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tomtenadia · 3 years ago

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A Little Braver - 23

Here we are... the fluff is finally here and Rowan is back.

Enjoy the chapter.

6 months later

The months and seasons had slowly turned and autumn in Terrasen was in full swing with the trees now having lost of all of their leaves and the days turning chilly and October had brought with it all the smells of the season.

Rowan got out of the airbase and looked up at the sky and he could smell snow in the air. His favourite type of weather. He breathed in deeply and enjoyed for a second the feeling of being on land once again after months on a ship. This last deployment had taken a toll on the whole squadron and all of his team members had plans of enjoying their well deserved time off.

“Rowan!” A voice called him and he turned seeing Gavriel coming his way “need a lift somewhere?”

“I was going to call a taxi.”

“Come, I’ll drive you to the fire station.” The man said, knowing full well where Rowan was headed.

Rowan nodded and thanked him. Aelin had told him she was coming off shift around noon. It was eleven and he had some time.

“Are you looking forward seeing Aelin again?” Asked Gavriel once in the car.

“Yes, I have missed her like crazy.”

The man at his side chuckled “you never missed Lyria this much. Never spent so much time on your phone either calling her or texting her.”

Rowan sighed “Aelin is different.”

Gavriel nodded “you found a great one. Truly.”

Gavriel had never been a fan of Lyria either. And the more he thought about it the more he realised that a lot of people have never been keen on his ex wife. No one ever believed she was actually in love with him, but his friends now were fully supporting him with Aelin. Maybe this was how it was actually meant to go.

While he was wool-gathering they had arrived at the fire station and Gav had parked beside the pavement to let him out.

“Have fun you two.”

“Have a nice time off too, my friend.”

Rowan grabbed his duffel bag and turned to the yard. The doors to the apparatus floor were closed. He peeked through the glass and spotted engine and truck. Good, they were in. Now he had to try and make it a surprise.

A moment later he spotted Luca coming out of the main communal area and grabbed his arm “shhh Luca, it’s me.”

The young man turned and smiled deeply when he recognised him.

“Can you please ask Aelin if she can come out here? Invent an excuse, please.” The boy grinned and nodded in understanding “welcome back, captain. She missed you.”

“I missed her too.” He admitted while adjusting his uniform.

At that Luca walked out and Rowan bravely climbed on top of the engine. Dropped his bag and lay low until he heard her voice.

“Luca, what is it? Is there something wrong with the rigs?”

Rowan kept silent and hid a bit better but with his height it was difficult. He also felt the crazy urge to giggle like a schoolgirl.

His legs hit the rail and he noticed her turn around looking for the origin of the sound.

“Come out. Show your face. I can kick your arse.”

He grinned and sat on the rig with his legs swinging from the edge while she had her back at him “Is that so, captain?”

He saw her turn and her expression morphed in the smile he adored. Being apart from her had been hell. He had no true idea how mad he was about her until he was forced to spend six months away from Aelin. The thought that he still had four years of that, made him want to scream.

Aelin gasped as she noticed Rowan sitting on top of the fire engine “you are back.” She said softly and Rowan nodded and heard her sniffle “you are truly back.” Aelin could not believe her eyes and for a moment she thought she had fallen asleep and it was all a dream.

“Come up here and see it for yourself.”

Aelin moved as if in a daze, slowly climbed the ladder and once at the top his strong arms pulled her to him and they fell into a heap on top of the hoses.

“Hey you…” he said as Aelin lay on top of him. Her blue eyes fixed on him.

“Hey you…” she replied burying her face in the crook of his neck to inhale the scent of him. He was home, he was back. He was real. Rowan’s arms wound around her in a tight hug “you have no idea how much I missed you. Since they told us when we were coming back I have been counting the days that I still had to spend away from you.”

Aelin did not reply she just melted in his embrace “you have been away from me 192 days and 20 hrs.” She said softly against his neck. She had counted each single day and the more they accumulated, the more she longed for the moment she could hug him and kiss him again.

“It felt like an eternity.”

Rowan turned his face and finally met her gaze and his eyes dropped to her lips and she must have noticed his stare because she looked up at him and kissed him.

The taste of her lips was enough to cancel all the longing of those months apart. He deepened the kiss, his tongue teasing her lips until she opened for him and a moan escaped Rowan’s mouth as tongues clashed and she moved fully on top of him.

“Aelin…” he said against her lips.

“I know, we are on top of the engine and I know how paranoid you are. Let’s just make out for a while, then once I am off shift we can go home and indulge in more private activities.”

They made out heavily for a good half an hour, then they finally came up for breath. With his hand Rowan pulled back a strand of hair from her face then flipped her nose feeling desperate for contact with her even if they were almost glued together.

“You seem tired.”

Her head thumped on his chest “long and busy shift.”

“Looks like someone needs some heavy cuddling tonight.”

She stared at him and grinned “always. And a back rub.”

“Something else?”

Her grin became wicked “of course, but later.”

She had so much to tell him but she would do it once they were back at home. On top of a fire engine was not ideal.

“I thought you were going to bring Lorcan too.”

“He will meet with Elide later I think. He always has a lot to do after we come back from a mission. But he will see her. The man has been pining like crazy.”

Aelin laughed “honestly? I can’t believe it.”

“Hey I was there and I couldn’t believe it.”

Aelin sat up “come on, let’s go and say hi to the others.”

“No,” he pulled her down back to him and squeezed her.

She brushed his hair and he closed his eyes and he almost purred in delight. Aelin smiled. Iceman, the man who seemed incapable of showing emotions was addicted to cuddling.

They stayed on top of the rig until Aelin heard Peter’s voice and second team arriving.

“Come on, buzzard, second team is here which means it’s time for us to go home.”

Swiftly she made her way down and Rowan followed.

“Hi Pete!” She greeted him happily.

The man looked behind her back “welcome back, sir.”

Rowan turned red at being caught sneaking down the engine but the other captain did not seem bothered.

“Thank you. It’s nice to be back.”

In that instant her whole team poured out in the main area and spotted Rowan behind her.

“Oh, that’s why she never got back.” Said Brullo.

“Yes, yes, the captain and I were cuddling on top of the rig. Now go home and relax.”

Lysandra moved closer to her ear “go and get some, girl. Just don’t make me an aunt yet.”

Aelin laughed “promise.”

The team walked out and Aelin grabbed Rowan’s hand “let me get out of this uniform.”

They reached the changing rooms and it was full of the guys from the second team. She went to her locker and opened the door and disappeared behind it.

“How was the night, cap?”

