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Peter held himself up on the edge of the pool and kicked his feet through the water. After a particularly tough mission, Tony had invited him over to come over and spend the next day by the pool. His pool. He had been invited to go swimming with Tony Stark in Tony Stark's private pool. That was hardly something he could say no to. So after a good night’s sleep, he shoved his swim trunks and some extra clothes into his backpack and swung towards the tower.
“Wow. This is so awesome Mr. Stark! I can’t believe you have an entire pool on top of the building!” Peter said as he leaned over the wall and looked out over the city.“It’s like swimming up in the clouds. This is crazy!”
Tony adjusted his sunglasses and tucked a folded up towel under his head. “Well, you know ‘Crazy’ is my middle name,” he drawled from where he was sprawled across one of the many lounge chairs.
“I thought your middle name was Edward,” Peter grinned, then plopped down on the chair beside Tony’s. There was a cold bottle of water there and he was eager to crack it open. The sun was bright, and he could already feel it warming his skin. He really wanted to get in the pool. It was enormous with rounded edges and one corner of it was surrounded by thick green foliage and a small trickling waterfall. There was a ledge just a few inches below the crystal water level for sitting and broad steps that led into the shallow end. It reminded him of all the different beach resort commercials that would play on the television.
“Can I get in the water, Mr. Stark?” Peter finally asked. However, it did occur to him that he’d been invited to spend the day by the pool and not in it. Which made him wonder, “Or is it just for show?”
Tony turned his head and lifted his glasses, so he could look Peter in the eyes. “Of course you can get in it,” he incredulously stated. “Why would I have an entire pool you couldn’t actually swim in?”
“I dunno. You’re rich,” Peter said. When Tony arched an eyebrow, he held up his hands in defense. “What? Rich people have all kinds of weird things. Like diamond encrusted pens and pet tigers.”
Tony opened his mouth as though he were about to argue, then sighed defeatedly. “Touche, kid,” he said, then grinned. “But in this case, there are no diamond pens, pet tigers, or giant useless swimming pools. Hop in. Have fun. Do your thing.”
“Yes!” Peter happily shouted, laughing when Tony flinched at his volume. He was just really excited to have an entire pool to himself. Typically if he was going to get to go swimming it was at a public pool. Those were okay if you just wanted a cool place to escape from the summer heat but they were often crowded. Sometimes to the point that all you could barely move through the water, let alone jump into it.
“Hey, Mr. Stark! Watch this,” he called from the ledge of the deepest part of the pool. When Tony looked in his direction, he grinned and flipped into the water. He was pretty sure he’d managed two and a half rotations before landing butt first into the cold water.
“Good job, Kid,” Tony said the moment Peter’s head breached the surface. Peter laughed and trudged towards the stairs to climb out.
“I bet I can get three flips in if I jump higher,” he said as he scurried across the pavement. “Watch me!”
For the next ten minutes or so, Peter experimented with all the various ways he could use his spider strength and dexterity to jump into the deep end. Sometimes he used a running start, sometimes he flipped forward, and sometimes he simply dove in head first just because he could. It was a lot of fun, especially when Tony was willing to look on as he played.
Sometime later, Tony got up and used a small towel to dab the sweat off of his brow and wandered towards the small cabana. “Hey, Bud. You want a drink?” he asked, already pulling various juices, fruits and fancy cups out from below the counter. “I can make us some daiquiris.”
“Aren’t daiquiris alcoholic drinks?” Peter asked, his tone squarely between enthusiastic and dubious. He both could and absolutely could not imagine Tony handing him an alcoholic beverage.
“They’re only alcoholic if you add alcohol to them,” Tony replied, making a point of lowering his sunglasses so that he could visibly roll his eyes. “However, my goal was to keep you hydrated, not get you wasted. How do you feel about mangos and pineapple? I’d offer you a more traditional strawberry version but Pepper’s allergic so we tend to not keep those around.”
