"So Strange knows." Peter mused in bed next to Tony. They were tangled up in the sheets, both only wearing boxers. They'd managed to go back to sleep for just a few hours after their early morning activities.

"Yeah, he talked to me the day after you. Basically said he wasn't going to tell anyone if I could get him a job." Tony explained. They were leaning against the headboard, pillows propped up behind them so at least they weren't completely laying down.

Peter felt more rested than he had in over a week. His mind finally wasn't buzzing with constant worry about the state of his and Tony's relationship.

"So, he exhorted you?" Peter raised an eyebrow and looked over at Tony. His hair was wavy and messy from sleep and Peter reached his hand forward to push it out of Tony's face, back like when he had his sunglasses pushed up, just how Peter liked it.

"I didn't really see another option. Pretty sure I'd get in more trouble if there was a legal battle." Tony shrugged it off and Peter couldn't tell that it wasn't bothering him too much, at least having to hire Strange. "That's not the only problem though. I feel like this relationship is getting alarmingly more public. Two people know now, plus everyone else who at least know that either of us is in a mysterious relationship."

"They aren't the only ones. I, uh, I told my friends from home. The ones I went out with, Ned and Michelle." Peter admitted and Tony pinched the bridge of his nose.

"No one else can find out about this Pete. At least three of them are your friends, we still can't be completely sure that Strange won't just change his mind. We might have to start seeing each other less. Albeit, we barely see each other as it is, but now? Fuck Pete I don't know if we should spend spring break together." Tony mused.

Pete searched for his hand under the covers and held it tight. "I graduate in just a few months, we can wait a while and then go public, that way no one can accuse us of doing things before I was eighteen and before I graduated. It's less than half a year Tony, I think we can just play it safe." Peter urged, he didn't want to have to spend no time with Tony, but things were good right now, and he figured they could still risk seeing each other on the weekends or something.

They were both quiet for a moment, enjoying each others presence and the subtle physical contact between them.

"What happened between us?" Tony asked, it was quiet, almost as if he hadn't meant to speak it.

"I got stressed and over reacted." Peter was going to leave it at that, but as silence filled the room again, he decide to extrapolate. "Finals are coming up, and the team is getting three new players soon. Then Strange dumped all of this on me and I just... I don't know, it was too much. There were just so many things I didn't want to deal with all happening."

Tony wasn't exactly sure what Peter wanted to hear in response to that, so he went with the first thing that popped into his mind. "You thought you could possibly fail a final?"

"My scholarships depends on almost perfect scores, yeah I'm freaked." Peter felt like he was allowed to stress over things like this.

"You got a hundred percent on my last test kid, you're smarter than me. There's no way you're flunking these." Tony tried to reassure him, Peter just gave a shrug, obviously not wanting to think about them.

Peter didn't say anything in response so Tony tried to think of what else would make the kid feel better.

"Have you considered that your new players might be really good? What if they're the reason you win state?" He offered up. Peter'd had a pretty negative view of them for a while and Tony didn't really understand why.

"I guess." Pete said with another shrug. Sometimes Peter's childishness made Tony want to scream, but this wasn't the time for a lecture.

"What do you want to do today?" They hadn't even gotten out of bed yet, but Peter didn't really want to get out of bed. He was comfortable with Tony, and he sure as hell didn't want to go back to school.

"Nothing." Pete finally said and stretched his arms above his head, yawning. When he brought his hands down he looked over at Tony, who finally looked over at Peter, and then Pete leaned in, kissing Tony softly.

Tony's stubble scratched against Pete's face, but he liked it. He liked Tony with his beard, but he had never seen him without and was quietly curious.

"Didn't we just do this a couple hours ago?" Tony complained, but he was only joking.

"That was hours ago. What are you too old to get it up again?" Pete joked and Tony pulled him over onto his lap, so that Peter was straddling him and leaning down to keep kissing him.

Tony tightly wrapped his fingers into Peter's hair, pulling just enough so that it would hurt but not ruin the moment.

They'd gotten up to stuff earlier in the morning but it had been a long time since both of them could just enjoy one another. Since Christmas at least since they'd had such unlimited time with one another. Peter loved it, he loved feeling Tony against him and knowing that at least for a few hours he wouldn't go away.

