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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      The_Avengers_-_All_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Peter_Parker/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      Peter_Parker, Steve_Rogers, Tony_Stark, Clint_Barton, Thor_(Marvel),
      Bruce_Banner, Natasha_Romanov
  Additional Tags:
      Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Embarrassment
  Series:
      Part 1 of New_Beginnings
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-27 Words: 4751
****** His Hero ******
by bonzai_bunny
Summary
     "And this is the story of how Peter got stupidly distracted by Steve
     Roger’s stupid sexiness, and of how Peter’s own stupid determination
     paid off in the end."
Notes
     I don't own the Avengers and would like to point out my knowledge
     (and this fic) is based off of the movies with a little knowledge
     about the comics so I apologize for any discrepancies. This pairing
     needs to exist more.
Have you ever had a crush so hard, you felt like you would faithfully follow
that person to hell and back? Well, Peter Parker had this particular feeling
toward his childhood hero, who suddenly appeared in the flesh, seventy years
out of his time, Captain America. And Peter had to admit that Cap came out of
the ice, looking pretty damn fine for a 90-year-old. That isn’t to say that he
didn’t have an attraction that went beyond physical appearance, he did, but it
was pretty much fact that Captain America was gorgeous.
And this is the story of how Peter got stupidly distracted by Steve Roger’s
stupid sexiness, and of how Peter’s own stupid determination paid off in the
end.
--o0o--
It all became a problem when Peter semi-moved into the Avengers' Tower on the
weekends. He had no problem keeping his crush on Captain America professional
when they were fighting together, but seeing the man in his day to day life?
That was more difficult. That made him more attainable in Peter's eyes, which
was Definitely Not a Good Thing.
And Peter, being his stupidly awkward, hormonal, teenage self couldn't help but
believe that it was certainly possible, with a little patience, to get into
Captain America's star-spangled pants. Of course, he didn't know if the good
captain swung that way or, worse, if he was homophobic but some good old trial
and error could take care of that, Peter was sure.
Plus, the man was an art student, he couldn't be that offended by gays.
It had started with Pepper saying that the Avengers could use a little better
press and do something to help maintain their humanity in the eyes of the
public. Peter suggested (a little for his own gain) that, since it was on the
nation's mind anyway, they could all make It Gets Better videos. Pepper seemed
to seriously consider it and Steve and Thor both asked what it was.
"It's a video project—getting all sorts of people to encourage kids, especially
bullied and gay kids, to not commit suicide and that it'll get better
essentially after high school."
Steve's eyes had widened. "Is it that much of a problem now?"
Pepper nodded sadly. "The suicide rates of LGBT teens are disproportionately
high compared to other teens.”
Steve seemed to think about this, his jaw set and rigid. It was that look he
often got when he felt something wasn't right. "I'll do it."
Thor nodded, "Count me in as well! This seems a just cause."
Peter mentally cheered. They were part of the way there. Now that Peter knew
that Steve at least tolerated homosexuality, he figured that was as good a
place to start as any. He figured he could flirt with the other and he could
just get on with his life if Steve truly had a problem with it. Sure, his heart
would be broken and his childhood would be punched in the gut, but it couldn't
be as bad as his break up with MJ....Right?
Right, because he hadn't gotten emotionally invested in Cap yet, he just wanted
the other to fuck him into oblivion.
Anyway, Operation Flirt was a go. And after an entire week of flirting Peter
realized he had miscalculated something entirely. Steve Rogers did not
recognize flirting if it came up and punched him in the face. And it wasn't
like Peter was being subtle, no, not at all. He was about as subtle as Tony was
(which is to say, not at all) when it came to flirting and Peter knew this
personally because he had watched Tony Stark flirt with every single member of
the Avengers, except him which was totally rude and unfair. Most people had
brushed him off with a mild rejection. Steve and Thor seemed to ignore it
entirely and now Peter was seeing why.
