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[qveerthe0ry]

Hello lovely!

I saw your reblog of @for-a-longlongtime‘s poll about queer Pedro boy fic and I was wondering if you have any fics that you particularly enjoy that you could recommend?

Hello friend!!

Sorry I took so long to answer this, but I wanted to have the time to be as thorough as possible because this is an AWESOME question! Thank you for asking me!!

I also want to preface this by saying I haven't had a TON of time to read as many fics as I want to, so if anyone wants to reblog this with more queer Pedro boy fics I would love that!

For now, here are the ones I've read and loved:

Into the Beat of the Night by @perotovar has the sweetest Frankie I've ever read and a badass non-binary OC named River. Their dynamic is so fun but so deeply caring and I CANNOT get enough of them. Their banter is always adorable, and there's a really good balance between fluff, smut, and light angst so far and I'm sooooo looking forward to the next chapter.

baby, i'm-a want you by @perotovar AGAIN they just won't quit with the incredible queer Pedro boy fics. Gay pornstar Javi P and Joel, shy Joel with a crush, all the PPCU boys do porn together, what more could you want???

Maverick by @for-a-longlongtime and its sequels. Of COURSE I can't make this post without gushing over this Tim Rockford x Marcus Pike x Frankie Morales series. Oh my god. It's so hot it will melt you, but also so sweet, and I look forward to updates like it's Christmas eve.

Sharing the Same Roots by @multifandomhoodies over on AO3. I'm not sure if they've cross-posted it here on Tumblr, but this was one of the first Pedro boy fics I ever read and I think about it a million times a day I think. t4t DinCobb set in WEST VIRGINIA!?! Mind was instantly blown, as I lived there for the first 21 years of my life. It paints such a serene, beautiful picture of a slow, happy, queer Appalachian existence that it makes me tear up. Super hot, super well-written, and Grogu is a fellow WVU Mountaineer which makes me chuckle. I wonder how many couches he's burned.

Catalyst by @ezrasbirdie Last but CERTAINLY not least, a fic that I re-read before bed time an embarrassing amount of times because it is SO!!! GOOD!!!! Frankie and Joel are my favorite Pedro boys, and the exploration of their relationship with each other and reader is so incredible. The way the emotions are written so naturally and so raw blows my mind every time I read. And AGAIN shy, flustered Joel??? My beloved. But also absolute menace Joel flustering Frankie??? STOP IT!!!

This list is shorter than I want it to be, so if anyone has suggestions totally use this ask as a way to rec or self-promo your queer Pedro boy fics <333

[southfarthing]

i really enjoy reading your thoughts on lotr!! esp what you've said/reblogged about the films' characterisations of faramir, denethor and gimli. that made me really curious so i wanted to ask along the same lines, what do you think the films did well in adapting the books vs what do you think they did badly?

thank you so much! that really means a lot ��� I'll start with things I think they could've done better and then do things they did well to end it on a more positive note <3

things the lotr films didn't do so well when adapting the book

as already mentioned, several characters were changed for the worse

faramir was portrayed as much more downtrodden and useless than he is in the book

denethor was made stupid and selfish and incompetent

gimli was stripped of his wonder and passion and played for comic relief

there are also things to be said for the adaptations of legolas, boromir, frodo (the way the film has him distrust sam and send him away?), and others

the pacing of the two towers. fotr is brilliant, rotk is great, but the two towers feels bloated, which makes sense seeing as they crammed in the whole shelob plot into rotk instead. this then meant they made the battle of helm's deep a lot bigger than it needed to be (which I feel detracted a bit from the battle of the pelennor fields - like some things were repeated e.g. motivational theoden speech, and mounted rohirrim charging in at dawn to save the day). and they also added a load of other side plots like aragorn flying off a cliff? and elves of lothlorien - of lothlorien! - coming to help men of rohan?! when the films could have been focusing on eomer (gimli and eomer! aragorn and eomer!), faramir, and frodo and sam in shelob's lair

cut out some very valuable plots and characters. I understand some things, like getting rid of tom bombadil and gildor, and the way they absorbed beregond's character into faramir's and halarad's into haldir's (though I would've done anything to have the grey company my BELOVED). but some should not have been cut.

