I can't go to prom with you
The text sat, unsent as Peter stared at it.
He couldn't go to prom with Erik. He didn't know what had driven him to say yes in the first place.
"Just get it over with Pete. Bandaid, remember?" Scott said, lazing on Pete's bed as he attempted to read an assigned novel. He hadn't gotten very far into it.
"Bandaid my ass. Remember last time I did something that pissed Erik off?" Peter asked and sent an incredulous look to Scott, who just rolled his eyes and went back to reading his book.
Finally, about five minutes later, Peter sent the message, and then waited in trepidation for a response.
"If he hits me again, I'm blaming it on you." Pete said and slipped his phone into his pocket, pulling out some school books.
It was Thursday night and he'd agreed to go to prom with Thor's friend a few days ago, had just been procrastinating for quite some time.
"That's fair." Scott finally agreed.
Received: Tony 8:52 pm.
Kind of risky but do you want to spend the day at my house on Saturday?
Sent: Tony 8:55 pm.
I wish I could but I have a super hot prom date I have to attend to.
Peter sent the text with ease and didn't feel any guilt about it. If he'd been going with Erik, he still would have been trying to hide it from Tony, but he was going on a completely harmless friend date. Maybe Peter would even like this chick, Thor had said she was loud and abrasive, so maybe not Peter's type, but he was friends with Scott.
Received: Tony 8:59 pm.
ooooh, should I be jealous?
Sent: Tony 9:01 pm.
No. I have even met her yet. I'm sure she's a very pretty lesbian.
Received: Tony 9:03 pm.
With how cute you are, I don't think you'll be able to keep even the lesbians away.
Sent: Tony 9:06 pm.
When you're right, you're right. Lol, see you soon Tony
Peter hoped that they'd be able to spend some time together on Sunday, he didn't think he'd be able to bare another day away from Tony, cancelling prom didn't seem that outlandish at this point.
But he would go, and he would hopefully enjoy himself.
Towards the end of his homework Pete received a message from Erik.
Received: Erik 9:45 pm.
No worries.
Saturday morning was spent at Scott's house with the whole team.
Pete was glad that uncle Ben had been a pretty small guy so he was able to fit into one of his old suits. He always brought something nice with him to school, just in case, and he'd been thinking about prom when he'd packed it.
The only thing he'd had to buy out of his own pocket was a red tie to match Valkyrie's dress, and a corsage that was keeping fresh in Scott's fridge.
"Alright, I think it's time for a little pregaming." Quill announced and pulled a thirty rack of budweiser out of the fridge.
"Isn't there a breathalyzer?" Bucky asked, but didn't hesitate in grabbing a can and popping the tab.
"Well you see, through some expert detective work-" Quill started.
"More like blind guesswork." Steve added.
"As I was saying, through my excellent guesswork, I figured out that the breathalyzer isn't actually real. It's just there to scare kids into not drinking." Quill said, obviously very proud of himself.
"How'd you figure that one out Sherlock?" Loki asked, raising one eyebrow and jumping up to sit on the counter in Scott's kitchen. His parents were out of the country for some reason, they always seemed to be leaving Scott to his own devices.
"Well, Scott got super drunk before we went and Quill thought it would be a great test to see if he could still get into prom. We waited in the car and he gave us the go ahead to down a few shots before heading in." TC answered.
"So it wasn't actually your own genius, it was just Scott's stupidity?" Loki clarified and Quill rolled his eyes.
"Alright, alright, I guess it wasn't a master plan." He succeeded and passed a beer to everyone in his vicinity.
It was only around two in the afternoon, their dates were set to arrive at seven, and then they'd take a limo to prom. Scott's parents had ordered the limo, Peter thought it was a little lavish. He also thought it was little extreme that they were beginning to drink five hours before they were going anywhere.
"Someone shotgun with me!" Scott announced, maybe twenty minutes later while they were all either still mingling around the kitchen, or lounging in the living room.
"Not looking to throw up, thank you." Loki said with disgust in his voice.
"I'll go with you Scott." Paul offered and grabbed another beer from the case. They would probably need to get more at some point, or more likely, someone already had more beer somewhere.
"Alright, I have one taker, now am I seeing two? Two takers? Little elimination round?" Scott goaded and finally Thor agreed, grabbing a can for himself.
Thor grabbed the crook of Scott's shoulder tightly, but not menacingly. "I'm going to destroy you ant man." He declared and then let Scott go, who winced at the pain in his shoulder.
