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When Stephan casted the corrective memory incantation, he wiped Peter from the minds of everyone in the collective multiverse… Well, everyone but a selected random 3. Those individuals would be completely randomized across the multiverse. No chance that they would hold good or bad intentions towards him. No way to know. All Strange knew was that it was too entirely cruel to leave Peter in a desolate reality doomed to eternal loneliness. The kid was too awkward to reapproach figures from his past, it would probably be too painful to recreate a relationship, only for it to be entirely one sided with memories and times never shared by the other.
So, this was a backup of sorts. A cry for help into the void of reality. Dear creator, all powerful source, buddha, whoever’s listening, PLEASE don’t let Peter find himself alone in this god forsaken place.
And it was done. The spell was cast. Now, Stephan himself didn’t choose to remember. He had full confidence that he’d go back into his mind sometime later, maybe in meditation, and realize that there was an aching gap in his memory. And peruse the reason for it. Possibly find the answer, and hopefully sooner then later. Although it was unlikely. So Strange continues on, none the wiser. And thus begins the start of Peter’s new life.
Peter jangled the lock on his window seal from the balcony. It was the dead of night and yet the city was roaring with life. He’d been cut across the breast tonight, his left pec bleeding and chilly against the dusk autumn air in queens.
“Common man.” Peter whined in a complaintive tone at the lock, as if it’d listen. His fingers were shaking slightly from the adrenaline. And he wanted nothing more then to get inside and craw under his covers.
The criminal he fought tonight wore a metal suit with red and gold tones. A mockery of Iron man. But seeing it, and having to fight against it shook loose something Peter thought he’d buried deep enough to forget.
Finally, the lock slipped, and the brunette stumbled through the open window. Toppling over himself and landing in a heap on his back.
“Screw that guy.” Peter said quietly to himself, eyes welling up with emotion. And then, realizing he was finally in the privacy of his own apartment, louder, “SCREW THAT GUY!” Thumping his fist onto the beige rug. His chest tightening painfully. The brunette huffed a sob as it crawled up his throat. Curling up into a ball. He felt like hell. Misery.
God, where was this all coming from? One second, he was fine? Making progress on his GED, enjoying a sandwich while delivering Pizza’s. probably on his way to becoming the best double tasker of all time, while figuring out mostly successfully how to be a full time adult! And now, this… Just one guy. Just one bad fight and he felt like his heart was going to shatter into a million pieces and he was going to combust.
He choked as the sobs worked out of him. He felt as if he was back at square one. Right back to standing in front of Iron man as he… As May… Oh god. May.
This felt volatile. He was truly going to explode. He was wracking, full on shaking and trembling on the rug as the emotions tore through his carefully structured blockades. The well of deep inner lying depression washing through his body. later that night, hours after and still lying on the floor, he compared it to an exorcism. A much-needed purge. He’d gone too long holding everything in. He knew that, logically. But it was different now, as an adult. He didn’t have his guardian’s shoulders to cry on. Or his friends. And he hadn’t … He didn’t know how to self sooth. Not yet. Was this a skill all adults just know? How were you supposed to learn this on your own anyway?
God. Being an adult is hard work. Peter already wanted a refund. He thought ruefully. Gingerly lifting himself from his spot on the floor.
“Damn.” He said, looking down at the big blood stain he’d left on his new rug. Good thing he was a chemist of sorts. He’d figure out how to lift the spot. Too bad may wasn’t here. She’d know how…
Peter felt mostly hollow now. There were visages of lingering pain. But for the most part, he just felt empty, and exhausted.
Maybe he’d take a break from swinging for a while. Just focus on school and his job for a bit. Focus on Peter. The city would be fine without him for a few weeks surely.
And with that thought, he decided to shower and slink into bed.
Thick, aroma heavy mist stirred in the depths of Peter’s mind as he slept. Wispy billows of deep purple and pale lavender mixed and swirled around three silhouetted figures.
They were blurred. Hard to make out. But the largest one stepped away from the group. The shadowy figure had a huge hulking frame. It rather intimidated Peter as it stalked closer, although there was something familiar about it? And when it was only a foot away, it stopped.
Peter was left to crane his neck up to try and decipher the features. But in true dreamlike fashion, they were forever shifting and changing, sliding until it was just a muddled imagination of eyes, hair color and nose shapes, all concealed in thick shadow.
And yet, despite both the disturbing imagery and imposing nature, the brunette yearned to know the being. Craved it’s attention. Knew on a subliminal level that he would be safer the closer he got.
Like the tide returning to the pull of the ocean, peter found himself floating into the figures open embrace. And just as the boy was about to collide into the shadowy being, He woke in a sweat.
Gasping and reaching forward into the empty air, he sat up.
“ughhh. Damn. What was that?” He asked. Yawning heavily into the palm of his hand, smelling his sour morning breath, he pulled a face and made his way to the bathroom.
The mirror fogged over as the boy proceeded through his morning duties. Brushing his teeth and trying to wash away his ever persistent eyebags. At least he mostly felt better.
The spiderling eventually wandered into the kitchen and decided on brewing a cup of instant coffee and pulled two bagels from the freezer, along with a tub of cream cheese from the fridge. He didn’t have much of a variety of food at any given time, but when he went shopping, he always bought in bulk and tried for mostly shelf stable stuff. SO, lots of peanut butter, frozen waffles, jars of nuts, ramen. College kid food. It wasn’t like it was altogether unhealthy. He needed lots of calories to support his active lifestyle. Or so he told himself.
His bagels dinged from the oven and the brunette made sure to smother the toasted buns in two heaping scoops of cream cheese each.
