#model!peter

There's something ironic about the two of them being muses, the inspiration behind great works of art, when they're more broken than the clay busts discarded in the back of the museum.

Or, Tony realizes it's futile to become the man the world sees him as, how ridiculous it is for Peter to try and mimic the pale figure trapped in photographs and marble sculptures. They'll be together no matter what anyway, arrogance and pride and ego just something else to love.

When Tony first lays eye on Peter, he knows he will make it big. The boy has everything: charisma, good looks, intelligence and more energy than is good for him. He will be huge in the modeling business within a matter of years and he's not willing to let anyone else take the fame for discovering him.

What Tony doesn't know is that Peter is the cockiest thing in existence and doesn't even know what the word shame means, which quickly turns the whole situation upside down. Tony soon finds himself wrapped around the boy's finger and he can't do anything about it.

~*~

"I told you to stay still, Peter. This is a Glamour shoot, not Sport's Illustrated!"

"Oh please, it's not like you wouldn't keep most of those photos for yourself anyway."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I saw your backup drive, Tony. Why else do you think I keep giving you poses you don't ask for?"

"Kid, I told you to not touch my stuff!"

"Well, if you'd finally touch me I wouldn't have to!"

"Not gonna happen if you keep being such a brat. Now get your ass where I told you to put it or I'll find someone else to replace you."

"As if you'd ever let me go."

I forgot the ship name, just whoosh, gone.