"I'm in an inappropriate relationship with my math teacher." Peter rushed out, not giving much thought to what he was saying, just impulsively putting it out there.
They were four days into winter break now, just five away from Christmas, and three away from Tony leaving. Tony had taken an important call about three hours ago that had turned into him sitting in front of his computer, frantically writing things down on a piece of paper, and mostly listening to the voice on the other end. After about an hour and a half of Peter trying to entertain himself, very quietly, and without Tony, Peter had decided to make other plans.
He'd texted Michelle and Ned, his old friends from public school who had been keen for a meet-up. Pete saw them a ton over the summer, but he wasn't sure if they were going to get together over winter or not. He'd slipped Tony a note that said 'going out with friends. taking the car. see ya later :)' and Tony had given him a chaotic, but genuine smile and a nod.
"You're in a what now?" Michelle asked, leaning over her coffee and speaking in barely above a whisper. Peter wasn't worried about people over-hearing him. They were in the back section of a local coffee shop that had been almost completely empty when they entered. Still though, Michelle probably had a point, so Peter lowered his voice as well.
"I'm dating my math teacher." He reiterated and Michelle leaned back. Ned was just kind of staring open mouthed at Peter, his hand gripping what was probably way too hot of a coffee.
His friends were both silent for a moment. Michelle looked wrapped up in her own thoughts and Ned just still looked shocked out of his pants.
"We can just move on and you can forget I ever said anything." Peter tried to remedy the conversation. They'd previously been talking about AP scored when Peter had just kind of abruptly segued the conversation. He wasn't even sure why he brought it up, it was just that he needed to get it off his chest, he needed to tell someone.
Scott seemed like an obvious choice, but he could get a little loose-lipped when he was drunk. Loki would be another option, but Peter wasn't really sure if he would be able to emotionally connect with Loki. Telling Loki would just be telling someone for the sake of telling them, plus Loki was known to back stab when it was advantageous to him.
"No... No. Can you like, explain more?" Ned finally asked after quite a bit of awkward silence.
"I just, well, we just, sort of starting making out one day? And then now he's spending part of winter break at the apartment." Peter realized that he was just making a lot more questions through his explanation, Michelle picked up on one first.
"Wait, you're saying May is cool with this?" She asked, screwing her eyebrows up together.
"No, no, no, she's in out of the state with some old lady friends. Tony's gonna be out of the place by the time she gets back." Peter rambled off and took another anxious sip of his black coffee.
"So you're dating a sixty year old and sneaking around behind everyone's backs? Pete you realize how illegal this is, right?" Michelle questioned, leaning over the table again, but this time as a slightly intimidating gesture.
"First of all, he's only thirty-five, second, yeah Michelle we both understand the implications. We uh, I mean, I'm graduating this year and Tony's not teaching after this year... So..." Peter trailed off, not exactly sure what he was arguing, or even if he was trying to prove a point.
"So what Peter? You really think you're gonna have a future with this guy? You think he's not just fucking you because you're young a cute? Peter there's some seriously weird undertones to all of this. Someone's gonna get hurt, and I'm not saying it's gonna be you, but it's definitely gonna be you." Michelle spat off in rapid fire, sounding very impassioned at the moment. It wasn't often that Michelle got worked up over something, but apparently this was enough.
"I mean... He seems to want a future with me." Peter said, sounding a little unsure of himself now. He knew that Tony didn't have any ulterior motives, he just had to make Michelle understand that.
"That's ridiculous Peter." Michelle scoffed.
"I don't know Michelle, I mean my mom's like twelve years older than my dad. They met when he was thirty... But If they'd met when he was Peter's age it would have been kind of the same situation. It's not like it's impossible." Ned interjected and Peter flashed them a smile.
"I just don't get it, like what do you guys even have in common?" Michelle questioned, leaning back in her seat once again. She looked like she might be kind of close to giving up, but Peter could never tell with her.
"He's an engineer. We fixed up this old car together... I just, we haven't even had sex and we first kissed like over a month ago. He's not even pushing for it. He likes me for who I am." Peter said with a shrug and Michelle pursed her lips but then nodded her head.
"I don't really understand, but your secret it safe with us." She assured.
Peter felt his phone vibrating his pocket and pulled it out, seeing that it was Aunt May calling. "Uh, It's May, I gotta take this real quick." Peter didn't leave the booth or anything, just answered the phone and talked in a slightly more hushed tone. "Hey May." He greeted.
"Hello Peter, how is your break going?" She asked, but she didn't really sound great. Her voice was gravelly and rough, kind of like she had a cold.
