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Peter was nervous, he had been on plenty of dates before, but this was different. He was staring at himself in the mirror. The tan of his sweater with the pale blue squiggle through the chest contrasting with his white jeans.

He looked… decent. When he had asked if he should dress up Johnny had just said "Wear what you always do." and smiled at him. Which for Peter meant wear the best outfit he had possible in his limited closet.

To say he was speechless when Johnny had asked him out on a date was an understatement. Like a proper date, not just pizza or hotdogs on a rooftop, not coffee on the Statue of Liberty. But an honest to god date.

He had frozen for a minute then when he came back online he realized Johnny looked horrified, as if he hadn't meant to ask. Peter had gently taken his hand and looked him in the eyes and said he would love to.

That had made the other man calm down. The blinding smile he had on his face made Peter's heart do a flip.

So yeah, here he was dressed up as much as Peter Parker got, curls done in a simple fashion because he could never get them to lay right. If he put on cherry chap-stick who could blame him. He was prepared for anything.

Sighing and raking a hand through his hair he walks to the living room. MJ is sitting there flipping through a fashion magazine he had on his coffee table.

"Is this any better?" He asks.

Her eyes snap up and she hums and smiles in amusement.

Peter narrows his eyes at her, "What?" He asks suspiciously.

"The blue in your sweater matches Johnny's eyes." She says. Her smile growing.

He groans and runs a hand down his face. Peter turns to change again but she stops him.

"No keep that on, it's perfect Tiger." She purrs at him.

Peter's face flushes. Maybe there was some irony in your ex-girlfriend helping you pick out your outfit for a date, but MJ knew her shit.

"So, you ready for this?" She asks as she leans back further into the too expensive couch.

Which had been another change. After he started working for Tony Stark he had made enough money to move. Like to a penthouse, one that Tony helped personalize. Everything felt way too expensive and out of place. But it was home.

"God no, what if I embarrass myself?" He asks, hands fidgeting at his sides.

"Tiger, he's seen you plow face first into a build-board before. I think you'll be fine." She teases.

His phone beeps from its place on the coffee table. Peter walks over and picks it up. It's Johnny, he's downstairs.

"I trust you can let yourself out?" He asks already heading for the door. He grabs his wallet and keys.

"Yes. Now go get em." She says with a playful growl.

With that he's out the door.

When he makes it downstairs Johnny is parked next to the sidewalk leaning against a really expensive looking red car. It's sleek and shiny.

Peter whistles. "Nice ride." He says.

Johnny smiles.

"Only the best for you Pete." Johnny says, smile widening as he sees Peter blush.

Before he can reach for the door Johnny is opening it for him, stepping aside and waving a hand towards the seat.

"Such a gentleman." Peter teases.

Johnny gently shuts his door then sprints in front of the car to his side to get in.

The inside is just as nice. The seats are a soft pale tan leather, there's the faint scent of something tropical coming from somewhere, and there's a fancy radio system.

Johnny slides into the drivers seat. He turns the car on and soft music hits Peter's ears. It's some sort of smooth jazz. Which is weird for Johnny, or maybe it's not, Peter hasn't really been in a car with him like this in forever.

He looks over at the other man and studies his face in the passing street lights.

Johnny is wearing a pale blue button up that's basically not even buttoned, beige jeans, and there's a silver chain on his neck. Fuck me he looks good.

His hair is pushed back but looks soft like he forewent the hair gel. Peter is silently grateful because he hates the feel of hair gel through his fingers after it's dried, and he definitely wants to touch his hair at some point.

The lights cast long soft shadows over his face. His freckles barely visible in the low light, the slope of his nose a perfect contrast to the passing scenery. Something in Peter's chest flutters.

Johnny is drumming his fingers lightly on the steering wheel and Peter looks away. He looks down at his lap where his hands are folded together.

Absentmindedly he plays with a string fraying at the wrist of his sweater. He wishes he looked as good as Johnny. But he's just… well he's just Peter. Plain old Peter Parker, nothing special.

But Johnny? He's special, always has been, the way he can light up a room both literally and metaphorically. He had a confidence that Peter has always envied.

