there's something 'bout the way (the street looks when it's just rained)

by papermacherainbow

Summary:

Peter had always liked the way pavement looked after a rainstorm. The way the street lights flicker in the tiny ponds that potholes make and the soft fairy-like glow of the moon on asphalt. There’s something magical about it that he’d never been able to place.

It seems even more magical tonight for some reason.

Five years without Tony, a gauntlet-burnt healing arm, and superhero burnout send Peter to MIT to get his degree. A late-night drive, a lookout point, and a rain storm might just make it all worth it.

Notes:

PParkerBingo SFW N5 | Fix It • NSFW I4 | Multiple Orgasms
Starker Battleship Round 1 Team Stark | Kissing In The Rain

Peter had always liked the way pavement looked after a rainstorm. The way the street lights flicker in the tiny ponds that potholes make and the soft fairy-like glow of the moon on asphalt. There’s something magical about it that he’d never been able to place. 

It seems even more magical tonight for some reason.

“You know you didn’t have to wait for me,” he says.

Tony shrugs, hands in his pockets. “You know me, Pete. I’ve always got work to do,”

“I still can’t believe you're here,” he says, shaking his head. “I mean, you’re gone for five years, and then the first thing you do is become an MIT professor?”

He shrugs again, looking up at the evening sky. “Sometimes priorities change,”

His stomach flips at the words. Tony had been saying things like that more often now. He couldn’t help but agree. He knows all his priorities changed the moment Tony faded to dust in his arms. He almost hadn’t survived with how fixated he had been on getting him back. Five years without Tony had been five years too long, and he had been starting to go insane. Thank god for Scott Lang and time travel. 

“You’re one to talk, you know,” Tony chuckles. “Can’t believe you’re just now starting college,”

He shrugs. “People needed Spider-Man more than I needed a degree,”

They’ve reached the car now. Peter wishes he could be brave enough to do something stupid like confess his love or kiss him. He had a better chance of being brave enough to ask him to dance in the middle of the parking lot than he did of that.

“You know I’m proud of you?” Tony asks, stopping just short of the car.

“What?” Peter gulps.

“You’ve just- you grew up while I was… gone. You stepped up. You helped people. I think I would’ve run and hid away from the world,”

He opens the car door, not wanting to make eye contact lest he reveal how things really were. “I did my best,” he mutters as he gets in.

Tony gets in and starts the car, pulling out of the faculty lot. “You want to come to mine for dinner? Or are you busy tonight?”

“I could eat,” he says, trying to be casual. He desperately wants to spend more time with him.

Tony hums with a soft smile. He runs a hand through his hair and Peter can't help but stare a little. Even after five years, this man can make him want him absentmindedly. He doesn’t even realize the effect he has on him.

“Actually… I found this great little lookout spot. Feel like a burger and a drive?” 

Peter glances at the sky. “It’s going to rain again,”

“We’ve got a car!” he laughs. “Come on, it’ll be fun,”

And, of course, his answer is- “Yeah, okay,”

Because Tony could take his hand and drag him head first into anything and he would follow. Hell, he had followed him. Into space. Into battle. Into-

“How’s your arm doing?”

Peter rolls his shoulder experimentally, glancing down at the scars across his skin. “It’s alright. Slowly, it’s getting there. I think it’s mostly superficial at this point. It’s just exhausting eating enough to keep up with the healing,”

Tony glances over at him, his brows furrowed. “I still can’t believe you used the glove,“ He sighs. “I’m just glad you survived,”

There’s some oddly intense emotion behind the words. “Me too,” he says softly.

They’re quiet after that. Tony pulls into a Burger King drive-through and orders enough to feed an army. And honestly Peter eats like one these days. “Dig in,” Tony encourages him. “We’ve got a bit of a drive,”

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this,” Peter says casually as he dives into the bags. 

“I know,” he hums. “How’s class been?”

Peter starts rambling off about school and Tony does it in return. It’s nice to just relax and talk about something not superhero-related. There had been enough of that since the battle. It had been so much so that it was what had finally pushed Peter to go to MIT. He needed a break. A chance to just be Peter Parker. 

