Disclaimer/Spoilers: IM1, IM2, SM1, SM2, SM3. Iron Man/Spider-Man/Tony Stark/Peter Parker and all other characters mentioned are copy-written by Marvel. Story plot is mine for amusement purposes only.
Tony couldn't understand what had gotten into Peter but he liked it. That hand on his thigh drawing all sorts of images was really turning him on. Ooh yeah, lower Cottontail, yeah that's it. God and of all the times to do this, Peter decides to be sexy now. Tony places his hand over Peter's and began to lightly stroke his fingers over the warm skin, he felt Peter react by the sudden stillness until it relaxed unmoving over Tony's thigh.
"You want exactly how many and by when?" Tony asked half listening; he had gotten distracted when Peter's hand moved even lower than before. If Peter's hand shifted slightly to the left, it was all over, they would have to go back to Tony's.
"Yes, we can manage that," Tony found himself replying and took a sip from his usual drink, "Possibly much sooner if I'm inspired well enough,"
Peter's thumb shifted to the left just then.
"Okay I'm inspired enough," Tony smirked, his hand now gripped over Peter's, Steve smiled at Tony's sudden enthusiasm.
"Now that it's settled I suppose we should get on with the contract?"
"It can wait until morning," Tony took a much longer sip from the glass; "I just remembered that I have a prior engagement that needs attending to."
Steve's face fell a little at that, "Are you sure you can't delay this other meeting for another hour?"
"Nope," Tony gave a little cough just as Peter's nimble fingers joined his thumb, "I'm afraid I'll have a big mess on my hands if I don't make it and I really hate cleaning up, wouldn't you agree Peter?"
Peter gave a little smile and a slight nod, "His workshop is a complete mess, spare parts, welding materials and blue prints everywhere,"
Steve regarded Peter for a moment before asking, "Tony's taken you to his private workshop?"
Without skipping a beat Peter merely shrugged, "Yeah I'm pretty handy, I guess,"
"Ooh-kay! That's enough sharing for now," Tony chuckled and stood up, glad that his desire was hidden by the dim light of the restaurant and he shook hands with the other clients. To Steve he merely gave him a curt nod, "Steve," he said then looks back to Peter and gestures for them to leave.
The limo ride back to his place was pure torture. Even if Tony wanted to have some fun in the backseat, he didn't want Happy to crash before Tony had the chance to pay Peter back for the PG-13 hand job at the table.
"You are in so much trouble Parker," Tony said through the side of his mouth, "I should bend you over my lap right now and teach you a lesson,"
Peter just laughed at him. He laughed? Why is he laughing? He should not be laughing.
"What's so funny? I'm being serious," and to prove it Tony had on his serious face as he said it.
"No you're not, I've caught you off guard." Peter replied while looking out of the window at the orange street lights, "Besides, if you really wanted to spank me you'd have done it already than just threat—"
Fuck it.
Tony pushes one of the buttons by the sun roof which allowed the divider to rise, blocking their current view of the back of Happy's head.
"You were saying?" Tony asked with a cocky smirk and then pulls Peter across his lap, one hand smoothing over the perfect fullness of Peter's ass.
Peter gasped and felt his face heat up, "Tony no!" he managed a little pleading whisper as to not let Happy hear him. Tony didn't care at all.
"I told you, you were in trouble Parker," Tony quickly and expertly undoes Peter's zipper and belt so that he could reach inside the seat of Peter's pants. He had expected to feel a pair of boxer-briefs when Tony found that Peter wasn't wearing anything under the pants. Tony gave the smooth soft skin a pinch, "Parker you naughty vixen, what happened to your underwear?"
Before Peter could reply the limo had stopped. Tony looked up to find that they were back at the penthouse, "To be continued…" he drifted with a smile and pushes Peter back against the seat next to him, "Zip up and get your sweet ass upstairs," Tony said while getting out of the limo and headed for the building.
"Happy, why don't you take the rest of the night off, I'm sure a certain red-head's waiting for your call," Tony raised his brows at the other man, who smiled sheepishly back at him, "I've learned over the years that it's better not to keep her waiting, she's got a mean streak."
"Thanks Boss, owe ya one," Happy replied then goes to park the limo in the garage before leaving for the night.
"But I didn't bring my car," this came from Peter, who was pink in the face, no doubt due to their fun in the car.
"Don't worry Parker, it's not like this is the first time you've spent the night at my place," Tony stole a kiss from his boyfriend as he entered the building and headed for the main elevator, Peter followed.
"That was different, I was bedridden," Peter countered.
"There was no riding on the bed that night, believe me!" Tony sniffed and watched the numbers lighting while the elevator lowered and finally opened. Stepping in, Tony pushes the button to the top floor and just as the door closed was he attacked.
