just to feel the warmth and voltage of your skin

It takes a while for him to notice that sometimes after Tony came to spent time with him in his apartment there’s things crossed off he didn’t do

Tony’s done his dishes, payed his bills, done his washing, folded his clothes etc.

Peter: *Sighs*

Peter: Do you ever just wish you were Mr Stark’s good little girl?

Ned:

MJ:

michael kept moving his hand up and down, but brought his head out from dennis’s neck. “it’s fine, jack can clock in for you.”

dennis panted and squirmed, always so sensitive. he woke up to robby jerking him off after his alarm didn’t sound. stupid apple.

“how-oh shit!” dennis couldn’t think straight when robby picked up the pace. he was leaking enough to where it was all wet and slick. “how-how will jack know to do that?”

dennis didn’t want to get written up for going past the seven minute grace period. that’s what he was whining at, surely. not the overwhelming sensation of robby’s big hand on him.

“i’ll call him.” robby let go to roll over and reach for his phone. dennis took the opportunity to catch his breath. he clicked on abbot’s contact and dennis could hear the phone trilling. “hey, brother, how’s it going?”

then robby did something evil, he put his hand back on dennis while abbot answered.

dennis shoved a hand over his mouth to contain his noises while robby listened to jack describe his night. dennis whispered, “stop, oh my god,” through his fingers, hoping the microphone didn’t pick it up.

“yeah, i was wondering if you could do me a favor…” robby squeezed dennis’s dick a little and he gasped through his nose.

a tinny voice was heard saying, “depends.”

“just light time theft,” robby joked and then pressed a silent kiss to dennis jaw. “im gonna be like thirty,” he looked at dennis who was humping into his hand, “honestly, probably just fifteen minutes late. could you clock in the kid for me to. don’t ask.”

jack chuckled, “i don’t think i wanna know anyway.”

dennis writhed at the diminutive tones. he couldn’t believe this was doing it for him. well, he could, but this was crazy.

robby kept his punishing pace, looking dennis in the eyes while he asked his friend, “ you coming over for the game tonight?”

“wouldn’t miss it,” jack replied. dennis started hitting robby’s arm, urging him to hang up. he was close. “focus on the task at hand though. see you soon.”

“yup, see ya.” he threw the phone down on the covers. “such a good boy, letting me talk on the phone like that.”

dennis huffed out, “you’re evil.”

“you’re close. cum.” and dennis did. it was like all those desperate noises he was holding back came out. oh my god’s and oh oh oh’s and even daddy, all drawn out and wet sounding. robby checked the time as he licked his hand. “only 6:38. if we get dressed quick, we might be on time.”

then, the phone that robby kept on max volume all the time had a faint voice come from it, “do i get a turn during halftime? or are you both just teases?”

He never thought about it and it’s not like he has a moment and is suddenly in love with him or like he suddenly can’t live without him anymore

But he is intrigued

So he decides to got to Peter and just start the conversation with “so a lot of people are shipping us… wanna try and see if they’re onto something?”

So they bathe and dress him, and peter is shaking like a leaf, and they guide him to the prince's chambers and tony is at his writing desk and looks up, spooked, like he hadn't thought Peter would actually be brought to him. Peter doesn't look at him, even as the guards leave, and he clutches his robe around himself until Tony stands up and peter has to think about Tony doing it for him. And he shoves the robe down like ripping the bandage. And it's just as quiet as it had been at dinner.

tony tells Peter to sleep in the bed as he has work to finish. peter doesn't sleep, but he pretends, and tony doesn't sleep either, at work at his bench until the sun rises.

peter thinks, blessedly, that's the end of it, but Howard finds out that Tony didn't take peter and has peter sent in again, shaking, AGAIN, and the guards note they're required to observe and confirm.

Peter asks for a glass of water and the dude goes to get his water and a few other drinks for other friends

But then when Peter takes the first sip of his water it tastes kind of weird and bitter

He doesn’t want to be impolite so he occasionally sips from his water and continues talking with his friends

But then he starts feeling weird and woozy and when he goes to the bathroom to splash some water in his face the dude follows him and asks if everything is alright and suddenly Peter feels paranoid and sure this guy put something in his drink

So he does the only thing he can think of: text Tony

Of course he hoped Tony would come to help him but he didn’t expect him to come in barely 10 minutes later, blasting through a window in his iron man armor and immediately threatening everyone to step back from Peter

It’s even worse when it turns out that the reason for the weird taste and Peter’s feelings were that the host of the party, in an effort to seems fancy, put some mint leaves in the water and Peter was simply having a spider-mint reaction

“Hey,” Tony murmurs. “You with me, sweetheart?”

Peter hums something that might be yes. He’s twenty-three, an Avenger, technically very capable. Right now, he’s wrapped in three blankets and losing a fight with the flu.

Tony presses a mug to his lips. “Slow. It’s just tea. No nanites. Promise.”

Peter manages a weak smile and sips, then immediately leans into Tony’s side like it’s muscle memory. Tony freezes for half a second—then relaxes, arm coming around him without thinking.

“You should be in the lab,” Peter mumbles.

“I am,” Tony says. “This is advanced field research on stubborn superhumans who refuse to rest.”

Peter laughs, which turns into a cough. Tony rubs slow circles between his shoulder blades until it passes.

“Stay?” Peter asks, quiet, vulnerable in a way he rarely lets himself be.

Tony kisses his hair, careful, reverent. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Peter’s breathing evens out soon after, warm and solid against Tony’s chest. Tony stays still, watching the rise and fall, thinking—absently—that saving the world can wait a few hours.

He doesn’t want it to hurt and he doesn’t think he’d be able to handle it

Luckily he has Tony who’s always empathetic and patient with him. Even when Peter once again made him all hot and bothered only to back out at the last second

Tony’s never pressured him and always accepts every single ‘no’ immediately. He’s always careful and soft, making sure not to do anything that might ever hurt Peter

And then comes the day Peter finally dares to see this all the way through

And it’s good. It really is but there’s a second there, when Tony looses his grip and goes just a little bit too fast and causes this tiny sharp pain to spike in Peter

Tony immediately draws back and apologizes, continuing more careful when Peter gives the go

But Peter just lies there and is suddenly completely distracted