the scouring of the shire

the nazgul attack at crickhollow and fatty bolger raising the alarm (sorry this is one of my absolute favourite scenes in the book and it would've been so easy to include it alongside the scene of the nazgul at the prancing pony)

they could have kept at least one out of the old forest and the barrow downs

more scenes from the houses of healing!!!!!!!!!! faramir and eowyn get a whole chapter in the book! we deserved to see a nice, healing end to both their arcs!

and it would've been nice to see gondorian reinforcements arriving at minas tirith, both to show a little more diversity and to show that gondor hadn't just completely given up?

and on the topic of diversity... yeah. sam is described as having brown skin, and some of the other hobbits may well have been less white than they were shown to be. gondorians are meant to have black hair, not brown/blond. many gondorians not of numenorian descent would have been darker skinned (so showing the reinforcements from lossarnach would've been great). like it's not much, but what little positive diversity tolkien did give was removed by the films, and that stuck in people's heads, and now we have people claiming that middle earth was all white or whatever.......

things the lotr films did well when adapting the book

brought middle earth to life with so much love. you can tell this was a passion project, and not just for the actors. the score, the cinematograpy, the costumes, the architecture - all of it. it all has such a genuine quality to it, and it shows onscreen. so much meticulous planning and crafting in all areas. the authenticity of the armour and weapons, the elvish in the music, the grainy & rugged aesthetic... any screenshot from those films will fill me with such yearning. it all just feels both so magical and so real.

some characters were changed for the better! book aragorn starts off great and then disappoints me more and more as the story progresses. film aragorn is incredible, and they definitely gave him more of an arc

did a wonderful job of helping us visualise this new world. I grew up watching the films and only read lotr when I was older. I read the hobbit when I was 8, and then immediately went on to lotr but found it tricky. I kept trying every year or so, and I'd usually get through fotr, but I'd run out of steam in ttt. I was 16 when I finally read the whole thing + appendices, and I loved it so much. and having the films playing in the back of my mind really helped me bring middle earth to life in my head as I read. the locations in particular - rivendell, khazad-dum, minas tirith, minas morgul, the shire...

the way they switched between all the different characters and plots. in each volume of the novel, there's one book for frodo and sam, and then one book for all the others. the way the films seamlessly transition between these is great storytelling

I know this seems like a much shorter list but the first point in this section could have been twenty points. I am SO grateful they went into making these films heart first. the current climate of fantasy and film/tv is... dark. yes of course there are wonderful exceptions, but what seems to sell these days is cynicism and sex and gratuitous violence and suave, cool characters. I'm so grateful to have these films passionately made to uphold earnestness, compassion, friendship and courage (even when it's lonely and doesn't look stereotypically cool or impressive). yes there are silly moments of humour (and I wish these wouldn't all have come from gimli and pippin), but there's no laughing at the story itself. that is adapted with full heart and soul

and thanks to the films, there's so much more to be enjoyed! video games and board games and fan films and more! and they have given us a way to create more fan content! without the lotr films we wouldn't be sitting around here on tumblr making and reblogging gifsets and edits! and there would be much less fanfiction and meta! the films further popularised the novel and brought it even more into mainstream knowledge, and I cannot be thankful enough <3

[sadachmesarthim]

bingo fill two: cum fetish

content: peter being a Sudden Service Top, shy!tony, tony being an Absolute Whore 

hope you enjoy <333 

Peter was nothing, if not a man of science. Above all else, he cared about thorough investigation and novel discovery.

So when he realized what a cumslut Tony Stark was... He decided to experiment.

They hadn't been together long - they'd danced around each other for years, finally caving when Peter finished undergrad. It was a comfortable type of love - something you see in old movies, or cheesy romance novels.

But the sex... Jesus christ, the sex.

Peter hadn't had much time for... self discovery, while in school. Between patrol, double majoring in biochem and genetics, and maintaining a semidecent sleep schedule, there wasn't really opportunity for him to date or fuck around.

So when he came back to Manhattan, and they finally quit mooning over each other... needless to say, Tony hadn't had that much sex since his twenties.

It was generally kind of nice. Tony was sweet, gentle in his love making. Peter preened under the attention, sure - there was nothing wrong with their sex life. But Peter could tell Tony wanted something different.

When he brought it up, Tony turned bright red, stumbling over his words.