This became entirely obvious to him after he had done the innuendo, the hands
brushing, the complimenting, everything in his How to Aggressively Flirt like
Tony Stark mental handbook. Even after all of that, Steve came into the kitchen
that Sunday wearing an absurdly tight pair of jeans. And they weren't even
skinny jeans. They looked like they had been sewn right onto his body, giving a
perfect outline of his ass and oh god, did Peter want to put his hands down
those back pockets. Or maybe it was just Peter's teenage lust that made it seem
like the jeans were so tight.
Anyway, Peter had simply said, "Those jeans look great on you," practically
salivating where he was sitting. He wasn't being subtle about ogling Steve's
ass either.
"Thanks," Steve said in that adorably bashful way of his whenever he received a
compliment, "Pepper got them for me."
And Peter realized one of two things. One, he was going to have to high-five or
maybe kiss Pepper the next time he saw her. Two, he was going to have to bring
up his game, big time.
--o0o--
For some reason, Peter went to Thor for help. He guessed it was probably due to
the man/alien/god not making fun of him like the other Avengers would and
taking his problems seriously. Also the only person more oblivious to romantic
attraction than Steve was Thor so Peter figured the man could at least give him
some tip on being even less subtle.
"Hmm," Thor hummed in thought as he scratched is beard, "Well, little spider if
I wished to show a fellow man that I was interested in fornication, I would
simply challenge him to a battle! If I won then he would see me as a worthy
advisory in bed and allow me to take him as a prize."
Peter blanched at the suggestion. He wasn't sure if that would go over well
with Steve. Hell, he wasn't even sure if he could even beat Steve in battle.
But he thanked Thor for his advice and some desperate part of him thought that
he could at least challenge Steve to a sparring match. That way he could
appreciate those fine muscles and get physical contact with him, even if it
wasn't the type that he wanted.
--o0o--
It was weird, he never had actually sparred with Cap before. It was probably
good for training, which was why Steve agreed to it, but Peter wasn't sure
quite what to expect. He had seen Steve punch those punching bags into the wall
like they were nothing and, yeah, while Peter could probably do the same thing,
it was a little intimidating.
The rules were these:
1. No weapons (which unfortunately included Peter's webs)
2. No cheap shots (in the groin particularly, no biting, etc.)
3. No actually trying to kill each other
There was only one slight problem with the fight itself and it was Steve's
clothing. He was wearing a sleeveless tee-shirt and his usual grey sweats,
which was impossibly distracting. Peter swore that his Spidey Senses were
malfunctioning in the face of those beautifully sculpted arms, those strong
thighs, and that ass. He had been knocked to the ground three times before
Steve stood over him, confused.
"Are you even trying?"
Well, that wasn't fair. Peter was trying. He was trying so very hard not to pop
a boner in the other's presence. Why did he think this was a good idea again?
Oh yeah, Thor. Peter grumbled and got back up, cheeks burning.
Alright, Peter,He told himself. You can do this. Just block, can you manage
that?
Apparently he could, even managing to get in a hit or two (it felt like he was
punching a wall, by the way) before Steve kicked under him and he fell flat on
his ass.
"Five out of six?" He asked sheepishly. Steve shook his head, exasperated, and
helped him back up to his feet and they tried again. Once Peter got back into
his head space, it was more of an even match. Steve was blocking his punches
well enough, but Steve wasn't landing any hits either. He jumped when Steve
tried to kick out his legs again and almost managed to kick the other but then
Steve grabbed his leg causing Peter to yelp but he thankfully landed on his
hands. Then somehow, after some more tricky acrobatic moves, Peter's legs got
caught around Steve, causing them both to fall, with the American Hero
accidentally pinning Peter to the mat. It felt a lot nicer than it probably
shouldn't have been. Steve was solid, there was no doubt about that. Peter
could feel his muscles shift as he moved to get off of him and his body was so
warm and beautiful.
And needless to say, Peter won the award for the Most Awkward Time Possible to
Get a Boner before Steve was completely off of him. The tips of Steve's ears
turned red and he somehow looked more embarrassed than Peter felt.