Focusing on enjoying the present moment often helped Peter to sort through his thoughts, but it also genuinely made life more enjoyable. Living in the present had become one of his number one escape methods from the past. Sure, stuff would creep up on him from time to time, But generally he was too busy to think about his potential depression if he was so locked in the moment. There just wasn’t any room for it, and he liked it that way.
Peter groaned around his mouthful of toasted creamy delight and followed it up with swigging down the rest of his coffee.
A wistful chime pinged from across the room. Peter stuffed the rest of his breakfast and made his way over to the phone sitting on it’s charger.
Boss man: Hey Pete, Would you mind covering Talia’s shift tonight? I know it’s gonna make it a 12 hour shift but I’m willing to pay your overtime, and we can get you a two hour break between shifts.
Peter typed out a quick response as he paced around his room, gathering his work things for the day.
Peter: Sure thing! Thanks for asking!
So he’d be working late tonight, perfect. He wanted to focus on his job and personal life this week and he supposed this was the perfect excuse. He nearly grabbed up his suit but paused. Mmm, No. If he grabbed it, that would mean he was expecting to do spider work, It would be too easy to slip on the mask and go heroing if he had it handy. He was fine on his own anyways.
And then he was off! The pizzeria was a mom and pop shop not but a 20 minute walk from his complex. The air was bitter but warming up, the afternoon promised to be warm with a slight breeze. Perfect for deliveries. The streets bustled and the people came and went from every witch way as Peter focused on every detail he could receive to keep himself present and grounded in the moment. He looked above the crowd of passerbys to eye some particularly sleazy ads for the new strip club that had opened just a few streets up from his job, and another ad for an Avengers musical. Peter scrunched up his nose and then sighed. He’d seen the reviews. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy a good musical every now and again. He owned several classics on a stark hard drive set aside for long plane rides. Practically had his own blockbuster library on that thing. But apparently the play had left out more then a few key details from the team, and they hadn’t chosen accurate costumes. It made him a bit sick to think on the few short video previews he’d seen on YouTube when he’d been curious. So he stopped thinking about it.
He arrived into his workplace five minutes early. The comforting overwhelming sent of pizza crust and pepperoni greeting his nose as he stepped through the back door.
“Hey Kalie! How’s Talia?” Peter inquired after greeting his blond coworker who handed him the first few boxes of pizza.
“Oh she’s fine! Just sprained her wrist from what I hear. You know how she is.” She said, disapproval laced into an endearing tone.
“How’d she do that?” Peter wondered, having a difficult time keeping the slight worry from his voice.
“She tripped apparently. I didn’t see, I was in the back room when she ran in here to grab her next order. Who knows? But she’ll be back in time for her next shift, so you don’t need to worry.” The blond commented offhandedly, walking back into the back office to grab her hairnet.
George, Peter’s boss, crossed the threshold as Kalie passed him.
“Peter! Thank the havens. You’re a blessing! Now get going before those get cold, the scooter keys are on the wall by the back door!” The man praised, hurrying peter out of the lobby as a pair of customers walked in.
The brunette balanced the pies on his shoulder as he made his way back towards the back door, grabbing the keys on the way out and starting the moped with the food strapped to the back.
The deliveries throughout the day went smoothly. And he even stopped into MJ’s workplace to grab a coffee, an afternoon pick-me-up. Things were still more then awkward, but they already had an inside joke and he’d managed to bring along a Lego set to work on while sitting next to Ned, which managed to catch his attention and they built a section of his starship while chatting about similar hobbies.
So over all it was turning out to be a good day.
He burnt through the day. Rushing around the city and climbing stairwells and delivering his famous pies to customers all of the above. He even managed a $50 tip from a particularly generous woman who called him a cutie. He blushed thinking about it, she was quite pretty.
Though lord knew he wasn’t looking to get involved with anyone. Not like that anyways. His heart just wasn’t in it right now. He didn’t think he’d ever be ready to get so attached to someone ever again. Maybe he could do some flings though? Now that was a thought. Maybe he’d stop by the strip club after work. He was 18 after all. May as well use his age to his advantage. At the very least it would be more material to jack off to when he got home. The perfect end to a pleasantly long day.
As the sun crept lower in the sky and dusk turned to dark, Peter found himself parking the scooter in the back of the shop and turning in his keys and helmet for the night.
He grabbed his belongings from the cubby and wandered back into the street. It was around 9:30 Pm on a Thursday night. So the club was sure to be bumping. Frisky dreams. That was the name of the club.
He approached it with half hearted hesitance. He felt odd walking into a club alone. What kind of losers went by themselves. And without cash to throw? Oh GOD! He forgot all about that. He was getting more and more anxious with every step closer to the front door. His brain attacking him with all sorts of ideas. He had a baby face. They would smell the virgin on him. He couldn’t even drink. He’d look so creepy just standing around and staring. He’s not even properly dressed. He probably looks like a hobo.
The more he thought about it, the worse it sounded In his head, until he was just hovering outside the club window, peaking inside with a grim expression. It was dark, and there were too many moving bodies, and it smelled… sweaty. And like alcohol. Not a pleasant idea. Now he really didn’t think it sounded like such a good idea anymore. Instead of continuing to stand in the window like a real freak, he started to make his way back home. He was passing the opening to the alleyway behind the club when it happened. His stomach plummeted and all the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stood erect.
No, NOO. Not now! Oh god. What could it be? Peter crept up behind the dumpster at the mouth of the ally just to peak around it and make sure nothing too tragic was about to unfold.
Deep in the shadows, a skirmish was brewing. Four middle aged men surrounded a fairly larger man. They were taunting him, outnumbered him, peter wondered if he’d insulted one of the party members.
“You’re not so tough now big guy. I paid for that slut, You had no business interfering with us yesterday, and now you’re gonna pay for it.” The leader of the group spat angerly towards the larger man.