“Long,” she said, popping her head from behind the door “it seemed like the whole of east Orynth needed us last night.” She saw Rowan on the doorstep and smiled at him while wearing a polo shirt and then a hoodie “oh yeah we had to evacuate a couple who got stuck in an elevator.” And she grinned at Rowan “and by the time we got to open the trap they had decided to pass the time in an interesting way.”

“No bloody way,” commented Peter from his corner.

“The idiots,” she slammed the locker closed “I’ll see you all in a day.” She grabbed her bag and joined Rowan who was waiting for her. He pulled his arm around her shoulder “do you always change with the guys around?”

“Are you jealous?” he did not reply.

“Ro,” she stopped “they are not interested in me. And if I have to strip naked for my shower I’ll do it in private. But if they see me in my knickers and bra, what’s the difference with strangers seeing me in a bathing suit?” She replied “and as you saw I wear sports bra and comfy knickers for work. The sexy stuff is just for you.”

“I guess that firefighting with a thong is not recommended.”

Aelin laughed and they got to the car “jump in, buzzard.”

Before going home they stopped at the supermarket and Aelin explained she had nothing in the house and Rowan rolled his eyes muttering something about her diet.

At the supermarket she went to get a hand held basket but Rowan pulled her towards the bigger trolleys telling her that they needed to do a big shopping since he was back and was going to cook.

Once inside, Rowan offered to push the trolley and Aelin just grabbed his arm and walked at his side, happy at the domestic scene. They were shopping together and he had not mentioned his flat. Maybe she was worrying about nothing about asking to make it official and move in with her.

“Why are you buying all these veggies?” She asked him as he stopped at the vegetables and fruit aisle.

“To cook.” He stooped for a kiss “and stop complaining.”

They kept walking around the supermarket and Aelin saw the trolley getting fuller and fuller. It looked as if Rowan had every intention of keeping her well fed. Not that she complained.

An hour later they finally made it to the checkout. Rowan told her to put the groceries on the belt while he packed and she giggled at the military precision with which he packed.

She paid for the shopping and he carried the bags back to the car.

“We should have a budget for groceries. This one was big because you have nothing in the house.”

“Make sure the budget allows for chocolate expenses.”

“We’ll see.”

They got back in the car and not long after they were finally back at home.

Once inside, Rowan dropped the bags on the kitchen island and started unpacking straight away.

Aelin dropped his bag in the bedroom and joined him in the kitchen with bird Rowan in her arms “someone else wants to say hi.”

Rowan smiled “it’s actually quite nice. It looked lovely online.”

Aelin hugged the toy “he is so soft.”

“Come on, help me unpack.” She put bird Rowan back in the bedroom and went back to the kitchen and together they methodically unpacked the groceries ready to feed a family of five.

Slowly she watched her fridge become full again, something she hadn’t seen in six months.

“Now, let me take a shower, get changed and I’ll make lunch.” He kissed her softly and Aelin purred.

“A quick shower. If you come in as well we’ll never have lunch.”

“Spoilsport.” She turned but Rowan grabbed her arms and pulled her to his chest, his arm around her waist and his mouth on her neck trailing hot kisses along its length. Aelin threw her head back, but Rowan pulled back “fun times later. Food first.”

Aelin groaned in silence at the loss of contact with his body.

When he came back from his quick shower he found her on their bed with her huge hockey jersey and a pair of shorts, barely visible under the huge item of clothing. His eyes landed on her long legs and until that moment he had not fully realised how desperately he needed her. But lunch was a priority and he could not get distracted.

“Come on young lady, let’s go and get you fed.” He offered her a hand and Aelin climbed down the bed and they got to the kitchen.

Aelin sat on the counter and studied him while he set out all of the ingredients and started prepping them.

Then she decided to be brave and pose the question “Ro, do you want to move in with me? As in officially?”

Rowan looked at her perplexed “I thought that’s what we were doing? Living together?”

“Are we though? We never talked about it. You just stayed here after the accident.”

“So?” He asked while slicing the carrots.

“You still have your flat and some stuff there. And I understand if you want to keep your place for yourself to have a moment away from me if it gets too much. I know I am an handful.”

Rowan threw the veggies in the pan and then moved to her.

“Rowan the hob.” She ordered him. Her firefighter paranoia kicking in.

He switched off the gas and moved to her, between her legs and gently took her face in his hands “I only kept my flat in case you got fed up with me and threw me out. I don’t need it. I can sell it.” His hand brushed her hair “I thought I threw you enough hints that I was not moving out. Yes, you are a handful but I love living with you.”

Her arms went around his neck “so we are doing it.” Rowan nodded and kissed her “I can bring all my stuff here in the next few days.”

“I have a spare bedroom, dump your stuff in there.” She grinned and her legs went around his back and kissed him in a dangerous way, but he pulled back.

“Lunch?”

“I am famished.”

“Then let me cook.”

She smiled and swinged her legs happily. She could not believe it. She and Rowan had been together officially for around nine months but only spent three of those together and they were now officially shacking up. She was excited and for some strange reason it felt normal. With Sam it had taken much longer. They had been dating for over a year before she asked him. But with Rowan had felt natural, probably because of how their living situation had started.

“Now, this is how a stir fry looks like.”

“Still too many veggies.”

“Menace.”

Aelin grinned and stole a piece of chicken from the pan. His food tasted so much better than her mess.

Eventually they finished dinner and ended up on the sofa, Aelin all cosied up against him mentally getting ready to tell him everything that had happened while he was away.

“Ro,” she said softly, holding him “I have to tell you something.”

He looked down to her and her tone scared him.

“What, Fireheart?”

Aelin loosened a breath “while you were away a lot of stuff happened. Bad stuff.”

She felt him stiffen “how bad?”

And Aelin told him. About Hamel, her working with the police. Being assaulted in the house, Aedion being shot and the wedding postponed. Her going undercover and almost getting killed again before the detectives shot Hamel. About Hamel being the cause of Sam and Thomas’ deaths.”

Rowan stood abruptly and started pacing in the living room. His expression difficult to read. Rowan paced a bit more and a few times it seemed like he wanted to say something but then stopped. There was rage in him.”A guy, a stranger was in our house and tried to kill you. Hamel’s men tried to kill Aedion and you, not happy of all this, just went and played cop and almost got killed again?” He was not raising his voice but Aelin knew, he was furious. He paced around the coffee table “Rutting hell, what the fuck were you thinking?”

Aelin was taken aback by the harshness of his words “why you didn’t tell me?” His tone angry. His hand nervously ran through his hair. For a brief second he even stopped his pacing but never looked at Aelin in the eyes.

“You were away. How could I?” She stood in front of him “if I had told you, you would have worried and not concentrated on your job and risked getting killed. And I could not have that. I…” she felt tears stinging her eyes “I can’t lose you.”