So to be asked on a date by him? Well Peter didn't understand it. By the end of the night he's certain Johnny would see the error of asking him on one. That he would realize he's miles out of Peter's league.

At least that's what Peter tells himself.

They make it to their destination. An arcade on the outskirts of town. Peter smiles at it, because knowing Johnny he knew Peter would be out of his element in some fancy ass restaurant.

He opens the door for Peter again, it makes him flush a bright red. They walk in side by side and Peter's fingers itch to grab his hand.

But he doesn't know what's okay and what's not, so his hands stay to himself.

Johnny leads him to the food area. He orders them two slices of Pepperoni pizza and two sodas. Peter finds them a seat among the chaos of teenagers on dates and families there with their children.

They look out of place, two late 20s men in the middle of it all. It makes him laugh at how ridiculous he feels.

He looks up when Johnny sits the food down.

"Thank you for this." He says softly.

Johnny blinks at him from across the table.

"No need to thank me yet, you could still end up hating it. Night is still young." Johnny jokes but his eyes say it's something he's actually considering as a possibility.

Peter wants to tell him he could never hate spending time with him, but that feels too honest and heavy, so instead he takes a bite of pizza.

"So, what do you want to play first?" Johnny asks.

He looks around them for a minute and his eyes land on skee-ball. His eyes must light up because Johnny follows his gaze.

"Of course." He says with a small smile.

They had been to an arcade once together as teenagers and Peter had been absolutely glued to the skee-ball machines all night. He had won enough tickets to cash in for a big prize.

Of course he had been dating Gwen at the time, had gotten her this giant stuffed bear with a ridiculous red bow around its neck.

Johnny had made fun of him for being a rom-com cliche. Peter had punched him in the shoulder for it. But looking back it really was ridiculous.

"Well then, skee-ball awaits us my dear." Johnny says taking their empty plates and drinks to the trash.

Peter's heart does something funny at the nickname. He's glad Johnny isn't looking at him because he feels his face flush.

When the other man gets back he grabs Peter's hand in his and drags him off the stool and into the arcade.

The machines around them all play various sounds and music as people play them. He can hear tickets printing out and people talking. But his focus is on where Johnny's hand has his as he pulls him along.

They stop in front of the skee-ball machines, a surprisingly empty corner, and Johnny holds out something to him as he drops his hand. It's a game card. An unlimited one at that. Those are almost as expensive as a fancy restaurant would be.

Peter takes it reluctantly, hoping he's conveying his displeasure with the amount of money spent with his eyes.

Johnny just smiles at him and swipes his own.

It becomes increasingly obvious about 7 games in that Johnny sucks at skee-ball. The man has only gotten like 6 tickets.

Peter is trying not to laugh, but it's very ridiculous. He's missing nearly every throw.

Finally on game 13 Peter takes pity on him.

"Here, let me help." Peter says on a laugh.

"I don't need your pity Parker." Johnny pouts, bottom lip sticking out. Cute.

Peter ignores him and walks up behind him. He puts a ball in Johnny's right hand, cups his hand with his own, and presses his body right up against Johnny's back.

He uses his knee to push the man's legs into a better stance. Peter hears Johnny's breath hitch and hears his heart beating fast in his chest. He smiles.

"You want to do it like this." He says softly against Johnny's ear.

Guiding Johnny's throw he brings his arm back and then swiftly forward and tells Johnny when to let go. The ball makes it into the 50 slot at the very top of the machine.

"See, you did it!" Peter says cheerfully and pulling back just as quick as he had appeared.

Johnny doesn't move, Peter is worried maybe he broke him.

"Uh Johnny?" He asks.

The other man turns around and he just stares at him for a moment. Then he smiles at him.

"Sorry just a little shocked." Johnny says with a flush on his cheeks.

Peter just smiles at him.

After that they play a few more games. Then they move on to other games. There's an axe throwing game that they are both a little too good at.

A basketball game that Peter sucks at but Johnny makes every throw. Then they play Dance Dance Revolution. That was a site to see.

They both were able to keep up with the hardest level both barely breaking a sweat. Peter's pretty sure someone recorded it, but he doesn't mind.

By the end of the night Peter has a mountain of tickets and Johnny has a few handfuls. Johnny whines the entire way to the ticket counter about how unfair it is.

