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pros of dating me

• if u like something but i dont, i will try super hard to get into the thing u like •i like physicality so neverending kisses and hugs • im not cute so no one will steal me away?? •chubby. warm hugs. •i will call u cute names all day long

cons

•if im wearing socks on a hardwood floor i will pretend to be lightning mcqueen in the final lap of the piston cup

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Life Changes (ch8)

Tony was almosts asleep when his phone started blaring ‘Perfect’ by Ed Sheeran. That was the ringtone he set for Peter. Was he hallucinating? Why would Peter be calling him? Scrambling for his phone, he answers it.

“H-hello?” Amazingly, his voice sounded steadier than he felt.

“Tony?”

“Peter. You’re real.” His voice was as soft as Peter’s was.

“ Of course I’m real.” The tiniest bit of a smile shone through the younger man’s voice. “I know I was an ass to you and I don’t blame you if you hate me but do you think...You could come up here?”

“Peter...I don’t hate you.”

There is silence for a moment.

“Can you come up here?” Peter’s voice wavers a little. “Please? I need to see you.”

“I’m on my way.”

“Thank you.”

Tony pulls on his shoes and looks around for his keys.

Tony?”

“Yes love?” Tony asked, sliding out his door and locking it.

“Can…..can you stay on the line until you get here? You’re voice is comforting. It’s the one thing that I have from before.”

Tony doesn’t have an answer for that. He just wanted to hold Peter and never let him go.

“Yeah, I’ll stay on the line. So talk to me. How are you feeling? Are they treating you okay?”

“I’m starting to get feeling in my leg again, which hurts like hell by the way but painkillers are a blessing. I’ve noticed there are a lot of redheads here. Oh and Dr. Romanova says I can start PT in a few days so I suppose that’s good.”

Tony chuckles a little.

“Have you met T’Challa King yet?”

“Oh yeah! He’s nice.”

“His sister works in plastics. I think you two would get along.”

“Maybe I’ll meet her. I seem to be meeting a lot of people. I met a guy from peds today.”

“Guy from peds?”

“Big guy. Kinda scary looking. Ex cop with a fake arm that’s all doodled up?”

“Ah. Bucky. Don’t let how he looks scare you. He’s a big softie, especially around Steve.”

“Steve? The guy who helped him?”

“Peter, Steve and Bucky are engaged. Theirs is the wedding I invited you to.”

“Oh! That’s sweet. So when do I get to meet Steve then? It’s only fair if I meet both halves of the couple. And they are friends of yours so it's fair right?” Peter babbles a little

“I’ll see if I can set something up. We’ll do lunch or something. How does that sound?”

“Only if you want to. I don’t want to impose.”

“I’m sure they’d love to. Steve has already asked twice. He’s kinda old fashioned in his ways. He wants to take us out and pay forit himself. He’s such a dad but it’s sweet.”

“Well okay….If he insists.”

Tony smiles. “Well I can’t exactly argue with my boss.”

“Yeah that is true.”

Tony pulls into the parking lot and turns his car off.

“Do you want me to bring you something from the cafeteria?” He asked, suddenly remembering he hadn’t eaten all day.

“Um….not fish sticks.”

“I see you talked to Wanda.”

“Yeah. She’s really nice.”

“That she is. How does grilled cheese sound?”

“That sounds amazing. And a hot chocolate?’

“Your wish is my command.”

“You are the best.”

“Yes so I’ve been told.”

“Hurry up here. I really wanna see you.”

“I’ll be there soon. I gotta hang up now so I can order okay?”

“Okay bye. See you soon.”

Tony heads up to Peter’s room, sandwich in hand. On his way, he spots a familiar streak of white hair.

“Stephen!” He calls.

Stephen stops and looks over at him. His face goes through a whole range of emotions that Tony couldn’t quite read. He sets the chart down and makes his way over.

“So I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thanks for letting me stay over.”

“It’s no problem. I’d rather know you were safe than dead in a ditch somewhere.”

Tony nods a little.

“So what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’m actually here to see Peter.”

“Peter?”

Tony grins widely.

“Yeah. He called and asked me to come up.”

“Oh. That’s wonderful.” Stephen smiles a little, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Okay, what happened last night?” Tony asked, worried. “Did I do something stupid? Did we do something-”

Stephen raised a hand, shutting Tony up.

“No, we didn’t do anything. You wanted attention and I sent you to bed but instead of going to the guest room, you decided to sleep in my bed. So I slept in the guest room.”

Tony’s smile fell. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put you out.” “I’m not worried about it. You were drunk so I saw no point in arguing with you.”

