Peter ran a hand through his hair agitated. What the hell was he going to do? Tony Stark knew where he lived and could, definitely would, come over as he pleased. He needed to make sure that couldn't happen.
"Aunt May!" He called out.
"I'm doing laundry," she yelled back and he went to join her.
"You can't let Mr. Stark visit," he said firmly.
"Why ever not?" she asked with a frown.
"He's been avoiding his work," Peter quickly made up as he was handed a towel to fold.
He knew how much his aunt hated slackers.
"He hasn't gone to work in ages and is avoiding Ms. Potts. Paper work is piling up."
He could see the frown cross her face and resisted a smile.
"And he seemed like such a responsible young man."
Peter held back the snort that threatened to burst out. Responsible was definitely not a word he would associate with the billionaire.
"He's been too busy chasing possible flings that he doesn't get any work done and then Ms. Potts has to do it all."
He wasn't technically lying either. Ms. Potts did have a lot of work to do because of the genius and he could probably, maybe, be considered a fling.
XXX
Peter froze at his desk when the knocking started; he glanced out the window and scowled. An expensive, shiny, car was parked in front of the house. The young man quickly snatched his backpack off the bed and slid out the window. He heard the door opening as he slipped quietly down the ally and grinned. Not today, Mr. Stark, not today.
Peter happily parked himself down at a picnic table in his favorite park with some food and a book. He had only been there for fifteen minutes when someone sat down across from him and he knew, without even looking, who it was.
"Your aunt's kind of terrifying," Tony Stark said.
The young man raised his head to look at him; the billionaire was dressed casual in jeans and a thick heavy t-shirt. He also had on a hat and sunglasses which was probably an attempt to hide his identity. He wondered how the older man wasn't sweating in the heat while also, internally, admitting he looked really good. Tony say him looking of course and smirked before continuing to talk.
"So I knock on the door to ask if you could come out and play and she starts in on me saying that I should be at work and how dare I neglect my responsibilities."
He sent Peter a pointed look which the young man easily ignored.
"She was delighted when I told her I wanted you to work on a special project with me though," he continued smugly.
Peter stared at the man, dropped his head into his hands and groaned. It seemed like every step he got ahead of the genius the man took two.
"So she went up to get you; really Peter? Sneaking out the window?"
The younger man re-lifted his head and shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. Aunt May was probably going to give him shit for that when he got back.
"She did give me this though as well as telling me your favorite park," Mr. Stark said while pulling out a familiar looking container and a fork.
He popped it open and took a couple bites, making a loud appreciate humming noise as he did so. Peter flushed and looked away, shuffling awkwardly; that noise really wasn't necessary and he was sure Mr. Stark had done it on purpose. He hadn't said a word yet but that didn't seem to bother the older man who just continued talking.
"It's been a long time since I've had a home cooked meal. Pepper always says she's not my cook."
He glanced at Peter between bites.
"Speaking of, I'm surprised you haven't gone to her for help."
"I don't need Ms. Potts to handle you," Peter shot back.
He instantly saw a smirk spread across the other man's face and knew Mr. Stark had wanted to hear something like that.
"Oh, you can handle me all you want," he purred and the younger man flushed.
He stood up quickly, almost tripping over the bench in the process.
"I have to go sir."
He noticed the gleam in the other's eyes as he rose to join him.
"Still learning Mr. Parker?"
He fisted his hand in Peter's shirt before he could respond and pulled him in to kiss him. The younger man hesitated for half a second before leaning in eagerly. He felt a sudden rush of possessiveness. Tony Stark had been leading him around by the nose long enough; it was time he took control for once.
He shifted forward, placing both hands on the genius's shoulder and pressed down. The pressure and his weight forced the other into a sitting positon and left Peter with the leverage. He appreciated the grunt of surprise and took pleasure in biting Tony's bottom lip. When the billionaire moved to grip the younger man's hair he threaded their fingers together to keep him in place. Peter tilted his head slightly, enjoying how the other's mouth moved against his and the muffled gasps he heard when they had to break for air before diving back in.
A wolf whistle sounded near them and Peter broke away with his face on fire. He got several feet away before turning back. Tony Stark was watching him; his lips were red, his breathing heavy, and Peter felt a strange sense of victory.
"Good afternoon," he told the billionaire. "Sir," he added cheekily.
He got about five feet away, refusing to look back, before he started chiding himself.
'What am I doing?' he scolded himself. 'I'm only encouraging him.'
Was he starting to enjoy this? Could he be blamed if he was? It was exciting to have an attractive man pursue you and, though he felt like a girl for admitting this, he felt wanted. Plus it was fun trying to outsmart the other. He knew Tony, he would call him that, just not to his face, wouldn't give up but Peter couldn't either. Giving in would end the game; the billionaire would get what he wanted, Peter would be tossed aside and he was not about to let that happen. Still if the game was going to continue he might as well change the rules a bit and have some fun with it.
XXX
Tony had two things going through his head. One, he was really hard and two, what the fuck just happened?