"Yeah, yeah, you're all big talk. Come on anyone else?" He asked.
Peter wasn't really into drinking games like this, but it wasn't like he had homework to do or anything, so he grabbed one for himself.
Scott passed sharp tipped steak knives to the four of them.
"You suckers are going down. On the count of five! One, two," before Scott got to three both him and Paul had the same idea and immediately cut their can before popping the tops. Peter and Thor scrambled to catch up to the underhanded tactics.
In just a few seconds Pete was caught up, more letting the liquid fall down his throat than really drinking it.
Peter crunched the can in his hand, signifying that he was done just barely before Paul did, both of them throwing their cans down on the floor.
"Haha losers!" Pete goaded, watching Thor and Scott desperately trying to finish theirs. They finished at around the same time and Scott had to regain his bearings for a moment before he spoke again.
"Okay, champions round. Paul versus Pete. Winner takes all. Ready your beers gentlemen." Scott ordered and both of them reached for new ones.
Pete's stomach was really full and he had to pee, so he wasn't really sure how this was gonna go.
They both started, and apparently Paul was a lot more full, so Pete won by a landslide. Scott cheered for him, Thor chest bumped him, and Paul even gave him a sarcastic bow to the 'champion.'
They were having fun, Pete wasn't stressed for almost the first time this week. There was just something about having a beer with his closest friends that put him at ease. Tonight would be an easy night and Pete could take a day off from his life.
"Valkyrie." She greeted, shaking his hand a little harder than she had to.
"Uh, I'm Peter. Nice to meet you." He said, giving her a smile. She seemed nice, and was extremely beautiful. Her red dress accentuated her skin tone. From an outside view, Peter thought she was attractive and wouldn't mind going to prom with her.
Peter was drawn from his interaction with her when he heard someone raise their voice a bit across the room.
"Oh come on, you couldn't tell me you're going to prom with my little sister?" TC asked, but he didn't sound incredibly happy about it.
"Don't be such a bother brother. It's not a bit deal." Apparantly TC's little sister said. Peter had heard about her, she went to the private girls school in town, but he'd never met her.
"But it's Scott, Shuri! He's my team mate." Tc pleaded with her, but he obviously wasn't going to change her mind.
"I like Scott! He's cool, unlike you." She said, but it was more cheeky than serious. TC knocked her on the shoulder once but seemed to get over it. He fixed Scott with a pretty scary glance for a moment before going back to his date. He'd met TC's girlfriend before, Nakia, she'd come to a few games and Pete really liked her.
"You're drunk," he heard another girl he'd never seen before comment, fixing Paul with a slightly disappointed look.
"And you're pretty." He responded. The girl grinned at him and it almost made Peter smile too.
"Hey, we should do that thing that freshman have to do. You know, go around and say our names and such." Quill announced, easily casting his voice throughout the whole room.
It wasn't a bad idea, even though it was a little awkward. Pete found that he didn't really know any of the girls' names other than Valkyrie and Nakia.
"I'll start. I'm Peter Quill, but call me Quill cause we have another Peter."
"Gamora." The girl next to Quill said. He had his arm around her.
So this was Quill's fabled girlfriend. She was way more beautiful than anything Peter could have come up with.
"Wait you're dating this idiot?" Bucky questioned. "Like for real?"
Gamora gave Bucky a confused look. "Yeah, Quill told me that he told you guys about me." She said.
"Ha! And you guys never believed I had such a smoking chick for a girlfriend." Quill bragged.
"Don't call me chick." Gamora immediately butted in. Quill gave a quick apology, which made the whole team laugh. They were all a little tipsy, and it was pretty funny to see Quill's girlfriend pushing him around.
"I'm Steve."
"Steve's boyfriend. Bucky."
"Paul."
"I'm Wanda." The girl said, pushing her brown hair behind her ear. Peter noticed an accent that he hadn't picked up on before.
"Paul you flew your girlfriend in for prom?" Quill questioned, raising one eyebrow.
"No, no. I graduated last year in Serbia. I am living in DC now." She explained.
"She drove down." Paul added.
Pete knew that Paul was pretty well off, but the guy was so timid and quiet, he would have never imagined him with a girl like Wanda.
"I'm Jane!" Thor's mousy date said. She wore glasses, Peter recognized her from a picture Thor had shown him.
"And I am Thor." He announced. Everything Thor said was so loud that it classified as an announcement.
