"You just gonna spend the whole thing at your aunts?" Scott asked, watching Peter as he tried to get everything packed up. It was the 16th, a Saturday, and Pete would be out of school until the 3rd of January. It was cold outside, snowing, so he was wearing Tony's worn flannel shirt with a pair of sweats.

"Yeah I think so. Have some friends I want to see there and such." Peter explained, throwing his phone charger in his suitcase and zipping it up, his car keys were in his free hand.

"Dude I still can't believe how you got that freaking car, that's some luck man." Scott emphasized and grabbed his own bag as they started to head out of the building. The lie that Peter and Tony had come up with was that Peter's parents had left it to him in a will, to be released when he turned eighteen. It was far-fetched but it was better than telling the truth.

"Pretty crazy, not as cool as your car though." Peter would drive to Tony's house to get the man, who would be staying until the 23rd. He felt kind of weird going behind May's back by having Tony stay while she wasn't there... But he doubted she would figure it out, and he really wanted Tony to stay. He still couldn't believe the man would give up his luxury house for a a week to stay at Peter's dumpy apartment.

Peter had wondered, briefly, what things would be like living together for a week. They would obviously share a bed, but Peter worried that Tony might want... More. He'd seemed content to fall asleep with Peter those few days ago at his house, but Peter wasn't sure if Tony would always be content to do just that. It wasn't that Peter didn't want to be with Tony sexually, it was just that he wasn't sure how much he was ready for.

"You going back to your house?" Peter asked, they were outside now and it was biting cold. Peter popped the collar on his flannel and wished that he hadn't packed away his winter coat.

"Probably for some of it, don't want to spend the whole time cramped up in there. Glad it's close at least because the heater's busted in my car again." Scott complained and Peter rolled his eyes.

"I swear, if I didn't know better, I would say you're trying to break that car. See you later Scott." Peter said good bye and Scott pulled him into a quick hug.

"Hey Pete, before you go, Erik hasn't given you any trouble has he?" Scott and Pete both pulled away from the hug and Peter crossed his arms over his chest, rocking back and forth on his heals to create a little bit of warmth.

"Uh, no, he hasn't even really spoken to me. T'Challa said he's embarrassed about how he acted, which I get I guess, I mean he didn't used to be that way." Peter answered with a shrug. He was pretty glad that his strained relationship with Erik hadn't ruined things between him and TC, it would be an awkward year as roommates if TC was distant towards him.

"He better keep it that way." Scott clapped a hand on Peter's shoulder and flashed him a smile before walking towards his own car and getting in.

Peter slipped into his Camry, turning it on and blasting the hot air. He hadn't had a chance to drive the car before this and he was excited to see how it handled. It was plain and standard, but Tony understood that Peter didn't want a flashy car, even driving around their car was a little too much.

He'd of course ranted at the man for getting him a fucking car for his birthday, since that was incredibly extra of him, but Tony had just smiled and kissed Peter, and then Peter remembered that this was Tony. Of course he got him a fucking car.

Sent: Peter 4:09 pm.

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Received: Tony 4:11 pm.

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"So are we like dating or what?" Peter asked, about halfway through the drive to Alexandria, some The Doors song was playing in the background, Peter didn't know it, Tony chose the music. It was a serious question, but Tony almost sputtered through his laughter and Peter flashed him a confused look. "What?"

"You're such a seventeen year old, honestly." Tony said, still chuckling a bit, before composing himself. "Yeah I would assume we're dating." Tony emphasize the word again but giggled a little bit and Peter play smacked his chest.

"Why are you into me? I mean, I'm like eight and you're like hot and cool." Peter had absolutely no idea where he was going with this conversation, it was just, for some reason he really wanted to talk about their relationship and could not figure out a non-idiotic way to do it.

"Okay, first of all gross, you're not eight. Second of all, you're hot and cool." Tony moved his hand over to rest it on Peter's leg while he drove which sent a shiver down Peter's spine. "Anymore weird questions for me?"

"Yeah, actually," Peter said immediately and Tony scoffed, squeezing Peter's leg a little to show that he was just kidding and he didn't actually care. "You've had sex before, okay, wait, obviously, you're like forty. You've been with a dude before?" He reiterated his question and refused to blush. He honestly wanted to know, Peter didn't really think it was an invasion of privacy or anything.

"Where's all this coming from Pete?" He asked, but when Peter glanced over from the road he could see that Tony's eyes were crinkled from his subtle smile. "Yeah, I've done it all." He finally answered and Peter quirked his lips to the side.

"So you like sex?" Peter asked bluntly, not looking over at Tony in fear that he would turn bright red.

