"Qigons? What does that even mean?" Quill asked, looking very upset and confused.
"No idea." Paul shrugged as Peter added the points up.
"What?! You can't just not know! Is it even a word?" Quill was very frustrated. He was still in last place for the game, but he had been hoping to not lose by that much of a margin.
"Scrabble dictionary dude." Paul grinned.
Steve groaned, "ugh, you're one of those players." He rolled his eyes and tried to find where he would play his next word.
"Are you challenging the word Quill?" Peter questioned but Quill quickly shook his head, Paul was certainly the most verbose of their group.
"Okay, with that 96 point word, Paul you are now at three hundred points." Peter scribbled it down.
"Who's in second place?" Paul asked, rather hopefully.
"Me." Peter shrugged and Paul swore but continued to play his word.
"Can you guys shut up? Leslie's about to beat Paul Rudd." Scott said from his spot on the couch, motioning to the television that was playing some episode of Parks and Recreation. Peter wasn't a huge TV fan, but he'd seen most sitcoms since he was best friends with Scott.
"How about you shut up!" Quill retorted vehemently. He and Steve were on a team together, but obviously they had no chance at even being second place.
Peter felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out.
Received: Tony 1:23 pm.
Head to the airport soon!
Sent: Tony 1:24 pm.
omw :)
"Peter's cheating!" Quill exclaimed and Pete just rolled his eyes.
"Hey Paul, you ready to go?" He asked.
It was just dumb luck that Paul's family was from New York so they were able to fly out together for spring break. Peter had never been on a plane before so was pretty freaked out about it, but Paul was seasoned.
Tony had bought him a first class ticket, which Peter had hated, and Paul bought his ticket after Pete so he was able to get a seat next to him.
"Yeah totally! Anyone wanna sub in for Pete and I?" He asked, standing up and grabbing his one bag, slinging it over his shoulder. Pete had his next to him as well and grabbed it.
No one looked keen on trying to follow his and Paul's legacy though.
"See you guys next week!" Brad called and Vin nodded silently along with him.
"Yeah, bye guys!" Scott called next and Peter flashed him a huge grin.
Spring break was going to be pretty great.
"What do you think of Thanos?" Peter asked as he slowly drank a sprite on the plane. He didn't usually have soda, so the carbonation was a little harsh on his throat but it was a nice treat.
"He's... Weird. Gives me a strange vibe." Paul answered, setting his book down for a second to answer Peter. They were the only two in the lavish aisle so they spoke freely.
"Do you remember what he did in the first game?" Peter certainly hadn't forgot what Thanos had done, stealing the ball from him and everything. Since then they hadn't lost a game, but it seemed like Thanos scored every goal. Sure Peter and TC scored a few but... It was weird.
"Yeah, that was just Scott and I that even saw that. It's like, every time there's an opportunity to score a goal... He's there." Paul mused and Peter nodded enthusiastically.
"His footwork isn't even good! I don't understand how he keeps scoring." Peter looked to Paul, almost beseeching him for an answer. He hadn't talked with him and Scott about what had happened in the first game, but they each knew that the others knew.
"It's like someone taught him only how to score goals. He's great at getting around a goalie, but just like Drax you know, I doubt he could dribble a ball down the field." Paul retorted. Peter totally understood what he meant, Drax was a great defender but he passed the ball quickly. Thanos passed the ball just as quickly, but it was more often than not into the goal.
"I just don't know how to do anything about it. I mean we're winning! But I don't like it, I think we would be winning anyway, he's just stealing goals from everyone." Peter was at a loss for what to do. He hadn't brought it up to Coulson at all, worried that the man would think he was just upset that someone else was scoring goals.
"Why don't you try putting him in another position? You and Sam play wing back right? You guys do the most running with the ball. Technically, we should all be able to play any position pretty well, so why don't you try subbing him for one of you guys? See how he plays when it's almost impossible to score a goal-well unless he's you. However, I don't think he's anywhere near as good as you or TC are." Paul rationalized and Peter took another sip of his Sprite, thinking for a moment.
"Yeah, I guess if I subbed him out for myself I'd be able to sit on the bench and watch him. Sam's never scored a goal as a wing back, so I'd like to see Thanos try. It might be good to just get him away from the action." Peter nodded, he couldn't exactly watch Thanos play when they were in the middle of a game, but with Pete on the side-it would be a perfect view.
"Bring it up to Scott too, I think he's creeped by Thanos as well."
"Will do. And you don't think I'm being irrational? I mean of course I'm upset that I'm not getting as many goals, but I just don't think that Thanos is making goals that TC or I wouldn't make. You know?" Peter asked, wanted to make sure that he wasn't just being crazy.