He wishes he could live in this car forever. The meandering drive, the occasional flash of Tony’s smile, laughter filling the space. The only thing that would make it better would be if they were holding hands across the console. Peter’s hands almost hurt from the desire to touch. 

“Here we are,” Tony hums, pulling off to a lookout point. “The view isn’t that special, but you can see the stars,”

“Should’ve brought a telescope,” he grins as he gets out.

“Nah, we’ve seen 'em up close,” he chuckles. “Too cloudy for that tonight anyway,”

Peter hums and sits on the hood of the car, knowing this one is safe to do so, and leans back. He puts his hands behind his head as a pillow and stares up at the night sky. A few stars peek through the clouds, but mostly, it’s just nice to get fresh air and some natural quiet.

“Pete… can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” he hums, inhaling deeply. The scent of rain and damp earth surrounds him. 

“How come you never dated?”

He chokes on his exhale, suddenly coughing. He has to sit up and pound his chest a couple of times. “What?”

Tony blinks at him in surprise. “Five years is- it’s a long time, kid. You’ve never even mentioned a bad date, much less a girlfriend, so-“

“Okay, first of all, I’m gay,” he blurts out.

“You are?”

“Yes,” he scowls. Then he gestures at himself. “I’m the poster boy for a twink. How can you not tell?”

If he didn’t know better, he’d swear Tony’s cheeks turn red. “I just- you went to homecoming with Liz, so-“

“Yeah, because everyone had their sexuality figured out at fifteen,” he snorts. 

“What else?”

“Huh?”

“You said first of all. So what’s second,”

He opens his mouth and shuts it a couple of times, realizing the hole he’s dug for himself. “Um, just- I don’t know. There was just never anyone I was interested in. And being SpiderMan, trying to help people, to help Steve and Nat keep things together, it was-“ He sighs. “-it was exhausting,”

“You were a kid,” he frowns. 

“I grew up fast,” he says softly. “But don’t get your nanos in a twist. Nat didn’t let me join officially until I graduated,”

“Officially, being the keyword there,” he snorts. 

Peter grins sheepishly. “I was stubborn. They did their best,”

He hums softly, leaning against the hood and looking out over the terrain. Their arms brush, and Peter wants nothing more than to lay his head on his shoulder. The simple touch makes him just a little more brave, so he decides to push the issue.

“Why did you ask?” 

Tony stiffens beside him. Then he makes an awkward laugh and scuffs his foot along the ground. There’s a distant rumble of thunder that seems to permeate the tension between them. Is Tony… nervous?

“Um, well-“ He snorts out another awkward laugh that’s more of a puff of air. “I dunno. Just…. curious,”

Peter raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re never just curious. You’ve always got a reason,”

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Know-It-All,” he snorts.

“Come on. I tell you everything,” he says, bumping his shoulder. “Why did you want to know?”

“Aren’t you lonely?”

Peter blinks at him. “No, I’ve got you,”

Tony raises his head to look at him with trepidation. He watches in fascination as he swallows hard, and the veins in his neck bulge slightly. He’s definitely nervous. “Do you ever want… more?”

Oh, he doesn’t dare hope that means what he wants it to. “More?”

“Yeah, like… white picket fence, kids, that sort of thing. Just more,”

“I mean, of course, I do,” he says. “With the right person,”

Tony nods and stares back out at the night. “… I followed you here,”

His breath hitches. “What?”

“You’re- you’re the reason I came here,” he says softly. “After you almost… I didn’t realize- really realize how much you meant to me until- until I almost lost you,”

The sky rumbles again, matching the pounding of Peter’s heartbeat. “Tony… what are you saying?”

He sighs in defeat, then laughs in disbelief. “I’m saying I’m in love with you,” he says, looking up at him. 

“You are?” he asks, his jaw dropping. 

Tony’s eyes flash with hurt, and he looks away. “I- never mind, I shouldn’t have-“ The sky opens up before Peter can correct his stumbling. Rain starts pouring down on them, and he makes a slight squeak of surprise. “Get in the car!”

