Title: Triple Threat
Fandom: MCU
Rating: Mature
Length: ~2755 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: also fillin' bingo squares
Summary: more AU stuff where everyone's an adult and alive and you know the drill. Peter has had a very long day and is looking forward to getting some sleep, but there's a minor kink in his plans.

Peter had been at MIT for most of a school year before Tony ever came to visit. And the man picked the worst time to show up.

"Oh my god," Peter muttered to himself. He ducked back into the backroom. He did not want this. He didn't need interruptions while he was at work.

"Hey, wow! It's Tony Stark! Hey – can I help you?" one of the other barista's – Emiliana – squealed at the billionaire.

Even from his hiding place out of direct sight, peter could see the brilliant, perfect white smile that bent Tony's mouth. Show off. What was he doing here? Had he found out Peter got a job and had come to harass him about it? Peter didn't need that either.

He's just getting coffee, Peter chided himself. It was logical. This place was near campus and had way better coffee than Starbucks. Half the chem-majors had run tests and everything.

Tony ordered his coffee, left a ridiculous tip in the communal tip jar, then left. Peter heard the sports car start up and drive away. The car was one of Tony's electric prototypes, so it was unlikely anyone else heard anything.

Peter sighed and finished drying and restocking the mugs he'd been working on before Tony came in. Emiliana popped her head into the back and said, "Dude, Tony Stark was just in here! So cool."

"Oh yeah? Too bad I missed him," Peter responded. He didn't like telling people that he was friends with Tony. They started treating him differently. And not in a good way.

"He gave us a huge tip. This'll be a good week." She grinned and popped back out to the counter.

Peter finished his shift, then walked to quarter mile back to his dorm. In his barista uniform. That was hot. And smelled like coffee and cinnamon. And sweat. He loved his job from a chemistry nerd angle and putting together flavors that worked in surprising ways, but he was still gross and tired and in need of a shower after his shift. If he didn't have homework to do still, he'd just crawl into bed and go to sleep.

He dragged himself up the stairs, fiddled with his keys much longer than someone with superhuman reflexes should have to, and finally got the door open. He shuffled into his room – very grateful his roommate was spending the night in the lirary – and dropped his bag on the floor before face-planting into his own bed that he hadn't bothered to make that morning.

"Too bad that thing's not a kilt, you could show off your legs."

Peter slowly turned his head to glare at the stupidly awake billionaire sitting in his desk chair. "The hell are you doing here?"

"Came to see you," Tony said. "Looks like I picked the right day too. New job?"

Peter frowned. "No. I've been working there all year."

Now Tony was frowning. "Not that I mind the uniform – those tight pants show off your butt – but why?"

Those two things didn't go together. "Contrary to some twisted thoughts you might have, money doesn't actually grow on trees."

"It doesn't, but you have a full scholarship," Tony began, smarmy 'because of me' grin along for the ride, "and plenty of fun money. So – why?"

"Fun money? What are…" Peter shifted and sat up. "What fun money?"

"Yeah. A whole account. Books and school fees are already covered. Meal plan too, I think. So, the extra is that. Thought I told you."

Peter thought a moment. "Oh! That. Well, um, so, funny story – I um, maybe, probably, sent a lot of it to May to cover rent and stuff." He winced, waiting for Tony to be upset with him.

He wasn't. Tony shrugged. "Okay. Do you need more? I can up the refresh rate."

Peter blinked. "R-refresh?"

Tony laughed. "Every month. So, you haven't checked since the beginning of the year?"

Peter shook his head and drew out his phone. "Jesus Christ, Tony. Are you for real?" He shook his head. "Don't answer that. Man, I can't – you have to take it back."

"Nope. It's yours. Give it away if you want." Tony waved that conversation off. "But later. Right now, I want you to come show me this work outfit."

Peter sighed. "It's pants and a shirt, Tony. Not a million dollar suit."

"No one pays that much for a suit. Come here."

Too tired to try to argue, Peter got up from the bed and stood in front of Tony. He tossed his phone back to the bed and held his arms out, awaiting Tony's assessment.

"Why is this so hot?" Tony asked, sliding his fingers around Peter's wrists and holding his arms up higher. "Maybe it's the working man thing. I wonder what you'd look like in workman's coveralls and your hands buried in a car engine."

"Tired and dirty if it was anything like today." Peter sighed again. "Tony, can I please go take a shower?"

"In a minute." Tony rose from the desk chair, stood close to Peter. "I really wish I had time right now, but there's a thing I have to go to tonight or Pepper will kill me. But, you know what would be really hot?" He leaned in to whisper in Peter's ear, "You holding your orgasm until I have time to play with you."