"It's not... There's nothing wrong, honey, really, I promise. I just... Sometimes I wish I was in your... position." This left Peter confused. "You... You want to bottom?" He'd never mentioned anything about it before.

Peter's tone didn't help Tony's blush, nor did it make him feel better about the whole ordeal. "Listen it's not... It's not an issue really and I don't... I don't have to. Seriously, if you're not comfortable we-" Peter stopped him mid sentence.

"Okay, no, that's not what I said at all. I just didn't know what you meant, Tony, let's take a step back." His hands immediately went to Tony's shoulders, bringing the older man back to the present. Grounding. "I love you, you know that right?"

Tony relaxed in his grip, taking a deep breath. "I know, I know, and I love you too. I just... It's embarrassing." Peter cocked his head, still not following. "You gotta use your words, T, or I can't give you what you want."

He closed his eyes, thumbs stroking over Peter's knuckles. He could do this, he could do this.

"I... So you know how you got bit by the spider, right?" Peter was very aware. He was also aware of just how bad Tony was stalling.

"Tony if you don't just spit it out I swear to go-"

"I want to see how much cum you can fit inside me!" He broke. With Peter holding him, right up in his face, he couldn't do it, couldn't hold it in anymore.

He slid to his knees, head falling into his hands. "I just... You can go so much, and sometimes when I'm fucking you I get to thinking.. How many times could you go in one night? How much could you produce? A few ounces? A cup? More? Makes me cum so quick just thinkin' about it, even in my old age. Can't stop thinkin' about it, about you fillin' me up like that. I can't do it anymore.

"It makes me feel like a gross old man, you know? Thinking about you like that? About you using me like a toy? It drives me crazy but I can't stop, can't keep it in anymore." He was shaking, unable to stop himself once he started.

Peter's eyes were wide, mind racing to process what Tony was saying. The bite had impacted their sex life - he could rebound almost instantly, and he did... produce more than the average twenty-something.

He sat down next to Tony, cradling him. "That's all you had to say, baby, it's okay. Shh shh, you're okay." he rubbed circles into Tony's shoulder, kissing his temple. "You know I'd never judge you for wanting something, right?"

Tony sighed. He knew that, logically, of course. His anxiety around admitting it didn't listen to logic, though, and it was hard to override that. "I know. I know. I love you. I'm sorry for freaking out."

Peter just kissed him again. "It's okay, T."

•|||•

Peter waited a few weeks before bringing it up again - both for Tony's benefit, and his.

He'd spent a long time digging through medical journals, doing independent research... He even made a (very awkward) call to Dr. Strange.

It didn't take him long to create a game plan: he needed to double his water intake, get more leafy greens and ripe fruit in. It wasn’t difficult - he had to shift around some of his calories, sure, but he made it work.

The worst part was not orgasming. He and Tony'd resumed their normal sexual activities a few days after their... discussion. But Peter made it a point not to cum - he wanted to build up as much as possible.

Even worse - he was edging himself several times a day. Massaging his prostate, sleeping with Tony, jerking off until just on this side of orgasm in the shower... He made it a point to work himself up and then leave himself there. He'd read several articles that talked about edging and semen production, and they all agreed - the less you cum, the more you produce and retain.

So he went with it. For the better part of a month - he didn't cum.

Tony, initially questioned it - but with some solid reassurances, and promises that Peter had "something exciting" in store, he let up. Getting him on the edging process was fun too - enough spice to keep Tony entertained until Peter was ready.

And ready, he was.

•|||•

He decided on a Friday night - that way they'd have all weekend to recover (or continue, if Tony wanted).

He made a real spectacle of it, too - stocking them with water bottles and easy snacks, bringing in a bunch of clean towels and leaving them at the foot of the bed. He wanted this to be good for Tony, and part of that was being ready for anything.

He waited until Tony was finished with work to bring it up. He didn't want Tony to be distracted at all, and he knew exactly how much anticipation can hinder daily activities.

When Tony walked through the doors of the penthouse, he could tell something was up.

It wasn't like Peter to be so... Flighty.

He was walking circles around the bar, drink in hand. Tony couldn't tell whether or not it was a drink drink, but it didn't matter... If Peter was up and pacing like this, there was definitely something up.