Peter pulled away momentarily and moved his head down to Tony's bare chest, leaving hickeys and love marks around his nipples and sliding down his abdomen. Peter liked leaving marks on Tony just as much as he liked receiving marks on himself. It was a predatory thing. If Tony ever had to take his shirt off for any reason then everyone would know that he was taken.

Tony pushed Peter again, this time so that he was on his stomach, head against the pillows. "On your knees." Tony whispered and then pulled Peter's boxers off as he shifted. Peter took in a small breath, thinking that he knew what was coming.

One of Tony's hands went around to the front, gripping Peter's cock and giving it a bit of a squeeze, while the other one gripped Peter's hip, holding him in place. With Peter exactly where he wanted him, he pressed his lips down against Peter's hole, and then pressed his tongue flat against it.

Peter shivered at the new feeling and bucked his hips slightly into Tony's hand.

Tony hand on his hip pulled his ass apart slightly and Tony licked up a few more times, broad and nonpenetrative motions of his tongue. When Peter was rhythmically thrusting into his hand, Tony pressed his tongue harder against the hole, trying to breach it.

Peter hadn't been stretched in a long time but it only took a moment before his tongue was inside of Peter. As Pete started to speed up his hips, fucking himself into Tony's hand, Tony pulled his hand away so that Peter couldn't get any friction. "Fuck, fuck Tony." Peter moaned in annoyance, but Tony didn't want Peter to cum too soon.

For a few moments Tony just languidly split Peter open with his tongue. He pulled it out for only a second and Peter keened, whining incoherently for Tony.

He flipped Peter so that he was on his back. "Please do that again Tony." Peter begged as Tony riffled through his bedside drawer, finally pulling out a bottle of lube.

"Do what again baby?" Tony asked, but he was just being cheeky. Peter simply turned red and didn't respond.

He pushed Peter's legs up so they were on either one of his shoulders, one of Tony's hands holding onto Peter's hip to hold him up like this. Peter's body was bent a little awkwardly, but the kid didn't really look like he minded.

Tony's tongue went straight back to work with what he'd been doing before, but this time he lubed up his index finger and inserted it. He didn't move his finger at first and was still just working mainly with his tongue in Peter.

Finally, Tony pulled his tongue out completely and inserted a second finger. Peter'd had two of his own fingers inside of himself the other day, but Tony's fingers were thicker and longer and unlike Peter's, they could actually hit his prostate.

His body jolted a bit when Tony first curled his finger over Peter's prostate, his abs tightening and his eyes rolling in their sockets.

Tony's fingers started to shallowly thrust in and out of Peter and Tony lowered Peter's body so that his legs were around Tony's waist. He could get a much better angle with his fingers that way.

Peter's only vocabulary was a litany of vowel sounds and the beginnings of Tony's name. His eyes were closed and his body was completely relaxed.

Tony scissored his fingers inside of Peter, working him open even more.

"Can you take three?" Tony asked, it was really just a sexier way of asking if he was comfortable with going that far.

"Yeah." Peter mumbled, not wanting anything to stop, wondering what it would be like to feel more full. He loved that sensation, of having something inside of him, of being stretched. He could probably have Tony's fingers in him for hours.

Tony poured lube on his third finger, careful to not pull the other ones too far out. Slowly he entered his ring finger and pushed them in. It took a moment for the knuckles to work in, but after a moment, the three fingers were all the way in Peter's hole to the third knuckle.

Peter let out a deep sigh when they were all in and his eyes fluttered in ecstasy.

Very slowly Tony began to move his fingers, pulling them out just a little and then pushing them back in. He continued this slower than he probably should, making Peter more needy for it. Finally, he started thrusting them, pulling almost all the way out and then nailing them back in.

Peter started to get louder, moving his ass down on Tony's fingers and not even jerking himself off.

Not long after, Peter was cumming all over himself. It spilled down on his stomach as Peter breathed heavily. Tony thrusted a few more times as Peter was hyper sensitive, and then slowly pulled his fingers out.

"Was that good?" Tony asked, rather arrogantly as Peter was still trying to come back down from his euphoria.

He blinked his eyes a few times and nodded leisurely. "You should cum on me." He said, quietly, his eyes still only half open.

Tony smirked and put Peter's legs down, straddling him and leaning down to kiss him as he jerked himself off, quickly and harshly so that he would cum soon.

He pulled away slightly as he orgasmed, his lips still pressing against Peters but not being able to continue the kiss as passionately as his cum dripped onto Peters chest, mixing in with the kids.

