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“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Bucky was staring at the sweatshirt that Tony was holding up for him to see. While Tony was grinning like a mad scientist—which he kinda was anyway—Bucky was trying to suppress his grimace.
“You lose a bet, you gotta pay up, it’s the rules,” Tony laughed.
Loathe as he was to admit it, Tony was right. And even though he was Vice President of their fraternity, or maybe even because he was, Bucky knew that he couldn’t be a hypocrite. If you lose a bet, no matter how small, you do your forfeit, no excuses. The thing was, Bucky had been so confident that he would win this bet against Clint that he hadn’t cared about what his forfeit was… until now.
“Yeah, I know. But seriously?! I have to wear this all day?!” Bucky grumbled.
“All day, Buckeroni,” Tony winked.
Bucky looked to his best friend, Steve, for some kind of moral support, but Steve simply shrugged and gave Bucky an apologetic look.
“And we will be there every step of the way to make sure you keep to it,” Clint winked.
“You’re all assholes,” Bucky whined, snatching the sweatshirt from Tony’s hands. He looked down at the print on the garment and back at Tony. “And what does this connect to again?”
“Your Instagram account,” Tony confirmed.
Bucky groaned. This was the last time he was making any kind of bet. Even if he was sure he would win, he was never taking that risk again. With a huge sigh, Bucky tugged on the hoodie and stormed across the room to the front door.
Keys in hand, Bucky opened the door. “Let’s get this over with then.”
o.O
Peter would much rather be doing his extra credit assignment right now, rather than trolling through the mall on a Saturday, but Wanda and Nat had dragged him out of his dorm to spend time with them. Apparently, he was doing too much studying for any college student to even think of doing, so they literally forced him out of his sweatpants, into some jeans, and out the door. Peter didn’t want to admit it out loud that he was kinda having fun with them—he always did—but he knew that they could tell just from the look on his face.
Ok, maybe he was studying too much. A break wouldn’t hurt since he was top of all of his classes, and was even ahead in a few of them. He didn’t need to worry. He’d been at college for two years, and he hadn’t actually been to any parties. No matter how hard they tried, Nat and Wanda could never get him out. While this was only the mall, why not enjoy the day? Baby steps. One day he might find himself in a frat house surrounded by the hot guys he’s seen around campus.
They were walking together past a clothing store, arms ladened with bags, when Nat came to a sudden stop. While Wanda noticed immediately, Peter continued walking a few steps before realizing he was on his own. Peter turned around and walked back to the girls wondering what was up. They were both looking at something on the other side of the mall.
“Is that Bucky Barnes?” Wanda asked.
“Yeah, I think it is,” Nat replied.
“Why is he alone? Don’t you think that’s strange?” Wanda commented.
Nat hummed. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him without Steve. I wonder what’s going on.”
Peter followed their line of vision and saw the guy who had their attention. Peter adjusted his glasses on his nose and… yep, that was Bucky Barnes, stood by himself looking at a rack of shirts. Fuck, he looked good. He was the one person who could distract Peter from whatever he was doing, there had even been one time when Peter had walked face first into a lamp post while Bucky and the rest of his fraternity were on the grass, shirtless, playing flag football. Although he was embarrassed as hell, no one actually saw it happen. Everyone in the vicinity was staring at all the sweaty guys grabbing at each other.
The girls continued to talk about something but Peter had completely tuned them out. He was completely engrossed in Bucky, nothing else around him mattered. Bucky had his long hair tied up in a messy bun - a favorite of Peter’s - which gave the perfect view of the intricate undercut that he had. Peter would give just about anything to be able to be able to remove that hair tie and run his fingers through Bucky’s hair. It was Nat’s laugh which brought Peter out of Bucky World.
“What the hell is that on his sweatshirt?” Nat asked.
Peter joined the girls leaning against the glass so that they could lean a little closer. Squinting, they waited until Bucky turned his back to them again and when they saw it, they all looked at each other in confusion.
“Is that a QR-Code?” Wanda asked.
Peter nodded. Spanning the entirety of Bucky’s back was a QR-Code, and while Peter & the girls were trying to work out what was going on, Bucky turned around and across his chest ‘Wanna Ride?’ was printed.
“What the fuck!?” Nat exclaimed. “Pete, my phone’s dead, give me yours.”
Peter’s brows furrowed. “Why? Why not Wanda’s?”
Nat smacked Peter’s arm. “Just give me your damn phone before he’s gone!”
