MCU : fanfic : The Start of Something Good

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Title: The Start of Something Good
Fandom: MCU
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Length: 3600 words
Content notes: none apply
Author notes: fits these prompts from various bingo cards and other fandom challenges - multiple, denial, holiday, first, edging, oral sex, riding, Tinder hook-up, Winter Soldier / Bucky Barnes, mutual masturbation, as well as the FFW prompt; set in a nebulous AU timeline where things like Infinity War and Endgame didn't happen and Civil War went much differently and Peter is a grad student

Summary: Peter arrives at a fancy hotel for his Tinder hook-up date to discover that it isn't just Bucky he's meeting, but also Tony Stark.

Peter thought he should be a lot more nervous walking into this hotel with its elaborate lobby full of things he would never be able to afford to replace if he broke something. He took a deep breath, pulled his shoulders back and crossed the wide expanse, giving the fancy sculptures a wide berth. He found the shiny brass plate on the wall indicating the elevator bank and made the turn. Even this hallway was impeccable. This whole hotel was a study in overindulgence and corporate greed. But it was where his Tinder hook-up wanted to meet – they clearly had expensive tastes.

As he waited for the elevator to arrive, he checked the note on his phone. Crap. He needed to get a key from the front desk so he could ride the elevator to the correct floor. With a sigh, he retraced his steps and approached the front desk. Self-conscious about his clothes, he tried not to let it show as he informed the nice gentleman behind the desk that one of the guests was expecting him and that his name should be on the room. The man behind the desk handed over a keycard wrapped in an elegant little folio with the room number written on it.

That sorted, Peter went back to the elevator bay, scanned the key card, and was startled by a near-immediate ding from one of the elevators. He stepped on, scanned the key card again, and rode the express elevator all the way to the top of the building.

This place was outstanding. It was fancy, but not that tacky sort of fancy he's seen on TV. This feels expensive more than just trying to look expensive.

Peter found the suite that matched the number on the key and knocked, waiting patiently for someone to open the door. While he waited, he made sure his shirt was tucked in and his shoes weren't scuffed. Wouldn't be good to show up looking trashed or frumpy – not in a place like this.

The man who opened the door was way more gorgeous than his app photo had made him look. A sharp, chiseled jaw, just the right amount of scruffy beard filling it in, and amazing eyes. Peter was going to blow his load before he even got in the door.

"Oh my god," he breathed.

The bearded man grinned back at him. "That's cute. You're definitely Peter. Come on in." He stepped back so Peter could enter the suite before he closed he door.

"Yeah, thank you. And you're, um, your profile said 'Sgt Barnes'?"

The man nodded. "It does. But you can call me 'Sir'. If that works for you." He stepped around Peter, leading him further into the suite. "The man actually behind the profile is in the living room."

Peter knew Barnes was a proxy for another user, but he wasn't sure if the data in the profile was all the other guy or a mix of the two. The profile had matched with him, so it was fine either way.

If Peter had been surprised by Barnes at the door, he nearly fainted at who he saw sitting casually on a stupidly expensive sofa as he rounded the corner. Suddenly, he felt incredibly under-dressed and very intimidated. He blinked quickly, and wetted his lips. "Um, are you sure you have the right guy from the app? I mean, it'd be fine if you were expecting to match on someone else."

Rather than respond to Peter's ramblings, the absolutely delicious man on the sofa asked, "You know who I am?"

Peter nodded slowly. "Y-yes. You're Tony Stark. But – Tinder?"

Tony grinned a wickedly sexy grin. "Sometimes it's more interesting than picking someone up in a bar."

"Okay, but why me?"

"The app matched us," Tony replied.

"And I'm supposed to believe you didn't manipulate that in any way?"

"Yes," Tony answered simply. "I could do it, but I didn't. If I was going to do that, I'd just write my own hook-up app."

Peter pressed his lips together. "Right, you could do that. So, um – what did you have in mind for this? Is it just you or is it both of you?" He looked back and forth between the two men.

Tony shifted on the sofa and Peter could see his cock was already pressing against the fly of his slacks. There was no question that there would be involvement from his side for sure. "If you think you can handle it, Barnes and I will take turns."

Peter blinked. "Take turns doing what?"

That made Tony laugh. "You, sweetheart. Though, to start, come sit next to me here. Barnes wants to watch us get each other off. It's a good starting point."

"Oh – okay. Just jumping right in there."

Tony offered a tiny frown. "It's a Tinder hook-up, kid. Not a date. But I'll buy you dinner after if it helps."