They cash in their tickets. Johnny gets candy and a stupid clear bouncy ball with flames inside it. Its adorable of him really.

But Peter isn't eyeing anything for him. No he's looking with Johnny in mind. There's a smaller bear hanging up but it's equally as expensive as the big one, because it's dressed like Spider-Man.

Peter gets a devilish smile on his face. "That one." He tells the man while pointing directly at the bear.

Johnny isn't looking at him, he's leaned backwards against the ticket counter watching the people running around the arcade.

So when the man hands Peter the bear he hides it from view.

"Alright I have my prize." Peter says.

Johnny turns to face him. "What did you get?" He asks, eyes curious.

"Something for a special someone." He says teasing.

But Johnny's face falls momentarily and then he fixes it.

"Lemme see." The man says.

Peter smiles and takes the bear from behind his back and holds it out to Johnny. Johnny blinks once, then twice.

"Oh I'm sure MJ will love it, totally something she would like." Johnny says voice with a slightly bitter tone under the teasing.

Peter's brow furrows in confusion. "MJ?" He asks.

"Yeah, you said for a special someone. I just assumed…" Johnny trails off and looks away.

God Peter wants to smack him, or kiss him, or rip his hair out. Stupid fucking idiotic man I'm in love with. And isn't that a thought. Love. Is he in love with Johnny?Always have been.

"Johnny." Peter says commanding his attention.

He looks back and there's a soft hurt in his eyes.

"It's for you dumbass." He says.

Johnny's face cycles through several emotions at once, but lands on understanding.

"Oh." He says dumbly.

"Yeah, oh." Peter teases.

Johnny reaches out and takes the bear. He touches it gently and turns it around in his hands. His eyes are a little glassy and soft.

Definitely worth it.

"Thank you." Johnny says softly.

"Of course." Peter says smiling at him.

Johnny moves suddenly and before he can even process it his lips are on Peter's cheek. Peter flushes.

After that they grab an ice cream sundae to share.

When they get back to Peter's building he insists he comes up to see the apartment. Johnny hadn't been in since he moved and he wants to hear him complain about Peter's tastes.

It doesn't take much to get the man to agree. They get in the elevator and suddenly Peter is nervous.

He had been effectively wined and dined and now like the absolute slut he was he invited Johnny upstairs. But his motives were completely innocent.

Peter really did want Johnny's opinion. That was something he valued. The elevator dings and it opens up into the apartment.

He steps out first Johnny following quietly behind. Peter turns to face him and watches as his eyes filter over the whole place.

It's not as fancy as the Baxter Building, but its fancy enough for Peter to feel out of place.

There's a red and blue rug that Tony had insisted he needed because "You're Spider-Man Pete you need it!" He thought it was silly personally.

On it was a dark maple wood coffee table with a glass top, it had been worth what Peter's previous apartment's rent was. The couch was a deep earthy color that had been Peter's choice. It had matching chairs.

There's a wall of bookshelves that are overflowing with a mix of books and academic papers, both his and other's work. There's a flat screen TV mounted above a TV stand that was also overflowing with DVDs.

Then in the corner there is a record player with a shelf mounted above it that holds all his favorite records. He also has surround sound and a smart system AI that controls lights and music. He doesn't use it.

Johnny whistles.

"Nice. Definitely a step up from the old place." Johnny says, he sounds genuinely impressed.

"Yeah well, that's what working for Tony Stark entails apparently." He says.

"Wonder if Stark would let me be his sugar baby?" Johnny jokes.

"You could be my sugar baby." Peter quips.

Johnny looks at him a mix of amusement and something else. Peter laughs.

He toes his shoes off at the door and Johnny follows suit. The dark wood floors were too nice to ruin with shoes.

They go to the couch. Johnny settles in. They make small talk, it's similar to what they usually do. But Peter is gravitating towards Johnny like he's the sun.

They're closer now than when they had started. Peter nearly plastered to Johnny's side. Just a small space between them.

Johnny turns his head to say something else in response to a question but it dies on his tongue because suddenly Peter is kissing him.

He makes a surprised noise and Peter wants to hear it again. Peter scrambles to straddle him. Johnny huffs out a laugh.

