The Avengers 10:09 am.
Spiderman: Hey guys, know it's still early. maybe a meeting at 3?
Ant-Man: ur asking a lot pete (10:11)
Spiderman: You're supposed to be back on school grounds by 12 anyway! (10:12)
Starlord: gotcha cap see ya then (10:15)
Captain America: Sounds good Peter. (10:15)
Ant-Man: oh ya u ~timely~ fuckers making me look bad (10:17)
Winter Solider: be there around 11 Steve! (10:20)
Falcon: i'll roll up like 11 anyway (10:20)
Falcon: fuck you barnes, and keep ur lovey dovey shit in private (10:22)
Winter Soldier: ur just jealous because i loooooove my stevey and ur all alone (10:24)
Captain America: cut it weirdos (10:25)
God of Mischief: once the princess finishes with his hair, we'll be there, on time (10:28)
God of Thunder: fuck u (10:30)
Black Panther: see ya at three Pete (10:31)
Vision: Three o'clock, got it. (10:32)
Drax the Destroyer: ok (10:35)
Spiderman: Looks like we've got everyone, thanks guys! (10:37)
"This whole team is a fucking shit-show." Peter groaned and slid his phone into his pocket. Tony was driving them back, at his own suggestion, and Peter had eagerly gone along with it. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, hadn't gotten much any nights since Christmas really. Peter could attest to the fact that he was actually pretty good at blow jobs now, and he could easily say that he would never get tired of blow jobs from Tony.
"But it's your shit-show." Tony reminded, sending him a joking smile, Peter reached over and pinched Tony's leg, but then let his hand rest on it afterward. "Plus you guys are totally gonna win state this year." Tony added.
"You don't know anything about soccer." Peter protested, he'd watched some games over break and Tony really was completely clueless about soccer.
"I know that you play it and you're good." He joked and Peter squeezed Tony's thigh. "What's got you calling them a shit-show now?"
"Well first of all, I'm in charge of getting everyone ready for state, and second of all, apparently we're getting three sophomore transfers next semester. Three, what am I supposed to do with them? I'm gonna have to start benching people." Peter was stressed out just thinking about having to bench one of his friends so that the new recruits could play.
"Three new students coming in halfway through the year, that's weird." Tony mused, not even picking up on what Peter was really worried about.
"Yeah I don't know. Two of them, Vin and Bradley I think?, are some rich pricks who needed to transfer for 'undisclosed reasons.' The other guy, shit I forget his name, Coach Coulson said that he specifically wanted to play for Cantu. Fucking weird if you ask me." Peter ranted and Tony rested his hand over Peter's.
"You seem a little too worked up about this Petey. You'll do great, you have everyone else on the team backing you up." Tony reassured and Peter nodded, sinking back into the leather seats and his thoughts.
"Wow Scott, super great of you to have finally shown up." Peter drolled with a roll of his eyes for emphasis. Scott had arrived basically right when Peter finished giving his break speech to the team, missing the actual practice entirely.
"This time it was definitely not my fault. I was so busy all of break that I didn't have time to pack up my stuff until this morning, and of course that took basically all day. And long story short, definitely was my fault, but I'm not taking the blame for it." Scott spit out, becoming convoluted towards the end.
"And I wouldn't have expected a different answer from you." Peter said with a bit of a laugh. They were heading up towards the dorms, where Peter presumed Scott hadn't even started putting his stuff away, even though they had classes in the morning and Scott would probably be completely disorganized.
"Hey, by the way, that third transfer student... Fuck what was his name? The big one." Scott said after a moment of silence, the two of them stopping at the stairs leading up to the dorms.
"Yeah, I know who you're talking about." Peter nodded.
"I know him, well I don't know him know him, but he used to date Quill's girl friend apparently. Heard he's a real piece of shit." Scott explained.
Peter had to think for a moment, screwing his eyebrows together. "Okay, so first of all, you're saying that Quill's girl friend is real? And second, this guy already seems weird enough, he specifically wants to play for Cantu. We haven't been that great of a team for a couple years." Not since before Peter had been playing, they'd won state maybe seven years in a row in the nineties but there was nothing suggestive of them making a comeback.
"Yeah, Zoe, she's pretty tight, way out of Quill's league. Anyway, yeah I heard he was just a real piece of work when she and Quill got together. Saying shit like she was the only person he's ever loved, just cringey stuff yaknow?" Scott leaned back against the railing of the stair case.