"It does, actually," Peter said. He would definitely be hungry after. Especially if they were going to pass him back and forth. His last Tinder hook-up wasn't anywhere near this awesome. "Do you want me to get undressed before I sit down?"

"I absolutely do. I can only imagine that ass is even more impeccable when it's naked." Tony unfastened his pants to push them out of the way. Peter was hoping the man would take them all the way off before they got down to the actual sex, because Peter didn't want to have to cover the dry cleaning bill.

Peter stripped out of his clothes slowly, but not so slowly that it looked timid. When he glanced at the two other men, they seemed to be watching him, almost intently. It was nice having a pair of attractive men looking at him and knowing they wanted him. Bucky was rubbing at his crotch and Tony was stroking his very hard, impressive cock.

They even seemed interested by Peter folding his clothes and setting them aside. Tony nodded toward the cushion next to him and Peter settled in, draping a leg over one of Tony's. Immediately there was a solid, slightly calloused hand resting on his thigh, smoothing up and down from his knee to his hip.

Peter angled himself so Tony would have an easier reach to his cock. The man didn't rush, but didn't waste any time either, shifting his hand, wrapping his fingers around Peter's dick. With a warm sigh, Peter mumbled, "Oh yes."

He heard Barnes chuckle from across the room. That mostly served to embolden Peter to slide his hand across Tony's ribcage to find the man's cock and fold his fingers around the substantive girth. He felt Tony's breath catch for a second as Peter started moving his hand up toward the tip, then slid it back down toward the root.

While he and Tony were teasing each other, and Barnes by proxy, Tony turned to Peter and said, "This is a special holiday present from Bucky to me. This arrangement."

"Yeah?" Peter panted, using a large number of his unoccupied brain cells to form words coherently. "Which holiday? Is it like your birthday – no, wait, that's in May..."

Barnes snorted. "This guy's like a Wikipedia page on you."

Tony shrugged. "Who isn't?" Back to Peter, he said, "Sort of Valentine's Day. No, actually Valentine's Day, but since it's in the middle of the week this year, it's harder to set up dates then."

"Are you and B- um, Sir a couple?"

"No. Just fuckbuddies," Barnes answered, hand still rubbing against his clothed crotch. Was he just waiting? Was he following some sort of directive? It had Peter curious.

Tony turned to Barnes and asked, "Are you enjoying this so far?"

"You know I am," Barnes answered. Then added, "You also know how much I want to work on him and make him wait all night."

Peter gasped both at Barnes' comment and at the light twist of Tony's hand. "Is that a suggestion of edging or denial?"

"Both," Tony said, "but for you, just the edging. Buck gets the denial. He likes it that way."

A little squeak escaped Peter's throat and his hips rocked into Tony's hand. It took him a couple seconds to remember to keep moving his hand on his date's cock as well. He didn't want Tony – or Barnes – to think he was inattentive. But his skin was so sensitive, certain areas specifically, and it made it really hard to concentrate sometimes. "Mmmm okay."

Barnes rose from his chair and crossed the deep plush carpet to kneel in front of Peter. His hands moved over the warm skin of Peter's legs. In toward his cock as Tony moved away. "Are you okay if I edge you with my mouth?"

That was so fucking hot. So hot that Peter forgot how to speak for far too long, so Barnes was looking up at him expectantly while Peter was wondering what was taking so long to get started. At least one neuron fired in his brain and he snapped back to the present and answered, "Um, yes – very yes, Sir."

Tony's hand brushed over his hair, then his lips brushed his temple. "You are as adorable as you are sexy." Another brief kiss. "You said this wasn't your first Tinder hook-up, right?"

Peter nodded. "Um, yeah," he answered over half a moan as Barnes dipped his head to start tasting Peter's dick. "I've done a few. N-nothing like this before though."

"Is it too much? I can have Bucky just watch everything if you'd prefer more one-on-one."

Now he shook his head. That was the last thing on his mind. He'd offer to let them both do him at the same time if they hadn't had a plan already in place. "No, not too much. It's – exciting, really." He swallowed thickly and turned his head to look at Tony so he could focus enough to talk. "I was looking for something more adventurous. And when I matched on Sir's profile -" he thought that should feel weird referring to Barnes as 'Sir', but it felt really good actually, though it made him curious why Tony didn't also want a title, "- I couldn't believe someone that cool would be interested in me."

"Are you not cool?"

Peter snorted involuntarily. "Not according to anyone that I know that isn't one of my friends." Not entirely true. A few other classmates seemed to think he was pretty cool. And almost everyone thought Spider-Man was cool, but that wasn't the same thing.