"I want to have sex with you." Peter suddenly said, drawing Tony out of his reverie.

"Right now? That's not going to work." Tony responded, rolling over and rubbing his eyes before finally getting off the bed and deciding to get dressed.

Peter sat up on the bed, pulling a blanket over his exposed cock. "No, not right now. I just... Soon. I want to have sex with you soon." He reiterated and Tony paused while pulling up his pants.

"Are you sure? We haven't been together super long. I don't want you to feel rushed." Tony said and found a tee shirt on the ground, smelling it before putting it on.

"I don't feel rushed at all. I just, that was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I'm absolutely sure." Peter got out of bed too and used the boxers he'd been wearing to clean his stomach before throwing them in Tony's hamper. He pulled on a pair of Tony's sweat pants without underwear and an MIT tee shirt that was just a little too big for him.

"Alright then. Maybe next time." Tony promised and pulled Peter against his chest, pressing a kiss against his hair line. "You want some breakfast?" He asked.

Peter nodded. His head hurt from his hangover, but he wasn't sick, just hungry.

On the way out the door Peter stumbled on something, stopping to pick up what it was. A bottle of Charbay Whiskey, only a tiny bit was left in the bottom.

"Oh sorry." Tony grabbed the glass bottle from him and tossed it in the trash in his room.

"Do you drink a lot?" Peter asked. He supposed he'd never really noticed before. As they walked down the stairs Peter thought about the fact that Tony said he used to drink a lot, but Peter had never considered that maybe he still drank.

Tony pursed his lips to the side and went quiet for a moment. "Yeah. I do." He finally said.

Peter was silent on the rest of the walk to the kitchen, but felt a little uncomfortable, almost wishing that he hadn't asked the question.

"Is it for the PTSD?" Pete asked, taking a seat at the kitchen island. It was a personal line of questioning, but Peter figured they could be personal with each other. If Tony didn't want to talk about it then he would just tell Peter.

"Yes, it calms me down." Tony explained and went to the fridge, beginning to make breakfast for the both of them.

Pete rested his chin in his hands, elbows on the counter. "Why don't you just take anti-depressants?" Pete questioned. He knew that Loki and Steve both took anti-depressants, it wasn't uncommon.

Tony quirked his lips, obviously thinking about what exactly to say. "They can uh, increase your risk of suicidal thoughts and behavior."

Peter let that sink in for a moment. Increase, that meant that Tony already had suicidal thoughts- or the alcohol was maybe getting rid of them. The thought made Peter's stomach churn. "Yeah I've heard that they can. Have you ever tried them though?" Pete couldn't really say why he was still talking about this. It seemed to be painful for Tony to answer these questions, but still, he wasn't not answering them, and Peter wanted to know.

"No." Was his simple answer and Pete raised an eyebrow.

"Just because they might raise your risk?" Peter wasn't going to let the subject drop at this point. It was intriguing, that Tony wouldn't even give them a shot.

"I don't really have anyone in my life to check up on me, make sure I'm okay. I figured it wasn't worth the risk." Tony explained with a shrug of his shoulders.

That was even more interesting. Tony would rather suffer by himself than give anyone the 'burden' of maybe having to monitor him.

"You have me." Peter smiled at him and Tony stared at Peter for a moment before turning back to what he was doing.

"I guess I do."

And Peter decided to drop the subject.

Peter walked into the dorms late in the afternoon. He'd stopped by Scott's house and picked up his car, thankfully no one was still there, and then he'd gone back to school.

The boys were, as usual, sitting in the common room and watching TV, but sitting on the couch in between Scott and Sam were two people that he didn't know.

"Our fearless leader is back!" Quill announced and everyone turned to look at him.

Peter knew that he didn't look good. The bruise on his face had three distinct finger marks plus a huge spot on his lower cheek where Erik's palm had been.

"Holy shit." Loki muttered and Peter gave them a shrug to show that he didn't really want to talk about it.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." Peter said.

"Where did you even go last night Pete?" Bucky asked. They all knew that Erik had hit him, but not exactly what had happened afterward.

"Boyfriend's house." He explained and took a seat on the arm of the couch next to Scott.

"I thought your boyfriend lived back home?" Steve asked and Peter sighed, having totally forgotten that he'd mentioned having a boyfriend before.

"Uh, no? He goes to the public school" He tried to cover up. Thankfully no one really seemed to care that the facts changed, so he was let off the hook.

