Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/6876961. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies) Relationship: Peter_Parker/Tony_Stark Character: Tony_Stark, Peter_Parker Additional Tags: yup_still_going_to_hell, Sequel, peter_is_a_bab, Anal_Sex, Anal Fingering, Loss_of_Virginity Series: Part 3 of Mentoring Stats: Published: 2016-05-17 Words: 1382 ****** next time ****** by WattStalf Summary Sequel to firsts. He swore that there wouldn't actually be a next time. Notes IT'S THE SEQUEL TO MY ORIGINAL IRONSPIDER FILTH AND IM STILL GOING TO HELL See the end of the work for more notes He swore that there wouldn't actually be a next time. Once the guilt had really took hold of him, he swore that it wouldn't happen again, and he really believed himself until "next time" became "this time", and he had Peter alone again and was showing him how a real kiss worked. And his hands were in the kid's hair and he was moaning and he wanted him so fucking badly, because even though he had guilted himself nearly constantly since last time, he was still so lonely. Not to mention the fact that, yeah, there was something attractive about Peter, no matter how creepy it made him feel to admit that. There was something really attractive about the kid, and he was still just a kid, he had to keep reminding himself that. The feeling was mutual, or at least Peter was naive enough to think they were feeling the same thing, and, Christ almighty, Tony was the absolute worst. Pulling back from the kiss, he almost said something, but then he saw that damn look on Peter's face, eyes lit up like Tony had hung the moon, cheeks flushed like this was the best thing that had ever happened to him. And maybe he thought it was, and maybe that should have been even more reason to tell him that they should stop, but instead, all Tony said was, "Still sure about this?" "Yeah," he said, "yeah, I'm good. I mean, if you're good, I'm good." Tony was anything but good, but he forced a smirk and took him into another kiss, wishing they had somewhere more comfortable to do this, at the very least. He didn't want to risk this becoming obvious, so of course they had to do this in his office, just like last time, and so he was slowly easing Peter onto his desk, glad that he had at least cleaned it off in preparation. He straightened, staring at the young man laying back, looking up at him, nervous and excited and so fucking tempting. His hands nearly shook as he removed Peter's pants, but he managed to keep himself steady, if only barely. He'd really prepared for this, despite his hesitation, and had lubricant ready, which he dipped his fingers into, scooping out a generous amount. The first finger didn't take that much effort, but the second took a little work and Peter winced a few times. Tony tried to be a little gentler, and when he'd finally eased his second finger in completely, he let it rest for a moment before he began to scissor the two, helping the young man to stretch in preparation. He whimpered as Tony did this, but his sounds were not entirely pained and so Tony did not stop, and eventually was able to fit a third finger. He stayed like that for a while, letting him adjust to the new fullness, before stroking inside him and flexing his fingers, causing Peter to moan over and over again. It was such a delicious sound despite the fact that Tony knew it should only sound wrong, simply because of how young even the sound was. All he wanted was to be able to forget how wrong everything about this encounter was, but he didn't let himself forget, knowing that he deserved every bit of guilt that came with this pleasure. Finally, he decided that it was now or ever, and slowly removed his fingers before unfastening his pants and applying an even more generous amount of lubricant to his cock. He lifted Peter's legs, resting them on his shoulders as he got himself into position and the young man looked up at him with something too much like adoration. Tony was torn between being touched that anyone would look like him like that anymore and continuing to hate himself for taking advantage of the poor kid. And then he pushed it all to the side as he pushed himself in, slowly entering Peter and hoping that he wasn't hurting the younger man. It was far from the first time he had taken somebody's first time, even this way, though he couldn't remember what the case was the last time he did this with another man. He at least knew how to take it slow and try not to do any damage, but Peter still had a pained expression on his face as Tony pressed himself in. “Doing