“Yeah. I am an unreasonable drunk.”

“Don’t flatter yourself Antony. You’re always unreasonable.” Stephen teases, seeming to relax a little.

“Well I think that depends on who you ask.”

Stephen rolls his eyes and pats Tony’s back. “Go on. He’s waiting for you.”

“I’ll talk to you later?” He asked, turning to go to Peter’s room.

“I’ll be here.”

-----.-----

Peter looks up with a careful smile as Tony enters his room.

“Tony.” He breathes softly, wanting to reach for the older man but holds back.

Tony however, moved to sit beside him and hands over the burger with a smile.

“I missed you Peter.” Tony says, breaking the silence. That made the dam inside Peter break wide open.

“Tony I’m so sorry. I snapped at you and it was wrong. I was an idiot and I shouldn’t have said those things. None of this is your fault. It’s my own fau-”

“I’m going to stop you right there.” Tony says, leaning over with a tiny smile. “Peter, I don’t blame you for acting the way you did. Hell, if I were in your situation, I’d probably be worse.”

Peter opens his mouth to protest again but Tony leans over and kisses him gently, effectively shutting him up. When Tony pulled away, Peter stared at him.

“Is this going to be a thing now? You kissing me to shut me up?”

“Hm. Yes, I think it is.”

Peter blushed a little. “O-oh. Okay.”

“So have I missed much?”

“No, not really. Though I do have a question.”

“Ask away.” Tony props his feet on the edge of the bed and smiles.

“Nurse King wouldn’t happen to be related to Shuri King, would he?”

Tony sits up straight in surprise. “You know her?”

“She’s dating a friend of mine.” Peter grins. “Michelle Jones.”

“Ah well I don’t know Shuri to well, but I do know she’s a great person.”

“Oh yeah. She’s super sweet. The two of them are great together except when they get pissed off. Then it’s scary.”

Tony laughs softly again and sits up to take Peter’s hand in his own. He intwines their fingers and looks up into Peter’s eyes. He could listen to the younger man talk for hours.

“What about you? What have you been up too since I flew off the handle.”

“Well I worked in the ER and did a surgery or two.”

“Anything interesting?”

“A guy had a branch go through his leg.”

“Anything else?”

“Um….I got drunk and ended up at Stephen’s house?”

Peter giggles a little. “Is there something that happens often?”

“Me gettin drunk or me going to bother Stephen?”

“Both? EIther one?”

“I don’t drink a whole lot anymore. I used to be an alcoholic and I realized that was just like my father and I don’t want to do that. As for me bothering Stephen,” Tony smirks. “I do that as often as I can.”

“So do I get to meet this Stephen?”

“Do you want me to go get him?” Tony asked, moving to get up.

Peter makes grabby hands at Tony, stopping him from getting up. “I don’t want to bother him. I don’t want to be a bother.” He catches his bottom lip between his teeth.

 Tony chuckles a little. “Don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he isn’t doing anything right now. It’s late and most people are sleeping.”

“Are you sure?”

Tony runs his fingers along Peter’s lip, gently pulling it free from his teeth.

“You’ll get blisters.” He says softly. “And yeah. Just give me a minute.”

Pressing a kiss to Peter’s head, Tony stands and leaves the room. Heading back towards the nurse’s station, he looks around for Stephen. Not seeing him, he heads for an on-call room. He hears the sound of soft crying through the cracked door and peeks in, concerned.

“Hello?” He calls.

-----.-----

Stephen watches Tony head towards Peter’s room and smiles softly. It was good that Tony was so happy again. He finishes his rounds and finds an empty on-call room.  He pauses by the young ex-performers room. Tony looked so peaceful talking to him. It was something Stephen hadn’t seen in a while. He enters the room and sits on one of the beds. As he sits in the dark, his thoughts seem to settle around him. His mind goes back to the kiss and Stephen squeezes his eyes shut tight, feeling heat rise in his face. If it was any other circumstance, he’d be giddy with joy. Though maybe this could help him get over his feelings. Except it didn't. It just confused him more. He knew Tony would never feel that way about him but the words kept repeating in his head.

“I need you…..”

“You’re my best friend….”

Putting one hand over his eyes, he feels the tears slip out, making hot tracks down his cheeks. Sometimes a man just needs a good cry. Stephen did have a terrible habit of burying his feels deep inside. He hears the door creak and jumped up, realizing he hadn’t shut the door all the way.

“Hello?” A soft voice called.