“You paid the kind lady for a service she wasn’t offering. Scum like you have no business at establishments such as these.” The larger man growled back slowly in a baritone that Peter felt in his chest and… wait, why did it sound so familiar?
Then Peter heard a sound that jarred him from his thoughts, the click of a loaded gun and a gasp.
OH GOD OH GOD OH MY GOD. Someone was about to get SHOT and Peter had left his suit at home! He didn’t even have his wrist slingers because he wasn’t planning on swinging.
“Put that away Son. Or man up and use it.” The man taunted, Still holding his ground and standing a little taller.
“Brave words coming from a dead man.” The guy retorted. Some of his cronies nervously laughing.
“Common dude make it quick” Someone whispered nervously.
“I’m not the one about to make the fatal mistake.” That smooth deep voice practically purred. The air was tense. Too tense. Suit or no suit, webbing or not, he wasn’t about to sit around and watch a murder about to happen without doing anything.
The man cocked the gun and held it, finger over the trigger. And Peter chose that time to kick a rock into the Ally way. The noise startled the other men and all the eyes were drawn to him as he exited his hiding place.
“Heyyy guys! I thought the party was inside. Or is there a separate party going on out here?” He quipped nervously.
“Scram KID!” The leader snarled, aiming the gun at Peter. The events that followed this happened in such quick succession that Peter’s Still clawing to catch up.
In the blink of an eye. His spider sense shot through the roof. The Hulking figure ripped off his trench coat and several metal armatures extended from his spine, and in one smooth swoop, laid waist to the cronies and their leader, who’s gun went off in the commotion, Peter’s spider sense alerted him not a second too late as he narrowly dodged the bullet which blew a hole into the garbage can behind him.
A second later and he found himself being picked out of the air by one of the metal claws, hoisted up the building at a near breakneck speed.
When Peter’s world finally righted itself again, he was dizzy as all hell and panting with adrenaline. Falling back on his ass as he looked up at the terribly opposing figure Infront of him. Until it clicked.
“Peter? Peter are you alright? I heard the gun go off, did you get hit?” The man asked, slightly panicked, his claws assisted Peter as he rose from the ground and approached the worried man before him.
“O-Otto? Doctor Otto?” Peter asked, He felt like his brain was spinning a million miles a minute. This wasn’t possible. He was supposed to be back in his own dimension? He Wasn’t supposed to remember him!!??
“Yes, dear boy, Now, are you hurt? Please, try and focus this is important?” He pressed, grasping the younger man’s shoulders in a firm grip, turning him from side to side, checking for visual signs of bullet holes.
It was taking the brunette’s brain longer then usual to catch up with the overwhelming shock of information.
‘I – I, I don’t think so.” He managed. He was so high on adrenaline he was almost positive he probably wouldn’t feel it at the moment. Otto spun him around a third time just to be sure before stopping but he didn’t seem completely convinced.
“I- How is this possible?” Peter asked after a moment of tense silence. It lingered for a moment more.
Then Otto sighed heavily. “I had the choice to, return. But… I didn’t want to. Didn’t have anything to go back to. My reputation as a renowned scientist was ruined by the crimes I’d committed as doc ock, and frankly, this place felt like a new start.” He finished.
“But… But how do you… How do you still know me?” Peter asked quietly. It felt like he was dreaming. That someone, just one person would know him… sounded to good to be true.
“What ever do you mean dear boy?” Now Otto looked thoroughly confused.
“W- When Strange casted that spell to… to fix the multiverse, he cast a memory wipe. So that everyone would forget me… that was the only way to fix it.” Peter explained. The older man before him looking more and more alarmed with every word that left his mouth.
“What? Seriously? That’s, unforgivable? Who is this wizard!? No, that’s a terrible fate to have to endure. Especially at your age and with everything you’ve already sacrificed.” The man was appalled by the thought. He pulled Peter roughly into his arms without thinking, overwhelmed with the upsetting emotion this news brought him. Thinking on everything he’d put the kid through and his fellow cronies just the month before, and how Peter had struck him as such a pure soul, willing to give his life to save an enemy.
Peter gasped, enveloped by the man’s strong leather clad arms, resting against Otto’s plush chest, focusing on trying to calm his breathing. He’d come to terms with the unfairness of it all a few weeks ago. It didn’t mean that it wasn’t still raw though. Emotions still simmered near the surface, waiting for an excuse to break free.
Peter turned his head up to look at the man’s face, and that’s when it struck him. Otto… Was the man in his dreams!
“Oh my, look what I’ve done. please excuse my rude intrusion of your personal space!” The man babbled bashfully as he drew the younger man back to an arm’s length distance. Peter felt like he was riding an emotional roller-coaster. The primal part of his mind begging to crawl back into his comforting embrace. The first real hug he’d gotten since the accident.
“Back to the matter I suppose, Thank you for that welcome distraction. I really hate pulling these things out in public if I don’t have to. They cause too much panic. But those crude men weren’t off put by my stature I suppose I was saving them for the last moment, a final dramatic flourish if you will, aha, but I didn’t anticipate that they’d be carrying. It seems like most of the city Is carrying these days, and the weapons look more compact, possibly, well definitely more deadly than the ones from my timeline.” It struck Peter that Otto was both Nervous and rambling. Which was surprisingly endearing. He seemed like a genuinely kind and gentle being, The arms and the AI accompanying him were almost his complete opposite. It was a marvel and Peter felt like he was experiencing some sort of second-hand bipolar whiplash.
“Oh, yeah it’s really no big deal, its kinda my full time job, being spiderman and all that.” Peter rambled back, looking away shyly and clutching the back of his neck.