alright?” he asked. Peter opened his mouth, but when he tried to speak, he only let out a few short breaths before nodding, rendered completely speechless. “I'm gonna give you a minute to get used to this before I move, so just let me know.” Again, he nodded, taking a few deep breaths, and his face was so flushed that it was honestly adorable. It was a few moments before Peter let out a shaky, “I'm good now,” and that was all Tony needed to hear. It had honestly been driving him a little bit crazy, having to hold still like that when Peter was so hot and tight around him, but now that he had the go-ahead, he bucked his hips into the young man, finding it increasingly more difficult to be gentle as his own lust overtook him. He hadn't realized just how long it had been or how much he had needed this. Peter whined, and once again Tony hoped that he wasn't hurting him, but he didn't slow down, past any point of self-control. His thrusts grew more and more powerful, and he grunted, driven only toward release. He'd managed it on his own a few times, just thinking about their last encounter, but it had never been enough to satisfy him and had instead on fueled his need for this more, pushing him to do the unthinkable and actually go through with it. And now here he was, fucking Peter like it was going to solve any of his problems, like it wasn't going to cause more problems for the both of them, with Peter still looking at him like he was the more important man in the world whenever he wasn't wincing, and he did seem to be adjusting at least. He whined again, looking desperate, looking close, and Tony only had to reach forward and take his cock in hand to have him wailing and biting his lip to stop anymore noise. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else on this floor, but they couldn't be too careful. It took only a few swift jerks to get Peter off, all over his stomach, and Tony realized too late that they hadn't taken his shirt off. But he'd worry about that later, he'd find some excuse for why Peter had to borrow one of his, and he kept driving himself into the kid, his breath coming shorter and shorter until finally, at long, long last, he tipped over the edge and to say it would be glorious would be a little too cliché, but he was a little too overwhelmed to worry about those particulars. It wouldn't be long before the weight of what he had just done really came crashing down on him, but crushing guilt had become par for the course and he really just wanted to enjoy himself right now, just for a little bit. Panting, he pulled out of Peter and they made eye contact, the young man grinning up at him, and Tony couldn't help but grin back. The worst part of it all was that he cared; that he really, really cared about this damn kid and helping him reach his potential and making him happy, and if things had been different, if one of them hadn't been so young and the other hadn't been such a failure, he might have even wanted what he knew Peter wanted with him. But things were too complicated and Peter was too young and Tony was a failure, and this entire encounter was just further proof of his failures, and even so, he never wanted this moment to end. Was there going to be a next time? He didn't know, but he knew that there shouldn't be and yet he also knew that he looked forward to it as much as he dreaded it.   End Notes WEEEEEEEEE SKY'S THE LIMIT WHEN YOU DON'T GIVE A SHIT Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! o stifle the resulting scream. Jon, emboldened, picks Robb up again and slams him down just as he thrusts upward. Robb moans around his fist, rutting his cock against Jon's stomach, and Jon moans, too, and both of them are gasping and moaning because it's hothothot and good, so good, Robb is tight and Jon is powerful and there's so much sensation and stimulation that neither of them last too long, spurting at the same time, moans turning to swallowed screams and suppressed shouts. "You feel so good," Jon pants in the aftermath. "I want to stay this way." Robb collapses on top of him, just breathing and feeling Jon's chest rise and fall. "Me, too." "Yeah," Jon says. "Yeah," Robb says. "I— hey, wait. Hey." He gets up. "What?" Jon says. "You tricked me." he pouts. "I wanted to be on top." Jon laughs. "You were!" "Oh, you knew what I meant." "Well," Jon says, smiling mischievously, "It ended up being good, right?" Robb rolls his eyes. "Yes," he admits. "But don't do that again next time." * "You're joining the Night's Watch?" "Don't say it like that." "Like what?" "With such... disdain." "I am