Peter sighed and fished his phone out of his pocket, handing it over to Nat. She immediately opened the camera and zoomed into Bucky’s back. Peter and Wanda watched over Nat’s shoulders as the code took them to Bucky’s Instagram page. Before Peter could take the phone from Nat’s hand, she pressed ‘Message’ and ducked away.
“Nat, what are you doing?!” Peter stage-whispered, trying his best not to cause a scene or draw attention to them, no matter how much he wanted to jump on Nat’s back and attempt to wrestle the phone from his friend.
“Meddling, what else would you think I'm doing?” Nat replied with a smirk.
Peter stared at her, mouth wide open in shock, and then turned back to Bucky to see him pulling his phone from his pocket. Peter held his breath for a few moments as Bucky read whatever was on the screen. Peter’s mild shock quickly turned to panic as Bucky started to look around the store that he was in, obviously trying to find Peter - who he believed had sent the message - but was coming up short. Peter heard Nat chuckle as she typed again. As soon as she had pressed ‘send’, she handed the phone back to Peter.
There was no time for Peter to hide in embarrassment as Bucky turned in their direction and gave Peter the most devastatingly gorgeous smile. Despite the welcoming look that Bucky was giving him, Peter wished that his Instagram didn’t include a picture of himself, because no matter what, even if he had managed to run, there would always be the chance that Buky would have found him around campus. Unless he stayed in his dorm room until his graduation. Yeah, that could be a good plan. Peter could become a hermit and live the rest of his college life locked away.
Peter was brought from his internal musings when Wanda bumped her hip against his. Peter then realized that he had been daydreaming whilst actively staring at Bucky. Peter knew that his face had heated up to an embarrassing shade of red when he saw that Bucky was leaning against the glass watching him. When Bucky lifted a hand and motioned for Peter to go to him, Peter looked around, wondering if there was any way that he could make an escape. He desperately wanted to, even though it was a miracle that he had gotten Bucky’s attention and he wasn’t being laughed at. When Bucky motioned to him again, considering Peter hadn’t moved a muscle and simply looked like a gazelle realizing it was lion food - Nat grabbed Peter by his shoulders and pushed him away from them.
“I hate you,” Peter groaned at Nat as he walked away.
“You’ll rethink that when you’re using him as a weighted blanket,” Nat grinned.
As he walked around the concourse toward Bucky, Peter’s heart was hammering in his chest. Never in a million years did he ever think that he would ever actually talk to Bucky. He was more than content to watch from afar, but now here he was, taking the long walk toward the man who had occupied his dreams many times. As he walked, Peter continued to look for possible exits, but there was something that was pushing him onward. He could feel Nat and Wanda’s eyes on him as well as Bucky’s and he wanted to shrink in on himself. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention except when he was answering questions in class. As he turned the corner to walk straight toward Bucky, he took a deep breath. C’mon Pete, you can do this.
When he finally stepped up to Bucky, he looked up at the man and immediately dropped his gaze. Bucky was even more gorgeous close up, and Peter didn’t think he could handle taking any kind of rejection from someone who looked so damn good. A hand moved into Peter’s line of vision. Peter didn’t look up, focusing on Bucky’s hands. How could people have such nice hands? Was hand kink a thing because Peter was pretty sure he now had it. Peter didn’t look up until a throat cleared.
“Jamie Barnes,” Bucky smiled.
“I know,” Peter replied instantly, beginning his ramble. “I mean, I know who you are, everyone knows who you are.” Peter blushed. “Sorry, I’m Peter,” he added, placing his slightly-sweaty hand in Bucky’s, “and I think I’m gonna go die now.”
Bucky laughed, a kind laugh, definitely not mocking. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”
Peter’s brain finally caught up a little. “Hang on, did you say Jamie ?”
Bucky nodded, finally letting go of Peter’s hand. “Yeah, Well, it’s James, but I’m only called that by my mom when I’m in trouble.”
“So where did Bucky come from,” Peter asked before he could even think about the fact that he was having a conversation with Bucky Barnes and panic.
“I guess I have Stevie to blame for that,” Bucky said. “Steve Rogers, by the way. I’ve known him since elementary school and he’s been calling me that as long as I can remember. Let’s just say my middle name is… something , and the nickname kinda stuck. Especially once I got onto the football team. Most people forget I have an actual name.”
“I’ve been calling you Bucky in my head. What would you prefer me to call you?” Peter asked, cursing himself for his stupid word vomit.
“You can call me anything you want, Doll,” Bucky winked.
