#starkerfic

Hey! I loved that prompt thank you for requesting it! I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten to you before now but I’ve been swamped with uni and I felt super unmotivated to write, but I’m back now! Anyways I hope you enjoy!!

Tags: jealous!Tony, mutual pining, misunderstandings, required unrequited love

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Frankly, this was not Tony’s morning. He hadn’t slept in over 40 hours and to make matters worse he had just run out of coffee and forgot to tell Friday to order more. But none of that could explain the bile rising up in his throat or the jealousy coursing through his veins.

The scene unfolding in front of him did though. Stupid Steve’s giggling again, unmanly as it is. His muscles shake and tears stream from his closed eyes. He has a hand plastered on Peter’s shoulder. Tony has to hold his breath, pursing his lips as he watches them from the corner of the room.

He knows what has happened. Peter probably told some joke that honestly wasn’t worth doubling over and bursting into harsh cackles of laughter, but Steve just had to go the extra mile to get Peter’s attention. Tony had been observing things escalate for a while, and the more he noticed, the more it upset him. It started out as most things did, he guessed. Flirty comments, lingering touches, more eye contact than strictly necessary.

It doesn’t matter anyway. Tony won’t have to be here for much longer. Next week he’s off to Hawaii by himself. The brochure looked really good and he couldn’t wait to relax, gather his thoughts and get over this idiotic crush.

It hurt to look, but he couldn’t not look either. He notices Steve telling Peter some lame story about a mission gone wrong. The kid’s face actually lights up brighter than a toothpaste commercial. He has that soft, adoring look on his face that makes Tony want to hurl.

Tony decides to torture himself some more and actually joins them in the living room. Steve whooshes past him as if it’s his house instead of Tony’s and perches himself on Tony’s favorite couch, signaling for Peter to come over. When he does, Steve wraps himself around him closer than food wrap, just as transparent. They’re whispering as if they’re sharing secrets. This time Peter’s the one giggling like he’s three and a half years old.

Tony can’t say anything about it. It would put their friendship at risk, and that’s something he won’t do. Friends like Peter don’t come along too often. Knowing that still doesn’t stop the want to raise his voice with jealous spite and demand Peter to explain why Steve makes him smile like that when it should be Tony.

But, it’s not the kid’s fault. Tony had no claim on Peter. They weren’t anything beyond close friends and Peter could flirt with whomever he wanted. Maybe he had a chance years ago when the hero-worship and excessive admiration still lingered, but he fucked that up too. Peter knew the real him now, flaws and all. Tony’s well aware he pulls with one hand just to push away with the other. He knows he’s doing it right now too, but he still doesn’t stop. He feels like he’s cursed. When he loves it’s too strong, like some God turned his emotion dials up way too far. No one really understands that Tony can only give mixed messages in order to disguise his love, protect his feelings.

He didn’t say anything but his eyes were like daggers stabbing Steve over and over again. He always had to have what Tony wanted too, huh? Tony felt the frustration bubbling up in his chest.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fist too hard. His teeth gritted from the effort to remain silent, hunched form exuding an animosity that was like acid- burning, slicing, potent. “Something wrong, Stark?” When Steve spoke, Tony mentally snapped, face red with suppressed rage. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, Rogers? You really love to rub it in, don’t you?” He made the mistake of letting all the frustration build until it inevitably snapped. He knew that he shouldn’t have let it escalate to that point, but logic wasn’t on his side right now. He couldn’t think this through.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Steve raised his brow questionably. Tony felt the hammering of his heart, its very great attempt to escape his chest. Nothing but hurt and fury ran through his mind right now, “Are you acting stupid or do you actually have a brain the size of a pickled walnut?”