"Hey baby, how was your day?" Okay, yeah, something's definitely up. Peter never asked - he always waited for Tony to start - always gave Tony the opportunity to either vent about, or forget entirely, the day he'd just finished.

Tony dropped his suit jacket on the bar chair, walking back to meet Peter where he stood. He grabbed Peter's face in his hands, kissing down from his forehead to his lips. Peter sighed into the contact, relaxing immediately. "It was okay. What's got you all tense like this?"

Peter exhaled sharply before responding. "You know how you... brought up that thing, a few weeks ago? That thing you wanted to try?" Tony hesitated, eyes narrowing. "I... Yeah. Why?"

Peter blushed under the scrutny. "I've... Well, you know how I've been working on that thing? Not... not coming? I wanted to surprise you... And I think today'd be a good day." Tony was confused now. "You... you wanna try it? Topping, I mean?"

Peter snorted. "Not just topping, silly. That thing you specifically mentioned - seeing how much I could make, for you? I've been keepin' myself on edge, saving up all my cum for you." Tony shivered, goosebumps forming down the entire length of his arms. Peter's breath left his hair on edge, his words burning straight through Tony.

"I... I remember. Are- are you sure? Like I said, I mean, we don't hav-" Peter cut him off almost immediately.

"If I didn't want to do it, baby, why would I bring it up? Why would I spend almost a month edging myself for you? Why would I spend a month intentionally eating semen-enhancing foods, hmm? You think I was doing all that stuff for the hell of it?" Tony blushed at the words, head dropping to Peter's shoulder. "No, of course not, I ju-"

"You need to stop making excuses." Peter pulled back, meeting Tony's eyes. "If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't have brought it up. Wouldn't have spent so long making sure I was full enough, had enough for you. You know how long it's been since I've cum, T, baby? Twenty seven days. It's been twenty seven days of edging, of producing this-" he reached down, gently cupping his own balls through his shorts "- for you? All of this cum, just waiting for you, waiting for your pretty hole?" Tony shivered at the words. Fuck, Peter knew exactly how to work him up.

"I'm sorry, baby, I just- this is a lot. So much, Pete, you gotta know that." His vulnerability was aparent.

"I know, Tones. We can go slow if you want - we won't do anything. Just want to show you i'm willing." Peter's tone was gentle, reassuring. It helped Tony immesurably.

"I- okay. I want to. Try, I mean. I trust you, we just gotta.. Gotta go slow. I'm an old man, you know." Peter knew it was said in jest, but Tony would always have a soft spot in his heart. "Not that old," he poked.

Tony bit back with a kiss, forgoing words he wasn't sure he could find. It was slow, soft at first - a thank you for everything Peter did for him, for the whole situation.

Peter responded eagerly, taste of grenadine and carbonation on his lips. Thank god, he hadn't been drinking. Something Tony'd always appreciate - Peter's sober excitement. The energy he put into their relationship. The devotion. He balanced Tony out perfectly. 

Peter nipped at his bottom lip. It was sweet - playful, but it made the whole thing so much more intense. Tony responded in kind, licking into his mouth. He pulled a quiet moan from Peter, seizing the opportunity to meet the other's tongue. Passion always took a while to build with them - reverence and love always taking priority.

Today, though... Today was different.

Tony's mind was still going steady, trying to process exactly what they were about to do. Peter really wanted to try this with him. It was groundbreaking.

He felt the excitement burn low in his stomach. He'd always had a thing for cum - whether it was his inside someone, or vice versa - there was just something so visceral about it. Watching it slowly drip from someone's hole, sucking it out, sharing it. The idea of breeding someone, of being bred, having cum forced inside him over and over again, without consequence...

He'd tried to keep his love for it under wraps - Pepper had no real want for children, and god forbid he get wrapped up in a custody battle. He hadn't messed around with other men since his twenties, either, so the opportunity to explore this side of him just... never came up.

But now, with Peter - his most beloved supertwink with a refactory period of, like, -1, and his enhanced output... the possibilities washed over him.

He hadn't realized just how turned on it made him until Peter separated them, hands toying with Tony's waistband. The sudden lack of lips on his gave him the opportunity to express his appreciation - several broken moans escaping him. "Oh god, Peter, baby please."

He never claimed to be above begging, but he didn't do it often. It was a sight to behold, and with Peter being on a hair trigger...