"No, no totally. We're averaging two points a game with him instead of TC, which is what we usually get with sometimes just you making goals. Obviously with Thanos in, nothing special is happening goal wise. Loki's just mad on the goal, that's why we're winning."
Peter had a lot to think about over Spring Break.
"So where are you going again?" Paul asked as Pete followed him off of the plane.
They were met with about a million people and Peter immediately felt uncomfortable in the throng.
"I got an internship with this new tech company, pretty cool." That was the lie that he and Tony had come up with.
"Yo my mom sent our driver to pick me up if you want a ride?" Paul offered, Peter was constantly surprised with just how rich some people could be. He was pretty sure Scott's family had a driver too, it baffled him.
"Thanks but they told me they would send me someone to pick me up." Peter shrugged.
They got to the baggage claim of the airport, though neither of them had suitcases. Paul immediately picked out his family driver and said his goodbyes to Peter.
Pete looked around the area for a moment, feeling a little anxious, and like everyone was looking at him.
He caught sight of a sign that read PETER PARKER, being held by a large man in a suit.
"Uh, hi, I'm Peter." He greeted the man who immediately set the sign down.
"Happy Hogan, Mr. Stark sent me to pick you up." He answered.
Peter held out his hand to shake, but Happy didn't take it, simply grabbed Peter's bag and told him to keep up.
Happy started a phone call almost as soon as they left the airport and Peter had to walk briskly to keep up with him. He certainly wasn't making Pete any less anxious.
He just wanted to see Tony. It had been a month and a half since they'd seen each other and even their twice weekly phone calls were just barely keeping Peter satiated. He needed to see Tony. They only had from this Saturday until next Saturday as Peter had told May about the 'internship' and she'd agreed to let him stay for all of spring break.
"We're on our way Mr. Stark." Happy said into the phone and Peter felt his roil in anticipation of seeing Tony.
They got into the car and Happy switched the phone off as they began to drive.
"So what's your job for Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, keeping it at 'Mr. Stark' as he wasn't sure who all knew about him and Tony. Maybe to the rest of the company it would just seem like it was an internship.
"Anything he needs." Happy kept his responses clipped and Peter could tell he didn't really want to converse, but Pete was curious and bored, so he would keep asking him questions.
"So like his assistant?" Peter clarified.
"Driver, bodyguard, Pepper handles the business side." He answered and Peter decided to leave it at that, not wanting to annoy the man.
Peter stared eagerly out the window as they drove through the city. He'd grown up pretty close to Washington DC, but New York was a whole new experience. There were a hundred times the amount of people in this city.
As they drove deeper into the city Peter could see the expensive high rise buildings dotting the streets, and the buildings only seemed to get bigger. Peter wondered which one of these could possibly be Tony's new building.
They finally pulled around to the back of one, absolutely littered with construction workers.
"This is it, I'll grab your bag and take you up to your room. Don't wander, there's major construction going on right now." Happy explained.
Peter followed close behind them as they left the barren garage and entered the building. The hall they walked through was tight and claustrophobic, and the elevator looked like it was directly from the sixties.
"What kind of work if he having done?" Peter asked as Happy pressed the button for floor 82. There were 85 floors in all. It was the tallest building Peter had ever been in.
"He's updating it, it hasn't been worked on since the 70s and was about to be foreclosed upon. The top ten floors are finished, but they're living quarters so don't go exploring. Mr. Stark's floor is the top one, no one goes in unless invited." He warned and Peter quirked his lips to the side slightly. He hoped that he would be able to see Tony soon.
The elevator brought them up finally and Peter was met with a large apartment style complex. There was a kitchen and a living room with a flatscreen television.
"This is just a communal space. Your room is through here." Peter continued to follow Happy.
"Does that mean other people are living on this floor?" Peter asked, wondering if he would have to share a space with other people, he kind of hoped not. He also kind of wished that he could just stay with Tony.
"There's only three rooms and only one other is occupied." Happy handed Peter a key to his room, stopping in front of a large door at the end of a hall.
Pete could barely imagine how big the rooms must be if there were only three bedrooms on the whole floor.
Happy was about to walk away after Pete took the key and his bag was dropped. "Wait, Mr. Hogan! Uh, when will I see Mr. Stark?" Peter asked. He knew that he could just text the man, but he really wanted to know.
"He's away on business right now. He probably won't have time for you until tomorrow. Until then just... Don't destroy anything." And then he was walking away and Peter let himself into the room.
It was certainly grand, but it was very minimalist and not very homey at all. He could kind of understand how Tony would prefer his and May's tiny apartment to a place like this. He set his bag down on the floor and all of a sudden felt very alone in the room.
He took a seat on the bed and sat uncomfortably straight, almost like he couldn't relax.