Peter was dumbfounded. Was this actually happening? “I-” He was stumped. Sure, he had dated before, and he was by no means a virgin, but the way that Bucky - Jamie - had said that was something completely new.
“Listen, I’m gonna be honest with you,” Jamie began, which made Peter’s stomach drop. “I lost a bet and was forced to wear this sweatshirt by the rest of the frat.”
“Oh,” Peter frowned.
“No, don’t think-” Jamie said quickly. “I don’t mean it like that, I mean they were hoping I’d get bombarded by a load of shit wearing this, and honestly I thought I would be too.” Jamie let out a deep breath. “That was until I got your message and I saw you.”
A small smile spread on Peter’s face. “You know I didn’t write that message, right?”
Jamie turned his head to see Nat and Wanda watching their interaction intently. “Judging by our conversation, I can guess.”
Peter blushed. “Do I want to know what she wrote to you?”
Jamie chuckled. “Probably not.”
“Oh god,” Peter breathed. “I’m gonna have to delete my Instagram and burn my phone.”
That made Jamie laugh out loud. “Don’t do that, otherwise if I ask for your number, I won’t be able to call you.”
“My number?”
“Yeah, your number,” Jamie confirmed. “I wanna take you out.”
“Really?” Peter asked, still in shock that this was where their conversation was going.
“Really,” Jamie nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Put your number in here.”
Peter took the phone with shaking hands and put his number in before handing it back to Jamie, who started typing and as he put his phone away, Peter felt his own vibrate. He pulled it out and saw a message.
Unknown: How’s Friday?
Peter stared at the message way longer than necessary. He could feel that Jamie’s eyes were on him and he felt the nerves creep through him. A date? Peter looked up at Jamie with a smile. “Friday sounds perfect.”
Jamie grinned. “Great. That’s great.” Jamie let out a deep breath. “Listen, I’m gonna get out of here and get this awful thing,” he tugged at the sweatshirt, “off. I’ll text you later, ok?”
Peter nodded, hoping that Jamie actually meant it. “Sure, I’ll talk to you later.”
Jamie leaned down and pressed a kiss to Peter’s cheek, pulling a slight gasp from Peter’s lips. “Friday can’t come sooner.”
With that, Jamie walked away toward the food court. While Peter watched him leave, definitely not staring at his ass, Nat and Wanda rounded the concourse. When they reached him, Peter looked at them and said, “Did that really just happen?”
Nat’s smile could rival the cheshire cat. “You’re welcome.”
o.O
Meanwhile, in the food court…
“What’s he doing now?” Steve asked, stretching up so that he could look over in the direction of his best friend.
“Same thing he was doing 30 seconds ago, my star spangled friend,” Tony replied. He had his prototype AI glasses on and tapped the side to zoom in a little - he hadn’t finalized the coding for voice-activated command, but he was almost there and today was the best day to test the features he did have.
“This is boring, he hasn’t even gotten one message,” Clint interjected with a sigh, less-inconspicuous binoculars held up to his eyes. “You would have thought that huge hunk of man would have garnered some kind of attention.”
The three of them were on Bucky Watch, to make sure that Bucky actually stuck to what he was supposed to be doing. Not that they didn’t trust him, but it was a rule; Every bet forfeit must be observed by at least one member of the fraternity to confirm validity. Tony had been the one selected for this ‘mission’, but Steve had demanded he be allowed to come along. Clint had only joined them so that he could get out of revising for his Psychology exam. Tony was still trying to work out where Clint got the binoculars from or why he had them in the first place, but that would be a conversation for later.
Tony nodded in agreement. “You’re right there. Hell, if I had seen it, I’d be typing faster than a hacker breaking into the CIA.”
Steve laughed. “Tony, you need to give up on that, you know you’re not Buck’s type.”
“Yeah, I know,” Tony replied dejectedly.
“Buckeroo prefers them much twinkier,” Clint added.
“Can we please stop discussing my shortcomings and get back to business?” Tony growled.
Clint shrugged. “Why? It’s not like anything juicy is happening.”
Tony returned his attention back to Bucky just as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. Seconds later, Bucky started looking around, making it obvious that someone had contacted him after seeing his sweatshirt.
“Look alive, team, I think we have a bite,” Clint grinned.
The three of them watched as Bucky smiled and beckoned someone over. Tony followed Bucky’s line of sight and searched through the crowd to see who, if anyone, was walking toward Bucky, and he kept coming up short. He tried to imagine the kind of person that would actually react to what they had put on Bucky’s sweatshirt, and when he finally saw someone getting close to Bucky, he was in complete and utter shock.