“What if I lost you?” He shouted back at her, giving his back to Aelin “I can’t lose you either. And I almost did. Twice.” He walked out on the balcony and Aelin let him go and went back to the bedroom and curled on the bed hugging bird Rowan. And cried.

Rowan leaned against the rail of the balcony and stared at the lights of the city slowly coming alive as darkness fell. He was furious, but not at her. He was mad at fate who gave him a woman to love once again and did its best to take her from him. In an instant all his fears, all his doubts and his reasons for not getting involved again had come back. He took his head in his hands and the weak part in him told him to bail. To ignore that just earlier they had taken an extra step in their relationship and just get out of there. Go back being alone and cold. It was far easier.

Except it was not.

He turned to the house and looked at the bedroom. Aelin was curled in bed. He could not leave her. No matter the fears, he could not give up on her, not when she brought him happiness and gave him again the will to feel. He could not go back to a life of ice, pain and guilt. So he did the only thing he could do. He walked back to their bedroom.

She was all curled up and hugging the bird he gave her.

He climbed in bed with her and pulled her closer but Aelin turned and faced him, her eyes all puffy.

“I am sorry, I am a jerk.” he whispered, brushing her hair from her face and drying her tears with the back of his hand “I haven’t seen you in six months and all I can do is shout at you.” He kissed her once “I am not mad at you. Yes, you are reckless but I am more mad at what happened.” He hugged Aelin and drew her closer “I can’t stand the idea that you had to go through all this. And Sam…”

Aelin buried her face in his neck “I am better. Lys and the guys kept me from breaking down. Without them I don’t know…”

Rowan sighed “I should have been here. It looks like I haven’t learned from my past.” At the deep anguish in his voice, Aelin grabbed his face and kissed him deeply.

“You make me stupidly happy.” He told her, a hand brushing her head “and no matter how scared I am of your job or of what the future holds for us, I am not letting you go.” But she sensed unease in his voice.

She sniffled “you are still a bit mad at me.”

Rowan shook his head “no, not at you. At a lot of things, yes. But not mad at you.” His forehead brushed hers “I was overwhelmed and I overreacted. I am glad you did not tell me.” His nose bumped hers “you are right I would have been worried sick and not being able to concentrate and in our line of jobs is a deadly thing.”

Aelin nodded and kissed him gently “thank you for coming back to me.” She whispered against his lips.

“I made you a promise.” His hand sneaked under her shirt, caressing the length of her back. Aelin rolled on her back and pulled her jersey off, remaining only in her shorts. Rowan’s gaze became lustful and she pulled him down to her for a heated kiss. Rowan reached for the back of his t-shirt and pulled it off and discarded it on the floor and then moved on top of her, caging her head between his arms. Aelin took in the expanse of his chest with her hands, then followed the lines of his tattoo with her fingers.

“I missed this so much,” he whispered as his head ducked in the crook of her neck.

“Definitely better than on the phone,”Aelin joked pulling him down to her completely, skin touching. His mouth trailed south leaving scorching kisses on her collarbone and then down to her breasts. Aelin’s back arched on instinct and in response Rowan took one of her hard peaks in his mouth and Aelin moaned, fingers burying in his back and leaving gentle moon-shaped marks.

Aelin rocked her hips for friction and she felt Rowan grin “so impatient.”

“I need you…” she breathed “we can have all the foreplay in the second run, but not now…”

His mouth bit lightly on her neck then his hand slid down until it hit the band of her shorts and knickers “so I guess you don’t need these…” and in a swift motion she was bare in front of him.

“Well, if I am naked, so do you, captain.” Rowan smiled and peeled off his briefs. He leaned back down and her legs wrapped around him and she pulled him much closer until she felt him nudge her near where she desperately needed him.

“I love you,” he whispered and after months apart they met again.

Aelin was sitting against the head of the bed and Rowan’s head was in her lap while her fingers played gently with his hair “do you know how to ice skate?” She asked him.

“A bit, why?”

“They opened an ice rink down in the main square and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me. It’s been a long time since I did it.” He turned on his back and looked up “I’d love to. Want to go tonight?”

Aelin nodded “can we have dinner out as well? Have a proper date?”

“Are you asking me out, captain?” Rowan smiled and stretched his arm to caress her cheek.

“Well, it’s my right as well to woo my boyfriend.”

Rowan smiled and sat back up and went to kiss her “I am yours.”

“What time does your shift starts tomorrow?”

“At ten and it’s my usual 24hrs shift.” She told him.

“We should not stay out too long. You came off another night shift this morning and never slept. I need to tuck you in in bed early.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rowan got off the bed and stood, holding out his hand to her “come on, miss firefighter, let’s get you ice skating.”

Aelin beamed in joy and got off the bed and went to put some clothes on. A polo shirt and her favourite TFD hoodie. Then she moved to the bird toy and got her dog tags from it.

“Make sure you have a nice layer on, it’s getting colder outside.” He pulled a scarf around her neck “forecast says it might snow.”

Aelin groaned “I love winter, but snow always causes so many accidents.” Then she realised what she said “I am sorry, I didn’t mean…”

He stooped to kiss her “it’s okay. I am fine.”

She smiled back at him, “let’s go skating, captain.”

Hand in hand they walked to the main square enjoying the chill air and the winter feeling.

“Look,” said Aelin once they reached the square “They have street vendors.”

“I thought you wanted to go out for dinner.”

She turned around and walked backward facing him “but this is winter fair food. It’s so good.”

“Come,” Rowan grabbed her hand “I’ll buy you dinner.” They walked to one of the stall “what do you want?”

“A nice juicy burger.” She smelled the food around her “and a couple of skewers as well.”

Rowan bought the food for her and himself and they sat down on a bench munching away happily.

In front of her the ice rink was surrounded by people being happy and having fun. Then a little blonde girl with pig tails ran to her “hello, gorgeous.” Aelin picked up the girl “where are your parents?” The little girl pointed in a random place. Rowan ruffled her hair and the girl giggled happily.

Then all of a sudden “Lynne.” And a woman hurried towards them “momma.” The little girl screamed at recognising the woman. Aelin passed the child to her mother “thank you,” said the woman hugging her daughter.

“She was adorable,” said Aelin leaning her head against Rowan’s shoulder. He kissed her head “she really was.”

Rowan eventually stood and took Aelin’s hand “Ice skating?”

Aelin joined him and together they went to the rental place and got their skates and changed into them.

Aelin took tentative steps to the entrance of the rink while Rowan had his hand on her lower back.

While Rowan went for the cautionary approach and moved some baby steps on the ice, Aelin was being her usual carefree self and jumped straight in the fray “Come on, buzzard, it’s easy.”