“Anything’s fine!” Peter replied and was soon being handed a deep glass filled to the brim with a sweet fruity drink. He took a sip and hummed happily before sucking the rest of it down in record time. He’d definitely been more thirsty than he’d thought. He set the glass on the side of the pool, held himself up by his elbows, and kicked his feet through the water. “That was really good, Mr. Stark. Thank you,” he said, then rested his head on his arms.
“You want another one, Pete?” Tony asked.
When Peter looked he realized Tony’s drink was nearly diminished as well. “Only if you do. I can get some water,” he replied, fully prepared to retrieve a bottle from the mini fridge just inside of the cabana.
“How about both,” Tony suggested with a smile.
Peter swallowed the water down while waiting for Tony to blend their new drinks. Moment’s later a new glass was set beside the pool, that time topped with some of the extra fresh fruit. He was a little disappointed that his phone was laying under a towel on the lounge chair. It would have made a really cool picture to send to Ned and MJ. He found it interesting when Tony seemed to read his mind.
“Do you need a picture?” he blandly inquired, but was already grabbing his own phone from the lounge side table.
“Yeah! That would be awesome, Mr. Stark! Ned will flip when he sees this!” Peter laughed in return. Then he sat up on the lower ledge and reclined slightly while sipping slowly from the shiny metal straw.
“Alright,” Tony said as he pulled back his phone. “Photo sessions are over. I’m finishing this drink and taking a nap.”
Peter remained reclined on the pool's lower ledge. Laying in a few inches of water, with his head propped on the concrete was really great. The warmth of the sun was still pouring over his skin while the water below him kept his body at a good temperature. Occasionally, the warm wind would blow causing the water to lap over his stomach, sending a small chill down his spine. Even after his drink was gone, he stayed in that position for quite a while. Although after some time, his bladder began to nag him. He’d had two fruity mocktails and a bottle of water all in the same hour, it was all starting to catch up with him.
With a deep sigh, Peter slid off of the lower ledge so that he was all the way down in the water and started to paddle his way toward the steps. There was a bathroom just inside the building and he figured he may as well head that way before the pressing need became dire. However, before he could get all the way across the pool, he heard Tony groan and turned around to see him stretching his arm over his head as he stood up. ‘Probably has to pee too,’ he thought to himself. But rather than heading towards the bathroom, Tony went into the cabana.
“Need another water?” Tony asked as he dug through the mini fridge and Peter shook his head. He really needed to pee before he added any more liquid into his body. He figured he could grab his own bottle on the way back from the bathroom.
“Suit yourself,” Tony said, then lowered himself into the pool. He sat down on the lower ledge, tipped his head back, and sighed contentedly. Peter could practically see the tension leaving Tony’s body as he settled into the water and was actually kind of surprised he’d not done so earlier. It was hot and clearly, he’d been overly warm laying in the sun. He looked happy to finally be cooling off.
A few seconds later, Tony dropped all the way into the water, shivering lightly as he did so. Then he dipped below the surface and came back up, with his hair slicked back and his sunglasses spotted with drops of water. “I suppose since I'm in here now, we could play a game. Do kids still play Sharks and Minnows? Or, I suppose that’s more of a group game. Marco Polo? That’s still a thing right?
Peter’s brain short circuited as he realized what Tony was offering. And suddenly, getting to the bathroom was no longer a priority. He was worried if he got out, Tony would change his mind and retreat back to the lounge chairs. “Marco Polo sounds great, Mr. Stark,” he replied with unbridled enthusiasm. “Do you- who do you want to go first?”
Tony shrugged, pushed his sunglasses up to the top of his head and closed his eyes. Peter took that to mean that he would be ‘it’ and began to quietly ease his way towards the opposite side of the pool.
“Marco!” Tony called out.
Peter quickly reciprocated by shouting, ‘Polo’ in accordance with the rules.