"I guess, yeah." Tony was obviously confused at just what Peter was getting at, but seemed to be playing along for now.

"So would you... Would you be upset if I didn't want to have sex right away?" Peter rambled out, focusing on the road once again. He was worried since Tony was more experienced that maybe he would want to move fast with Peter, but Pete didn't want to do that. He didn't want to take things painfully slowly, but his virginity was kind of a big deal to him.

"No, God Peter, I wouldn't be mad at all. I'm not with you just to have sex with you." Tony cleared up and Peter let out a sigh, leaning a little further into his seat. Peter rested his hand on top of Tony's on his thigh.

"Sorry." Peter mumbled.

"Don't worry about stuff like this Petey. I care about you kiddo, not gonna throw that away for nothing."

Peter accepted the response and the two sat in silence for a long while, the cities blurring together as they drove. Tony's hand remained resting on Peter's thigh and Peter liked the weight and heat of it against his sweats. The snow was coming down harder as they drove.

Coming through a small town Peter noticed that he was running low on gas so he pulled off to the nearest station.

It only had one pump and a convenience store that looked kind of shady, so Peter popped his collar back up and grabbed the last bit of cash that he head to get some gas. "You want anything to drink?" Peter asked.

"Yeah I'll take something caffeinated. Don't worry about gas I'll pay for it." Tony assured and got out of the car himself.

"Seriously Tony, I have enough for gas." Peter protested and Tony simply waved a hand.

"You get the drinks kid, save the rest for the awesome Christmas present you're getting me." Tony joked and Peter rolled his eyes but agreed, running into the shop.

The store owner was nice enough and told Peter he'd better bundle up a little more, before he ran back out to the car, a coke for himself and a cup of coffee for Tony who was sitting in the car again, finished pumping gas. The car got really good mileage, for which Peter was glad. The Toyota did horrible on the drive from Alexandria to Richmond, and he'd really relied on the gas money Tony had left him.

Peter started the car back up and pulled away from the gas station as Tony took a sip of his coffee. "Jesus, what is this?" He asked, looking confused by the taste but still taking another sip.

"Most caffeinated thing I could find. Screaming Eagle." Peter had to laugh at the name of it. "Came with a caffeine warning and everything."

Tony raised his eyebrows and looked back down at the cup, but took another sip nonetheless. "You graduating this year kid?" He asked, making small talk as Peter drove. It wasn't snowing enough to make the roads unsafe, just so much that it was annoying.

"Uh, yeah. Yep, last year in high school." Peter was actually pretty excited about not having to stick around for another year, he would miss his friends, but most of them were leaving anyway. It was really just Loki, TC, and Bucky who wouldn't be graduating this year.

"You turn in your applications?" He questioned and Peter nodded, taking a sip of his soda.

"Yeah, of course. Should hear back in late March." Peter had turned in about five applications, he and May had had to budget for that one since some of them were pretty expensive.

"Where'd you turn them in to?" Tony rested his hand back on Peter's thigh easily, like it belonged there.

"A few crazy places and then Alexandria Community, think I'm just going to stick close to home." Peter explained. He didn't want to leave May alone, and they also didn't have the money for Peter to be dropping nearly 400 grand on an ivy league school.

"Peter you're not going to community college." Is all Tony had to offer up in response. Peter had expected that.

"I don't want to leave May alone for any longer, ya know she's getting kind of old, she shouldn't be alone. And we just don't have anywhere near the funds to even begin to get it covered. Even if I applied for every scholarship, it would be ridiculous." He explained quickly. He had his reasons, and he knew that Tony was going to try and convince him out of it.

"Alright, first of all Peter, your job isn't taking care of Aunt May. I think she'd be pretty pissed if she learned you passed up an opportunity just so that you could babysit her. Second of all, you understand I can help you out a lot when it comes to college, right?" Tony finally looked over at Peter and squeezed his thigh in a reassuring manner.

"Tony you're not paying for my college. You already bought me a car, anything else would just be absolutely ridiculous." Peter ranted, he absolutely wouldn't accept any more monetary help from Tony.

"Never said I was paying for it. You applied to MIT right?" He questioned.

"Yeah, of course." Peter didn't know where this was going, but he figured he'd play along for a moment at least.

"I'm an alum, a pretty famous one in the world of engineering. I could put in more than a few good words for you. I'm not saying I could get you a full-ride, but if you work your ass off on scholarships, and I know you will, I think you could be looking at something easily affordable." Tony laid it all out in front of him and Peter furrowed his brows in thought.

"You'd do that for me?" He asked, tentatively, timidly.