disdainful! You're better than that!" "Yeah?" Jon spits out. "Yeah? Who are you to say that? I'm just the bastard of Winterfell, right? I've got no place here." "Of course you do," Robb says, exasperated. Jon shakes his head. "You say that, but you don't know what it's like. You've never been in my position." "Then tell me! What's it like, huh? Is it so bad that you have to be a coward and run away to the Night's Watch?" "Run away? Run away? Fuck you!" Jon shoves Robb roughly against the wall. "I suppose you know what it is to be brave, then, sitting back in the castle,  drinking wine and pretending to rule while the real Lord Stark is away!" "Shut up!" Robb shoves Jon right back. "Why? Why?" Jon pushes Robb back again, making his head bang painfully into the wall behind him. He grabs Robb by the shoulders and shakes him."Why?" he repeats. "I never asked for this! Okay? I never asked to rule!" "But you're going to do it anyways," Jon says scornfully. "Because I know my place. Because I—" "Your place? Ruling?" Jon grabs Robb by the collar of his shirt and brings him close, right up to his face.  "Would the north really accept you as Lord of Winterfell if they knew your place was on your back, taking a bastard's cock up your arse?" "Fuck you!" Robb yells, leaning forward to get out of Jon's grip, and one moment he's reaching up to push him off and the next his hands are tangled in Jon's hair and they're twisting, mouths colliding, ripping off each other's clothes and stumbling blindly onto the bed. "No," Jon says, breaking the kiss, "Fuck you, Stark, fuck you." He attacks Robb's mouth with renewed fervor, sucking and biting in a way that he's never done before that makes Robb's lips raw and red and his cock ache with need. Jon breaks the kiss again and turns Robb over. Robb's on his hands and knees now, and Jon is right behind him, thrusting his lubed fingers into him and curling them so that Robb moans pitifully and has to brace one hand against the wall for support. "Put it in already, Snow," Robb rasps. "Fuck, yes," he says, voice so deep and hungry that Robb trembles. He withdraws his fingers and slams into Robb, viciously, savagely, brutally. Robb cries out and arches his back and gods, his arms grow weak with the force of Jon's thrusts. He drops both of them, clutching the bedsheets instead while Jon takes him from behind. He's merciless, fucking Robb with fast and frantic thrusts, holding him by the hips so tightly that Robb knows there will be bruises. "Faster," he moans, and Jon growls. He lets go of Robb's hips, hooks his arms under Robb's armpits, and lifts him so they are level with one another. "Yes," he says. "Gods, yes." Jon lets go of Robb's arm, moving down to take his cock in his hand instead, and Robb stifles a moan and braces his hand against the wall again, and Jon leans over with him, mouth on his neck, and he bites, hard, leaving his mark on Robb like a wolf would. "What would the other lords say?" Jon says. "To see you like this— claimed—" Robb makes a choking sound, halfway between a moan and a sob, but otherwise doesn't say anything. "What would Lord Stark say, to see his bastard— and his son, his noble, honorable son— like this." He bites Robb's neck again, in the same spot. Robb cries out, gasping back a scream and Jon's hand speeds up, jerking Robb's cock at the same brutally fast pace that he's thrusting into him and Robb can't hold back anymore. He screams as his orgasm is ripped from his body and his come splatters the wall in front of him. "Robb," Jon says, once the both of them have recovered from the white-hot haze of their orgasms. But Robb doesn't respond. He turns away, coldly, pulling on his clothes as fast as humanly possible, and he just wants to get away, because this was a bad idea, and so, very, very, wrong. "Robb," Jon pleads again, but Robb has already shut the door. He doesn't want to see Jon right now. He knows he can't avoid him for long. But he still dreads the next time he'll have to. * The next time they see each other is two days later and that's completely on accident. Robb had taken his meals separately, taken different routes to his bedroom, and made sure to avoid any place that Jon usually was found in. It's on one of his alternate routes that he's turning the corner and bumps right into Jon. For a second they just stare at each other until apologies come tumbling out. "I'm sorry, I really—" "No, I am. I said some—" "Me, too, I know, I shouldn't have—" "It's okay, I—" "No, no, please, I just—" And it's so stupid, so absurd that Robb has to laugh and Jon soon joins in, and they're