“Tony?” Stephen’s voice cracked a little and he winces. He hurriedly wipes his face and takes a deep breath. “Did you need something?”

“I’m turning on the lights.” Tony warns before flipping them on. Stephen hisses at the sudden flood of bright lights.

“Stephen.” Tony moved closer, sitting beside him. “What’s wrong?”

Stephen shakes his head and clears his throat. “It’s nothing. I’m just tired is all.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” Tony counters,

“Do you need something Tony or did you come to annoy me?”

Tony glares at him. “You aren’t getting out of this. We are going to talk later. But yes, I actually want something.”

“Well I’m waiting.”

“Peter wants to meet you.”

“Me? Why?” Stephen asked, shocked.

“Uh because you are one of my best friends?”

“I….see.”

“Please will you please just come meet him? He’s really important to me.”

Stephen knew full well he could never tell Tony no. He sighs and nods. “Only for a few moments though because I actually would like to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

“Great. Come on.” Tony gets up and leads him out.

 Once they got to the room, Stephen took one look at Peter, who was all bright smiles and greetings, and couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello. My name is Stephen Strange.”

“You helped fix my leg!”

Stephen nods. “Yes, I did.”

“Thank you a lot.”

“Well I’m just happy to help.” Stephen says, relaxing a bit.

“So….do all the neurosurgeons here have pretty eyes and nice hair?” Peter blurts, his face flushing.

Tony gives Steve a look, a dopey smile on his face.

“Well, not as far as I know but don’t tell me I’m going to have to fight my best friend for your attention.” Tony teases. Stephen pants Tony’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry. He isn't my type. No offence Peter.”

“None taken!” Peter stammered a bit. “You aren’t really my type either.”

“So if Peter isn’t your type, who is?” Tony questions with that damn quirked eyebrow of his.

Stephen shrugged, stopping himself from saying what automatically popped into his head.

“Ah well, you’re find someone who I deem good enough for you.” Tony grins.

“Yeah, we’ll see.”