“Oh, my dear don’t kid yourself. My thanks remain, dodging stray bullets is no small task I assure you. I’ve dodged a few in my day and it felt like locking bull horns with death and only narrowly escaping it.” He said seriously. Patting Peter on the head. Peter was still nervous and working on catching up to the current conversation.
“Any who, I probably shouldn’t keep you. You were probably on your way home before I plucked you away from the street.” The man mused.
“Ahh, That’s okay. I find myself enjoying your company over the thought of my empty house.” Peter found himself saying and then winced, He was oversharing. He didn’t have his guard up.
“Well, what about that sweet aunt of yours? May was it? She’s much younger in this universe.” He reminisced, smiling.
Peter hung his head and shook it. “um… Green goblin. When he- when he collapsed the building… She-” he couldn’t finish his sentence. He heard Otto’s faint gasp as peter curled his arms protectively around himself. Holding back the tears welling up in his ducts.
“Oh – Peter, I – I had no idea…” Otto said quietly grieving alongside Peter as he watched the boy’s shoulders start to softly shake.
“Here, come here boy.” Otto offered gently, opening his arms. Peter’s breath caught on a sob and he pressed his forehead forward into the warmth of the man’s chest. He breathed deeply, inhaling the man’s more then pleasant aroma. He smelt of leather, and oil and strawberry cigar smoke. And it was heady. Heavy in his lungs. Calming in a way he didn’t expect it to be.
Peter needed this. He was robbed of it so many times. His fists clutched into the stomach of Ottos turtleneck. A father figure. Otto radiated the energy. The strong masculinity combined with his nurturing nature and plush body. He was perfect, and wow Peter was hopeless. He was hopelessly attached to the idea of him. To the idea of this powerful man standing with him, Hugging him here so tightly. Becoming that Anchor in a time where he’d been about to float away. Been about to end it all. And here he was, with sweet words and a soothing voice and an overwhelming presence… And he REMEMBERED.
It was merely a few minutes before the tears stopped, but it felt like an eternity in Peters head. And he was convinced he would do anything to stop another man like this from slipping away from him. He’d lost to many. Too much. And if this was the universe giving him a last shot at a good future, he was going all in. In for a penny and all that.
“There there, How’s that? Better?” Otto asked, Lifting Peter’s face and tenderly swiping away the tear tracks with a gloved thumb and meeting his eyes. Otto smiled at the boy’s doe eyed appearance. And thought briefly what he’d done to deserve such carnage. Maybe this was why he was here. Rosie always preached about trusting the flow of reality. That you always ended up where you were supposed to be. And he felt a surge of protectiveness that he hadn’t felt in… Since Rosie. Strange. He supposed this is what it must feel like to become a father. The raw emotion in regard to someone you thought so much of, even before you’ve met them.
Peter swallowed thickly and nodded. He couldn’t keep the awe from his expression. He was in awe of this man. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve this comfort, but it was a blessing he wasn’t ready to get rid of, even if the moment was starting to go stagnant. Peter pulled away and breathed a last resigned sigh before looking up again.
“Ah, So, do you, have anywhere to stay?” Peter asked. Otto looked away bashfully again and laughed at that.
“Oh no need to worry about me, I’ve been managing.” He waved off the question.
“Which is code for what?” Peter pressed, folding his arms.
“Persistent, aren’t you.” Otto teased fondly. When Peter continued to look unimpressed and expectant the man cracked.
“ha, I guess You caught me, I’ve been staking out in a few abandoned ware houses. Nothing too sketchy. And the shelter offers food and free showers in exchange for manual labor. So I’m able to scrape by.”
Peter’s jaw dropped.
“You’re homeless? You’ve been homeless this whole time?” Peter accused.
“No, well ah, I suppose but I’m well taken care of and I’ve managed to make some friends, I’ve been offering protection to some of the ladies here, and in exchange they throw be some bills when they can manage. I’ve been saving up for an apartment. It’s going better then I initially planned. They’re pretty loaded.” He says sheepishly.
Peter purses his lips. He supposed it was more then a decent plan. Plenty smart considering the brilliant scientist had figured out how to live a decent life at the bottom of the food chain from only a month of arriving.
“Well… I mean. You could always like, Come live with me until… well until whenever?” Peter rushed. The idea popping in his head and out of his mouth before he had time to assess it. Crap, he probably sounded like a weirdo. They barely knew each other and here peter was ready to sacrifice his privacy to an X Villain. Granted a villain who felt more like home then his own apartment did for the time being but oh well, its out in the open now.
“Oh no no. I couldn’t impose on you like that, although that’s very sweet of you dear boy.” The dark haired man said quickly.
“I just don’t like the thought of you in the streets, I mean, it would be no trouble. It’s my apartment, so there’s no one to tell you no. And the crooks out here now a days are way scarier than the one’s back then. I mean what if someone sees your arms and like, jacks them from you while you’re sleeping? People are desperate and crazy here. I’d rather you stay with me.” Peter figured if he was going to sell it he’d have to lay it on thick. And it seemed to be working…
Otto ponders this for a moment.
“As much as I’d love to say there’s no way someone would try that, I’ve seen some of the crazy villains of your time and mine who’d beg to differ. There’s really no telling whether someone would shoot me dead and loot my corpse, so I guess you make a good point.” Otto reasoned to himself, then looked back to Peter.
“I suppose you’ve made your case, Shall we?” Otto asked, gesturing to the city.
“Do you mind if I ride you down? No webs.” Peter asked innocently. At Otto’s cough and sputter Peter realized the double meaning of his question and backtracked.
“I MEAN, NOT Like, Not ride you as in RIDE you, like in a sexual way! I just meant like, in your arms! Or straddling, AH – Fuck it, I’m gonna stop talking.” Peter’s face was beat red, it felt like the tips of his ears were on fire and Otto was laughing at the absurdity of it all.