"I hope this isn't anything to do with Quill, We've already got enough tension between him and Steve, it would just be annoying if there were any more conflicts this school year. Let's just hope that maybe he wants to actually help our team and not screw us over." Peter was honestly worried now. It would just be such a stupid teenage fanfiction level of obvious if the new kid was actually just coming to stir up trouble over a past girl friend.
"Anyway, I forgot something at home so I'm gonna jet back real quick. See ya tomorrow Petey." Scott pushed himself off from against the railing and swung his keys around his finger.
"Bring me a coffee, since I know you're going to stop at Starbucks on the way back." Pete thought that maybe Scott was really just going to Starbucks and hadn't forgotten anything at all.
"You know me too well Pete. Grande iced soy latte?" He double checked, already backing up to walk towards the parking lot.
"You're the one who knows me too well."
The Avengers 8:19 pm.
Starlord: I've got the new recruits nick names: Iron Man, Hulk, and Hawkeye.
Ant-Man: we don't even know them yet! (8:21)
Winter Soldier: yeah it's gotta come naturally (8:23)
Falcon: plus those sound dumb (8:24)
Spiderman: i'll have u kno that scott and i worked very hard on our current nicknames (8:26)
Ant-Man: you don't get any credit petey! you just came up with ant-man for me, and i still think it's insulting (8:29)
Spiderman: but you came up with spiderman for me, same difference (8:31)
Ant-Man: the point is we can't know until we meet them! (8:32)
God of Mischief: is this really that important? (8:35)
Ant-Man: shut up ur just mad because your name was so obvious! (8:38)
Captain America: no one's complained about their names till now, what gives? (8:40)
Vision: Where did these names even come from? (8:42)
Ant-Man: it's a very complicated algorithm whereby I think of a cool name, and assign it to you. (8:45)
It was getting pretty late into the night, Pete was in his pajamas and laying in his bed, a few text books open around him with home work he was getting ahead on. Everyone else seemed to be in the common room or outside. T'Challa was still somewhere so Peter had the room to himself for a bit.
He'd finished up most of the home work that he'd been working on so he shot off a quick text to Tony.
Sent: Tony 8:50 pm.
miss falling asleep with you :(
Peter had gotten so used to sleeping every night in his tiny bed with Tony that his dorm bed felt almost too big for just him. He wanted Tony to hold him as he fell asleep, wanted to be able to snuggle against him.
He picked one of his notebooks back up and absentmindedly worked on an essay for English while he awaited a reply from Tony. He wasn't able to get very deep into his work as he was more busy thinking about when Tony would text him back.
Received: Tony 9:01 pm.
I miss you too Petey. My house is too big.
Peter thought about his response for just a moment. He could easily just say 'goodnight' and end their exchange there, or he could say something more suggestive. He'd never really talked dirty over texting before. It seemed kind of weird and impersonal, but Peter really wanted to have at least some kind of exchange with Tony tonight, and he was a little too tired to try and hold an actual conversation. They were good enough at that in person anyway.
Sent: Tony 9:10 pm.
I wish you were here, doing that stuff with me that we did...
Okay, so maybe Peter didn't actually just go for it with the dirty talk, but he was still a little shy around it. He was shy enough talking about sex stuff in person that he doubted he would be any better when they weren't face to face.
Received: Tony 9:12 pm.
What stuff Petey?
And Peter would have thought that maybe Tony just wasn't getting the message, but there was something about the way he wrote it that made Peter think Tony new exactly what he'd been hinting at.
Peter struggled with figuring out what he wanted to say next. He wanted to just say it outright, but at the same time he was nervous to. What if Tony really wasn't understanding?
Finally, Peter just bit the bullet and typed out a response.
Sent: Peter 9:20 pm.
Like having your cock in my mouth.
Maybe it was a little too forward, but it conveyed exactly what Peter wanted to say. Peter loved having Tony suck him off, but more than that he was elated whenever Tony came because of his mouth, it was an amazing feeling to have that much control over the man.
Received: Tony 9:22 pm.
You liked that? You were so good for me, taking me in your mouth.
Peter felt his body flush at being told he was 'good' by Tony. It seemed like such high praise, and it made his cock swell a bit in his thin pajama bottoms. He looked towards the door, where T'Challa could walk in at anytime, and the pulled the curtain around his bed closed.
He realized that if he was actually jerking off, the curtain wouldn't offer him much privacy, but at least if he kept him mouth shut he might be able to get away with it. And Peter could definitely tell, that unless Tony stopped things right now, he would be jerking off tonight.
Sent: Tony 9:24 pm.
