Chapter 3
There was a strange mix of feelings welling up deep within Peter. Too many for him to reasonably deal with, so he did the next best thing… he buried them and partied instead. The only thing getting him by was the fact that he was still top of his class. Drinking was fun, but only on the weekends when he had the time. Some days he would see Harry. Some days he would meet random people out and about. Both ways though, he made sure he got plowed into a mattress, wall, or car seat. Peter knew it wasn’t healthy, but he didn’t really care.
Then came the weekend he had finals. It killed him, really, but Peter stayed in to study. He had done too much work to fail now. But studying was boring. Peter was horny. No one was in the compound that he knew of. It seemed like the perfect time to blow off a little steam.
Like countless other times, Peter opened up an incognito tab on his phone. It was pointless, really. If the Government wanted to watch him, so be it. The only thing he was about to do was beat some meat. Exhibition wasn’t really his thing, but if they wanted to snoop, so be it. However, he did stop to plug in headphones. Just because he thought he was alone in the Compound didn’t mean it was true. There were spies and assassins roaming the halls that could easily pinpoint the sound from practically anywhere.
Quickly, Peter navigated his way to a website that he knew for a fact had the most diverse selection of Tony’s videos. It had been such a long time since he watched anything with Tony in it. He had been felt so disappointed with the way Tony had been treating him that it felt wrong, more so than usual, to touch himself to that man. Now, he was so pent up that he just didn’t care. What he wanted was Tony, and he would deal with the repercussions after.
It was a tough choice between two of his favorite videos. The one where Tony didn’t know he was being recorded and was unusually tender with the girl he was with, who was a total babe. Or the one where Tony absolutely destroyed some twink into a gasping, pleading mess, while calling him every dirty name under the sun. The second one eventually won out, because as much as he liked tender Tony, with the other video he could pretend he was the one getting the fucking of a lifetime.
Peter let himself get fully hard, uncomfortable, and twitchy before he started touching himself, in order to make it last longer. Unfortunately that didn’t take too long when he was listening to Tony call the guy on screen with him such filthy things. What Peter wouldn’t give to be Tony’s ‘little slut’. Just that thought alone made his cock twitch in his hand, leaking a small dribble of precum.
Young Tony had grade A stamina which made Peter wonder if that was still the case. Even if Tony couldn’t keep up, Peter would still throw his ass back on that thick cock. Several times he got too close and had to stop touching himself, resulting in an edging session that he’d really love to try again soon. Really, the show was amazing, it always was, but Peter always had the best orgasm whenever he waited for Tony’s. That was when Tony really let loose. Peter had watched this video so many times that he knew exactly when it was about to happen, even without knowing all of Tony’s tells. Those beautiful hips stuttered, brow furrowed, and all those fake, but highly erotic pornstar moans for the camera became real. It was like getting a glimpse at heaven. That’s when Peter sped up the pace, stroking his cock hard and fast, throbbing with every sound that fell from Tony’s lips. As Tony groaned and came deep within the mewling boys ass, Peter bit his lip to stop his own noises, unable to look away from the glorious sight in front of him.
The bliss from his release was short lived. As Peter wiped up the mess that coated his hand and stomach, he thought of Tony. It had been weeks since Tony started ignoring Peter, and it hurt more than words could describe. Sometimes they would talk, but it was mostly yes/no answers on Tony’s end before he found an excuse to bolt out of the room in order to trying to break his record of time spent away from Peter. It was tearing him apart. Peter wasn’t even sure what exactly Tony was mad about, but it probably had something to do with all the drinking. That only fueled the bitter feelings in Peter more. Tony had been even more of a party animal from a much younger age than Peter. He was absolutely wild in his youth, up until about a decade ago. He had no right to judge Peter.
But that didn’t make Peter feel any less guilty. He hated being the reason Tony seemed so off. He just wanted to make the engineer happy. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to stop the slow spiral downward he knew he was in. It helped with every bad feeling he was having, and the longer he let it go on, the worse those feelings became. Besides, how much damage could it be doing to his body with his healing factor? That was a problem for middle-aged Peter.
But Peter knew he couldn’t go on forever like this. Tony was the main source of his problems, so he was going to have to do something about it. That was the only way to fix things. Reasonably, he knew he had no chance with Tony, but he just couldn’t bring himself to drop his silly crush. But maybe Tony could make that happen.
The idea hit him like a train, crushing him thoroughly. Maybe he couldn’t get rid of his soul-consuming crush on his own, but that didn’t mean Tony couldn’t help him. If he started hitting on Tony, the older man would have no choice but to either let him down gently or crush his hope and dreams aggressively. It wouldn’t be a pleasant experience, but either way, it would be effective. The worst that could happen was Tony would stop talking to him, but given the fact that they barely talked now, Peter had nothing to lose. Except his pride and dignity, but who needed that anyway?