“No worries, dear boy, no need to be embarrassed, mine was the one in the gutter, I should be ashamed.” He laughed, clapping peter on the shoulder. It did nothing to quell Peter’s chronic embarrassment.
“Up we go.” Otto announced before hoisting the boy who was still hiding his face in his hands into his arms.
“Unless that spider sense also acts like a GPS I believe I’ll require some assistance there dear.” Otto chuckled teasingly.
“God… I’m never gonna live that down am I?” Peter asked. Twists of anxiety and… excitement? Curling in the pit of his stomach, fighting for dominance over the other.
Otto chuckled again, the baritone of it right up against the brunettes cheek. Causing his stomach to flutter oddly. “Don’t worry, I’m not that big of a tease.” The older man winked, and Peter was flustered and hiding all over again.
Miraculously, they made it back to peter’s flat unscathed, Otto carrying the boy the whole way there, and he wasn’t complaining one bit. He was used to May coddling him, being snuggly with his friends, the works. And now that there’d been a stark absence of that, he was quite literally touch starved. And perfectly fine with admitting that if it meant he could milk every precious second of being in this man’s arms for everything it was worth. Basking in the tender warmth and steady breathing combined with the sound of his strong heartbeat and smell of his heady musk.
It felt too soon when they arrived onto the fire escape and Peter finally had to let go and climb down in order to jangle the lock free. He worried momentarily if Otto would be able to fit through his open window and panicked for a second before realizing that It was only open half way. He drew the window all the way open, and although it was a tad awkward (Otto not being as limber as the younger boy) He managed just fine with the assistance of his actuators.
“So, ha, welcome to my humble abode. Bedroom is there, bathroom is there, kitchen couch and living room is in here, It’s not much but its home. And I figured since we’ll probably both be out most of the day it shouldn’t get too cramped.”
“Ah, Its wonderful Peter, You’ve done well for yourself in these times, especially considering the oppressive circumstances. Really I can’t thank you enough.” Otto said sincerely, walking around the small living area and gesturing to the couch. “May I?” He inquired politely.
“Yeah yeah, for sure, make yourself at home Mr. Oh ah – “
“Otto’s just fine Peter.” He chuckled lightly. Peter laughed nervously, his nerves fried. “Okay Otto. Yeah feel free to get comfy. How much does that thing weigh anyways?”
Otto sat down on the fairly worn couch with a grunt, adjusting to get comfortable before looking up to answer his question.
“Oh well, its made out of titanium alloy, so, maybe around .08 tons altogether?” Otto mused
Peter gaped. “But that’s, Thats 160 pounds? And your spine supports that?” Otto laughed but it was self deprecating.
“Just barely. Their fused into my spine, and most days it feels as if I’m tearing myself apart. But I’ve used them as a crutch for so long it’s hard to imagine being without them.” He said wistfully.
Peter crept closer until he was sitting at the base of the couch. “Well, maybe now that you’re here for good we could build something more efficient? Upgrade them. So they’re not painful to you?” Peter offered slowly, all of the actuators were focused intently, unblinking with eerie white glows in the dark room.
“That, That sounds wonderful Peter. You’re such a kind boy, you’ve known me for only a fraction of a moment and here you are spewing all these brilliant ideas. You’re so talented. I would’ve loved to have a mind like yours at Oscorp working under me.” The man spoke softly into the room smiling down at Peter, large deep brown eyes so expressive and crinkled in the corners from behind his dark spectacles.
Peter found himself flushed again and not knowing how to respond to such genuine praise. So he just sputtered out a “t- Thank you Sir. I – Yeah. I’m just happy to host.” He finished lamely. Otto blushed.
“Oh please, Sir makes me feel old, I mean, I am old but just Otto is fine.” He requested bashfully. Peter internally cringed, He really was old, well 40 isn’t that old, But then again, he was plucked from a timeline that existed over 30 years ago. SO technically his normal behavior is probably akin to most 70-year-olds… That was weird to think about.
“So um, don’t you have any clothes or belongings?” Peter inquired, changing the subject. Otto raised his thick eyebrows and nodded.
“Yes actually. I have a few sets of clothing and some toiletries that were donated to me. But I’ll swing by and grab them tomorrow. My back is in favor of this couch at the moment.” He grinned. Then sighing, settled deeper into the cushions.
Peter stood from the floor, “Oh, are you sure you don’t want to sleep on my bed? It’s a twin but I was prepared to sleep out here…”
“Oh no no. You’ve been so hospitable to me boy, I wouldn’t take your bed from you, I don’t think I’ve slept in a proper bed since the accident. I’ve had a few mattresses on the floor, but this tops those 100%.
The bulk of my weight usually presses the mattress flat, and I’m left to lay on the springs, So I’m in heaven right now.” He settled his head back against a pillow propped behind him.
“Oh, okay yeah I guess that makes sense.” Peter made a mental note to buy a larger bed frame and a fancy mattress with his saved tips, he was sure he could afford it, and this newfound motivation to help Otto made it worth his while. He was excited to spend money again, which was an odd thought.
His whole life money had been tight, accept when he was with Mr. Stark, or the other avengers, Then money just happened. Money would just happen around Otto too. Peter just felt it. He felt safe.
“Well, help yourself to anything in the fridge or cupboards to eat, I don’t have any large variety, but I’ve got a big metabolism so there’s plenty of food. Did you want some water before I head to bed? I could pour you a glass?” Peter asked, feeling a bit awkward just standing now.
“Oh, yes thank you, Water would be great.” He said, and then “Plain water. No salt I mean” He added almost as an afterthought. Peter looked back over his shoulder curiously at that. Who would add salt to water anyways, that would just further dehydrate the consumer?