"Uh, Peter that's..."
"Flattering?"
"Inappropriate."
Steve was looking in the other direction and Peter frowned, his embarrassment
sliding into annoyance.
"Well, it's not like I can help it. You were on top of me with your hot,
muscly, body and what's a kid to do? God knows I've been—"
"Peter." And oh god, there was That Look. That look that was normally reserved
for Tony. That "Stop now while you're ahead" look. Peter shut his mouth and was
thankful that the party in his pants seemed to be dissipating anyway.
"Go hit the showers. I think we're done for the day."
Peter pulled himself off the floor with as much dignity he could muster and
watched forlornly (and a little bit still aroused, because damn, you could
probably bounce quarters off of that ass) as Steve turned around and marched
off in the other direction. Then Peter realized something. Steve had only
expressed embarrassment over Peter's obvious attraction now, which was a
hundred times better than disgust. This wasn't over yet, not in the least bit.
--o0o--
It turned out, once you had a boner with your crush on top of you, it left no
doubt in your crush's mind that you were Interested. And Steve did nothing to
stop Peter's advances which was more telling than anything. And, yeah, maybe
Peter felt a little bad about every time he made Steve turn the color of a
tomato because of some wildly inappropriate thing he did or said, but it was
certainly getting the message across.
Like one hot day, he decided to lounge across one of the couches in the common
area with his jeans tugged a little low on his hips and his shirt rolled up a
little as he watched TV. Steve came in, his eyes widened as a blush threatened
to overtake his face. Peter just smirked at the other and spread his legs a
little wider because he couldn't be less obvious about what he wanted and it
was at that point Steve just opened and closed his mouth before turning around
and leaving.
(And Peter had to admit, even if he was nowhere near getting Steve to fuck him,
messing with the other was ridiculously fun. He was beginning to see why Tony
did it too).
He eye-fucked Steve across the dinner table as Steve blushed and kept his head
down, staring at his food. It was almost adorable, really, how flustered Steve
could get with a lewd gesture and a wink. The only other Avengers who seemed to
notice were Natasha and Clint. Natasha just told him to be careful (with a
subtle threat that if Peter destroyed the team dynamic by messing with Cap,
then heads—particularly Peter's head—would roll). And Clint was nothing short
of encouraging. Apparently he also liked to see Steve light up like a Christmas
tree during dinner.
All of this came to fruition one night when Peter was on patrol around his
neighborhood. It was dark in the alleyways and he had already stopped two
muggings (really, you'd think they would have stopped by now) when something
quick moved out of the corner of his eye and on instinct he shot a web at it.
Unfortunately, "it" turned out to be Captain America and Peter wondered what
the other was doing there, aside from, you know, being plastered to the wall.
"Peter, get me down from here," the other said that faithfully annoyed but
patient tone. Peter grinned even though the other couldn't see it.
"Only if you kiss me first."
Strangely, Cap made a noise similar to a dying animal. "You cannot be serious."
"I'm totally serious. One hundred percent serious. You can call me Black
because my first name is—"
"Peter." And there was that tone again. If he didn't think Steve was an all-
around fantastic guy, he would call the other a killjoy.
"You have got to stop this. All of this. It's inappropriate."
"But are you uninterested?"
"...You're underage."
"But that's not a 'no', is it?" And when Steve didn't answer, Peter knew he was
totally winning this one. He climbed up the brick wall to be face-to-face with
the other.
"Come on, it's only a kiss." Steve sighed with resign (really, he could sound
like he was at least going to enjoy it) and said,
"Alright." And Peter lifted up the bottom of his mask and pressed their lips
together. The other's lips were sweet and chapped, very full, and Peter
wondered how far Steve would let him take this. They kissed, hot and languid,
until Peter was sure Steve's lips were bright red. He licked along the crevice
of them and was surprised when Steve opened his mouth, allowing Peter's tongue
to explore the inside of it and Peter felt his face and other places go hot
when Steve sucked on his tongue. When he pulled back a little, Steve bit down
on Peter's lip, causing a shiver of excitement to run through him. It certainly
wasn't just a kiss and if it wasn't so dark and if Steve didn't have the cowl,
he was sure that Steve was blushing.