"T'Challa, this is my girlfriend Nakia." He introduced the both of them. The team already knew Nakia though so it wasn't that important.
"I'm Scott, this is my girlfriend, T'Challa's sister." The team got a hoot out of that, some of them still pretty drunk.
"I'm Shuri." She corrected but had laughed along with what Scott said.
"Loki." He said, rather demurely, under the arm of an upperclassman that Peter just barely recognized. He was handsome though, so Peter wondered why he hadn't noticed him before.
"And I'm En." He introduced. Pete would give Lokes props for the hot date later.
"That's Sam!" Bucky yelled, pointing his good arm at him. Sam didn't seem to be a great mood so he just rolled his eyes and let it slide.
"Okoye." Another girl from the catholic school that TC had mentioned before said. She was pretty too, but she and Sam didn't really look that compatible, Pete would guess that they'd met that night.
"I'm the other Pete." He said when it came to him.
"And I'm Valkyrie." She said, giving a smile to the group.
"Drax." He said in his usual robust voice.
"And I'm Mantis." The last girl said, finishing up the introductions. Peter had talked to Mantis for a moment when she'd first arrived. She was way more attractive than Drax, but also way weirder, so they went together well.
"Alright, it's 7:50. I say we get in the limo." Scott suggested. He still had a can of beer in his hand.
Peter was a little unsteady on his feet, but overall he didn't feel too drunk. He felt comfortable, and would stay comfortable if he didn't drink anymore.
Of course, in the limo, Valkyrie pulled out two fifths of vodka, earning a cheer from the rest of the limo. So Peter broke his little vow to himself that he wouldn't drink anymore. Sacrificing his comfort for fun.
The bottles went around the opposite directions from him for a moment, and somehow, after everyone had taken a few sips, both of them were in his lap. There was probably four shots left between the two bottles and he meant to pass it on to Valkyrie again, only take a little sip.
"Come on Petey, don't let us down now!" Scott yelled.
"Peter, if you drink all of that I promise you that we'll win the state soccer title." Bucky said, very seriously in Peter's opinion.
"I'll never complain about being benched again." Loki added.
Peter stared down at the bottles for one moment before he made his decision.
He brought the first bottle up and tipped his head straight back, pouring basically all of it into his mouth before even swallowing. Once he got that one down, he did that other.
Pete shook his head harshly and dropped the bottles. "Fu-uck." He groaned and drank some water that Wanda passed to him. "Let's go to fucking prom."
"You having fun Valkyrie? I hope I'm not boring you. I am pretty drunk though." Peter apologized. The whole group was standing a little too the side of where everyone was dancing. They didn't know many kids from the public high school, but it wasn't like they noticed.
They got in the doors without any hassle, not even for Peter who had a very hard time keeping his composure together for the five minutes he had to stand in line. Scott had been very covertly holding him up.
"Yeah I'm good! And you're not drunk Pete, you're fucking wasted. It's pretty funny." She said.
They had been having a good time. She was really fun, and it wasn't like they only had to talk to each other.
"Petey!" A voice called that Pete immediately placed as Wade's.
He was in a suit, his tie matching Logan's.
"Hey dude." Peter greeted, his speech drastically slurred.
"You're always drunk or high when we meet." Logan commented with a grin on his face.
"The trick is, I'm always drunk and high." He joked.
"Hey by the way Pete, did you know we play our qualifying games against each other?" Logan asked.
Somewhere, deep in Peter's liquid brain, he knew that. "Yeah, I think so. We're gonna cream you guys." Pete responded. His mouth wasn't really doing what his mind was telling it to though, so he wasn't sure it was was completely coherent.
"Well, I'm going to cream for you guys." Wade zipped.
"And I think we're done here. See you at our next game Pete." Logan excused himself.
Received: Tony 9:30 pm.
You wanna come by after prom? I don't care how late.
Peter had to comprehend what the message was saying, and finally he gave up.
"Scott?" He asked pretty blindly to the group.
"What's up Pete?" Scott was actually right beside Peter and Pete slowly turned his head to look at him.
"What does this say?" Pete passed the phone to Scott.
"Uh, Tony wants to know if you want to go to his house after prom." Scott relayed.
"Uh hell yeah. Reply with 'fuck yes' please." Peter demanded and Scott handed him back his phone after sending the message.
Sent: Tony 9:35 pm.
Sounds great! I'll let you know when :)
"Dude Scott." Peter got his attention again, not five minutes later.
