So. I've been looking ever since I finished the first season of Ultimate Spiderman and I haven't found very many Peter/Danny fanfics. I think this is a major problem that needs to be rectified. Bad enough that I've come out of a many year hiatus on writing to do it. So. I'm pretty rusty I'm sure but please have a read anyway and let me know what you think. It's my first time writing for this fandom so if I've got any random world errors or anything, again, feel free to let me know.
Yes, there is slash in this fic as the main pairing. Yes, there will be boys touching other boys. If you don't like it, don't read it. Yes, there will be sex scenes. They will be as tasteful as possible. I'm not a hardcore porn writer so don't expect anything too… dirty. You've been warned. This is rated M for Mature. If you are not mature enough to handle two boys loving each other, please do not continue.
Also, I plan on having another chapter or two but no more than that. This one is set before the gang moves out from Peter's place.
Oh, I have no beta so feel free to point out spelling/grammar errors that you find as well.
I don't own Spiderman or any of his friends, I just like to imagine them doing dirty things to each other.
Attraction
It all started when he, Danny and Dr. Strange had saved the world from Nightmare. Or so he thought at least. He certainly couldn't remember thinking of Danny this way before that anyway. Maybe it was the proximity on his Spider-cycle, Iron Fist's thick arms around his waist and muscled thighs on his legs… Yeah, let's not go there right now. It must have been the fact that Danny chose him of all the team to wake up, despite his, at that time, firm disbelief of anything supernatural. Either way, he was seeing his teammate in a new light… and noticing things he never used to, like muscle definition. He wasn't going to lie, of the two of them, Iron Fist definitely filled out his spandex better with his Olympic athlete build. His broad shoulders, narrow hips and well-muscled limbs were going to give him a complex. Sure, he could more than match the other teen for strength, but it wasn't that. He just felt a little puny next to the green garbed crime fighter with his own wiry limbs and slimmer figure. And he was extremely glad that they were working out in shorts and t-shirts, not their costumes. Seeing everything and knowing it was there were two very different things.
That was his excuse when Danny noticed him staring while they were working out anyway.
"I mean sure, I know my cellular structure, and therefore my musculature, is completely different due to my spider DNA… but man! Would it kill me to bulk out a little?" He put a pout on his face as he averted his eyes, pretending to be absorbed in spotting for his friend, a light blush working its way across his cheeks.
"Peter." Danny smiles softly, lifting his weights like they were nothing. "You're already extremely strong."
"Well… yes." He crossed his arms. "But it seems that no matter how much I lift my shoulders stay the same width."
"Ah, you're worried about your aesthetics." The blond nodded, as though he'd solved the problem. "How you look does not affect your fighting my friend."
"I know that Danny…" Peter whined. "It'd just be nice to have shoulders like you?" He shrugged, voice tapering off into a sort of question. "I mean, I'm bigger than Sam but that's not hard." He congratulated himself on the quick save.
If he didn't know better, he'd think that Danny was blushing at that. It was kind of cute. Whoa. Wait. No, no, no. Wrong word. It was funny! Let's not analyze that thought further either shall we?
"Do you know your maximum lifting weight? If you could start lifting just over that, you might be able to increase your strength and your… shoulder width." The blonde replied, dryly.
"Um… about eight tons I think? That's about the weight of the train I had to stop once. I don't think lifting train cars is going to be something I can go and do whenever I want though." He joked.
Danny actually laughed eyes wide in surprise. "Eight tons? That's pretty amazing Peter." He set the weights down; done with his final rep he continues, "Remember, it is not strength but the duration of great sentiments that makes great men."
"There you go again, being all Zen and stuff." Peter chuckled, blushing again as he rolled his eyes. How Danny could say these things without being embarrassed was a mystery to him. He was constantly complimenting other people and from what he could tell, he was always sincere.
"I only speak the truth my friend." The blond stood up and allowed Peter to sit in his place. "One moment, I think there's a way you can lift trains without lifting trains." He went to the weight rack and came back with two new weights, putting one down in front of Peter. "I remember seeing Thor in here a while back. He and Captain America both use these."
