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  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:
      no_excuse_for_this, im_being_garbage_again, Sick_Character, Sleepy
      Kisses, Fever, Fever_Dreams, Frottage, Premature_Ejaculation, Anal
      Fingering, Anal_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-01 Completed: 2016-06-28 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 3856
****** a little more than lovesick ******
by WattStalf
Summary
     "Why'd you come over if you were feeling so bad?”
     Peter's eyes were drooping as he laid on his side, and he mumbled
     something that sounded like, “Wanted to see you,” but Tony was sure
     that he must have heard him wrong.
Notes
     I just recovered from a wicked cold/virus/something or over, so I got
     this idea during the time. So, I unproudly present to you, new
     IronSpider trash from me. Nothing smutty yet, so it hasn't earned
     it's E rating, but trust me, I'm me. We'll get there.
***** Chapter 1 *****
From the moment Peter arrived to work on their latest little project, Tony
could tell that there was something wrong with him. Though the young man gave a
weak smile and a wave, there was definitely something off, and it only took
Tony a few seconds to figure it out. And he managed to figure out that Peter
was sick before he gave a big, gross sniff, rubbing his nose and muttering an
apology.
“Are you alright, kid?” he asked, unable to help the concern welling up in him.
Just because they had some sort of mentor-apprentice type relationship, of
course. There was nothing more to it, and he shouldn't have to keep reminding
himself of that.
“Yeah,” said Peter, sounding absolutely miserable. “Yeah, I'm just a
little...just a little sick, but it's nothing too bad.” As soon as he finished
speaking, he coughed into his arm, the cough sounding like it was practically
tearing his throat apart. Tony actually winced, and Peter looked up, alarmed.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said. “I tried not to...” He waved his arm. “I tried to keep
it all in here, but if I didn't...”
“No, no, that just sounded like it hurt,” replied Tony. “You sound pretty sick.
Are you sure you shouldn't have stayed in bed?”
“No way, I'm good to go, Mr. Stark.” Again, Peter gave him a weak smile, but he
looked really out of it and Tony wasn't so sure the kid was up to much of
anything. But if he had gone to all the trouble of coming over just to be able
to work, he supposed he should at least see how it went before he tried to kick
Peter out.
For a while, he almost believed that Peter was doing okay. The two worked in
silence, save for a few coughs and sniffles every now and then, and nothing
seemed off. But then Peter kept making simple mistakes and spacing out for a
few minutes, and then Tony went back to thinking that the kid should have just
stayed in bed and not come over at all.
Finally, he spoke up, saying, “Look, Peter, I appreciate how dedicated you are
to this, but really. Don't you think it'd be better for the both of us if we
just called it quits for today? I mean, how much progress do you really expect
to make when you can barely hold your head up?”
Peter looked at him, a little disappointed, and Tony immediately felt a lot
more guilty than he wanted to admit. It wasn't his fault that Peter was sick,
and it was the responsible thing to send him home, but that goddamn look on his
face was just too much. He was half-tempted to take it back when Peter nodded
and said, “Yeah...yeah, guess you're right. I'll just be...”
Almost predictably, he only took a few steps before he staggered, and Tony
lunged to help steady him. Placing a hand to the young man's forehead, he was
more surprised than he should have been that Peter was positively burning up.
He was in no shape to go anywhere, and as much as Tony hated to do it, he knew
that he would have to ask Peter to stay there, at least until his fever broke.
“On second thought, maybe you should just sit down,” he said. “You're really
warm, I don't know if you should be on your feet.”
“I'm fine,” mumbled Peter, sounding more out of it by the second.
“No, I definitely think you're anything but that right now.” Tony helped the
young man to a couch, easing him down. “You can lay down if you want to. Why'd
you come over if you were feeling so bad?”
Peter's eyes were drooping as he laid on his side, and he mumbled something
that sounded like, “Wanted to see you,” but Tony was sure that he must have
heard him wrong. Whatever Peter actually said, however, he wouldn't be able to
find out just yet; the kid was out like a light. Tony wasn't exactly what to do
now, but he didn't think it would be a good idea to leave Peter alone like
this, so he sat down in a chair, feeling incredibly uncomfortable about the
fact that he was, in essence, watching the young man sleep.
Things just kept getting weirder and weirder between him and Peter, but he had
done a good job pretending that everything was normal. He figured if he just
ignored it, it would have to go away eventually, because there was no way that
these feelings could actually mean anything. It was the loneliness talking, or
