"And with Mr. Stark's recommendation, we can offer a substantial financial aid package." The sweet woman, Marta, said, looking over her shoulder and flashing Peter a smile as they continued on their tour of the school.
"Oh that's awesome! Yeah I'm super interested. I'm still waiting to hear back on my application though." He admitted and she slowed in her step to walk side by side with Peter. She'd been walking slightly ahead of Pete for most of the tour since Tony had been pulled away within the first ten minutes by some professors who wanted him in the engineering department.
"Oh you're in, absolutely. We can go to the admissions office right now and I can get you your letter! It should have been mailed out like last week." She explained with her lips pursed to the side. Peter liked her, she a was junior, witty, and pretty cool in Peter's mind. She was dressed casually and cute, whereas Peter had thought business casual would be the dress code at MIT. Tony had even strolled onto campus in a ratty pair of jeans and a tucked in tee shirt.
Peter was pretty surprised to see what a celebrity Tony was in this world, as soon as they'd gotten on campus, Tony was basically surrounded by professors, students, just about everyone. It made him kind of wish that he could show Tony off, let everyone know that Tony was his. But instead Peter had had to walk next to Happy and behind Tony. The new intern, who no one really cared about.
"Uh yeah, that sounds good." Peter responded. He was excited to get his letter, he would photocopy it and send the original to Aunt May immediately. Peter wondered how much or a difference Dr. Banner and Mr. Stark's letters of recommendation had mattered towards him getting accepted- or if perhaps he would have gotten in because of his own aptitude. He had a feeling though, that it had been Mr. Stark that really swayed everything.
"You wanna get lunch in the cafe with me too? I have some friends who would love to meet Stark's new protoge." She asked cordially and Peter tensed up a little.
"Uh, I'm not sure," he started for a moment, suddenly apprehensive about having to meet so many new people at once. He was used to his own group, hadn't felt much social anxiety since he joined the soccer team.
"Oh Gosh, I probably came on too strong didn't I? Sorry, we can just meet up with Mr. Stark again if that would be better?" She offered and Peter let out a small sigh.
"Oh no, uh, sorry I just- I'm bad at, well ah fuck I've dug myself into a hole. I'm just not great around new people." He quickly summed up as they drew closer to the admissions office. She led him inside and he followed close on her heels.
Marta let out a long laugh and casually reached over someone's desk to grab a stack of envelopes before she pulled out Peter's. "It's MIT Peter, no one here is great around people. We'll make a lunch raincheck for the fall. Now follow me to the engineering building, I think that's where we left Mr. Stark."
On the walk back they didn't talk as much except for Marta asking him casual questions and generally getting to know him. Peter thought that Marta was pretty, she had olive skin and deep eyes, she was also incredibly nice, maybe even overly so.
The engineering building was huge and they took an elevator up to the top floor where Marta said most of the professors spent their time. She was an engineering student, and somehow Peter could picture her perfectly that way.
When they got up to the top it looked like Tony was involved in just about the most boring party he'd ever seen. Through the blinds of an office he could see three guys and one woman standing around a white board with tumblers of whiskey, scrawling equation. Peter had to bite back a laugh. He usually saw Tony working directly with his hands, not doing math in a dinky office.
Marta knocked on the door twice before walking in and then Peter's nose was assaulted with the sent of weed rolling out of the office. The windows were open and a fan was blowing but Peter could still smell it and saw the blunt in between two of Tony's fingers as he held an expo marker in the others.
"It's vile in here." Marta fanned her hand in front of her nose dramatically but had a smile hidden behind it.
"Shouldn't you be doing homework Brown?" One of the professors quipped, but it was jovial and good natured, they obviously had a rapport.
"Ah well, smell you later then." She said, causing a laugh. "I'll see you later Peter! You have my number so feel free to text me." She gave him a pat on the shoulder and then was down the hall away from them.
"I suppose I should be taking Peter as well." Tony handed the blunt to one of the other professors and they nodded at Tony.
"Come down more often Stark. And Peter, I guess we'll see you in the fall, expecting big things from you." The woman said and Peter nervously nodded back at her.
Soon enough, Tony shuffled them out of the room and closed the weed scent behind them. Peter was glad that they were out of there and let out yet another sigh.
Tony maintained a considerable distance between them as they walked down the hall, but once they were in the elevator he put an arm around Peter and leaned back against the elevator wall. "God, those people are so draining." He said, letting his eyes flutter closed for a moment.
"Actually, it's probably all the pot." Peter pointed out cheekily.
"Oh shut up, you can't police me Mr. perfect." Tony joked and leaned in to press his lips against Peter's cheek.