Peter poured a tall glass and walked back over to the couch to hand it to the man. Peter was reminded of the sheer size difference of their hands as the other man’s nearly covered Peter’s smaller ones entirely. His fingers were impossibly thick and defined under the leather gloves… Peter quickly recovered from his sidetracking thoughts and promptly wished the older man a good night before rushing back into his room to get ready for bed, He grabbed his toiletries and rushed into the bathroom.
Closing and locking the door behind him, he undressed and started the showerhead. Reveling In the heat of the water cascading over his toned body. The cut on his pec was healing nicely, but it would definitely scar. Not that it bothered him. It meant he was doing his job. Nothing had killed him yet, but they’d tried, and that’s what they symbolized.
Peter’s mind briefly wandered back to the man about to fall asleep in his living room. He looked so at home on his couch, like he’d be perfectly fine to never leave, and it was perfect. Peter wondered what it would be like if he could crawl up onto his lap and curl up. Would he allow it? Maybe… He seemed the tactile type. He was so comforting, like hot broth in a blizzard, or a weighted heated blanket on a cool evening, or a favorite childhood movie. Home. He felt like home. That was startling. Peter wondered absentmindedly if his progression of associative thought comparisons should really worry him, But pushed it to the back of his mind. He just wanted to be held. Was that so bad? He wanted to be held, and coddled. He wanted Otto to hold him and slowly run his huge hands up and down his back. He wanted to be crushed against the man’s chest while listening to him speak sweet comforting praise. Wanted to be able to cry into the crook of his shoulder while sitting on his lap. have those large fingers pulled through his defiant brown tresses and scratch his scalp.
Peter moaned at the thought. As soon as the soft sound escaped him he clapped his hand over his mouth, alarmed. And even more alarmed when he looked down to find his cock fully erect and dribbling precum. Fuck, ah, no… That’s no. That was not a reason to be hard, Stupid dick. Stupid Bonner. Peter gingerly gripped his cock in his palm anyways. No point in wasting it, especially in a place as convenient as the shower. The brunette slowly stroked over the reddened tip, leaning his forehead against the tile shower wall, breathing slower. Focusing on the glide over the sensitive head, running his fingers through the precum and gripping it down to the base, letting his mind wander a bit for the sake of preserving his arousal. It was easy for his thoughts to go back to Otto. He didn’t know why they were so appealing, but maybe it was just part of his hero worship complex that he always seemed to fall into. Maybe he was a pervert, so be it. Images flashed behind Peter’s eyes. Otto holding him, pressing him firmly against his body, letting him ride his thigh, helping him to grind over it, Peter whimpered aloud. Imaging otto praising him in that deep baritone, complimenting his curls, running his gloved hand over Peter’s wanton body, over his thighs, over his pecks, over his neck. The back of his neck… Peter touched the spot he knew would have him finishing all too soon, but he couldn’t resist the urge, preserving the mental image of Otto petting him there set all his nerves alight and he came like that, overstimulated and with a muffled cry into the crook of his arm.
After he’d given himself a moment to cool down, he finished up his shower and dried himself. Wrapping the towel tightly around his waist before peaking out into the living room. Otto looked to be mostly asleep, so peter deemed it safe to slip back into his bedroom.
Otto had been dosing lightly when he heard a faint cry from the bathroom. His actuators had the ability to hyper focus on noise if it was applicable to any kind of project, he didn’t often use the feature, but he did now, the poor boy must be crying in the shower, surly distraught about having to play host with an ex-villain, or the loss of his aunt. From the couch, Otto crept an actuator along the floor closer to the door of the bathroom, just to make sure he’d be alright. But what he heard next wasn’t at all what he expected or in support of his previous conclusion.
The boy’s breathing was, heavy. Not hyperventilating. Over the sound of the shower the wet sound of a hand sliding across skin was utterly apparent, accompanied by soft whines and whimpers. The older man blushed furiously. He really shouldn’t be listing to that. It was obscene. This was perverted. He really shouldn’t be listening, but the soft sounds were… entrancing. Music to his ears, sated something primal inside of him. Even as he grew firm in his trousers and shifted uncomfortably because of it, he’d not touch himself here. No, he’d save that for later maybe tomorrow if he was lucky enough to find a moment of peace.
He listened carefully, clenching his jaw tightly when Peter climaxed. His cursed brain conjuring lewd images trying to picture pleasured facial expressions on the beautiful boy. Otto groaned quietly and shifted in his seat again, His cock hot and heavy against his pant leg. He quickly withdrew his actuator when he heard the water shutting off. Wishing he had a blanket to hide his arousal, and then figured draping his actuators artfully along his lap was going to have to do. He pretended to be asleep as the boy slipped out of the bathroom, but managed to sneak a peak of Peter’s bear back and shoulders, and the curve of his spine before it disappeared under the tan towel.
He hoped he’d be able to get a good night’s rest after getting himself so riled up.
Peter sleeps peacefully for the most part, No dreams disturb his slumber this time around. He finally got the bone deep relaxation he’d been needing since the accident. Just the thought of having someone in his living room was a comforting thought in itself.
Peter yawned as he woke up. Stretching sore muscles and slowly getting up from his warm spot, blanket falling off his bare chest. He needed to pee. Peter didn’t bother putting anything on, he never did. His boxers had always been more than sufficient while living alone. And it wasn’t that he forgot Otto was here… it was more that his brain was still pleasantly foggy from his especially deep slumber. So when he wandered out of his room to grab a glass of water and do his morning duties, his heart leapt up into his throat in surprise.
