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Peter didn't think he'd ever been more nervous. Trembling and sweating, he was standing in front of the President’s Suite in one of the most luxurious hotels in New York, wondering what the hell had gotten into him.
“Relax, Peter… You can do this,” he quietly mumbled to himself, hoping that his clients weren’t standing right behind the door. “It’s just sex. No big deal…”
In fact, it was a very big deal. Because it wasn’t ‘just sex’.
It was paid sex with two men. That’s what it was.
Not even 24 hours ago, Peter had registered on some sort of hooker app recommended by Harry Osborn, a rich guy from college he was tutoring and whom he had recently befriended. The topic came up when Peter confided in Harry about his increasing financial problems.
Peter didn’t think he’d heard right when Harry proposed the app to him, calling him the ‘most fuckable twink on campus’ who wouldn’t have any problems finding hismelf a ‘sugar daddy’ or someone else desperate enough to pay for sex. “There ain’t enough pretty boys for all these thirsty older men out there. You'd be their wet dream come true, trust me.”
Despite having doubts, Peter's curiosity - and ever-growing despair - got the better of him, so he ended up registering after all. Over the course of the next couple of hours, he had gotten flooded with requests from guys all over New York, who offered him a ridiculous amount of money for sending nudes or agreeing to meet with them.
Though only one profile had stood out to Peter. His heart had skipped a beat when he’d opened it, showing a photo of two extremely hot guys who were quite a bit older than him. They didn’t show their full faces on the photos they sent - only glimpses - but judging by their illicitly hot, half-naked bodies alone, Peter had hit the jackpot.
They had briefly described themselves as a married couple looking for a ‘submissive bottom’, and as it appeared, Peter was exactly what they wanted. They had wasted no time offering him one fucking thousand dollars for a single night, and after some hesitation, he had agreed.
It’s not like he wasn’t scared… because he was. Shit, he’d never been more scared of anything in his life before. But he was also very much excited, realizing that his most sinful fantasy might actually be coming true (admittedly, these fantasies only ever included him being passed back and forth between two hot guys, and not the part where they paid him for it, but… oh well.).
Knowing he would only get more anxious the longer he waited, Peter had set a day for the following night already. Besides, not properly getting to know his clients before the sex was the whole point of prostitution, right?
Harry still had some useful tips for him. "Only meet them in a hotel or any other public place. Send me the location and screenshots of their profile, so I know where you’re at, in case anything happens. And don't let them talk you into doing anything you aren't comfortable with. No money in the world is worth getting pressured into agreeing to do anything you don't really want."
"Yeah, don’t worry… They said we would negotiate everything beforehand and promised that I could stop the whole thing anytime I want."
Grinning, Harry had wriggled his eyebrows. "They sound kinda kinky, don't you think?"
Kinky? "Look, I know what I'm doing", Peter said, despite having no clue at all what he was doing, "It's not like this is my first time having sex."
Actually, it would only be his second time having sex, and the first time he would be getting paid for it, but… Nobody had to know, right? He just needed to stop overthinking and act be confident…
Easier said than done, he thought, glancing anxiously at the hotel room door. After taking a deep breath, Peter forced himself to knock. As he waited with bated breath, he tried to calm himself down. He would be fine. He had spent the whole day preparing for this, both physically and mentally. He had showered, razored, properly cleaned himself down there, and even prepped a bit. He was ready. More than ready. The readiest he could ever-
Okay, whom was he trying to fool? He was anything but ready. What the fuck was he even doing here? Maybe he should just-
Peter gulped when the door was unlocked with a soft 'click'. Seconds later, it swung open, revealing…
Oh. shit. The guy eyeing him up and down - looking surprised, yet highly interested - was none other than Tony Stark, one of the most successful engineers in the world. One of his biggest idols, no less. Oh god… oh god oh god oh god-
"Are you Peter?"
Relax… breathe… "Um… yes, sir."