He heard the youngest of them three gasp, almost scandalously. “TONY! You can’t say stuff like that! What’s gotten into you!?” He had the nerve to sound disappointed and angry at the same time. Those feelings quickly ebbed away, however, when he really looked at Tony, and more specifically at his eyes. Which seemed to hold a great deal of pain and had dark bags under them. Peter wondered when he was last able to get some sleep and not just a 45 minute powernap between his lab projects. He paused and sighed. “Are you okay?” The concern and sincerity was clear in his voice. It made Tony want to confess everything and run away at the same time. He let out a shaky breath. “No... I’m not.” He cast his gaze onto the ground and his eyes darkened. He glanced back up at Peter. “Why?” His voice sounded more pained than anything. Steve saw this as the perfect time to excuse himself, fully well aware of how much Tony hated being vulnerable in front of others.

“Why what?” Peter asked softly, following Tony’s gaze that was plastered on Steve walking out. “You mean Steve? Why do you have a problem with him?” Tony chuckled darkly and shook his head, choosing to answer with a question of his own. “How long have you two been dating?” Peter eyed him weirdly, confusion evident on his face. “Dating? We’re not... what do you mean?” Now it was Tony’s turn to look puzzled. “What’s all that giggling and whispering about then? I can’t walk in a room without seeing you two joined at the hip!”

Peter laughed, almost hysterically. “Omg this is golden. This is so good. We’re literally plotting, trying to come up with a plan, to get him and Bucky together! There’s absolutely nothing going on between him and I.” Tony couldn’t help the relaxing of his muscles and the breath of relief that escaped his mouth at those words. “Why do you care? Wait... were you jealous?” Peter leaned in closer, smirking. “So what if I was?” Tony would not back down so easily. “Well I’d say you’re a bit of hypocrite to be honest. One moment I’m important, next minute I’m background at best. What’s making my head spin are the transitions. Stop giving me mixed signals, Tony! Don’t be a coward, tell me how you feel.”

Tony didn’t hesitate this time. He closed the distance between them, kissing Peter short and sweet. “I love you,” he tells him, “I love you. Come to Hawaii with me? How’s that for a signal?”

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Hello! Yes I am taking short prompts, thank you so much for sending me one! I hope this isn’t completely different from what you wanted 💕 

Tagging @starkeristheendgame and @silkystark

“In case you hadn’t noticed Kid, I am not 14 anymore, and neither are you. We are not playing fucking truth or dare.” Tony said, running a hand over his face, this not being the pillow talk he was expecting. Peter was still tightly wrapped in his arms, chest to chest. It didn’t take long before Peter started talking again, it would take more than a good fuck to shut him up, practically as soon as he got his breath back it was a ‘Soooo, Tony. I have an idea.’ all dragged out in a way that tells Tony exactly how long he has been waiting to bring up said idea.  

Tony and Peter had been officially together for a few weeks, once they got over all of the bullshit that kept them apart for years beforehand. Or more specifically, Tony’s bullshit that kept him holding Peter at arms length for years. Peter helped Tony feel again, helped him accept that sometimes it doesn’t matter if you are a mess, you still deserve to be loved. It was a long road, full of tears and arguments, false threats of walking away and drunken phone calls begging them not to, but they got here, right to this moment where Peter was giving him the most adorable puppy dog eyes he had ever seen and his heart melted. 

“Oh but Mr. Stark-” 

“Tony. Jesus Kid, you just took my cock, we are most certainly on first name terms.” 

“If I ask nicely, calling you Tony, can we please play truth or dare?” Peter asked and there was that glint in his eye that Tony wished he had missed because it is was his downfall every single time. 

There was a long dragged out sigh as if Tony was fighting with some will power he didn’t have, “Fine. But it better be nice.” 

Peter sat up on his elbow so he got a better look at Tony’s face, “Please please please, Tony-” And with every please he leaned in, saying his name just as their lips brushed, “Could we please play truth or dare?” He asked in barely a whisper. 

The willpower Tony did have wasn’t armed against a pretty thing in his bed begging so nicely, he never called himself a saint. Closing the gap and hand against Peter’s hip gently pulling him closer. It took a few moment’s but he answered the question with a firm, “Dare.” Because they both knew he wasn’t scared of making a fool out of himself. 