Otto was snoring, not loudly, but it was a nasally sound. He was fully reclined, the armchair couch hybrid seeming to envelop him, and wow. He looked so much different in the day. It was one thing to see him during the night, hauntingly tall, large frame, mostly hidden by shadows. And another thing entirely like this. The early morning sunlight coming in from the far window lit his features ethereally. His sleeping face was so peaceful. His stomach fell and rose from beneath the band, Peter let his gaze travel lower… OH. Oh my god. Otto was… Peter looked away in embarrassment. Of course, he had morning wood, It was only natural. But god, It looked like someone stuffed a sausage down the front of his pantleg, Peter could help another glance. He was naturally curious, and he supposed the man’s um… had to be proportionate with his height and all that, but wow. That sure gave a new meaning to sitting on his lap. Peter blush furiously at his train of thoughts before a movement towards the floor caught his eye.
It was one of the actuators. Wait, wasn’t otto asleep? He had to be. He was still lightly snoring, and his heart rate was steady, no signs of being awake. Then how? Peter crept closer, curiosity getting the best of him, forgetting himself, he reached toward the armature, just for a closer look since the man was still asleep.
When Peter entered close enough to reach out to it, something, some kind of defense mechanism was activated, and the eye on Otto’s claw glared red before lunging at him, grabbing the boy by the waist and slamming him down onto his back. The brunettes brain still being too muddled with morning fog to have registered the threat and react intime.
“Ughhh, Peter?” Otto asked gruffly. His morning voice thick and deep, and dammit, Peter was basically naked, pinned by Otto’s claw and fuck his voice was hot, and goddamnit Not NOW You STUPID DICK, Peter snapped his legs close to try and hide his obvious growing interest in the situation as the man above him woke slowly.
Otto rubbed his eyes, squinting against the sunlight and reaching over the side table to grab his shades, fixing them on the bridge of his nose before finally looking down at Peter.
“Ah, It seems I’ve caught a spider. You’ll have to forgive me dear boy, I installed that program to keep me safe while sleeping in strange places.” The older man apologized in that gravely tone, retracting the actuator from Peter’s chest, and then, upon further inspection gasping and pulling peter closer.
“OH GOOD GOD Did I do That?!” The man panicked, inspecting Peter’s gnarly chest scar which looked suspiciously like a large scratch as opposed to a cut.
Peter flushed even deeper, he was standing between the mans knees as the older man looked to him with deep concern and Peter couldn’t find the words to respond, The blood flow leaving his brain in favor of other areas and leaving him especially dumb at a time where he should really start speaking. God he was screwed.
“Goodness me, you invite me into your home and this is how I repay you, how rotten. How ever can I make this up to you?” Otto asks, his tone self-deprecating again, His fingers, sans the glove, tracing the outline of the scar cautiously. Peter felt sparks flying across his skin everywhere the man touched. He had a hand on Peter’s hip to stead him and inspected the raw sensitive flesh with a delicate touch of the other. Worry and self-loathing a mix of emotions on the man’s face. Completely oblivious of the inner turmoil peter was experiencing just being so close to the man. He was fully erect, his cock jumping with every small graze against his sensitive skin.
“Doc, no. Ah. I mean. You didn’t. that’s from a few days ago.” Peter rambled, Burning bright red. Something finally seemed to click in the doctors head as he met peters eye and the worried expression fell away to be replaced with relief, and then upon actually inspecting Peter’s face, pupils blown wide, blushing down his neck, (he’d thought it was coloration from agitated skin) looked surprised. And then he looked down. Oh god, Peter was going to dye of embarrassment. He wanted to reach down and cover himself but he didn’t want to seem like a stupid kid, so he stood there, wracking his brain for something to say. Luckily Otto saved him.
“Oh god, here I went again assuming things. Now I’ve practically molested you, so early in the morning too, you haven’t even had a cup of coffee or your breakfast, incredibly rude of me.” Otto pushed peter to stand to the side of him gently and lifted himself from the couch with a groan. That went straight to Peter’s dick. Stupid dick.
The man stretched and arched his back, popping it.
“I’ll make us coffee and we can pretend none of this happened, How does that sound?” Otto offered kindly, looking like he wanted to reach out and pat Peter’s shoulder but stopping himself.
“Oh, yeah, that – That sounds nice, fine. Ah, coffees on the counter and the pots are under the sink.” Peter fumbled turning away and towards the bathroom. Somehow Otto made him feel like a kid with an inappropriately timed bonner, and somehow that made it worse. Like he took all the blame for peter’s arousal which both stoked it and invalidated it. God this was confusing. At least he didn’t think Peter was some kind of Perve. He hoped at least.
He couldn’t resist touching himself after he locked the door again. Standing over the toilet, gripping his shaft and whimpering, Re imagining the feel of Otto’s hands gingerly tracing his scar, He gasped quietly. Touching the spot again with his own hand. He had no idea his scars were so sensitive. They’d never been a pleasure point for him before. But peter doubted there was a place on his body that wouldn’t feel erotized if Otto touched it. He imagined the mans hands tracing up, circling his pert nipples, pinching them. His other hand sliding back over his boxers, kneading into the flesh of his ass. It would fill his palm nicely. He could probably cup the whole thing easily, And maybe he’d pull Peter closer, maybe he'd lean down and kiss his scar better. Peter’s cock jerked, spurting precum. God he was so close. And maybe one sweet kiss would turn into too, and he’d open his mouth and suck just so, and his tongue would run along the seam of it.
Peter tried desperately to muffle his moan when he came suddenly with a gasp. Something about this man apparently had Pater by the balls, and the boy couldn’t for the life of him figure out the near gravitational pull of attraction that had developed suspiciously out of nowhere.
He’d put it to the back of his mind for now. He could unpack his newfound bisexuality later.
In the kitchen, Otto quickly prepared the water to boil and then leaned heavily against the countertop.