Loki narrowed his eyes at Peter however, and Peter rolled his eyes at him to try and get him to lighten up, but Peter didn't like the look he'd received.

"Oh sorry, should probably introduce the new kids. Vin and Brad." Scott pointed to the two good looking guys sitting next to him.

"Hey, I'm Pete. Team captain." He introduced himself.

Vin reached over Scott to shake Pete's hand but didn't say anything in response.

"Bradley Cooper, nice to meet you." The other kid said, loud, and boisterous. Peter smiled and shook his hand.

"Isn't there a third one?" Pete asked to no one in particular.

"Yeah. I saw Coulson this morning and he told me he'd be getting here tomorrow." Drax piped up and Peter nodded.

They were watching reruns of grays anatomy, which Peter wasn't really interested in. He got somehow comfortable on the couch arm and pulled his phone out.

Sent: Tony 4:52 pm.

New kids actually seem nice!

Received: Tony 4:55 pm.

See what I told you :)

After a few moments of mindless television, Scott pulled Pete's head down uncomfortably, so he could whisper in his ear.

"I talked to Coulson this morning too and told him what happened. He wants you to go talk to Ms. Romanov tomorrow." He explained and Peter let out a sigh.

"I don't want him to get in trouble." He whispered back, having to awkwardly crane his head so that his mouth was by Scott's ear.

"Well tough luck spiderboy, Erik's a fucking asshole who deserves to get expelled. Even if you don't talk to her, we can all just point at your face and say Erik did it." Scott pointed out.

"Alright, fine." Peter finally agreed.

"Hey also, how was Tony last night? He sounded kinda upset on the phone." Scott was still doing the awkward whispering things with him.

"Dude I'm not gonna talk about that right here. We should at least go to my room." Pete said and Scott nodded, hopping up and putting his hand on Peter's shoulder. Immediately after Scott got up both Quill and Paul tried to take the seat.

In Peter's room they could talk at full volume and no one would wonder what they were gossiping about. He took a seat on his bed and Scott in the desk chair.

"To answer your question, he was obviously trying to pretend he wasn't upset but I could tell he was. He was nice though and just put me to bed." Pete explained. Tony was always nice, always sweet. Their earlier conversation, however, had Peter worried about just how selfless Tony is.

"Do you think you're going to stay with him?" Scott moved to a different topic of conversation very quickly.

"Uh, yeah absolutely. I love him." Peter admitted and Scott raised an eyebrow.

"And he's not treating you anything like Erik?" Scott double checked, spinning himself slightly in the chair.

"No, of course not." Peter emphasized. "He's amazing."

Pete got up extra early in the morning and got breakfast right as the cafe opened so that he could go for a run. He was feeling better since the other day, but his body was still a little sick from everything, so he figured the best medicine would be fresh air.

He sent out a quick text to Tony as it got closer to first period.

Sent: Tony 7:42 pm.

Morning. I love you.

Pete pocketed his phone and jogged back up to his room to change. It was a little chilly out today so he wore his cardigan instead of his regular blazer, but it was black so he figured the school would be fine with it.

Grabbing his backpack Peter thought about what he would say to Ms. Romanov about Erik. He didn't want him to get kicked out, but there didn't really seem to be a way around it. At least Peter could try and stop criminal charges from being pressed. He would go talk to her after school.

Received: Tony 7:55 pm.

I love you too Petey.

He got to class just a little early and sat next to Loki who was early as well.

Tony was standing with his back to them, writing on the whiteboard, and Peter was pretty sure that Tony's pants had been designed specifically to kill Peter. They were just tight enough that Pete had to look away so that his body wouldn't do anything of its own accord.

The sleeve of Tony's button down sagged where his hand was up writing equations and he could see the thin bracelet that said 'Peter.'

The first bell rang, signalling five minutes before class started and Tony turned around, giving a small wink to Peter that no one else seemed to notice. Peter blushed a little and smiled to himself.

He was wrapped up in copying the notes from the board that he didn't notice everyone else filtering into the room, the five or so other students.

The last bell rang and Tony took a seat at his desk, pulling attendance up on the computer. "Alright everyone's here and... Oh new kid. How do you say your name?" Tony asked, looking up.

Peter, and everyone else in the room, looked over to the newest addition. The teenager was absolutely ripped, his head clean shaven, he looked positively menacing, and he was the newest addition to the soccer team.

"Thanos."