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Sweet Little Unforgettable Thing

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Peter proceeded to have a mild heart attack, yelling for MJ to get back in his room as he paced, his boxers back on and his face dark with panic.

 

“Don’t tell me you tore something,” MJ said, sounding exasperated.

 

“I told Tony I’d come in today,” he said, and he watched as understanding filled her eyes.

 

“Shit.”

 

“What do I do?” he asked, voice filled with anxiety.

 

“Say you lost a bet with me!” she said. “On the winner of the national spelling bee.” Peter couldn’t help his snort.

 

“The fact that you know that’s relevant says more about you than you realize,” he said.

 

“I’m not the one who’s going to be dressed like a hooker in front of my boss-slash-crush.”

 

“Touche. Okay, who was the winner this year?”

 

“Louis Schneider, from Akron, Ohio,” MJ said without slipping a beat. He raised an eyebrow at her, but she just shrugged.

 

“I am not ashamed.” He couldn’t respond to that, so he just shooed her back out of the room.

 

Once the plug was inside and the clothes were on, they took the second picture and tossed them on Peter’s desk for him to decorate later.

 

“Gimme a ride?” he asked, hitching his backpack onto his shoulder and slipping on his black Vans - a gift from one of his clients, a fellow sex worker and one of the few women who had purchased his Snap. MJ nodded and grabbed her own backpack. As Peter locked the apartment door, he felt his phone buzz. Pulling it out he saw that Edward had finally responded.

 

“Can’t wait to see them, I’m sure they look amazing. What are you up to for the rest of the day?”

 

“I actually got called into work, but no worries, I’ll still be wearing your outfit ;)”

 

“That the dude?” MJ asked as they rode the elevator, looking over his shoulder as the next message popped up. Peter nodded.

 

“Jesus, you work at a strip club or something?”

 

“Nah, my boss is really understanding.” MJ snorted.

 

“Lying is bad you know,” she said. Peter scowled at her.

 

“It’s not a lie, Tony is understanding,” he said, walking out to the parking lot and sliding into the the front seat of her car. He tossed his bag into the backseat before answering Edward’s new message.

 

“Seems like a good guy.” Peter smiled softly.

 

“Oh he’s the best, I like him a lot. Wouldn’t want to work under anyone else.”

 

Or be under anyone else , the thought to himself. MJ started the car and headed for Manhattan. Though Tony had moved most of his tech and supplies upstate to the compound, the tower was still operational so that Pepper had a place to work closer to home, and that’s where Peter usually worked.

 

The drive took a little longer than anticipated due to traffic, but Peter made it in just under an hour. He gave MJ a hug and thanked her for the ride before fishing his backpack out of the backseat and stepping out.

 

He stood in front of the tower, looking down at his outfit and then up the expanse of the tower. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.

***

Tony had just put the finishing touches on the new heat-guided bullets he was designing for Natasha when he heard the breathless “hey, Mr. Stark” from behind him. He hadn’t even heard the boy come in, he had been so distracted by his tinkering. Of course, now he would be distracted by something else entirely, but he had no one to blame but himself for that one.

 

“Hey, Peter,” he said, steeling himself before turning around. He could barely contain his groan of arousal when he did.

 

Peter looked like walking sin in the outfit Tony had chosen for him. The crop top hugged his broad shoulders and defined chest, showing off his chiselled abs for the world to see. The shorts were even shorter than Tony had pictured, what looked like miles of creamy skin on display. Tony wanted to devour him. Peter flushed under his scrutinizing gaze.

 

“I lost a bet,” he said weakly, looking embarrassed. Tony cocked his head to the side with a raised eyebrow.

 

“What kind of bet leads to this?” he asked, intrigued at how Peter was going to lie his way through this.

 

“An MJ bet, on who would win the national spelling bee. Whoever won got to pick the loser’s outfit for the day, and I lost.” Tony was impressed. He must have rehearsed that in the car his whole way here.

 

“Well, she sure knows how to pick’em. Tell her I approve,” he said, not realizing how it sounded until Peter’s blush deepened. “That’s some devious shit,” he added to be safe. Peter laughed nervously.

 

“So, uh, what did you need my help with?” he asked, shuffling his feet awkwardly, reminding Tony of the lie he had created to have an excuse to see the boy in that outfit in person. Luckily, he had managed to find something that fi the lie perfectly. He got up and crossed to another table that looked like a chemistry class had vomited all over it.

 

:It’s the new web fluid I’m trying to make for your suit, it’s not synthesizing correctly. My notes are over here, go nuts,” he said, gesturing as he spoke. Peter nodded and walked to the table, dropping his backpack to the ground and glancing over Peter’s notes.

 

“Okay, Mr. Stark, I’ll tackle this after I go to the bathroom,” he said. Tony nodded and went back to his earlier project, calibrating the bullets to Natasha’s personal pistol. He would have her take them for a spin tomorrow tomorrow up at the compound. As he worked, his phone buzzed... with a notification from Peter’s Snapchat. Tony swallowed past the growing lump in his throat and opened the Snap.

 

He didn’t regret it when he saw Peter leaning over the bathroom sink, shorts undone. His eyes were sultry, lips outy and pink, a complete stranger from the nervous, slightly awkward boy who had just left the room. The caption read “Do I look pretty, Daddy?” Tony felt his jeans tighten and groaned softly. He knew Peter probably called all of his clients that, but that didn’t stop Tony from picturing Peter underneath him moaning “please, Daddy, harder.” Before he recovered, another picture appeared. Tony clicked it open immediately, and nearly choked on his own spit.

 

The photo was taken from a low angle, showing off the plug in Peter’s ass beautifully. “Feel better if it was your cock,” the caption said, and Tony had to exercise all of his self-control to not barge into the bathroom and fuck Peter over the sink right then and there. He was used to getting what he wanted, not sitting back and watching what he wanted show off for no doubt dozens of other people. But he couldn’t back out now and there was no way he was revealing himself, so he just opened the chat.

 

“Fuck, I want to eat you alive,” he said, happy to at least say what he’d wanted to the moment his eyes had landed on Peter in that outfit. Peter responded quickly.

 

“I taste so good, Daddy, and I bet you’d know how to eat me just right ;)” Tony swore under his breath and adjusted himself. If he was going to get through the next few hours with Peter dressed like that , he was going to have to take the edge off somehow. Shooting a quick text as himself to the boy saying he’d be back in a little bit, he left for one of the other bathrooms on the floor.

 

Locking the door behind him, Tony didn’t waste any time dropping his pants and underwear, taking his already hard cock in hand and stroking quickly. He thought on his earlier desire to interrupt Peter in the bathroom and decided to run with it. He would bend Peter over the sink, pulling the plug out slowly before replacing it with three fingers, pumping them roughly inside the boy. He moaned out loud when he thought of how tight Peter would be around his cock as he fucked into him, the hand on his cock tightening and going faster. He could imagine Peter’s moans and whimpers, could see the expressions he’d make as he was impaled by Tony’s cock, and he sent a silent prayer to the heavens that he had accidentally purchased that Snapchat.

 

He came with Peter’s name on his lips, and wondered how long it would be before he snapped for real.