"Peter—" He wanted more.
Peter arranged himself so he was straddling Steve on the wall and continued to
kiss the other. He wanted to pull the cowl off and run his hands through
Steve's hair. He could feel heat coursing through his thighs were they remained
over top of Steve's hips. He kissed Steve's jawline, his neck, his Adam's
apple, wanting nothing but to worship and taste every part of Steve Rogers. He
roamed his hands over the other's suit, feeling the muscle underneath as Steve
gasped above him. He finally got his hands around that supple ass as the other
groaned into his mouth and Peter finally realized what he wanted to do.
"I'll let you go," he told the other breathlessly, "If you tell me how to get
you out of that suit."
"There's a small zipper in the back," Steve responded equally breathless and
Peter was already pulling his arms away from the web and letting him down to
the ground. Steve sagged against the wall and Peter could already see a bulge
forming in the other's suit. Greedily, he knelt down and pressed his mouth to
it, licking it through the fabric. Steve groaned and Peter felt impossibly
aroused at how Steve's cock twitched, not yet in his mouth like he wanted it to
be. He needed to take care of that zipper first.While wondering to himself how
Steve got into his own costume, Peter managed to pull the zipper down, which
only went halfway down his back and mentally cheered that, Tony and Clint were
right—Captain America did not wear underwear underneath his suit (and really,
it was so skintight, there definitely wasn't room; Peter empathized).
He got back down to his knees and observed his hero's cock. He wasn't
completely hard, but he was already pretty big and Peter felt himself harden,
imagining riding the entire thing later (and there would definitely be a
later), but first things first. He wrapped his mouth around the head, his
tongue swirling against the slit and Steve moaned, a rumble deep from his
throat. He gave the head a hard suck and licked along the edge.
Steve already looked positively wrecked and Peter had barely done anything yet.
His lips were beautifully swollen from that awesome making out, he was taking
deep breaths, had his eyes screwed shut and—holy shit, his fingers had dug
grooves into the brick. That shouldn't have turned on Peter as much as it did.
Now that Steve was fully hard, Peter concentrated on how he would deal with the
other's size. His length wasn't the absolute longest that Peter had ever come
across (Thor won that category, unfortunately), but still long and he was
surprisingly thick. Peter knew he wanted the other filling him as soon as
possible. He opened his mouth and managed to get about half in before his jaw
felt sore. Whatever, he was a superhero, he could do this. And people always
told him that his mouth was too big. He just had to change his game plan. So he
slid Cap out with a wet pop, before wrapping a hand around the base of Steve's
cock and pressing wet kisses along the vein.
A glance up told him that Steve did not mind the change and he gave one final
lick to the other's cock before moving lower and pressing his mouth to Steve's
balls. Peter heard the brick crumble a little above and, well that was as good
a sign as any, and so he continued, taking them into his mouth, letting his
tongue rub along the crevice. Steve moaned again and when Peter grew bored, he
went back to Steve's cock. And damn, Peter was so hard, just performing all of
this for the other. He palmed himself through his costume with one hand while
he pumped the other, to reach the part that his mouth couldn't. He moaned, a
little whorishly he'll admit, around Steve's dick, because even if he couldn't
fit the whole thing, he was still hot and thick and pulsing and it was making
Peter's cock throb painfully.
"Peter," Steve said with this rough-with-sex voice that he definitely wouldn't
mind hearing more of.
"I-I can't..." Peter knew what the other was trying to say and pulled away to
grin up at the other.