Distractions

This is my @starkerexchange gift for @alltimehella

all characters are 18+

Peter Parker. Tony groans as his star student comes across his mind. HIs beautiful, sexy, very taken student. He knew that Peter was dating the exchange student Shuri, not that he blamed the younger man. The girl was pretty, smart and not afraid to speak her mind. Honestly she reminded Tony of himself. Maybe that's why he was so jealous. He couldn't help thinking about the bright eyed student in the front row. He was always so attentive, eyes wide and bright, the tip of his pen pursed between his full, pink oh-so-kissable lips. Saying Peter was a smart kid was the understatement of the century. He was easily almost as smart as Tony himself, but his grades said the opposite. That had Tony concerned. He needed to find out what was happening because Peter should not be failing. Tony looks up as his class begins to file in. Peter was first in, as always. Shuri was after him and they were laughing about something. Now, Tony didn't hate Shuri, she was a great person. He just didn't like her with Peter. His Peter. His Peter? Yes. His Peter. His. Pulling his mind from the gutter, Tony stands and approaches the front of the room with his hands clasped behind his back. He had a hands on lab prepared today and wanted to get started as soon as possible Of course, there were other things he'd love to get his hands on, but in due time.... The project was simple enough, an exploration of heat on speed. It was boring really. Tony was bored. Again. He finds himself staring at Peter again, as always. He watches with intrigue as Peter talks to himself softly, pink lips moving quickly before his tongue darts out and wets those lips. God it drove Tony crazy. He wanted to shove Peter against the wall or onto a desktop and fuck him into next week. But there was one thing that stood in the way. And that thing stood next to him, peering over their project. She leaned lose, saying something to make Peter laugh. Tony's grip tightened and he fought himself to not rush over and split them up. This was going to kill him. He was gonna die before graduation finally came. Class finally came to an end after a painful hour and a half. He stands as students began to file out. "Peter. Come see me. Now." He watches as Shuri whispers in his ear then pats his shoulder. He blushes a little and nods before slowly approaching Tony's desk. "Is something wrong Mr. Stark?" the younger man asked, biting his lip and shifting from foot to foot. Tony found it absolutely adorable and wanted to kiss him silly right then. "Peter are you aware of your grade in my class?" Peter looks down. "It's not what it could be." He mumbles. "Exactly." He sits and gestures to the stool beside the desk that he himself sat on when he lectured and wasn't walking around the classroom. "Is there something wrong? Nothing you say will go beyond these walls." Despite being extremely jealous of Peter's girlfriend, he was actually concerned. "Well not wrong exactly. I've been....distracted? Yeah. Distracted." Tony leaned back and folds his hands. "Is it someone in class?" "Mhm." The shy demeanor started to melt away. Tony fights back a smirk. He could read Peter like a book. This would be fun. "Is there anything I can do to help? If you tell me who it is, I'm sure we can" He licks his lips. "Work something out." "Hm.. Well I'm not so sure that it would be ethical." Peter practically purred. "We'd have to be careful." "Well it's a good thing I'm good at hiding things." "Care to elaborate?" Tony raised an eyebrow and leans forward. "What is your sexuality Mr. Stark?" Taken aback, Tony laughs and rubs his head. "Well I don't really think about labels but I would say I consider myself pansexual." "I'm gay." Peter blurts. "But you have a girlfriend." "Ever heard of a beard?" "She's a cover up? But why?" "Mr. Stark, Shuri is a lesbian." "I see." Relief flooded Tony's veins. "I was trying to make you jealous and judging from watching you in class, it worked." "And what does this have to do with you failing my class?" "Oh that's because I was waiting for a moment like this. I wanted your attention." "Peter you never had to fight for my attentions. Hell, it's been hard not to push you onto the desk and fuck you into next week." Peter's breath hitches and Tony almost growls in response. "Is that a promise?" Peter whispers. Tony hummed for a moment. "Maybe. Do you want it to be?" "Yeah." "How about we make a deal, hm?" "What kind of deal?" "If you get your grade up to passing, I'll fuck you right here on this desk." Tony drums his fingers on the polished wood. "Do I get some sort of incentive? To keep me motivated?" "How about a date?" "A date?" "You do know what a date is, do you not?" "Of course I do! I'm not a blushing virgin Mr. Stark." "Okay okay. Calm down Peter. I'll pick you up at the dorms at six?" "I'll see you then." He stands and starts to walk back to his desk to get his bag. Tony stands and makes his way over and grabs the strap of the ag. "One more thing." Peter looked at him, confused. Tony actually smirked this time and pulled Peter closer by his jacket. "Tell me to stop anytime." He said, before kissing the younger man deeply. He feels Peter start to buckle and his grip tightened to keep him upright as he pulled away. "How was that?" "Holy fuck." Tony laughs and slowly lets him go. "If you thought that was good, just wait until you get the main event." Peter rolls his eyes. "Oh my god." "Mmm, not quite." Tony smirks. "I'll see you tonight Peter." -----.