Tony’s lips curled into a pleased smile. "I see you have manners, kid. Sweet. Come in." Anxious as fuck, Peter stepped into the luxurious hotel suite, eyes widening in admiration. The lobby alone already had to be bigger than his tiny one-bedroom apartment.
Peter flinched when the door fell shut behind him. “Like what you see?” Tony nodded his head at the expensive furniture.
“Oh… Yes, sir.”
“Me too.” Tony let his eyes openly roam over Peter’s body, smirking when the boy blushed. “I’m Tony, by the way. And this -” he nodded his head behind Peter, “- is James, my husband.”
Peter quickly turned around, heart leaping into his throat as he spotted another guy leaning casually against the doorframe of the adjacent room, arms crossed in front of his chest. One of his arms was made of dark metal showing a few faint, golden lines. It was… quite hot, actually.
“You can call me Bucky,” the man smiled, eyeing Peter up and down as well. “Wow, you look… pretty young in real life.”
“So they say.”
Tony walked over to his husband, eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Are you even legal yet?”
“Of course,” Peter said, forming his lips into a small pout, ”didn’t you look at my profile?”
Tony and Bucky exchanged a glance before they both burst out laughing. “Kid, I’m sorry, but there’s no way you’re twenty-three.”
Peter’s face started to burn. “All right, I’m twenty-one. Um… twenty.” When the two older men amusedly raised their brows, he gave up. “Shit, okay, I’m eighteen, but... I really want to do this... please.”
Was it bad that he wasn’t even thinking about the money anymore? He just wanted Tony fucking Stark and his extremely hot husband to fuck his brains out.
After glancing at Bucky once again, Tony took a few steps forward. “I admit that I got hard the second I saw you, but we have never- I mean, we-”
“Usually don't consider anyone that young,” Bucky finished, stepping forward as well, “You have done this before, though, right?”
“Sure,” Peter lied, hoping to sound convincing. “I have, um, met a lot of guys already.”
Looking somewhat relieved, Tony advanced again. “Do you think you can handle the both of us, though? You see, Bucky and me - we both like to take. We can be very… demanding and you look a little… petite. ”
"I’m not petite," Peter pouted, feeling slightly offended. "I’m much more, um, resilient than I look. And as it happens, I love to... give.”
Tony let out an excited groan at that. “Bucky, I think we hit the jackpot.”
“We sure did.” Bucky came up next to Tony, looking down at Peter. He was so freaking tall... “But just so we’re clear, Peter, If you’re convincing enough, we’ll make sure you’ll get your money’s worth. Promise.”
Peter couldn’t help himself. “Technically, it’s you paying me, so I guess it’s you who should be hoping that you’ll get your money’s worth, right?”
Stunned, Bucky and Tony stared at each other, mouth opened in surprise. Then, they broke into another laughing fit. “You’re quite the wit, huh?” Bucky grinned.
Tony, however, shook his head. “Actually, I think he’s being a little brat,” he teased, licking over his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, eyes burning with desire. “I would be careful, kid… brats usually don’t qualify for special rewards.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to earn myself one, if you let me.”
Groaning once more, the husbands share an exciting look. Tony then asked Peter to follow them into the room Bucky had come out of earlier, sounding a little impatient now. “How about a quick drink before we get started?”
“Tony, he’s eighteen, ” Bucky reprimanded, rolling his eyes at Peter. Chuckling, the teen set in motion, gasping when he entered the luxurious bedroom. He couldn’t shake the feeling that a night in this suite cost more than his monthly rent.
Pouring himself and his husband a glass of whiskey, Tony pointed at a small glass table in the middle of the room. “There’s your money. One thousand, just like we agreed on.”
In awe, Peter picked up the ten one-hundred-dollar notes; he’d never had so much cash before. Actually, he couldn’t remember ever having one thousand bucks in his bank account either, so...
“On the table, you’ll also find a list with things we enjoy or would love to do,” Bucky added, snapping Peter out of his thoughts. “Please don’t feel pressured into selecting anything you’re not comfortable with. If none of these things are appealing to you, that’s fine too.”