Peter whined, looking up at him again, breathing slightly off again from the kiss but neither commented, “No, you are meant to say truth. I have some- Tony.” 

God, it was his own fault for arming him with that word, the whine of his name from Peter’s lips made him utterly defenseless. “So truth or truth. Maybe just say it is an interview next time, Kid.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Fine. Truth.” 

Peter grinned at him, adjusting himself so he was an inch or so further back, just enough to look at Tony properly, “First question, how long have you know you love me?” He asked, confident and matter of fact. 

Tony almost choked, his eyes widening slightly as he tried to gather his thoughts. The question might not have been so alarming if they had actually admitted it to each other before. They both knew the feeling was there but saying it aloud was another thing entirely. “Wow Kid. Normally you start with a warm-up question, maybe, have you ever kissed someone before? Who do you fancy?” 

“Mr. Stark I am being serious.” Peter said quietly, cheeks tinged with the perfect shade of pink. 

“So am I, Kid. Well, if you want an honest answer… Shit. Love?” Tony asked quietly, looking off at the wall behind Peter; trying to really think, and Peter let him, resting there silently on the bed. He watched as a small smile tugged at Tony’s lips, “Right, do you remember back when you came home after college? When you- yes that night- when you called me at 3 am because no taxi would take you home in case you puked everywhere?” He asked, finally making eye contact with a currently cringing Peter. “You were sat in my car drunkenly rambling about nothing, but you were so excited about everything. I noticed it more after that, while you were sober. It never mattered what it was, you are so content and positive with life, and you’ve had some shit happen. I don’t know, listening to you talk about how pretty traffic lights are at 4 am made me realise I loved you. Hit me like a truck, kid. But I don’t know how long I have loved you.” He breathed, and suddenly the mood shifted in the room, because it was rare for Tony to bare his heart like this, and a serious answer wasn’t what Peter had been expecting at all, as Tony could probably tell from the shine in his eyes. 

“Tony…” Peter breathed, knowing pushing too much further might ruin the admission, and he thought it was perfect how it was because it was Tony. He reached up to cup his cheek, pressing a tender kiss to his welcoming lips and it felt like the most intimate thing they had ever done, including the things this bed had seen. 

Tony cleared his throat, kissing Peter once more with more a peck, pulling back, “Right, truth or dare?”

Peter was holding onto the moment, hand still stroking Tony’s cheek, looking at him with nothing more adoration in his eyes, “Dare.” He breathed without thinking. 

“Hm, can it be sexual? Because I am leaning towards some more adult games.” Tony said while wiggling his eyebrows ridiculously. 

When Tony wakes up it’s to darkness and an instant punch of unease. As he opens his eyes, his vision swims in the low light. Immediately he feels his hands tied behind his back, the pinch of wire digging into his wrists, and a gnawing ache where his knees meet the hard floor. He grunts as blood drips into his eye from a cut on his forehead, a throbbing wound that makes his teeth grit.    

The first thing he sees when his eyes finally regain focus is Quentin Beck sitting on his couch in front of him with a nude Peter Parker on his lap.

Hey! Hope you don’t mind but I took some creative liberty and made it public blowjobs. It’s my first time writing anything with smut so, hope u like it.

TW: smut, public blowjobs, accidental voyeurism?

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“Fuck,” Tony sighs, leaning in closer as he grabs Peter’s shoulders and shoves him down on the table in the executive meeting room. His stomach churns with a feeling of arousal and want. “Kid, I know we shouldn’t be doing this in here, but you just look so pretty right now.”

Their bodies are close enough for Tony to feel the heat radiating off of Peter. Tony snaps. He closes the gap between them, kissing Peter harshly. His mouth is hot and soft against his; it’s messy and rough. Just the way Peter likes it. When Peter gasps, Tony licks into his mouth, tasting him, drawing a loud moan from the back of Peter’s throat. Peter’s hands grip at Tony’s hair, pulling him in closer as his tongue pushes against Tony’s.

