starkerdays: Do I hear high school sweethearts? Part 1/ Part 2Peter thanked Jesus almighty that

starkerdays:Do I hear high school sweethearts? Part 1/ Part 2Peter thanked Jesus almighty that his aunt wasn’t home when he heard the roar of a motorcycle stop at his driveway. Of course. Of course Tony had showed up in a motorcycle.He grabbed his phone, checked his reflection one more time in the crappy mirror he had hanging on the wall, and after taking his keys, he went outside. “So this is your house, huh? Had to move heaven and hell to get your address” Peter wasn’t about to admit this, but Tony looked hot as hell. He was wearing tight black pants, and… something else. He was too focused on the pants. “And you had to show up in this… monster, like a typical jock” he muttered and moved his hands in an ‘annoyed’ sign. “You just handed me the opportunity to say ‘but I’m your jock’ in a silver platter, Parker” “Say that, and I go back inside” Tony laughed and bit his lip. He had been laying on his motorcycle, but he impulsed himself onto his feet again, getting close to Peter. “Now that would be unfortunate”The boy’s heart started speeding slightly, but his brain was faster, and he curved Tony, going to his bike. “We going or what?” Tony was too respectful to force him into anything, so he hopped on top of the bike and handed Peter the helmet he had, turning around. “Now hold me like I’m your favorite teddy bear”“Wait, is this the only one? Are you gonna ride without a helmet?” “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do” replied Tony, and started the bike the moment he noticed Peter was safe and ready, not giving him any more time to think twice. The ride was pretty silent, Peter too scared to actually say anything as he held onto Tony for dear life. He fucking hated bikes and everything that could turn out in, well, death. When they got to a dirty parking lot, Peter hopped off and looked at Tony, giving him back the helmet. “Where are we?” “Think about any romcom you’ve ever watched” “I don’t watch any, Stark, I do productive stuff” Tony rolled his eyes and started walking. “We’re on a fair, Peter”Peter’s heart skipped a bit. God, he hated fairs. But how could he tell Tony? He was already playing hard to get, and the guy was trying so damn hard. So, they just kept walking, a silence, that dispite their situation, wasn’t awkward. “I don’t have a teddy bear, by the way” he whispered when they were already inside. “What?”“You told me to hold you like my ‘favorite’ teddy bear. I don’t have one” Tony smirked and looked at Peter, his eyes filling with ideas. “We can fix that. Hey, sir! I’ll play” “Alright, sir! You have three stones. The more bottles you break, the bigger the prize” Tony took one of the stones and stayed there for a second, calculating how much strenght he’d have to use. He finally threw it and he broke five bottles. Then three, then five again. “You can get a six dollar prize, sir” Tony smirked and looked around, finding a pink, over the normal size teddy bear that had a white price tag with the number 7 written on it. Tony sighed. He didn’t make it, apparently. The sir that was looking at Tony, that was now kind of uncomfortable because he hadn’t won the teddy bear for Peter, realized what kind of situation he was in, and he reached up to take the pink teddy and handed it over to the teenager. “Have a great night, sir” Tony smiled and took it, saying thank you in a soft voice, then headed to Peter and gave it to him. “Tony, am I supposed to hold this all night?” Peter was now biting his lip. There were a lot of homophobic people out there, and he was with a boy, holding a pink teddy bear. He didn’t want to look ungrateful, but he didn’t want them to get hurt. The teddy bear was gorgeous on itself. It had little brown eyes and rosy cheeks, while it was dressed with a white mini skirt. Peter didn’t want to throw it away, and Tony realized almost immediately what was going on. “I’ll hold it for you” The teenager holding the teddy bear smiled, his heart warming slowly, but once again, his brain answering faster. “Where did your macho macho men facade went? I thought you had some kind of toxic masculinity or something” and then he laughed, while Tony started walking like a drag queen, holding the bear over his head, being goofy. “I don’t have any of that, Parker” “That’s not true, Stark” Tony turned around and went back to where Peter was standing, and looked down at him, the teddy on his hand, but far away from their faces. Tony whispered then: “I could not disagree more”, then leaned in, taking Peter’s lips with his own. The boy’s breath hitched when those lips were again on him, but he didn’t dare to move, except his lips of course. And after battling for a long while about what to do exactly, Tony finally reached forward and took Peter’s waist, pulling him closer, maybe holding him too tight, because a tiny, very shallow submissive moan escaped Peter’s lips. There was nothing he could do about this, he was hard already. God fucking damn it. Peter was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen. Considering he had already taken him by surprise with the kiss and the waist grabbing, Tony thought that maybe it would be for the best if he asked permission to take things further. So, he ran his tongue on Peter’s bottom lip, asking for permission. Another moan escaped Peter’s lips as he parted them, letting Tony enter at his full force, making their tongues meet instantly, fitting perfectly. When a kid started crying, Peter pulled back, suddenly falling back onto the realization that they were out in the public eye. But he didn’t speak. He was at a loss of words. That kiss was… something. They stared at each other for a moment too-long, until Tony broke the silence, holding the teddy bear now with one hand. “You have me going crazy, Parker”  -- source link

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