Pete could tell that Tony wasn't actually very high, nor was he drunk, he was just glad to be in Peter's presence alone for a few seconds. Since that first night, they'd had barely any alone time. It had only really been one day wherein Tony'd had nonstop meetings, but this was their only time together for a long while and Peter wanted to cherish every moment.
"I am pretty perfect." Peter joked as Tony bit softly into his neck, pulling away in record time as they elevator dinged and the doors opened to the ground floor of the engineering building.
"You wanna go get something to eat?" Tony asked, standing a respectable distance away from Peter. He longed for the day that he could hold Peter close against him and never let him go.
"Is that a good idea? I mean wouldn't it be weird if we were seen out to dinner with each other?" Peter questioned and felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, but decided not to check it immediately.
"Naw, we'll bring Pepper with us, it'll look totally business like. Plus the press already thinks Pep and I are screwing so..." Tony trailed off and Peter shot him a look, as if that was supposed to make him feel better.
"Alright then, Mr. Stark, lead the way." Peter said, flashing Tony a self satisfied smirk as the man looked both uncomfortable and turned on with the usage of that name, though it had been what Peter called him for a long time before they were together.
Peter briefly reminisced over when Tony told Peter to call him by his first name. It was the first time they kissed, on the couch in Aunt May's apartment. He looked at Tony's profile lovingly for a moment and then was ushered in an open car door by the man. Peter scooted to the far end and Tony took a seat next to him.
Peter didn't recognize the driver, it wasn't Happy, apparently Tony had other drivers. It was no matter though as Tony almost immediately put the privacy screen up.
"Have we ever really been on a date before?" Peter mused aloud as Tony rested a hand on his thigh, calloused fingers squeezing Peter's muscular flesh.
"We went to Ihop once." Tony supplied and gently rubbed circled into Peter's leg.
"That doesn't count. That sucked."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"We spent Christmas together."
"Was that really a date?"
"I guess not."
"Does this mean a lot to you?"
"I don't know," Peter sighed. "Isn't that just what people in relationships do, go out to the movies and shit?" He asked, not like he and Erik had ever really gone out besides studying over coffee or trashy parties.
"Are you saying you want me to take you to the movies?" Tony asked bemused and unbuckled his seat belt to move closer to Peter, sitting thigh to thigh with him and putting an arm around his shoulders.
"No. Just you know, going out and stuff." Peter tried to explain, but even to his ears it didn't really make much sense.
"For a kid going to college next year, you're not very verbose." Tony joked and Peter playfully shoved at him before letting the line of conversation drop and relaxing into Tony's gentle embrace.
They didn't talk for a few moments as Peter listened to Tony's heartbeat and Tony's fingers gently ministrated against his shoulder.
"That girl sure seemed to like you." Tony said and brought his other hand to trace a feather light line down Peter's chest, an absentminded gesture.
"Asked me to go to lunch with her." Peter responded, subtly proud of himself for seemingly catching the attention of someone pretty and older- though he supposed he'd already done with with Tony. "Don't worry though, I prefer my partners a little more manly."
The car rolled to a stop and Peter didn't even remember Tony telling the driver where to go, but when they exited back into the fleeting evening light, they were in front of an old deceivingly decrepit restaurant with some Asian script on the sign that Peter didn't recognize.
Pepper was standing out front in a smart outfit and talking on the phone, she hung up once she saw Tony though. Peter hadn't seen Pepper since she found out about them, so felt a little uncomfortable in her presence once again, and unresolved tension hung viscous in the air.
"Tony, Peter." She greeted and Tony flashed her a smile before leading them into the restaurant.
It was beautiful inside, gold finishes embellished historic artifacts. It was eclectic but not tacky. This was definitely an expensive place.
The hostess led them to a table that was tucked away in a back corner, none on the other diners would be able to see them so Tony took a seat on the same side of the booth as Peter. The booth was small so they were pressed close against one another, Peter confined by the wall.
"What did you think if MIT Peter?" She asked and Peter had temporarily forgotten that the were all the way in upsate Massachusetts. It had been a three hour drive for him and Tony so he wondered how Pepper had gotten here on such short notice.
"Oh it was wonderful, definitely exceeded my expectations." He answered politely and Tony handed him a menu. It was very small and only had six options on it. Peter could barely comprehend what any of them said.
"That's good." She said simply and then their stilted conversation was thankfully over.
"Can you just order for me Tony? My knowledge of Chinese food stops at the takeout place." Peter admitted, referring to a specific place that they'd frequented over Christmas.
"Yeah sure." Tony responded and when the waitress came to get them drinks and take their orders Tony rambled something off to her, Peter had no clue what it was, but figured Tony would know best.
Before they even got their food Tony was getting a phone call and excused himself to go outside and talk. Peter sipped at his water anxiously and Pepper looked down at her manicure.