Tony comes up for air, gasping. Peter’s a little breathless too, pupils blown, lips parted and just the tiniest hint of beard burn on his chin. He takes great pride in the boy’s undoing. If this is the last thing Tony sees, he’s pretty sure he’ll die a happy man.

Tony dips down to kiss peter’s jaw, trailing rough kisses down his neck, scraping his lips and tongue along his throat. He sucks a bruise into the skin above his collarbone and Peter inhales sharply, shuddering. “Please, Mr. Stark, please.” Peter voice cracks over a moan and if it’s not just the hottest thing Tony has ever heard, God.

But as quickly as it started, it all comes to an end when they hear the door creaking open. 10 AM meeting. Pepper. Shit. Why didn’t he lock the door? Tony Stark is so, so, so screwed.

Luckily Peter’s quick reflexes save the day and he manages to hide under the table just in time.

“Tony?” Shit. Tony must look like a disheveled hot mess right now. “What are you doing here already? In fact, what are you doing here at all?” She questioned. “I believe you sent an email yesterday? Something about a meeting discussing the new prototype that I just had to be here for.” He responded casually, clearing his throat. “Yeah I did, but you never listen to me and now you’re not only here, you’re also early. What’s going on?” She narrowed her eyes at him.

“I’ve been such a good boy this week, Pep. I truly don’t deserve this suspicion. You want me here and then when I show up and do as I’m told you start doubting me? Make up your mind, woman.” Tony playfully rolled his eyes. Pepper looked a little guilty for distrusting him. “Alright then, the rest of the board will be here any second. Sit down while I get you some water. You look like you need it.”

Tony sat down and when Pepper had her back turned, he quickly shot Peter a warning look that said “behave or else.” However, the smug smirk that masked Peter’s face predicted nothing but mischief.

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“Mr. Stark, I’m so glad you could grace us with your presence.” One of the boardmen said. What was his name again? David? Dennis? Dumbass? It didn’t matter. He seemed a little surprised, as if he didn’t expect Tony to be here. Well, who could really blame him.

“Uhu, I’ve got places to be, people to do so can we speed this up maybe?” He responded with a wink. Pepper just looks at him, with that arch in her brow raised in a way that signifies annoyance... he got that look a lot.

He really really tries to pay attention, but when nimble fingers fumble with Tony’s belt buckle, undoing it surprisingly quickly and hands slowly start to palm the growing bulge in Tony’s pants, his mind goes blank.

Hands immediately turn to the front of Tony’s slacks, tugging at the zipper. Suddenly he feels a warm mouth at the bulge in his briefs. Tony feels his cock twitch. “Jesus,” he says on exhale and everyone turns his attention to him. He manages to recover from his slip as quickly as his hazed mind allows him; “Why are we going on and on about the hardware and software integration? Move on to the next topic, we get it.” It’s not like they weren’t used to him being snarky, it’s all Peter’s fault anyway.

Peter takes his cock out and Tony gets sidetracked by the feeling of cool air hitting his aching cock. And then, fuck, Peter leans forward and softly kisses the tip. He knows he’s doomed, that all semblance of coherent thoughts are long gone. Peter knew just how to touch him, how to pleasure him. They’ve been together long enough to know what makes the other tick, what makes them fall apart into a pleading and trembling mess. Tony puts all his effort into maintaining a stoic expression.

Peter laps at the head of Tony’s cock once it’s pressed against his lips, digging his tongue into the slit just to hear Tony’s breath hitch. Peter pulls his own cock out of his boxers, squeezing it. It’s making a mess in his lap. His mouth stretches around Tony’s cock, sinking lower slowly. His hand, still wet from his own leaking mess, wraps around the part he can’t quite reach, stroking him into his mouth. Tony’s fingers curl around the table and he’s having a really hard time keeping his breath under control and his hands to himself.

