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The moon hangs high in the sky, illuminating the worn dirt path down to the big house pool. Crickets create a trilling symphony, buffering the space between buildings with gentle white noise. The air is thick with humidity, and it would almost feel suffocating if not for the occasional breeze dancing through the trees. Peter giggles as he stumbles over a root and has to grab onto Bucky’s arm to keep himself steady.
“Shh!” Bucky laughs quietly, holding him still. “We gotta be quiet til we get there, or we’re gonna get nosy kids,”
“I know! I know!” he hisses back, righting his flip-flop that had gotten skewed.
“You two are ridiculous,” Tony whispers, clearly trying not to laugh.
“It’s dark!” Peter snaps back. “Just hurry up. I wanna swim,”
“Are you guys sure we can do this?” Steve asks nervously.
Peter and Bucky exchange a knowing eye roll. The blonde was a gorgeous hunk of blonde muscles, but he could be a little uptight sometimes. It didn’t stop Bucky from having a massive crush on him, though, nor Peter from appreciating him for all those rippling pectorals.
“We were here last year, remember?” Bucky assures him. “We did this all the time. No one cares as long as we don’t wake the kids up or tell them we went,”
“Loosen up, Stevie,” Tony grins, thumping him on the shoulder. “We’re going night swimming with the two prettiest boys at camp,”
Peter feels his cheeks flush at the compliment. He and Tony had been dancing around each other all summer. They had a little more than a week left, and he really hoped something more would happen. Maybe tonight.
Summer camp counseling might not be the most glamorous job for a college student. But it meant free housing and free meals during the summer months out of the dorm and both Peter and Bucky had genuinely enjoyed the job last year. The pay wasn’t bad either, but this year had been made all the more worth it by the pair of counselors they were bunkmates with.
Tony and Steve, another pair of best friends attending a different college than them, were gorgeous, funny, smart and competent. The perfect recipe for both Peter and Bucky to fall head over heels respectively. Since their two groups of campers were tied together, the four of them had spent practically every moment of the last four weeks together. Friendly banter had turned to flirting, and flirting was quickly turning into eye fucking and pining glances. To make matters worse, it wasn’t exactly easy to jack off in a shared cabin with communal showers. So, all four of them were strung tight.
“You gonna kiss Steve tonight?” Peter asks softly, leaning in closer to his best friend.
“You gonna kiss Tony?” he smirks back.
He pouts at him. “I want him to kiss me first,”
Bucky steals a glance at the boys behind them. “Doll, if we make it through this night without someone getting something, I’m gonna lose my mind. I’m about to climb that man like a tree,”
“If they don’t make a move, I am so down for a round,” he smirks. “Like finals, maybe? We can just leave the pool early,”
“Fuck that was a good night,” Bucky agrees with a sigh. “Mm, yeah, okay, deal,”
Peter feels his stomach flip a little at the prospect of getting some relief tonight. He and Bucky hooked up occasionally when no one else was in their lives. Briefly, he wonders if Tony and Steve would be into that, but before he can give it much more thought, they arrive at the pool.
“God, yes,” Tony groans appreciatively, immediately tugging off his shirt. “It’s so fucking hot tonight,”
“Uh-huh, hot,” Peter nods eagerly, though he’s totally talking about Tony’s biceps and perfect abs. Seriously, how was he so finely chiseled?
Tony smirks at him as he steps up to the edge of the pool. “You gonna stare at me all night, Parker, or are you gonna get in?”
He huffs and crosses his arms. “You gonna do something about my staring, Stark, or can I keep enjoying my show?”
“Oooo,” Steve taunts as he pulls off his own shirt. Bucky snorts out a laugh.
Tony pivots and crosses the deck to Peter in two long strides. His breath hitches as the other boy looms over him, eyes dark and lusty. Without a word, he grabs Peter’s wrists and moves his arms down to his side. One of his hands slides under his shirt and spreads wide across Peter’s side, warm and rough. “And where’s my show, hmm?”
“You haven’t asked for one,” he breathes out. Tony’s close enough that it would only take a little lean-in for him to get what he’s been desperately wanting.
He raises an eyebrow questioningly, and Peter nods. The hand on his side turns and grabs his shirt. He raises his arms so Tony meets no resistance in tugging it off him. He shivers despite the muggy night air as his skin is bared.
“God, you’re pretty,” Tony murmurs.