“Is that Peter Parker?” Tony asked.
Clint and Steve frowned. “Who?” they both said, confused.
“Peter,” Tony reiterated. “He’s in the advanced robotics class that I T.A. for. He’s a tiny genius.”
Clint barked out a laugh. “Hah! So he’s the twink version of you?”
“Shut up,” Tony growled. “I didn’t know Pete would be the kind of kid to go for something like that, he’s always been so quiet and reserved.”
Clint turned his binoculars in the direction that Peter had come from and grinned. “I don’t think Peter started it.”
Steve, who was still confused with the whole situation, asked, “Why?”
“Because the redhead succubi, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, are on the other side of the mall watching everything going on with the biggest shit-eating grins on their faces,” Clint advised.
Steve’s eyes widened in recognition. “Natasha? Your friend Natasha? How does Peter know her?”
Clint gave a little shrug. “I remember Nat mentoning she’d met this cute, quiet twink at orientation, I’m guessing she was talking about Peter. He doesn’t come out much so that’s probably why we’ve never seen him with her. He’s nothing like those two, but she loves him more than she loves me.”
“Well, he is pretty adorable,” Steve confirmed.
“Hey! We can all see he’s adorable,” Tony grumbled, completely not jealous or anything. “Let’s see how this goes, huh?”
The other two nodded and kept their attention on the pair who were now shaking hands and talking. They had all seen Bucky in action before, he had no problem getting any girl or guy, but there was something different about what was going on now. Sure, Bucky looked confident and gave those perfect smiles that he had, but he was more reserved, more… sweet . None of them had ever seen him like this. It was unnerving. Tony wished that he could see Peter’s face but his back was to them. When Bucky handed his phone over to Peter, Clint whooped and punched the air. Steve smacked Clint on the arm and shushed him, not wanting to draw attention to them, even though it was already creepy enough that Clint was in a mall with a full-size pair of binoculars.
It was only a few moments later when Bucky kissed Peter - on the cheek, no less - then walked away from Peter, toward them. When Bucky got up to their table, he ripped the sweatshirt off and dropped it on the table in front of them.
“What are you doing? You still have the rest of the day to go,” Tony urged, picking the sweatshirt up and holding it out to Bucky.
“I don’t think so,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “I’ve got a date, so I’d say that’s mission accomplished.”
Without another word, Bucky walked away from the table with a smirk, leaving behind his gobsmacked friends.
o.O
When Friday came around, Peter was a ball of nerves. Jamie had been texting him constantly since that day at the mall, and when each message came in, he was expecting to be canceled on. He still couldn’t understand how someone like Jamie Barnes could possibly want to take him out on a date. On Friday afternoon, in the middle of his existential crisis, Nat and Wanda had shown up at his dorm room door with their arms ladened with bags full of clothes for Peter. When Peter saw the store names on the bags, he blanched.
“Where did you even get the money for all of this?” he asked.
Nat looked at him with a look that should have terrified Peter. “It’s probably best you don’t know.”
Knowing how secretive Nat could be sometimes, Peter just nodded and allowed the women to strip him down to his underwear and treat him like their mannequin. The outfit that they had chosen as the best was probably the second thing that he had tried on, but they continued the fashion show until all of the clothes had been tried on. As Peter was putting the chosen outfit back on - black Levi’s that fitted him scarily perfectly and a white DSQUARED t-shirt - he noticed that Wanda was putting the rest of the clothes into his closet.
“What are you doing?” he asked. “Aren’t you gonna return all of that?”
“Why would we do that?” she asked in response. “We bought these for you, sweetie, you wouldn’t want to be rude and return a gift, would you?” Wanda’s face morphed into that of a kicked puppy and Peter groaned, knowing he couldn’t say no to her. These girls were the best friends that anyone could ask for.
When it was ticking closer to the time that Jamie said that he would be picking Peter up, and Peter was fully ready, hair styled perfectly by Wanda. He looked to the girls who were seated on his bed, wondering why they hadn’t left yet.
Nat must have seen the question in Peter’s eyes. “Oh we’re not going anywhere yet, not until we give Bucky the shovel talk,” she grinned.
Peter groaned. “Do you really have to?”
Wanda got up off of the bed and wrapped her arms around Peter. “Baby boy, we have to look out for you. We love you, ok?”
Peter sagged in defeat and returned the hug. “Fine, I love you too. But please don’t embarrass me.”