"It's going alright, excited to see you." He said sweetly, and it was true, he was excited to see May. Peter loved spending time with her, she'd basically been his best friend until he met Ned.
"Well Peter, things aren't really going as expected. The doctors say I have pneumonia." She explained and then Peter understood why her voice sounded so rough.
"What do you mean? Are you in the hospital?" He questioned, not being able to believe their little family's luck. It was like everything was going right for Peter, so nothing was going right for Aunt May.
"I am. They say it seems pretty bad but I think that's pish posh, I feel fine. Well, maybe a little sick. They just want me to stay for a while." She explained, finally getting to the point.
"How bad?" He asked, focusing on that aspect. May had glazed over that fact.
"Bad." Was all May responded with and Peter understood her meaning.
"Alright... I, well, I'll be fine here. I just want you to get better." He rested his forehead in his hand with a sigh and blinked his eyes a few times.
"I will, I love you Peter." She said.
"Love you too May." And then she hung up first, but Peter held the phone against his ear for a moment longer. "I'm uh, I'm gonna head home. May has pneumonia. She won't make it back for Christmas." He explained quickly, putting his phone back in his pocket.
"Oh dude, I'm sorry. That sucks. She gonna be okay?" Ned asked as Peter was packing his stuff up, downing the rest of his coffee and pulling his keys out of his pocket.
"Yeah, she thinks so. It's just pneumonia. Can't be that bad." He rationalized, but it was mostly for his own sake.
"Sorry for freaking out at you Petey. I hope she feels better." Michelle told him and Peter fixed her with a nod.
Outside it was viciously blowing snow and Peter wished that he'd brought a warmer coat than his hoodie, which he zipped up to the top and pulled his hood on. He clicked the car keys and slipped inside, turning the heat on full blast and peeling out of his parking spot.
He brought his hand up to wipe the cold snow from his face and found that somewhere along the walk to his car he'd started silently crying, warm tears mixing with cold melted snow.
Once he realized that he was crying he couldn't really make himself stop. What the fuck does 'bad' pneumonia mean? He thought to himself and rubbed his brow. May was all he had left and he couldn't lose her. It would devastate him, it would absolutely ruin him. Tony wasn't a fucking substitute for her. She was basically his mom.
Shit.
Peter pulled into the parking garage attached to his apartment and tried to steady himself next to the wheel for a moment, but all he wanted to do was go curl in a ball in Tony's arms. He supposed he could do just that since the man was only upstairs.
He turned the car off and locked the doors before heading up to the apartment and entering, rather loudly before he realized that Tony was still on the phone. Peter had been gone for at least an hour, and he hadn't stopped listening to the person at the other end.
Peter's eyes were still wet and the corners were brimming a little with new tears, but Peter quickly wiped them away, going to the kitchen and grabbing some cold pasta from last night. He popped it in the microwave and then took a seat on the couch, but wasn't really focusing on eating as much as he was on trying not to cry or make any noises.
Finally, Tony turned around to look at Peter, just to smile at him, and then he noticed that Peter, quite obviously, was not doing very well and Tony seemed to hasten his phone conversation.
"That all sounds great... The New York building?... I thought you said the Los Angeles one was better?... Alright, New York building it is, what was the cost on that again?... Put in an offer well above asking if we're serious... What was your name again?... Ah, yes, well thanks Virginia, I'll be in contact." And then Tony hung up and closed his computer screen. He piled his notes in a more organized fashion before walking over to sit next to Peter on the couch. "What's wrong Petey?" Tony asked.
Peter had stopped crying at this point, but he was still just feeling pretty glum all over. It would be his first Christmas without Aunt May, ever. They'd even done Christmas together when his parents were still alive. "May's sick, she can't make it back for Christmas." He moped as Tony wrapped him up in his arms.
"Oh Pete." He said softly and pressed a kiss to the top of Peter's head.
"It's gonna be my first Christmas without her." He mumbled and Tony just held him in his arms for a moment. Everything was quiet in the apartment and outside and Peter just let himself listen to the sounds of Tony breathing.
"I'll stay for Christmas Pete. You won't be alone." Tony promised and Peter nodded weakly against his chest.
He just didn't even want to have to think about it at the moment, the thought of Aunt May actually not making Christmas dinner or helping him put the tree up was pretty grim for him.
"What was your phone call about?" He finally asked, quietly from his place smashed against Tony's chest.
"A woman that was referred to me as a personal assistant." He explained briefly, but it didn't really give Peter enough information.