"Someone's eager." Johnny says into the kiss. Peter just kisses him harder.

To say he hadn't been holding back all night would be a lie. Especially when they had been eating the ice cream and Johnny had been swirling his tongue around the spoon like he knew what he was doing.

This was uncharacteristic of Peter in all truthfulness. It had taken him months to even take MJ or Gwen to bed. But something about Johnny made him crazy and irrational.

The man turned him on in a way he couldn't explain. He had been wanting this for years.

A few strings of one night stands with men who suspiciously had blond hair and blue eyes, because at least he could pretend. Peter had lost the shame about that years ago.

He had a type, that type was Johnny. Always had been.

Peter pulls back with a gasp needing air. Johnny trails after him.

"Fuck." Peter whispers.

Experimentally he grinds his hips down into Johnny's. Johnny lets out a loud, low moan as Peter's ass rubs against his clothed dick.

"You're killing me here Pete." Johnny groans.

And Peter thinks that it would be tragic if Johnny died before he gets to fuck him.

Peter grinds down again and lets out a filthy moan. Johnny grinds back and it shifts Peter in his lap and their dicks slide against each other through too many layers of fabric.

His mouth goes dry and he suddenly needs something in it. Peter slinks off his lap and drops to his knees and knocks his legs open.

Hands fumble for Johnny's belt, shaking like this isn't the hundredth blow job he would have ever given. But this is Johnny… and Johnny was special.

Johnny moans at the sound of his belt opening. Wanting to put on a show Peter leans forward and uses his teeth to pull down his zipper.

He pulls Johnny's pants and boxers down to his ankles in one swift motion when the other lifts his hips.

When Johnny is free Peter stares at him. He's not huge, a little above average, but he's got enough girth and length that Peter worries. He's definitely bigger than any of his past partners.

Peter swallows his fear and leans forward. He licks a stripe up the underside along the vein running there and Johnny shivers.

He takes him in his hand and sucks the tip into his mouth. Johnny moans, it's a pretty sound. So Peter swirls his tongue around it then bobs his head down half of the length before going back up.

"Fuck, Pete." Johnny says hand flying to grip Peter's curls. Peter hums.

He continues this method for a moment. Bobbing his head down then up to swirl his tongue. But then he gets a crazy wonderful idea.

On the next slide down instead of stopping halfway he goes all the way down. His nose hits soft trimmed blond hair and the tip of Johnny's cock hits the back of his throat.

The weird thing Peter had learned over the years is he doesn't have a gag reflex.

Above him Johnny swears. Hand gripping tight.

Peter stays there for a minute just enjoying the feeling and weight against his tongue and the stretch of his mouth just the right side of painful.

He breathes in through his nose, smells Johnny, he smells like ash and smoke, its intoxicating. Peter lets his eyes flutter shut.

He's pretty sure he's floating off for a minute when Johnny starts speaking.

"Peter? You okay?" Johnny asks softly.

Blinking his eyes open Peter pulls off with a obscene pop, a string of saliva connecting them. His eyes are unfocused a little bit.

"Sorry." He whispers voice horse.

"What for?" Johnny asks leaning forward to haul Peter into his lap.

"Not usually so… Floaty." He explains embarrassed.

Johnny has his arms around Peter's waist and is rubbing soothing circles into his lower back. He seems concerned.

"Let's move this to the bedroom Darling." Johnny says. He kicks his pants off his ankles.

Peter stands up and takes Johnny's hand and leads him there.

The bedroom isn't much different except it's way more personal. There's s desk against one wall with different web shooter parts and scientific papers scattered on it. A few pictures he had printed out and framed.

The bed itself is massive, he always felt like it was too big, too lonely. He pushes Johnny back onto it and takes his own clothes off.

Peter kneels on the bed and attempts to take Johnny's socks off in a sexy manner. Which causes Johnny to laugh. It's pretty and airy.

Johnny unbuttons the last few buttons on his shirt and shrugs it off to toss it aside.

Peter looks at him, spread out beneath him, so willing and pretty. His abs are on full display so Peter trails a hand down them.

He moves to straddle him. Johnny grips his hips and it makes hims slide forward, their cocks slide against each other and Peter practically purrs above him.