"Fuck 'em," Barnes said from where he was licking Peter's balls. Which even made Tony chuckle a little.

"He's right though. Iron Man thinks you're cool. No one else's opinion matters," Tony said and bent his head to nibble at Peter's neck.

If he could've bottled this whole interaction to save for later, he would have. Barnes between his legs teasing him with his mouth – his very talented mouth. Tony sucking on his neck while pressed up as close to his side as possible. It was amazing.

A few pleasurable seconds later it hit him as to why. These two amazingly gorgeous men were focusing all of their attention on him. If he was a plaything for them, they were treating him like he was the most expensive plaything they had ever had. Like he was precious to them. And they asked about his thoughts, his feelings, even his wants and desires. They had had a whole plan, but were willing to change it if he hadn't been comfortable with their idea.

He only really knew Tony by reputation. And even that was more about his alter-ego Iron Man. And Barnes he knew almost nothing about at all. But his opinion of the two so far was very positive. If he was giving ratings, his would be: Five out of five stars – would absolutely fuck again. And he hadn't even gotten to the fucking part yet.

Peter moaned loud enough to surprise himself when Barnes engulfed the full length of his cock. If he was supposed to hold out for any amount of time, it was going to be damn difficult.

As if sensing Peter's dilemma, Tony turned his face toward him and pressed their mouths together. "Focus on me, but let me know when you're close," he whispered against Peter's mouth.

Peter lasted longer than he thought he would, but he felt himself getting really close. He whimpered lightly against Tony's lips. Almost immediately he felt Barnes release his cock, but keep his hands on Peter's thighs.

"Let me know when you're good to go again," Tony said.

Breathing heavily, Peter nodded. He flicked his tongue out to taste Tony's mouth. But Tony gently pulled him away, thumb brushing Peter's jaw. "Just relax. Breathe. Bucky will start again when you're ready."

Peter leaned his head against Tony's, doing as he said, breathing and relaxing. Letting himself come down so they could go again. He let Tony and Barnes know when he was good, then Barnes was sucking his cock again.

It went on like that for nearly an hour. Peter was surprised he held out that long, but he really got into holding back and testing himself. It was amazing when he finally came in Barnes' mouth. He leaned against Tony again and muttered, "Sir's mouth is incredible."

Grinning, Tony agreed with Peter about Barnes' mouth. Then he said, "My turn." And dragged Peter onto his lap. He kissed Peter thoroughly while Barnes was tugging Tony's pants off his legs.

Peter felt Barnes behind him and broke the kiss long enough to look over his shoulder. The man on his knees held up a plastic syringe-like tube that he then dipped into a bottle of lube and pulled back the plunger to load it. Peter nodded at Barnes' silent permission request. He almost commented about how cool that was, but decided to turn his focus back to Tony and his warm kisses.

He could tell there were all sorts of movements going on, but Tony's focus never wavered from Peter, not even when he guided Peter's hips into position. "Slowly, Peter. I want to feel all of you," Tony said quietly.

As requested, Peter balanced on his knees and let his hips lower slowly, taking Tony's cock into himself at the most agonizing pace he'd ever experienced. The moment he was all the way down, he felt Barnes press a kiss to the base of his spine, then move away, presumably back to his chair to watch again.

Tony let out a long, warm groan of pure bliss. It made Peter smile that he could make someone as well-versed in sex as Tony Stark feel that good. He reached to push his hand through Tony's hair. It was just as soft and luxurious as he imagined it would be. The little quirk of Tony's lips made Peter want to put the man's head in his lap and just pet his hair until he fell asleep.

As though reading Peter's mind, Tony just said, "Maybe later." Then he shifted his hips, changing the angle just a little bit. "Now, sweetheart, ride me. Start slow and gradually speed up."

Peter's tongue passed over his lips and his hands settled on Tony's shoulders. However, all of the pressure he exerted was against his shins into the sofa, using his thigh muscles to move himself upward, then lower himself back down again. Slowly. Just like Tony had asked.

Another warm sound from Tony. Then he asked, "Are you good with me giving you instructions? I don't want you to feel like you're not a full participant."

Peter shook his head, exhaling sharply through his nose. "No no, I like it. I – I don't always know what people want to do. And not everyone is so good about saying what they want. This – this is great."

Behind him, Barnes grunted what sounded like frustration, but in that restrained way of someone being playfully denied something they want. It was way sexier than Peter would have ever thought. It made him wish he was facing Barnes so he could see him struggling. Wow, was that a kink thing he was into?

