#silverspider

"ok i think i fixed it," theo said with his breath caught. he was soaked wet from head to toe, the tank top he was wearing felt like a second skin, his sweatpants completely stuck to his skin nearly becoming transparent all over his waist and dow nto his knees, his hair was stuck to his scalp and his skin glistening.

"Listen, I have freetime, no person to watch over, or being watched over by in the vicinity. So I am going to enjoy myself," Theo warned with a shrug as he left the towel, tired of simply bathing in the sun, not without leaving a light soft kiss on the other's cheek.

“What if dad catches us? He’s probably awake”, Peter said as he bit down on his pillow. But there was no way of Tony catching them, he was in the lab, it was one of those times where he spontaneously would stay in the lab for hours, so they had nothing to worry about

“We have the blanket over us. Besides, if he asks, we’re just cuddling. Don’t you love your older brother’s cuddles Peter?”, Pietro bucked his hips into Peter, the younger boy crying out in pleasure, “Yes”, he said weekly. “That’s it, my good little Peter”

The two brothers stayed in bed for a few more hours, their dad none the wiser upstairs in his lab. Not having a single clue that his eldest son was taking his youngest son’s virginity. With the two boys tangled up next to each other, hearing each other moan, exchanging kisses, and experiencing powerful orgasms

Peter was facing Pietro his perky bubble butt leaking with his brother’s cum, “I love you Pietro”

now on ao3!! chapter 3 is also in the works :3c

read the current 2 chapters here!!!

wow, it took so long for me to write xD

another 1k words of teasing between Peter and Pietro! and Bucky shows up at the end ;3c

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Pietro, frustratingly, followed through on his promise. He wouldn't do anything until Peter proved he could be a good boy and listen to the doctors about what to do, and what not to do, while he healed.

Peter was restless and frustrated and fidgeted often, but he tried his best to stay seated with his arms down. Pietro was a decent enough distraction with video games, puzzles, simple crafts that didn't involve much reaching. And still, Peter complained. He pouted, moped, hid under blankets like he could hide away from the world somehow. 

A week passed and Bruce finally took Peter's post-surgery binder with an encouraging smile.

"You're making good progress, Peter. Just a few more weeks of minimum movement, then we can start introducing light exercises again."

It was meant to sound exciting, encouraging, like the light at the end of the tunnel was visible. But Peter just groaned and flopped back against the hospital bed he was assigned to whenever Bruce checked him over.

"Even superheroes need to have patience," the scientist warned. "I don't want to patch you back up and extend your healing time because you got overzealous."

Peter was grumpy again after the checkup, though he was relieved to not have the binder on anymore. He barely got settled on the couch before Pietro was suddenly there again, flopping down onto Peter's lap and grinning up at him. 

"Congratulations. You can go around shirtless now, just like me."

There was a tone in Pietro's voice that suggested he was teasing more than complimenting. Peter narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

"Why? So you can tease me even more? I haven't forgiven you for leaving me hanging last week," Peter huffed.

Pietro just laughed in reply and shook his head. He seemed perfectly comfortable to be stretched out across Peter's lap, effectively keeping the younger man pinned in place. Because while Pietro was more known for his speed, he did have some enhanced strength too. It was necessary to allow his body to move so quickly. Peter was still stronger, but the scuffle between them to get free would cause more damage than it was worth.

Resigned to his fate, Peter slumped back against the couch with a sigh. He was bored of waiting around. With all the teasing and hints from Pietro, he was starting to idly daydream about bedding his friend. That certainly didn't help his patience. 

Nor did Pietro squirming around on his lap. 

"Would you stop moving so much?"

Pietro paused just for a moment before shifting to sit up, straddling Peter's lap as he leaned in close. They were barely an inch apart, breath ghosting over the other's mouth, and Peter was suddenly much more attentive. 

"Why? Is it bothering you? Is it getting you excited?" Pietro asked softly with a teasing smirk, yet again.

Peter's blush and increased breathing gave him away more than any verbal answer could. Pietro's smirk grew before he leaned in for a kiss, brief and soft and far too quick for Peter's liking.

"Remember. You can't raise your arms," Pietro murmured before he leaned in again.

Peter wrapped his arms around Pietro's waist instead, squeezing him close as his hands dug into the older boy's bare back. Curse his constant shirtlessness.

Pietro reached up, one arm wrapped around Peter's shoulders and his other hand tingling in Peter's hair. He gripped tight enough to make Peter moan into the kiss and roll his hips up, trying to find something to grind against. It really didn't take much to make the poor boy all flustered and excited

But Pietro was playing mean. He shifted to press down on Peter in just a way that kept his hips pinned against the couch without offering much in the way of friction. Peter groaned in frustration, head falling back as he panted for breath. Pietro watched with a grin, pleased to know that he had his friend so wound up already.

"It really doesn't take much, hm?" Pietro slid his hands down from Peter's hair to wrap loosely around his neck, more holding than pressing or trying to choke.

Peter whined as his eyes fluttered closed again, head tilting back with more purpose as he exposed his neck. Pietro licked his lips at the offer and immediately dove in, biting and sucking and kissing along Peter's soft pale skin. He left a string of marks along the boy's neck, red and fading to purple. Peter just moaned and whimpered through it, fingers digging into Pietro's hips as he tried to keep from grabbing at anything else.

Time was meaningless to Peter. All he could think about was Pietro's mouth and hands, his warm weight pinning him down into the couch. His neck tingled in the best way and he could feel cool air brush past his flushed skin every now and then. It sent shivers down his spine and he almost thought he could come just like that.

"Well, I see you've found someone to take care of you while I'm gone."

Peter gasped and opened his eyes quickly even though Pietro didn't move or stop. The blonde kept up his work as Peter watched Bucky walk over with heated eyes. The older man seemed very interested in what was happening.

Without any warning, Bucky grabbed Pietro's hair and yanked his head back. The boy moaned loudly, making Peter shudder at the sound. 

"You like playing with him?" Bucky asked, other arm wrapped around Pietro's middle.

"Y-yes. I do," Pietro stuttered out, eyes already turning a little glassy from the rough handling. 

Peter had never seen Pietro look so submissive before. He was always the one on top, taking control of whatever they did together. But one question from Bucky, one tug of his hair, and Pietro was putty in his hands.

"You feelin' up to sharing?" Bucky's eyes flicked between Peter and Pietro, and Peter felt a flare of heat in his lower belly.

"As long as Peter is." Pietro blinked and his eyes were clearer. He was friends with Peter, and friends didn't instigate situations where the other might feel uncomfortable. 

"Good boy." Bucky leaned down and pressed his own kiss to Pietro's slack mouth, who moaned loudly as he tried to return it.

Maybe Peter was a little uncomfortable. But only because he was still clothed and so unbearably turned on that he felt he might combust if he didn't get any proper action soon.

This was going to be interesting. 

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