"Lube?" Johnny asks.

"Oh, I'll get it." Peter says and reaches for his nightstand drawer and fumbles around for the bottle.

He passes it to Johnny who takes it with a smirk.

Peter watches as he puts some in his hand and reaches down between them. Johnny takes both of them in his hand at once and Peter nearly loses his mind at the sight.

When Johnny begins stroking them Peter loses the ability to think, his mind screaming a chorus of Johnny Johnny Johnny.

"Fuck look at you. Just a mess." Johnny teases lightly.

"S' Good." Peter slurs out.

He feels that tight coil in his belly and suddenly he panics. He doesn't want to come yet. Peter wants to… he wants.

"S-stop. Wanna… want you inside me." He moans.

Johnny stops. Actually he stops breathing Peter is pretty sure. Then before he can ask if he's okay Johnny is nodding fiercely.

"Yup, okay, yup definitely can do that sunshine." Johnny says as he quickly flips then over so Peter is under him.

Johnny leans back on his heels and stares at Peter like he was the moon and stars.

"Johnny hurry." He whines.

The man nods again and reaches for the lube. He watches him wipe off the old on the sheets then squeeze new onto his fingers. He warms it up some first.

When a finger bumps against his rim Peter tenses momentarily. He hopes Johnny doesn't notice. But the other man stops. Peter whines.

"You sure about this Pete? I can bottom I don't mind." Johnny says softly.

"No I want it I just-" He breaks off embarrassed.

"Come on talk to me." Johnny says using his unlubed hand to pull Peter's left leg onto his shoulder and kisses his knee.

"I haven't bottomed in awhile." He admits. His face flushed.

Johnny nods in understanding.

"I'll go slow then. Let me take care of you sunshine." Johnny kisses his knee a second time and Peter melts.

A finger presses at his rim again and he fights the urge to tense back up again. Johnny presses just the tip in and Peter wiggles a bit.

He had forgotten how weird this was at first. It had been a few years since he had done this. The last time had been when MJ had pegged him. But he never felt comfortable doing it with someone he didn't trust.

This is Johnny though, and he wants it with Johnny. Wants everything with Johnny. He wants to kiss him, hold him, wake up next to him, and go to sleep curled safely in his arms.

I want him any way he'll have me. Peter thinks as Johnny fully presses into him. He moans softly.

Johnny fucks his finger in and out at a gentle pace. Taking complete care not to hurt Peter. It makes something in Peter's chest tight. He hopes Johnny knows how much he trusts him.

When Johnny adds a second finger he scissors them a little to stretch Peter more affectively. On a particular thrust in he crooks them and hits that special spot causing Peter to yell out.

"Fuh- Fuuuck R-Right there Johnny." He whines out wiggling down against him.

Johnny laughs and presses a kiss to his leg again. Peter finds the care endearing. He keeps rubbing that spot for a minute until Peter is like jello beneath him.

"Come on Johnny, want you in me." He begs.

"Not yet sunshine." Johnny says with no room to argue.

He presses a third finger in and Peter thinks he is going to cry if he doesn't hurry up.

After a minute of torture Johnny pulls his finger free and smirks at the whine Peter lets out. He squeezes more lube into his hand and pumps his cock twice.

Johnny lines up and slides in just a little. Peter moans loud and long. His brow pinches up and he squeezes around the intrusion.

The man above him curses. "Shit, baby you gotta loosen up." Johnny instructs.

He wipes his hand on the sheets again and then uses said hand to rub up Peter's chest. Peter bucks his hips involuntarily when his thumb passes across his nipple. It causes Johnny to slide in another inch or two and Peter shouts.

Peter goes boneless in seconds with a few flicks of his nipples and then Johnny slides in the rest of the way effortlessly.

Johnny bottoms out and Peter can't think. He's so full, so deliciously full, and Johnny is touching him. The man hooks Peter right leg around his waist and moves the left one to that position too.

The small movement makes him move inside Peter and he whines. Johnny stills and gives Peter time to adjust.

"Move please." He says.

"I'm not sure if-"

"If you don't fucking move I will kill you." Peter growls.

Johnny laughs startled and does as told. He pulls out just a little only to thrust right back in. Peter practically purrs.