“No, wait!” he says desperately, grabbing his arm. He needs to say it now. “Tony, I’m in love with you too,”

Tony’s jaw drops, and his eyes flick over his face rapidly. Then, before he can blink, warm hands are cupping his face and lips are kissing him hard. Peter moans and slides his hands over Tony’s shoulders and up his neck, tangling one hand into the strands of hair at the nape of his neck that is already soaked from the downpour. 

They both keep tugging at each other, trying to get closer. Eventually, Tony steps between his legs and he wraps them around his waist. Their chests are pressed completely flush, and their mouths never stop moving. Peter can hardly feel the rain. He doesn’t care. It’s perfect. 

“I love you,” Tony breathes out between kisses. “So fucking much,”

“It’s always been- mm- you-“ Peter whimpers. “No one else. Never anyone else,”

“Fuck,” he hisses, somehow tugging him closer. His large hands rest on his lower back, so close to where Peter actually wants them. “You’re gonna get cold,”

“I’ll be f-f-fine,” he stutters out, even though he’s already shivering. 

“Come on, baby, let's get in the car,” he murmurs. “Your thermoregulation,”

He whines. “Don’t want to stop,”

“We don’t have to stop,” he breathes out. “But let me get you out of the rain,”

“Okay,” he whines. He expects Tony to step back and let him off of the car, but instead, he just lifts him straight up. Peter squeaks and engages some sticky so he doesn’t fall. “Tony!”

“Told you we didn’t have to stop,” he laughs. 

Somehow he gets the backdoor open and sets Peter down on the seat. He scoots over so Tony can get in, laughing at how wet they are. He’s totally shivering, his thermoregulation struggling to keep up with being wet and cold. 

“Here, let me,” Tony says absentmindedly as he leans into the front to turn the car on. “FRIDAY optimal Peter temperature, please,”

“On it, boss,”

“You’re ri-ri-ridiculous,” he shivers.

Tony laughs but also looks concerned. “Not to sound eager. But we should get you out of those wet clothes,”

“You can be eager,” he says much too quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asks breathlessly.

“Yes,”

He’s on him again in an instant, his lips somehow already warm again. They feel amazing against his cold ones, and that feeling extends to the rough, calloused hands working their way under the hem of his wet t-shirt. He doesn’t worry about a thing; just focuses on kissing Tony. He’s worried about enough the last five years he can let him take the lead. Which reminds him-

“I did it for you,”

“Hmm?” Tony asks as he finally parts long enough to peel the shirt off of him.

“Time travel,” he explains, still shivering. “I didn’t give a damn about anyone else. I just wanted you back,”

He’s not sure what he had been expecting, but it’s certainly not Tony to look at him wide-eyed before attacking him like a starving man. “Fuck,” he hisses against his mouth. “My perfect boy- mm- can’t believe you-”

The mildly curious arousal suddenly roars to a blaze. He doesn’t care that they’re soaking wet and in the back of a car. He needs this man now. He’s waited long enough.

“Tony, I need you,” he gasps out, trying to get his hands on his pants. 

“Peter-mmm- is it- I mean, we should go home-”

“Too long of a drive,” he pants. “Please, Mr- Tony,”

He growls and suddenly tugs on Peter’s curls. “What was that?”

“Sorry,” he gasps. “It’s still- it’s a habit,”

“Fuck no, I’m not mad, just- say it again,” he says, biting and kissing at his neck.

“What?”

“I liked it, kid. Do it again,”

“Fuck, Mr. Stark,” 

Tony groans into his neck, and Peter swears he can feel it in his dick. “Yeah, keeping that. Love that. Love you. We can- first time in the back of a car is fine,”

“First time, first time,” he pants.

He groans again, biting a particularly sharp hickey into his skin. “Seriously? All for me, baby? Right now?”

“Yes, please,” he whimpers. “Fuck, please, Mr. Stark. Take it. Didn’t want anyone else to have it but you,”

“God, kid,” he moans. Hands finally find his jeans and start to peel them off of him. It’s a little tricky, but Tony manages, taking his boxers right with them. Peter shivers as he’s finally bared and Tony’s eyes go wide and hungry. “Look at you, baby, fuck,”

“Your turn,” he whimpers, reaching for his suit jacket.