Nervous, yet curious, Peter picked up the list. His hope that this would be his chance to prove himself evaporated as soon as he started reading. He had no fucking clue what most of these words even meant. Just when despair and shame started to crawl up his spine, his eyes fell on the word ‘Restraints’.
Oh. Fuck.
The thought of getting tied up and used by these two men was as frightening as it was appealing. Should he allow two strangers to…? No. That would be way too reckless, wouldn’t it?
And yet, the more Peter thought about it, the tighter his pants got. What if he never got another chance like this? A shy guy like him would probably never find a boyfriend anyway, and even if he did, Peter doubted he would be brave enough to ask him to try anything like this, too great was his fear of getting rejected.
Screw it. Tony and Bucky had promised he could always ask them to stop if it got too much. Besides, this was Tony Stark in front of him. He surely couldn’t risk getting bad headlines for hurting an eighteen-year-old kid...
Clearing his throat, Peter told them he had made his choice. After the two men had taken a curious look at the list, they glanced at each other, looking overjoyed.
“Are you sure about this? This normally requires a certain level of trust, and we would totally understand if you’re not up for it.” Bucky flashed Peter a warm smile that made his stomach flip.
When the boy nodded, Tony added, “All right, kid, but I need you to promise that you will tell us as soon as you want to be freed, okay? There’s absolutely no pressure to go through with it, and you would still get your money even if we didn’t end up fucking, okay?”
For claiming they were very demanding, they surely acted like concerned sweethearts. “I promise.”
“What’s your safeword?”
His what? Peter was about to ask when it hit him - begging to be freed would probably be part of the game. God, if they didn’t get a move on, he’d probably come in his pants before they even touched him. “It’s, um...“ Blushing, he let his eyes roam. “T-Telephone.”
“Telephone?” Tony raised his brows. “Um… okay, then. Telephone it is. May I suggest a somewhat ‘faster’ alternative? If you want us to stop, just say ‘red’. In case you’re still good but want us to back off a little, use ‘orange’. If you’re fine, say ‘green’. Is that okay for you?”
Fuck, they’d probably guessed he was completely green himself... “Y-Yes, totally. Green, orange, red. Um. Got it.”
“Awesome. Now let’s get you out of these clothes, shall we?”
Taken by surprise, Peter needed a few seconds to collect himself. “Oh… Um, sure. Should I just undress, or…”
Peter forgot what he was about to say when the two men marched forward like lions creeping up on their prey, looking at him as he was fucking edible. Tony didn’t take his eyes off Peter’s face until he was standing right in front of him, lifting his hands to cup Peter’s face. The boy’s breath hitched, but before he could even start to wonder if it was normal for hookers to kiss their clients, Tony was already pressing his puckered lips against his.
Peter’s heart leaped into his throat and he eagerly opened his lips, allowing Tony to lick into his mouth. His legs almost gave in when the older man’s tongue started dancing around his own, making him taste the burning flavor the whiskey had left in Tony’s mouth. Peter had only kissed two guys before, and both of them had been lacking passion and experience. Tony, on the other end… Tony was kissing him dominantly and as though he was trying to devour him - claim him - exploring and tasting every inch of Peter’s mouth.
Completely lost in the moment, Peter moaned into the kiss, having forgotten everything - and everyone - around him. Only when he felt Bucky pressing against him from behind, successfully sandwiching the teen between the two tall, strong bodies, Peter remembered they were not alone.
Without warning, Tony pulled back, eliciting a frustrated groan from Peter’s throat. Seconds later, it was replaced by a needy gasp when Tony and Bucky started making out just over Peter’s right shoulder, pressing their bodies so firmly against him that he could feel their growing hardnesses rubbing against his back and front.
He was going to die.
Before Peter could try to figure out what he was supposed to do now, they stopped kissing. Two pairs of hands grabbed the hem of his shirt and undressed him roughly. Once he was shirtless, Bucky’s human fingers took a hold of his hair. He tilted Peter’s head back and leaned down, making it his turn to claim the teen’s swollen, puffy lips.