Peter felt his heart racing. "H-how long would that b-be?" he asked. "How long until..."

"I don't know. That's the beauty of it. But what I want is you do desperate you nearly jump me."

Peter arched an eyebrow. "Tony, I'm nineteen with an enhanced… everything, that could be tomorrow. That could be in an hour."

"Yep," Tony agreed, then kissed Peter hard. "You gonna do it?"

"Is it a request or an order?"

Tony's eyes darkened and his back straightened giving him that commanding presence that made Peter want to drop to his knees even when he was exhausted. "It's an order, Pete."

Peter's tongue passed over his suddenly dry lips. "Yes, of course, Master Stark." It took all of his energy to stay on his feet after the order. He wanted to play.

"Good. Very good. Go get your shower and finish whatever you were going to do, then go to bed. I'll let you know when I need you again."

"Yes, sir," Peter said, chin lowered to his chest. "Goodnight, sir."

"Okay, that's all of the scene play for now. But you do need to get some sleep." Tony stepped in the last few inches and folded Peter into a warm hug. "I also have another surprise for you next time you're in the city." He drew back to give Peter a warm, firm kiss. "Now, I really do have to go."

"Night, Tony," Peter said. Then, as Tony reached the door, he added, "Hey, can you call me tomorrow if you don't plan to come by? I – I miss you and I want to talk."

"Sure. I'll call you." Then Tony ducked out the door.

He wasn't less tired, but he was a couple degrees more alert. And cold. Tony's visit wasn't nearly long enough. Not after so long without seeing him. The last time had been just after the winter break, maybe? Or – no, he'd gone home in February to visit May and stopped over to see Tony then. Now it was near the end of the semester and this had been the only time Tony had come to visit him. Even that was only because he was already in town anyway.

Peter brushed all of those thoughts away and went to take a shower.

Peter hadn't slept well. Or finished his homework. But he'd gotten through enough that he wouldn't have to scramble to get it all done before class. He still felt like a zombie.

Adding to that, he was horny. Only partly because Tony had told him to wait. It had been a while since they'd been together and he missed that. He missed Tony.

He'd swapped shifts with one of his coworkers who needed the afternoon off, so Peter was back at the coffee shop right after he was done with his classes for the day. This was a better distraction than homework. But it was only four hours. And Tony hadn't called him yet like he'd said he would.

Peter didn't want to be one of those nag-y, moody boyfriends – it wasn't really his style – but Tony sometimes forgot to call. And tony wasn't always the best at feelings. Peter was fine with that most of the time, because Tony was amazing at so many other things in their relationship. But when Peter was having a big feelings moment, he wanted to, at the very least, hear Tony's voice.

Peter, still feeling like a zombie, made it through his shift at work. Emiliana pressed a to-go cup full of hot coffee into his hand, told him to enjoy his weekend, and nudged him toward the door. He took a large gulp of the very hot coffee, very much needing the caffeine and sugar jolt, then stepped outside.

He lifted his head to check the traffic before darting across the road and stopped. He almost dropped his coffee. In front of him was a smug bastard of a billionaire sitting in a sports car, sunglasses on, looking like he was stopped at a traffic light. The bastard was parked in front of the coffee shop.

"Get in, Pete," the smug bastard said without even turning his head. A chilling prospect if he didn't know who it was.

Peter slid into the car, moving mostly by instinct, because he wasn't sure how connected his brain was. If this was a hallucination, he was going to look like an idiot sitting in the middle of the road.

Finally, Tony turned to look at him. "You thought I forgot."

Peter shrugged. "Maybe. But, day's not over yet."

"Didn't forget." Then he put the car in gear and pulled away from the curb.

So used to Tony's driving style and still so tired, Peter leaned back and fell asleep. Tony could've drivien them to Maine for all Peter knew by the time the car stopped. Tony nudged him and he rubbed his eyes as he blinked them open.

"Come on. Let's go inside."

"Where?" Peter yawned.

"My place."

"In New York?"

"Boston. Come on." Tony got out of the car and headed toward an elevator. "Peter! Let's go."

It took him a few seconds to collect himself, his bag, and his lukewarm coffee. Then he shuffled over to the elevator with Tony.

"You okay?" Tony asked

Peter shrugged. "Tired."

"Uh huh. What else?" The elevator opened and Tony stepped onto the car.

Peter followed. He leaned against the back wall and sighed. "Nothing." Quiet. Then, softly, "It would've been nice if you'd stayed with me last night."

"I couldn't. I would've liked to, but I had business meetings all afternoon, then against this morning. It's why I picked you up now. Because I couldn't stay yesterday." He waved a hand for Peter to move in closer, and folded his arms around him. "Missed you too, Pete."

