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Peter was staring at his phone as though it was a ticking time bomb. This was so ridiculous.
Frustrated, he deleted all eighteen lines of text he’d almost sent to Tony and James Stark-Barnes, throwing him right back to the start for the perceived five thousandth time. There’s no need to tell them his life story. They fucked. Once. And they hadn’t spoken to each other after that, with the exception of that one single text the couple had sent him in the morning asking if he was okay, to which Peter’s anxious ass had replied with a cringeworthy ‘yesss 👍🏻’.
That was three weeks ago and, since then, not a day had passed that didn’t leave Peter thinking back to how they’d torn him apart, drooling at the sheer memory of their cocks filling him from both ends hands on his body.
Now, a week before Christmas, Peter was feeling so embarrassingly horny lonely, that he’d decided to jump over his shadow and finally, eventually, at long last, text them. But what was he supposed to write? He wanted to get them to fuck him again, not bore them to death. There’s no need to send them an essay about why he was texting them. But what was the suitable, short alternative? Something like ‘Hey, I’m horny, want to fuck’?
Just the mere prospect of sending a text like that to anyone, let alone to two married millionaires quite a bit older than him, was enough to make him break into a cold sweat. Peter wasn’t made for stuff like this.
Writing a ten page essay on Glycolysis and Monosaccharide Metabolism? No big deal.
Asking two hot dudes for a fuck date? He’d rather bathe in cow dung and move to Yakutsk.
Since he neither had a bathtub, nor enough money to buy a plane ticket to Yakutsk, Peter ended up googling. The first result - an article on cosmopolitan.com - already looked promising. “How Do I Ask Someone Over For Sex Without Seeming Too Thirsty?” Peter started reading greedily but his excitement quickly ebbed away. Asking them to come over would be A) impossible (he slept on a sofa bed, for fuck's sake) and B) too straight forward. Texting them ‘u still up?’ would be too spontaneous - Peter knew that at least Tony was a busy man, and he’d never dare to meet them without prepping properly beforehand. That left him with the last option - sending a simple ‘heyyy’ - which Peter felt was too informal and too random to send to two guys he’d only seen once.
But maybe he was overthinking. Maybe he should just… get it over with. What’s the worst that could happen? They could... refuse, which would quite possibly make him die of shame. However, given that the fucking heater in his shoebox of an apartment was broken (in December... in New York) and his landlord refused to get it fixed unless Peter paid for it in advance, he’d probably soon freeze to death anyways.
(Apart from his dignity), Peter didn’t really have anything to lose, right?
Once again, Peter grabbed his phone and started to type. ‘Hey. You said I should text you if I wanted to set another date, so. Yeah. Want to set a date?’ Nodding happily, Peter looked it over one more time. Plain and simple. That really wasn’t so hard, was it? Yet, when Peter’s thumb moved over to the ‘send’ button, it stopped in mid-air, hovering over the small grey arrow, refusing to hit it. What if they really, actually said ‘No’?
With an exasperated groan Peter let himself fall back on his couch-slash-bed-slash-workplace, burying his face in his hands. Why did he have to be such an anxious, unconfident mess? Why couldn't he just be… normal? It’s not like he had social anxiety (he totally did), he was just… immensely afraid of rejection.
Peter wished he could call MJ or Ned about it, but neither of them knew that he had slept with two rich guys for sex. Although they might be understanding (he had really needed money to pay his rent and to lend May the three-hundred bucks she needed to get her car fixed), Peter wasn’t ready to tell them. Not yet.
So, the only person he could ask for help was Harry, who’d suggested the idea in the first place, but Peter was very reluctant to do so... Even though Harry knew he was awkward, he didn’t know just how awkward Peter actually was. He didn’t want to chase away the only friend he had at ESU.
Before Peter had come to a decision, his phone buzzed. Sighing, Peter sat up, fumbling around the couch for the device. When he glanced at the screen to see who was calling him, his blood ran cold.
It was Tony.
Oh god. Why would Tony call him, especially now, of all times? Did he accidentally send the text?
Panicking, Peter held the phone away from him at arm’s length, as though he expected it to explode any second, tempted to fling it out the window. Unfortunately, he couldn’t afford to buy a new phone, so maybe he should just-
Oh god it didn't stop ringing.
Mustering all his courage, Peter took a deep breath and swiped his shaking thumb over the screen to answer the call. “H-Hi Mister- I mean, Tony.”
“Hey, kid.” It really was Tony, sounding casual and somewhat amused. “Just checking in real quick, are you okay?”
“Hi. Um. Y-Yeah, sure. Of course.” Peter let out a fake, nervous laugh. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because James and I were starting to run bets. Is your phone broken or are you using our chat to write a dissertation?”
Beads of sweat started to build on Peter’s forehead. “W-Why would I… What do you mean?