Tony has way more layers and bumps around the car a lot more until he finally growls out. “FRIDAY, move the damn seats up, will ya?”

Peter can’t help but giggle as the driver and passenger seat scoot all the way forward, giving them significantly more room. His giggle dies in his throat, though, when his slacks get shrugged to the floor, and he sees his cock. He can’t help the needy little whimper that escapes his throat.

Tony smirks at him. “Like what you see, baby?”

“Fuck I need you so bad,” he moans, already scooting back on the seat.

“Hold on, let me grab-” he reaches into the middle console.

“You have lube?”

“Look, it’s me. Are you really that surprised? I think all my cars come with a bottle by default at this point,”

He narrows his eyes at him. “You were hoping for car sex, weren’t you?”

Tony sighs in defeat. “Yeah, okay… wasn’t expecting to take your freaking virginity, though,”

“I’m fine with it, promise,” he says. “It’ll be a fun thing to laugh about later. Plenty of other chances to fuck in a bed,”

“You are trouble,” he mutters. Suddenly, he grabs Peter’s legs and throws one over his shoulder and the other across his lap, making him squeal in surprise. “God, you’re pretty,”

“Tony,” he whines in embarrassment, covering his face with his hands.

“Don’t think that’s my name right now, kid,” 

Peter whimpers as he hears the click of the bottle cap. “Please, Mr. Stark,”

“There we go,” he coos. “Gonna take good care of you, Petey, I promise,”

“I know,” he whines, head tilting back against the seat. “I just need it,”

A warm hand runs up his thigh and he feels lips press against his calf. “Deep breath baby, you gotta relax for me,”

He does his best to obey, inhaling and exhaling shakily a few times. He must relax enough for Tony’s liking because suddenly, there’s a wet finger pressing against his rim, and he moans.
“Have you ever even played with yourself?” Tony asks.

“No,” he whimpers.

He blows out a long puff of air. “About to flip your world upside down, kid,”

He gasps as Tony pushes his finger in, back arching off the seat with a whine. “Oh god,” he cries out, already feeling on edge.

“Oh yeah, you’re responsive,” Tony groans appreciatively. “Spider senses apply to this kiddo?”

“I- I think so,” he whines, gasping for air. “Oh my god,”

“I wonder if-”

“FUCK!”

“Yep, found it,” he grins. “That feel good, baby?”

Peter swears he’s seeing stars. The pounding of the rain on the roof of the car is deafening, and his skin feels on fire with need. He can still smell damp earth mixed with the scent of Tony’s cologne. And combined with this new, never-felt pleasure, he feels like he’s ascended to a new plane.

“More,” he whines. “Fuck, Mr. Stark, please more-”

“Oh, greedy boy,” he hums. “I thought you’d cum from just one, but you need another?”

“Yes, please,”

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmurs. 

Peter gets what he wants, and his eyes roll back at the stretch. It feels so good. He doesn’t know how he hasn’t cum yet. His stomach is already drenched in pre-cum. It just keeps building and building, and he’s not even sure he wants it to stop.

“Look at you,” Tony coos, only adding to the heat in his belly. “Taking me so well, good boy,”

“Oh,” he whimpers. He swears the air is electrified.

“Oh, we like that, huh, kid?” he grins. “You like being my good boy, Pete?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “God, please, Mr. Stark. Wanna be good for you,”

“You are baby, you’re so good,” he murmurs. “My perfect, smart, wonderful boy. You gonna give me what I want, Pete? You gonna be a good boy and cum for me, just on my fingers?”

That’s all it takes.

He can’t even make noise as he tips over the edge. His vision is white, or maybe it’s fireworks. He’s not sure. Distantly, he thinks Tony is whispering soft assurances and rubbing his leg, but even that feels a million miles away. The only thing he feels is a perfect, blinding, white-hot pleasure.

“Shh, shh, good boy, breathe, Pete, you gotta breathe-”

He takes a gasping inhale, Tony’s face suddenly coming back into vision. He’s smiling at him softly and rubbing little circles into his thigh. 

“There he is,” he hums. “Good boy, baby, how’d that feel?”