----- Peter looked at the mess around his room. He couldn't decide what to wear. What do you wear when you go on a date with your professor? Your well off professor at that? He had finally settled on a red button down and his nicest black jeans. He spent an hour trying to get his hair to stay in place but eventually did give up. It was then that there was a knock on his door. Peter looked around and cursed softly. His room was a mess. Shaking his head and grabbing his keys, he turns the light off and slips out the door. "Hi sorry I'm-" Peter turned around after looking the door and his mouth went dry. Mr. Stark was all black and god damn it should be illegal for someone to look that good. "Peter? Are you alright?" Peter shakes his head to clear it. "S-sorry-ah, what am I supposed to call you?" "How about Tony? That is my name." "Tony." Peter smiles. "You look really really really hot." He blurts. Then his eyes widen and he slaps his hand over his mouth. Tony laughs and pus Peter's hand down. "Thank you." He leaned down and kisses Peter gently. "Shall we?" "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise." "Oh." "Don't worry. I made sure we'll have some privacy." "Privacy?" "Just so we don't be interrupted." "I...okay?" "I know the guy who owns the restraint. He owes me a favor." "Well as long as it's not to expensive..." "Peter, if we're going to have any kind of relationship-other than student-teacher of course- I'm going to spoil you." "You don't have too...." "I want to." Tony grins, opening the car door. "After you." Peter blushes a little and ducks into the car. It was nice, a Audi R8. This car cost more than his college tuition. He felt a bit out of place but put a smile on his face as Tony slides into the driver's seat. He really was looking forward to this. Tony glances over as he puts on his seatbelt. "You okay?" "Yeah. No, yeah I'm good. It's just....this is the nicest car I've ever seen, let alone rode in." Tony laughs. "Yeah, she is a beauty." "Yknow, I could use a really cheesy line right now, but I'm not going to." "Is that so?" "Mhm. I'll save those for when you decide to not leave me out of embarrassment. Or we are in public and you don't wanna make a scene." "You underestimate me, Mr. Parker." "We'll see." The rest of the ride was spent in idle chatter. Peter found himself much more relaxed than he had expected. He was careful, of course, but not paranoid. He had been wanting this for a while after all. There was a buzz in his pocket and he sighs a little, pulling the phone out. It was a text from Shuri. [You got yours. Now it's my turn] Peter laughs softly and tosses it into the back seat. "We have arrived." Tony announces. Peter looks out the window and his jaw dropped. Per Se? Per Se is the second most expensive restaurant in New York. He looks back at Tony, still shocked. "A meal here costs more than my entire wardrobe!" He exclaims. Tony just laughs again and gets out. "I ordered ahead of time, I hope you don't mind." "I wouldn't know what to get here anyway..." Peter answers, getting out and closing the door. "Do you drink wine?" "I have like once. I think." "Oh Peter. Come with me. I'm going to rock your world." Peter smirks. "Promise?" Tony gives him a sideways glance. "In due time. Though, keep talking like that and we won't make it through all the courses." "How many are there?" "I ordered a nine course tasting menu. No two ingredients are repeated." "Holy shit!" Peter squeaks, earning a dirty look from another couple in the parking lot. "Holy shit indeed." Tony agreed with a nod. He holds open the door and smiles. "After you." Once inside, Peter's eyes widen. "Woah..." The restaurant was bathed in a soft golden light. A large window over looked the river, giving a nice view of the almost set sun. There was a full bar and large elegant lamps suspended from the ceiling. There was a tug on his elbow and Peter turned away from his gawking to follow Tony to a side room. The room had the same lamps and soft light as the main dining room. A bottle of blood red wine sat on a bright white table cloth. Tony thanks the waiter and pulls out a chair for Peter to sit in. "What do you think?" "It's much nicer than Olive Garden." "Yes, that is true." Tony chuckles, popping the cork of the wine bottle and pouring some into both glasses. He hands one over before raising his own. "Cheers." "Cheers." Peter repeats, taking a long drink. He makes a face. "That's strong." "Of course it is. It's real wine." "Right. Of course." Tony sets the glass down as the first course arrives. Oysters were elegantly plated with caviar on the side. Peter does his best to not make a disgusted expression. He had never had caviar, but it sounded nasty. He puts on a smile when Tony looks at him. "I take it from the grimace you are trying to hide, you've never had caviar before?" "Am I that obvious?" Peter asked sheepishly. "Just a bit. Try it?" "Alright..." Peter sits down and picks up a spoon. "May I?"Tony asked, taking the spoon from Peter's fingers. Peter slowly lets the spoon go and watches as Tony runs his finger through the contents of the spoon. "Open." He commands and Peter bit back urge to say 'yes daddy'. "Daddy?" Tony raises an eyebrow and sits back a little. Oh fuck. That was out loud. Peter's face flames. "I-I-Uh-" "Well, Baby Boy," Tony smirks, leaning closer. "Open up for Daddy." Peter opens his mouth as Tony's fingers push past his lips. It would have been sexy, but the taste was absolutely horrible. Peter gags, pulling back and spitting into a napkin. "Oh god. That's fucking horrible!" "Language Baby. Don't make me spank you." Tony teases. Peter looks up, his pupils dilated a little. "I think making me eat that was punishment enough." "I hear a 'but' in there." Instead of answered, Peter picks up Tony's glass and drains it. "Hey, that was mine." Peter shrugs. "It's mine now." "That's rude Peter." "What are you going to do about it?" Tony reaches over and pulls Peter to him. "You need to behave." "Or what?" Peter challenges with a smirk. Tony grabs Peter's wrists and holds them with one hand, tilting the younger man's face up and kissing him deeply. Peter lets out a gasp of surprise and Tony takes that opportunity to push his tongue into his mouth. Peter lets out a whine. "M-mr. Stark!" "Mmm." Tony lets out an amused growl. He pulls away a little. Peter whines at the lack of contact. Tony just picked up his knife and starts to pry open the oysters. "Tony." Peter whined. No response. "Mr. Stark?" He tried. Nothing. "Daddy?" He asked, tugging at his arm. Tony finally looked at him. "Hm?" "Those are gross." He says bluntly. "You don't like them?" "I don't really need fancy things. I would have been happy with sharing McDonalds chicken nuggets." "Is that so?" "You don't have