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Peter was sitting at his desk, pencil tapping at his open textbook as he listened to his teacher and not really taking notes. Ned had been texting him all morning asking him if he still had the bottle of wine from last night, and he did.
Peter smirked.
To Ned: lets invite Mj and Liz. They’ll kill me if I don’t.
He waited a couple minutes before his phone vibrated again.
From Ned: yeah okay but I swear to God if Mj drinks the whole thing just know I’m going to shove someone out of your third story window. Meet us in the quad in 30.
He snickered and left it at that. Peter had been early to the meeting spot considering his building was the closest and he stared at his phone while he waited. He found it weird that he hadn’t gotten a text or call from Tannis, one apologizing for leaving early or explaining his abrupt actions. When his friends did show up he was hounded by questions like: how much did you make?
”$1,000”
What’d you eat?
”Lobster, and to be fairly honest, it could’ve been better.”
How old is he again?
”Maybe 56? I don’t know, I’m just there for the money.”
Did you fuck?
”No, he’s the one that just like ‘Companionship’. And besides, he’s not even my type.”
Mj scoffed, “Old men are your type and you can’t convence me the SIMP from last night didn’t turn you on.”
Peter grimaced at that, “Have I even shown you a picture of him?” He wanted to gag, “I kissed his cheek and immediately felt the need to bleach my mouth out. “
”Nah, money is Peter’s type,” Ned, a genius as always.
He shifted in his seat and thought over if he wanted to tell them what happened. It was a dangerous game, he knew, and Mj and Ned had been friends with him well before he decided you seek these money arrangements. They told him it was too dangerous, too risky, and the outburst of behavior from Tannis can translate to that very easily. A lot of the men on the site were sleezy, shady and in bad businesses. Peter could very well get hurt and the only thing they knew for sure was that Peter got a half drank bottle of wine out of it. So he kept his mouth shut and chewed on the sucker Mj had brought him.
Minutes pass and he gazed down at the time. It was almost 7:30am and he would have to leave soon. “Hey, I’m gonna head out.”
“Okay, see ya.” He didn’t look back at them when he turned to leave, mechanically patting his bag and noticed it was relatively light and immediately began to panic. He kept walking away as he opened his satchel and cursed at himself. He forgotten his change of clothes. Fuck, Mr. Stark is going to kill me.
He lifted his phone and regrettably dialed Pepper’s number.
”Hello? Mr. Parker?”
”U-uhm..”
”Is something wrong?” She sounded calm and collected as always.
“Actually ye-yeah, kind of, I mean, it’s totally my fault and if you get mad I understand-“
”Peter just tell me what’s the matter.”
“Okay,” he took a breath,“so I forgot my change of clothes today and I don’t have enough time to run back to my house and I really don’t want to be late because Mr. Stark will be upset-“
He heard a light laugh on the other end and it stopped him from talking, “Peter, it’s fine. The only one who really requires you to dress like that is Tony himself and he isn’t even in the tower today, he shouldn’t be that is. His schedule is full and I’m sure whatever you’re wearing is fine.”
He then looked down at himself, eye’s stopping at his skintight, high-wasted jeans before the fingers of his free hand smoothed over his over-sized wide-neck t-shirt and tucked it in further. This led him to notice that his white shoes had some scuffs on them. Of course his hair wasn’t done and he was wearing circle glasses with fake, unprescribed lenses in them. Notably he refused to remove the glasses because “They just pulled the outfit together, Ned, you haven’t seen my cardigan yet.” It was important to Peter that he looked smart and it wasn’t his fault that he was a cute twink.
He stutters a moment, “Yeah, I-I guess so.”
”Just get here. I’m not sure you’re going to need slacks to file paperwork anyway.” The words were actually really reassuring and he let out a breath.
”Okay, yeah, see you in a bit then, Ms. Potts.”
”Bye, Peter.” The line went dead and he licked his lips.