howling with laughter over this stupid, stupid fight and when they both finally calm down Robb has tears in his eyes and he's not sure it's entirely because of the laughter. "Jon," Robb says. "Yes?" "Don't leave." Jon's eyes widen in surprise at first, and then he smiles warmly. "That was it? Was that why you were so angry?" Robb rolls his eyes. "Of course." Jon smiles even bigger and ducks his head, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck."Honestly I... I didn't know you'd care that much." "What? Why?" Robb furrows his eyebrows in confusion and concern. Jon looks hesitant. "With father gone... you'd have a whole kingdom to rule, you know? And you'd get married, eventually, and I... I'd have no place here anymore." "You'll always have a place here," Robb says comfortingly, touching his hand to Jon's cheek. Jon looks up, smiling, and Robb presses his lips to Jon's lightly. Jon kisses him back, sweetly and tenderly, so different from their savage kisses a few days earlier. And when he fucks Robb, it's sweet and tender, too, and Robb's orgasm isn't ripped from his body this time— rather, it's teased out of him with gentle strokes and warm kisses and soft, murmured nothings that Jon whispers in his ear. Robb is sure, then, that Jon has no surprises left. They've fucked drunk and sober, roughly and sweetly, on beds and against walls. Nothing, however, prepares Robb for the next time. * Jon blushes deeply when he asks. "Really?" Robb says, shocked. "Yeah," Jon says. "I want to know— I mean, because you enjoyed it so much— I want to know how it feels." Robb lets out an incredulous laugh and shakes his head. "I'd just about given up hope, you know." Jon grins. "So is that a yes?" "Yes." Robb smiles. It's different being on the giving end. Robb has a general idea, but it's a lot different in practice. He only hopes Jon doesn't see how nervous he is, because Jon already looks nervous as hell and Robb doesn't want him to lose his nerve and back out. So he makes sure to be careful and calm in his movements. Still, when his finger enters Jon for the first time, Jon is so tight that Robb can barely work it in. "Ow," Jon complains. Robb frowns. "Relax," he says. "Just— let your muscles unclench. You're too tense." Jon bites his lip and looks like he's going to protest, but he eventually manages to relax. He lets out a shuddering breath when Robb begins to move his finger. "I'm going to add another one now," he says, slicking up the next one. Jon nods, though his eyes are closed and he looks to be concentrating very hard on not tensing up. Robb adds the second and Jon screws up his face, breathing becoming more labored. "Okay," Robb says. "We should stop. This isn't working." "No!" Jon protests. "I mean. Just. I don't know what to do. How to relax." Robb shakes his head. "Just let go. Don't think. Clear your mind." "Help me," Jon says, so Robb kisses Jon until the both of them are so relaxed that they melt together, a pile of limbs and fingers and two hard cocks. Robb almost can't work up the energy to fuck Jon but eventually he does, and this time, his fingers slide in much easier. He looks back to Jon in askance, because he's still not sure if he's doing it right, but Jon's eyes are closed and this time it doesn't seem to be in concentration, but in pleasure. So Robb adds another finger, and this time he curls them and Jon's eyes fly open. "What was that?" he gasps. "That was what makes it feel so good all the time," Robb says. "Well, don't stop," Jon says, so Robb crooks his fingers again and he moans. It's not long before Jon is open enough for Robb to oil up his cock and stick it in. Jon is so, so tight and Robb has never felt anything quite like it. "Yes," Jon hisses, and Robb echoes the sentiment with a moan of his own. He starts slow, in deep thrusts at a slight angle that hit Jon in the right spot and make him bite his hand to keep silent. When Jon finally moves to grip his cock and pump it, Robb goes faster, setting his speed to match Jon's own strokes. He knows how good it feels, and he feels how good it feels, when Jon clenches and gods, it's so good, and tight, and hot, and Jon comes first and Robb finally understands why it never took long for Jon to come after he did, because he's clenching again and Robb can't bear the pressure— it's so hot— and Jon's moaning turns to a roaring sound in his ears and he comes, hard, inside of Jon. Jon grabs Robb by his back and clutches him and together they breathe, just lying there. And oh, how Robb looks forward to the next time. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!