The round seemed to take forever. Tony would move towards Peter and Peter would quietly back away. All the while, his bladder was screaming for him to get out and pee already. He considered allowing himself to be caught just to pause the game. Maybe Tony would be willing to wait while he darted inside to pee his brains out before taking his place as ‘it.’
But something was stopping him. Mostly his unrelenting tenacity. He was nothing if not determined and he really didn’t want to sacrifice a potential win just because he had to pee. Not yet anyway. He figured he could give it another few minutes and if nothing happened he could try to call a quick ‘time out.’
A few minutes turned into several and pretty soon Peter could no longer concentrate on moving slowly through the water. Each step made his bladder throb and every time the water ripped and splashed he had to cross his legs to keep himself from peeing his pants. The persistent sound of running water coming from the decorative corner of the pool certainly wasn’t helping. The noise was taunting him to the point that he couldn’t even think straight. Eventually, that lack of appropriate concentration was his downfall and Tony was able to lunge forward and grab him by the upper arm.
“Ha! I finally got you!” Tony shouted, to which Peter forced a smile. “Are we playing again? You’re ‘it’ now.”
Peter looked between Tony and the steps on the far side of the pool. He had to go to the bathroom. He really really had to go to the bathroom. He bit his lip and resisted the urge to squirm in place as he made his decision. “Maybe,” he finally answered. “I just- I need to get out for a minute.”
Tony nodded and leaned rearward to float on his back. “Whatever you want, Kid. I’ll hang out here for a few. Just let me know what you decide.”
“Yep,” Peter replied while starting towards the stairs. He tried to hurry but the drag of the neck-deep water was slowing him down. He tried to swim through instead. It was a little quicker but the more exaggerated leg movements made his bladder scream for release. So much so, that it attempted to do so without his permission. He could feel a sharp spurt escape, warming the crotch of his swimsuit. He dropped his legs down and twisted them together to stop the premature flow. Once he'd managed it, he opted to go back to walking. The water level was no longer so deep and he could more easily stride through it.
A few steps later, Peter could feel another surge of piss striking against the fabric of his suit. As he paused to press his thighs together, glanced over his shoulder to make sure Tony wasn’t looking. He wasn’t and that was a relief. Just not the kind he was really looking for. With a fortifying breath, he moved forward. He could still feel a bit of warmth between his legs and knew he was still leaking pee, But hoped the amount was negligible enough that he could exit the pool and get to the bathroom without it being terribly noticeable.
However, all hopes for that scenario went out the window less than a meter from the steps. The dam broke and he could feel piss rapidly exiting his body. He came to an abrupt stop and tensed his entire body in hopes of stopping the flow. It didn’t work. Nothing worked. No matter how much he twisted or turned, the water around his hips continued to grow exponentially warmer. Feeling mildly panicked he looked down expecting to find his lower half engulfed in a bright yellow cloud but there was nothing. As far as he could tell, there was no evidence of his ongoing accident, allowing him to relax marginally.
Relieving himself in the water was an odd experience. The release of pressure felt incredibly good but he was also extremely aware that what he was doing was against everything he’d ever been taught. You weren’t supposed to pee in your pants and you definitely weren't supposed to pee in the pool. Yet there he was, doing both of those things in tandem.
In an attempt to get his misdeed over with as quickly as possible, Peter forced the built-up urine to exit at a more ferocious speed. He was sure that if he had been wetting himself anywhere other than the waist deep water, he would have been flooding the ground at an astonishing rate.
Eventually, the torrent came to a stuttering halt. He waited out the last trickle, then strained to release one more short burst of piss. The moment his bladder was blissfully empty, he shivered involuntarily and hastily made his way toward the step.
Once Peter had aggressively exited the pool, he bit the inside of his cheek and slinked over to a lounge chair that was as far away from Tony as possible. There didn’t have to be any lingering proof for him to feel bad about what he’d done. He’d lost control of his bladder and wet his pants like a toddler– in public. He was sure he’d never get over it.