That made him feel better. It was always better when Tony expressed things to him. And touched him. Peter needed the closeness, the hugs, the intimacy. All of it. And it was so good when Tony remembered.

He rested his head against Tony's shoulder. And held there until the elevator stopped and the doors opened. It was a private elevator that opened straight into Tony's apartment.

Unfortunately, he was too exhausted to properly appreciate it. He lumbered in, found the first soft surface available, and collapsed onto it. He ended up half-spread-eagle across a ridiculously soft ottoman. He closed his eyes just for a moment.

He woke to a soothing warm on his thighs that made his cock stir. He lifted his hips toward Tony and moaned softly.

Tony clucked his tongue. "No, no. You're still in waiting mode, remember." He squeezed his fingers on Peter's thighs.

"Ugh," was Peter's articulate response.

"Oh, come on. I promise when I let you, it'll be really good. My god, you smell like coffee and cinnamon with a hint of hazelnut. I might ask you to keep this job. Between the smell and the uniform – shit."

Peter arched an eyebrow. "What is with you and my work outfit? It's nothing special."

"I dunno. But it's turning me on, so it can't be all bad."

"Just weird."

"Maybe. But weird is kind of our thing."

Peter couldn't disagree there. A billionaire and a strangely enhanced college student who had a pretty intense long-distance BDSM thing going on was pretty much the definition of weird.

Tony held a hand out for Peter to grip and guided him to sit upright. Peter could see how hard Tony was through his pants. All he needed now was the command. He sat on the ottoman, legs wide, looking at Tony's crotch. It was bad enough Tony wasn't going to let him come, but now he wasn't even letting him suck that beautiful cock? That was just torture for the sake of torture.

"Not yet," Tony said as though he'd read Peter's mind. He kept grazing his hands over Peter's thighs. "Come here. I want to kiss you."

Peter scooted forward a little on the ottoman. He draped his legs over Tony's and leaned forward, arms across Tony's shoulders, to press their mouths together. He'd missed Tony. And he needed this so very much.

He shifted closer, crawling into Tony's lap. The kisses continued, warm and fervent. Tony's hands moved over Peter's back, and Peter's hips rolled down to brush Tony's cock.

He felt the rumble in Tony's chest. If he could get him to come, maybe he'd get a reward. He liked rewards.

Tony drew out of the kiss. "Bad," he said. "Very bad. I may have to skip your present."

"You got me a present?" Peter asked, eyes widening in surprise.

"Sort of. How do you feel about tattoos?"

Peter shrugged. "Dunno. Pretty sure they don't stay long with my whole healing thing."

"That's not a 'no'."

"Well, no. Just a 'might not be worth it'. Especially if you want it to stay around for a while." Peter's brow bent. "What were you thinking?"

"Just something to show that you're mine."

"'Property of Iron Man' on my ass?"

Tony snorted. "If that's what you want. But I can be anything. From a tiny arc reactor on your wrist to a whole elaborate sleeve or back piece. Up to you what it is."

"Is this another of your kinks, Tony?"

"Mmhmm." No shame. At all. "I'd love ot see you with full sleeves. It'd be very hot."

Peter leaned back a little. "You realized tattoos are frequently used for identification, right?" He watched Tony's face shift. "People could figure out I'm Spider-Man if they happen to see them."

"Yeah. I got where you were going. I'm working on something." He slid his hands to Peter's ass. "Black light," he said. "They can do them with ink only visible under black lights. You know, if you're really concerned."

"This is that important to you?"

"From a kink standpoint, yes. But two things: you have to want it and it should be something you like and want."

Peter leaned back again so he could see Tony. "Which part is the kink though? Just the image or design or the actual act of putting the ink in the skin?"

He felt Tony's body shiver beneath him. That was only something that happened when Tony was particularly excited about something. Clearly Peter had asked the right question.

"The actual act of inking. If it was more the design, I would have 'Property of…' stamped on your ass."

"Do you wanna watch when I get it done?"

Eyes closed, Tony nodded slowly.

Peter leaned in to speak softly in Tony's ear. "You want to see the artist drag the fast moving needle across my skin, stabbing ink beneath the surface?"

Tony's fingers gripped tightly on Peter's ass and his hips rocked forward. "I'll pay for it too," he gritted.

"Hmmm," Peter hummed. "Maybe. I gotta think about it." He kissed Tony's neck.

"Oh, fuck you. Tease." Tony frowned at him. "I'm gonna punish you for that."

"Looking forward to it," Peter said, his own hips grinding down against Tony's. "Besides, you started it."

"Did not."