By the time she completed a few laps around the rink, Rowan was still holding to the edge for dear life. She slid to him and took his hands “come with me.” She took his hands and placed them on her sides “easy… follow me.” Slowly he got more confident and they managed to skate hand in hand.

The hour on the the ice was up and they were sitting on a bench again when when Lys texted her that she and Aedion were meeting Elide and Lorcan and have dinner together and invited them as well.

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to see Lorcan out of work.” But his smile turned wicked “Oh no, I need to see smitten Lorcan.”

Aelin leaned forward and kissed him “but no jokes in front of Elide.”

“Don’t worry I’ll just gather enough material to take the mickey out of him when we are alone.”

Gently she patted his arms “you really are evil.”

He nodded proudly “no news there. You should know by now.”

The other two couples arrived not long after and Rowan laughed at seeing Lorcan with his arm around Elide’s shoulders. The scene was almost ridiculous given how tall was the man compared to the woman.

“Aren’t they cute?” Whispered Aelin, grabbing his hand and walking toward the couple.

“Hi guys,” said a very happy Elide, waving her hand at Rowan and Aelin.

“Hi, darling.” Aelin hugged her friend and then looked up at the man at her side “evening, commodore.”

“I am just Lorcan tonight.”

Rowan snorted loudly “sure, Lor,”

“Lys and Aedion are on their way.” Added Aelin.

“Did you go ice skating?” Asked Rowan to his boss.

Elide laughed “I tried to convince him but he laughed at me.”

“Oh it would have been amazing to see the drunken giraffe.” commented Rowan with a wicked grin and Lorcan growled back at him “Whitethorn…”

“What’s the drunken giraffe?” Aelin smiled, ready for some snooping.

“Don’t you dare…”

And now the whole group was even more interested.

“So,” started Rowan with an evil grin “Lor was my captain and I was just a lieutenant. We had a team evening here in Orynth and it was winter. The ice skating rink was out. We had a few girls we wanted to impress, so we took them out.” He narrated, while Lorcan glared at him “Lorcan tried to skate but he is stupidly tall and well…” Rowan moved his arms with a jerky motion “it was hilarious.” He continued “his girl called him a drunken giraffe.”

Everyone burst out laughing and for a moment that story threw a funnier light on the man who seemed to be made of ice.

“Fine, fine Rowan you had your fun.”

Elide gave him a pat on his shoulder and in that instant Lysandra and Aedion joined them.

“We are here. Sorry we are late, parking was a pain.”

Aelin jumped all excited “we can finally have dinner.”

“You haven’t stopped eating since we arrived.” And Rowan pulled Aelin to his chest and kissed her temple “I love my bottomless pit.”

“Ow, you two are so cute it’s disgusting.” Joked Lysandra wrapping her arm around Aedion’s midriff.

“Come on let’s go to dinner before Aelin turns hangry.” Elide took Lorcan’s hand and dragged him away and the rest followed.

Once at the restaurants they got a table for six and sat down. Aelin grabbed the menu and started perusing “this place seems amazing.”

“I think we need a nice bottle of wine to celebrate that you two boys are finally back.” Suggested Elide who, all of a sudden, was confident and seemed to have lost all of her shyness.

The waiter came and took their order and as usual Aelin shocked the poor youngster with her gigantic order.

“Captain, are you sure you can afford feeding her?” Joked Aedion.

Rowan shrugged and smiled at Aelin “the bank doesn’t offer mortgages for feeding your girlfriend, apparently.”

The rest of the group laughed.

Then the wine arrived and they toasted and Aelin looked around at the table and smiled at the scene. Of being with her friends and Rowan. She placed her hand on his and gave him a big smile. She kept repeating to herself that he was back and he was real.

Lorcan took a sip of his wine “this feels nice,” and a weak smile painted his lips “after six months of bad food and no treats, this feels like bliss.”

“I didn’t pin you for a wine lover, commodore.” Said Aelin sipping her wine and agreeing with the man. It was a nice one he had got.

The man shrugged “we are posh boys, of course we like wine.” He gave her a half smile.

Aedion snorted “that’s all you can handle.”

“Ok,” almost shouted Lysandra “this is a dinner to have some fun together, not a pissing contest to see who is better between the army and the airforce. Now you three behave.” She pointed her finger at them and Aelin hid her smile behind her hand.

“So,” started Rowan trying to change the topic “any new plans for the wedding?”

Aedion nodded “we have a temporary date in January. We just need to find a venue and few other bits and bobs. And hope for no interruptions this time.”

“At least this time my girls will have their real partner at their side.” She looked at the two men “I am waiting for you two to melt when you see in their dress.

“Oh, believe me they did the first time around too.”

Rowan nodded remembering Aelin in her dress. Yeah the shower had been quite longer than his usual “Both Lorcan and I remember the dresses.” Admitted Rowan trying to sound as casual as possible.

Lorcan looked away almost embarrassed by the admission but Elide gently pinched his side “admit it, you loved it.”

“I did.” He said quietly.

“So captain,” began Lysandra while sipping more wine “are you going to teach our Aelin to cook?”

Rowan chuckled “I can try but I have a feeling it’s a suicide mission. As a soldier I can see when it’s time to push back and retreat.” He brushed his hand on her head softly “but it’s fine I love cooking.”

Aelin was about to reply but their food arrived and her focus disappeared on the plates placed in front of her.

“Sometimes I think she would find me more interesting if I dressed up as a giant hamburger.” She stuck out het tongue out at him and he flicked her nose. After six months away from her he was desperate for some contact. He would have loved to go home and partake in more interesting activities, but the idea of having dinner with the other two couples had been quite pleasant. And Aelin did not seem displeased by his extreme need for PDA.

“So, Lorcan, are you coming to the station one day to see Elide in action?” Suggested Aelin with a grin and Elide almost glared at her nervously.

The man lowered his fork and looked at her “I think I might.” Replied the man eagerly “I must admit, I am quite fascinated.”

“We can also give you a proper tour of the firehouse. The official one.”

“I think we can take them on the trucks, one each” suggested Aedion “I am happy to take the commodore. But you guys need to stay inside the truck.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Hey, I have seen you fly, it’s only fair.”

“You seen him fly?” Elide’s face turned to Lorcan “Can I see you fly?”

“I am sure the commodore and I can give you a lovely display of how I kick his arse.” And Rowan grinned wickedly at his boss.

“Please, please.” Singsonged Elide, taking his hand.

Lorcan nodded “let me know of a day off and we can get it organised.”

“Yes!” Shouted Elide all excited.

“Actually…” continued Lorcan “we sometimes give tour of some ares of the base. I might be able to get permission to invite the whole station for a tour and with the excuse of a drill we can give you a show.” He explained “I think we owe it to the TFD for the help they gave us.”

