter was seeing him in person. When Tony ushered him off into Peter’s room, he was ready to fall over. Every scene of Tony ramming into some young guy flashed through his head. But, realistically, Peter knew Tony wasn’t interested. He was still a child, and as much as it hurt, Peter knew that made Tony totally off limits. Still, it didn’t stop him from furiously beating himself off as soon as he was alone to the thought of Tony.
It was an odd feeling, to have a mentor take you under their wing, and have an enormous crush on them. Every time Tony would ruffle Peter’s hair or throw an arm over his shoulder, Peter felt his heart try to beat its way out of his chest. Overall, it was extremely hurtful. Tony didn’t want Peter, Peter couldn’t drop his silly crush, and also wouldn’t stop seeing Tony. It was so destructive, but worst of all, Peter still watched all the videos he had found so many years ago.
Even while he was tucked away at the compound, Peter would plug his headphones into his phone just so he could hear all the beautiful sounds Tony made. It was sick, but Peter couldn't help himself. Through it all, Peter tried dating. Then when that didn’t work out, Peter tried sleeping around. Being freshly 18 opened up a World of fun for him. He could meet people in clubs (the non alcoholic kind, sadly) and hookup in the bathroom, their car, and even once a back alley. It’s what got him by. He had developed a special taste, mostly guys with dark hair and dark eyes. Occasionally he’d pick a girl, but Peter preferred to imagine it was Tony plowing into him on his weekend adventures.
Everything was fine that way until Peter turned 20. It was his Birthday, Ned and MJ were studying abroad, and Peter had fallen in with a… crowd. Peter wouldn’t say a ‘bad’ crowd, though that was probably true. He barely knew anyone's name except Harry. He met Harry at a club. The sex was so good that Peter even gave him his number so they could do it again. And they did, again and again, every weekend for the past month. But all they did was fuck, so Peter knew jackshit about the guy except that he was hot. But that didn’t matter. Peter’s heart already belonged to someone else...but his body didn’t. That was his own, and he was going to throw it around as much as he could while he was still young enough to do so.
Harry didn’t even know it was Peter’s birthday until halfway through the night. They stopped at a party and got trashed. Peter walked into what he thought was the bathroom, but was actually a bedroom. Five people inhabited it, all in various stages of sex or drug use. As soon as he saw coke on the table, he hightailed it the other way. Peter was all for fun, but he didn’t want the kind of thing that stuck around forever, the way drug addictions tend to do. He finally found a bathroom, and managed to only get a little piss on the seat. It was an accomplishment considering he could barely see at all. Then he was making his way back, only to find Harry near a door he hadn’t noticed before.
“Hey Babe.” Peter slurred, attempting to wink at the guy.
“Hey.” Harry gestured to the door and smirked. “You wanna have some fun?”
And who was Peter to refuse? He was feeling so great, Harry could only make it all better. Peter didn’t even hesitate when he opened the door to four other guys inside. He didn’t recognize any of them, but Peter didn’t care. There was only one blonde guy in there that Peter didn’t particularly care for. Peter made sure to bury his face into the pillow when it was that guys turn to use Peter’s ass. They used him until he was spent, and then pushed him a little further, not that Peter minded. And when they were done, Harry asked Peter if he had someone to call.
For some reason Peter picked Happy. Even in this state, he knew he didn’t want Aunt May anywhere near him. His friend pool close by was relatively nonexistent. That left Tony. But Peter didn’t want to see Tony. So Happy was the next best thing. Surprisingly, he answered the phone within the first few rings. Peter heard a voice, but couldn’t recognize a single word. Even worse, he couldn’t talk back. It just made him giggle. Then everything went black.
Peter woke up to more words. It took him a few minutes to even process who it was, much less what they were saying to him. It was Tony, and he was pissed.
“Peter?” Tony sounded concerned. Maybe. Peter couldn’t be sure.
“MR. STARK!” Peter was flinging himself into Tony’s arms without a care. “Hi!”
“Hey, kid. Happy Birthday, by the way. You want to tell me what was going on back there?”
Peter thought about it, but couldn’t remember a single thing. He was drunk, and wanted another drink soon. Tony probably wouldn’t give him anything anyways. “Dunno.”
“You don’t know?” Tony finally managed to pry Peter off him, except he looked mortified. Peter didn’t understand why, but it was funny. “Kid what are you laughing for?”
“Shhh. Shhhh Mr. Stark.” Peter looked around, finally noticing they were in a car. One of Tony’s limo’s probably. Happy must’ve been driving Tony around when Peter called. Tony was in a suit, and damn did it look good. Peter couldn’t help but reach out and grab for Tony’s tie. Silky, smooth. “This tie is so nice. You know what else is nice? Harry!”
“Harry?” Peter couldn’t read Tony’s face, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to talk. “Is, uh… he the one who called Happy?”
“Yeah that was him. He’s so sweet to me, Mr. Stark. He fucks me right.”
“I’m sorry, he what?” Peter had never really talked to Tony about guys before. Or girls. Tony looked so distressed that Peter grabbed his hand to comfort him.
“Mr. Stark, he got me the best present for my birthday! We went to a party, and there were a bunch of guys waiting for me. It was so fun. Can we go back?”
“Jesus, kid.” Tony was visibly shaken, but Peter couldn’t figure out why. “You can’t be doing stuff like that.”
“I can do whatever I want.” Anger sparked deep inside him. He let go of Tony’s had, throwing it down by the man's side. “You’re not my Dad, you can’t tell me what to do with my life.”
“No, I’m not. But I can tell when you’re making a bad decision-”
“You couldn’t tell a bad decision from a baseball bat, Tony.” Peter cut him off, not even realizing he called Tony by his first name rather than Mr. Stark. “Porn seems like a pretty bad decision to me, but you’ve got plenty of that out there. Plenty of orgy’s too, so I don’t see what the problem is if I do it.”
“Kid...” Tony’s voice was quiet, only serving to make Peter more angry.
“I’m not a kid! I’m an adult. I’m twenty years old. I’m in college, not high-school anymore. I’m sick and tired of everyone treating me like a kid.” Then Peter was schooching closer to Tony, grabbing at the man’s suit once more. “I’m tired of you seeing me as a kid.”
They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other like animals. Then Peter was leaning forward, smashing his lips roughly against Tony’s.