He pulled his phone out and called Tony, laying back on the bed, the toes of his shoes just barely touching the floor.
"Hey Peter!" Tony greeted as soon as the phone stopped ringing.
"Hey Tony. I'm in your building." He said quietly, and stretched his free hand above his head, wiggling his fingers absently.
"I'm so excited to see you, listen I have to go, but I should be back tomorrow, I'll see you then kiddo." And then Tony hung up and Peter let out a long sigh.
Tomorrow? Couldn't Tony have just... Not scheduled anything for tonight?
It was around four in the afternoon now and Peter just had no idea what to do to pass the time.
He was worried about running into the other person that was on the floor, but eventually he grew incredibly bored of just staring at his phone so he wandered out into the kitchen.
The fridge was fully stocked with food and Pete found a few things that he could use to make a sandwich. He assumed that Tony had probably filled it, since he doubted that anyone would need that much food.
When he was about halfway through eating and sitting on the kitchen counter he heard someones footsteps coming towards the kitchen.
He looked up mid bite to see someone that he, surprisingly, recognized.
"Wabda?" He asked through a mouthful of food.
"Oh hello," she obviously didn't remember what his name was.
Peter finished chewing quickly. "Peter," he filled in for her and she nodded with a small smile.
"You're Paul's girlfriend right?" He jumped down from the counter and put his plate in the sink.
"Yeah, I just moved to New York." She answered and leaned against one of the counters. She was very beautiful and Peter was once again struck with wondering just how Paul had landed such a girl.
"Are you working for Mr. Stark?" She moved towards the fridge as Peter spoke and pulled a slice of pizza out of a box, not bothering to warm it up before eating it.
"Yes, I'm getting my degree in astrophysics and Stark was looking for live in employees."
"I know Paul's in New York, are you guys going to be spending time with each other?" Peter felt kind of odd that he was the only one asking questions, but she seemed content on just answering everything he asked.
"I think he's going to be spending some time in the tower with me actually." She explained and then before Peter could say anything else, she drifted back into her room.
Peter felt tense after she said that. It would be weird to have them around, would totally raise the stakes that he and Tony might be caught.
Oh well, they would just have to try and sneak around, nothing they weren't used to.
Peter was woken up at almost four in the morning by the sound of someone opening the door to his room. Peter immediately tensed up and sat, trying to reach for the light by the bed.
"Relax Petey, just me." He heard Tony whisper and Peter let out a deep sigh.
"I thought you were coming back later." Peter said in a quiet, sleepy voice, pushing the covers back and waiting for Tony to come join him.
Tony sat on the edge of the bed and pushed Peter's hair back gently. "I wanted to come back early and see you. Are you sick baby? You're kind of hot." Tony rand a thumb over one of Peter's cheeks gently.
Peter shook his head. He felt kind of hot, but not exactly sick. "Come sleep with me." Peter beckoned him into the bed.
"How about we go up to my room?" Tony offered and Peter groaned, snuggling deeper into his bed.
"No I'm too tired." He complained.
"Come here." Tony reached for Peter and Peter let himself be pulled into Tony's arms. Tony picked him up like a giant child. Peter wrapped his legs around Tony's waist and Tony held him from under the ass, tightly, supporting all of his waist as Peter was barely holding on.
"Why couldn't I just stay in your room?" Peter mumbled, barely a whisper, Tony could only hear him since his mouth was so close to Tony's ear.
"I just can't let anyone know about us." Tony responded and slipped them out of Peter's room, struggling just a bit to hold the teen with one arm when he had to open the elevator.
"That's so sad." Peter whispered back but he could feel his eyes fluttering as Tony leaned against the wall of the elevator and tried to let Peter just lean against him. He had a lot of muscle, so he wasn't as light as he looked.
When the button dinged they were at the top floor and hoisted Peter up again, reassuring his grip.
"You're so fucking heavy." Tony complained.
"You're heavier." Peter mumbled and suddenly the lights were flicked on and Peter was temporarily blinded.
"Really Tony, you've already found a hook up? What is he, drunk?" A domineering female voice ask and Peter momentarily felt Tony's grip on his falter.
Peter was roused from his sleepy state by what was developing around him and he easily broke out of Tony's grip, standing on the floor by himself and squinting in the light at the woman in Tony's kitchen.
"Pepper? Why are you here?" Tony asked, he thought briefly about turning Peter around and hiding his face, but it was too late for that, Pepper already saw him.
"You told me to meet you back here for a debrief." She said, obviously exasperated with him.
"Oh shit I did." Tony looked momentarily lost in thought.
"Tony who is this? Is he even legal?" She asked, looking like she couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Yes, yes of course. He's my boyfriend. I told you I had one." He explained quickly and Peter felt extremely uncomfortable. So this was the personal assistant that Tony had told him about. Well fuck, this changed things.