Rowan stared at Lorcan in disbelief. He knew everyone joked but Elide really was doing the miracle on him. He had never seen his CO so relaxed and willing to offer a tour of the base. Usually he would shove that kind of stuff to him. Rowan gave a big smile to Elide and a silent thank you. Lorcan actually seemed happy.

“I am sure the guys would love it.” Then Aelin turned to Aedion “are you willing to come for one day at posh house?”

“I guess I can do that.” And he smiled.

Lorcan nodded “Rowan, liaise with the captain and choose a suitable day.”

Rowan squeezed her hand under the table.

“Ok good, Rowan is coming to the station tomorrow morning. You can join us around nine.”

“Am I?” But Aelin looked at him puzzled.

“Yes, unless you have other plans.”

“Uhhm I was planning on going kitchen household shopping but I assume I can do grampa stuff another day.”

Aelin patted his head “good, grampa. Come and have some fun.”

Lorcan nodded “9 am sounds perfect. I must admit I am looking forward to this.”

“And coming from Lorcan this is the best compliment ever.” Joked Rowan.

“This is going to be much more fun than you guys running drills with us.” Explained Aedion who for once did not seem to have any problems with the airforce.

The group finished their meal and Aelin was the only one who actually went for dessert and everyone took the mickey out of her.

“Of course she gets the cake.” Elide rolled her eyes “how is it that you are not the size of a zeppelin I do not know.”

“Uh, I love you too.” Added Aelin while munching her cake away.

After the meal the group said their goodbyes Aelin and Rowan walked home, taking a detour through the park, hand in hand.

“I had a lovely evening.” Said Rowan pulling their twinned hand to his mouth and depositing a gentle kiss.

“I can’t believe Lorcan. He is so different.”

“I will be forever grateful to Elide. He is like another man.” He explained “I have known Lorcan for a very long time and I have never seen him so happy.”

Aelin almost skipped happily “are you looking forward to tomorrow?”

“Very much. I really want to see you in action.” He gently pinched her butt and Aelin squealed “you and your sexy jacket.”

“It’s called turnout or bunker gear.” She said to him leaning forward for a kiss “not as hot as your jumpsuit…” She swayed her hips in front of him.

He took a couple of steps and folded his arms around her waist and turned her around “you look hot even covered in grime.”

Aelin chuckled “you never saw me coming out of a house collapse after slithering through the debris and come out with my clothes white, my hair grey ad my face verging on black.”

His hand caressed her sides “Imagine the long shower…” his lips brushing hers gently.

“We are in a park, captain.” Her arms sneaked around his neck.

“I am just reminiscing our first kiss.” And slowly pinned her to a tree.

Aelin leaned forward and kissed him first “I’d throw my shoes at you but they are trainers and would hurt. It’s a shame I don’t have my flats on.”

“My menace…” he whispered, their mouths sharing a breath. “I should take you home. You have work tomorrow.” And pulled back from her, grabbing then her hand and resuming walking.

“You fuss too much.”

Rowan rolled his eyes and smiled “let’s just say it’s in the job description for boyfriend.”

“What else does it entail?”

He took a long pause staring toward the pond “make you happy, mostly.”

Aelin stopped him and turned him to her “you do. Make me happy, I mean.” Rowan stooped and kissed her hard “home, now. It’s getting near your bed time.”

“Sexy bed time?”

“No, young lady, we are going home and tuck you in bed and no shenanigans allowed.”

“You are no fun,” she complained walking away from him pretending to be mad.

He grabbed her hand and pulled her back “You came off shift this morning and I got home this morning. We both need rest.”

Her smile turned wicked “I might go and find myself a younger model. I wonder if Fenrys is interested in a sexy firefighter.”

A second later Aelin found herself pinned again against a tree and his lips on hers, the kiss demanding and almost possessive.

When Rowan pulled back they were both breathless, his forehead leaned on hers “don’t even joke about it.”

“Jealous much?”

“You are my girl.” He whispered against her lips and the tone he used made her heart melt.

“Said that again.”

“You,” his lips travelled along her neck “are,” a gentle nip of his teeth “my girl.” And a searing kiss.

How was it possible that the man in front of her could stir such deep passion and desire in her? Something so strong she had never felt before with anyone. It felt like an all consuming fire. She just hoped it would stay like that forever. She felt his hand sneak under her hoodie and touch skin and groaned into the kiss “let’s go home, captain. We are in a park and both about to lose it.”

He nodded silently and started walking home as quick as they could.

As soon as they were through the door to the house, Rowan lifted her in his arms, kicked the door shut with his foot and walked to the bedroom.

“I thought you said no shenanigans.”

“Fuck it.” He let her slid down and a second later his hand had started peeling off her clothes and she did the same.

“Show me what you got.” A second later she was airborne in his arm and then in bed. His strong body hovering over her. His pine green eyes trained on her and she could see the desire in them.

When he kissed her again her toes curled and heat began pooling at her core.

“I love you,” she whispered against his lips. It was all he needed and a moment later his name was on her lips begging him for more over and over again.

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prettyboy-parker · 6 years ago

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breaking the first rule of fight club

winterspider; fighter!bucky x softfem!peter

so I read a fic a while ago where Bucky was a fighter/boxer and I can’t remember for the life of me who wrote it.

The little breaks in italics are text convos between the two.

Even though he grew up in Queens, Peter’s never been much of a fighter. He’s never even liked fights. Whenever a fight would break out in his high school, he would look the other way in fear, much to the amusement of Flash.

So he doesn’t really know how he ended up here.

Here being some totally illegal underground fighting ring, perched prettily on the bleachers next to his best friend MJ.

Earlier, MJ had pleaded Peter to come with her to watch her new girlfriend fight. (She must be pretty smitten with the girl if she wants to go all the way to Brooklyn to watch her beat another girl up in a sports bra.) Peter thought MJ knew him well enough, but that seems unlikely because Peter would never willingly sit in on a fight.

But because he’s the number one friend in the entire world, he agreed. Chances are that MJ and this girl (he can’t even remember her name, but it was something stupid, like Cilantro) will be done by the end of the week.

So, he decided to suck it up and watch this girl fight, squished between MJ and some burly guy who smells like Beef Jerky.

“Isn’t this so cool, Pete?” MJ whispers in his ear, barely heard over the shouts of the crowd.

“Yeah. So cool.” He says, studying his manicured nails in boredom.

“You’re no fun.” MJ huffs, turning her attention back to the fight.

Turns out MJ’s girlfriend wins, albeit with a split lip and bloody nose.

MJ tells him she’s going to congratulate the girl, Peter wiggles his eyebrows, and she punches him in the shoulder.

