7. Just One Kiss(pt.2) |Starker (smut)

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Peter stood up, surprised. "I'm sorry Mr. Stark. I, I uh. I just got in from my rounds. I didn't even know you were awake."

Tony turned to face him. "I'm always awake around this time. You, however, should've been home a while ago and you know it."

"I didn't mean to get home so late. I just lost track of time I guess. It won't happen again, Mr. Stark."

"Alright kid, stop calling me Mr. Stark. My name is Tony. No one calls me Mr. Stark except you."

"I- but Mr. Sta-I mean Tony, isn't it kind of informal to call you Tony?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "No. It isn't. Would you just stop calling me that? Please."

Peter nodded and moved slowly towards the older man. "I have a question."

Tony sighed and took a sip of his drink. He busied himself with pouring more whiskey and putting the bottle back in the cabinet. "Peter, if you ask me to kiss you again, I might scream."

Peter's eyes widened. "No, no. Nothing like that. I was wondering if you enjoyed the kiss. Because, I uh, I enjoyed it. More than I like to admit actually..."

Tony took a step back, his eyebrows raised. "You- you what?"

"I uh, n-nothing. It's not important anyway. I shouldn't have said anything. You can get back to drinking your whiskey and working and I'll go to bed. Goodnight Mr... Aha... um. Goodnight Tony." Peter practically ran towards the corridor to his room.

"Pete wait! Come back. We've gotta talk about this sooner or later. And now, while no one is awake, is probably the best time. Come here." Tony's voice was soft, almost pleading.

Peter turned around. "I'm really really sorry Tony. I- I shouldn't have asked for that kiss. As you said, you're forty-eight and I'm seventeen. I really shouldn't be having this crush. But neither should you. What even is there to talk about, anyway? It was a kiss that shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry. Goodnight."

He walked away, despite Tony's calls to come back. He went into his room and locked the door. "FRIDAY, don't let him in here, please."

The AI didn't respond, but judging by the way the room got quieter, he knew she wouldn't.

Peter crawled under the comforter on his bed and curled into the fetal position. Asking him for a kiss just made everything worse, and Tony knew it too. But there was nothing to be done now.

A tentative knock came at the door, and Peter ignored it, knowing who it was.

"Kid, please. I'm not mad. I promise I'm not. I was just shocked that you of all people would ask me something so blunt. I was surprised and scared and I honestly just didn't know how to answer. Would you please let me in? We really do have to talk about this thing we have going, whatever this is."

When Tony didn't hear Peter respond, he did what Peter knew he would do next.

"FRIDAY, unlock the door. I need to talk to him."

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, sir. Peter told me not to let you in," she answered softly, and Peter sniffled a little bit.

"No, actually, FRIDAY, let him in. There isn't much I can make worse, so unlock the door please FRIDAY."

The mechanical clicking of the lock turned and then Tony was in his room and on his bed and he smelled like whiskey and metal and sweat. Peter turned towards the wall so he didn't have to look at him.

Tony put a hand on his shoulder and Peter jumped. When he spoke, his voice shook with unwanted tears. "Don't touch me. This shouldn't even be happening. You can go back down to your workshop and pretend like the kiss didn't even happen. Whatever we have shouldn't be a thing. You and I both know it, Mr. Stark. I don't even know why you followed me here."

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