"What?" Scott stopped talking to his date to look over at Peter. Pete hadn't really moved for the past few minutes because he was so unsteady on his feet. He didn't reckon he would be completely sober until at least tomorrow morning.
"Have you seen Erik?" He asked but had a bit of a mischievous look on his face.
"No, why?" Scott asked, playing along a bit.
"Trick question. He's over there." Pete pointed somewhere behind Scott.
"That's not a trick question." Scott tried to explain but gave up and turned around, noticing Erik talking to some kids from the other school. Erik looked over at the two of them and Scott quickly looked away.
"Maybe I should go say hi." Pete said and then tried to start walking that way. Scott grabbed his by the suit collar.
"That's a terrible idea." Scott chided and firmly planted Peter back in his spot where he was leaning against the wall.
Peter wanted to argue, but he felt a little nauseous again so he decided to focus on his breathing instead of arguing.
It was kind of in vain though, because Erik headed over to the group anyway.
It was awkward to watch his walk over because almost the entire soccer team bristled at the sight of him.
Erik tried to pass it off casually, as if he was just going to talk to his little sister.
"Shuri, you look beautiful." He said and she smiled at him. Peter didn't know if they had a good relationship or not. He knew that she was close with TC, which Peter assumed would make hers and Erik's relationship strained.
"Thank you brother." She said in agreement.
Erik made eye contact with Peter and Pete maintained it for just a little too long, letting Erik get the impression that he wanted to talk or something.
The team was mostly centered in a circle that just barely included Peter, he was on the outskirts leaning against the wall. He could see that Steve had his eye on the situation though so Peter wasn't too worried.
"Hey Pete." Erik greeted and Peter tried to return his smile but it was really lopsided.
Hey man." Peter replied with, holding the 'a' in man for way too long to be casual.
"You a little drunk Petey?" Erik questioned with a small laugh.
"A little." He emphasized.
"I just wanted to know why you stood me up? I felt like we had a good rapport the other day." Erik explained, changing that subject so fast that it actually disorientated Peter a little bit.
"I uh, you know I just felt bad cause my boyfriend couldn't go with me and it would be weird if I went with my ex." He tried to say as best as he could.
"Is your boyfriend even fucking real or are you just making him up to shut me down?" Erik questioned. Erik was a little drunk too, which made Peter nervous because Erik could be an angry drunk, and Peter did not want another bruise. Especially since he was drunk and that much easier to bruise.
"Of course he's real. I just didn't want to have it seem like I was cheating on him yaknow because Scott pointed out that I cheat on my boyfriends a lot and..." Peter trailed off, confused as to where he was going with that.
"A lot? You cheated on my a lot?" Erik questioned, getting a little more in Peter's face.
"No just the one time." He said. And it was true, it was really just the one time.
"Fucking liar." Erik mumbled and turned to walk away.
"Hey I'm not a liar. Plus you suck anyway so..." Pete trailed off with a laugh and Erik turned back around.
His drunken self could really learn to speak less.
But Erik's drunken self could really learn to hit less.
Because once again, Erik delivered a hard slap across Peter's face, barely audible over the music, and barely visible in the dim lights.
Erik disappeared into the crowd by the time anyone really reacted to what happened. No one had been listening to their conversation, and Steve had been too far away to fix anything.
"Oh fuck Peter! Are you okay?" Valkyrie asked and put an arm over his shoulder, helping him to stand up a little straighter.
Steve had a phone camera out and was looking at Peter's face. Scott pulled out the nice pocket square from his suit and pressed it against peter's nose as he felt a rush of blood.
"Where the fuck did he go?!" Quill yelled, grabbing Bucky and Sam to follow him into the throng of people.
"Is your nose broken Peter?" Steve asked.
"No." Pete mumbled and grabbed the pocket square that Scott was holding so he could hold it himself.
"Do you want us to take you anywhere? I can call a cab?" Valkyrie offered as everyone else huddled around him.
The world was swimming a little more than it had been before and Pete stumbled for a moment. Loki got under his other shoulder to help hold him up more.
Peter fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Scott. "Can you call." Is all he said and Scott held the phone in confusion for a moment before nodding.
"Here let's go in the bathroom, it's quieter." Scott offered. "Loki, Steve, you guys come with." He directed and Steve got under the arm the Valkyrie had been supporting.
The few people who were standing around the white tiled bathroom left when the four of them came in.
Peter braced himself on the porcelain sink with one hand, the other holding the pocket square. His face was all red, and even the corner of his eye was turning red, a popped blood vessel.