"Personal assistant?" He questioned.
"Yeah, I mentioned Stark Industries to you the other day, I'm really trying to get it off the ground within the next few years and Natasha told me Virginia Potts was a go-getter who could handle stuff I don't like. Such as real estate." Tony rambled off and Peter nodded along. He hadn't realized just how serious Tony was about having his own tech company... But he figured if anyone could do it, it was Tony. It wasn't like Tony was some high school drop out wannabe, he was an established name in engineering with a lot of money, he could make things happen.
"Is she pretty?" Peter joked, no real meaning behind it.
"Dunno, haven't met her yet. Not as pretty as you." Tony answered easily and leaned back into the couch, pulling Peter so they were basically on top of one another.
"How do you know if you haven't seen her?" Peter asked.
"Cause you're the prettiest in the world." And Peter probably should have been offended that he'd just been called 'pretty' instead of handsome, but he couldn't really care. Tony was the sweetest man in the world.
It was December 24th and Peter realized that he'd made a huge mistake as he stalked through the mall. It was going to be absolutely impossible for him to find a Christmas present for Tony this late in the game.
He already had something, but he wasn't really sure whether he was actually going to give it to Tony. It was kind of dumb.
So there he was, one in the afternoon the day before Christmas, desperately waiting for something to speak to him.
He'd always been pretty terrible at giving presents, and Tony had said he wasn't going to go over board for Christmas like he had for Peter's birthday. It was just... Peter kind of wanted to go over board for him.
He knew a ton about Tony, but none of it seemed to suffice for a Christmas present.
With a frustrated huff, Peter decided that he definitely wasn't going to find anything for Tony at this point, and he would just have to give the man what he'd already found and hope it was good enough. Knowing Tony, the mans present was probably going to be outrageously thoughtful and would probably make Peter cry.
It was actually nice outside for once and he wasn't worried about skidding in his car. He had all the groceries for a good Christmas Eve dinner in the back of the car that he would throw together in the hopes of making something even close to what Aunt May could do.
They hadn't decorated the apartment, Peter hadn't really felt like doing it without May. They didn't even buy a tree.
She was doing a little better, at least out of what the doctors had called the 'danger zone' for now, and would probably be out of the hospital in a week or two. Peter wished that she could have at least been with her friends for Christmas instead of in a stupid hospital bed.
He and Tony had gone out a few times together in the past few days, mostly just to small restaurants where they could have some privacy. Peter wasn't exactly worried about being found out, but they looked like they had an obvious age difference and a lot of people still knew him in town, and knew that he was a high school student. Wasn't hard to figure out that Tony obviously wasn't a high school student.
Michelle had texted him a long apology that just kind of explained how she didn't understand how, or why, he was into such an older man, but she wouldn't treat Peter any differently because of it, and she didn't really care enough to get worked up anyway. She assured him that his secret was safe with her and Ned, and finally she wished Peter the best for a future between him and Tony. The whole thing was very sweet and Peter hoped that they would remain good friends.
He wondered how things would be when Tony was a well-known, successful entrepreneur, handsome, charming... And when things would come out eventually that Tony was dating such a young kid... If they were even still dating then. Peter wouldn't entertain the idea that they wouldn't be.
"Hey I'm back." Peter called out as he entered the apartment with arms full of bags. There was something different about the apartment that he noticed as soon as he walked in. It smelled nice, kind of like cinnamon and pine needles. He dropped the bags in the kitchen and looked for Tony in the living room, where he was standing next to a moderately sized pine tree, covered in his and May's Christmas ornaments.
Tony hadn't put up all of the boxes of decorations, but he'd put up just enough to make it feel like home. To make it feel like a Tony and Peter Christmas. It was special, and Peter could just stare at Tony in disbelief.
"I can't believe you." Peter muttered, staring at the tree. It had all the average ornaments on it, and then the dumb ones that Peter had made in elementary school, a memorial photo of his parents, one of Uncle Ben, and a few super hero's that Peter had liked through the years.
"I'm pretty great." Tony responded nonchalantly.
"You're fucking amazing if I'm being honest. This is exactly what I needed." Peter breathed and then pulled Tony into a tight hug, trying to pour all of his emotions from the week into it.
"Let's get dinner started and maybe if you're lucky, Santa will bring you some presents in the morning." Tony joked and herded Peter into the kitchen.
"Shut up. And you better not have gotten me too much, just being with you is a present enough as it is." Peter said as he started taking things out of the grocery bags, putting some things away and setting other things that he needed right away to the side.
