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whenstarkerwillbecanon · 4 years ago

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l'd Love It If We Made It

Summary: Just Tony and Peter loving each other

Warnings: Shitty One Shot, fluff.

Highschool AU so I can write about young Robert Downey Jr. So here's this little drabble/ficlet to escape my writer's block and to practise dialogue (a weak spot)

Btw this took me so long for how bad this is. Anyways, enjoy.

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Tony Stark hid a little part of himself, an extremely romantic one, up his sleeve. Peter realised when they started dating, when Tony lent him his letterman jacket when it was cold- he knew how that was just Tony wanting everyone to know he was his, the name 'Stark' in the back of the jacket as a silent deadly threat- and when Tony would find a way to touch him in any situation, either putting his hand on his back pocket or caressing the hair in his nape, and it killed him every time.

That day, he had promised to take him somewhere after school. Just that. He didn't say anything else.

So that Friday afternoon, he walked out of the school, taking off his multiple rings and changing them to a different finger in nervousness, looking for the red Volvo Tony stole from his dad- I didn't stole it, he explained when Peter asked, he just gave up this baby for minor damages. It was totally forgotten in the garage, he didn't even realise I took it.

When his eyes finally leaned on his boyfriend, he couldn't help but giggle at the man with sunglasses and a leather jacket that was resting with his back on the car doors, looking all tough.

Peter loved knowing how his cheeks would go pink as he melted in his hands while everyone said that getting on a fight with Stark would end up in him kicking their asses to the hospital.

He walked to the car, looking how Tony's face transformed from a serious expression into the brightest smile, taking off his glasses.

"Looking gorgeous, aren't we?" He asked with that look that made Peter's heart ache, beaming gracefully as he hugged him slightly, letting Peter get close to him.

"It's a disease. Chronical" he informed with confidence. "You might have it too"

Tony tilted his head like a puppy, pretending to consider it before squeezing his boyfriend's hips. "Maybe"

Peter wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, making the tip of their noses brush, both of them smiling like the idiots in love they were. He moved his head forward, close enough to feel each other's lips, but not more.

"I missed you" Peter whispered.

"We were together like four hours ago"

"Four long hours"

Peter's soft voice was like a kitten's purr, all sweet and unctous against his mouth, his warm breath tickling his face. It was a damn wet dream.

"If you keep doing this, I'm going to fuck you here in front of everyone" he warned.

"I wouldn't mind that much" Peter whispered, looking fondly in his eyes.

"I'm sure you wouldn't, you dirty little slut" Tony said playfully, running one of his hands lower, getting a little giggle in return.

They were reminded of the current location by a few students whistling at them.

"Should we get into the car?" Tony asked, his hands back in his hips as he kissed the boy's forehead.

"Where are we going?" Peter asked, curious.

"It's a surprise, sweetheart" Tony said, going to the other side just to open Peter's door.

He rolled his eyes as he got in.

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"Ohh, it's a good one, turn it up" Tony said when he heard the beginning of The Chain.

He had been driving for nearly twenty minutes, the night already falling over them as they listened to music and sang so badly that dogs howled at their voices.

Peter remembers how one of their first interactions consisted in Tony sitting by his side when the teacher was late, and just talking about music- it was so fun. Peter would go "The Smiths?" And Tony would go "Yeah. ACDC?" Going back and forth between bands or songs they liked and whenever one of them shook their heads, the other would take his phone and lend an earphone. Find someone with good taste in music was actually really hard.

They were driving through the city lights with the music at full volume, the windows open letting the wind mess their hair.

"AND IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NOW, YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ME AGAIN" They yelled the lyrics bouncing their heads to the rythm of the music. "I CAN STILL HEAR YOU SAYING YOU WILL NEVER BREAK THE CHAIN"

"Dumbass" Peter laughed when in a red light, Tony used the steering wheel as a battery when the song was ending.

When Peter tried to figure out where they were, he saw the Hollywood sign in the hills.

They entered a Mc Donald's drive through.

"Now that's romantic" Peter commented with sarcasm.

"I'm doing a little stop and then I'll take you to the real place" Tony simply told him, lowering the music.

They waited for the food between little chats about their week and about the winter break, a subject they always ended up arguing about.