Tony chuckled. “Not many people have this number, so... let’s just say your chat was still on the first page of my message inbox.”
Peter drew the air in sharply. Fuck. He forgot that the messaging app showed it when someone was typing, even outside of the chat itself. Which meant they probably knew that he spent the last few days hours typing, and typing, and typing, without ever sending anything.
Yakutsk it is, then. Now that Peter was used to freezing everyday, maybe it wouldn’t be so-
“Peter?”
Shit. “Um....” But there was nothing Peter could think of saying that would make this any less awkward. “Bye.”
Peter moved the phone away from his ear, but before he could end the call, Tony said, “Do you happen to have time tomorrow?”
Wait… what? Flabbergasted, Peter moved the phone back to his ear. “T-Tomorrow?”
“Or some other day next week,” Tony said invitingly. “James and I would love to see you again and since you... didn’t seem to have made up your mind yet, we decided to reach out instead. Interested?”
That was a very generous way to describe his utter failure of sending them a text message. Peter felt a tingling feeling in his stomach, spreading through his fingertips and toes. They want to see him again. Profoundly relieved, he nodded eagerly.
“... Peter?”
Oh. “I’m nodding.”
Tony laughed. “Awesome. Tomorrow, ten pm? Want to come over or would you prefer a hotel?”
“No, I'd love to come over,” Peter quickly said; he couldn't afford a hotel room and he didn't want them to have to spend money on (for?) him again either. For some reason, he trusted them enough to visit them at home.
"Perfect," Tony cheered. "I'll send you the address."
Peter smiled weakly; thanks to some shitty ' The Home of New York’s Richest' articles it had taken him less than ten seconds to find Tony's and Bucky's very unsecretive address on Google. They lived in a fucking penthouse on the so-called Billionaires' Row. Not that he would tell Tony that he’d stalked them online, though.
"Great. Thanks and… see you tomorrow."
"Bye, kid."
Only once Peter had hung up, reality - and panic - began to sink in. In not even thirty hours, he would see them again - dear god.
He needed to prep.
December 18th was a Friday, so Peter’s last class ended at one pm. That left him with nine hours to shower, shave and prep. Since Peter still remembered a few of those things that Bucky and Tony had on their kink list, he’d spent yesterday evening watching porn to make up his mind if there was anything else from that list he could imagine doing with them.
There was one thing in particular that excited him, but… it was a little extreme. However, judging by the porn he’d seen it was not a physical impossibility.
To be on the safe side, Peter went to the sex shop right after class to buy some toys that would help him prep for it in case he’d be brave enough to suggest it they’d be up for it. Normally, Peter was the type of person who exclusively bought sex stuff online, but there was no time for that.
Face burning, he fetched what he wanted and approached the counter. To Peter’s misfortune, the girl working there didn’t believe he was eighteen already. The extremely embarrassing discussion that followed took away some of his precious time, but eventually, he managed to convince her that his ID was, in fact, very real.
A few hours later, Peter entered a luxurious, forty-eight-storied apartment complex just South of Central Park. Fortunately, the security guy and the concierge seemed to know he’d be coming, so Peter had no trouble getting into the building.
When he exited the elevator on the last floor, he saw that Tony and Bucky were waiting for him already, standing in the doorway with a seductive grin. “Hey, pup.”
Peter had to force his trembling legs to move. “Hi.” Heat flashed up to the nape of his neck and his cock gave an excited twitch when he approached them. “Thanks for the invitation.”
“Thank you for coming,” Bucky said, stepping aside to let him in.
Biting down the urge to retort with a snide remark, Peter stepped into the penthouse, gasping when he saw how beautiful this place was.
From what Peter could see, the living area, dining room and kitchen were one enormous room, the only source of light being an electric fireplace, some candles on the dining table, and an LED chain of lights wrapped around a gigantic, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. On the right, there was a corridor with some doors, but the entire left side of the penthouse was a window façade, enabling a breathtaking view of some of the other skyscrapers and the ever-busy streets of Midtown Manhattan.
Peter would never begrudge anyone of anything, but for a few seconds he was so overwhelmed this was an actual home to someone that he could feel tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
Startled, Peter turned around, looking at Bucky’s concerned face. “Y-Yeah, sorry, I just… n-nice, um, apartment,” he stumbled through his sentence, thankful for the indirect, romantic lighting when his cheeks grew even hotter.
“Thanks,” Tony smiled, asking him to take off his shoes and jacket and join them on the couch opposite of the fireplace. “Want some Coke?”
Peter looked at him skeptically. “You mean… soda, right?”
Cackling, Tony moved over to the kitchen. “Of course. Although, now that you mention it, I’m sure we have-”
“No, Tony,” Bucky snorted, rolling his eyes at Peter as he sat down on his left. “No alcohol, no drugs. He’s eighteen.”