"Oooh… is that Stark tech?" The teen was giddy with excitement, never mind that they were in a Stark building, as he bent over the weight, narrowly missing bumping heads with his blond friend. They both recovered quickly albeit awkwardly. "It must run using the same principles of antigravity… only in reverse." His fingers twitched momentarily before he spotted the panel. He played with a few buttons and 'ooohed' when it began to hum with a low vibration. When he picked it up, he was surprised.
"Wow. That really worked!" He exclaimed, feeling a strain in his muscles for once. "Alright, how do I bulk my shoulders up?" He turned to the blond.
Danny coughed into his fist to hide his smirk at the brunet's excitement. "Like this." He put the second weight in Peter's other hand and turned it on. He guided the other teen's arms out to the side, causing him to stiffen slightly in response. The blond backed off fluidly, as though he'd planned to anyway.
"Now you move your arms in circles. Do that for as long as you can." He shrugged. "Normally I would tell you to do other things as well but you don't actually need to work on your strength."
"Thanks Danny. I know it sounds pretty dumb… but thanks."
"No problem Peter. I do wonder though… how much you hold back when sparring with me?"
"Uh…" Peter frowned. "Strength wise… I hold back a lot, even with Luke. You still kick my ass in hand to hand though."
Danny nodded. "Is it hard for you?"
Peter tried to shrug it off but stopped at the look he received. "Fine, yes, it was at first. I'm kind of used to it now though, what with it being over a year since I was bitten." He looks away. "It's been really cool training with you guys though. I at least know that you guys can take a punch or dodge it."
"Is that why you don't really try in gym class?" Danny continued his questions.
"Ugh… what is it with you today Mr. Inquisitor?" Peter grumbled good-naturedly. "Yeah, I know I'm strong, I know I can do anything our teacher can dish out. I also know that no one will be looking at me to be Spiderman because they all think I'm a wimpy geek. It worked on Taskmaster remember?"
"But that bothers you." It wasn't a question this time and Peter actually looked his friend in the eyes.
"Sometimes. But so does not being able to tell anyone my identity. It's for a really good reason." He continued to circle his arms. "Can we talk about something else less depressing now? I'm all full up on frowny faces now."
Another light laugh from the blond and Peter felt much better.
"I apologize. It's nice to be able to talk to you about hero things. We're usually too busy at school, at your house or fighting crime."
"True." He nodded, biting his lip. He might as well ask. "What about you? Do you hold back with me?"
"Not anymore." He replied honestly. "I only held my strength back once, the first time we sparred. It was immediately obvious that you were testing my strength and I didn't want to disappoint."
Peter snorted. "I don't think that'll ever be a problem."
Danny smiled. "Are your arms tired yet? We should probably get started on actual sparring."
"Yeah, good idea." Peter carefully placed the weights on the flooring and turned them off before replacing them on the rack. When he turned back Danny had tied his hair back and was doing stretches. He stopped and stared yet again. To be so strong and yet so flexible… He could definitely give Sam and Aunt May a run for their money in yoga… Yoga made him think of yoga pants.
His mind was pulled back from its little daydream at the sound of Danny clearing his throat. He cursed inwardly and knew that his cheeks were stained pink again.
"Sorry, spaced out there for a moment." He said hurriedly, hoping his friend would buy it and not read further into the fact that he'd caught him staring at his body twice today.
Danny just hummed in amusement and fell into his regular stance. Peter sighed in relief as he mirrored his friend. It seemed they were both pretty good at playing pretend if the blush on the blonde's face was anything to go by.
He was immediately rushed, Danny throwing a series of quick hits before dancing out of range when Peter finally retaliated. They repeated this several times before getting serious. After an hour of continuous effort, they stopped for a break and a drink of water.
"You do hold back you know." Peter broke the contemplative silence, tossing a water bottle to his friend. "You don't use your iron fist when we spar."
"Hm…" Danny nodded taking a deep drink. "I wasn't allowed to use it when sparring back home. It was too much of an advantage over anyone."
