Spiderman Homecoming Fanfic (RE-UPLOAD)

Denial

Suddenly, the lad was pulled into a firm hug by the strong arms, warmth heat, heavenly scent, and "Thought I'd find you here" soothing tone. If it weren't because of the aches all over his body and throbbing pain from his wounds then Peter wouldn't believe that this is real.

He remains still, eyes teary and hands by his side "I went to your house to meet you but you weren't there, glad I came here" They are so close to each other that Peter can feel the vibration from the older's chest when he spoke and the warmth of his reactor.

The lad lifts his trembling hands and before he had the time to think, he pushed Tony away, making the man stumbled 3 steps back. Peter's breathing becomes shallow as he eyes the guy "What..? W-why are you..why are you here?"  Peter managed to breathed out the words from his quivering lips, loud enough for the man to hear.

Tony didn't expect the lad to react this way, it left him speechless "Y-you shouldn't-" Peter chokes on his tears, only now realizing the wetness falling down his cheeks "Not when- not when I'm trying my best to forget about you" his voice cracks.

"There's something I need to talk about with you" Tony gazes at the cities below the building, didn't have the heart to watch Peter's sorrowful face "N-no, I don't want to know!" the lad shakes his head weakly "Don't you remember what I- what I did to you?! You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't-"

Tony cuts him off, words that came out of the older's mouth made Peter's brain stop functioning for a moment.

"I forgive you"

It took a while for the words to be registered in Peter's brain, and when they finally did the lad fell to his knees. Whatever burden it is that has been bothering Peter these past months vanishes instantly, giving him a sense of total reassurance, while he is still in a state of disbelief.

"H-how could you forgive me... After what I did to you" he said meekly, heads hung low to the floor "You're- you supposed to hate me" he chokes.

Tony brings his gaze back down to the weeping lad on the ground "That's not up to you to decide. I've long made up my mind to forgive you" he said firmly.

Peter's sobs subsided and he wipes away the stray tears falling down his cheek with his sleeve, head remaining low.

The older's gaze softened as he walk to the lad "Now come, I have an important matter to discuss with you" Tony extended his hand toward Peter.

The lad has both hands turned into a fist on his knees, shaking his head viciously, reminding the man of an obstinate puppy. He thought it was cute at the back of his mind.

"Leave me" Peter murmurs. It's hard enough as it is for him to resist the whispers of temptation swimming around in his head. Telling him to pounce on the older, to mark him, to claim him as his so that nobody else could have him. Peter doesn't trust himself around the man. He doesn't want the past to repeat itself.

'If only he forget about me,
If only he won't forgive me,
If only he keep ignoring me,
If only he...'

The lad would be lying if he said he was not grateful to hear that he is forgiven. It's just that after all the cruel things he has done to the older, he doesn't deserve anything from the guy. Not his forgiveness, not his feelings, not his heart, not anything. He doesn't even deserves to express his emotions.

"Are you planning on going home all beat up like that?" Tony quirks his eyebrow.

"So what if I am?" Peter pouts.

Tony let out a sigh "Until when are you going to keep up with this farce?"

"Can't you tell I don't want you here!" Peter tightens his fists on his knees "I hate you!!" A moment of silence passed between them and only the lad's shallow breathing can be heard.

"Care to explain why you look so hurt then?" Tony asked. A whine accidentally escapes from Peter's mouth. He thought by lowering his head to the floor he hides his expression well and he thought the man wouldn't be able to see his face considering the sun has begun to set and the day is about to turn into night.

"I dare you to say that again to my face" Tony said, watching the lad visibly go stiff "Say it like you mean it...then I'll leave you alone" he continues. Peter gritted his teeth, knuckles turning white.

"Go ahead" Tony taunts him and that's it for Peter, he's gonna say it, he really will "I-!" He lifts his head abruptly, puffy red eyes fixated right into those brown orbs.

Somehow the lad was at a loss for words, the same goes for the man. Both of them are enchanted by each other gazes and none of them wants to break it. This is the first time they properly make an eye contact in the past 3 months.

All of the denials and the battles Peter puts up against his feelings are completely forgotten. He roses up to his feet steadily, facing the man head-on "Mr.Stark" he whispers.

Hearing the lad calling his name in that possessive tone, with that intense gaze. Tony gulps audibly, body paralyzed, heart beating fast, just like those other times their eyes meet.

Peter lifts his arms and wrapped it around the older's torso, returning the hug that he declined from the man earlier. The embrace is very firm as if the lad didn't intend to let Tony go, as if he is scared the man will slip away from his grasp if he were to let him go.

Peter buries his nose in the crook of the man's neck and inhales the heavenly scent of his body odor mixed with his signature cedarwood scent cologne. Oh, how he misses this, how he misses him. He leans up and before he gets to stop himself the words slipped out of his mouth "I missed you" he whispered, lips brushing Tony's ear.

The man's cheeks heated up, ears going red and his heart skipped a beat, which didn't missed by Peter. He hugs the lad back just as tight, eyes shutting and tense shoulders easing "Peter" he breathed out, sending shivers up Peter's spine.

The way the older man utters his name in a meek voice sounded as if he was ready to submit to the lad.

Peter pulls away from the hug, just enough to see the man's expression. What he sees immediately makes blood rushes down to his nether region. Tony, face flushed down to the underneath of his collar, half-lidded eyes staring intensely into the lad's, lips parting invitingly and chest rising and falling steadily.

Peter gulps down the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight in front of him. He then leans up and closes his eyes, going for a kiss but was met with a palm instead. The lad opens his eyes and watches the way Tony turns his head shyly, avoiding his gaze "There's something I still need to tell you about" Peter holds his wrist and kisses the palm of his hand "I'm all ears" he said huskily.

Tony uses his willpower to resist the lad and snatches his hand back from him. He then grabs the lad's wrist and turns around, pulling him toward the door that leads to the downstairs "At least let me t-tend your wounds first" he mutters.

The way he stuttered made Peter cracked the biggest grin he ever had his whole life. He chooses to pretend that he didn't notice it, not wanting to get ahead of himself "Okay" he chirps happily, following the man obediently.