Tony couldn’t help it; he let out what seemed like a painful moan when Peter’s tongue was doing something very interesting to the underside of his cock.

Pepper actually had the decency to look worriedly at him “Tony? Are you alright? Are you sick?” He swallows “Yeah actually I think I might be coming down with something. You know what? Meeting adjourned. See you all tomorrow. There’s the door” he waved in the direction of the door. “Leave.”

“But, sir, this is very crucial. We must-“ the boardmen quickly got interrupted “Dismissed.” He gave the man a cruel state that clearly stated “I’m the boss here.”

The second everyone left, Tony yanked Peter from underneath the desk by his hair, not entirely unpainful.

“Up on all fours, slut” Tony demands as he quickly unbuttons his dress shirt, cocking bobbing in the air. He’s dizzy with need, and his lips move of their own accord “You know Daddy’s gonna have to punish you for being such a bad needy boy, right?”

TW: child abuse, forced marriage

Prince Anthony stepped off his horse at the sight of Knight Rhodes heading towards him, with a dramatic sigh none the less. “How ya doing, Rhodey? Did the old man make you come and get me?” The knight straightened his posture “As a matter of fact, he did, Prince Anthony. Your highness has asked-“ he was quickly interrupted however “tsk tsk how many times have I told you? It’s Tony or Tones when it’s just the two of us.” He gave the knight a warm smile and urged him to continue. “Tony, you must see the king immediately. He seemed pretty frustrated and said it was extremely urgent.” This was met with another sigh. “Alright then, lead the way I suppose”

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“Where have you been?” His voice was hard and cold, though that didn’t surprise him.

Tony turned away from him “Out.”

His father menaced forward and grabbed his hand so tight that he wouldn’t be surprised if it left a particularly nasty bruise “Don’t talk to me like that, boy” he sneered. Tony quickly yanked his hand from his father’s grip and rubbed his wrist. “I was out for a few hours, what’s the big deal?”

His father’s expression held nothing but pure fury “What if something happened to you, Anthony? Huh? Did you ever think about that?” That made Tony pause. Some childhood hopefulness rushed back that he believed to be long buried. “I didn’t know you cared.” King Howard scoffed “I don’t care about you, silly child. I’ve spent far too much money and time molding you into the heir of Stark for you to mess it up now.”

The Prince deflated. Of course he didn’t care, why would he? Why would now be any different and why was he still looking for his father’s approval after all these years of being let down again and again? “Well congratulations, Father. Your prize hog is in mint condition. So, you can let me go to my room now and maybe tomorrow we’ll pretend to be a happy family when the Parkers arrive.”

“So good of you to have brought that up, actually.” A cruel smile graced the older man’s face. “Clearly I summoned you here for a reason and it just so happens that the Parkers have everything to do with said reason.”

Oh, fuck, nothing good could come out of this. That smile only predicted disaster. “What are you not telling me?” He questioned suspiciously. Howard looked up, a frustrated expression on his face. “You’re aware that they have a son? He’s around your age I suppose. Perhaps a couple of years younger, cute kid really, a very pretty boy.” It was slightly concerning and disgusting to hear his father speak of the young man that way. He had never met Prince Parker, but he has heard the stories of his kindness and bravery. His father always associated with the Parkers and he was never allowed in the great hall when business was discussed anyway, so why was his father asking him questions he already knew the answers to. “And this concerns me because?” He replied, seemingly indifferent.

“You’re going to marry him.” Tony visibly paled as he tried to wrap his head around what his father just so casually said. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but no words came out for a while. His father seemed equally parts amused and exasperated at his confusion. “Father, I don’t understand. I’ve been betrothed to princess Potts since we were kids and now I’m supposed to marry a man? A prince?” He retorted a little lamely.