Peter definitely doesn’t feel safe without MJ. He can barely open heavy doors, let alone fight off anyone who feels like picking a fight. But, this thought is promptly taken off his mind when he sees who’s fighting next.

The next fighter is the most handsome man Peter’s ever seen before.

His hair is a chocolate color that’s pulled up into a bun, loose strands framing his sharp features. His dusty blue-gray eyes sparkle with adrenaline, thick eyebrows furrowed above them. He’s got a scruffy beard and Peter maybe wondering how it would feel on his thighs. And don’t even get him started on his body. Let’s just say Peter may be drooling over his six pack for the next couple of days, and the way his dog tags fall over his chest.

One of the craziest things, though, is the metal arm that takes place of a real, fleshy left arm.

“He’s one of the best, by the way. Never loses a fight.” The man next to him says, showing the money he’s betting on the guy.

“Really?” Peter responds, preferring to look at the fighter than talk about him.

“Yeah. Seems like your new, so always put your money on Bucky.”

Bucky.

The name suits him, rugged and unique like him.

“By the way, the name’s Kenny.”

“Peter. Nice to meet you.”

Bucky adjusts his mouthguard, slipping on his black boxing gloves as the person who seems to be his coach massages his shoulders.

Peter could care less about the other fighter, as Bucky is obviously the star of the show.

The crowd grows about 10 times louder for Bucky.

The referee sets the two up, shouting the rules over the crowd.

“No biting, no kicking, and no shots below the belt. Got it?”

Both men nod, bumping their gloves together.

“Ready? Fight.”

Peter’s never been this entertained by a fight before.

Honestly, when a hot guy is throwing the punches, fights become a lot more interesting.

It still makes him a little woozy seeing blood spewing out of someone’s nose, but whatever.

The ref holds up Bucky’s arm after 2 rounds, the other guy knocked out cold and being dragged off the mat by his coach.

“Where do I have to go to talk to him?” Peter asks Benny.

He lets out a loud laugh.

“Bucky doesn’t talk to fans, kid.”

Peter pouts and crosses his arms. Kenny sighs.

“You can find him at the bar.”

Peter flashes his smile that should be award winning and hops down the bleachers. He pushes through the crowd, finding his way to the makeshift bar that probably carries 10 different diseases on it’s countertop.

He spots Bucky leaning against the bar talking with his coach, so Peter makes the great decision to stand behind the coach and order his drink.

“Could I get a water?” He asks the bartender, the burly, dark skinned man nodding and turning away.

Peter makes sure to lean against the counter, sticking out his ass just so.

This seems to do the job somewhat.

“Didn’t expect someone like you to be here.”

Peter cocks his head so he’s looking at the coach. Up close, he’s definitely handsome. He’d even go as far to say pretty. His facial features are sharp, yet soft in a young way. He has clean cut blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He’s ripped under the navy button up he has on, which is weird attire for the ring.

“You sayin’ something?” Peter quips, nodding his thanks to the bartender who sits his water in front of him.

The coach raises his hands in mock defense.

“Absolutely not.”

Peter giggles and bites his lip.

“Steve. Rogers.” The man, Steve, holds out his hand and Peter gives it a weak shake.

“Peter Parker.”

“And this is Bucky.”

Finally.

Bucky smiles at him, pressed against the bar and leaning on his good arm.

“H-Hey.” Peter attempts to say smoothly, pushing a stray piece of hair back.

“I’m going to watch the next fight. You two get along.” Steve tries to joke, turning to push through the crowd.

“Saw you out there. I’ve got to admit, I never thought I’d find a fight so hot.” Peter flirts, adjusting the bottom of his baby pink crop top.

“Queens.”

Peter’s brow furrows in confusion.

“What?”

Bucky smirks and stands up.

“You’re from Queens. I can tell.”

Peter smiles.

“And what does that have to do with anything, Brooklyn?”

“It just so happens I have a thing for guys from Queens.”

Peter ends up bent over the table in Bucky’s warm up room after the last fight.

***

Doll: !!!

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Bucky: that is dumb

***

“Y’know, I think you’re my good luck charm.”

Peter laughs from across where Bucky is sitting on the ground doing his stretches.

“Buck, you’ve been undefeated for like, 2 years. We’ve been together for what, 3 weeks?” Peter says as he helps push Bucky’s back down, the older grabbing his toes to stretch.

“Still. I think that’s all chance.” He huffs as his muscles flex.

“You’re funny Barnes.”

“M’ lucky you don’t distract me. Sittin’ there, lookin’ all pretty in my clothes.”

Yeah, he may be Bucky’s biggest fan.

He tries to make every single one of Bucky’s fights, (which are legal, apparently)taking the subway all the way from Queens. He tends to wear Bucky’s shirts, oversized on his tiny body and short shorts.

“You think I’m pretty?” Peter teases, lightly kissing the back of Bucky’s neck as he leans over his left leg.

“The prettiest out there, darlin’.”

Peter’s lips come in contact with the cool metal of Bucky’s left shoulder.

“I think that’s you, Bucky.”

He hears Bucky gasp in mock anger as he crosses his right arm across his chest.

Out of nowhere, Bucky turns around and pulls Peter on the ground with him, colliding their lips together in a lighthearted smooch.

“No one is prettier than you.” Bucky grumbles as he presses a kiss to the corner of Peter mouth. Peter giggles and squeezes Bucky tighter.

“If I remember correctly, you said something about enhancing your performance with pre-fight sex. You wanna test that claim?”

***

Buck 🖤🖤: Where r u

Peter: in the bathroom

Buck🖤🖤: Oh

***

“Jesus Christ Bucky, fucking sit still!” Peter groans as he straddles Bucky’s lap, a plethora of first aid supplies scattered on the half broken coffee table.

He’s been playing the part of Nurse much more since he’s moved in with Bucky. He successfully convinced Aunt May that he was just looking for a roommate, and that Peter’s reception job wasn’t enough to keep up rent.

Total lie.

But, he’s happy with Bucky and their Goodwill furnished home, so keeping Aunt May in the dark for a little bit can’t hurt.

“The mouth on you, doll.”

“Hush.” Peter snaps, dabbing a bit of peroxide on his split lip.

Luckily, he doesn’t make any noise, just grips Peter’s hips a little tighter.

“There. The worst part is over, baby.”

Bucky just groans as Peter dabs some Neosporin on the wound, then covering it in a small drop of liquid bandage. He tries to lean in for kiss, but Peter stops him.

“Nu-uh. Wait for that to dry. Then you can give me all the kisses you want.”

Bucky pouts and rests his head on Peter’s shoulder. Peter gives the top of his head a little kiss, massaging his real arm lightly.