"Jokes on you, the gift is my presence." Tony said cheekily and grabbed Peter's hips from behind, pulling them back against Tony's. There wasn't any real sexual thought to it, but it made Peter's pulse race anyway.
"Shove off, we can't have sex on Christmas eve. We have to go to bed early." Peter chastised.
Early in the morning, maybe around seven, Peter woke up. He'd hoped to wake up before Tony but hadn't really figured out a way to make sure that he did. Luckily, Tony was still fast asleep.
He'd thought about a new potential Christmas present for Tony as he was going to bed the night before, and now would be the perfect time to execute it.
Peter hadn't actually given a blowjob before, but he'd always thought waking up to one was a pretty hot thing. Plus it always seemed to go over well in porn.
He and Erik hadn't ever done that to each other, so Peter hoped that he would be alright, and tried to throw caution to the wind as he peeled the blanket off of both of them and very slowly crept down around Tony's thighs. It wasn't like the man had to stay asleep for a long time, just to be groggy enough so that he didn't realize what was happening until his cock was in Peter's mouth.
Deft fingers slipped Tony's cock out of the slit in his boxers, looking up at Tony every few seconds to see if he was stirring. The man didn't seem to be too sensitive while asleep so he slowly lowered his mouth down on the soft length.
It fit in his mouth easily when it wasn't hard and Peter may have gotten a little too much confidence from that fact. He'd seen Tony's erection before and he would do well to remember that it was impressive.
He rolled it around on his tongue for a moment until he finally started to feel it stiffen up against him, press against his tongue with force instead of just bobbing back. Tony was shifting now, his body moving.
Peter vaguely wondered if it was unwise for him to sneak up like this on a combat veteran, but he was already a little too far gone to take it back and Tony's cock was starting to get much bigger in his mouth, the girth of it stretching the corners of his lips and forcing him to breathe almost completely through his nose.
Finally, one of Tony's hands threaded through Peter's hair and he blinked his eyes softly until they focused down on Peter, who had momentarily stopped his sucking to see what Tony would do.
"Petey?" His voice came out, groggy and barely above a whisper. "Holy shit." He muttered and his cock jumped a bit in Peter's mouth, he took that as a sign to keep going.
As Tony reached full hardness Peter was having trouble going up and down, until he could finally just go about halfway down Tony's shaft before gagging a little. He brought one of his hands up to make up for the difference and was setting a steady rhythm with his hands and his mouth, bobbing up and down as Tony rolled his head back and rested his hand loosely on top of Peter's head, a reaffirming gesture.
Peter could tell that Tony was probably getting close to orgasm so he looked up at Tony from under his lashes, raising one eyebrow.
"Yeah, fuck Pete. You should pull off." He insisted but Peter didn't pull off, he just kept swiping his tongue over the tip of Tony's cock and hollowing his cheeks. He was doing just things that he had seen in videos before, and he hoped it was working.
Tony made a noise low in his throat and then liquid was spurting into Peter's mouth, overflowing the edges as he pulled off so that semen dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Peter tried to swallow as much as he could but the last few drops simply hit his lips as he couldn't swallow anymore.
"Merry Christmas." Peter whispered, a coy smirk on his lips.
"Damn, that was the best fucking Christmas present I think I've ever gotten." Tony panted a bit, trying to come back to himself, before flipping Peter over onto his back. "But I think I should return the favor."
And before Peter could say anything, Tony was taking all of his cock into his mouth and sucking hard. Peter didn't have time to wonder how Tony was able to get all of him in his mouth, or why he seemed to be a sex God. His entire body was over taken with just how much pleasure he was receiving.
He wasn't sure how long he would last with Tony's mouth around him, maybe just seconds. Tony pulled off probably right before Peter would have orgasmed, making him whimper pitifully, and then stuck a finger in his own mouth, getting it dripping wet.
Tony returned his mouth to Peter's erection and his wet finger circled Peter's opening, just toying with it as Peter keened his hips upward. Peter hadn't had anyone play with his ass like this before, and it was making his dick pulse in Tony's moth.
The finger pressed against the hole and then Peter felt himself getting breached. It was one of the strangest things he'd ever felt, but intensely erotic knowing that it was Tony giving him this kind of pleasure.
"Oh fuck." Peter breathed and canted his hips down against the finger, curiosity overtaking him and wondering just what it would feel like deeper.
Tony pushed the finger all the way in, not taking it slowly, just all at once there was an entire finger inside of Peter and he had to clench his stomach painfully to keep from cumming.
