Chapter 7
It was like everything was happening in slow motion. Lips on his own, Tony was kissing him. Suddenly Peter was aware of everything. His tears, his breathing, the way Tony’s mouth felt so soft and gentle on his. The hand that reached up to cup his face was warm and heart-stopping. If he physically could, Peter was sure he’d melt. Then Tony was pulling away and Peter could feel his face falling into a pout before he could stop it.
“Wow that was one hell of a confession.” Tony laughed and Peter felt all the joy welling up in his leave his body immediately. It was, and he didn’t want to be made fun of for it. “No wait, I’m not laughing at you, Kid. Uh, Peter. I’m laughing at this. It’s ridiculous. Do you know how old I am? And I’m here making out with some teen who just confessed his undying love for me, and all I can think is how I feel the same way.”
Oh. Wow. That was a lot to process. “I mean… I didn’t exactly profess my undying love for you, Mr. Stark.”
“Close enough, though. And maybe you should stop calling me that? It makes me feel dirty. Well, dirtier. You can go back to calling me Tony, that was nice.”
“But I’ve never called you that.” Peter was sure. And yet, a deep memory swirled around in Peter’s head that he just couldn’t grasp. “Have I?”
“Ok, look,” Tony sat down on the bench next to Peter, leaving a bigger than he’d like space between them. “That first night you got trashed, you may have said some things, called me Tony, kissed me, and then-”
“I’m sorry, what?” Peter cut him off, feeling his heart thrum in his chest a little faster. He kissed Tony? He ‘confessed’ things to Tony? What exactly had happened?
“Alright, well, maybe it would be better if you just saw it. Trust me, I have cameras everywhere and Friday has access to all video feeds.” Tony was fidgeting now. Peter wasn’t sure if that was something he should think was cute or not...because it definitely was.
As if on cue a holographic screen popped up from the center of the table. On screen, Peter saw himself wasted in the back of Tony’s limo. It seemed familiar, but just barely. On screen Tony looked worried, Peter was passed out. As soon as he woke up, he was flinging himself at Tony, and Peter felt his face flush out of embarrassment. Sure, they had just kissed, but it was a nice, sweet, first time (or so he thought), with confessions on both sides. To find out the actual first time had been awkward and clingy was embarrassing. Then it got worse.
Peter was holding Tony’s tie, then his hand, spouting on about Harry and all the sex they had. Just when he thought he couldn’t get anymore mortified, he listened to his outburst. It was a miracle Tony even wanted anything to do with him after that, but then Peter was kissing Tony and climbing into his lap. It was like a slap in the face, watching himself act like a whore on camera when he had no recollection of doing so. But then he saw how Tony clung to him and grabbed his ass, kissing his neck, so much more tenderly and needily than Peter had seen him act in any of his porno’s. The only thing that kept him from getting rock hard instantly was hearing himself. It was strange.
Then all hell broke loose. Peter wasn’t even sure what had happened at first, but then he realized it was a accident. He saw himself half on screen, covered in blood. “Is that my blood? But that’s where I had that… Mr. Stark, did you bite me?”
“Yes. Not on purpose. I always ask first, I promise.” Tony threw him a weak wink, looking stressed to the max. It still sent a shiver down Peter’s spine.
“Well, It’s not like I felt it, and it didn’t leave a mark, so no harm no foul, right? But, um. I wouldn’t be opposed to you doing it again. Less blood obviously. Or maybe not. I’ll try anything once.” It took every fiber of his being to maintain eye contact while he said it. Peter was glad he did though when he saw the change in Tony’s eyes. He could see the desire, and that was the best way Tony could look at him. Peter was feeling brave. So brave that he slid forward on the bench until they were thigh to thigh. Then, Peter was kissing Tony again, much more passionately.
It was every bit as good as the last kiss. Only this time it escalated much faster. Peter couldn’t even tell if it was a few seconds or a few minutes when Tony bit onto his lower lip. Without being able to stop it, Peter let out an undignified mewl, causing Tony to yank at the back of Peter’s hair, pulling him away. Tony’s eyes were pure black and Peter could see his chest heaving.
“Ok let's slow it down a little, Peter.” It was a weak attempt at getting Peter to take things slow. He could tell Tony wanted this as much as him, and he was willing to give it one more try. If Tony told him no, Peter would back down and respect the man's wishes, but he figured Tony was only trying to slow down for Peter’s benefit.
“But, Mr. Stark,” Peter put on the sexiest voice he could manage. He knew for a fact it worked on most guys, hopefully Tony couldn’t resist it either. Then he bit his swollen bottom lip and put on his best puppy dog eyes, “I want you.”
“Is that right?” Tony’s voice was gruff. Peter could see him short circuiting and if he wasn’t trying to get the older man into bed he might’ve laughed about it.
“Yes. I need you.” Peter let one hand trail up Tony’s thigh, enjoying the way the other man shivered.
“Up, now. Lets go.” Tony’s hand linked with his own. Then he was being pulled up and stumbling toward the door. “Don’t try and talk me into doing this in the lab, your first time should be in a bed.”
Despite everything telling him not to Peter still found himself saying, “This isn’t my first time.”
“It’s not my first time either. Doesn’t matter.” Tony pushed Peter into the wall, staring into his eyes, then down at his lips. “None of them matter, because you’ll be screaming my name so loud that you won’t even think about anyone else. A first time with me is an experience in itself.”
Then he was kissing Peter again, slotting one thigh between Peter’s, finally letting their cocks touch. Even through a couple layers of clothes, Peter was sure he could cum right then and there. It was amazing. Tony was rutting against him hard and fast, licking the soft spot behind Peter’s ear, and all Peter could do was hold on for dear life. A whole slew of sounds came out of his mouth that he didn’t know he could make before.
Tony pulled away, dragging Peter with him again. Thankfully they didn’t run into anyone on the way to Tony’s room. Peter wasn’t sure what he’d say if they had. It was also nice that Tony had a good portion of the compound to himself. Peter was promised there would be screaming, and he wasn’t going to stop himself just to make his housemates comfortable.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Tony slammed the door behind them and pushed Peter on the bed. It was big and soft. Peter took advantage of the space to sprawl out in a display of seduction. Tony stared for a few seconds, and then he was on Peter.