"Well, not that it isn't a super cool and deadly advantage, but I can handle it."
The blond looked to him, thinking it over carefully.
"I'd even use a little more strength if you would." Peter said enticingly. "Not to mention, you should be able to train your iron fist just as much as you want."
Danny laughed. "Alright. I will use the iron fist and you will hold back less as well."
They both fell onto the bench heavily, drained from a very long and taxing sparring session.
"Well, that was fun, what's next?"
"Sam is cooking dinner remember?"
"Aw man… Bucket head is cooking tonight?" He grumbled, remembering the spicy enchiladas.
"Don't worry. He always makes me a vegan portion that isn't spicy. A monk's diet is rather plain." Danny grinned when he saw Peter's eyes widen. "I told him to make extra this time, figured you'd had enough of his spicy torture."
"Thanks man!" Peter exclaimed, wanting to hug the blond for being so darn awesome. The thought of being able to enjoy supper without dying a fiery death was pretty awesome too. "You are officially my favorite person."
Danny blinked.
"Uh, on the team." Peter quickly said. "You know what I mean."
The blond nodded as he stood, turning too quickly for Peter to catch more than a glimpse of the small frown on his face. Was it something he'd said?
"We should shower up and head back home." The other teen didn't wait for his reply before heading to the showers.
Yeah, definitely something he'd said, but what? He followed his friend into the shower room and got into his own stall, mindlessly stripping and stepping to the spray. It felt great to be able to have hot water for once. He soaped up and rinsed off and just stood under the spray for a while, letting the heat into his muscles and absorbing the warmth when a long and relieved sigh came from the stall beside him. He raised a brow, wondering why it came now when they'd been in the shower for at least ten minutes already. He shrugged, thinking it was probably just a delayed reaction. Sometimes it took that long to work out the sore muscles. He stopped, suddenly worried.
"I didn't hurt you did I?"
He heard a sputtering noise and a few coughs before he was answered in a shaky tone.
"Pardon?"
"When we were sparring? Did I let loose too much?" He asked as he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his waist. As he walked out to the locker he'd stored his things in, Danny came out as well, his own towel in place.
"Ah, no. I'm fine." His tone was firm yet troubled.
"Really?" Peter decided he didn't believe his friend, opting to instead poke at him. It seemed safer to focus on the bruises than the dripping wet and beautifully muscled torso before him. "What are these bruises then? You should have told me I was hurting you!"
Danny shied from his touch, keeping his hand up and between them. "They don't hurt."
Peter frowned, crossing his arms. Danny cleared his throat and tried again. "They don't hurt that bad? Honestly, I don't mind. It was… thrilling to spar with you like that."
Though he was still frowning slightly, he nodded, allowing that explanation.
"Alright. I'll be more careful next time though."
"No," He grabbed Peter's arm as he turned, "Wait. I really liked it. You don't have to hold back so much okay? It's not healthy for you either."
The brunet nodded again, this time more slowly, and his eyes drifted down to the hand on his arm. Danny dropped it again, expression blank before turning to his own locker and beginning to get dressed.
"So, what, you get off on pain or something?" Peter joked, trying to lighten the mood. The strangled sound that came out of Danny's mouth was not what he was expecting as a reaction.
"Uh… no." His face was beet read now and his ears were beginning to color as well.
That was when his mini angel and devil Spideys popped onto his shoulders and both beat him over the head with wooden signs bearing a blushing Danny's face.
Holy shit. Was that what happened in the shower? Really? He tried to school his features back to a less awkward expression, not wanting to embarrass his friend further.
"So… what is Sam making tonight anyway?" He tried, lamely throwing out the first thing he could think of.
"Um… I think he said, mix and match tacos?" The blonde's relieve smile and slowly paling face put a smile back on Peter's. "Instead of beef for me, he makes bean and rice paste. It's really good."
"Awesome, can't wait to try it." He replied, letting them stew in the slightly awkward silence after that, not wanting to put his foot in his mouth again.
Once dressed, they left the building and found their way to a bus stop and waited.