Pepper had been right, he didn’t need slacks to file papers, no, but he did need them to not be stared at. Which was what was happening. A lot. And at one point he ran to the restroom to get away for a moment. The eye’s boring into him, although ultimately flattered him, made it all that more apparent that he stuck out like a sore thumb.
He peered into the mirror a moment to collect himself. His blush no longer looked fake like the one he added this morning. His lips, with the gloss he’d favored from last night had almost worn off So he reached into his front pocket and quickly reapplied.
The rest of the day though had gone by pretty nicely. Mr. Stark hadn’t shown up and he didn’t have a reason to be weak in the knee’s. He’d actually eaten lunch with Natasha and Clint who complimented him on his glasses.
“Thank you,” he said, covering his mouth after eating a chip. “But they’re actually fake.”
Clint gave him a questioning look, “Why?” The look however, had grazed his whole appearance like the other employees, although it lingered on different spots such as his lips and fingers. Peter fumbled with his hands.
And Peter just: “Fashion.” Because honestly why else?
Natasha’s body language had been different toward Peter too since the last time he saw her. It was less ‘mentor Natasha’ and more ‘cool aunt Natasha’ by the way she spoke to him. She appeared at ease, more charismatic and less uptight.
He then found himself down in the lab with Dr. Banner, who was for some reason, not making eye contact with him. Are my clothes weird?... or am I missing something? The older man’s stiff posture had made Peter uncomfortable for about fifteen minutes before he laid his tools down and picked up his phone.
“Hey Dr. Banner, Ms. Potts needs me so I’m just gonna-“ he didn’t finish his sentence, pointing his thumb in the direction of the elevator as he left. Wow, okay, today is kinda fucked. He rubbed at his temples. And up until this point it hasn’t been anything but a whirlwind of emotions for him. Note to Fucking self: never forget your fucking clothes, Peter Parker, you dumb bitch. The elevator dings and he steps off.
More envelopes and had been placed on his desk, so instead of sitting in Dr. Banner’s awkward aura he decided to do desk work instead, making his usual rounds and smiling at people he passed. He’d put in headphone’s to help drown out the feeling of eyes on him, playing 80’s music rather loudly. No one bothered him most of the time.
It was around three o’clock when Peter made his last trip and it was to Mr. Stark’s office. He knew before-hand that the billionaire was going to have quite a few things so he saved all of his for last so he wouldn’t have to make multiple trips.
His ringtone sounded in his ears and he pressed the ‘Answer’ button.
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Tony was sitting at his desk, fingers tapping against his desk as he was reading random pieces of information through his Stark Glasses. He was bored. He’d cancelled half his appointments today because he just didn’t want to do it and was able to make a stealthy entrance through his window via Iron Man suit.
The door knob to his office jiggled and his eye’s darted it’s way. Muffled sounds could be heard, a tell-tale sign the person was on the phone, and then-
“Yes, Master, I would love that.” A light giggle. Peter’s head was down and he paused, a smile stuck to his lips as he listened to person on the other end. “For me? Really?” He could hear his manipulative tone heighten a little, “Well then, Master, what would you like me to do? I know you love the way I dance.”
He leaned back in his chair, one arm across his chest while the other was propped up holding his chin. The sway of Peter’s headphones made it easy to see that his phone stuck out of his back pocket. And for the love of God, Tony could not keep his eyes off the younger’s body, nevermind the salacious things he was saying to the man.
Peter’s face was still cast down, reading the front of Tony’s mail as he flipped through them. “I’m free after eight tonight. If you get a room I’ll wear my leather. Yes Master, the one from the first night.” There was a relaxed aire about the younger that Tony didn’t get the pleasure of feeling.
He giggles more, over accentuating it but the smile seemed real. And Tony could tell that it was real because you didn’t have to smile to fake laugh on the phone. He couldn’t keep himself from looking away from those pearly whites, cheeks pressed just so, and he could see that Peter may or may not have dimple’s. Tony decided he liked them. Tony also decided that maybe it wasn’t a good idea to like them so much. His self-control was utterly weak though.