“Are you going to get back in or what?” Tony asked after several minutes had passed. “I thought you were just going to grab a water bottle or go for a piss or something. What are you doing over there?”
At the mention of going for a piss, Peter cringed. That had definitely been his plan, and he supposed that technically he had– just not in the way he’d expected. However, he really really didn’t want to talk about it. So, he simply shook his head and announced that he was done playing.
“I thought you were having fun?” Tony questioned, still standing in the middle of the pool. “Why aren’t you getting back in?”
“Because I don’t want to,” Peter strained. “I just- I’m done.”
Peter chanced a look and could see Tony’s brows pulled together beneath his wide-brimmed sunglasses. “You’re not upset that you lost are you?”
“I'm not upset,” Peter pressed, realizing too late that the tightness of his voice was in stark contrast to the words he’d just spoken. “I’m not upset,” he repeated, in what he hoped was a more casual tone.
“You’re sure acting upset,” Tony huffed in return. “What the hell happened, Kiddo?”
“Nothing!” Peter snapped. But he was still in the middle of processing the last ten minutes of his life and the constant interruptions were aggravating. “I thought you wanted me to hang out by the pool, Mr. Stark. And that’s what I’m doing. I’m by the pool.”
“Well, yeah,” Tony agreed from where he’d appeared at the edge of the pool near where Peter was laying. “But you’re all the way over here and our stuff’s all the way over there. This leads me to believe that you’re suddenly avoiding me.”
Peter grunted in frustration and cut his eyes to the side. As much as he didn’t want to admit that he’d accidentally peed in the pool, he really didn’t want Tony to think he was mad at him. “I peed my pants,” he mumbled.
“What?” Tony questioned, causing Peter to quietly growl.
“I said, I peed my pants, Okay. I had to go to the bathroom and didn’t make it there in time. I just peed in my pants for the first time since I was eight,” he sputtered, feeling less embarrassed and more annoyed as he spoke.
“In the pool?” Tony asked, while wearing an unreadable expression.
“Yes, in the pool,” Peter stressed as he sat up and rubbed his hands up and down his face. “I was right by the steps and my stupid bladder couldn’t hold it for two more minutes.”
Tony lifted his glasses and blinked. “Is there pee in your pants right now?” he asked, making Peter blush slightly.
“No,” he said, “I was in the water so it just- rinsed out.”
“Then you didn’t pee your pants,” Tony said as if that was the most logical thing in the world. And Peter supposed that maybe it was. At least a little. His pants were only wet with water, there wasn’t any pee clinging to his skin and there were no puddles of piss laying around waiting to be mopped up. But that didn’t change the fact that he’d urinated in Tony’s private pool.
“But the pool,” Peter half-whined. “I contaminated your pool. I basically peed on you.”
Tony shrugged his shoulders and pulled himself up and over the edge of the pool so he could sit in the chair beside Peter. “Okay, First of all, this pool holds somewhere around fifty-seven thousand liters of water. So, your one bladder's worth of piss is hardly a contamination. Not to mention, healthy urine is completely and totally sterile. And second, I pay someone to make sure this pool is well-kept. You didn’t pee on me. You just took advantage of the chemical benefits of a chlorinated pool.”
“I-” Peter began but couldn't quite come up with an argument. Everything Tony had said made sense. Which begged the question, “Then why are you always told not to pee in the pool?”
Tony chuckled lightly. “Because it’s something people just don’t want to think about. But I assure you everyone has done it. Probably often and likely on purpose.”
Peter wrinkled his nose. “Even you?”
Tony laughed fully and winked. “Sorry, Kiddo. I’m just not a piss and tell kind of guy.”
Peter smiled and rolled his eyes, feeling much better about the situation. “So we can still swim?” he tentatively asked.
“Yep. We can definitely still swim,” Tony said. “But first, I think we need a few more drinks. What do you say, Buddy?”
Peter leaned back in his chair, smiled contentedly, and agreed. “Drink sounds great, Mr. Stark.”