"Only because I didn't want you then like I do now," Peter kisses him full on the lips, his hands held Tony's wrists down and he presses his hips firmly against Tony's. Tony gave a grunt when Peter rolled his hips against the older man's.
Tony really was beside himself. How in the world did Peter, his Peter, become like this without him knowing it? It was unfair and it was a cruel punishment to be left guessing like that. Tony had not noticed when the elevator door opened but he had realized something had happened because Peter was no longer pinning him down.
"What the f—" Tony opened his eyes and saw that Peter was walking away with his hands resting against the back of his head, "Cheeky bastard," Tony muttered to himself and dashes out before the doors had closed on him. Tony catches up with Peter and pulls, nearly dragging him toward the front door, his other hand reached into his pocket for the keys until finally they were inside and away from the world.
"What," kiss, "is," smooch, "the big," smack, "idea?" Tony asked between kisses while pushing Peter up against the closed front door.
"You are not the only one that can flirt in public." Peter replied with a happy and dazed expression and began to remove Tony's tie.
"Now," Tony gave Peter a low smile, "what do you think you're doing, Parker?"
"What's it look like, Boss?" the younger man answered coyly, slipping the smooth tie down his chest and tosses it to the side then began on the buttons of the white shirt, "I'm undressing you."
Tony vaguely thought over how he liked this side of Peter, that is of course when Peter got down on his knees in front of Tony, Tony's mind was wiped clean of all rational thought after that.
Later that night, while they were both contented and now spooning in Tony's comfortable king sized bed; that was when the pillow talk started.
"I know you have a past with Steve," Peter began, Tony however, was kissing Peter's shoulder then into the dip of his neck, Peter shivered, finding that spot incredibly sensitive especially after sex.
So that's what this was about, he should have thought as much; his clever Peter.
Tony rests his forehead against Peter's shoulder then frowns, "What exactly do you know?"
Peter bites his lip, "Nothing really, only that I kinda overheard you and Pepper talking about him when I passed by your office earlier today,"
Tony sighs, "We...have a long history..."
"I thought so, I mean you've never mentioned him before, even when he called you recently," Peter grips at the pillow slightly, his anxiety over Tony's next responses made him nervous.
"Let's say that we don't have the smoothest past," Peter felt Tony pull him closer but had done so in a gentle manner.
The young man smiles at this and relaxes into Tony's touch, "Is it safe to ask what happened between you two?"
"He left me."
Peter turns around and faces him, a look of surprise mixed with worry, "He left you? Why?"
Tony shakes his head, "It's not important, point is, he fucked up and I broke it off,"
Peter ran his fingers over the cool metal ring around Tony's arc reactor, which he found was one of Tony's very sensitive areas, "Well I'm glad he did, otherwise we wouldn't be together." He then looks up into the older man's eyes and offers him a content smile.
"I still have to see him," Tony said, looking very uncomfortable.
Oh yea right, the contract, "Yeah I know, the business deal. How long do you think the contract is for? Two? Three years max?"
"Not quite. It's not just business."
"What do you mean it's not just business?" Peter glared at him; he didn't like how this conversation was going.
Tony swallows hard when he saw the expression Peter was now giving him, "Well...you know I'm Iron Man, right?
Peter sat up, the glaring continued, "What does that have to do with anything?" his eyes were slits now, "Is he a groupie?"
"No Peter," Tony groaned and rubs his face; "he's Captain America."
"He's Captain America," Peter said in a disbelieving manner, "Your ex-boyfriend, Steve, is Captain America?"
Tony nodded and sits up, "So you can see where things get more then complicated."
"Steve is Captain America?" Peter asked carefully, though no matter how he asked the question he was still in total shock and disbelief.
"Yeah, he is." Tony replied and got up heading towards the bar to pour himself a drink.
"You dated Captain America?"
"Not so much as dated... if you wanted to get technical about it." Tony drank down the scotch he just poured, in one gulp.
"You were bed buddies with Captain America!" Peter covered his eyes with his hands then ran his fingers through his hair.
"No matter how many ways you ask, the answer is still going to be the same," Tony said in a deadpanned response and looked down at the bottom of his glass.
Peter remained silent for such a long time that it had begun to make Tony feel uneasy.
"Peter, what's the matter?" he asked and started back toward the bed.
"Nothing," Peter answered almost too softly for Tony to hear him.
"Peter," Tony's hand cupped under Peter's chin, then turned him to meet the older man's eyes, "you have nothing to worry about, I mean it." Tony did mean it or at least, Peter could feel that he did.
"Yeah I just—" Peter shook his head and pulls himself away from Tony's reach, "so many thoughts buzzing in my head. I mean, how do you compete with someone like that?"
Tony's suspicion suddenly became concern, "Easy, you don't," he said and reaches for Peter's hand to take in his, "and I don't want you to either, I like you just the way you are Peter, enough said."
Peter wanted so badly to believe him.
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