The younger took small, easy steps, hips cocking making them look loose. Tony knew the younger was flexible, knew he could bend and wind his body if need-be. The way the light-wash fabric hugged him made Tony want to reach out and test the tightness. When Peter finally stopped at the end of the desk he stepped around, most likely placing the envelopes where he normal would and says a goodbye to the man on the phone.
Tony, for the life of him, could not understand how he hadn’t been noticed yet. The kid wasn’t stupid but he was definitely oblivious to his surroundings. Then Peter halted and he watched the smaller’s eye blow up as his stare went from Tony’s loafers, then his knee’s, upward to his chest and then meeting his stare. Peter yanked his headphones out of his ears and his doe-eye’s couldn’t get any bigger.
Tony met him with an irritated look. “Peter,” it was the first time he’d used his first name, “What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck are you wearing?”
“I- uh-“
“So, what, You think I’m not here and you can just come in wearing whatever you want?”
The boys face turned white from the scolding, “I forgot my clothes- I’m sorry, Ms. Po-“ He turned to leave quickly, hands sweaty and shaky.
Tony made quick work to stick a finger inside his belt-loop halting him and Peter let out a surprised squeak, “Hold on, I wasn’t done talking.” His tone was crass as Peter stood there, “look at me when I talk to you.” Peter then shifted, making Tony aware of how close they actually were. He hadn’t moved his hand, keeping his arm propped as Peter spun around. But the way he stood, as if he wear leaning into Tony’s touch made something inflate in the billionaires chest. His palm caressed his cheek, fingertips almost trailing the underside of his ass as Peter met Tony’s eye’s in a submissive gesture.
He knew his gaze felt like it was boring holes into the younger but the power felt too good, “I’m sure you know the rule.” And he looked at the smaller expectantly but after a second Peter still hadn’t stifled a response so he raised his voice, “Say it.”
“D-dress like you want to be here!” he gasped out.
He gave Peter’s ass a small squeeze. He didn’t understand why he liked it so much but it was just too perfect. “And what about that is too hard to understand?” He clicked his tongue, “I know you’re smart, you were able to get my scholarship- so why can’t you follow this simple rule?”
Now, given the circumstances, maybe he shouldn’t be so mean. Peter had been messy here and there but he had not once forgotten to were the correct style before. So why today?
“Be a good boy and explain.”
He watched as Peter took a step closer. The color in his face had come back and instead of looking frightened he looked sad. The kid looked up to him, he knew as much, and an ignorant eye would see that he was down because he disappointed someone who meant something to him. And yes, maybe that was the case, but Peter was a different instrument to be strummed and a well-informed eye could tell that the younger craves this kind of roguish and vexatious attention from Tony.
It was the reason why Peter never denied his touches and never pulled away. Tony’s actions were in no way legal or right but Tony assumes Peter doesn’t care, doesn’t give it a second thought because he’s in the business of sugar daddies and Tony just happened to be his wet dream. And Tony could tell, not only by the middle-school level blushing but by the obvious boner the kid get’s every time Tony is stern with him. To unknown reason’s though, Tony would play along and Peter looked cute confused.
Peter took another step forward, his words were light and he was trying to look anywhere but at Tony, even if Tony had just told him to, “I forgot to put them in my bag this morning, I’m sorry. I called Ms. Potts because I was worried about being late and she said it would be fine, that I didn’t need slacks to file.”
He moved his hand leisurely, untucking a part of Peter’s shirt to slip his hand inside. He stroked at the soft skin and felt the beginning of gooseflesh rise against his palm. “Thank you for telling the truth, Peter, but you should know to follow the rules regardless if I’m here or not.” Tony gave him a pointed look, “Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”
Peter’s feet slightly shuffled at the question and he bit his lip, eye’s not pleading but close as he nodded, “Yes, Da-Mr. Stark, Yes I c-can do that for you.” Bingo.
Tony wondered when he was gonna slip. He removed his hand and gave Peter a slap on the ass, “Don’t disappoint me again.” And then, “Get out of my sight.”