“My nurse.” Bucky mumbles, warm breath hitting Peter’s neck.

“Let’s get started on that hand, shall we?”

Bucky pulls away and places his beaten hands in Peter’s. It’s funny, the stark contrast of Bucky’s large, scarred, bleeding hand, and metal one, in Peter’s flawless, tiny ones.

Peter rests Bucky’s hands in his lap, turning to grab more peroxide. Bucky hisses as the cotton ball hits his open wounds and Peter gives him a kiss on the cheek as reassurance. He uses the Neosporin again then wraps his hand in white bandages.

“There. All better.” Peter says softly, pecking his lips quickly.

“Thanks, doll. Don’t know what I’d do without ya.” Bucky chuckles, brushing a curl out of Peter’s eyes gently.

“I don’t know how you survived all these years without me. You beat yourself up.”

Bucky hums in response, taking Peter’s face in his newly bandaged hands and kissing him. Peter squeaks in surprise, immediately wrapping his arms around the older’s neck.

“You wanna dance, darlin’?”

Ah, dancing.

Peter swears Bucky is a time traveler or something, he seems to have walked straight out of the 40’s. He’s very much a gentle giant, preferring to sway with Peter in the kitchen when neither of them can sleep.

Peter chuckles against Bucky’s neck.

“Sure, baby.”

Bucky eagerly pushes Peter off his lap, sauntering to the kitchen table where his record player is. Peter hears the scratch of the needle as Bucky finds the right song. The crooning voice of Ella Fitzgerald abruptly starts and Peter can practically feel Bucky’s smile in the air.

He heads back to the living room, arms outstretched and brow raised in question.

Peter giggles and hops off the couch. He presses his left palm to Bucky’s right, his metal arm wrapping around his waist gently. Peter rests his head on Bucky’s chest with a sigh. He runs his thumb against the textured material of the bandage.

“Dance with me, I want my arm about you.”

Bucky mumbles softly along with the music.

Peter giggles and kisses his nose.

“You’re a dork.”

“Your dork.”

“Damn straight, Buck. Damn straight.”

***

Buck 🖤🖤: I hate technology

Peter: okay go off ig

***

Bucky looks absolutely terrifying before a fight.

That’s what Peter figures out as he sits next to Steve right by the cage, perched on his reserved bar stool, mini skirt riding up.

Bucky glares at the people yelling in his ear as he pushes through the crowd, making his way towards Steve.

Some guy claps him on the shoulder and of looks could kill, he’d be dead in an instant.

“Alright Buck, you’ve gotta leave all your anger out on that mat.” Steve says once he’s close enough, stretching his neck and staring the other fighter down.

Earlier that day when Peter got home from work, Bucky had smoked through a pack and was practically fuming.

He refused to talk about it with Peter, but the younger still insisted on calming him down by putting on his favorite Ink Spots record.

Bucky is mumbling about something to Steve. Wordlessly, Peter gives his broad shoulders a little squeeze. Bucky turns around, and all the stress and anger drops off of his face.

“Doll.”

Bucky smiles and rests his hands on Peter’s thighs.

“Hi.”

He presses a kiss to Peter’s jaw, earning a little giggle from the boy.

“Here, baby.” Bucky takes his hands off of Peter’s thighs, bringing them up to his neck. “Been meanin’ to give these to ya.”

Peter stares with parted lips as he takes off his dog tags, slipping the cool metal around Peter’s neck.

“Bucky I-“

“Sh.”

Peter’s silenced with a kiss, it ending quicker than he would have liked.

“I’m up. Love you to pieces.”

Fuck.

“I love you too.”

Bucky presses one last kiss to his cheek before heading over to Steve, rubbing his thumb over the James Buchanan Barnespressed in the tag.

***

Buck 🖤🖤: Can u get me my cigs

Peter: no

***

“You better cut that shit out, Barnes. It’ll kill you.” Peter pokes Bucky’s side as they stand on the fire escape.

He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the wind blowing his open flannel print shirt slightly.

“Whatever. Just gotta make the most of now.”

Peter giggles.

“One, that made no sense. Two, that’s very depressing thinking.”

Bucky chuckles as he leans over the railing, watching the clouds float in the sky. It’s almost dark out, the sky a blue grey that reminds Peter of Bucky’s eyes.

“As long as I live long enough to marry you.”

What?

Peter’s heart practically stops in his chest.

“You-wait, you want to marry me?” He blubbers, wiping his sweaty palms on his sleep shorts.

“Doesn’t have to be right now. Just wanna make you a Barnes one day.” Bucky says nonchalantly, fiddling with the cigarette that’s between his fingers.

“Make me a Barnes?” Peter repeats, voice barely a whisper.

“You okay with that, doll?”

Peter feels immediate guilt.

“Yes, I, fuck! Bucky I love you. I want to be with you forever. Want to be a Barnes.”

Bucky throws his head back and laughs.

“Good. Because it would’ve been embarrassing if you didn’t.”

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petersmoan · 5 years ago

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peter loves to cosplay and decided to seduced tony, wearing a stripper outfit.

That’s a very interesting concept, my pal.

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The art of dressing as one’s favorite media character or a famous person isn’t something that’s appreciated by everyone equally. Some consider it, as said before, art, some think of it as a children’s thing to do, others as just an unusual hobby.

To Peter, who had a special hand-made costume for every Halloween and had it planned three or four months in advance, cosplaying was a way to express himself, his interests and manual skills. Once in a workshop with his boss, Tony Stark, he could spend more time designing new projects for sale than actual working, making Tony upset, but always shrugging it off, as long as the kid always completed given tasks on time.

“Peter, focus, please” Tony would say every now and then, when Peter instead of helping him, would think of another cosplay idea he had.

Sometimes it was hard to tell whether he was distracted by the ideas, or by Tony Stark himself. Peter would stare at his boss and daydream about being bent over the nearest desk, having his hair pulled and ass spanked, and he would then excuse himself to the bathroom and jerk off to that thought, because he didn’t want Tony to see the boner through his pants. That would be awkward, to say the least.

But Peter was so unskilled when it came to dating and asking people out, he knew he was at the lost position. He even shared his sweet little secret with MJ, when they were in a coffee shop Peter had invited her to. MJ was his best friend and a personal therapist, always helping him to cope with his problems.

“I don’t know, MJ. I can’t stop looking at him. And he thinks I only think of new designs and the next convention I’m taking part in.”

“Well, he’s only half wrong”, she shrugged, making Peter glare at her. “I don’t know either. Dress as a stripper and go to his bedroom like that. Sometimes it works in cheesy movies.”

Peter’s eyes opened wide, his eyebrows raised. He echoed MJ’s words in his mind.