"Pete I'd do anything for you." Tony reassured. They'd barely known each other three months and already Tony was promising so much of himself. Peter didn't know how he'd ever repay him.

"Thanks Tony." He left the conversation at that, but picked up a new topic a few minutes later. "You're not teaching next year, right?"

"Nope, I'm definitely done with teaching." He answered quickly, exasperation clear in his voice. Tony was obviously smart enough to be a teacher, but he had a hard time explaining things to kids who just didn't get it, he really couldn't dumb things down.

"What are you gonna do then?" Peter had wondered about that, wondered if maybe Tony could just live off of his savings or something, but Peter figured he would be bored doing that. Peter didn't really know how much money Tony had, just that it was a lot.

"I've been trying to put some stuff together for a company. Same kind of stuff I did with the military but no more weapons. Advanced messaging systems, work with renewable energy, you know, just something where I can put myself to work." Tony rambled off about what he planned on doing with the company for a little while, naming specific projects, locations, it seemed to Peter that Tony was pretty much ready to open up.

"How is it that I've never heard of Stark before? I mean, you say you were making all these weapons..." Peter didn't think that Tony was lying, not at all, he just wondered how it was possible.

"Well you figure the peak points of my career you were probably in elementary school. I was the same age you are now, when you were born, I did a lot when you probably wouldn't have been interested in things like 'who's making all those bombs or designing drones.' Hell, I was never interested in that stuff until they offered me a shit ton of money." Tony said with a shrug of his shoulders. It made sense, Peter never had been really interested in the military so he wouldn't have been researching or following it as a kid.

"And you quit because of an incident?" Peter remembered that Tony hadn't wanted to share that information earlier on, so he wondered if maybe now Tony would talk about it.

"Yeah, and a few other things. It's all fun and games seeing your last name printed on a bomb, until you realize that bomb's killing kids." He explained, deflecting from the actual question that Peter had asked, he wouldn't press the issue. Tony changed the subject, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey you could probably pay for college working as an extremely part time assistant to me." Tony offered, but Peter could tell he was joking, and was glad he was joking.

"Oooof, not really looking for a sugar daddy, thanks though." Peter joked back and flashed a grin at Tony. It would be absolutely insane if he was making enough money as a part-time assistant to pay for MIT, kind of corrupt too, but at least Peter knew he was joking.

"Aww, but I wanna be your sugar daddy." Tony leaned over to peck Peter's temple lightly.

Peter shot and hand out to playfully slap Tony in the chest. "Shut up."

"Okay, we got Chinese is in the fridge, heater is on, house looks good..." Peter trailed off, pacing slightly as he looked around, making sure that he'd done everything he was supposed to when he got there. Aunt May had left the day before so she'd turned the heating off and such. Tony was sitting on the couch, absentmindedly flipping through a book he'd gotten from one of the shelves, based off of the cover, it was some weird, racy old lady romance novel, Peter wouldn't comment on that.

"It think we're good Petey." Tony responded and Peter quirked his lips before taking a seat on the couch next to Tony. He felt kind of weird keeping it a secret from aunt May that he was having someone over... But they would get away with it, he was sure. Unless their nosy neighbor decided to drop by... But Peter was sure they would get away with it.

"Oh shit." Peter noticed that one of the lights near the dining room table was out. "Guess I'll fix that." He mumbled and got up.

"Careful." Tony said after him, but seemed a little more into the book than he probably should have been.

Peter grabbed the step ladder from the hall closet along with a replacement bulb that he set on the table. He climbed up the ladder and touched the light softly, making sure that it was cool to the touch before unscrewing it. He was pretty sure they had a replacement in the closet, but if not the light wasn't that crucial.

Thinking a little bit too much about replacement light, and not enough about the fragile bulb in his hand, Peter fumbled it going down the ladder and the light bulb shattered over the ground. Of-fucking-course." He muttered to himself with an eye roll. Luckily they had hard wood so he wouldn't be picking through the carpet to find shards of it.

"Hey Tony," he called towards the couch, "can you bring me my shoes?" He wasn't wearing them and the floor was basically covered with glass shards that he didn't really want to step on. "Tony?" He called again when he didn't receive an answer. Peter looked over to Tony and furrowed his brows in confusion. Tony didn't look weird, but he didn't look quite right either. He was tense, his eyes staring at the book pages but obviously not moving, and his hands were clenched way too tight around the pages to be normal, the veins in his neck were standing to attention. "Tony!" He yelled out again, but nothing, Tony didn't even flinch.

Peter very carefully got off the ladder, making sure to perfectly step around the broken glass as he walked towards the couch and the seemingly catatonic Tony. Peter rested his hand on Tony's shoulder but the man didn't move, just blinked very slowly.