Tony returned with a tray, balancing two glasses of wine and one can of Coke. “I was just kidding. Jeez.” After he’d handed everyone their drinks, he sat down on Peter’s right, holding up his glass. “Cheers.”
Each of them stayed quiet for a few moments, taking sips. Then, Bucky grinned at Peter. “So, what was up with all that typing? Were you not sure if you wanted to meet again?”
“I… was, but I didn’t really know what to write,” Peter mumbled, staring at the can in his hand. “Sorry, I'm just... really awkward."
"Correct first letter, wrong word,” Tony rectified, “You’re not awkward; you're adorable."
Peter could feel himself blushing once again. "Thanks, but… I'm serious. I have problems talking to people. That includes texting sometimes."
"So you have social anxiety?" Bucky asked, brows furrowed in concern.
Yes. "No. I just… don't like people."
The two husbands exchanged a somewhat amused glance. "You're lucky then, because we don't like people either,” Tony said, clinking his glass against Peter’s Coke a second time.
Bucky rolled his eyes again before flashing Peter a kind smile. "We already had a feeling you were shy, but after what happened last time... I mean, you took the both of us like a champ. On your first job, no less. That requires a lot of confidence."
Suddenly, Peter felt a few inches taller; Bucky had a point, right?
“To be honest... I still don’t know what came over me,” Peter admitted, glad to find that he was more comfortable already. There was just something about them that made him feel less anxious than he usually was (which is saying a lot, considering they’d already seen him naked).
Chuckling, he added, “I was scared shitless when I was standing outside that hotel room, but… As soon as I saw you, I just wanted to, um, g-get railed by you. If I had- I mean, I almost offered to pay you because I wanted you so badly.”
Tony and Bucky laughed. “That’s very flattering from someone as pretty and cute as you,” Bucky said.
With a smile, he took the can out of Peter’s hand and put it on the coffee table. Then, his human hand cupped Peter's left cheek, head moving forward as he pressed his puckered lips firmly against Peter’s.
Peter couldn’t help being a little conflicted. He was desperate for them to touch him, but talking had been… nice too. For a few moments, he had almost forgotten he was just here for a fuck date.
However, once Bucky’s tongue slipped between Peter’s slightly parted lips, everything else was wiped from his mind; gasping, he eagerly opened his mouth, allowing Bucky to push his tongue further, deeper-
Peter jumped when he felt something wet licking over his right ear; it wasn’t unpleasant, but it tickled. What could only be Tony’s hand took a firm hold on his chin, literally pulling him away from Bucky’s hungry mouth. Seconds later, Bucky’s lips were replaced by Tony’s, capturing him in a possessive, almost bruising kiss.
Tony’s left arm squeezed between the cushion and Peter’s back, wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. A few seconds later, Peter found himself straddling Tony’s lap, shivering when Tony’s noticeable bulge brushed against his own clothed erection.
When Tony lifted a hand to run his fingers through Peter’s hair, the boy mewled, instinctively rubbing their trapped cocks together. Groaning, Tony broke the kiss. “Fuck… James, how about you help our young guest out of his hoodie?”
“Sure thing. Arms up, doll.”
Peter eagerly obeyed; he felt uncomfortably warm, and not just because he wore a t-shirt and a sweater underneath his hoodie. A phenomenon that Bucky didn’t leave uncommented.
“Jeez, how much are you wearing?” he snorted as he struggled to peel Peter out of his numerous layers of clothing, rumpling up his hair in the process.
“Maybe he didn’t think we’d manage to get him all heated up,” Tony teased, grabbing Peter’s neck to pull him down for another kiss.
Without thinking, Peter mumbled into Tony’s mouth, “My heater’s broken”, only to let out a sound of protest when Tony pulled away, eyes widened in alarm.
“What do you mean, your heater is broken? When will you get it fixed? Do you live in a rented accomodation? Have you told your concierge or landlord yet?”
A concierge? In a building full of druggies, alcoholics and ex cons? Yeah, right.
Even Peter’s ears started blushing. “It’s no big deal; it’ll be fixed, um, tomorrow.” Or never.
Narrowing his eyes to suspicious slits, Tony exchanged a quick glance with his husband. “Well, you’re gonna sleep here tonight. No buts,” he added when Peter opened his mouth to protest, “it's settled.”
“Besides, it’s not like you’ll still be able to walk anymore once we’re done with you,” Bucky teased, his predatory voice thick with arousal.
It sent a thrill of pleasure through Peter’s body, making him feel goosebumps prickling up his arms and down to his toes. His cock twitched, fighting to get out of its uncomfortably tight prison, so Peter snapped his hips forward, rutting against Tony once again. His quiet moan turned into a yelp when Bucky suddenly latched onto the right side of neck from behind, sinking his teeth into his skin.