“Wow,” he gasps out. “That was-” His words die in his throat as he realizes Tony’s fingers are still pressed tightly inside him, and it still feels good. “Oh,”

He raises an eyebrow at him. “Think we’re about to test a new spidey power, kid,”

Peter’s not entirely sure what he means until he glances down and sees that his dick is still mostly hard and still leaking. “Oh god,” he moans, dropping his head back again. He’s sticky with sweat and rain but freezing cold at the same time.

“You want another? Or you ready for me?”

“Want you,” he croaks out, making grabby hands at him. “Need- need you,”

“Okay, shh, you’re okay,” he soothes. “Hate to break it to you, kid, but I don’t think missionary position is gonna work in this backseat,”

He whines. “How- how do we-”

“Can you roll over for me?” he asks gently, lowering his leg from his shoulder. “Hands and knees,”

“Kay,” he whimpers, forcing his body to move. It feels like moving through sludge, but he manages. 

“Is your arm gonna be okay?” he asks worriedly, helping him onto his hands and knees.

He puts his weight on it and tests it. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he says when there’s no pain. 

“Tell me if it changes, alright?”

“I will,” he says, moaning slightly as Tony runs a hand up his back. “Please, I just need to feel you,”

“Okay, shh, I got you, baby,”

There’s another click of the bottle cap and a squelch of lube. Peter trembles with anticipation as he waits, forcing himself to breathe. He already feels desperate again, but mostly, he just wants to feel Tony’s body draped over his. Needs to feel as close to him as possible.

When firm pressure returns to his hole, he gasps. Tony feels so much bigger than he expected, and he’s slightly worried he can’t take it. But he wants it, so he’s sure going to try.

“Nice and easy, sweetheart,” Tony murmurs, his hands on his hips to guide him. “Just let me in, and then I can hold you,”

“God, you’re big,” he whines.

He chuckles, but it’s choked by a groan of his own. “Won’t say no to the compliment,”

Peter feels like he’s being split open in the best way possible. He swears he can feel him in his throat already, and Tony just keeps pushing. Or rather pulling since he’s gently guiding Peter backward onto his cock. He’s helpless but to whimper and whine. He can’t even squirm because it’s too overwhelming. 

“Ah fuck,” Tony hisses out as he finally sinks in the whole way. “God- there we go. Good boy, shh, took me so well. You gotta- ah- you got to relax, baby, or this isn’t going to last long,”

“I’m trying,” he whines, head falling to hang between his shoulders. 

Tony’s hands run up and down his back, but it’s not enough. “Alright, shh, gonna move a little just let me-”

“Oh,” he whimpers as Tony adjusts. The movement presses him up against his prostate again, and Peter swears he almost cums again just from that. He drapes himself over his back, and Peter sighs in relief at the contact of Tony’s warmer body.

“Fuck you’re freezing, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing his shoulder. “FRIDAY, heat it up a few,”

“Just need you,” he begs. “Move, please, Tony,”

“You sure?” he murmurs. His lips are pressed right up against his ear, and Peter loves how his voice surrounds him.

“Yes, please,” he whines.

“So polite,” he chuckles. Then he pulls out and pushes back in in a long smooth stroke. “Fuck,”

“Oh my god,” Peter groans. “Fuck you feel amazing,”

“Right back at you, sweetheart,” he laughs. 

He wishes they could kiss, but Tony makes up for it. He wraps one hand around his chest and braces himself against the seat with the other. It leaves him totally enveloped by his body as he starts to fuck him, deep and slow. He kisses every inch of skin he can reach it seems. 

Peter feels like he’s in heaven. Every one of his overly-developed senses is utterly consumed by Tony. The feeling of his skin, the sound of his breath, and sweet murmurings. Even though Peter is still cold, Tony is clearly getting hot because he can practically taste the sweat on his tongue. Mixed with the scent of his cologne, it feels heady and addicting.