He turned his chin over his shoulder to get a quick glance at Barnes, but Tony reached to turn his head back. "Nuh uh. My turn." Fingers holding Peter's chin firmly, but not hurting him, Tony drew him in for another series of firm kisses.

That was another lesson – Tony was selfish and wanted the attention on him when it was his turn. Peter could understand that. He'd been enjoying the same thing earlier himself.

He'd slowly made his way up to a sedate pace that was similar to something he'd done before. What he hadn't experienced before, was already being so close to coming that he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold back if he kept moving. The smooth drag of Tony's cock inside him was too good.

Tony licked at the inside of Peter's mouth. "No need to resist. If you need to come, you should come. I want you to. Bucky wants you to. You made it through all of the edging already. Have a little fun now."

Peter nodded and kept fucking himself on Tony's dick. A few strokes later, his orgasm spilled ropes of come across his stomach and Tony's shirt. Shit...

Tony shook his head. "Forget the shirt. I have more. Come as often as you want. If you destroy my shirt, all the better."

It would take Peter forever to be okay with that, he knew it would. But his body proved him wrong on that count – once he'd stepped up his pace through two more orgasms, he no longer cared where his come landed. By orgasm number four, he was throwing his head back and all but screaming through the pleasure-pain of it. He sped up again. He knew he could do five for sure. It might be a little more uncomfortable than usual while riding Tony's cock, but he was sure he could do it.

While Peter was still lifting and lowering himself, Tony grunted and said, "I have a very important question," and his voice was a bit more strained now, "can I come in your ass?"

For a half-second, Peter was pissed at himself for forgetting protection. But, it was way too late at this point. He wouldn't contract any diseases anyway, thanks to his incredible spider abilities, but that didn't mean he was supposed to be an idiot and forget the condoms. On the other hand, Tony Stark wanted to come inside him and there was no way he was turning that down. It'd probably never happen again.

Peter nodded in quick little jerks of his head. "Y-yes. You can do that."

"Good," he said, then gripped Peter's hips and held them down against his own as they lifted off the sofa. Peter's eyes fell closed as he felt the hot liquid shooting into him. He'd never let anyone do that before and now he was wondering why not – it felt incredible. Or maybe that was just because it was Tony.

He was starting to think Tony had some sort of psychic abilities, because the next thing the man said was, "I don't want you to let anyone else except Bucky come in your ass like that."

Wait, did Tony want to see him again? How? Why? Seriously? But – why?

Tony sat forward and caught Peter's mouth in another searing kiss. "Fuck, you are beautiful. I wish we'd found you months ago when we started this. We could've deleted Tinder immediately after."

Peter swallowed the sudden nervous lump in his throat. "Um – are – are you wanting me to be your like benefits third from time-to-time?" he asked, not even sure that was an actual thing people did.

"Oh, we want so much more than that," Tony said. "If you're interested, that is."

"I – uh – I might be." He really might have been. He'd need to know what they had in mind first.

Another kiss – Tony's mouth was amazing too, just in different ways from Bucky's. "If you just want to do meet-ups here at the hotel, we can do that. If you are open to something more permanent, we can get you your own apartment in the Tower." From across the room, Barnes cleared his throat. "Right, you'd have to be near me so some people don't find out I'm hoarding all the good toys and banging the Winter Soldier too."

That was how he knew who Barnes was. Those news reports. He knew the man was familiar. But that wasn't important right now. Right now, he had to arrange some kinky sex dates with two of the hottest super heroes in the city.

"Well, the Tower's kinda far from campus, so probably better I don't move all the way over there yet. But I can make periodic dates work."

Tony smiled at him, it even lit up his eyes, so Peter could tell it wasn't one of those fake businessman smiles. "Excellent. You'll get messages from FRIDAY. She runs my calendar – and a bunch of other parts of my life. Anyway, How do you feel about staying the night here with us and teasing Bucky with this gorgeous body of yours just being in the room?"

"As long as you feed me, I'll stay as long as you want," Peter answered. Then added, "Wait, does Sir not want to come?"

Barnes groaned again. Tony answered, "Oh, he very much does, but it's Thursday, so he's not allowed except under very special circumstances."

"What circumstances are those?" Peter asked, curious and intrigued.

"That's like sixth date material. But don't worry," Tony said, slapping Peter gently on the side of his thigh, "it's all consensual. If he didn't love it, we wouldn't do it. Now, I think it's time we put in that room service order, then go get cleaned up while we wait for them to bring it up."