He started sucking at the same time that Tony leaned forward with a smirk, mirroring Bucky’s motion on the left side of Peter’s neck. Unable to do anything other than hold still and wait until they were done, Peter sat there with his trapped, leaking cock, trembling and moaning quietly, digging his fingers into Tony’s shirt.
To his dis pleasure, they didn’t seem to be in the mood to stop anytime soon. After sucking on Peter’s neck for almost a minute, they assaulted his collarbones and shoulders next. Eventually, Tony opened Peter’s fly, brushing over the wet stains of precum his cock had left on the fabric.
Peter jerked and whimpered at the motion, even more so when Tony started palming him through his boxers. Simultaneously, Bucky’s metal hand slipped underneath Peter’s pants and boxers, squeezing his buttocks.
At this point, Peter was so incredibly turned on that he felt as though he couldn’t take it anymore. “P-Please,” he gasped, sharply sharply inhaling when two different hands moved to his nipples, rubbing over the sensitive knob with their fingertips.
“Please what?” Tony asked, finally (?) moving his mouth away from Peter’s skin. “What do you want, sweetheart?”
“Tell us, or we’re going to keep doing this for another hour,” Bucky added, giving Peter’s nipple a rough squeeze.
Peter whimpered, heat flashing up to the nape of his neck. Those assholes. “I want… please, sirs, I want you to fuck me.”
Tony raised his brows in surprise, mouth dropping open. Behind him, Bucky chuckled. “Holy shit... Guess we can’t decline such a needy request, right, babe?”
After recovering from his surprise, Tony’s lips curled into a pleased smirk. “Oh no, we can’t.”
Peter’s brows furrowed when Bucky stepped back from him and Tony wrapped his arms firmly around his waist. Then, without warning, Tony stood up, lifting Peter as though he weighed nothing. Yelping, Peter hooked his legs around Tony’s waist, his hands clutching at the man's neck for support.
Tony carried him into the corridor and through the second door on the right, into what Peter assumed must be the master bedroom. When the dim lights flickered on, Peter only managed to get a short glimpse of the enormous bed sitting directly opposite the window façade (is that big dark square Central Park?) before Tony flung him onto the mattress.
Seconds later, both men were towering over him, kissing and licking every inch of his skin they could reach. Peter didn’t even know which of the men it was who finally freed him from his pants, but when they leaned away to take off their own clothes, he found himself stark naked.
Swallowing thickly, Peter propped himself up on his elbows to watch them undress, shaking with excitement. Once they were done, they lay down on either side of him, eyes wandering over his body hungrily.
“Same safewords as last time?” Tony asked, reaching out to draw circles on Peter’s stomach. “Just in case we get… carried away?”
To his own surprise, Peter said, “I hope you will,” blushing a bit as he smiled sheepishly. “I mean, yes. Red, orange, green.”
Bucky grinned. “Anything particular you have in mind or do you want us to surprise you?”
As tempting as it sounded, Peter was a little too anxious for that. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Actually, I do have something in mind. Um. I know it was on your list, so if you- if you’re up for it then- But we don’t have to, it’s really not-”
Almost simultaneously, they each grabbed one of his hands, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Just tell us, doll.”
When Peter still hesitated, Tony kissed his fingertips before adding, “Would you feel better if we showed you the list and you pointed at it?”
“It’s fine,” Peter said, sounding braver than he felt. “I… I kinda want to try and… take the both of you. At the, um… at the same time.” His face fell when they exchanged a frown. “B-But again, we don’t have to, not at all, I just-”
“No, please,” Tony cut him off, “I can’t even tell you how long we’ve been dreaming of doing this with someone, but...”
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Bucky concluded. “Besides, it would require a lot of prep, and-”
“I, um… I already prepped,” Peter admitted, blushing terribly. “Trust me, I spent a lot of time today thoroughly stretching myself before this. I even… bought rather big, um, e-equipment to help me with it. So, if you’re up for it, I’d love to try. We could always stop if it hurt me too much, right?”
Tony and Bucky exchanged another glance; they looked as though a dream was coming true. They seemed to understand each other without speaking, because suddenly, both of their expressions sharpened a bit, their lips curling into smirks.
“Are you saying you were playing with your pretty little hole all day because you can’t wait to get used by us?” Tony growled, hand reaching down to softly brush against Peter’s throbbing erection.
Moaning, Peter snapped his hips up, desperate to get touched, but to his utter disappointment, Tony immediately pulled his hand away.
On his left side, Bucky groaned into his ear. “Are you so desperate to serve as a cum dump for older men, pup?”
It was almost as if a switch had turned on in Peter’s head. “Y-Yes, sir, I… I am,” he panted, “please, I- I want you to… t-tear me apart.”
Tony hummed. “Oh, we will. But first, I want you to put that sweet mouth of yours to good use. Get on your hands and knees.”