"You could come home for Christmas" Peter told Tony, once again, seeing how he rested his head against the head restraints with exasperation. "I don't think May will care"

"Honey, it's just a christian celebration. There's nothing special"

"But you could spend it with us. I don't want you to be with your father again-"

"Peter, if I stay two days or three weeks at your place will never stop Howard Stark from being an absolute asshole"

"I know, but it's Christmas" he got frustrated just to think about how Tony's family's Christmas celebration would always end up in some kind of argument and fucking everything up. He loved spending Christmas with May, going shopping for presents and cooking and watching Home alone and the feeling of home he felt with his aunt. He wished Tony could also live that. "Just think about it. Please"

Tony looked into Peter's eyes. The hazel puppy eyes he adored so much, that could bend his whole world view, his morality and all his beliefs, willing to kill, to torture or to die for him.

His eyes had that kind of power. And for such great power, Peter barely used it.

And to be honest, the idea of seeing his baby Peter smile for an entire day was pretty tempting.

"I'll think about it" he surrendered.

They got the food and drove for a few minutes in comfortable silence, until Tony parked in the middle of the darkness and turned off the car.

"I'm going to need you to cover your eyes" Tony said.

"Wow, back off, Mr. I'd like to do a few things before being murdered by my boyfriend in the middle of fucking Hollywood"

"C'mon, drama queen. Cover your eyes" Tony insisted, handing him a scarf.

He put it on and got out of the car.

"Is this some kind of training for when we're old and married and I'm just blind and you'll have to carry me everywhere?"

"Don't want you to bump into Betty the cow" Peter snorted with a violent attack of laughter that made both of them stop, rven when the joke wasn't funny at all.

"C'mon, it's just a few steps"

The path under his feet felt steep. He tried to find a sound that would reveal the place they were in without opening his eyes, but he could only hear a distant sound of cars and a few crickets.

"I'm genuienly terrified of where you are taking me" Peter exaggerated.

"We're already here. Just stay for a second and I'll bring the stuff I forgot in the car"

"No way" Peter demanded, clinging into Tony's arm, the one that he held onto to walk in the darkness. "What if someone appears and kidnaps me and then he kills me?"

"God, with that anxiety, some therapy wouldn't do you any harm"

"Not that you can talk"

It was true. Both of them had shitty lives. Peter's parents were dead, Tony's stayed alive to make sure his life would be miserable. With all the daddy issues, Peter's fear of abandonment and Tony's anger issues, therapy wasn't a bad idea.

But that's for another day.

"We're going back up, take care of where you're stepping" Tony said.

"Baby, I would if I could fucking see"

"I should have brought another scarf for your mouth"

"Kinky" Peter smiled.

He could feel Tony shaking his head by his side.

When they were there, Tony asked him to sit down for a minute so he could organize everything. Peter heard a few clicks, a radio and the sound of the trees moving for the wind.

"That's it" Tony said, and Peter loved how he could hear the smile in his face.

He felt him untie his scarf and Peter looked at the view.

The lights illuminated the whole city, little buildings and little trees in a doll size from their point of view. In front of him, there was this little picnic with candles and two blankets. "Friday I'm in love" was playing in the speakers.

"So, it's not the most fancy date-"

"Absolutely"

"It's not the most original one-"

"By far"

"But do you like it?"

Peter stared at Tony, trying to keep his eyes on his instead of looking at every part of him, like he hadn't touched him and watched him for nearly a year. He just didn't get tired of admiring Tony's beauty, plumped lips and hypnotizing eyes.

"It's perfect"

Tony grinned and pulled Peter in a kiss, his hands in his cold cheeks, his fingertips brushing the skin from time to time. Peter hugged him under his arms, trying to be as close as he could. Distance was overrated anyways.

"God, I love you so much" Tony muttered, as if he was hurt. As if loving was harder than hate, and as if Peter was just torturing him to death.

"I love you too" Peter said back.

When they were like this, nothing else mattered.

Peter tried to ignore the fact that everyone who he ever loved ended up leaving in some way.

Tony ignored the fact that nobody ever loved him until Peter came, and therefore, he would never last.