to throw money around to impress me. Who are you really, Tony Stark?" Tony looks at him. "I've been trying to not push you down on this table and fuck you until you can't remember your name." "And then we can get chicken nuggets?" Peter asked, licking his lips and leaning forward a little. "I'm sure we can work something out." Tony smirks. "Then I guess I better be good, right?" Peter purrs, standing up. "Daddy." He turns his body gracefully and folds himself into Tony's lap, straddling him. Tony looks up at him. "Hey baby." "Hi." Peter giggles. Tony wasted no time pulling Peter to him and kissing him deeply. Peter rolls his hips forward, making Tony groan. He sends a quick text before tossing his phone aside and standing. Peter automatically wraps his legs around the professor's waist, nipping at his ear. Tony drops him none to gracefully onto the table. It wobbles a little but is otherwise sturdy. Peter feels his shirt being pulled out of his jeans, then was slowly unbuttoned. His heart raced with anticipation. "Please..." "Please what?" "Touch me." Peter begs. Tony just laughs and leans down, running his tongue over Peter's right nipple. Peter gasped and jerks up. Tony pulls off then ghosts his breath over the other, only teasing. Instead, Tony grazed his teeth down the pale skin of Peter's neck. He bit and sucked roughly, marking the skin with dark bruises. Peter closes his eyes and moans, low and long. While Peter was distracted, Tony snaked one hand down to grasp Peter's groin. Peter's eyes shot with open. "A-ah!" Tony smirked and bites down at the pulse point as he began to move his fingers in small slow circles. Peter bucks his hips up in an effort to gain some traction but Tony pulls his hand away. "Stop teasing me!" Peter demands. Tony shoves two fingers into Peter's mouth. "I don't have any lube. So suck unless you want this to hurt, I need you to do your part." Peter stared up at him, pupils wide as he starts to run his tongue around Tony's fingers. Tony groans. "Damn Peter...you are very skilled with your tongue. Maybe you can show me what else you can do?" He murmurs, trailing the fingers of his free hand across the top of Peter's jeans. Peter opens his mouth wider but his words were muffled. Tony pulls his fingers away, spreading the slavia on his hand. "Care to repeat that?" "I said, we can explore later. If you don't get something in me in the next minute, I'm going to explode." "Is that so?" Tony asked, toying with the button of Peter's pants, finally pulling them down, along with the underwear. Peter's cock jutted up proudly, the wet tip glistening in the soft light. "Fuck, Peter." Tony licks his lips and leans forward. "Tony...Tony please! Touch me!" Tony runs his fingers between Peter's asscheeks before pushing into his hole. Peter tenses a little before slowly relaxing. Tony pushes his finger in deeper. Then he added another finger and then a third. Peter squirms, gripping the table cloth in his fists. "Tony-" "It's going to take longer to open you up because I'm fucking you dry. It'll hurt less." "Okay." He exhales. "Okay." Tony finally pulls his hand away and unzips his own pants, pulling them and his underwear down a bit. He gives his own cock a few strokes before lining up. "Ready?" "Yes! Yeah. I'm ready." Tony pushes in slowly, stopping every few moments to make sure he wasn't hurting Peter to much. Once he was all the way in, he was still for a few moment. Peter squeezed his eyes shut then gives a little nod. "Go." He chokes out. Tony pulls back before sinking back down with a soft groan. "T-Tony?" "Yeah baby?" "C-can you go faster? Please Daddy?" "Well you did ask so nicely." Tony murmurs, leaning down to kiss him deeply, moving his hips faster. One hand grips the boys slender hips, the other took both wrists and pinned them to the table, going faster still. Peter started to babble as Tony moved to his neck, biting and sucking again. Peter strained against the hold. If he wanted to get free he could, but perhaps he liked to be held down. Tony smirked and nuzzled his lips against Peter's ear. "Do you like being held down and roughed up Baby Boy?" Peter's face flamed and he turned his head. He mumbles a little. "You blush now with dirty talk, but not when I'm balls deep in you?" "I liked being roughed up Daddy." Tony bites him again. "I can see that." He lifts one of Peter's legs and drapes it over his shoulder so he could drive deeper. He moans deeply and changed angles. As soon as he did so, Peter jolts. "Oh!" He gasped. "There!" Tony moves harder, pressing into that exact spot. "TONY!" Peter gasped, pulling on the table cloth and spilling a half full glass of wine. The red liquid spread across the white linen. "Are you close baby?" Peter nods, squeezing his eyes tighter shut. "Come for me then baby. Come on..." Tony coaxed. Peter lets go with a cry of Tony's name, his orgasm spraying across his chest. Tony rides Peter's orgasm out before he came himself several minutes later. Tony lay still for a few long minutes, before slowly pulling out. Peter gasped at the sting. "It won't hurt that much next time. I promise." Tony gently kissed Peter's lips. "Let's get you cleaned up." Peter just nods. "I think-I think I'm just gonna lay here for a moment." He pants. There's a pause and then- "Mr-I mean Tony?" "Yes Peter?" Tony asked before picking up a cloth napkin and dipping it in water. "This will be cold, just a heads up." "Can-AH!" Peter gasped as Tony touches the cold wet cloth to his chest. "Can we do this again sometime?" "Sex in public?" Tony asked, cocking an eyebrow. "No! I mean the date thing. Just.... Not so-" "Extravagant?" "Mhm." "Why don't we compromise and let me spoil you a little? I want to." "We'll talk about it later." "Promise?" "Promise." Peter sits up as Tony finished fixing his clothes. "How do I look?" "I think the sex hair is sexy as fuck." Peter slaps his shoulder playfully. "You owe me chicken nuggets," "Ah that I do.. Let's go then." Peter's grades shot up, as he started to pay more attention in class and it wasn't long before Shuri and MJ started to sit really close together. But that's a story for another time............