Wanda kissed Peter on the forehead. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Right on time, there was a knock at the door, and Peter tensed. He extracted himself from Wanda and took a few deep breaths before Wanda pushed him toward the door. When Peter opened the door, Jamie was leaning against the door frame looking perfect as always. The smile that he gave Peter was like something out of a movie. Peter couldn’t find words, and just stared up at Jamie, dumbstruck.
“Hey, Peter,” Jamie smiled. A throat cleared behind Peter and Jamie lifted his head, smiling. “Ladies,” he added, looking over Peter’s head to the two redheads behind him.
Nat opened the door further and walked around Peter, stepping up to Jamie with a fierce look on her face. “Тебе лучше присмотреть за моим ребенком, иначе твои родители никогда не найдут твое тело.” (You better watch my baby or your parents will never find your body.)
Peter blushed. He didn’t speak Russian, but with the way that she had spoken, he knew that had to be a threat. He groaned, this was what he meant by embarrassing him.
Jamie, to his credit, didn’t waver, he simply nodded seriously and replied, “Ты можешь доверять мне.” (You can trust me.)
Nat hummed, but didn’t look convinced. “Посмотрим на это,” she replied, brushing past Jamie. (We’ll see about that.) She turned back to Peter and smiled. “Have a great time, love.”
Wanda kissed Peter on the cheek. “Let us know when you get home, sweetie.”
Peter groaned, “Yes, Mom .”
Wanda chuckled. “Good boy.”
With that, the women left them alone in the doorway of Peter’s dorm. “I’m sorry about them.”
Jamie just waved the apology off. “Don’t sweat it. It’s great that you have friends like that.”
“Do I wanna know what Nat said to you?” Peter blushed.
Jamie laughed. “I don’t know, do you?”
Peter thought for a moment before he shook his head. “Best not. Plausible deniability and all that.”
“Smart man,” Jamie praised before he held out his hand. “Ready to go?”
Peter nodded and placed his hands in Jamie’s, their fingers instantly linking together. As soon as they were out of the dorms, Jamie let go of Peter's hand and instead, slung his arm over Peter’s shoulder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Peter cautiously wrapped his arm around Jamie’s waist and was rewarded with a blinding smile.
“So, where are we going?” Peter asked.
“It’s a surprise,” Jamie winked.
The surprise turned out to be the huge arcade in town. Peter was practically buzzing with excitement when it came into view. This was the most perfect place for a date; There was food, and there were games. What could be better?! Jamie basically gave Peter free reign on the games. Each time, he asked where Peter wanted to go, and let Peter lead the way. As they played, they talked, they laughed, and they got to know each other. Peter was able to open up, feeling so much more comfortable than he would have if they had simply gone to dinner or something.
Jamie was the sweetest. He didn’t complain when Peter went off on a tangent about whatever project or article he was gushing about, simply listening intently and asking questions every so often. Even if he had no idea what Peter was talking about, Jamie made Peter feel like he was interested in it anyway. The fond way that he looked at Peter when he was listening made Peter’s stomach flutter. This was something he had never experienced before. He should have felt so embarrassed about how much he was revealing about himself, but Jamie just made him feel so seen.
They were also on equal footing as Peter learned so much about Jamie that he was almost sure all of Jamie’s other dates never got told. Jamie opened up about things that were so personal that it made Peter’s breath catch in his throat. There had been a part of him that thought that Jamie was only after sex - and Peter wouldn’t deny that that would be awesome - but this date was so much more. No one would put this much effort in and share so much if they were just trying to get laid.
When they were both hungry, they shared a pizza and the conversation continued to flow. Instead of sitting at the tables where they would be opposite each other, Jamie chose a booth and sat with his arm on the back of the seat, wrapped around Peter. He held Peter close and throughout their time seated there, drew Peter closer and closer until Peter was almost on his lap. Jamie buried his head in Peter’s throat and pressed open-mouthed kisses to the skin, making Peter gasp and press even closer.
“We really should get out of here,” Jamie mumbled. “This is a family place, I don’t really wanna get banned.”
Peter giggled and nodded. “Your place or mine?” he asked.
“Mine’s a little closer,” Jamie offered, standing and holding out his hand for Peter to take.
They walked hand-in-hand out of the arcade and Peter allowed Jamie to lead them down the street. It didn’t take long before they were outside Jamie’s frat house, and Peter instantly felt nervous. Jamie stopped and turned to Peter with a reassuring smile. “Most of the guys are out tonight at some party, so you don’t need to worry about people knowing your business or anything.”
