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Peter stared down at his glass. Bourbon, apparently top of the line. Everything was top of the line with Tony, though.
The others were asleep. When Tony offered him a glass, he couldn’t think of a real reason to say no. He was on his third glass and the effects were starting to get to him.
Tony was sitting right next to him, arm behind the couch, looking at him directly. He hoped Tony would think his blush was from the alcohol.
That’s when he started to have some regrets. What if the bourbon made him admit his crush? That would ruin everything. He was sixteen, Tony was in his mid forties. Plus, he’s just getting out of his relationship with Pepper. Straight and too old for him.
Besides, his little crush did help him a bit. It gave him more motivation to continue training, to keep up in school, it generally made him better. Of course, he did this all for Tony’s praise and approval, but it was a net positive. Aunt May was proud, the college counselors said he could go almost anywhere he wanted if he applied, and then of course, Tony was proud of him. It took a bit for Tony to admit, within the past month he has expressed this feeling more and more freely.
Case and point, the conversation he was currently having.
“God, I honestly can’t believe you let me give you a drink. You seem so… high strung. So much better than how I was when I was your age,” Tony chuckled out. He was right, Peter wouldn’t have drunk if Tony didn’t ask him to.
“Well, you offered, so it can’t be that bad of an idea, right?” Peter replied as he took another sip. He didn’t really like how it felt, like he wasn’t in control of his own body and thoughts. Everyone drank though, and he’d feel better in the morning. Even if he would be drunk forever, Tony seemed happy. That’s all that mattered.
“Please don't keep that logic,” Tony laughed at himself in a self-deprecating way. He did that often. “Do as I say, not as I do, and all that.”
Peter hummed in response, drinking the rest of it. He set his glass down and leaned back into the couch. He felt himself becoming less and less cognizant.
They were silent for a bit. Not exactly awkward, but something was in the air. Until Tony broke the tension.
“You ever had a girlfriend, Pete?” He asked casually. It would be perfectly innocent, it probably was, but he’s never asked anything like that before. “Or a boyfriend, I don’t judge.”
“Yeah, um, I dated a girl for about a year. I’m not with anyone right now though,” he answered truthfully. Based on Tony’s reaction, he most likely wasn’t expecting that.
“So you’ve had sex then, right?” He asked this almost as casually as the question before, which somehow made it stranger for Peter. He paused for a second, thinking of a response.
There were a few things he could’ve said. Yes (technically true), no (technically false), just hand or mouth stuff (technically false, but seems more true). He decided to go with the long and actual answer. Blame the bourbon.
“Yeah, but uh, we stopped mid way through ‘cus I kept going soft,” he tried to say as casually as Tony had been, but he failed, letting it come out as an embarrassed mumble.
Tony was even more surprised at that. Of course he would be, it sounds like Peter has erectile dysfunction at 16. Peter knew he was sexually difficult. He had never been able to come from masturbation, and any other sexual act was no different. He’d been trying for years, but just couldn’t do it.
“That’s… interesting. Were you just… not into her?” Tony asked genuinely.
“I um… I dunno… I’ve never been able to uh… I’ve never come before…” Peter mumbled out again. What was he saying? Why was he admitting this??
Tony, again, looked shocked, but quickly something else started to make its way on his face. An expression he’d never seen Tony make before.
“Do you think someone with more… experience could change that?”
Peter froze. There was no other way to interpret that statement. Tony’s leg was against his, looking at him with those suggestive eyes. He was offering.
“…what?” Peter responded dumbly. He knew exactly what Tony was saying.
Tony put his hand on Peter’s thigh, high up on it, getting even closer to him.
“See, I’m pretty experienced, if I do say so myself. And you’re sixteen, Pete. Sixteen and you’ve never come. I can’t in my right mind let you keep living like this.”
