Jar Of Dirt [Tony Stark x Peter Parker]

7: Swiss

Kink/Sexual Warning Chapter 7: Sex Toys, Anal Penetration, Hand Jobs, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Subspace, Multiple Orgasms, Name-Calling.
Other warnings: Tony's having anxious feelings about the events that went down in the last chapter.

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The first thing Tony does when he wakes up the next morning is grabbing his phone and Peter's AirPods to go through the security footage from last night. He knew something was off about the story Peter told him about kicking out a 'random drunk dude', but he hadn't wanted to pry during the party. Peter's still snoring softly and drooling on his pillow. Tony scoots closer, enjoying his warmth.
"F.R.I.D.A.Y., show me all security footage that includes Peter from last night at triple speed."
He stares at the screen intently. Everything seems to be perfectly fine at first. Peter's laughing, having fun and hanging out with his aunt and some of the Avengers. But a few minutes in, he spots him. "Real-life speed, F.R.I.D.A.Y.," he whispers and the recordings slow down. His heart thumps in his chest as he watches Beck walk up to his boyfriend with that smug grin on his lips. No. No, no, no. How did he even get into the Tower?

His blood runs cold, and horrified, he listens to all the filth the man throws at Peter. The offer, the degrading comments about Peter's motivation to be with Tony, the sexual insinuations. He sees how badly Peter's trying to hold himself together, trying to stay in charge of the situation. He watches Peter force the man to the elevator and F.R.I.D.A.Y. switches shots. Tony's jaw is clenched for the entirety of the time Peter and Beck spend in the elevator. Anxious for something to happen.
"Ah..." Beck coos. "He hasn't told you yet, has he?" Tony's pretty sure he hasn't blinked since Beck showed up in the footage, but now he feels the tears prick in the corners of his dried eyes. He dreads what's coming next. What Peter is going to say. The elevator doors open and Peter remains unmoved.
"Get out." Tony closes his eyes, feeling a tear roll down his cheek. His breathing is shaky and his chest is tight. Peter's in control. Not Beck. Quentin is not pulling the strings like he did when Tony was still with him. He sniffs once and bites the inside of his cheek, opening his eyes again to watch Beck step outside the elevator.
"I'll be looking forward to your pretty moans." Beck laughs and walks towards the front door, blowing Peter a kiss. "Ruuffffff!"

Tony turns the screen off and lets his head hang back, taking a deep breath and removing the AirPods from his ears before turning towards Peter, sneaking an arm around his waist. Peter shifts, closer into the embrace in his sleep. Tony stares at the young man, so peacefully lying here in his arms. He can't believe Beck came here. He can't believe he had the guts to talk shit to his boyfriend. However, an immense surge of pride washes over him as well for how Peter told this man off. He handled it so well. Not letting the awful words get the better of him.

"You're really living up to his perverted tendencies, aren't ya?" Beck's voice echoes in his mind. "Ruufffff!"

Tony feels sick. Nauseous. He hasn't seen the man in nearly a decade, and Tony doesn't like how Beck still creeps under his skin, scaring him. Making him feel insecure and taken advantage of. He doesn't like how the man's voice makes him doubt everything. Is Beck right? Is Tony an old creep for being with Peter? No matter how much he loves having sex with him, it isn't about that at all. He loves Peter for who he is, even if they wouldn't get sexual. Is that still considered perverted?

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At breakfast, Peter suddenly puts his spoon down and looks up at Tony. His eyes are so serious that it has Tony on edge instantly.
"Tony?" Peter takes a deep breath. "You know that, uhm, I'm not with you for your money, right?"

Oh. Shit.

Tony bites down his lip and tries to keep the sudden surge of emotions under control. God. He's such a wreck today. Peter had seemed rather unfazed by Beck's tirade, but of course Tony should've known it would get to him more than he'd show.
"Baby, of course I know that. Do you know just how hard it is to spoil you?" Tony speaks, trying to think about how to break it to him that he knows about Beck. He should just say it to him right out. "I watched the security footage this morning. I saw, uhm, Beck." Peter's expression falters.
"You watched it, why?"
"You're bad at keeping secrets, kid," Tony jokes, trying to keep the conversation as light-hearted as he can. He doesn't want to drag the boy down into his inner mess. Peter scoffs.
"I am not!"
"Honey, you told me to try the whiskey I'd been drinking all night."
"Okay, maybe a little," the boy confesses, his face a strange mixture between a goofy grin and the weight of the situation flashing across his eyes.