“Tony-”
“Come on,” he says gently, grabbing his hand. “It’s too hot to just be standing here,”
Peter wants to roll his eyes at the abandoned moment, but Tony’s hand wrapped around his gives him enough hope that he puts his attitude to the side. Bucky and Steve are already in the water, splashing each other and generally fooling around. Tony lets go of his hand to jump straight in next to Steve, creating a big splash and a wave.
“Hey!” he complains, splashing Tony when he comes back up.
Peter laughs at the scene but doesn’t want to get his curls wet, or at least try not to. So he sits on the edge of the pool so he can slip in. The water is cool on his legs and brings relief from the hot summer night.
“Here,” Tony says, suddenly appearing. He puts his hands around Peter’s waist and lifts him into the pool. Peter squeaks and puts his hands on his chest to steady himself as he finds his footing on the pool floor. “Not a fan of jumping in?”
“Hair,” he explains shyly.
He looks at Peter’s curls and then back down at him incredulously. “You’re gonna get wet, sweetheart, hope you know that,”
Peter rolls his eyes and pushes him, trying to swim away. “You’re the one who complains about my bathroom time in the mornings,”
“You take forever!” he teases, holding onto him tightly.
“My curls are a work of art. Appreciate them,”
“Oh, I do,” he growls.
The rough tone of his voice goes straight to Peter’s dick, and he bites back a whimper. Instead, he digs his fingers slightly into Tony’s biceps, where he had held onto him for balance. Desperation rises. “Tony, please,” he whispers.
Tony’s on him instantly. He whimpers as his mouth slots against his, his tongue immediately demanding entry that Peter grants eagerly. Tony’s fingers dig into his waist so tightly he thinks they’ll leave bruises, and he moans at the thought.
“CANNONBALL!”
SPLASH!
Peter shrieks as he’s suddenly covered in water. He and Tony both splutter and pull away from each other, wiping off their faces. Steve’s stupid, grinning face pops up beside them. “Payback,”
“Steve!” Tony growls.
Feeling utterly humiliated and annoyed, Peter huffs and swims away, cheeks flaming. Bucky is sitting on a bench inset to the wall, and he pats the seat beside him sympathetically. “You okay?”
“No,” he mutters bitterly. “It was so good,”
“Looked like it,” he chuckles.
“-such an idiot!”
They both look over as Steve and Tony start to wrestle, dunking each other under the water and sending waves so large across the pool that it makes Peter rock slightly in place. He groans and runs a hand through his now soaking-wet curls, realizing it’s a lost cause. “I’m so hard,” he complains.
“Same,” Bucky hums. “Still want to leave early if Steve doesn’t make a move?”
“Mm, not if Tony tries again,”
“Fair enough,”
“What are you two doing over there, gossiping?” Steve asks.
“No, we’re making out!” Bucky calls back with an eye roll.
Tony snorts loudly. “Yeah, right,”
Peter and Bucky exchange looks. “What does that mean?” Peter asks.
His eyes widen. “I just mean you guys are like best friends. Surely you wouldn’t-”
“What, you two have never kissed before?” Bucky taunts.
They exchange confused glances and start to swim over. “No?” Steve frowns. “Why would we?”
Peter giggles. “Haven’t you two heard of friends with benefits?”
They exchange another glance, this time more hungry and curious. Tony fixes his gaze back on Peter with some unreadable emotion. “So you two- you- um-”
“We’ve fucked, yes,” Bucky answers for him.
“Several times,” Peter adds because he’s feeling horny and bitter.
“With plans to again, actually,”
Steve and Tony both reel back in surprise. “What?”
“Bucky,” Peter hisses, looking at Tony worriedly.
Bucky smirks at them. “You’re more than welcome to be included in those plans, boys, if Steve would make a move already,”
“Huh?” Steve says.
“Oh, please tell me he’s not that oblivious,” Bucky groans.
“He is,” Tony says sympathetically, even as he swims closer to Peter. He braces his hands on either side of him on the bench. “Steve. Kiss your boy already so I can make out with mine, and we can use this pool as the summer camp gods intended,”
As Steve splutters, Peter gives Tony a grin and wraps his arms around his neck. He doesn’t even feel bad about abandoning Bucky to his disaster blonde as he smashes his lips against the other brunettes. Tony’s hands slide up his thighs, one thumb dipping just under the hem of his swim trunks, and he moans.