He sets a pace, slow in and out shallow thrusts just getting Peter used to it. Peter thinks this is what dying feels like. He's died and gone to heaven, that's the only explanation for how good this feels.

It's different than with MJ's strap. For one Johnny is bigger. For two Johnny is warm and real, and Peter wants to soak in his warmth.

He thinks maybe it was different too because he was head over heels for Johnny. Not that he hadn't loved MJ, it's just… it had been different. He had been so broken when they were dating.

MJ had felt more like she had to put him back together and that he wasn't doing it in return. That had been their ultimate downfall, Peter not knowing how to love her fully.

They had talked about it once after they became friends. MJ had gotten him to admit he had feelings for someone else. He had been so embarrassed telling her.

But Johnny Storm had wiggled his way into Peter's heart very early on. Taken over like some sort of fungus. A fucking parasite is more like it. He thinks.

So he had loved MJ yes, he had, but his full heart hadn't been hers, not really.

On a particularly hard thrust Johnny hits his prostate and Peter sees stars. Johnny is still setting the same slow pace.

Peter looks at him. There's s faint glow coming from the man's skin like his powers are trying to bubble out. His hair is sticking to his forehead and Peter thinks maybe he's an angel.

"Kiss me." Peter demands more than asks.

Johnny does. Leans down and presses his lips softly to Peter's. The kiss is lazy and soft and it's perfect. It's everything Peter could ever ask for.

And that softness is what gets Peter as Johnny hits that spot again. He unravels and cum shoots between them and he sobs more than moans.

Johnny is kissing him through it, still chasing his own end. Peter is so far gone he doesn't register Johnny pulling out and finishing on his stomach.

When Peter's breathing evens out and his vision returns to normal he finds that Johnny is staring down at him. His eyes are full of an emotion Peter can't place right now.

"God you look so good right now." Johnny says.

Peter blinks up at him too thoroughly fucked out to respond properly. Johnny gets up and disappears into the bathroom.

When he comes back he has a wet washcloth in his hands, it's warm when it presses against his belly. He wipes the cum off of Peter gently. Then tosses the rag to the floor with a wet slap that makes Peter giggle.

He thinks Johnny is done but then he's ripping the comforter out from under Peter. Johnny wads it up and throws it to the floor too. Right, the lube.

Johnny climbs up the bed and lays on his side and pulls Peter backwards into his chest to be the little spoon. Peter still feels like he is floating a little.

He feels tingly all over and his heart feels light. Johnny presses a kiss to the nape of his neck. Peter thinks he could get used to this. That he wants to get used to it.

Having Johnny in his bed is like every one of his teenage dreams coming true. He had hated Johnny at first when they met as teens. A bout of jealousy and confused feelings.

Feelings that he would later identify in their senior year as lust. When he had dated Gwen she had been how he put two and two together. Because he was young and horny and in love with her and those feelings he got with her were the same feelings he got when he was with Johnny.

So he had been stupidly gone for Johnny most of their relationship. He wonders if the other man knows this. Wonders if Johnny feels the same.

Clearly the man had some sort of feelings or else he wouldn't have asked him out. So Peter isn't currently freaking out about the prospect of Johnny just fucking him and leaving. He knows the other man better than that.

"I can hear you thinking sunshine." Johnny says against his shoulder. "Penny for your thoughts?"

Peter hums debating whether or not to be honest. He could say it. It would be easy as breathing because that's what loving Johnny felt like. It felt like coming home.

"Just thinking about how long I've wanted this." Peter admits quietly.

Johnny's breath hitches and he feels his eyelashes flutter against his shoulder.

"Me too." Johnny whispers.

That had been all Peter wanted to hear. The only thing he needed to hear. It didn't matter how long those words meant, how long Johnny had wanted him back, it just mattered that Johnny felt the same.

Maybe one day he would tell him that he loved him. Say the words into the open air or into a kiss. But for right now he would keep them to himself. Because Johnny felt something for him and had for awhile now. So be was content to just be.

He was going to say something else, be all mushy and soft, but Johnny snores softly behind him and Peter chuckles.

Peter closes his eyes and falls asleep too. Warm and safe.