Peter reached up, grabbing Tony by the throat. "What do you want, love? Use your words, tell me. Can't give you what you want if you don't use your words, Tony."

Tony dropped his head, gasping into Peter's neck. "Please, Peter, baby. I need you to fuck me."

Peter laughed, breathy. "Can't hear you, baby. Come on, come up and tell me what you want."

Tony looked up, shaky exhale falling onto Peter's lips. "I. Need you. To fuck me. Please, Pete?" His request was met with a smile. "Of course, baby."

Peter reached down and hooked under Tony's thighs, lifting him up like he weighed nothing. Tony often forgot about Peter's strength when they weren't in the field - feeling weightless like this, safe in Peter's arms? It was erotic, it was safe, it was everything. "Oh, god."

Peter took them to the bedroom, carefully setting Tony down on the bed.

Tony reached his arms up, snaking around Peter's neck. He brought them together for another kiss, not wanting to lose contact with Peter.

Peter chuckled, carefully peeling Tony away from him. "We can't do this if you don't let me get naked, T. Be patient." Tony rolled his eyes, allowing his fists to fall back to the bed. "Been patient, need you now." Peter tossed his shirt to the floor before dignifying Tony with a response.

"Don't talk to me about patient, mister. I've gone almost a month without coming, how do you think I feel?" He finished removing his jeans, leaving him in nothing but strained boxer briefs. Tony could see the outline of his cock, already leaking. He was nearly as hard in his own pants - which he was suddenly excited to remove.

Peter, perceptive as always, walked toward Tony and began helping him strip. Now shirtless, Tony reached up to place his hands on Peter's chest. He planted small kisses all over it, worshipping the man in front of him. Peter threaded his fingers through Tony's hair, enjoying the attention. "I thought this was about you, baby. Why you takin' your time with me?"

Tony looked up, smiling at the man above him. "Just thankful, is all. Love you." Peter cupped the sides of his face, reaching down and kissing Tony reverently. "Anything for you, baby. Anything. Now, let's get you out of those pants." Tony fiddled with his zipper, tugging the slacks down to his ankles before kicking them to the side. Now in a similar state as Peter, he felt so much more open, exposed. They were really about to do this. Peter had prepared for this. His dream was finally coming true.

He inhaled sharply, feeling the flush of arousal reach his cock. It was so intense, so much all at once - he felt high. This was definitely not an experience he planned on forgetting anytime soon.

Peter straddled him, shifting them back and up the bed. He met Tony halfway, sighing into the kiss. It was firey, full of hunger - neither really wanted to wait anymore.

Peter pulled back, meeting Tony's eyes. "Are you ready? You sure about this?" Tony nodded his head, mind too cloudy to use words right away. He was ready about this, so fucking ready.

His face must've said everything - Peter quickly helped him out of his boxers, sliding them down and tossing them next to the towels. He grabbed the bottle of lube he set out, wetting his fingers thoroughly before reaching down.

Tony'd opted to lay on his front, knees tucked under his hips for better access. Thank god for a nanite bed - they'd developed the tech to aid healing times and recovery after surgery and intense (battles) workouts, but quickly discovered the many sexual uses for it - one of which being added support for Tony's joints.

Peter traced over his hole, toying with him a moment. He very rarely topped in general, but he'd be willing to do it for the rest of his life if it meant he could see Tony like this. He was already so sensitive, gasping and rocking back into the attention. Peter laughed, gripping Tony's hip harder and steeling him before teasing his rim. He was so gentle - just barely dipping in with his index finger before massaging around and pulling back out. He wanted this to be good for Tony, not just a check off his bucket list.

Tony keened, hips pushing back into Peter's fingers. Greedy. "Relax, T. Let me do the work, okay baby?" All he received was a high whimper in response.

Peter laughed, rolling his eyes as he finally gave Tony what he wanted - he thrust two fingers in, careful not to go too deep to fast. Tony moaned, pitchy and high in his throat. It was so much better than he remembered.

Peter kneaded Tony's ass with his free hand, mouthing praise into his beautiful cheeks. Who knew he'd be such a service top? Peter certainly didn't, but he was definitely enjoying it.