Next to them, Steve and Bucky are still being annoying. “-like me?” Steve asks.
“Of course I like you!”
“But-“
“Oh, for fucks sake Rogers,” Tony mutters under his breath.
“Mmm you care if I kiss someone else?” Peter hums softly.
“As long as you come back to me,”
His heart does a happy little flip at the words, but he still pulls away. “C’mere, Bucky, I’ll give you attention,”
“Oh, thank god,” his best friend groans. He reaches out and grabs Peter’s face, making him giggle as their lips press together. It’s easy and fun, like always, and they move together seamlessly.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Tony whispers, his thumb still tracing tiny patterns across Peter’s thigh.
“Yeah,” Steve agrees, voice strained.
“You two should- mm- try it,” Peter pants between sloppy exchanges.
“Us?”
Peter pulls away from Bucky and shoots them a smirk. “I mean, clearly Steve needs a little warming up, so-“
And oh, there’s an interesting little flare of intrigue in Tony’s eyes. Peter tilts his head at him with a small smile. He flicks his eyes to Steve in what he hopes comes across as encouragement, and Tony sighs in defeat. “Yeah, okay fuck it, why not? Come here, Steve,”
“Tony, what are you- mmm!”
“Oh god,” Bucky whimpers.
Peter can’t help but agree. Tony had grabbed Steve by the back of his head with one arm, dragging him right into his space so now they’re practically making out in their laps. For all Steve’s protesting, he gets with the program pretty quickly, and watching two hunky guys eat each other's faces off will never not be hot.
And Tony’s hand is still on his thigh, gripping him like a lifeline as he treads water. It feels intimate, like a promise. That even though they’re messing around right now, he and Tony will be something more.
“Fuck, Stark, hand him over,” Bucky finally complains.
Tony laughs and pushes Steve off of him. “Have at him,”
Steve is eager now, his trepidation entirely gone and he braces his hands on the bench before doing a pushup to get better access to Bucky’s lips. Bucky tangles a wet hand in blonde locks as they kiss. They look good together, and it only adds to the heat stirring in Peter’s belly.
But then Tony’s hand on his thigh is drawing his attention again with a short squeeze. He turns his head to look at him but is immediately met with lips instead. He moans happily into Tony’s mouth, sliding his hands over his shoulder and up his neck to cup his face.
Tony’s hand starts to slide upward, pushing his swim shorts up his leg until they’re nearly rucked to his hip. Peter whimpers as this thumb brushes against his inner thigh. He chuckles into his mouth. “You needy, baby?”
Peter moans. “Yes, fuck yes, Tony, please,”
Bucky’s own soft moan echoes in his ears beside him. “Mm- Steve- fuck,”
“God, you’re both-” Tony curses, cutting himself off.
“He sounds good, doesn’t he?” Peter smirks knowingly. “You wanna kiss him, Tony?”
He swallows hard, and Peter can feel it beneath his fingertips. “Yes,” he whispers like it’s a secret.
“Buck-” he says loudly.
“Switch,” he agrees.
Breathlessly, they shove their respective partners towards each other. Tony and Steve switch spots with a splash, and suddenly, Peter finds himself with a face full of blonde. Steve feels completely different than Tony. If he feels tiny in Tony’s arms, he feels miniscule in Steve’s.
Steve’s hands find his thighs and pull him closer on the bench, making Peter squeak. He wraps his legs around his waist, groaning when their hips grind against each other. Tony and Bucky must be doing something similar based on the mirrored sounds coming out of their mouths.
“I gotta admit, Tones,” Steve breathes out suddenly. “Aren’t you curious what their plans were?”
“Oh, endlessly,” he agrees with a growl.
Bucky laughs. “Petey has a magic trick,”
“Buck!” he squeaks, cheeks flaming.
Tony’s eyes flash hungrily. “Oh? This I gotta see,”
His heart picks up the pace, realizing where this is headed. He exhales shakily. “Steve, sit on the edge,”
The blonde’s eyes go wide. “Me?”
“Tony wants to watch, and Bucky’s had plenty of turns,”
“Alright,” he says hesitantly. It’s quite a show to watch his muscles bulge as Steve does a push-up to get out of the pool. He sits facing Peter, feet on the bench. “Now what?”
