Friendly Neighborhood Birthday Man

Sick Little Spider

Peter was still diapered as he cuddled Tony, arms and legs wrapped around him. Tony woke up to Peter rustling and rubbing his legs to create more heat, though the younger man felt fiery hot.

Oh no.

Tony thought.

With no robotic arm to hand them a blanket, Tony had to pry himself free from Peter's grasp to get the extra hotel comforter.
When he returned, Peter was holding his forehead with both hands and groaning in pain.

"I think you might be sick, Baby." Tony placed the extra blanket over his fiancé and then climbed back into bed to hold him close. One arm wrapped around Peter's waist.

"Careful!" he winced. "Sorry, I'm just really nauseous, and my stomach hurts." Peter moved his hands from his head to his stomach, then tossed and turned. "Everything hurts!"

"W-what should I do?" Tony was scared.

Anything strong enough to make the super-human sick must have been pretty serious business!

"My spider-healing will fix it in a few hours." Peter's face was grimacing.

"Should I take you back home?"

"No!" The thought of the jet ride made his stomach turn. "I just need some soup? And maybe something hot to drink."

"I can do that! Maybe we're in the perfect place. I'll get my baby all the tea he can drink and some medicine."

"I want to, Tony, but I'm so nauseous."

"There's another way." Tony felt Peter's diaper, "Baby! You're full. Let Daddy change you?"

Peter groaned and clutched the blankets.

"I don't want to be undressed. I'm too cold already!"

Tony just kissed his fiery forehead.

"I know, Sweetheart, but if you leak and wet up your jammies, you'll be even colder." Tony turned the heat on.

"Too late," Peter admitted with shame. "I'm so sorry. It hurts too much to get up!"

"It's okay, Love. Give Daddy just a second."

Tony called room service from the other room to spare Peter's feelings.

He returned to find Peter crying and sniffling.

Peter reluctantly pushed down the blankets, exposing just how wet he was, a large wet spot on the sheets surrounding his hips.

He started to shiver.

"I know! How about a hot bath." Tony hoped his chipper attitude would make Peter happy.

It did.

He smiled as Tony hoisted him onto his hip.

"Wait! I'll get you wet too!"

"Don't even worry." Tony kissed Peter with a reassuring kiss.

He sat Peter on the toilet and started the bathwater, the sound of the rushing faucet made him have to go.

He stripped the wet bedding and put Pete's pajamas into a wash request bag.

Just in time, the tub was full of steamy hot water.

Tony lowered Peter in and took his place behind him as he proceeded to massage his back with the soap. Peter sighed in relief, loving the touches and the warmth.

Even sick, Peter looked so handsome in the water as he relaxed against Tony's chest with his eyes closed.

"Better?" Tony asked as he cupped Peter's cheek and leaned in for a kiss.

"Don't! I don't want to get you sick too."

"Honey, if I'm not already sick and the great Spider-Man is, then I must be immune. Maybe it's a special spider virus."

"Well, I hate whatever it is." Peter pouted. He let Tony kiss his perfect pouty lips.

The water was getting cool. Tony wrapped Peter up in the fluffiest towel to dry him off before the water beads became ice.

He wrapped Peter up tight in a puffy overnight diaper that pushed his legs slightly apart with the bulk. Then it was time for his warm purple Incredible Hulk jammies and snuggles from the Iron Bear.

A knock alerted them that room service had arrived.

"Wait here, Baby." Tony kissed Peter and pushed his favorite pacifier into his lips.

Peter could overhear everything.

Tony thanked the staff member and lied that he had spilled a kettle of tea.

"Oh, it's no problem at all, Mr. Stark! We are just so delighted to have you staying with us! Please don't hesitate if you need anything at all!"

After she left, Tony returned with the medicine in his hands.

"My tummy still kinda hurts," Peter admitted.

"I know, Honey. This is the other kind of medicine." Once Tony unwrapped the suppository from its foil, Pete knew what he'd meant.

Tony unzipped Peter's jammies and hiked up the diaper entering from the leg hole.

"This will help with the aches and the fever. Deep breath for Daddy."

Peter obeyed as the medicine was eased into his bottom.

"Are you okay?" Tony fretted as he carried his baby back to bed and cover him with several blankets.

"I'm okay." Peter smiled. Tony snapped his favorite bib that read, "Daddy's Baby," and sat next to him to feed him his soup and baby bottle full of hot tea.

Peter mmm'd and suckled down the warm tea in earnest. He gulped the soup that he splashed a little on his cheeks. Tony cleaned him with the bib.

"Good boy! You need your liquids, and don't worry about wetting, okay?" Tony cooed. "I love you."

"Thank you so much. I love you too."

Peter and Tony kissed goodnight. He already felt much, much better.