"Say something." Peter told him, but it didn't seem to help the situation. Peter tried to rack his brain of anything that could have caused what was happening. The light went out... I dropped it... I asked him for help... Dropped it, that must have been it. Peter's brain rapidly associated words and ideas that Tony had shared with him.

Incident.

Metal Shrapnel.

Bomb.

The fucking shattering glass much have set Tony off. Peter didn't really have any idea what to do. His mind raced as he tried to think about every incident of PTSD that he'd witnessed in movies, and how it was dealt with. Usually they were reliving the traumatic experience in their mind so... Just remind him where he is? Peter thought weakly to himself and figured it was worth a shot. He knelt in front of Tony and pulled the book out of his grasp, claiming Tony's hands in his own. Tony didn't even seem to notice the book was gone, his eyes were so glazed over.

"Tony, hey you're with me right now, I'm so sorry, it was just a light Tony. I dropped it, see," Peter motioned to where the light fragments were on the ground. "Just a light bulb and me being clumsy." Peter noticed that Tony showed almost no different. "Here, I'll clean it up so you don't even have to think about it." Peter promised and stood up, putting his shoes on and grabbing the broom, very hastily and tossing it all into the garbage can. He put the step stool away so that everything looked as it had before the light had broken.

Sitting next to Tony on the couch, Peter rested both hands on one of Tony's thighs, trying to make him feel and understand where he was. "Tony, look, I cleaned it all up. Nothing even happened." Peter explained, and after a long few moments Tony seemed to shake himself out of his daze, pushing a hand through his hair and letting out a deep sigh.

"Fuck." Tony mumbled and rested his head in his hands. Peter moved one of his hands to softly rub against his back.

"Are you okay Tony?" Peter asked quietly, not wanting to intrude if the man needed a moment to himself.

"Yeah, fuck, I'm sorry kid. I should have told you that happens sometimes." Tony mumbled, mainly to himself Peter thought, but he kept his touch on Tony constant and let him say whatever he needed to. "Literally any fucking time there's a loud noise or something shattering. Pretty pathetic honestly." Tony sighed.

"Hey, no it's not. Nothing about you is pathetic Tony." Peter made sure to interject and Tony's hand moved to cover Peter's, rubbing it slightly with the pad of his thumb. "If it happens often, did I deal with it right? Is there anything more I can do for you?" Peter asked, wanting to make sure that if it ever happened again he wouldn't be so useless.

"No, no, that was perfect. I just get stuck in my own head. Just remembering it over and over." He explained and rubbed his temple one last time before finally sitting back and taking a few deep breaths.

"Is it... That incident that happened, why you have your scar?" Peter prodded, he wouldn't make Tony give up any information he didn't want to, Peter just genuinely wondered if that's what it was about.

"Yeah, it was a bomb and... And I don't really want to talk about it right now. Sorry Pete, I owe it to you to tell you but I just can't." Peter squeezed Tony's leg and nodded.

"You don't have to tell me, you don't ever have to tell me if you don't want to." Peter reassured and Tony leaned over to give him a quick peck on the forehead.

Tony just held his hand for a little while before seemingly getting a little impatient and standing up. "I have to work off some energy. I think I'm gonna walk to a store and get a twelve pack." He explained and Peter stood up as well.

"I'll go with you." He offered.

"Can't they refuse to sell to me if I'm with a minor?" Tony questioned, and he was right, but Peter had it covered.

He fished his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans and flashed his ID to Tony. "Birthday present from Quill and Scott." The ID had a fake name and listened Peter as being 22, and was pretty expertly done.

"Peter that's illegal." Tony said and for a moment Peter thought that Tony was actually upset, but then he continued. "But I was way worse. Remind me to show you my collection of fraudulent identifications. I'm especially proud of the fake DEA badge." Tony said as they both put their coats on, Peter grabbing his keys before they headed out, Tony slung an easy arm over Peter's shoulders.

"Why did you need a fake DEA badge?" Peter asked, but wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"To be fair, I didn't use it for anything bad, just to scare some nobody's at college into thinking I was a secret agent." Tony explained.

"Okay, yeah, you had way too much free time in college." Peter answered and shook his head as they walked towards the convenience store on the corner.

They bought the beers and then headed back. Peter was glad that it wasn't snowing anymore, he could do without and white Christmas this year. It would make the soccer season so much easier to slide into if they weren't having to run drills in the tiny gym.

"So do I get one?" Peter asked when they finally got back and Tony had cracked one open.