“Barbarians raided their kingdom early this morning. It is completely burned to the ground. I’m afraid Princess Potts has no use for us anymore. Their kingdom has fallen.” There was zero compassion in his voice though, a scary nonchalance even. “The Parkers however have an incredible army and lots of gold. They can protect us better and the alliance will be beneficial to the both of us. Your marriage will make our kingdoms one.” He explained as if his son’s life was a mere business transaction.

“Pep...” The Prince’s voice was soft and filled with concern for his friend. “How is she? How is her family?” The King scowled as he stepped closer to the Prince. “Is that care I detect, son? Do I need to beat some sense into you?” Tony flinched and took a step back. “What have I taught you, boy?”

“Stark men are made of iron.” But even iron rusts and bends, he thought. “At least you’re good at memorizing what you’re told. Might be your only redeeming quality actually.” He taunted.

“So... you’re just going to whore me out to the highest bidder? You care more about your throne than you do for your own flesh and blood? I really shouldn’t be surprised, should I?”

“My sweet Tony“ Howard came closer and softly caressed his cheek, Tony was shocked to find him leaning into the touch. “I would let the Parker’s horses fuck you three ways to Sunday if it meant I got to keep my throne for even a second longer” Tony froze, hands trembling and face flushing with heat. “You can either give him your hand or your kingdom and let’s be honest it’s not like I’m letting you make that choice. Get some sleep. We need you to look good tomorrow after all.” And with that he left Tony standing there like a fool, trying to compose himself.

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Tony looked at the kid and felt for him. Cause that’s what he was, a kid. Beautiful however, with unruly curly chocolate hair, soft pale skin, honey-smooth eyes and a smile so bright. He looked nervous too, gaze darting between his parents and King Howard. It seemed as if he was pleasantly surprised when his eyes finally landed on Tony. He was probably expecting some gigantic, savage, bare-chested monster. After all, there were plenty of ferocious stories about him as well, probably not as lighthearted and kind as the stories about Prince of House Parker.

The younger Prince turned to Tony with his chin raised high “Hello Prince Anthony of Stark or should I call you the Assasiner?” Tony grimaced at the epithet, “Some stories are exaggerated, I’m afraid. You can call me Tony. What should I call you?” He smiled, not unkindly. “Peter, and I was hoping they were. I don’t tend to blindly believe rumors and you don’t seem like a dangerous man, Tony.” Anthony’s smile merely got bigger “I don’t know about that, Peter. I can bite... if you’d like that.” He realized to his own horror that he was flirting with the younger Prince. He could barely contain his racing heart and ragged breathing.

King Howard is looking absurdly pleased with himself, a smug smile planted on his face as he looks upon Tony and Peter. It makes Tony want to do anything and everything he can to wipe it off.

Thanks for the prompt, love! Hope you enjoy it 😊

TW: underage kisses(?)

Peter leaned against the brick wall, breathing heavily. He grabbed the handle of the knife that was buried in his side, hands already turning red with blood. “This fucking hurts, man.” He wheezed to himself.

“I’m sure it did, Peter. Would you like me to inform, Mr. Stark? You’re in need of medical attention.” Karen’s voice sounded calm, warm and almost motherly if that was even possible for an AI.

“Uh, no, that’s fine, Karen. All good. I just need to get this thing out and then my healing will fix this in a jiffy.” He groaned in pain when he pulled at the knife, blood oozing out quickly. He glanced down and felt a wave of dizziness rush over him, slowing his senses.

“Peter, I’m afraid that was a rhetorical question giving you the illusion of choice. Per protocol, I’m required to inform Mr. Stark. Calling Mr. Stark now.” She told him matter of factly.

“Kaaaareeen why you gotta betray me like this, girl?” Peter whined and rolled his eyes.

“Hey kid, what’s up? What’s this about betrayal, huh?” Tony popped up on his screen with a raised eyebrow, but he kept a gentle smile on his face. “H-hey, Mr. Stark,” the boy gave a pained smile, “promise you won’t be mad?”