Bucky kissed him gently at first, and then more fiercely, sending wild tremors along Peter’s nerves. At the same time, Tony’s teeth grazed the sharpness of Peter’s jawline, his tongue licking its way down his sharp bone before nibbling at his exposed neck.
Finding it extremely hard to focus, Peter didn’t do anything apart from moaning and gasping into the kiss, the sensations evoked from him so overwhelming his brain seemed to stop functioning for a while.
Only from afar he could feel Bucky letting go of his hair to use both of his hands to grab Peter’s wrists and move them behind his back. After what felt like hours, Bucky broke the kiss. Gasping for air, Peter half-heartedly tried to yank free from Bucky’s vice-like grip, but found that the man was way too strong for him (which was hotter than it should probably be).
In the meantime, Tony had worked his way down to Peter’s nipples, using both his fingers and mouth to pinch, lick, suck and tease. The teen was so embarrassingly hard at this point that his boxers had to be soaked with precum, and it got even worse when Bucky continued his husband’s earlier attack on Peter’s exposed neck with his own teeth and lips.
Feeling completely useless, Peter just stood there with trembling legs, trapped between these two handsome, hot men, unable to do anything but whimper and moan as they littered his body with love bites.
Finally, Tony placed a hand on Peter’s cock, palming him through his jeans. Gasping, Peter bucked his hips forward, wanting to get touched so badly - yet Tony seemed to take it as a sign to draw back, causing the boy to whimper at the loss of touch.
“P-Please…” God, he was acting like a fucking virgin.
“Please, what?” Tony grabbed Peter’s chin, eyes sparkling with arousal.
They were looking for ‘submissive’, right? “Can you please touch me... sir? Please...”
Looking a bit surprised, Tony gaped at him for a few seconds, but then, his lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Such good manners… What do you say, babe?”
To his misfortune, Peter could feel Bucky silently shaking his head behind him. “James says no, kid, and I agree. We told you that you’ve gotta be convincing if you want to earn yourself a special reward. So far, you haven’t exactly been doing anything to please us, have you?”
“But-”
“But?” Tony’s grip tightened, and even though it hurt a bit, Peter was far from using any of his safewords. “Are you actually talking back to me, a paying client, mere seconds after I praised you for having good manners?”
Shit. “I’m sorry, sir, you’re right, of course. Please allow me to convince you that I’m worth your money.”
Smiling smugly, Tony exchanged another glance with Bucky. “All right, boy. Take off your pants and get down on your knees. Show my husband a good time.”
Although Peter was a little self-conscious about getting stark-naked in front of two fully dressed men, he quickly took off his clothes, socks and shoes, praying that he wouldn’t start blushing.
“Aw, look, he’s blushing.”
So much for that...
Grinning, Bucky sat down in one of the comfortable looking armchairs, lazily unbuckling his jeans. “No need to act so coy, pup. Turn around, slowly, and show us more of your delicate, perfect body, will you?”
Red like a tomato, Peter turned. He could feel their eyes taking in every little detail of his body, and when he faced them again, they shamelessly stared at his hard, leaking cock.
“God, you’re so fucking pretty.”
“And needy,” Tony added with a mean grin, still eyeing his dick. “Just a head’s up - if you ‘accidentally’ climax without our permission, you’ll deeply regret it.”
Hearing Tony’s threat of punishment, Peter couldn’t help shuddering. And yet, his dick decided to be a, well, dick, twitching excitedly at the mere thought, causing both husbands to raise their brows in amusement. Deeply embarrassed, Peter quickly dropped to his knees, determined to show Bucky a ‘good time’, just like Tony requested.
Thankful for the carpeted floor, Peter slowly crawled towards Bucky. Both men began rubbing their evident bulges at the sight, clearly eager to get started. Bucky spread his legs so that Peter was able to kneel between them, and without wasting any more time, the boy reached out to unzip Bucky’s fly, his fingers shaking from anticipation and excitement.