#starkerborn

[peterparkers7evilexes]

okay but I can't stop thinking about Peter introducing harry to tony and tony seeing the boy and being so reminded of himself at that age and his relationship with howard (yes that's what I'm implying) that he has to have the boy. harry obviously has major daddy issues and tony has a thing for taking good care of broken boys that they, and peter, work perfectly. please, I just want to see harry happy for once.

Y’all ridin the same wavelength and i’m here for it. I love finding my Harry some happiness.

When Harry goes a week without laughing, only the faintest of pained smiles at Peter’s dumb jokes, Peter says he has a plan to ‘cheer Harry up’, which sounds vaguely ominous.

“Stark Tower?” Harry says incredulously, looking up at the massive skyscraper, raising an eyebrow at Peter.

“C'mon,” Peter says, taking him by the hand and dragging him in.

Peter leads them to the lab where his internship is, and Harry startles when he sees Tony Stark himself stooped over a workbench, welding massive joints of metal together. He looks like a totally different man - nothing like the posturing playboy Harry's seen at galas and conferences.

Stark looks at them and grins, shutting his tools down and straightening up. As he comes over to greet them, Harry can't help but stare at the thin black tank clinging to his broad chest, his eyes tracing the faint glow of his arc reactor the sheen of sweat down his shoulders and over his bulging biceps. To his side, Peter giggles and gives him a sly little smirk, and Harry stamps on his foot.

“Pete, hey. You didn't say you'd be bringing a friend.” Stark claps a friendly hand onto Peter's shoulder, pulling him into his side for a hug, and Harry bristles, any attraction giving way to a sharp sting of possessiveness.

“It's a pleasure, Mr. Stark,” Harry says coolly, watching the way Stark's fingers curl ever tighter around Peter's bony shoulders.

Stark laughs and shakes his hand genially. “No need to be so formal, Harry. Any friend of Pete's is a friend here.”

As it turns out, Stark seems to mean it. He gladly shows Harry around the lab, never once bringing up his father or OsCorp, never making him feel stupid. Harry finds himself drawn in by the man’s charm and - he sees the appeal, he has to reluctantly admit.

He starts coming over to Stark Tower with Peter more regularly, and to his amazement, Tony Stark genuinely seems to take a shine to him. He watches as Tony grasps Peter by the back of the neck, looking over his shoulder at his programming and idly imagines it's him, thinks about Tony pushing him down over his workbench and fucking him, murmuring sweet, filthy words of praise, even pictures Peter sitting on the table beside them, kicking his legs and watching with his bright smile on his face.

And then one day Norman goes too far and Harry has nowhere to go - he can't think and he's running to the subway, his vision blurred with tears and he finds himself standing in front of Stark Tower.

He lets himself up with the access code Tony gave him and his feet take him to the lab, a place Harry now associates with safety and being wanted. He can already feel himself calming down, the anxiety slowly ebbing away, but he's still unfocused enough that he walks right into the lab without knocking.

“Harry!”

He blinks, staring in shock as he meets Peter's eyes, his best friend sitting in Tony's lap and currently impaled on cock. Harry’s frozen in place, his eyes hungrily drinking him in. Peter's naked, his skin flushed with exertion and arousal, his lips bitten pink and wet. Between his plump asscheeks, he can see the thick base of Tony's cock buried deep and snug inside Peter, splitting him open. The man himself is still mostly dressed, his usual black tank clinging to his chest and jeans still bunched around his dark thighs.

As Harry looks up at Tony, the older man gives him an unbothered grin, then actually thrusts up into Peter's ass, dragging a startled mewl from him. “Everything okay, Harry?”

The question knocks Harry back to himself and, despite his now rock hard dick, he finds himself crying again in the worst possible situation.

“Not really,” he says miserably, ducking his head, humiliated as tears roll down his cheeks.

There's a murmured curse, then the shifting of fabric and the chair squeaking, and then Harry finds himself being embraced by Tony and Peter. “Hey, Har, you're okay,” Peter says, pressing his forehead against Harry's, uncaring that he's still totally naked.

“You're staying here tonight,” Tony says in a firm voice, gently guiding Harry to the sofa in the corner of the lab. “Have you eaten yet, Harry?”

Overwhelmed and anxious again, Harry just shakes his head. He watches in some detached amazement as Peter and Tony immediately take care of him exactly the way he needs. Peter wraps his skinny arms around his waist and cuddles up to him, telling Harry stupid knock-knock jokes until he laughs. Tony tends to him like a mother hen, ordering from Harry's favorite Thai place and giving him a thick blanket and pillows.

Eventually, Harry relaxes enough that there's room for embarrassment in his head again. “I'm so sorry about walking in on you two,” he grimaces.

“You didn't seem to hate it,” Tony says with a pointed grin, leaning back in his seat.

Harry flushes and shrugs. Fuck it. “It's hot. I'd fuck both of you. Whatever.”

Peter leans forward into his space suddenly, eager and delighted. “Wait. You really mean that, Harry?” He looks at Tony gloatingly. “See, I told you he wanted to fuck you too. Dumb old man.”

Harry looks between them, bewildered. “He's Tony Stark, Pete.”

When Peter flips Tony a triumphant middle finger, Tony just rolls his eyes, but the corner of his lips are upturned. “All this is to say, I think we're propositioning you. Not tonight,” he adds hastily, “but when you're in a more emotionally safe place. And only if you wanted it, of course.”

The tenderness that wells up in Harry's heart is nearly enough to make his eyes sting again. He can't remember his own father ever concerning himself with his son's emotional well-being. “Yes. Yes. But, um,” he thinks about the scene he'd walked in on, his dick twitching in his jeans. “I wouldn't say no to watching the both of you finishing what you were doing tonight. Just as a primer, of course.”

“Oh, of course,” Tony agrees silkily, squeezing Harry's shoulder meaningfully. The gesture sends a shiver down his spine.

Without delay, Peter's naked again and straddling Tony's lap, beaming at Harry. “Thank God,” he says loudly. “Thought I was gonna have to jerk myself off tonight thinking about you two assholes finally fucking.”

“Would you like to help me shut him up?” Tony asks politely, tangling his fingers through Peter's hair to hold him still.

“Yes, sir,” Harry says with a smirk, and he pushes himself up to press his lips against Peter's, Tony's voice warm in his ear.