Tony tensed “That’s not really a great way to start this conversation, is it?” He immediately pulled up Peter’s vitals. Knowing Tony was probably already getting himself familiar with the situation, Peter decided to just be honest, “Might’ve gotten stabbed just a little bit.”

The billionaire jumped to his feet, awake and alert. “STABBED? Are you kidding me? Why didn’t you tell me straight away! Damn it, kid, your blood pressure’s getting dangerously low!”

“Yeah.” Peter closed his eyes, rattled expression on his face. “Hurts, Mr. Stark.”

Tony instantly softened “I’m sure it does, Spider-baby. I’m almost there okay. Can you be good and stay with me?” The concern in his voice was obvious.

“Mhm, ‘m’kay. I’ll be good.” If Tony wasn’t currently in a frenzy and breaking every traffic law there is, he might’ve been very turned on.

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Tony arrived in record time and ran to Peter, as fast as his legs could carry him. “Pete, you awake?” Peter nodded his head, but didn’t reply verbally. “I’m right here, kid. I’m gonna fix you up, okay? Don’t worry about a thing. You’re okay now, you’re safe with me.” There were tears in his eyes.

The teen worried his bottom lip between his teeth and slowly opened his eyes. Peter felt himself get picked up bridal style, probably being lifted to Tony’s car. He enjoyed the feeling of Tony’s warmth, arms wrapped around him. It made him feel secure.

“Am I dreaming, Mr. Stark?” Tony chuckled “No, Pete. Do you dream about me often then?” He replied in an attempt to joke, offering humor in serious situations.

“All the time, Mr. Stark. Every night. I dream about your eyes, your lips, your strong arms and hands.” Tony gulped and tightened his grip. “Fuck.” Silently cursing and thanking the blood loss that allowed Peter to confess his darkest secrets.

Tony gently lowered Peter in his car. “Fuck. Didn’t mean to get blood all over your seats, Mr. Stark.”

“Didn’t mean-“ Tony sighed in exasperation, “Forget the blood, kid. I’m way more worried about you right now. I’ll put Happy on cleaning duty or something. He’ll love that.”

Peter chuckled and then winced in pain. “Mr. S-Stark, I-I don’t feel so g-good.” His eyesight blurred. “Kid? Kiddo? Peter!?” Everything became fuzzy. Feeling his body drain away slowly until finally all went black.

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He woke up in the Medbay, feeling ten times better than before. He slowly opened his eyes and saw worried whiskey brown eyes staring back at him. Sadly, his consciousness was quickly accompanied by shame and guilt at his slip up, his vulnerability. He wanted to apologize for making Mr. Stark uncomfortable, feeling like an absolute idiot for spilling his secrets, but he didn’t get the chance. Before he could open his mouth, Mr. Stark wrapped him in a soul-crushing hug.

“Fuck, baby. I was so scared when you blacked out. I thought I lost you. I thought you were dying. Do you know what I would do if you died? I love you, Peter.” The older man choked out.

Peter froze. “Baby? You love me?” There was very quickly a blush spreading on his cheeks, as embarrassed as he was, he couldn’t help but break out into a big grin at the petname.

Instead of replying Tony closes the distance between them. Peter looks up at the older man as if he is starving, the flush adoring his delicate pale cheeks becoming more prominent. “Fuck... you look so pretty like this, baby.” Tony whispers and Peter moans at the praise. Tony raises a single eyebrow, silently asking for permission to continue. The teen frantically nods his consent. Their lips finally meet in a biting and desperate kiss. “About time, don’t you think?”

He lays down next to Peter, planting soft kisses on the top of his head while playing with his hair. “You should get some more rest. Your healing factor took care of most of the healing, but you still need to take it easy.”

Peter pouted, preferring to do other things in the moment, but complies none the less. “Sing for me, Tony?” Tony smiled at the use of his first name.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream. Make him the cutest that I’ve ever seen. Give him two lips like roses and clover. Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over.”