Peter swallows hard as he pushes to his knees. “Haven’t you had a blowjob, Steven? Get your dick out,”
“Now Pete-“ Bucky says, and a hand tangled in his curls, yanking his head backward. He whimpers softly.
“Oh god,” Tony groans.
“Is that how you ask?” Bucky purrs in his ear. “Not very sexy now, is it? Huh, Steve?”
“I mean-“
“Right, Steve?”
Steve’s eyes widen. “Right,”
Peter squirms in Bucky’s grasp as he presses his lips right up to his ear. “Be the good little cock sleeve that you are and beg,”
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Please, Steve, can I suck your dick?”
He expects Steve to act bashfully or blush like a virgin. But instead, his eyes go dark and hungry. His gaze briefly flickers to Bucky then Tony, then back to Peter. “Go ahead, honey,”
The pet name is sickeningly sweet compared to the dangerous tone. Peter feels his heart pick up in anticipation as he reaches forward, water swishing softly as he moves. The glow of the pool light flickers off the bottom, reflecting back on his hands as he reaches for the waistband of Steve’s trunks. He pulls them down and reaches for his cock, gasping when his palm wraps around him. His fingers don’t even touch as he pulls it free.
“Damn Rogers,” Tony whistles. “I knew you were packing, but-“
“Shut up, Tones,” he snaps, a faint blush on his cheeks. “Your toy is gonna put on a show for you, stop looking at my dick,”
Peter whimpers at being called a toy. Bucky’s hand is still in his hair and his mouth is pressed up against his ear. “What do you do if you need a break?”
“Tap three times,”
“Good,” he hums. “You two hear that?”
“Three times,”
“Loud and clear,”
“Good. Whenever you want him, Stevie,”
Steve leans forward and cups Peter’s jaw, drawing him closer. “You wanna show me your magic trick, honey?”
“Yes, please, Steve,” he whimpers, shifting slightly to relieve his aching cock. “Please, I wanna suck you off,”
“Alright, go ahead,”
He sighs in relief and bends over, bracing his hands on his thighs before wrapping his lips around the tip. He starts to suck, letting his tongue do most of the work to get him fully hard. His own pleasure rises at the weight in his mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses out. “Wow, that’s- mm- fuck, you got a good one, Tones,”
“Oh, that’s not even his trick,” Bucky says, his voice sounding smug.
“What do you mean it’s not his- holy shit,”
To prove Bucky’s point, Peter relaxes his throat and takes Steve in one go. He hums around him and hollows out his cheeks. Steve lets out a half-strangled shout, one hand flying up to grasp Peter’s curls. His eyes roll back at the sharp tug, and it only makes him suck harder.
“Does he- no gag reflex?” Tony asks in wonder.
“Nope,” Bucky says proudly. “He’s really just a little cock sleeve. He loves it, too. Sits under my desk while I study when he’s stressed out,”
“Fuck,” Tony hisses.
Peter moans again, brain starting to go fuzzy as Steve pulses in his throat. He groans in return. “Buck- ah- baby, come here. I wanna kiss you,”
Peter smirks internally at Bucky’s little noise. There’s a loud splash of water and then the sound of wet feet on the pavement. It’s all followed by a different wet sound and tiny moans. He briefly raises his gaze to see Bucky and Steve making out, and he moans at the sight.
There’s another splash behind him and a new set of hands on his spine that make him jump. “Shhh, shh, just me, baby,” Tony says gently. “Just keepin’ an eye on you while those two eat each other's faces off,”
Peter wishes he could laugh with a dick in his throat, but he just can’t. His eyes flutter shut at the feeling of Tony’s hands running over his body. It makes him feel even more boneless and relaxed, and he slumps down further around Steve’s cock, sucking eagerly.
“Fuck, I’m gonna- mm- I’m so close,” Steve pants.
“Wait-“ Bucky says panicked. “I want-“ He stops himself.
Steve laughs softly, the sound echoing inside Peter’s skull. “I’ve got a magic trick of my own, baby, don’t you worry. I’ll have some for you, too,”
Bucky’s soft moan reminds Peter of his own arousal and he rocks his hips back slightly out of instinct. He’s so needy. Tony hums in his ear. “Make Stevie cum, and then I’ll take care of you baby boy. Be a good little cock sleeve now, come on,”
Peter accepts the challenge and pulls out all the stops. It’s tricky to use his tongue while also detonating, but he manages, flicking it up the underside of Steve’s cock. With a muffled shout (probably into Bucky’s mouth), he’s suddenly cumming down Peter’s throat. He can’t even taste it really, he's so deep, but Peter sucks it all down eagerly anyway.