He smelled the alcohol in Tony’s breath, he was so close. He squirmed a bit, who wouldn’t, but he felt himself getting hard too. Tony was offering to have sex with him. Tony Stark was up against him, almost touching his dick, wanting to make him come.
He should’ve refused. Kept things how they were, their relationship as it should be, but of course he didn’t. He let his heart and his dick and the drink answer for him.
“If you’re really sure…” he replied timidly. Tony took that in stride, letting go of his thigh to grab onto Peter’s face, pulling him in for a kiss.
Peter was a bit tense at first. He wasn’t expecting this, any of this. He hadn’t made out with anyone since the time he had unsuccessful sex, so he didn’t know what to do at all. Tony could obviously tell.
“Relax, kid. Just let me take the lead, alright?” Tony said in a sultry voice before going back in.
Peter was still tense, but he tried to relax and just let Tony do what he wanted. It came easy to him, as he was used to being that way for Tony.
As Tony explored his mouth, he felt himself getting harder. Peter whined against him unintentionally, and tensed up again when he realized what he did. Tony pulled off of him again and laughed.
“You’re so cute, Pete. Can’t even handle this. Don’t pretend you don’t want this either. I can see the way you look at me, I’m not stupid. Your porn history is insane too, do you only watch my leaked sex tapes?” He asked rhetorically, teasingly. Peter lowered his head in embarrassment.
“Aw, don’t look like that,” he pulled Peter’s face up by his chin, looking him dead in the eye. “It’s sweet, knowing how much you want me. Prettiest little thing, all for me. You can’t even deflower yourself, I have to do that for you too.”
There had to be something else in that drink to make Peter as hard as he was. Though it was more likely to just be Tony. Even if he was one of the non-enhanced Avengers, he had to be some sort of magic to cause Peter’s reaction.
“Don’t say deflower, makes it sound weird,” Peter tried to jest back at him a bit, but it was sort of pathetic, his words slurring slightly.
“Maybe, but I’m a weird guy,” he said as his hand moved from Peter’s chin to his crotch, cupping his erection through his jeans. “You don’t seem too put off, though.”
Peter probably should have been put off, but he couldn’t help himself from squirming again, his body searching for friction wherever it could find it. His face was red, his pupils blown, sitting there, still. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
“Hmm,” Tony hummed as he rubbed Peter’s clothed dick. “See, I could just do this. Give you a handjob, maybe a bowie, but you wouldn’t be opposed to letting me be a little selfish, right?” He squeezed Peter’s dick, causing him to let out a pathetic whine from the back of his throat. He nodded, he didn’t even care what Tony wanted. Hell, he’d let Tony rip Peter’s arm off if he asked nicely.
Peter was confused when Tony took his hand off Peter’s dick, but he had the same expression. Sadly though, he felt himself getting softer every second Tony was away. It paused fading though when he saw Tony shifting through some drawer under the coffee table, he didn’t even notice it was a drawer. Most likely designed that way. When he saw an unopened bottle of lube come up though, it made sense why Tony had a hidden drawer.
Peter did want it. He could’ve sworn on his life, but even so, his mouth went a bit dry. Tony wanted to fuck him. Right there, on the couch, where just an hour ago he was laughing with the rest of the team.
He tried to put that thought in the back of his mind. He was about to be fucked by the man he’d been obsessively crushing over for the past year. The technicalities didn’t matter, he’d been dreaming about this. Plus, if Tony was really the sex god he claimed himself to be, he would finally orgasm.
“You mind taking your pants off for me, hon?” He, again, maintained that casual tone, but the snark came through thick. Though, ultimately, who was Peter to talk back?
He took his pants off. He didn’t think it was that sexy, his head rushing as he stood up, awkwardly shuffling them off along with his boxers. He sat back down as soon as he could, not wanting to seem that awkward, but of course, failing. It was hard not to. He still had his shirt on, his socks were on too, it was a strange state of dress that he did not care for. Surprisingly, his erection did not waver. It stayed up, sticking straight into the air. He glanced over at Tony. He had his own erection in his designer jeans, looking at Peter like he wanted to eat him. Peter had to admit, it felt good to be looked at like that.