"Peter, Danny, you boys are late." Aunt May's voice floated in from the kitchen. "What were you two doing?"
The two sweating boys were collapsed in the doorway, having run the entire way here. They'd planned to take a bus but had ended up chasing Batroc the Leaper around the city for an hour. By the time they'd caught him and tied him up for SHIELD, they were already late. The snickering from the kitchen didn't help the already awkward tension between them.
"Sorry Aunt May. We got caught in traffic. Got to see Spiderman and Iron Fist in action though so it wasn't so bad. They were chasing around that jumping purple Frenchman." He wasn't technically lying. They'd been on the bus when the purple madman had caused an accident.
"You're not hurt are you?" She asks, worry in her voice as she comes around into the hallway.
"We're fine." Danny smiled up at her, using his big green eyes to melt her heart. "Spiderman and Iron Fist saved the day as usual."
"Oh, I'm glad." She gave them both a quick squeeze before towing them back to the kitchen and seating them at the table with the rest of the team. "We waited for you so dig in!"
Sam was glaring at them but they dug in as told.
"Sorry to make you wait, friends." Danny apologized before taking a bite. Peter took his bite and added, "Yeah, sorry guys."
"Peter, don't talk with your mouth full." Aunt May scolded him lightly and bit into her taco.
"Sorry Aunt May."
He lay in his bed, arms behind his head and facing the ceiling. He didn't really want to do this right now but he wouldn't be getting any alone time in his room until the new Helicarrier was finished. He had to think about Danny, his sudden attraction to the other boy and the other's attraction to him. He might be oblivious but he wasn't stupid. Danny liked him physically at least. Did he feel the same? Enough to…
Peter suppressed a groan through sheer willpower and rolled onto his side. How did he do this? Just thinking about his friend made him happy but he wasn't sure about the rest. Maybe if he imagined him shirtless? That wasn't hard really as they'd seen each other that way many times now. How about naked? That had happened once or twice in the locker rooms on the Helicarrier.
Maybe if he imagined him touching… Peter's face went hot and he could feel a twitch in his dick. Oh. Okay. He was attracted physically to Danny. He shouldn't have been surprised after today. It was rather obvious now that he was thinking about it. He suppressed the urge to smack his forehead. Now he just needed to figure out what to do.
When a large hand closed on his thigh, the sound he made most definitely was not a high pitched squeak. More like a really manly yelp.
"You okay Peter? Your breathing is all over the place."
"Uh…" He replied smartly, feeling the warmth radiating into his thigh. His dick twitched again and he groaned lightly. "Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking." He hoped his tone was convincing and that his friend would remove his hand before he gave himself away.
He sighed in relief when Danny seemed to accept the answer, hearing the blond getting comfortable in his bed roll again. He took it as a sign that he needed to stop thinking and go to sleep. Nothing good could come from over thinking with a tired brain after all.
"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Danny said quietly from the floor.
"It's fine. You just startled me." He replied, startled from his thoughts again.
"No, not just now. Back at the gym." Peter could tell that his tone was forced but he wasn't sure why.
"What do you mean?" He asked, not quite wanting to be honest about it.
Danny sighed audibly and Peter could hear him sit up. "You know what I mean."
"Do I?" He supposed he could be rather obstinate when he wanted to be.
"Peter…"
It was his turn to sigh. "Sorry Danny. I'm just…"
"No, it's okay. I don't expect you to feel the same way."
"Wait… what?" The shock in his tone was mostly genuine. He'd thought he'd been rather obvious.
"You mean you really didn't know?" The voice was much quieter now.
"Um… Okay, let me get this laid out straight. I don't think we need any more misunderstandings." He took a deep breath and let it out before speaking again. "I just figured out that I find you physically attractive. I'm also pretty sure you find me attractive as well… if earlier at the gym was anything to go by."
"Ah." He sounded relieved and disappointed at the same time. "Yes, I do… but that isn't it. I've been attracted to you for a long time now. Not just physically either."
"Oh." Peter sat up too, blushing hotly again.
"When I said I really liked our match, I wasn't just being nice."