something like that, but he wasn't actually developing an interest in Peter
outside of the friendship the two of them had formed. All of it was just in his
head, and if he didn't acknowledge it, it wasn't there either.
He did what he could to occupy himself without leaving the room, keeping just
enough attention on Peter that he wasn't watchinghim sleep, but he wouldn't
miss if something happened that actually required his attention. After some
time, he heard a few incoherent noises from the young man, and looked over to
see him fidgeting a bit in his sleep, an uncomfortable look on his face. It was
probably just a bad fever dream; Tony tried to ignore him, not wanting to wake
him up unless he had to, but Peter only seemed to get worse.
Soon enough, it was impossible to ignore him and Tony decided that it would be
best to try to wake him, walking over to kneel beside the couch. He jostled
Peter's shoulders lightly, and the young man made a soft noise, but did not
wake up. Trying again, Tony was a little bit more rough, and he finally saw
Peter's eyes start to open, slowly and dazedly.
He stared at Tony for a second, bleary, before grinning a small, sleepy grin
and tilting his head up, wrapping his arms around the back of Tony's neck.
Before Tony even had a chance to think about what the hell was going on, Peter
had already pressed his lips against his, holding him there for a moment before
dropping his hold just as suddenly as he had begun it and falling back to the
couch, eye drifting closed once more.
Stunned, it took Tony a moment to register the fact that Peter Parker had just
kissed him, without warning. Peter Parker, the young man who was supposed to an
apprentice, a child-figure, or at the very least, a younger brother, the young
man who Tony  knew  he felt something abnormal for but who had been able to
contain those feelings for just fine, had just kissed him. And then he had laid
back down like it was nothing, and Tony had no idea what the fuck he was
supposed to do.
“Peter,” he said, shaking him again, getting no response. “Peter, why did you
just do that?” He wouldn't give up until he had woken him back up. “Peter, come
on. Why did you just kiss me?”
Peter's eyes slowly opened again, and then they were wide open and he stared at
Tony in surprise, a bit more alert than he was a moment ago. “Shit,” he said.
“Shit, was that...was that real?”
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     The time has come for a second chapter. I'm thinking there will be
     one more.
Was that real?
Peter's words seemed to hang in the air for a moment as the two stared each
other down, neither of them sure what to say to that. Tony didn't know what the
hell he was supposed to do, but he knew that he wasn't supposed to act on the
urges that had welled up in him as soon as Peter's lips had touched his. The
only thing he did know was that Peter had kissed him for a reason, and that
reason appeared to be that he had been dreaming about doing so. And, though
there was a chance that the dream was a fluke, there was a much larger chance
that it was because Peter  wanted  to do, which only made things all the more
difficult for Tony to process.
“Yeah,” he finally said. “Yeah, that was pretty real. That was pretty damn real
so, uh, how about you tell me what that was all about?”
“Oh, no,” Peter groaned. “Oh, no, no, no...I...oh, listen, I didn't....oh, man,
I didn't mean to...” He laid his head back down and closed his eyes, looking
positively mortified. “That wasn't supposed to happen.”
“Yeah, but it did,” he replied, “and I'm still not really...I'm not getting
what's going on here. Besides the fact that I'm definitely getting sick now. If
I wasn't already.”
“Oh, no, I didn't want to get you...” Now Peter looked something far beyond
mortified, and still incredibly out of it. The poor kid was still sick as all
fuck, and Tony almost felt guilty for grilling him like this, but it wasn't
like he had been left much of a choice. Was he just supposed to pretend it had
never happened and let it go?
“Look...look, Peter, I just...you have to understand where I'm coming from on
this, right? That was more than unexpected, and considering...age, and all
that...you can understand why I'd be a little concerned.” Tony wasn't sure, but
he hoped that he was doing a good job of sounding like the responsible adult he
was trying to be, and not at all like the irresponsible adult who honestly
wouldn't mind kissing Peter again.
“I didn't mean it...” He wondered if Peter would be just as bad of a liar if he
wasn't sick, or if he was so out of it that he didn't realize how obvious he
was being. And there was the matter of what he said before he fell asleep, the
thing that Tony had tried to pretend he'd misheard, but that he couldn't deny
now.
Wanted to see you.
If Peter had come over just to see Tony, when he was feeling so awful, and if
he had been dreaming about kissing Tony to the point that he had accidentally
done it, it wasn't hard to figure out what that meant. And if the young man
really did have such a huge, obvious crush, it was going to be pretty fucking
hard for Tony to keep ignoring his own feelings. There was nothing he could do,
there was no direction he could go in from here, that wouldn't feel wrong to