There was palpable silence until Tony finally came back with an unsure look on his face. "Hey guys, an investor found out I'm in town and apparently he desperately needs a meeting with me right now. I shouldn't take more than an hour. Sorry guys." Tony rambled off and before either of them could say anything he was off cancelling his order with the hostess and hurrying out the door.
"I guess it's just us then." Peter said rather awkwardly, he felt so childish and stupid in this situation, he half expected his voice to crack.
"Yeah." Pepper trailed off with the single word and pursed her lips to the side.
"So... Is uh, Tony a good boss?" He asked plainly, wishing that it wasn't rude to just whip your phone out in the middle of dinner. Peter honestly thought that Pepper wanted to be on her phone right now as well.
"He's good. He just doesn't really like paperwork or meeting, or, really, anything that has to do with running a company." She explained, looking surprised with herself for divulging so much information.
"Yeah, ha, I suppose he'd rather be working with his hands." Peter somewhat expected what Pepper had said, Tony never really struck him as the type to sit around signing forms and exchanging pleasantries.
"Does he treat you right Peter? I mean, take no offense, I'm still just... Wrapping my head around things." She explained as the food was brought out to their table and Peter stared questioningly at what Tony had ordered him.
He wrapped his head around the question for a moment and took a sip of water before finally responding. "Absolutely. I uh, I initiated things. It wasn't like he came onto me at all. He actually helped me get away from an abusive boyfriend and he takes really good care of me."
Pepper smiled at him, a faint, thin line. Peter tried a bite of his food and immediately wondered why he'd doubted Tony. It was amazing.
"I'm glad." She said.
They made faint small talk until dinner was over and Tony was calling Peter, telling him he would pick him up. It was nice actually, and Peter felt like he had a new understanding and appreciation for Pepper.
"Let's go to your room." Tony pressed the button on the elevator and then immediately pushed Peter up against the wall.
"Oh, fuck, yeah okay." Peter breathed out. He and Tony had been in a limo for about three hours, it was nearing midnight. They'd kept mostly to themselves for the better part of the drive but once they'd entered the city limits they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. And they didn't want to either.
They kept it together through the more public spaces of Tony's building but in the elevator again they were reinvigorated.
Both groaned when the door opened and they had to pull away long enough to get to Peter's bedroom.
Tony pushed him back onto the bed and Peter scooted up so all of his body fit on the bed, pulling his tee shirt over his head as he did so.
Tony gripped Peter around his middle, his hands almost able to fully grip his thin body, and pushed him down into the bed and he kissed and bit along Peter's collar bone. Pete bucked his hips up into Tony but wasn't able to move very far with the man holding him down.
Pete was able to grip the collar of Tony's tee shirt and tried to pull it over the mans head. Tony had to remove his grip from Peter and get the shirt the rest of the way off. Peter pulled away from under Tony and coerced the man into laying on his back so Peter could straddle him.
"Hmm, domineering are you Petey?" Tony joked and it made Peter flush red.
"Shut up." He mumbled and silenced Tony with a slick and sloppy kiss. Their mouths were barely even touching as Tony's hands kneaded into Peter's ass, pulling him tightly against Tony's erect cock. They were both trying to get friction against one another, but that wasn't all Peter wanted.
He shimmied down Tony's body and unbuttoned Tony's pants, sliding off the bed to get the mans shoes off so he could pull his pants and boxers all the way off. Peter got himself into a similar state of disrobement and then climbed back up to sit on Tony's thighs.
"Do you want to baby?" Tony asked, carding a hand through Peter's hair and pulling harshly and leisurely as Peter studied his face for a minute.
"Yeah, yeah fuck I do." Peter breathed and Tony pulled away for a second to reach into the bedside table, pulling out a small thing of lube. "Really? You put lube in my room?"
"You are the horniest person I know, it was honestly a safety precaution." Tony said with a mock tone of seriousness.
"Fuck you." Peter laughed as Tony warmed up a spot of lube between his fingers, pushing Peter onto his back again and spreading his legs.
Tony slotted himself between Peter's long legs and pressed and finger against his hole, breaching him slowly. This part Peter was used to, he let out a sigh of pleasure as Tony's knuckle brushed against his hole.
"More," Peter moaned, though he knew full well that he was going to get more. Tony couldn't stop now, Peter was pretty sure his body would go into shock if Tony just left him hanging.
Tony pulled the first finger almost all the way out and then slotted a second along side it. He brought his mouth down to just below Peter's navel and sucked a deep purple mark into the tender flesh of his stomach. Peter let out a low whine at the feeling and sucked in a breath, his ass grinding down involuntarily against Tony's fingers, causing his eyes to roll back into his head.