He twisted his fingers, feeling around for Tony's prostate. When he found it he pushed, gently, redirecting his attention toward giving Tony the best prostate massage of his life. Tony instantly jumped, gasping into the sensation. Peter's fingers were just long enough to reach, just dextrous enough to keep him on edge. Tony fisted at the sheets, at Peter's shoulder - it was so much. Why did he ever stop bottoming?

He rediscovered his voice shortly after. "Fuck, Pete baby please, need you to fuck me now. Wanna cum on your cock, can't wait anymore. Please baby, please, need you." He was babbling, desperate and not willing to hide it anymore.

Peter, nearly as fucked out, conceeded. They were planning on going multiple times tonight, anyway, why not get the first orgasm out of the way? He pulled his fingers from Tony, wiping them off on one of the nearby towels. Good job, Parker.

Tony whined at the emptiness, still so unabashedly needy. Peter smiled to himself. He'd never seen Tony like this before, and he was so happy he was the one to do this to him. Tony was known for his stoicism and poker face - for Peter to be able to tear that wall down so easily? It was a pride point, for sure.

He reached for the bottle of lube again, coating himself in the cool liquid as he stroked. It didn't take much to get him ready - he felt like he'd been hard for eons, and wasn't thrilled with the whole "waiting" thing.

Peter rubbed over his hole again, smirking when Tony instinctively clenched around nothing. He sat up on his knees, easing himself into the man in front of him. Tony immediately dropped from his elbows, moaning as Peter sank all the way inside. It was so much better than he'd imagined - Peter wasn't particularly lengthy or girthy, but it felt like he was made for Tony. Designed specifically to fuck into Tony's hole, and to wreck him as he did it.

It literally brought Tony to his knees, arching back into Peter's touch and begging him to move. "Please, Peter, baby, give it to me. I can take it, whatever you give me, please, just please I need you to move. I need you to fuck me, baby, please."

it was enough to convince Peter. He pulled back, forcing himself all the way back with a quick snap of his hips. Tony moaned, broken and desperate. It was slowly becoming his mo - who knew Tony Stark was such a slut for his baby's cock, for his cum?

Apparently Peter'd been thinking out loud. He tended to do that during sex - couldn't keep his mouth shut, and whatever "filter" he had completely flew out the window. "Yeah? You like it when I fuck you, T? Like the idea of me cumming inside your pretty little hole? Wanna feel my cum leak out of you, baby? How much do you think i'll give you today, hmm? You do the math on it? I did. I did a whole fuck ton, just to see how much I'd give you.

"You wanna know how much cum I'll give you, T? Hmm? Math says it'll be 1000 mils the first time, can you imagine that? One thousand mililiters of cum, in your pretty little hole. Leaking out, drippin' all down your thighs? You're such a slut, can't even stay tight long enough to hold my cum inside. What a little cockslut, you are. Who would've thought?

"We already know how many times I can go. What was our max, like 8? Imagine eight of those fat loads inside you, love. Can you feel it? Can you feel me inside you? You're so tight, Tony, but you won't be when I'm done with you. No, I'm gonna stuff you full and leave you like this, leave you to feel as it runs out of you.

"Or maybe, maybe, I'll leave you here. I'll wipe you off, get you all clean. Then maybe I'll run over, grab one of our plugs. Plug your pretty little ass, leave you full of my cum. How about that? You like the sound of that?"

He did, by god Tony did. The sound of it, the sheer idea of being so full, so heavy with Peter's cum inside him... being plugged, and left to suffer..

It had him cumming embarassingly early. Tony typically prided himself on his stamina - stamina that was nonexistent with Peter's words.

He came, slack and broken, with Peter's name on his lips. He felt his own cum splatter on his stomach. It was pathetic, it was nothing compared to what Peter was going to give him. It was humiliating in the best way imaginable.

Peter groaned, gritting his teeth as he felt Tony tighten through his orgasm. It was too much, he was so on edge after waiting so long.

It was nearly painful when he finally came. He could feel his balls tighten, feel the fluid flowing through him and spraying out the other side. He felt like a fucking firehose, orgasm lasting nearly a full minute.

He felt like a popped balloon after, useless after being so thoroughly empty.

It was made perfectly fine, though, by Tony's rising stomach.