“Thank you,” Peter smiled.
As promised, they made it through the house and to Jamie’s room without seeing anyone. Peter could hear noises behind some of the doors but no one came out, and for that, he was thankful. It wasn’t that he was ashamed or anything, but he was a pretty private person and didn’t exactly want everyone watching him going into Jamie’s bedroom. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Peter found himself backed against it, body crowded by Jamie’s. His heart was pounding in his chest and there were no more words as Jamie leaned down and kissed Peter properly.
The first touch of lips was electric, surging through Peter’s entire body as he wrapped himself around Jamie as best he could. They moved together seamlessly, as though they had done it many times before, and not as though it was their first real kiss… which it was! And what a kiss it was. Jamie didn’t need to demand the kiss be deepened, Peter opened up for him instantly, and Jamie swallowed the moan that Peter let out as their tongues tangled together.
Jamie’s hands dropped from the door to Peter’s hips, pulling their bodies flush. Peter gasped as he felt Jamie’s hardening cock against his stomach and broke the kiss, dropping his head back against the door. Jamie took advantage of the position and trailed his lips over the expanse of Peter’s throat, dragging more sounds from Peter’s panting mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” Jamie groaned. “I really wanted to take my time with you, make you fall apart slowly, but those little sounds you make are trying to change my mind.” Jamie sucked a spot on Peter’s neck, which made Peter cry out, pushing his hips forward to rut against Jamie’s thigh. “Makes me wanna rip your clothes off and throw you down on the bed.”
“Please,” Peter gasped.
Jamie hummed. “Please, what, Doll? Tell me what you want.”
Jamie pulled back from his attack on Peter’s neck to look down at Peter, and give Peter the chance to clear his head a little so that he could actually answer the question. As Peter breathed heavily, Jamie took his time studying Peter a little better; His eyes were glazed already, his lips were spit slicked and kiss swollen, red and begging for Jamie to bite them. All in all, just from a kiss, Peter already looked a mess, and Jamie couldn’t wait to see how Peter would look coming on his cock.
They stood for a moment, just staring at each other. Peter then, instead of speaking, reached between them and unbuckled Jamie’s belt. Jamie’s gaze dropped to Peter’s hands and watched as Peter unbuttoned his pants and let his fingers dance along the edge of Jamie’s boxers.
Jamie smirked and lifted his attention back to Peter’s face. Peter was looking up at Jamie with a coy but mischievous look on his face that Jamie definitely hadn’t seen yet. “Is that what you want? My cock,” Jamie asked, to which Peter nodded in response. “Where do you want it?”
Peter licked his lips and dropped to his knees. “Everywhere,” he replied, finally finding his voice.
“Everywhere, huh?” Jamie grinned. “I think I can do that. Go on, baby,” he encouraged. “Pull me out and take whatever you want.”
Peter groaned in response and immediately complied. He pulled Jamie’s boxers down. As soon as Jamie’s cock sprung free, Peter dove in, taking Jamie into his mouth and as deep as he could. Jamie groaned and leaned forward, bracing himself against the door. Peter’s throat contracting around his cock was far too good, and was always making his knees shake. It was probably the unexpectedness and contrast from the quiet, sweet Peter who had been with him in the arcade to this that made it even hotter that as Peter’s head started to bob, Jamie knew that he wouldn’t be doing this for long if he wanted to actually fuck Peter.
Jamie couldn’t help how his hips rocked in time with Peter’s movements, pushing his cock deeper and deeper with each thrust. If it wasn’t for the moans Peter was making in between gagging, Jamie would have thought that he was probably going too far. That, and the way that Peter looked up at him told Jamie that it was exactly what Peter wanted, so he didn’t stop, slow down or pull back at all. He kept going until he started to feel like he was getting close.
To Peter’s disappointment, Jamie pulled out of his mouth and stepped back. “Fuck, doll, you’re too good at that, I would have come if we’d kept up with that.”
Peter looked up at Jamie with a pout. “That was kinda the point,” he said, his voice gravelly from the abuse his throat had just been through.
“Hmmm… Actually, I think the point of tonight is for me to fuck you into that mattress,” Jamie winked. “We’ll have to save me coming down your throat for next time.”
“Promise?” Peter asked, way too innocently considering what they had just been doing.
“That’s a promise I know I will never break,” Jamie assured, “it would be my pleasure.”
Peter grinned. “Yeah, it would be.”