“Talk to me, baby,” Tony murmurs. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he whines. “Don’t stop,”

“Not gonna stop. Gonna give you everything you need,”

They’re both speaking quietly as if they talk too loud, they’ll disturb the moment. Peter has never felt so at one with someone before. Despite the grunting and whining and the slap of skin against skin, it feels strangely peaceful when combined with the soft patter of rain. It’s like Tony is fucking the last five years of stress from his body. He can feel his muscles loosen and his mind relax. He’s floating, and he never wants it to stop.

But of course, it’s still sex, and eventually, it gets to be too much.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps as he’s suddenly hit with a fresh wave of arousal. 

“Oh, is that it?” Tony hums, hitting the spot a gain. Peter lets out a choked groan. “Yeah, there we go, my sensitive boy. I’m close, think you can cum again?”

“Yeah,” he whines. “But will you- I need just a little-”

“I’m holdin’ you up, baby. You’re gonna have to do it,”

He hadn’t realized how much of his weight Tony was holding, but it explains the boneless feeling in his limbs. Still, his cock is aching for attention, so he manages to lift his better hand up and take himself in hand. The simple act is almost enough.

“It’s not gonna- mm- take much,” he gasps as he starts to stroke himself off.

“That’s alright. Me either. Whenever you want, baby, cum for me,”

Again, the command is enough to send him tipping over the edge. “Oh, I’m- fuck- Mr. Stark,”

“Oh god,” Tony groans behind him. His hips suddenly stutter, and Peter gasps as heat rushes through him.

“Yes, oh my god,” he moan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-”

Tony laughs breathlessly, smattering kisses up his neck. “You like that baby? Me filling you up?”

“Feels so good,” he whines. “S’warm,”

He snorts again, rocking his hips slightly as he comes back down from his climax. “Think you got a little too chilly there, kid,”

“M’fine,” he mumbles. “You’re warm,”

Tony hums noncommittally and runs his hand up and down his chest as he kisses his shoulder blades. It’s oddly soothing, just being touched by him absentmindedly. Peter could honestly stay like that all night, but-

“Tony?” 

“Hmm?”

“Arm’s hurting,” he winces, trying to put more weight on the other one.

“Yeah, okay, let’s get you off of it,” he says gently. “Just gonna- hold still-”

Peter wants to complain when he pulls away, but he holds it back. He hears the crinkle of some sort of package and then the squeak of something brushing against the leather. He glances down and sees Tony wiping off the seat with some sort of wipe.

“Right there you go, baby, lay down,”

Peter drops to the seat gratefully, rolling on his side as best he can. Tony is barely sitting on the edge as he runs a hand over his hip. They make eye contact and smile at each other, then burst out into giddy laughs.

“I love you,” Peter says, heart bursting with emotion.

“Love you too,” he laughs, though his eyes are pooling with tears. “So much,”

He hums and lets his head fall back against the seat. “Alright, maybe this wasn’t the best idea,”

He snorts. “And why are we just now coming to that conclusion?”

“Cause I want to cuddle. With blankets. And a shower,”

Tony laughs and bends over to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I don’t have blankets, but I’ve got a spare hoodie in the trunk. Then we can go home, yeah?”

“Home?” he asks, hope flickering in his chest.

Tony looks sheepish. “You think I bought that townhouse just for me? I was hoping- eventually that maybe you’d- you’d want to move in with me?”

“Yes,” he blurts out. “Fuck, yes, I don’t want to spend any more time away from you than needed,”

“Good,” he sighs in relief. “Because I don’t either,”

It takes some clever clothes dressing, Tony finding the umbrella he apparently had stashed away, and another giggling makeout session before Peter is snuggled up in his hoodie in the passenger seat. He pulls his knees up to his chest and smiles out the window. The streetlights cast flickering patterns across the wet pavement, and the gentle vibrations of the car make him feel sleepy. 

He turns his head to look at Tony, heart fluttering when he runs his hand through his hair, still not even knowing what it does to him. His fingers twitch with the desire to touch, but this time, he doesn’t push the urge away. He drapes his arm across the center console, and Tony takes his hand without a word, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles.

“I love you,” he says softly, just because he can.

He smiles over at him. “Love you too,”

He’d let Tony take his hand and drag him into a lot of things. But into this? Into life together? Well, he’d gladly follow him, headfirst, fearless. 

Notes:

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