He didn't think it was possible but he could apparently blush more. He was sure he could rival Nova for heat output at the moment.
"So… what's next?" He chuckled weakly, eliciting a laugh from his blond friend.
"I really want to kiss you now." Danny replied honestly. The blankets rustled and Peter felt his bed sink in on the side, his breath hitching audibly. A hand found his and it travelled up to his chest. "Do you want me to stop?"
"No." He said, bringing his hand up to the blonde's arm and clutching his sleeve softly. A second later, lips were on his, soft, minty and warm. He was really glad that he brushed his teeth regularly. This might have been more awkward otherwise.
He moved his legs underneath him without breaking their kiss, encouraging Danny to pull him onto his lap. They kissed and explored softly for a while, just wanting to feel the other there. There was no hurry after all.
He pulled back for air for a moment, giving a contented sigh. It was echoed by Danny before he felt himself being pushed back slowly towards his pillow. Danny's mouth was on his neck now and he felt shivers run from his neck all the way to his toes. He moaned quietly and turned his head to allow the other teen better access. Butterfly kisses were painted down his neck as hands came up under his shirt to explore his chest. Whether it was by accident or not, when Danny's thumb brushed his nipple, he arched up a little, completely turned on by now. As he did he felt that he wasn't alone in his arousal. The blond liked this just as much as he did. The thought gave him the courage to experiment a little by arching up on purpose, drawing a lusty groan from his friend. He allowed his hands to explore again, running his fingers firmly down the well-muscled back, and was rewarded with another moan.
The blonde's lips left his neck and he said in a breathy tone, "You can go harder than that."
"Oh." Peter tried it again, this time allowing his short nails to have a little traction. The reaction was immediate, Danny grinding into him with a breathless moan. "Shhhhh…" He tried to cut back his own moan, not wanting to wake anyone in the house.
"Sorry." He replied shakily, leaning back for a moment. He didn't expect Peter to follow him up. The brunet pulled at the hem of Danny's shirt, pulling it up and over the blonde's head. He ran a hand down the side lightly, his other reaching for the lamp next to his bed. With the light on he could see the perfectly chiseled muscles and erect nipples in beautiful detail and it made him grow harder against the leg between his. He looked up into half lidded green eyes, noticing the light flush the other teen was sporting and bet he had one as well.
"Don't be. I like the sounds you make but… we really don't need to wake anyone."
"Very true." The blond reached for his shirt and he helped by raising his arms for easier removal. "I don't know why you want to bulk up… you have perfect proportions." He ran his hand down said perfect proportions eliciting a shiver from the now exposed skin.
"Thanks? I think all those ancient statues of war gods must have been made in your image. You look chiseled out of marble." Peter replied, realizing he was starting to babble and closed his mouth with a click. Danny only grinned and leaned down to kiss him again.
"I think… that's the nicest… compliment… I've ever… received." He said between kisses, pulling the other teens lip into his mouth with his teeth.
Peter groaned and tried for a witty comeback. "I'll keep them coming if you keep doing that."
"I have something better in mind." The blond began trailing kisses down his chest and Peter gasped lightly went one of his nipples was surrounded by hot lips and teeth. When the other teen continued lower Peter only had a moment to realize what was happening before Danny had his fingers hooked in the waistband of his boxers. He must have tensed because Danny looked up at him, concern on his face. "Is this okay?"
With his heart in his throat he had to swallow a few times before he could answer. He started with a nod before replying, "I'm not sure about doing it myself… but if you want to I don't mind."
"I don't expect you to do this." Was his simple answer, a soft smile on his lips. He pulled the boxers down, Peter helping by arching off the bed, his erection popping free from the cotton fabric. He watched with interest as the blond licked a long line from the base to the tip, biting back a groan deep in his chest. It was almost painful how hard he was now. He couldn't imagine ever enjoying another person's genitals in his face but Danny looked like he was having fun. He wrapped a hand around the base and thumbed the vein there as he lowered his mouth down onto the shaft, causing Peter to buck forward unintentionally.