"This is just fucking great." Pete mumbled and stumbled against the sink. Loki caught him and held him up.
Scott was dialing Tony's phone number.
"Guys shut up." Scott directed as the phone rang. "Hey Tony," Scott used his first name so as not to tip off Steve and Loki. "It's Scott, Peter's friend. He got a little hurt and we were just wondering if you could possibly pick him up?" There was a momentary pause. "Yep that sounds great. We'll wait for you outside. Thanks." Then he hung up the phone.
"He said he'd be here in like fifteen minutes. Let's go get you some air Petey. We got it from here guys, just go back to your dates and tell everyone Peter's gonna be fine." Scott explained and hoisted Peter up on his own.
"Wait who was that? Who's coming to get Peter?" Loki questioned.
"Just a friend of his." Scott said, but was already walking Peter out the bathroom door and out one of the side exits that Scott remembered from last time. No one stopped them on their way outside, they didn't even see a single adult.
The air was crisp outside and it was basically pitch black.
"Let's go sit down on the sidewalk Petey." Scott offered and help Peter to sit down. It was right next to where their limo had dropped them off. Scott hoped that Tony had tinted windows, because they weren't the only ones sitting outside.
"I don't feel good Scott." Peter moaned and lay back on the hard ground. His knees where bent and his feet firmly on the asphalt. Scott really hoped Peter would be okay. It didn't seem like he'd have to go to the hospital, but he'd been drinking since two in the afternoon.
"I know Petey. I'm sorry we pressured you into drinking all of that." He apologized and Peter just shook his head but didn't respond.
Finally, a black Audi with dark tinted windows pulled up and Scott helped Peter off of the ground. "I'll see you tomorrow." Scott said and pulled Peter into a light hug before helping him into the car.
The door closed as Peter sat down and he kept the square of fabric pressed against his nose incase anymore blood came out.
"Are you okay Peter? Do we have to go to the emergency room?" Tony questioned immediately and put his hand on Peter's knee.
"No. I just want to go home." He said and put his hand over Tony's. He missed the first time but then finally got it.
"Can you tell me what happened?" Tony asked as he shifted the car into gear and pulled away from the sidewalk, towards his own home.
"I got really drunk. Too drunk. Then Erik hit me again." He summed up the night pretty well.
Tony just sighed and chewed on his lower lip.
"I missed you." Peter slurred and tried to rhythmically run his thumb over the back of Tony's hand, but it was more jerky and stilted.
"I missed you too Petey." Tony promised and the rest of the drive was spent in slightly strained silence.
When they pulled into Tony's garage, Peter stumbled getting out of the car and fell to his knees. Tony jogged to the other side and helped Peter to his feet.
"What did you have to drink?" Tony asked, basically holding all of his weight.
"Maybe like six beers and then four shots?" Peter said, but he wasn't really sure on how much beer he'd had.
"How long ago?" Tony was helping him up the stairs now, Peter was being almost no help.
"It's like ten so two hours ago I guess." Peter wasn't completely sure of what time it was, or really when all the drinking happened.
"Alright, I'm not really sure if this will help at this point, but I'm going to have you throw up okay?" Tony asked, immediately guiding him to the bathroom when they got up the stairs.
"Throwing up sounds good." Peter agreed and easily went down to his knees in front of the toilet.
"Can you do it naturally or do you need to force it?" Tony rubbed Peter's back as he spoke and Pete limply put his fingers in his mouth, but was unable to trigger anything. Tony pulled Peter's fingers away and centered his face over the toilet before pushing his own two fingers down Peter's throat.
Pete heaved once, twice, and then emptied the contents of his stomach into the toilet. It was mostly liquid so it wasn't that gross. Tony helped Peter to his feet, flushed, and then washed both of their hands before having Peter rinse with mouthwash.
"That should keep any unabsorbed alcohol from absorbing." Tony explained, but Peter didn't really care that much. "Can you get yourself upstairs to bed?"
"Yeah." Peter mumbled and very slowly made his way over to the stairs.
"I'll be right up." Tony promised.
Peter had to walk on all fours up the stairs, and then basically collapsed into the bed when he got to it. He pulled the pocket square away from his nose since it had stopped bleeding.
Tony came up a few moments later with an ice back and a couple wet rags. "I'm going to clean your face up okay baby?" Tony asked, though Peter doubted he could really say no at this point.
