Chapter 6
Tony was kissing Peter. He was kissing Peter like his life depended on it. If there was a hell, he was definitely headed there, not just for what he was doing now, but it sure didn’t help his case to get into heaven. It had all happened so fast that Tony didn’t stand a chance against stopping it. Even if he didn’t initiate it.
Happy had hunted down Tony at the Gala event to tell him about the ‘Peter emergency’, filled him in on the phone conversation, and told him he had heard a lot of people in the background. Tony didn’t even feel bad about having a tracker in Peter’s phone when he was able to pinpoint his location within seconds, then get to him within minutes. No one at the party was sober enough to recognize him, which wasn’t a comforting thought. Room after room, Tony shoved his way inside, glancing to all the faces to locate Peter. The alcohol wasn’t a major worry, but the amount of coke he saw around had his stomach twisting in knots. Then Tony found Peter and his heart nearly broke in two.
There was still a handful of guys in the room, dressing quickly when Tony nearly kicked the door in. Whether it was seeing the rage in Tony’s eyes, or perhaps the towering figure of a personal bodyguard behind him, he wasn’t sure, but everyone took off before he could even grab onto one of them and kick some ass. It was evident what had been going on, even if one of them had been kind enough to put Peter’s boxers back on for him. Tony did the rest, with a little help from Happy to steady Peter’s floppy, unconscious body. The amount of condoms strewn across the floor was sickening.
There were very few times in Tony’s life that he prayed, mostly because he didn’t believe in anything but science and cold hard facts, but partially because he didn’t think he deserved any help from the powers that be. One was a plea to bring back his Mother, which remained ignored. But now Tony begged over and over in his head for three things. Firstly, that Peter was fine. Secondly, that whatever took place was consensual, even if Peter was clearly too drunk to be making those decisions. And lastly, that if any of those boys took advantage of Peter, that he was able to hunt down all of them and skin them alive.
Tony was practically shaking with anger, so Happy offered to carry Peter to the Limo. Not that Happy seemed any less pissed, he just seemed to have a better grip on it. When Peter finally opened his eyes, Tony let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Then it went downhill from there.
Tony got three important pieces of information from their conversation. 1- Peter had wanted everything done to him that night. It made him squirm with an undeserved sense of jealousy, but was better than the alternative. 2- Peter had apparently seen quite a few of Tony’s video’s. 3- Peter was into Tony. That last one hit him like a derailed train. Lips on his own blanked out everything in his mind. And it escalated from there.
He was kissing Peter with all the passion that he had let build up for years, unable to hold anything back. Peter tasted like pure alcohol, and somewhere deep in his mind, he knew this was technically taking advantage of Peter, but then Peter was gasping and calling out his name, and Tony couldn’t stop himself. He was kissing and sucking at Peter’s neck, with the boys legs wrapped around his waist. It was so wrong yet so right. Tony pressed a firm bite to Peter’s delicate skin, and suddenly his whole world was turned upside down. Literally.
Someone had hit the limo so hard that they flipped. Luckily Tony and Happy had avoided serious damage, though he definitely felt it in his lower back the next morning, and Happy called out for a week. Peter on the other hand, had been too drunk to tense up and get hurt in the crash, which would’ve left him unscathed...If Tony hadn’t been latched onto his neck. The result was Tony nearly biting through Peter’s neck, and a hell of a lot of blood. Tony was half convinced one of his teeth came out in the process, but had been so worried about Peter that he could care less about what happened to himself.
That’s when he snapped back to reality. It was one of the worst nights he’d had in a long time. They got Peter back to the compound, Tony fixed him up, and Happy thankfully said nothing about the nasty bite on Peter’s neck, or the moaning he had more likely than not heard coming from the back of the limo. Those little windows could only block so much noise, and Peter was surprisingly loud. The test results of his blood alcohol content were as impressive as they were terrifying. Peter had drank enough to kill a normal person. It vaguely made Tony want to test Peter’s limits, but he never would go through with that.
“Kid, you’re going to be hurting tomorrow.” He whispered as he carried Peter to bed. Without hesitation, he placed a soft kiss to the boys forehead before he left.
Then the guilt set in. Guilt for taking advantage of Peter. Guilt for physically hurting him. Guilt for having intimate feelings for him at all. Tony was over 20 years older than Peter. It was wrong. So when Peter woke up not remembering a thing, Tony took his chance to back down. If Peter didn’t remember making a move, Tony was going to leave it that way. Them being together was an awful idea in the first place. So this was better for everyone. The bite mark on Peter’s neck had even healed to the point of looking like a slightly more normal, very kinky bite, rather than looking like he’d been mauled by a Vampire.
Tony didn’t expect Peter to go off the deep end, nor did he expect that to affect him so much. Watching Peter come home drunk and obviously fucked to oblivion had started to tear him apart. Peter was such a sweet, caring boy. He deserved a hell of a lot better than settling for Tony, but he also deserved more than random club hookups. And the memory of the way Peter gasped and cried out his name as Tony assaulted his neck played over and over in his head, except Tony was replaced with the most sleazy looking guys his mind could come up with. The jealousy ate away at him until he did the only thing he could think of. Ignore Peter. He can’t think about it if he doesn’t see Peter at all.
It was going fine, or as fine as expected out of an awful situation, until Peter showed up drunk. He even had something from Tony’s personal stash wrapped in his slender fingers. Then he had the audacity to tilt his head back to get the very last sip. Tony’s eyes were glued to his bobbing Adam’s apple the entire time. It was doomed to be a disaster from the beginning, but when Peter started getting touchy feely and Tony panicked.
He wasn’t going to take advantage of someone that was supposed to be his protege again. And if he gave in, he wouldn’t be able to stay away from Peter. That would only ruin the boy's life. Tony was the worst person to be in a relationship with. He was toxic, and he wouldn’t let himself ruin Peter’s life. That’s what he shouted in his head the next time Peter came to find him, looking like a damn snack. Tony’s brain was at war with itself. Dick Peter down good, or run and don't look back. Thankfully, the reasonable part of his mind won out.
So when Peter approached him again, sober, he knew he was screwed. Peter looked sexy in what he wore before, all open chested and tight pants. But, now, in his sweats and a baggy shirt, Tony’s heart had the fuel it needed to picture what it would be like waking up next to Peter. It was a truly heart-shattering experience. Tony couldn’t deny any longer that he was in too deep with Peter. So when Peter confessed his feelings, Tony couldn’t help himself. He was kissing Peter like his life depended on it, and deep down, he supposed it did. Peter was his everything and it was time he started acting like it.