Tony looked from the beers to Peter for a long while before holding one out to him. "I suppose it's far from the most illegal thing I've done with you." He responded and Peter cracked it open, taking a long sip.

They found themselves on the couch again and sometime between drinking beers and telling each other non sequitur anecdotes they were kissing. Just brushes of their lips against one another as they tried to finish their stories, but ended up putting their beers on the ground and their stories on hold.

"Why don't you sit in my lap." Tony suggested, his voice warm and bright in Peter's ear and Peter shifted himself so that he was straddling Tony's lap and Tony's hands were gripping his ass just right.

Peter was able to press against Tony better this way, able to get closer to him in every way.

"This is kinda kinky actually." Tony remarked, one hand still on Peter's ass and the other cupping the small of his back.

"You suggested it weirdo." Peter remarked, but they both liked how they were positioned so stay that way.

Tony pushed up Peter's shirt and got it over his head so that he could lavish his chest in kisses and marks. The ones on his shoulder had faded away so now Tony was leaving new ones, to reaffirm their connection to one another.

Peter let out a few soft moans, feeling his cock hardening in his pants. He pressed himself up against Tony who he could feel was also hard, but they weren't rushed and they weren't looking to get off so Tony just continued kissing Peter, his teeth edging around his nipple before finally taking the hardened nub between his teeth. Peter let out a gasp and pushed harder into Tony, rutting his cock very minutely against Tony's stomach. He was sitting on his knees now so that Tony could have better access.

Tony's hands moved to Peter's ass and pressed the boys hips closer to his chest so that Peter's cock would rub against Tony's shirt. The friction made Peter's eyes roll to the back of his head and a grunt that sounded a little like 'tony' rolled from his mouth.

"You wanna cum baby?" Tony asked, and though the phrasing was lewd and provocative, Peter understood that Tony was asking for his consent, making sure that Peter was okay with this after the conversation they'd had in the car.

Peter nodded, his cheeks flush with arousal and worked to pull Tony's shirt over his head, and then with little thought Peter pushed down his sweats to below his cock so that it was now pressed skin-to-skin against Tony's chest and Peter let out a shiver at the contact.

"Oh fuck Petey." Tony mumbled. Peter sank back down so that he wasn't standing on his knees anymore and so that he and Tony were at the same height. He used deft fingers to undo the button on Tony's jeans, looking up to receive a reaffirming nod that told Peter this was okay. He pulled Tony's erection from the slit in his boxers and his now open jeans and pressed their cocks together.

He'd done this with Erik before, which he didn't want to think about in the moment, but at least it wasn't entirely new territory for him.

He tried to kiss Tony again but they couldn't coordinate it and so just rested their lips close together, focusing more on shallowly thrusting their hips than making out. Tony wrapped one of his large hands around both him and Peter and Peter could feel every callous and groove of Tony's hand as he fucked up into it, Tony's cock right along with his.

It was more hot, more intense than anything he'd ever done before and Peter could feel himself rapidly coming to a finish. Just a few more strokes and then he was biting his lower lips and coming in low spurts over Tony's hand.

Tony groaned at the sight and moved his hand faster, coming fairly soon after Peter had.

"God you're fucking hot." Tony muttered, reminiscent to something he'd said after their first kiss, also on this couch.

Peter decided to milk it for all it was worth and gather up a bit of cum on the tip of his finger, not being able to differentiate between his and Tony's, and then brought it up to his mouth, cleaning his finger off with exaggerated motions of his tongue. Peter had never tried semen before, but he found that he didn't mind the taste. It wasn't exactly amazing, but it wasn't unpleasant either.

Tony buried his face in the crook up Peter's neck and bit softly in a claiming gesture that almost made Peter feel like he was going to get hard again, but his still sensitive cock wasn't going to go up for another little while.

"We should probably get cleaned up." Peter said after they sat for a few moments, catching their breath before Peter finally got up, pulling his sweats back up and grabbing a wet rag from the kitchen, wiping up all the mess they had made.

"You were okay with that, right Petey?" Tony asked after he was finally tucked back into his jeans and resituated.

"Of course I was. That was amazing. It's just... Like real sex that I'm not ready for." He explained and took a seat on the couch next to Tony, curling up against his side. Tony put an arm around Peter and pulled him up close.

"Well that was pretty fucking amazing, and remember, we'll never do anything you don't want." Tony said, pressing a butterfly kiss to the top of Peter's hair.

"I trust you Tony." Peter made sure to say.

"Probably a bad idea, but good for me." Tony joked and Peter smacked him in the chest.

"Shut up, don't ruin the moment."

And Tony gave Peter one more peck on the lips.