Jamie laughed, holding out a hand to help Peter off of the floor, dragging him up and straight into Jamie’s arms. Jamie pressed a kiss to Peter’s lips, which Peter tried to deepen but Jamie pulled back. “Who’d have thought you were this sassy, sweetheart.”
Peter looked at Jamie innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Jamie landed a swat on Peter’s ass and that set them both off, tearing at each other’s clothes until they were both completely naked. Jamie pushed Peter down onto the bed on his front, and when Peter tried to turn onto his back, Jamie gripped his hips and pushed Peter back down, covering Peter’s body with his own, pressing Peter into the mattress. Jamie’s cock rested between Peter’s cheeks and Jamie groaned deeply as Peter lifted his hips, trying to guide the movements.
“Don’t worry, baby, I wanna watch your face when I finally slide into you, but we aren’t there yet.” Jamie’s words were said between kisses that he laid across Peter’s shoulders. “Now I want you to lay still and let me make you feel good. Can you do that for me?” he whispered into Peter’s ear, removing Peter’s glasses and placing them on the nightstand.
Peter nodded eagerly and his body went slack in submission. Jamie groaned at how easily Peter had complied. Though the real test would be once Jamie actually started. Jamie lifted himself and sat straddling Peter’s thighs. He ran his fingers over Peter’s back, smiling at the way that Peter’s body shuddered with every touch. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, I could just look at you forever.” As Jamie’s fingers got closer to Peter’s ass, Jamie could see how Peter wanted to move his hips and demand more from Jamie, but the movements were only slight, so Jamie would forgive that.
When Jamie’s patience had finally run out, he scooted lower down the bed and nudged Peter’s legs open. Jamie settled between Peter’s thighs and he laid down on his front. With both hands, he spread Peter’s cheeks and without any preamble, buried his face in Peter’s ass, licking and sucking at his hole. Peter cried out and before he could even try any kind of movement, Jamie weaved his hands under Peter’s hips, holding Peter tight against him, giving Peter no option but to take everything that Jamie was giving him. As Jamie ate Peter out like a starved man, Peter reached out only able to grip tightly onto the pillow. He tried to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his screams, but that wouldn’t do.
Jamie lifted away from Peter and grabbed for the pillow, tossing it across the room. “I wanna hear you, baby,” he growled, dragging his cock over Peter’s wet, sensitive hole, making Peter moan loudly “That’s it.”
Moving back in between Peter’s legs, Jamie lifted Peter so that he was on his knees before he dove in again. He licked and sucked at Peter’s hole, loosening the muscle as much as he could so that he could get his tongue inside. Jamie could feel Peter’s walls fluttering around his tongue and could hear Peter’s pleas and knew that Peter was close. Instead of pulling back, Jamie went in harder, reaching around to wrap his hand around Peter’s neglected cock. It only took a couple of strokes before Peter cried out and came all over the bedspread beneath them.
Jamie guided Peter’s boneless body onto his back, away from the wet patch, and leaned over Peter for a sweet kiss. They stayed like that until Peter truly returned the kiss, wrapping himself around Jamie, his own faculties returning. Jamie broke the kiss and reached for the bottle of lube and a condom from the drawer in his nightstand. He left the condom on the bed beside them as he slicked up his fingers. As he pressed the first finger inside Peter, Jamie couldn’t decide what he wanted to watch more, Peter’s reactions or the sight of his fingers in the tight, wet heat. Jamie was about ready to burst after everything and quickly worked up to three fingers before Peter was hard again and begging for more.
Pulling his fingers out, Jamie quickly rolled the condom on and added a little more lube before he lined himself up and slid in. As he had previously decided, Jamie watched Peter’s face, the way his mouth hung open, how his eyes widened as Jamie’s cock opened him up more than Jamie’s fingers had. Peter was truly beautiful, spread out for him, whining his name, and Jamie didn’t think he could get enough. Jamie knew that he wouldn’t last much longer, and after a few tentative thrusts, Peter’s words only spurred Jamie on.
“Harder, Jamie, please fuck me harder.”
Not one to deny what they both wanted, Jamie pulled back and snapped his hips forward, beginning a punishing pace. Peter arched almost uncomfortably, and Jamie wrapped his arm under Peter, holding his hips at the perfect angle to hammer at Peter’s prostate.
Jamie could tell that Peter was getting close as his shaking hand wrapped around his own cock, trying to stroke in time with Jamie's thrusts. As Peter threw his head back, barrelling into his second orgasm of the night, the clenching of his ass around Jamie's cock pushed Jamie over the edge.
