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The roar of the crowd reverberated around Tony’s chest as he came off stage. His adrenaline was still up, definitely going to be a party night, and he shook his head to make his sweat go flying. A few of the crew shouted at him, but Tony just grinned. God, he loved his fucking job. The rest of his band came pouring off the stage behind him, draped over each other, and swept him up into their chaos. Nat escaped first, half heartedly complaining about sweaty armpits, followed by Bucky.
Peter was still next to him, his hand resting on Tony’s bare lower back. The touch made him feel tingly and cold all over, despite being so hot and sweaty. Their tryst was certainly ill-advised. Hooking up with your bandmates was never a good idea, that’s how Tony’s first band had broken up (though it hadn’t been him doing the hooking up), and he had sworn he wouldn’t make the same mistakes. But then Peter had come along.
It had been two days of him, Nat, and Bucky hearing auditions for a singer, and none of them felt they had found the one yet, when a tiny guy in a classic Star Wars shirt and beat up Converse walked in. The voice that had come out of him was exactly what they had been looking for and it only took one look between the three of them to welcome him to the band on the spot.
The back hallways of the club they were playing in were dim as they group made their way back to their greenroom, or what the club owner called a greenroom, anyway. It was small and cramped and smelled slightly of mildew. Their bags had exploded over the two stained leather couches, and the small table set up for a vanity had Nat’s make up spread across it. Tony collapsed onto one of the sofas with a whoop.
"Party tonight!" He yelled.
The couple of crew members who weren’t out on the stage breaking down their set whooped along with Bucky and Nat. Tony called them crew members, but they were really just their friends who were willing to drive around all summer in a barely air-conditioned commuter van and help out in exchange for beer, pizza, and willing bed partners in each city. Of course they were down to party.
Once all the instruments and gear were loaded up into the trailer, everyone piled into the van, with Rhodey at the helm. His shouts of "Seatbelts!" were met with boos and he eventually sighed in defeat and pulled out of the alley. Their motel was a few miles down the road, and after checking to make sure the all the locks on the equipment trailer were secured, the rowdy group followed Rhodey (who had gone to get the keys) up the stairs to the their second story rooms.
Clint dumped his bag and then grabbed Nat and Bucky to go on a beer run while Peter phoned in their pizza order. They had gotten lucky enough to get a motel that had connecting rooms, and propped open the door between the two. It had cost a little more, but what good was having a massive inheritance from his no good father if he couldn’t spend it on his dream of being a rockstar?
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A couple hours later, Tony was drunk, a little high, and had a stomach full of pepperoni pizza. A few of the girls from the club had joined them, much to the delight of Clint and Thor, who each had a girl in their laps. Tony took another hit from the joint that had been passed to him, handed it off to Rhodey, and then clumsily got to his feet, using the bed for leverage.
He stumbled to the bathroom, needing to piss, and found Peter leaning against the wall just outside of the bathroom. The boy looked good there, a can of beer in one hand, and his other in his pocket.
"Hey," Tony greeted.
"Hi," Peter smirked.
"God, I wanna suck your dick so bad." He blurted.
"Yeah?" Peter down the rest of his beer, and then reached for Tony. "C’mon."
In what felt like a blink of an eye, Tony was on his knees, Peter’s smooth cock in his hand. He jerked him a few times before sinking his mouth down around that perfect dick. Above him, Peter moaned loudly, eliciting a chorus of yells and whoops from the main room. Tony glanced up in time to watch as a flush spread down Peter’s cheeks and neck, disappearing under the collar of his t-shirt. He pulled off of Peter’s cock with a gasp.
"You’re such a slut, Pete," He murmured. "You know how to be quiet, I know you do, so you want them to know you’re in here getting your dick sucked, don’t you?"
"Fuck," Peter hissed. He threaded his fingers through Tony’s hair. "Yes, yes I want them to know!"
"Such a slut," Tony leaned forward and swallowed Peter down again.
It was sloppy and uncoordinated, thanks to the alcohol and weed in his system, but Peter didn’t seem to mind, too busy guiding Tony’s head by his hair and moaning for all to hear. It was just as melodic as his voice crooning into the mic night after night; it was one of Tony’s favorite sounds.
The urge to pee was getting stronger, he had totally forgotten that was why he had gotten up in the first place, so Tony doubled his efforts. Peter groaned and pushed his hips forward, upper back pressed into the grimy wall, as cursed began to fall from his lips. Tony swallowed around the cock head teasing the back of his tongue and Peter gave one last shout before shooting his load down Tony’s throat.
Pulling off of Peter’s cock, Tony wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before stumbling back to his feet. Peter caught him, helping him to gain his balance before doing up his zipper. They grinned like idiots at each other before a loud bang from the main room made them both jump.
Tony leaned in for a kiss. When he pulled back they just stared at one another for a minute before the moment was ruined by Tony announcing that he had to piss. Peter rolled his eyes and swung the bathroom door open to a wave of cheers from their friends.