"It's okay, big guy. You can let go." And really, Peter was only concerned with
where he wanted the other to come at. In his mouth? On his face? On his
costume? (As hot as that last one sounded, it probably wasn't practical seeing
as they were still in public). He got back to work, bobbing up and down until
he heard a deep rumble in the other's throat and Steve was coming. Peter
compromised by catching some in his mouth and letting the rest of it hit his
lips and chin. And by the way, Steve totally had the best orgasm face ever. He
sagged against the wall again and gestured to the obvious bulge in Spiderman's
suit.
"I want to..."
"You will. When we get back to the tower," and Peter grinned, pulling back down
his mask. He couldn't even wait.
--o0o--
They ended up taking Steve's motorcycle back to the tower. Peter argued that it
would take too long and they could come back to get it in the morning, but it
turned out that when Steve was aroused, he drove like a maniac and completely
disregarded traffic laws. Peter held onto his back tightly, wanting to rut
against that strong warmth, but somehow stopped himself. When they made it back
to the tower, they kissed fiercely in the elevator and Steve's hands were so
large and strong on him, and Jesus, Peter needed this man to fuck him
immediately. When the elevator opened, Natasha was standing there, with a
raised eyebrow that made both of them blush and break apart immediately. She
didn't say anything, but her cool gaze was enough for even Peter to feel a
little shame. Both of them scrambled away from her, quickly walking to Peter's
room and sighed with the door shut behind them.
"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked softly, combing his hands through
Peter's dark hair now that the mask was completely gone. Peter snorted softly.
"Don't tell me you're getting cold feet now that it's my turn to get laid."
Steve shook his head with an adorable flush.
"No, it's just—you know I'm not the most experienced, right? Back there was my
first....you know." Peter almost rolled his eyes, but he figured that would be
pretty cruel to the other.
"Okay, if we're gonna be together, you're going to have to be able to say 'blow
job.' Expect a lot of them. And it's totally fine you're not that experienced,
okay? I got this," Peter promised. He hoped. Because truthfully, this would be
his first real dick. Sure, he had a toy that he used lovingly at home, but
Steve was quite a bit larger than it, but he could handle it though. He was
certain. They got out of their respective suits and there was a brief moment
where Peter felt inadequate because he had always been skinny and here he was
before a beautiful super solider. The best humanity had to offer, but Steve
stared at him appreciatively and he felt a little better. Peter got Steve to
lie back on his bed and started kissing him again.
It was even more languid than the first time and Steve's hands wrapped around
his body to squeeze Peter's ass and Peter moaned, feeling himself harden again.
He reached above Steve's head to grab the lube from a compartment in his
headboard and gasped when he felt Steve's tongue roam over one of his nipples,
goodness this man had some good instincts, while twisting the other. Peter
rubbed his cock against the other's stomach until he couldn't stand it anymore
and asked,
"Do you want to prepare me? I'll show you how." Steve flushed a little but
nodded, which was good because Peter didn't think he could stretch himself
enough with his skinny fingers. He coated Steve's fingers with the lube before
bring the other's hand near his entrance. He instructed Steve on what to do and
groaned when he felt the first finger press through until it was knuckle deep.
Steve's fingers were large, definitely more fulfilling than his own, and he
gasped,
"You can pull your finger back towards you like—ah!—like that. That's really
good. O-oh god," He moaned, "you can probably add a second finger now." And
Steve did, carefully, and experimented with pushing them in and out together
and Peter was once again blessing the other's instincts. A third finger was
added, and it was a little uncomfortable, but he rode the other's fingers until
he was sure he was loose enough. And anyway, he would probably just come if the
other continued like that—Peter's precum was already smeared against Steve's
chest and Peter desperately needed the other first. He got Steve to stop and
crawled over so he was directly above Steve's cock.