Tony's mouth had slowed down a little on Peter's cock, obviously trying to keep him from cumming for a moment as he worked him open. Peter understood that they weren't going to have sex, Tony wasn't even hard again, but he liked this all the same. Any other time he would have thought this was too much, but at the moment it was perfect.
"Can you take another one?" Tony asked, pulling off of his cock just a little.
Peter came back to himself for a second and shook his head. "N-no, just one." He responded and Tony went back to perfectly fucking his mouth with Peter's cock and thrusting the finger in and out of Peter's ass, curling it and rutting it all the way to the hilt.
When Peter came he couldn't even give Tony warning. The man pulled off and got cum on his cheeks, dripping down his face, and his finger pulled out of Peter's ass.
"Was that good?" Tony asked, part of it being Tony's cockiness, and another part was Tony genuinely wondering if that was all alright with Tony.
"Yeah, yeah, that was good." He emphasized.
"We should just stay in bed all day." Tony grumbled and held on tight to Peter's torso.
"We should clean the cum off of ourselves before it dries on." He pointed out and the slowly Tony disentangled himself, pulling Peter off of the bed with him.
"Yeah, yeah, I gotta give you your other present anyway." Tony responded, tucking himself back into his shorts and grabbing a towel from the bathroom, getting it adequately wet before rubbing it over his chest, tenderly clearing the drying liquid off of Peter as well.
"I don't think I can take many more presents." Peter complained, flashing Tony a wink and taking a seat on the couch. Thankfully Tony hadn't gone overboard, there were only two presents underneath the tree. One for Peter and one for Tony.
"You're a kid, I could have you hard again in five minutes." Tony tempted and grabbed the presents, taking a seat next to Peter and handing him his.
"Please don't test that." Peter whined, his body was sore from all the orgasms he'd had seen Tony had arrived. Most of the time they'd jacked each other off, but a few times they'd simply watched each other or rutted against one another.
"Whatever. Can I open mine?" Tony asked, turning the small parcel over in his hands.
"Yeah, It's kind of stupid... But... Well, I thought of you." Was all Peter had to offer up in explanation for the present before Tony was pulling it open.
Underneath the paper was a white box, like the kind you would put a necklace in. Peter had bough that separately. Tony was obviously intrigued as he pulled the top of the box off and then broke out into a grin.
"Told you it was stupid." Peter mumbled.
"It's not stupid. It's cute. Way cuter what I got you." Tony commented and pulled it out of the box. It was a bracelet, the cheap kind you got from the gas station that had every different common name on it. It was just simple small blue beads, and in tiny letters they spelled out PETER. Peter hadn't actually seen Tony ever wear jewelry, but the man loved flaunting his things. While Peter didn't really think of himself as a thing, he was still Tony's. "I'm gonna wear to class, and no kid is going to be able to tell that you're my Peter. I'll be bragging about you in plain sight." Tony said and slid it onto his wrist before tightening it with the pulley.
Peter had to admit that it was actually kind of hot Tony would do that. It wasn't much of a risk since their were hundreds of thousands of people named Peter and the writing was so small that no one would be able to read it if Tony was at the front of the classroom, but it was thrilling still to have Tony showing off the fact that he was Peters and Peter was his in front of everyone.
He looked down at the package in his hands then. It was shaped like a piece of paper, but hard like a folder of a picture frame. When he pulled the paper off he saw that it was a leather folder, inside several typed pages.
On one side the stack of papers said 'Letter of Recommendation for Peter Parker from Dr. Bruce Banner ' and in the other pocket of the folder it said 'Letter of Recommendation for Peter Parker from Sgt. Anthony E. Stark.'
"You actually wrote me a letter of rec to MIT? And you got Mr. Banner to as well?" Peter gushed out, skimming some of the pages quickly. They said mostly standard stuff, but Peter had never seem something like this written to talk him up.
"Yeah, kind of lame of me to give you a present you can't really keep, but Bruce was more than happy to write you one. I'll send that in for you as soon as I can." Tony promised.
"No, Tony this is perfect. This could be everything. You could have literally just gotten me into MIT, I think that's the best Christmas present." Peter closed the folder finally in his hands and his his fingers over the leather again. "I can't believe you're mine." Peter said under his breath.
"I'm the one dating the cute, super-genius. I can't believe you're mine." Tony corrected.
"But I have the sexy, actual super-genius. So I win." Peter retorted.
Tony's only response was to cup Peter's jaw and pull him in for a kiss, letting the folder and any worries they had, slide to the floor.