him, and he  knew  what was objectively right, and even that did not sit well.
He had to push Peter away. It was the right thing to do, when the kid was way
too young for him and when Tony was such a mess regardless. He wasn't a good
match for anyone, least of all someone like Peter, and this should be the point
where he made the right decision and said that they couldn't keep spending time
together. It would be wrong to do anything else, but Tony tried to imagine
getting through the day without knowing he had this damn kid looking up to him
and looking forward to seeing him, and he didn't want that.
And he didn't want to be alone anymore, and it was fucked up for him to let his
loneliness drive him to this point, but where had trying to do the right thing
ever gotten him before, anyway? He knew what he wanted, and he was too weak not
to take it when it was presenting itself to him, practically gift wrapped. His
lips were on Peter's without another thought, and it only took a few seconds of
confusion before the young man relaxed into it.
It really wasn't the most romantic of kisses; honestly probably one of the
least such that Tony had experienced, because the poor kid kept having to break
it to catch his breath, on account of the fact that he couldn't breathe through
his nose. And that meant he was still doing those gross sniffs, and his eyes
had a glazed look to them, and if Tony were a lesser man, that might have been
enough to make him call it a day. Or maybe he  was  a lesser man, because he
was so desperate that that was not enough to deter him.
Whatever the case, no matter how sick Peter was, he was doing what he could to
not let it get in the way of things, and never once asked to stop, and that was
how Tony ended up on top of him on the couch. Peter's cheeks were flushed,
hopefully from a little more than fever, and he looked so damn cute that this
almost felt wrong- well, more wrong than it already did.
“You sure you're feeling okay enough for this?” he asked, because no matter how
badly he needed this, he wasn't going to fuck someone who was too sick for it,
and Peter was pretty sick.
“Please,” replied Peter, and maybe it was just his own desperation talking,
maybe he wasn't really up for this, but that was all Tony needed to hear, and
it was more than he could ever hope to resist. The young man's hips rose to
meet his, and he could hear Peter let out a little whine when they made
contact. Tony was achingly hard by that point, and he could feel that Peter was
too, could feel just how badly the kid needed him all the way through both of
their clothes.
And then he was kissing Peter again while he kept pushing himself up, until
Tony pressed down further onto him, Peter writhing beneath him, desperate and
needy. He whined into their kiss, tangling his fingers in Tony's hair and
practically twisting his hips in his attempts to gain some sort of release.
Tony broke their kiss just to hear Peter whine out loud, just to see the look
on his face, biting his lip and closing his eyes, with his cheeks so goddamn
red, and then Peter looked up at him like he was about to cry, an he decided
that it was high time he stopped teasing the poor kid.
And that was when Peter let out a few short gasps and froze up a little before
his face relaxed, and Tony knew that this was over before it had really begun.
Christ, Peter was way,  way  too young for him, and he was way,  way  too
fucked up to find that as charming as he did. But whatever the case, he knew
better than to try to push this any further, climbing off of the couch.
“Oh, man,” groaned Peter, sounding even more dazed than before. “I'm so, so
sorry, that was...” His eyelids drooped, and Tony was sure that the only thing
keeping him from completely dying of embarrassment was the fact that he was too
exhausted and too sick to think straight anymore. They definitely should have
waited on this, but that was fine. There would be time in the future, Tony was
sure; he doubted he would ever be able to talk himself out of taking this all
the way. When he made mistakes, he had a tendency of riding them out until the
bitter end.
“Don't worry about,” he said, “seriously. It's probably for the best, I don't
think you're in any shape to take things much further. How about you take a
shower to clear your head a little, and I'll take you home and we can put a pin
in this for now?”
“Only if you promise it's just till I'm better,” Peter mumbled as Tony helped
him up.
“Yeah, yeah, I promise.” He ushered Peter off to a shower and resisted the urge
to follow him in, choosing to instead finish himself off while waiting. It
wasn't like he wasn't used to doing things by himself; waiting a little bit
longer wouldn't kill him.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     Yo, sorry this took forever
Things ended up taking a little bit longer than planned, because as soon as
Peter was starting to feel better, Tony woke up feeling like death had come for
him and couldn't manage to drag his ass out of bed until he was sure he had
recovered. He had a lot of time to think when he was actually conscious, which
meant he had plenty of time to talk himself out of it, and he didn't.