This is why you never play janga with an engineering degree student

Life Changes (ch 1)

(Aged up) Peter Parker is living his dream on Broadway and catches the eye of famous doctor Tony Stark

Tony looked around the theatre. It was nice. Of course it was, it was Broadway, after all.

"Do we have to go see Hairspray of all things?" He complains. "It's so girly. I don't do girly musicals. Hell I don't do musicals. It's not my thing. Can't I just go back to work?"

Pepper swats his arm. "It's a good musical. And no. You need time off. You're overworking yourself again."

"It's not my fault being a surgeon is time consuming." Tony sasses back. She was right, as always but still. Tony loved his job, He loved helping people get better.

"You need to relax Tony." "And I couldn't do that at home? With a drink?"

"No. Now we need to get seated. I got us good seats so shut up and enjoy it. It's the last performance of this cast and I heard it's really good."

"Fine. But you owe me one." Tony pouts.

"Alright you big baby." Pepper rolls her eyes and grabs his arm, dragging him into the theatre.

Tony complains but lets himself be pulled. Pepper had gotten them seat in the middle of the third row. He sits, crossing one leg over the other and opening the play bill. He scanned the cast names, recognizing a few.

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Backstage was full of sounds of warming up and tap tag of people running back and forth, and dancing. Peter leans forward towards the mirror as he works at getting his hair into place. He had some time before he went out. He finally gets his hair settles and smiles, spinning around and winking at the mirror. He looks over at his best friend, Ned. Ned worked backstage with tech.

"Okay guys I have big news." Ned announces, setting his clipboard down as the cast members gathered around him. "We have some pretty big guests in the audience. Kristin Chenoweth is here and so is the renowned surgeon Tony Stark."

Peter, who usually didn't nervous on show nights, felt panic rising. His Broadway idol and Tony freakin Stark were in the audience. The cast members around him started talking over each other until Ned blew a whistle he kept with him and they shut up.

"That means we have to put on the best show of our lives tonight. Her opinion could make or break everyone's career. We go on in five so get ready. Bring it in."

The cast all put their hands in a circle and sing half a scale before shouting "Showtime". Peter smooths his jacket and does his best to calm his heart. He had to put his best foot forward and he couldn't very well do that if he threw up from nerves.

As his stage time slowly crept closer, Peter started to feel better. He loved the rush of performing. He rolls his shoulders back and stepped out for his first number. As soon as his feet hit the stage, he was okay.

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Tony was only half paying attention , his mind elsewhere. He didn't understand what the big deal about Baltimore was. Personally he hated the city. The people were rude and it smelt bad. He had almost dozed off when a cocky sounding man started to speak. He was talking-then singing- about some nice kids. Tony rolls his eyes. There was no such thing as 'nice kids'. Especially in high school. The song was slightly racist but that was the time period.

"R-r-r-roll call!"

Tony started to tick off on his fingers. Amber, bitch. Brad, try hard. Tammy, fake. Fender, stoner. Brenda, teen mom. Sketch, dequlient. Shelly, annoying. IQ, junkie. Lou Ann, church girl. Joey, car obsessed. Mickey, jock. Vicki, cheerleader. Becky, slut. Bix, debate team. Jess, band nerd. Darla, single mom. Pauly, cat lady. Noreen and Doreen, know it alls. Then a new voice joined the cast.

"-And I'm......Link." The dark haired boy smirks and fixes his tie.