“Fuck, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Tony pants. “Steve buddy, you okay?”
“Prettiest boys at camp. What trouble could they cause? You said,” Steve groans. “Your boy sucked my brain out, Stark,”
Peter finally pulls off him with a pop, voice hoarse when he speaks. “As long as there’s cum left for Bucky, you’ll be fine,”
“Pete!”
“What?” he asks innocently. “He’s already promised you some,”
“Alright, you, come here,” Tony says playfully, pulling him into his lap with a loud splash of water. “Those two have had plenty of your attention. My turn,”
He squeals and laughs as Tony accidentally tickles his sides while dragging him into place. Then rough lips are on his and he moans softly. If he’s deterred by the taste of cum on his tongue, Tony doesn’t show it because he licks into his mouth eagerly, hot and dominating.
“God, I wish I could fuck you like this,” Tony growls.
“Me too,” he whines. “Fuck I want you so bad,”
Tony grabs his ass and drags him closer. Peter moans when the angle is the perfect grind and rubs up against him eagerly. The hot summer night is clinging to his skin despite the cool water splashing with every rock. To the side, he can hear Bucky moaning and whimpering. He’s curious, so he steals a quick glance. He moans at the sight of Bucky splayed back on the pool deck, Steve’s larger frame draped over him as they make out. But then Tony is nipping at his bottom lip, drawing his attention back.
“Tony,” he whimpers. “You said- you promised-“
“I know- mm- just addicted to your mouth, sweetheart,” he groans. He pulls him a little tighter up against him. “Just keep grinding, baby, take what you need,”
“Need you to- unh- fuck me,” he complains even as he starts to grind more furiously.
Tony bites at his jaw all the way up to his ear. “Cum for me right now, and then we go back to the cabin, and I’ll fuck you all night long if you want,”
“Oh,” he whimpers. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he pants. “Bet Stevie would too. Spend all night passin’ you and Bucky around until you’re too cum drunk to think,”
“Oh god,” Peter groans at the idea. He hasn’t been fucked hard like he knows Tony will fuck him hard in a while. His mind starts forming delicious images of him face down on a mattress with Tony behind him. “Fuck, yes, please dad-Tony!”
He growls into his skin. “Of course, you have a fuckin’ daddy kink. Come on, baby. Cum for daddy, let go,”
And holy shit, most college guys thought that was weird. The simple act of Tony accepting him sends him over the edge. His head tips back as he cries into the night sky, eyes snapping shut against the light of the moon. Tony’s hands dig into his ass tighter, and he groans as well. They’re cumming together, and it’s the hottest thing that’s ever happened to him, and he’s not even naked.
Before he can even fully come back down, there’s another hoarse shout that he knows well. Bucky.
“Fuck, you two are loud,” Steve laughs breathlessly. “Gonna have to do something about that in the cabin,”
He and Bucky groan at the idea. Tony stares at them in wonderment. “How the fuck did we find such kinky little toys at a summer camp, Stevie?”
“I dunno, but I’m not gonna complain,” he grins.
Peter slumps against Tony’s chest, shivering slightly and feeling worn. He’s finally starting to feel the ache in his throat from sucking off Steve. Strong arms wrap around him, and lips press against his forehead. “We should get out before we desecrate this pool,”
“Think we already did,” he slurs out.
Tony chuckles but still coaxes him into getting out and sitting on the edge. The minute he’s out as well, Peter is climbing in his lap again, feeling clingy. He hums and pets his hair. “God, you’re sweet, baby,”
“He’s like- like an octopus,” Bucky chimes in, finally rejoining them from his high. “Snuggles for hours afterward,”
“And what are you hmm?” Steve asks as they get situated in a similar position. Bucky draped across his lap sideways, toes dipping into the water.
“He’s a cat,” Peter says very helpfully. “Sometimes he won’t leave you alone, and sometimes he doesn’t even want you to look at him,”
“Hey!”
“It’s true!”
Bucky sticks his tongue out at him, and the other boys chuckle. “That was one time,”
Peter giggles softly and tucks his face into the crook of Tony’s neck. Damp fingers trace patterns across his back, and for a moment, there’s simple silence. Nothing more than the muggy night air and the crickets chirping mixed with the occasional gurgle of water slapping against the side of the pool. It’s peaceful, and it makes him feel a little bit sleepy. He could stay like this forever.