I like being good for you. I would do anything.
Peter was being almost completely serious, there were obviously a few things that he and Tony hadn't done over Christmas break, but Tony respected his boundaries. They hadn't gotten past more than one finger inside of him, and Peter didn't know when they would. He wasn't holding onto his virginity for any particular reason, he just didn't feel comfortable yet.
It wasn't that he didn't feel comfortable with Tony, they'd already gotten far past when Peter had previously done. It was just that Peter didn't want to go so far so fast. He didn't see any reason to when they both obviously liked what they were currently doing.
Received: Tony 9:26 pm.
You're gonna be the death of me.
And then, before Peter had a chance to think of a response, Tony had texted him again.
Received: Tony 9:26 pm.
Are you alone?
Sent: Tony 9:27 pm.
Yes.
Peter wondered what this would bring, why Tony would want to know if he was alone, other than to send him pictures, but Peter wouldn't get that ahead of himself.
Received: Tony 9:30 pm.
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In the message was a picture of Tony, wearing sweatpants but gripping his obviously erect cock. Peter could see the entire outline of it through Tony's sweats and he had to take in a deep breath, feeling his body flush again.
He pushed the waistband of his pajamas under his cock and couldn't wait before giving it a quick stroke. Pre-cum was already leaking at the top, Peter got very wet. He had to force himself to stop after a moment, realizing that Tony would be expecting a picture back. Actually, he was such a good guy that he probably wasn't expecting a picture back but Peter would sent one.
He angled his camera to get his hand tightly around his dick, turning the flash on so that Tony would be able to see the slick sheen of pre-cum that he was using as lube to jerk himself off.
Sent: Tony 9:35 pm.
Look at how wet you made me.
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Peter tried to control how fast he was stroking his hand, even going so far as to circle his fingers at the base so that he wouldn't ejaculate. If he and Tony were really gonna do this then he wanted to cum at the same time as Tony. He wanted to see a picture of Tony covered in his own semen.
The idea of sending pictures was just so dirty and risky that Peter knew he wasn't going to last that long. He already didn't have much stamina, this might just put him over the edge.
Received: Tony 9:39 pm.
Fuck Petey, look at that mess you made, all for me. Can you make a bigger mess for me sweetheart?
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This time it was a picture of Tony holding his erection in his hand, Peter could tell that he was standing up, the background made it look like it was his kitchen, so he wasn't even in his bed. He was just standing in the middle of his kitchen jacking off to pictures of Peter.
Peter really didn't think he was going to last longer.
His impending orgasm was stopped short by the sound of the door opening and closing, T'Challa coming in.
"Hey Pete, you awake?" He asked, voice low in case Peter was sleeping. Pete scrambled for a moment before realizing that the curtain was closed and TC couldn't see him. He couldn't tell what Peter was doing just a few feet away from him.
"Yeah I'm still up." He whispered back, even though there wasn't really a point since they were both awake.
"Is it cool if I watch some shows? I don't wanna keep you up but I'm almost done with the office, like an hour left." TC asked and Peter realized that nothing better could have happened. This would give him the perfect opportunity to make at least a little noise. He obviously couldn't moan or anything, but at least the sounds of his hand moving over himself wouldn't be so obvious.
"Uh, yeah, no worries!" Peter said back and sighed in contentment when he heard TC getting his lap top out.
Sent: Tony 9:48 pm.
My roommate just came in.
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Peter took another quick shot of himself with his hand around his cock, this time panning the camera so that Tony would be able to see more of the tops of his thighs and a bit of his stomach.
Received: Tony 9:50 pm.
Do we need to stop?
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Even with the cautionary words Tony had included a photo of himself, holding up his shirt and letting his erection bow heavily between his legs. Peter loved the size of Tony's cock, it was just big enough that it wasn't intimidating, but it no way was it small. It was long and had a considerable girth to it. It swung to one side when it wasn't being held up and Peter had to shove his hand against his mouth to keep from making a noise.
Sent: Peter 9:52 pm.
Don't worry, I can keep myself quiet.
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Peter had shoved part of his blanket in his mouth to keep himself from making too many noises. In his picture it showed his chest and his cock still, but also included his face, and him biting down visibly hard on the blanket.
Received: Tony 9:55 pm.
I can't believe your doing this with someone just a few feet away. You're fucking perfect.
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Peter muted his phone and then played the clip. It was only a few seconds long, just Tony thrusting leisurely into his fist a few times, Peter could clearly see he was leaning against the kitchen cabinets now, pressing against them as he drew back, only to thrust back into the tight circle again.