Jamie almost collapsed onto Peter, but he had enough energy to lift onto his knees, pulling out of Peter slowly. He pulled off the condom, and tied it off before tossing it in the trash can. With the tissues on his nightstand, Jamie cleaned Peter up as much as he could without showering before he laid back down and pulled Peter into his arms.
They laid there in silence, listening to each others breathing, and Peter could feel himself falling asleep. He didn't know if Jamie would even want him to stay over, he didn't want to assume or embarrass himself so he gathered as much energy as he could and extricated himself from Jamie's arms.
“I should get going,” Peter said with a frown, making a move to get out of the bed.
Jamie grabbed Peter’s arm and tugged Peter back, wrapping his arms around Peter. “Stay,” he breathed. Jamie could feel Peter’s hesitance, and continued. “I don’t usually do this kind of thing, the dates, I mean.” He paused as if he was trying to find the right words. “I don’t know if I got this all wrong, but I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”
Peter’s eyes widened in shock, glimmering with the smallest amount of hope. “Really?”
Jamie grinned. “Really really. Peter, I wanna date you. I want everyone to know that I’m yours and you’re mine. I want exclusivity.” Jamie’s grin dropped a little as Jamie added, “Are… Are we on the same page?”
Peter looked at Jamie and saw a rare moment of vulnerability. Peter took a moment to see if he was gonna wake up any second from this dream, but Jamie’s fingers trailing up his naked back reminded him that this was very real, and Jamie was waiting for a response.
“Do I get to call you my boyfriend?” Peter asked softly.
Jamie smiled wide and brushed his fingers through Peter’s hair. “You can call me anything you want, Doll.”
Peter laughed at the memory of their first conversation and how it had almost repeated itself before he pressed his lips to Jamie’s. Their kiss quickly grew hungrier and they probably would have gotten to round two if there hadn’t been a knock at the door.
“Are you decent?” Before they could answer, the lock clicked and Tony strode in as though he owned the place. “Wonderful, good. Frosty, I need your sign off on… WOAH!” Tony finally looked up from his tablet and was obviously shocked to see that Peter was still there. “Sorry, I didn’t think you still had company. Hi, Peter, how are you doing, he treat you right?” Tony asked with a wink.
Peter hid his face in Jamie’s chest. “Hi Mr. Stark,” he replied, his voice muffled.
“Tony, can you please come back later, you’re embarrassing my boyfriend,” Jamie admonished.
“Boyfriend, huh? That’s a development,” Tony nodded.
The ceiling hatch suddenly opened and Clint dropped from the hole, landing in a heap in front of the bed. “Ow fuck, that one hurt,” Clint groaned. “Did I hear that Bucky Bear is off the market? Congratulations, man!” Clint lifted a fist up for a fist bump, which Jamie went to give with a smile but Clint pulled his hand back. “Oh, no, that’s not for you, it’s for the cute little one hiding in your arms,” Clint pointed out before holding up his fist once more.
Peter lifted his head and turned toward Clint, who gave him an encouraging smile. Peter bumped his fist against Clint’s before Jamie pulled him back to the position that he had been in before.
“You do realize that Nat is gonna hear about this,” Jamie offered, looking at Clint.
Clint froze. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I promised I would look after her baby, and I don’t think she will be impressed with the fact that you’ve seen her baby in such a state of undress,” Jamie smirked.
Clint gulped. “You wouldn’t-”
It was Peter who spoke before Jamie could continue. “She finds out everything, you know that,” he grinned.
“Fuck!” Clint tried to scramble up, ignoring his injuries, just as the door opened and Steve rushed in. “Shit, Buck, I’m sorry, let me…” Instead of finishing his sentence, he grabbed Clint by the scruff of his shirt and Tony by the arm and dragged them from the room. “It was nice to meet you, Peter, I’m sorry about them.” With that, Steve closed the door.
Peter groaned into Jamie’s chest, which was shaking with laughter. “Are they always like that?” he asked.
“Oh yeah, I’m sorry about that. We probably should have gone back to your place for a little more privacy.”
Peter nodded in agreement. “Probably. Class is gonna be so embarrassing on Monday. I don’t think I’ll be able to look Mr. Stark in the eye again.”
Jamie simply laughed and pressed his lips to Peter’s. “Forget about them, how about you let your boyfriend distract you?” Jamie winked before diving under the covers and pressing his lips to Peter’s stomach.