This might have been the first load, and it was probably going to be the biggest of them all, but Peter was still shocked at just how much of an impact it made. Tony's stomach grew, near a solid inch as Peter continued pumping into him. The more he thrust, the larger he got - Peter continued to thrust into him until it was painful.

When he pulled out, a healthy amount surged from Tony's abused hole, covering the sheets beneath them. Peter snagged a towel in time to catch it, not wanting it to soak through to the mattress. It took several to handle the mess in front of him, and by the time he was done Tony was nearly asleep.

Peter stood, walking over to their dresser. He opened the top drawer, removing one of their smaller plugs. There was zero resistence when he slid it inside Tony, preventing the rest of him from escaping.

Tony hummed, content. "When do you think you'll be ready to go again? Because I definitely need a nap." He hadn't opened his eyes, but he still blindly reached out for Peter.

He smiled, sinking down into Tony's arms. "Wake me up when you do. I'll be ready."

[firethatgrewsolow]

Hey guys! Here’s part one of a more than fantastic little tale from my dear, dear friend @whisper-to-thunder.  Please enjoy - I know I did! <333  Thank you, doll!  LOVE IT.

A gift for the lovely @firethatgrewsolow​. Part one is written from the Golden God’s POV. NSFW.

April 1995

Philadelphia Ritz-Carlton

There she was again, flitting around his dressing room doing God-knows-what. Probably completing some goddamned checklist he’s given her. Jimmy, ever the perfectionist. Everything had to be just fucking so, God forbid someone disturbed his pre-show rituals. Although I do have to admit, she’s been able to keep him on a fairly short leash as far as the shows are concerned. He’s on time for rehearsals and doesn’t start on the booze until after we’re finished. Suppose that’s all I can ask at this point.

There was something vaguely familiar about her–something that’s been on the very precipice of my mind since Jimmy introduced me to Janine, his ‘personal assistant.’ No, Robert, she’s not available to help with other duties. I’m paying her directly to handle all of my personal matters during the tour, which assuredly keeps her quite occupied.

Personal assistant my bloody arse, I thought. There’s no way that he’s not fucking her.

I had intended to visit some local clubs after tonight’s show, but I ended up having quite the number of drinks with Jimmy in the hotel bar. Not surprisingly, I was chatting with some of the roadies when I noticed Janine basically hauling Jimmy back up to his suite upstairs. No cock for you tonight, Janine, your ‘employer’ is past fifty and assuredly has a thorough case of whiskey dick.

Before heading back to my own room, I noticed Janine standing on the outdoor deck of the bar, smoking a cigarette and looking most…unsatisfied. Perhaps I should investigate this matter further. I ordered two drinks and made my way over to her.

“Oi, Janine,” I remarked. “Lovely night, innit? Care for a drink?”

She turned ‘round, and I felt an odd sense of deja vu. Where have I seen you before….

“Oh, Robert,” she replied. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were still here. And yes, I’d absolutely love a fucking drink right now.” She took the drink from my hand and much to my surprise, quickly downed it. Ah, so I was correct after all.

“Rough night?” I inquired. Rough night as in your boyfriend’s cock is broken.

“In a way, yes,” she affirmed. “Jimmy had a lot of…errands…that I needed to attend to tonight, and I’m just now finished.”

You’re full of shit, Janine. Perhaps I’ll make my move now…

“Ah, so you’re no longer obligated to the Dark Lord for the night?”

Janine laughed, taking a long drag from her cigarette. “One could say that.”

“Ah, quite good. So, since you have no other obligations tonight, perhaps you could come upstairs and keep an old man some company?” Almost there, Robert. She’ll be riding me in no time at all.

“What? Oh hell no,” she exclaimed. “Certainly not.”

WOT?

“Oh luv, wot do you mean? Come on, it’s nothing serious. Just a quick stress relief, well perhaps not quick…unless that’s wot you prefer. I just noticed that you seem a little tense, and I just so happen to have just the remedy right here…”

She sighed, exhaling the smoke from her cigarette into the night air. “Robert. Really? This ended poorly last time, and I have no desire to deal with poor treatment.”

“Last time? Wot do you mean?” I exclaimed. Ok, so I have met her before.