Peter lay still while Tony straddled him and gently washed the crusted blood off of his face before instructing Peter to hold the ice bag over his eye.
Tony threw all of the dirty things into the hamper and then started undoing Peter's tie, getting him all the way down to his boxers. "You don't feel like you have to throw up anymore?" Tony asked.
Peter shook his head and tried to get the blankets over him for some warmth.
Tony stood up, getting out of his own clothes and then getting under the blankets with Peter.
"I'm going to wake you up in an hour so you can drink some water." Tony mumbled, but Peter was already half asleep.
Peter woke up suddenly from a dream and sat up in bed.
It was four in the morning and Tony wasn't in bed with him anymore.
He didn't feel too bad since Tony had gotten a lot of water in him, but he was still a little shaky had his head had a dull ache.
Pete got up to go find Tony, pulling a tee shirt from the floor on. It was Tony's shirt and it said Led Zeppelin in faded letters.
He felt like shit for last night. He'd gotten way out of hand and probably ruined everyone's night. He shouldn't have had that much to drink, it was just plain stupid. He couldn't believe he'd forced Tony to come and help him after the man had been working all week.
Peter sighed and ran his hand through his hair. It was sweaty, he was pretty hot, he needed some air.
Tony wasn't in the kitchen so Peter headed out to the deck, where Tony was standing and smoking a cigarette.
"Hi Tony." Peter said and walked over to where he was, leaning against the railing next to him.
"Do you feel alright?" Tony asked, turning to face him before taking another drag.
"I feel fine. Listen, I'm really sorry about last night. I got out of control." Peter apologized.
"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm not going to deny that you drank way too much, and I would have rather seen you under different circumstances, but I'm glad I could make you feel better." Tony slung an arm around Peter and he leaned into the embrace.
"How does my face look?" There was dim lighting out on the patio and Peter figured Tony could see it well enough.
"There's no swelling but it's a pretty bad bruise. Erik hit you?" He questioned.
"Yeah, I said something shitty to him and he was a little drunk too." Peter explained and reached for the cigarette inbetween Tony's fingers. For a couple of seconds Tony held it out of his reach, but then decided to give it to Peter, who took a long drag.
"Don't make excuses for him Peter. He's a piece of shit."
Tony was calm and Peter was too. He was glad for that, glad that Tony wasn't angry or upset or anything, and glad that he wasn't sick or stupid anymore.
Peter crushed the cigarette in the ash tray next to him and turned to face Tony fully.
"He is a piece of shit." Peter agreed and cupped Tony's cheeks between his hands.
"We need to talk." Tony said, but both of them knew that wasn't going to happen at the moment.
"We will. Not right now."
Tony closed the gap between the two of them and kissed Peter, long and soft. So soft that Peter could feel all of Tony's emotions spilling through it and he couldn't help but fall into his arms.
Tony's hands were in his hair, and then they were travelling down. One went under his shirt and the other gripped Peter's ass tightly, but not harshly.
Peter rubbed his thumb over Tony's stubbled cheek.
He wanted to cry into the kiss, but instead he smiled at how lucky he was the Tony was his.
"I love you." Peter mumbled against Tony's lips. He meant it. He'd never said it to Erik before, because he knew deep down that he didn't love Erik.
But there was no other explanation for the tossing and turning of butterflies in Peter's stomach while he did something so simple as kissing his boyfriend. He loved Tony Stark.
Tony pulled away for a moment and looked into Peter's eyes, searching, making sure that he wasn't lying.
"I love you too Peter." He finally whispered back, it was so quiet that Peter could just barely hear it.
They kissed again, this time more vigorous and needy. Their teeth clashed together a few times and their hands were roaming. Tony's hand was now down Peter's boxers and roughly gripping his ass. Peter's nails were raking over Tony's back.
Tony pressed them against the railing of the deck and pressed against him, their bodies fitting together perfectly. He rolled his hips up against Peters and Pete let out a soft moan. They were outside at four in the morning, but still Peter felt like he should keep it down.
Neither of them lasted long, pressing back against one another like their lives depended on it. Peter would need to borrow a pair of Tony's pajama bottoms.
"I love you." Tony repeated, biting a spot on Peter's neck.
"I love you." He repeated again and nipped at Peter's ear lobe.
"I'm sorry if I ever made you think otherwise." Peter apologized for his actions.
"We really can't communicate can we?" Tony joked.
"I think we can now." Peter answered with a grin and leaned up to whisper in Tony's ear one more time: "I love you."