They both ignored how fucked up their lives where. How much life owed them and how they probably wouldn't go to heaven. How hard it was gonna be to leave for college and start living by themselves.

When they were like this, everything vanished. The only remaining were love and care. Were dumb conversations and midnight playlists. Fucks in the back of the car and kisses in the school's lockers.

The concept of life seemed blurry whenever they would dive in each other's mouths, in each other's arms, in each other.

And as Tony looked at the man he fell in love with a few months ago, he could imagine an eternity of Peter without getting bored.

And Peter could do exactly the same.

"I don't deserve you" Tony confessed, kissing gently his cheeks, the moist of his lips making Peter blush.

"You do. You just don't realise yet" Peter's fingers ran over his bottom lip before he could kiss his neck. His boyfriend shivered at the contact of his skin with Peter's cold rings.

"I don't. I'm so broken" he took advantage of the position to say things he wouldn't dare when looking him in the eyes. "My father is an asshole and I'm going to be an asshole too. You can't just break the wheel. It has been going on for generations. I can't be the exception"

"You can. You will."

Peter rested his head in Tony's as the other kissed his neck, biting softly. He couldn't just tell him how devoted he was to him the same way he talked to everyone else. Because Peter wasn't like everyone else.

From the moment he saw him, biting his nails, with his cute little sweater and some of his curls resting on his face, he was convinced he wasn't human. And as he talked to him, that belief remained true to him. Peter saw people as human beings. Some of them did wrong and right, yeah, but at the end of the day he was aware that they were trying their best to survive in a jungle, with no map, no compass and no explanations, never knowing where the danger was and where it wasn't- with a few exceptions, of course. He saw everyone as actual human beings, and ironically, he was the furthest from a human being as he could possibly be.

Peter was like the warmth he felt when watching a movie with his mother in winter when he was young. And he was obsessed with they way his eyes would fall on something and the corners of his mouth would rise making the most beautiful smile he's ever seen. And he loved how he looked like a quirky sweet boy, with all his rings and colorful sweaters, and how he could always find beauty, even in a useless pile of trash. And Peter wasn't a person, he was a soul. A blue, spilling, alive soul that tasted like a hot drink in the middle of winter and he felt like a fucking epiphany.

How could he ever explain something like that to him?

The bitterness of his frustration infested his heart.

"Tony..." Peter started, the tone of his voice was insecure, doubtful. "When the world was distributing life traumas, they emptied a bag of them on you"

Tony snorted, face still hidden in Peter's neck.

"But you're not like that. It's not your fault, no matter what Howard says, and you lost time you'll never get back."

Peter placed his hands on Tony's face, his watered eyes looking at him broke his heart

"I love you." He tried to express it as much as he physically could. "I love you. And it makes me feel so useless the fact that I can't do anything about it, because I would fight to death everyone that ever hurt you just to bring some peace of mind to you and me. Because I love you. More than anything"

He saw a little tear falling from Tony's eyes. He wiped it with one of his fingers, feeling how tears appeared in his eyes too.

"Fuck, I'm not used to crying" he chuckles a little, gasping. Peter laughed, taking his hands off Tony's face.

"Can't relate" Peter said, grinning.

They stared at the view for some time, trying to calm the hurricane of feelings and thoughts they had.

"Goddamn, kid, you make me so emotional" Peter's laugh reached his ears. "I can't believe I ignored a cheeseburger for you and in return you make me cry"

"I absolutely forgot about the food, fuck"

They ate in silence, listening to the music playing in the speakers- Tony wasn't going to admit to Peter that he liked, too, Taylor Swift's acoustic songs, specially Evermore's.

When Peter took his phone realising they listened to the entire album between little chats, he looked at the messages May sent him twenty minutes ago, asking if he was on the way.

"It's already half past ten" Peter told Tony, who was biting the plastic straw on his drink. "We should get back"

As they drove by the closed shops, empty streets and drunken people, Peter felt quiet. So quiet he could cry.

"Supercut" by Lorde was playing. Peter felt the wind in his fingers, forcing his hand to get back in the car. And the weight of the world feel on him and he wanted to cry but Tony was there so if the world ended at least they'll die that together.

"Nothing matters when I'm with you" Peter said to the sleepy city.

Tony felt himself die with that phrase.

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