“Shit, alright, you mind getting on your hands and knees? I wanna see you,” Tony asked, losing the casualty. He had some gruff in his voice now, way more than before.
Peter, like always, did what Tony asked. He was embarrassed beyond belief, but he got on his hands and knees, practically presenting himself.
He gasped a bit when he felt Tony’s hands on his ass, spreading him open, groping him.
“So cute. Every part of you, just so cute. I just can’t believe I held back for this long,” he mused, squirting some of the lube on his fingers.
Peter inhaled sharply when he felt said fingers against his hole, teasing it, tracing the rim. He could feel Tony’s gaze. He felt so exposed, vulnerable, but still hard. Maybe this would work.
He was snapped out of that thought when he felt a finger enter him. He groaned, letting himself fall to his elbows, burying his face in the arm rest on the side of the couch. He heard Tony laughing a little, but he stopped caring. His ass was in the air, Tony knew he saw the sex tapes, it’s not like he had anything else to hide.
He was confused when he felt the finger sliding out of him for a second, then it reentered with another. Tony was being more aggressive now, really trying to open him up. Once Tony found Peter’s prostate though, he was done for. Groaning into the couch, his legs shaking a bit, and pre starting to leak.
Pre was leaking. That’s the closest he ever got to coming. He’d jerk off for about half an hour to reach this point usually, but Tony had him there in less than half of that time.
He whined in complaint when Tony pulled his fingers out. His hole puckered around nothing. He’s never felt so empty before.
“Hold on, kid. We’re just getting to the main event,” Tony said, trying to be funny, but Peter was too far gone. He whined again, lifting his head up and turning around to see Tony lubing his dick up and giving it a few pumps. He felt a little dizzy at the sight, which could’ve been the bourbon, but he chose to believe that it was because of how horny he was. He planted his face in the cushion again, bracing for impact.
He inhaled sharply when the blunt head pressed against his hole. This was really happening. He didn’t even know what sound he made once Tony actually started to enter him, stretching him in a way Peter didn’t know he could be.
Peter heard Tony groan from behind him once he bottomed out. Peter was groaning himself, feeling so much fuller than he ever thought he could be. The stretch burned a bit, but only for a second. He quickly found himself needing more, bouncing ever so slightly, nonverbally telling Tony to move.
Tony did not hesitate. He gripped on Peter’s hips and started to fuck him. Really fuck him. He didn’t start slow, his pace instantly brutal. After a few thrusts he found Peter’s prostate, marked by the ungodly whimper Peter let out when it was touched. After that, Tony dedicated himself to nailing it dead-on with every thrust, leaving Peter a moaning mess.
He knew he was leaking. He felt it drip from the tip of his dick. He knew he would come. What he didn’t expect was Tony’s hand coming down and wrapping itself around Peter’s dick.
He almost choked on his own air. More precome dribbled out. After about a minute, an unfamiliar sensation filled his lower belly. This was it.
He bit into the couch when he came, shooting thick ropes across the couch. Tony continued fucking him through it, even as Peter was seeing white. He didn’t even feel Tony come inside of him.
Peter still felt like a puddle when Tony pulled out, letting himself collapse on top of his own mess. It took about a minute before he could speak again.
“Is that how it always feels?”
“Only when you’re with me,” Tony said, rubbing Peter’s back. “Let’s get you to bed, huh? Don’t want the rest of the team finding you like this in the morning, do you?”
Peter groaned. He didn’t want to get up, but he had to. Tony helped him up, walking him back to Tony’s room. He asked FRIDAY for someone to clean the couch on the way back, which Peter only vaguely was conscious enough to understand.
He almost instantly fell asleep when Tony set him down in his bed, crawling up next to Peter.
Maybe the drinks really were a good idea.