Steve was fully hard and he hissed when Peter rubbed the lube all over him, but
his eyes were burning with want and Peter knew they equally wanted this to
start. Peter held himself open as he slid down a little on Steve's cock and, oh
fuck, the man was huge. He wasn't too big to fit, just big enough that it took
a while and it wasn't entirely comfortable as Peter let slow inch by inch slide
inside of him. He felt his body relax and tighten reflexively around the
other’s cock. By the time Steve was all the way in, Peter felt ridiculously
full, and hot, in the best way possible. He shifted and a jolt of pleasure
seemed to shoot up his cock and held onto Steve's hips, to ground himself for
something amazing. Steve looked like he was about to burst. He had already dug
tears into Peter's bed sheets (they were going to have to talk about that) and
Peter asked breathlessly,
"How does it feel?"
"Amazing," was Steve's strained reply. "You're so tight and...hot."
And that made Peter feel pretty damn good, so he pushed himself up and down a
little, trying to get used to the sensation and to build up a pace. Everything
was on fire. Each rock seemed to bring a spark of flames through him. He was
moaning very loudly by the time he had worked up to rising to the tip of
Steve's cock and slamming back down. Steve groaned also, his hands digging
bruises into Peter's hips, but Peter didn't mind, not now. He'd care in the
morning. With the combined effort of Steve thrusting up to meet Peter's thrusts
down, Peter didn't last much longer. His thighs shook by the time he was near
and he felt each delicious thrust rock him to the core. The heat all pooled in
his balls, he felt his gut clench and he was suddenly being pushed over the
edge with a shout. It was one of the most intense orgasms he had had in a
while. By the time he came down from his euphoria enough to realize what was
going on, he realized that his legs were wobbly and weaker than a newborn
calf's and that Steve was completely rock hard, still inside of him.
Thankfully, Steve pushed him gently down to the bed and continued to fuck him
raw. With that pounding, Peter was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but it
wasn't a soreness that he would regret and he smiled when Steve finally came
inside of him. They should probably bathe or something, but Peter was feeling
too drowsy. He once again mentally thanked Steve when the other pulled the
dirty sheets off of the bed and hummed when he felt Steve's warm arms wrap
around him from behind.
"That was awesome," he croaked, happy despite how sore he was.
"Yeah, it was pretty swell," Steve agreed and that just made Peter smile.
Jeeze, what was wrong with him? He was going look like a dope if he was that
enamored by all of Steve’s anachronisms.
"You're not going to leave are you?"
"No," he replied, tightening his hold the teenager's body. "But we're going to
have to talk about this."
"That's fine. As long as you don't leave," and at this point Peter was already
half-way asleep.
"I won't."
"Good," Peter mumbled shortly before passing out.
--o0o--
When both heroes (one distinctly sore) went down to eat breakfast that morning
(coming from opposite directions because Steve had to get dressed and take a
shower after a little morning nookie) and coincidentally ended up in the
kitchen at the same time, most of the Avengers were already there, staring at
both of them from opposite sides of the room. Thor was the first to speak.
"Congratulations my friends! I hope your union will be merry!" And Peter
blanched (and looking up, Steve seemed to just flush) and cast an accusatory
glance in Natasha's direction. She rolled her eyes.
"I didn't tell anyone."
"But who—?"
"I did." Peter and Steve both looked at Tony who seemed pretty smug with
himself (but then again, that was practically his default expression).
"You two kids make a cute couple but either restrict your fucking to certain
hours, or find another floor to fuck on. Even genius, billionaire, playboy,
philanthropists need their sleep."
Steve looked like he was having an aneurysm, his face was so red, and Peter
wanted to help him, but he felt pretty much the same.
"Tony you're going to kill Steve, give them a break," Bruce muttered,
concerned, from his side.
"Absolutely not. You didn't have to hear that twice. Next time it happens, I'm
getting JARVIS to record it and put it on all the televisions so you all have
to suffer with me."
"Fine," Peter found himself muttering. "But during the day you have no claim to
where we fuck."
"Peter!"
Tony shrugged, "Alright."
And that was how Peter Parker got his revenge by putting into place Operation:
PDA, by making-out on every surface that Tony seemed to hold near and dear, but
that, however, is another story entirely.
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