The audience went crazy when "Link" winks. Tony sits forward, intrigued now. He had a cute innocent face but wore the sexy look well. Tony had to admit the actor was pretty attractive, He was a bit young but after hearing his voice it's no wonder he's on Broadway. Tony is mesmerized, no matter how weird a name Link was. What kind of mother names their kid Link? He opens his playbill and scans the list of cast members. His name was Peter Parker. Tony made a mental note to look him up later.

Now that this boy caught his attention, Tony was actually paying attention to the musical. He'd deny it on his life if anyone asked, but he was actually enjoying himself. He felt a little more than he had in a while and it was nice. If he had to choose a favorite song from the musical, it would have to be 'It Takes Two' because of this Peter's beautiful voice or 'I Know Where I've Been' because it reminded him of his own life.

When the musical ended, Tony stands and stretches, carefully cradling the roses he bought during intermission. Pepper had told him she was dragging him to the cast party. He rolls his eyes playfully and follows.

"You liked it!" Pepper grins.

"I don't know what you mean." Tony banters playfully.

"You liked it. You don't smile for just anything, I know you. You liked the musical." She smirks. "Or was it the actor? Peter Parker?"

"You know me. You tell me." Tony laughs, following her outside.

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Peter grins as he bows, feeling a rush of pride at an amazing performance. He was breathing hard and his face was pink with excitement. He follows the line of cast members off stage to change. He exchanges the blue suit for his own tux, running his hand over the fabric. He would miss this cast and show. It had been his favorite so far. The crew were amazing and super nice. They all got along instantly.

"Hurry up Peter! We gotta go!" One of the company member, Elimie calls.

"Coming coming!" Peter fixes his tie and joins her. The cast broke off into groups and ducked into the waiting limos.

The cast party was held at the Prince George Ballroom. Peter had only seen it once. It was beautiful. Once they got there, Peter gets out and is immediately swarmed by reporters. He takes a breath and laughs under his breath.He didn't mind the press but sometimes it was rather annoying. He answers the questions with a smile.

"Mr. Parker!" One reporter calls. "What is your next show going to be?"

Peter thinks for a moment. "Well I've always wanted to be in Something Rotten. I think I'll audition for that next." With that, he ducks inside. He makes his way to the bar and orders a champagne. He thanks the bartender and looks around before walking around to mingle. He sees the director beckon him over and Peter obeys. It wasn't until he got over there that he realized just who his director was talking to.

"Hi sweetheart. Peter right?"

Peter was speechless Kristin freaking Chenoweth knew his name and was talking to him. He stood with his mouth slightly open before snapping it shut.

"Y-yeah. Sorry. Yes I'm Peter." He gives a shaky smile. "I'm sorry. But I just have to say, you have been a huge inspiration for me. The first musical I ever saw was Wicked and I loved you in Glee and Strange Magic was amazing.." Peter realized he was babbling and he trails off with a sheepish smile. "Sorry. It's just my dream to be like you."

Kristin smiles softly. "Well it's my pleasure. I'm proud to inspire young talent. Keep going, you're gonna be amazing doll."

Peter blushes lightly. If he was dreaming he never wanted to wake up.

"Oh. It looks like someone else wants your attention." Kristin says with a smile.

Peter turns and nearly fainted. Tony Stark stood there, with a patient smile on his face.

"I'll leave you to it." She pats his shoulder and walks away.

"H-hi." Peter stammers.

Tony couldn't help but smile. He was adorable when he was embarrassed.

"These are for you." He offers the flowers.

Peter looked up with surprise in his already large eyes.

"W-why?"

Tony almost laughs. "Because you did a good job? I find it hard to believe you don't compliments. Especially after a show like that?"

Peter flushed deeper. "O-oh of course. Thank you." He accepts the flowers.

"So how does it feel knowing you took my Broadway virginity?" Tony smirks.

Peter's mouth dropped open as he tried to answer and Pepper comes up and smacks his arm.

"Tony what did you do to him?"

"I only said that he took my Broadway virginity." Tony says with an innocent look. Pepper rolls her eyes.

"Tony!"

"What?"

"You can't just say things like that!"

"It's okay Miss." Peter speaks up. "I've heard weirder."

Tony smiles. "See, it wasn't that weird." He turns back to Peter.

"Can I have your autograph?"

"I feel like I should be asking you that." Tony laughs. "How about we trade?" He suggests, handing over his playbill.

Tony watches as Peter signs the playbill and finds a clean napkin and scribbles down his name and phone number before handing it over. Peter looks at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Use it and let me find out if you taste as good as you sound." Tony winks before his pager went off. He looks down and swears softly. "I have to go but I mean it. Call me." He winks and takes off.

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