"Really Tony? What's the public going to think about you dating someone so young?" Pepper asked, gathering up her things from the kitchen counter, trying to get through with this situation.
"We're no going public until at least the summer. After he...graduates." He said quietly, tapering off at the end.
"Oh my God! Is he seventeen?" She asked, rubbing her face with a hand and pressing her lips together.
"Eighteen." Peter answered for himself, voice small and unsure.
"Listen Pep, he's going to MIT next year it's not like I'm a fucking sugar daddy. And come on, I'm certainly not the first rich guy to date an eighteen year old." Tony reasoned.
"Yeah but you were his teacher." She protested.
"And no one will know that our relationship started before he graduated, long after I was his teacher." He retorted, Pepper looked like she was about ready to pull her hair out.
"When's your graduation kid?" She asked.
"June."
"June? Of course it's June." She sounded almost completely insane saying that. "Jesus Tony, you have to go five more months without fucking anything up." She sighed.
"He's in school for the rest of the year, we'll be totally fine." Tony tried to reason.
"That's five months of summer where you guys have to try to not get caught!" She was stalking off towards the elevator now, wanting to be done with this.
"So we'll keep away from each other." Tony shrugged.
"Keep away from each other? This is the first school break Peter's had and you've already flown him here!" She argued with him and Peter certainly couldn't rebuke her. They couldn't stay away from each other for very long.
"Fine, we'll be more careful. I'm sorry Pep, just go to bed. This will be my problem if it comes out." He sighed and Pepper happily walked away, getting in the elevator.
Tony didn't speak, just pulled Peter along with him to the bedroom before falling onto the bed and dramatically pulling Peter along on top of himself.
"What are we gonna do?" Peter mumbled.
"Make out." Tony suggested and Peter groaned against him, obviously that wasn't the answer he wanted.
"For real Tony."
"It's four thirty in the morning, I don't want to deal with this right now." Tony flipped them over and pressed his lips against Peter's throat, leisurely.
"Do you wanna have sex?" Peter asked as he passively let Tony kiss him.
"It's four thirty in the morning." Tony echoed and Peter sighed again.
"Do you wanna give me a blow job?" Peter asked, too tired to actually do much of anything.
Tony let out a soft, raspy laugh and sat up on Peter's thighs. "Yeah, sure."
Peter wasn't even hard so when Tony pulled down his pajama pants and pulled him into his mouth, it was easy to fit all of it in there.
Soon Peter was getting more into it and he could feel his length hardening as Tony had to pull his mouth off a little so that he wouldn't choke. Tony started an easy rhythm of sliding off and on of Peter's cock. Peter bucked his hips shallowly into Tony's mouth and let out a litany of vowel sounds.
"Fuck," Peter whispered and reached out a hand to thread into Tony's hair limply. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and as soon as it started, he was cumming down Tony's throat, the man eagerly swallowing everything he had to give.
Tony reached into the drawer in his bedside table and pulled out a bottle of lube. He used one small dollop to slick his cock and then he pressed Peter's thighs together tightly.
"W-what?" Peter barely spoke before Tony pressed his hard cock through the tight crevice that Peter's thighs made, the feeling of Peter's soft thighs was about a thousand times better than his hand could ever be.
"Oh..." Peter moaned. One of Tony's hand gripped Peter's ankles tightly, holding his legs up and Peter flexed his thighs so they were tight. Tony's other hand gripped his hip tightly, and for some reason the sight of Tony's cock coming through his thighs with each pivot of his hips was just about the hottest thing he'd ever seen.
"Fuck Pete." Tony breathed and the speed of his hips increased until Tony was spilling himself all over Peter's shirt, shallowly thrusting his softening cock a few more times as he rode out his orgasm.
Tony helped Peter out of his dirty shirt and grabbed a wet rag to wipe them down before falling onto the bed and pulling Peter close again him, never wanting to leave his love again.
"Can we have sex soon?" Peter asked, pressing his lips gently against the skin of Tony's neck, giving him small kisses.
"If you really want to. I feel better about doing it in New York." Tony responded.
Peter realized that they hadn't kissed each other once, the entire time they'd been doing things, so he shimmied himself up closer to Tony's face and swung a leg inbetween Tony's.
"I missed you so much." Peter whispered, his breath ghosting over Tony's lips, before he pressed them together.
Tony worked a hand into Peter's hair and held them close together for a moment until they were too tired to kiss for any longer.
"Love you Petey. I don't wanna be away from you again." Tony responded and for a moment Peter thought Tony was going to start crying, but he didn't, he just held Peter close until they both fell asleep.