“Holy shit, Michelle! That’s a plan!”

“Wait, what? No, I was kidding, Pete. Peter.”

But Peter Parker wasn’t listening. Quickly getting up, he saw stars for a second, but when the pressure in his head came back to normal, he ran out of the coffee shop, leaving the unfinished ginger tea and facepalming MJ behind. He really thought it was a great idea. Damn, he loved this girl. He would marry her, if only he was straight.

First thing he did was going to the lingerie shop to buy some lace underwear and stockings. Unfortunately their prices were not very suitable for his day-to-day wallet contention, so he had to use the savings he had, that were supposed to be spent on the next cosplay event in New York. But this was more important. Tony was more important.

Meanwhile, MJ tried to call him around ten times and sent fifteen messages that it was a joke and he should not do anything like that, ever. He ignored it all.

Next on his quick shopping list was something cute on top, and he didn’t quite figure it out yet. Visiting another chain store with clothes made him sigh in impatience, as he wanted to collect his outfit as soon as possible. A casual T-shirt wasn’t in no way acceptable, nor was wearing nothing at all.

Something he could take off easily, that wouldn’t bother him that much.

That was when he saw these weird looking, cotton crop tops that were pretty short for a shirt. They looked more like a sports bra, but very loose and thin. Peter approached the hangers and took one, put it to his chest to check out and decided to try it on. In the fitting room, he discovered it looked quite sexy on him, considering his rather skinny silhouette and muscles. It had ragged edges and was comfortable on his skin.

He didn’t hesitate any longer and bought it. With a smile on his face, he came back home, still ignoring MJ’s phone calls and messages.

Aunt May was leaving around 5 minutes after he was back, so he waited until she closed the door behind her and opened his new beauties. He laid them on his bed and went to May’s wardrobe to borrow her heels he’d given her on Christmas last year. They had the same size, luckily, but still wearing shoes designed for female feet was a little difficult for him.

When he gathered everything he needed, he dressed in his quick, unoriginal cosplay idea – a stripper for Tony Stark. May’s heels were uncomfortable at their finest, but he managed to walk a few meters and move his hips a little, just to check how it’d look overall. He liked his body in this costume, and was pretty confident about MJ’s plan. Actually, now it was his plan, since she changed her mind, but it didn’t matter as long as it was going to work. And it was.

Peter waited for a rather tough day at work, so that Tony was tired and ready to relax in the evening. That was when Peter wanted to intervene. To relieve Tony’s stress, and maybe seduce him finally. He didn’t think about his plan going wrong, he didn’t have any idea of excuse or what to do if Tony got furious over his young, silly intern trying to achieve anything.

Any day could be the day, so Peter carried his outfit in the bag and kept it locked in his work room. While being with Tony downstairs, he’d often think about his exact plan of action when finally confronting his boss alone in the bedroom. Eventually he decided to just go with the flow and be spontaneous, the first impression of Peter in these stripper clothes surely making Tony speechless.

“Pete, could you please bring me some coffee?” He murmured under his breath, hunching at one of the big desks, his eyes on some complicated equations he had written down.

“It’s your fourth one today, Mr. Stark. And it’s just noon...” Peter looked at him, frowning in worry.

“Just do it, Petey, please. I’m literally about to faint.”

Obediently, Peter made them both another coffee, sweet and milky for himself, black and strong for Tony. He smirked unintentionally when thought that he had the ideal opportunity. Tony was exhausted and needed to relax. Peter wanted to bring it to him as well, along with the coffee.

Waiting for evening to come wasn’t going to work for him; he was impatient, eager to change his clothes and make his superior crazy for him.

So, he dressed quickly right in front of the basement entrance, grabbed the tray with their beverages and walked in, Tony’s back to him. Peter approached him slowly, careful for his heels not to make any sound, and placed the coffees right in front Tony.

“Here, Mr. Stark”, he said in a low voice. At first, Tony didn’t realize his intern was half naked right next to him, but when he was to grab something further from him, he raised his head. Seeing Peter like that, striking a pose and exposing his body, made him back up a little on his chair and blink a few times.

“What... is going on...?” He articulated.

“You’re tired and stressed out, Mr. Stark. I thought I could, you know. Help you a little.”

All those looks Peter’s been giving him, all those heart eyes, touching hands when exchanging tools, kind smiles. It was all clear now, and Tony was relieved he wasn’t delusional. He exhaled, leaning back in his chair.

“Come here, baby boy.”

Something twitched in Peter’s guts, as well as in his dick. He did as ordered, sat in Tony’s lap, his legs spread, Tony’s hands reaching for his butt immediately.

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen. You have no idea.” Tony’s pupils widened, his cloth-covered cock pressing against Peter’s.

“I think I have, Mr. Stark.”

At these words, Tony grabbed him and seated on the nearest table he’d been working at, previously clearing it away with his arm. Peter’s body adjusted to him, his ankles on Tony’s shoulders, his arms supporting him on the table.

“I almost forgot you’re so flexible, boy. I can fuck you in any position I want, and you’ll be fine.”

Peter brushed his own cock at these words, the arousal making him even more impatient. He took his shirt off, threw it away and laid back on the table, his knees almost near his shoulders.

“I need you, Mr. Stark, please...” He moaned, stroking his inner thigh with one hand, his hole with the other. “Take these clothes off me, sir.”

Tony groaned, hungrily ripping the underwear off him. He left the stockings and heels, because sometimes Peter in such dressing was the only thing on his mind when jacking off at night.

“You’re so beautiful, Peter. So beautiful.”

They fucked on Tony’s work table. Peter put his ass up in the air, his hole almost facing the ceiling, so that Tony could fill him whole. After a few minutes Peter came down and turned back, Tony bending him over, pulling his knee up on the table. He spread Peter’s cheeks and stroked his hole with one thumb, making the boy hum in pleasure. When stretching him again, he asked, “Do you like that, baby?” and Peter responded, barely opening his mouth, shaking, “Yeahhh, please...”

Beautiful moans and cries coming from Peter were music to Tony’s ears. Reaching his climax, Peter was drooling, not being able to close his mouth, constantly groaning quiet fucks and Mr. Starks. Tony pulled his hair when he felt his own orgasm and pounded harder a few times, abusing Peter’s hole.

Panting loudly, they pulled away, Peter half lying on the table and Tony cleaning them both up. He caressed Peter’s naked butt, then leaned on and kissed it, making the boy chuckle.

“How are you feeling now, Mr. Stark?” He asked.

“Never better”, Tony pulled him back close, now facing each other, “All thanks to you, baby boy. We totally have to repeat it some time.”

#request #my works #tony stark #peter parker #starker #marvel #au

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