"Shit… sorry…" He breathed out, swearing that his eyes must be crossing. All he got for a reply was a hum and a hard suck. He knew his eyes crossed that time. "Ung…" He commented intelligently as the other teen continued his masterful ministrations, bringing both hands to Peter's hips and tracing hard patterns there with his thumbs, effectively holding his pelvis in place. He lowered his head more, taking more of Peter into his mouth. The brunet groaned loudly this time and he moved his own arm across his face to bite at his arm, muffling the sound. "Danny… I'm gonna…"
The blond hummed again, pulling back slightly and sucking harder, green eyes watching him intently. Peter lost himself in the sensations, stars exploding behind his closed lids as he climaxed. It was funny, he thought, seeing actual stars. He laid back, sated for the moment, and opened his eyes to see Danny discreetly spitting his seed into a tissue and tossing it to the side.
"I knew it couldn't be that tasty." He grinned tiredly.
"Some people claim to like it. I do not." Danny shrugged, leaning down to kiss him.
"Okay, it's not that bad but still." He commented on his own flavor. "Thanks, I don't think I'd be able to do it." He blushed, noticing the bulge still in the blonde's boxers.
"I don't enjoy the taste but the sounds you make are totally worth it." He replied, seeing the brunet spot his erection. "It's fun in a way."
"Oh… So… what do you want me to…?"
Instead of replying, Danny leaned back down and blew a soft breath up his still wet shaft and was rewarded with instant stiffening. He grinned and stood to take off his boxers before climbing back on top of Peter and taking both of their erections in his hand, pumping slowly at first. He kissed Peter again, sneaking his tongue between surprised lips. The brunet complied and allowed the tongue access for a moment before he began to fight for dominance. He used his superior strength to roll them both over so that he was sitting on top, drawing out a moan from the blond that he swallowed with his own.
"Hold my arms down Peter." The brunet almost missed the soft command in the groan that accompanied it but he nodded, pulling the blonde's arms above his head and holding them there. Danny tested the hold and Peter felt him get harder when he could barely budge his hands. "I really like how much stronger you are."
Peter's eyes widened, his thrusts halting for a moment and his hold slackening slightly. The disappointed hum that escaped his lover got him moving again. He looked him in the eyes as he moved his mouth to a nipple, tongue flicking out to lick a circle around it before taking it in his teeth and rolling it around gently. Danny groaned as he arched up, trying to get more traction.
"Shhhh…" Peter kissed him, swallowing the last of the groan.
"More, Peter." Was the reply, shooting even more arousal to his groin. He hadn't thought it possible but when he looked down at the blonde, flushed everywhere, legs wrapped around his waist and breathing erratically, it was the single hottest image he'd ever seen. He felt himself closer than ever to the edge and could see that Danny was almost there too. He moved his hand up higher on their erections and began thumbing over the blonde's head as he thrust against him, spreading the copious pre-cum there and eliciting a gasp.
"Oh Peter…" He felt cum shoot into his palm and didn't stop stroking until he finished as well, leaving Danny completely pliable beneath him. He grabbed a tissue and wiped them both off before rolling off his partner to find their underwear. He pulled his on as he tossed the other pair to Danny and crawled back into his bed, facing his friend.
"So…"
"So." Danny replied, a sated smile on his face. "I'd be interested in continuing this even if you don't want to date."
Peter was slightly taken aback by the brutal honesty but he nodded. "I'm not really sure what I want… but that was fun. I'd like to do it again."
"Already?" Danny teased him, running a hand up his smoothly muscled torso and bringing with it goose bumps.
The brunet wrinkled his nose slightly, looking at the clock. It was almost two in the morning. He groaned. "We have to be up in five hours. I don't think that's a good idea."
Danny only grinned and rolled his eyes. "I was teasing. Go to sleep, school is more important." He moved his legs over the side of the bed and made to stand before realizing there was an arm around his waist. He turned and looked at the fake sleeping face of his new lover, affection swelling in his heart.
He lay back down with Peter, adjusting them so that they fit comfortably together and closed his eyes. They'd worry about the rest tomorrow.
End of part one!