Tony barely gave Peter any prep before he slicked up a third finger and pushed them all back in roughly. Peter's eyes were flickering open and closed with the feelings going on inside of him and Tony felt like he couldn't wait any longer as he stared down at the look of rapture on Peter's chiseled features.
"You're beautiful." Tony mumbled, barely audible. The only acknowledgement he got that Peter had even heard it was a rosy blush covering his cheeks.
"I love you." Peter finally mumbled back and Tony pulled his fingers out, confident that Peter was prepped enough.
He got more lube on his hand and ran it up his cock, careful not to stroke too harsh. He wanted to last a long time for Peter. Tony also didn't feel the need for protection. Peter hadn't brought it up and Tony had gotten himself tested recently, and he doubted Peter had been getting any side action, so he was undoubtably clean.
"Are you ready?" Tony whispered into the crook of Peter's neck. Peter nodded back, lifting his legs to allow Tony more room.
Tony lined his cock up with Peter's entrance and simply stared down at his love for a moment, taking in all of Peter's features before slowly pushing in. Tony saw Peter's stomach suck in as he gasped and Tony's hand on his tight tightened, squeezing as Peter held in his breath and Tony continued to push in.
When he bottomed out Peter let out his breath and Tony loosened his grip on Peter's thigh, panting slightly.
It took a moment but then Peter gently rolled his hips down against Tony and Tony took that to mean Peter was ready. He drew out shallowly at first before pushing back in, being gentle for Peter's sake. He knew Peter was used to taking his fingers, but his cock was still bigger.
After a few thrusts Tony felt more confident and pulled almost all the way out before pressing back in.
"Oh." Peter groaned and bit his lips harshly.
Tony repeated that movement and Peter made the same pleased noise.
He worked them up after that, moving faster and harder against Peter and not once did Peter even attempt to touch his own cock, just let Tony take care of him.
"Can you cum from just my cock?" Tony asked, his voice husky and low as he leaned over Peter and bit once at his sensitive and hard nipple.
"Mmm, mhmm." Was the only noise Peter could coherently make besides rows of long drawn out noises, most of them vowel sounds, some of them the beginning of Tony's name.
Tony grabbed Peter's hips and pulled him down to meet his thrusts, bouncing Peter the best he could from this angle as he felt his orgasm start to pinnacle.
Peter felt his own start to pool low in his stomach, spreading out like a match until he pressed himself down on Tony's cock forcefully, and came all over his stomach. "Uh, Tony." He moaned and his eyes fluttered open and closed.
It took Tony only a few more thrusts before he was emptying himself into Peter with a grunt and panting through the aftershocks.
"I love you too." Tony mumbled.
It was early in the morning, maybe seven or eight when Peter got up and pulled a pair of pajama bottoms on. Tony had thankfully had the forethought to clean them off last night so he woke up wonderfully not sticky and a little sore. But the sore was good, he relished in it.
Tony was still sleeping as Peter brushed a tentative finger over his face and then made his way to the kitchen for some breakfast.
There was a box of unopened cereal and some milk in the fridge so Peter poured himself a bowl and ate it leisurely while leaning against the counter. He was incredibly hungry after last night, honestly could have two bowls of cereal.
After a few minutes of silence by himself, another pair of footsteps made their way to the kitchen and Tony appeared with his boxers and tee shirt from yesterday on. "Weren't gonna wake me up with breakfast in bed?" Tony asked with a half smile on his face.
"Go back to bed, and starve." Peter quoted, making Tony erupt into laughter that was frankly too loud for the early morning.
Tony came up to stand before Peter, pressing him against the counter. Tony commandeered Peter's spoon and took a bite of his breakfast.
"Hey I really liked last night Tony. That was amazing." Peter made a complete one eighty on subject matter and Tony looked taken aback for a moment.
"I'm glad, because we'll definitely be doing that more before the week is up. Dare I say, before the day is up?" He pressed his lips against Peter's forehead and Peter felt himself almost melt into the touch.
Peter set his cereal on the counter next to them and grabbed Tony's face between the two of his, running his thumbs along his cheek bones and pulling Tony in a soft, early morning sunrise kiss.
It was a little too late when Peter heard another set of footsteps coming into the kitchen.
He pulled away from Tony's mouth and looked over his shoulder, only to them be looking directly at Paul. Of fucking course Paul would be here visiting Wanda. So fucking stupid. Peter thought to himself.
"Oh, shit, sorry Peter didn't mean to interrupt. Also, I didn't know your boyfriend lived in New York?" Paul obviously didn't think that this was a big deal, running into his team mate making out in a kitchen, and Peter could tell he had no intent to leave.
Peter had no idea why Tony did it, Tony probably couldn't say why either: but Tony turned around and if the situation wasn't so grave, Peter almost could have laughed at the expression on Paul's face.