Sent: Peter 9:59 pm.
What can I do to make you cum?
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Peter sent a similar video of himself stroking up and down his erection. He turned the flash on against so that Tony could see the pre-cum helping his hand glide over the smooth skin.
What he really wanted to see was Tony cumming on video, to be able to go back whenever he wanted to and view the video again. He wouldn't have to imagine Tony orgasming at night when he wasn't there, he could just watch a video, porn made just for him.
Received: Tony 10:01 pm.
Finger yourself. One finger, take it slow sweetheart.
There wasn't a picture of video this time and Peter had to work quickly to get his finger inside if he wanted another one. TC was watching his show a bit louder than would be considered polite so Peter figured he could make at least a little bit of noise.
He spit onto his forefinger and then shoved it into his mouth, running his tongue over it and getting it as wet as possible. Tony had used lube a few times with his fingers, but for such a small intrusion, spit seemed like it would be enough.
He pushed his finger in slowly, getting used to the feel again. It was foreign putting his own finger inside of him, but at the same time felt more natural. He liked Tony's thick fingers, they were a little bit bigger than Peter's, he didn't feel as full.
Sent: Peter 10:09 pm.
Is this good?
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Peter took a short clip of himself pushing his finger in and out of himself, slowly at first and then gaining speed. He was trying to find the spot that Tony always found, but he just couldn't quite get to it. Tony could hit it dead on every time, Tony could do a lot of things better.
Received: Tony 10:12 pm.
God look at you. Working yourself open like that, does it feel good Petey?
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Tony was thrusting his hips into his fist faster now, erratically and like he was going to orgasm soon. Peter didn't want this to end quite yet though, so he shot back another response to Tony, this time without a picture.
Sent: Tony 10:15 pm.
Can I put two inside?
Peter didn't really know why he was asking permission. It was his body, he could do what he wanted. But he liked it when Tony told him he was doing a good job, and he didn't want Tony to get mad that he wasn't the one to put two fingers inside of him for the first time.
Received: Tony 10:17 pm.
Fuck yes you can.
He had to pull his finger out so that he could coat his middle finger in saliva, making sure to get it absolutely dripping before he moved his hand back down to his ass. He started filming a video before he even put his fingers inside so that Tony could see him slip one finger in, and then the other.
He took a moment to adjust to the feeling of having two inside of him. He had to push in slower than usual, but the stretch wasn't that much greater than one of Tony's thick, calloused fingers.
When he bottomed out at his knuckles Peter wondered momentarily what he was supposed to do, he thrust the two fingers in and out a few times, setting a rhythm, before he realized that scissoring them inside of him made the stretch even better. He finally hit his prostate and had to brace his head against his pillow, tightening the muscles in his jaw.
Peter finally stopped the video at a minute and a half of him opening himself up. Tony would be able to clearly see his fingers stretching himself wider and wider. He wondered what more fingers would feel like, Peter loved the stretch. Just one finger inside of him hadn't really been much of a stretch, but two introduced him to the fact that he loved it.
Sent: Tony 10:21 pm.
I wish they were yours.
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Barely a minute passed before Tony was texting him back, another video of him jerking off, but this time it was slower, like he was trying to stave off his orgasm.
Received: Tony 10:22 pm.
I would stretch you out so good Peter. For hours, three, four fingers. You're so good for me, you're doing such a good job.
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Peter hastily typed out a reply, not bothering to send anything with it.
Sent: Tony 10:23 pm.
Can i do three?
Again he was asking Tony permission. The man would have no way of knowing if Peter really put three inside of himself, but Peter would feel bad. He wanted Tony to be the first person to do that to him, but he was so turned on that he also just wanted it to happen right now.
Received: Tony 10:25 pm.
Let's stick with two tonight. You're so good asking me though. Are you going to cum soon?
Sent: Tony 10:27 pm.
I like it when you tell me I'm being good.
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Peter had pulled his fingers out and gone back to jacking himself off in the video, which had brought him to completion sooner than he would have expected. In the video Peter stroked himself until he came in slow thick spurts over his hand until it was covered.
He panned the camera up to his face and brought his semen covered hand up so that he could lick off the mess he made, tasting himself and letting his eyes roll back into his head at all the sensations around him.
Received: Tony 10:30 pm.
Do you? Because you're perfect, everything you do. Look at how well you cleaned your mess.
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Tony was orgasming in the video, his semen coming out in ropes over his hand and when he was finally done he turned the camera down to where his seed was coating the floor. Peter wished it was in his mouth instead.