Peter was supposed to be an innocent young man that Tony could corrupt. He wasn't sure that was true anymore. He had been aware that the kid could kiss. That kiss back at his place had been pretty hot after all but this was something else entirely. When Tony decided to seduce someone they got seduced; it happened his way and everyone enjoyed it. Peter Parker though; he had held the genius down effortlessly. He had commandeered that kiss; Tony had been completely helpless…and he'd enjoyed it.
His brain coming out of its haze, was this how others felt around him? He marvelled at the kid. The boy just kept getting more interesting. He was much more of a sex deviant then he had expected and pretty cheeky too. Tossing that 'sir' out after kissing Tony's brains out. Jerk.
The genius decided to take the suit out that night; he had a lot to think about. Tony had dealt with the terrorist camp, there was a twinge around the ark reactor and he rubbed it under the heavy shirt that hid the glow, and he wasn't sure what to do now.
He forced thoughts of pain, water, and blood from his brain and replaced them with images of Peter writhing underneath him. The other had raised the bar and Tony planned on meeting it.
XXX
Spider-Man released a happy breath as he swung between the roofs; he loved these moments, when the city was quiet and he could relax. He rolled onto a roof and blinked; there was something flying above him and on a closer look he realized it was the robot from the news. He calculated how far it was above him before swinging up.
"Hey, how's it going?"
The suit flipped sideways so it could look at him and Spider-Man marvelled at the incredible engineering.
"Pretty good, you?" the man responded, matching the vigilante's casual tone.
"Eh, a little boring," Spider-Man replied.
The voice was definitely male, and familiar. Spider-Man tried to place it but the distortion from the metal made it hard. The vigilante swung up and released the web allowing himself to freefall. He was whooping in delight when a pair of arms closed around him. He was pretty impressed; the metal limbs were much gentler then he had originally thought and Iron Man was careful as he lowered them both onto a nearby roof.
"Are you insane?" The suit demanded.
"It's been debated," Spider-Man responded cheerfully. "Why?"
"Do you know how high you were? You could have broken your legs."
The vigilante didn't bother hiding his laugh. He took a step and jumped; his body turned gracefully in mid-air and he landed one handed on the suit's head.
"I've fallen from much higher distances," he told the man amused.
He did a couple of one handed push ups; okay he was showing off, sue him.
"How flexible are you?" the suit asked.
Spider-Man pushed up, did a flip, and landed with a bow before him.
"Very."
"We should test that out," the metal purred and Spider-Man paused.
Iron Man was Tony Stark. That man was the only one that could say something so casual and sexy. It made sense when he thought about it; after all the suit was a marvel of engineering and who was the best engineer? Plus it must have cost a fortune.
There was a part of him that felt hurt; he had known that the man wasn't just after him but of the proof of him flirting with other people, even if said other person was still him, stung. Another part of him smirked; it would be fun to have some revenge.
The vigilante sauntered forward with a hum. He stopped and placed his hand on the chest armor. I was right beneath the glowing circle that he was dying to look at but right now he had a different goal. Spider-Man trailed his hand down the armor as he slowly slid to his knees. He heard a sharp intake of breath above him and grinned. Slowly he knocked his knuckles against the groan plate.
"This open?" he asked.
"No," was the slightly husky reply.
"Too bad," he said simply and pressed a masked kiss to the cold metal.
He rolled backwards into a handstand and then onto his feet.
"Have a good night Iron Man," he told the man cheerfully before disappearing over the side of the rood.
That had been far too much fun; it was about time Tony got a taste of his own medicine.
XXX
'What the fuck?' Iron Man thought.
"Who was that JARVIS?" he demanded.
"I believe that is the vigilante known as Spider-Man Sir."
"Why don't I know about him?"
"Maybe because all the newspapers that feature him don't discuss you," the AI responded dryly.
Iron Man ignored that in favor of thinking. The man's voice was familiar but he was having trouble placing it and the whole thing was frustrating, in more ways than one. This was the second time he'd been hard core turned on in the same day. First Peter and now this Spider-Man; something niggled at the back of his brain but he pushed it aside. He had more important things to think about then what his brain was trying to tell him.
He was sure he didn't know anyone that confident or casual; no one he knew treated him like that, though he kinda wished they did now. The aching in his groin distracted him from his thoughts and he decided to continue thinking about it at home. Right now he was discovering that having a hard on inside a suit of armor was not necessarily a good thing.
He lifted off the roof to head home; he needed to make a couple modifications to his suit.
XXXXX
AN: Here is the new chapter; I hope you like it. Iron Man and Spider-Man finally meet. So the way I thought about it was that Tony Stark is Tony Stark whether he is in the suit or not so I figured Peter could figure it out but Peter is not really Peter when he is Spider-Man...if that made any sense. Hence why Tony doesn't immediately jump to the conclusion that they are the same person.
This was a lot of fun to write as I, have recently discovered, like messing with Tony. Let me know what you think and if you have any suggestions/ideas for future chapters.