“Is he asleep?” Tony whispers.
“Practically,” Bucky hisses back.
Peter hums softly to let them know he can hear them but doesn’t feel like doing much else.
“Here, Tones let me-“ Steve’s voice says. He whines as he’s suddenly pulled away from Tony. “Shh, I know, honey. I’ll give you back in a minute,”
Still, Steve’s arms are nice and his skin is dry and warm from being out of the pool so long. So he lays his cheek against his shoulder and lets it happen. Someone drapes his towel around him, and he can hear Bucky and Tony whispering. There’s movement and then the crunch of mulch and dirt beneath shoes. He briefly opens his eyes to see the pool fading into the distance before they close again.
★★★★★
Peter opens his eyes blearily, blinking, confused at how much light there is. There’s a warm body behind his back, and he turns to see Tony’s sleeping face. A glance around reveals them tucked up in Tony’s bed in the cabin. Bucky and Steve are somehow squeezed into a single bed as well, despite Steve’s bulkier frame. His movement must wake Tony because suddenly, there’s a kiss on his shoulder.
“Mornin’ sleepyhead,” he says, his voice gravelly.
“What happened?” he asks, yawning.
“You passed out in Steve’s arms on the way back up here,” he hums. “Bucky got you cleaned up, and you didn’t even flinch. But he put you in my bed, said you’d be grumpy if you woke up alone,”
“Well, he’d be right,” he hums. He turns around in Tony’s arms, tucking himself under his chin. A tiny flare of anxiety sparks in his chest. “Tony?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is this- um- are we-“
He chuckles and sighs, stretching slightly. “I’ve been awake for two minutes, baby boy, a bit early for the what are we conversation,”
“Oh,” he says, shrinking in embarrassment.
“Hey,” Tony says, hooking his fingers under his chin and tilting his face up to look at him. Peter’s a little surprised at the intensity in his eyes. “You’re mine now,”
His jaw drops at the simple statement.
“I mean, if you- if you want to be,” he adds quickly. “I don’t want this to just be a summer-“
Peter shuts him up with a kiss, and he moans softly in reciprocation, hands running over his back and ass. “Yours,” he says simply.
There’s a groan that sounds suspiciously like grumpy Bucky. “Are you two at it again?”
“You say that like we didn’t wake up and make out this morning,” Steve grumbles. “Five am, he’s pouncing on me. Cat indeed,”
Tony laughs as there’s the sound of a soft whack and then a tiny “ow!” from Steve. Peter grins and buries his face more into Tony’s chest. He feels happy and sated and a little bit giddy at the fact that last night happened.
In the distance, there’s a bell chime, and all four of them groan at the sound.
“Well. Duty calls,” Steve sighs.
“I would like the record to state I didn’t actually get fucked last night,” Bucky complains. “And I’m gonna be throwing fits about it all day,”
“Hey, yeah, me either!” Peter pouts as he finally pulls away to scowl at Tony. He looks like he’s going to say something, but then his eyes widen, and he starts to laugh. Peter sits up, scowling at him. “What?”
“Oh no,” Bucky says.
Peter turns to scowl at him as well. Behind him, Steve’s eyes also get big. “Seriously, what?”
“Go look in a mirror,” Bucky says.
Panic rising, Peter scrambles out of the bed and races towards the mirror hanging by the door. He shrieks when he sees the electrified mop of hair on his head, his curls totally frizzed out and crazy from the chlorine. “Steve!”
“Okay now, Peter, I didn’t mean to-“ Steve says, panicked as Peter stalks towards him. “I didn’t know-“
“Alright, easy feisty pants,” Tony says, grabbing him from the waist.
“I deepthroated him!” he growls. “And he ruined my hair!”
“Technically, he ruined it before that,” Bucky says, barely holding back a laugh.
Peter growls unhappily.
“Come on, baby,” Tony says in his ear, his voice low. “Let’s get you in a shower, hmm? I think Daddy can make it better,”
His stomach pools with arousal. “Okay,” he says, sinking into his hold. “Yeah, shower,”
And if Peter shows up to breakfast with wet curls instead of dry because they ran out of time?
Well.
It’s still better than the evidence of their late-night swim.