Oh, he tried plenty, but his own fever dreams kept him thinking more about the
pros than the cons, and it soon didn't matter if the cons were much more
severe. He had already gotten himself into this mess, and if he were already
halfway there, he might as well dive the rest of the way in. Once he had fully
recovered, there was once again no question in his mind, and he made the phone
call that Peter had been waiting for.

"You're finally better?"

"Yeah."

"I'm really sorry I got you sick. I guess I should have stayed home, but if I
had we might not have..." He trailed off and Tony could only imagine how much
the poor kid had to be blushing.

"Well, it's over now, so don't beat yourself up over it too much," he replied.
"But I take it you still want to do what we talked about?"
"I did last time you called, didn't I?" Tony had called Peter to let him know
that they'd have to postpone due to his own stint with the cold, and had given
Peter an out then, one that the young man had not taken.

"Hey, I'm trying to be a gentleman about this, the least you could do is
appreciate it."

"I appreciate it, but if you want out, you're not gonna get out of it by
waiting on me to get scared. It's all on you." The kid had a sharper tongue
than Tony remembered; perhaps he was rubbing off on him.

~X~

Naturally, even with Peter turning the tables and giving Tony a way out, he
didn't take it, being the glutton for punishment that he was. The day came when
he had Peter over again, with only one possible outcome for the afternoon. He
knew, by now, that he wasn't going to back out, and Peter had made it clear
that he felt the same way. There was a moment where they stood facing each
other, and Tony knew it fell on him to make the first move, but for the first
time in a long time, he was unsure of how to do this.
Just as he was about to say something, about to ask Peter what he felt most
comfortable with, a determined expression came across the young man's face and
he closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Tony's with only
a trace of hesitation. It was not quite as shameless as when he'd thought he
was asleep, but he was still quite bold about it, as if trying to make up
Tony's uncertainty.
And, of course, Tony realized that he was being ridiculous, hesitating like
this. It was far too late for second thoughts, and he returned Peter's kiss
with enthusiasm, using his experience to guide the young man, and when he
pulled back, he smirked and said, “Get undressed, alright?”
Peter flushed and nodded, and Tony got a little caught up in watching him do
that. He knew that he shouldn't be surprised that the kid had a nice body, all
things considered, but he hid it well enough that Tony was a little bit taken
aback. But then he remembered what exactly was going on and set to removing his
own clothes, and was pleased to see Peter getting just as distracted as he had.
Eventually, that was out of the way and he brought Peter to his bed,
instructing him to get on his knees, face down.
While Peter was doing this, Tony reached for the lube he had prepared for the
situation, scooping some onto his fingers and climbing into bed behind Peter.
He used his fingers to apply it to the young man, gently working one into him,
murmuring, “Make sure you relax, okay? It's gonna hurt either way, but it hurts
a lot less if you relax.”
“Y-yeah,” replied Peter quietly, but he did relax considerably as Tony
continued to finger him, and Tony managed a second finger, scissoring them both
to stretch the young man in preparation. Peter winced a few times, but he also
let out some soft moans as he adjusted, and it wasn't long before Tony pulled
his fingers back out and shifted positions, getting behind him.
“Last chance,” he said softly, leaning into Peter's ear, and he shivered,
whimpering.
“Please,” said Peter, his voice shaking. He was certainly not trying to get out
of this now, and with that encouragement, Tony could not hold back anymore,
pressing forward into Peter, as slowly as he could manage with how badly he
wanted this. He was only able to maintain self-control because he didn't want
to do anything to make this uncomfortable for Peter.
It was a difficult wait, holding back until Peter was ready for more, but once
he was, Tony could lose himself in the motion of his hips, in his thrusts, in
the feeling of fucking Peter, and for once, he didn't allow himself to worry
about what this meant for them or list off all the reasons he shouldn't be
doing this. Every now and then, he would ask Peter how he was liking it, just
to make sure that things were good, and though Peter could hardly speak, he
would always manage a short, positive reply.
But it wasn't long before he had no need to ask because the young man was
moaning so desperately, leaning back onto Tony and whimpering, and all Tony had
to do was reach in front of him and give his cock a few strokes before Peter
was there. He gave a desperate, broken cry as he came, and it took only a few
minutes of frantic thrusting before Tony joined him, grunting and arching his
back.
They collapsed together, Tony barely managing to pull out and turn so that he
did not land directly on top of Peter, and they were quiet. Soon enough, one of
them would find the ability to speak again, but for now they said nothing.
Their had been tension building between them for longer than either would care
to admit, and now that they had resolved it, it finally felt as though they
could relax.
Tony knew that he wouldn't be relaxing for long, seeing as he had majorly
crossed a line and that there was no going back from here, but for now, he
could enjoy the fact that he had resolved that tension. It had taken Peter
getting sick to do it, and then Tony had been sick as a result, but in that
moment, he would have said it was worth it, and he was sure that Peter would
agree.
 
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