“Don’t you remember? Chicago, the last night, on the ‘77 tour. I’d gone backstage with Jimmy before the show, but he apparently had…indulged…in too much, and in the melee I ended up wandering around, completely confused. You…you found me, and we ended up back in your room…”

Finally, I could put two and two together. Ahhh yes, now I remember. That night back in ‘77, New York. Christ, Jim, he was worse for wear during the whole tour. It’s a wonder…a wonder that he’s still here after all of that. Food poisoning…Christ almighty, does anyone actually believe that?

Yes, yes, I remember Janine now.

April 10, 1977

I saw her there, a pretty little thing with slightly puffy blue eyes. Long dark blonde hair, perky little tits barely covered with a beaded crop top, and arse that a man can really grab on to.

I was worried about Jimmy, but Peter assured me that they had Badgley sorting him out and that he’d be fine in a few hours. Christ, what the fuck did he take? That bloody wanker ruined our show tonight. Perhaps I could use a pleasant distraction. Let’s see wot has this lovely thing in such a state.

“Hello there, love,” I greeted, placing my hand on her waist. “Everything alright?”

She jerked; I must have startled her. “Umm…sorry, I just…I’m not exactly sure what’s going on…I was supposed to wait back here for Jimmy, and…”

Damage control, Robert, that’s what Peter would do if he wasn’t all tied up with the disheveled dark lord right now. “Ah, love, say no more. Our Jimmy ended up eating a bad batch of ribs this afternoon, and well you know wot comes of that. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, we have a doctor with him right now. He’ll be fine in the morning.”

“Oh,” she responded, the sadness evident in her tone.

Now wot kind of man would I be if I let this pretty little bird end her night on a sad note? Sir Robert, defender of forlorn beauties left high and dry by less than considerate junkies.

“There, there, luv,” I consoled. “Why don’t you come with me? No sense in ruining your night, after all, and I would much like the company…”

The spark lit up in her eyes in an instant. Within twenty minutes’ time, she was back in my suite at the Ritz-Carlton, naked in my bed and begging for my cock. Oh, she was quite something. It didn’t take much to seduce her, in fact, as soon as I’d locked the door behind us, her lips were against my throat while her hand was down me trousers. Yes, yes little girl, stroke it just like that. Ahh ahh ahh, no more touching until I can see those great tits of yours. Take it all off and get on that bed, luv. Yes, spread nice and wide for me…what a beautiful wet pussy. Is that all for me? Oh yes, ‘course it is, innit?

And so responsive too…I’d barely licked that hard tiny clit of hers before she was coming all around my fingers. What a delight you’ve missed here, Jim. Too bad, your loss. I took her the first time with her on top, as I often do, just to let her know wot exactly she’s working with for the night. Let her control the pace, let me see how much she can take. Little Janine was so hungry for me, that much was obvious. We ended up fucking three, maybe four times, until the morning. It didn’t take too much pot for me to convince her to let me take her from the back. Christ, I had her screaming my name over and over while I pounded my prick into that marvelous tight quim of hers. To top it all off, she sucked me off the next morning while I enjoyed room service breakfast and the morning paper. Bloody fucking hell, I had no more cum left in me balls after that night.

I’d intended to bring her along with me, at least for a little while, but then Audrey rang and was apparently on her way from Dallas. Alas, little Janine, you’ll have to be on your way. I told Cole to tell her some bullshit story about Peter wanting no distractions on the tour due to Jimmy’s condition, and gave him a few hundred dollars to put her up in a nice hotel room overnight, buy her a nice dinner, and get her on the next first class flight back home to Cincinnati the next morning. Yes, I felt a little bad for her, but I did give her quite the ride and more than four orgasms.

“Wot do you mean things ended up poorly?” I asked, confused. “I thought you had a good time, well, you know, at least four orgasms’ worth of a good time.”

The look on her face told me that she was completely furious. Wot did I do?

“You asshole. You take me back to your room for a romp and then have your road manager kick me out, leaving me at the Greyhound stop with a fucking overnight bus ticket, a fucking pack of Twinkies, and a goddamn can of Coke? Do you treat all groupies like cheap whores? I was stuck at that fucking disgusting bus station for nine hours, Robert,” she angrily spat.

Richard Cole, you fucking bloody cunt.

She stormed off before I quickly caught up to her, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around, holding her in place. “Janine, wait. Let me explain.”

To be continued…