Sent: Tony 10:31 pm.
I miss you.
He had tucked himself back into his pants and cleaned the mess with a spare shirt that was on his bed, he would have to deal with that in the morning. Right now he just wanted to go to bed, he was tired.
Received: Tony 10:33 pm.
I miss you too Petey. See you in the morning.
Peter got up early in the morning, as he usually did.
The first thing he did was change into his running clothes, before he took his semen covered shirt to the bathroom to wash some of the cum out of it. He threw it in the laundry hamper after, but at least it wouldn't be so terribly obvious that he'd used the shirt to clean himself up.
The air outside was crisp, but no longer cold. They'd gone through the worst of the winter season and now soccer would be in full swing. The track was empty and it was still dark outside as he started running, but it helped clear his mind.
He liked the praise that Tony had given him last night, and he wondered if that made him a little weird. He'd heard about kinks before of course, but he wasn't really sure if that was a kink. He just liked it when Tony told him he was doing good, even if they were working on equations or fixing a car he liked it. It made him feel proud, that he'd made Tony proud.
Peter had also never fingered himself before but he really enjoyed working himself open. He liked it when Tony's fingers were inside of him too, but he wondered just how erotic it would be if he worked himself open to take Tony's cock. Peter had to stop thinking about that before he would get an erection in the middle of running.
Math would be hard today with Tony standing at the front of the room. He would probably wear pants that were just a little too tight for him, and maybe if Peter was lucky he would have on a tee shirt that hugged at his biceps.
Peter shook his head harshly to get rid of these thoughts as he slowed his run and jogged back to the dorms so he could change and head down to breakfast. He uniform was neatly pressed and he pulled it on without waking TC, who had watched TV for more like four hours last night. Peter had been so tired though that he hadn't minded.
Loki was loitering in the hall as Peter left his room and Peter raised an eyebrow at him. "Waiting for someone?" He asked, falling into step with Loki as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"Yeah, you. I had some questions about the new players." He explained as they walked. Peter didn't usually see Loki this early, he didn't usually see anyone this early.
"I don't really know much more about them then what I told you yesterday." Pete said, everyone was expecting him to know everything, but he just didn't.
"I just wanted to know who you're going to have to bench." Ah, that Pete did know. He knew what positions each of the knew people played, and thus, by default, he knew the people he was going to have to occasionally bench.
"Getting benched isn't that big of a deal Lokes. I mean these guys can always play half games." Peter answered. It probably wouldn't be in their best interests for the to happen, but still they could.
"That doesn't sound like good news." Loki said grimly as they worked their way through the breakfast line and then took seats.
"Yeah alright, the guy Vin, he's a goalie. You're gonna have to be benched a few games." Pete finally admitted.
He probably should have expected Loki to get petulant and angry, but it still surprised him a bit when Loki shoved his food tray away, got up, and simply walked off.
Figures, Pete thought to himself. Loki really didn't like competition. And now he had one more person to deal with that would be mad at him about this. The other two players he would have to bench were Bucky and Scott.
Bucky Pete wasn't too worried about. He'd just had major surgery on his arm over the summer and sometimes it seemed like he got a little worn out during games, so it might actually be good to have someone to sub in for him. Bucky was pretty head strong though, so Peter figured their might be some friction there.
Weirdly enough, Peter was king of worried about Scott. The man didn't much act it, but he was pretty full of himself, and probably wasn't going to relinquish control to another person he barely knew without putting up a fight. Pete just hoped that Scott realized it was all business, and they would remain friends.
This was the shit-show that he'd been worried about.
The rest of the team filtered in as it got later in the morning until the table was full up of players, everyone except Loki and Scott who was running late to breakfast. Almost as soon as most of the team had sat down, some of them were leaving to go to their classes or drifting off to talk to other people, and then Peter realized he actually had to go to math and watch Tony teach for a whole period.
Supposedly, Peter should be learning things in math, but he doubted much of that would be happening with Tony teaching him.
He and Steve walked in amicable silence towards the math room, they made a bit of small talk but didn't have a lot to talk about.
Tony wasn't in the room yet when Peter got there, he must have been in his office. So Peter got his books out, opening his notebook to the homework he'd done over winter break.
When the bell rang and Tony finally came out of his office, he started the class off. "Good to see you guys, and as always, announcements..." Tony droned on about everything they needed to know, but all Peter could focus on was the discreet bracelet on his wrist, that in tiny letters read: Peter.