The boy had been half naked in his arms. He’d practically fondled him, and he’d gotten hard from it. Had he been hard the whole time? Otto didn’t look when he’d been pinned to the floor. He’d pinned him to the floor. Oh god. Otto groaned quietly to himself and reached down to readjust himself in his pants. He really needed relief. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d jacked off.
Something about every interaction with the young man was so charged. Had his awareness fumbling. Like a live wire. So He looked, he couldn’t help it. The boy was beautiful. His body was toned, and his erection straining against his thin worn boxers was something that wouldn’t leave his head for a while surely… Which was Odd because he couldn’t remember a time when a man had enticed him like this… He may have experimented in collage before Rosie, but everyone did that. This was new. This was… dangerous. A soft moan came from the bathroom and Otto’s hand flew to his erection as it strained in his trousers. He leaned more fully against the granite top, squeezing his member as a curious actuator again snuck up to the door.
Peter’s soft pants and small whines did nothing to quell the building arousal the pit of Otto’s stomach. Oh what he’d give have the boy withering and making those noises in his lap. Or just standing in front of him like the moment before.
If he’d been any less of a gentleman, he’d of teased the boy, thumb over the erection through his boxers. Lean down a place open mouthed kissed to the waist band. Snap it with his teeth. Look up and watch the sweet boy cover his face in embarrassment as Otto cupped his arse and Pulled him closer so that he could lay open mouthed kisses to the fabric over his erection. Soak it in warm saliva while the boy moaned and twitched in his arms.
Otto realized he was lazily stroking his own erection to the fantasy and gripped it tight as Peter climaxed.
Twice in the short span of barely two days he’d listened to that sweet boy jack off and climax.
Otto correctly assumed he didn’t have a girlfriend. He was too high strung. But then again Otto was mostly on the same boat, He just didn’t have the luxury of privacy to exploit his own arousal. Witch was sure to make every interaction from here forward 100x more intense.
Peter exited the bathroom and slunk into his bedroom after a few more minutes and Otto decided it was a good time to take care of his bathroom duties.
When Peter was finally decent, he excited his bedroom and walked into the kitchen to grab himself a cup of coffee as Otto was exciting the bathroom.
“Thanks for the coffee doc” Peter said cheerfully, sitting at the dining table with his cup and a quickly made Peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“Oh I only heated the water but you’re welcome anyway.” Otto said, stooping to sit at the wooden chair which creaked under his weight which made the man color with embarrassment. Peter needed to buy heavier duty chairs. He didn’t want the man to feel uncomfortable.
“So, any plans for the day?” Doc asked conversationally. Sipping his brew.
“Ah, just work, Also, that reminds me, I need to get you a key today so you don’t have to use the window, I can probably do that on my way back, but for now, you can have mine. Less conspicuous for me to come In that way, and I usually use the fire escape anyway” Peter rambled. Going to get up, one of the actuators pushed him back down by the shoulder.
“Shhh sweet boy. I’ll be fine. No need to rush this. Plus, you’ll need the key to make a copy, unless the technology has changed since then.” Otto pointed out with a raised brow. Peter rolled his eyes at himself.
“Oh, yeah, no duh.” He slapped his forehead. “Okay well, I’ll do it sometime this week.” Otto hummed.
“So, what about you?” Peter inquired politely.
“Oh, I’ll probably swing by the place I was staying to grab my things, just a few boxes I can stack in the corner. And I’ll probably wander around for the rest of the day. No point in wasting it here if they’ll be no company.” He winked. Peter felt the heat trying to work up his neck and smiled, pointedly looking away.
“Well, I better be off, gotta get to it. You can leave the window unlocked. Its kinda hard to fiddle with if you don’t know how.” Peter said, standing and clearing his plate while drinking down the last of his coffee in a few large gulps. Otto watched his throat work with reserved interest, averting his eyes when the boy finished.
“Thank you, have a nice day, ride safe.” Otto called as Peter fumbled with his things out the door.
The landlord across the hall was standing next to the open hall window smoking and caught sight of peter leaving his apartment.
Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit, Please don’t see me.
“Hey! Pete, what was that ruckus this morning? Was that you? Some tenants downstairs called about a loud bang. Said it shook the ceiling and they worried about it caving. It woke me up personally.” The surly man inquired.
“Oh ah, I was hanging those LED stirps and I fell, Nothing too crazy, Sorry about that.” Peter lied easily. The man didn’t look convinced but rolled his eyes anyways.
“Also your rent is a week overdue, When am I going to see that money? You can’t keep paying late, I have a filing system.”
“It’s ah! Its in my tip jar at work! I promise they’re paying out today.” Another lie.
“Get it to me.” The man sighed and peter took it as his dismissal.
Work that day progressed as mostly normal. He made a few good tips, feeling in a better moon and putting forth a more genuine happy attitude which charmed the customers and some of the regulars. Overall it was pretty slow paced, but comfortable. And that was mostly how the next few days proceeded.
There was still an underling tension, but Peter was doing his absolute best to keep it under control. They hadn’t had many more embarrassing situations, and Peter now dressed in pajamas for bed, and so did Otto. Although Otto in large gray sweatpants and a graphic tee was also strangely arousing but he always shoved the thoughts as soon as he had them.
It was around two weeks in when Otto brought home a flat screen TV. Peter didn’t watch much TV since he had his phone but he was elated by the idea none the less. Otto informed him that he’d received it from someone moving out and paid a really reasonable amount for it so Peter didn’t question it further. As long as it wasn’t stollen that was fine in his book.
Peter connected and set up the TV on the accompanied wall mount before plugging everything in. He had cable Wi-Fi for his computer when he needed it for school, and a student plan with prime video and the login to Happy’s Netflix account under May’s name, Which Peter felt justified in using. So after connecting all the apps via Roku, They decided to have a movie night. Peter had finally paid his rent and Otto had offered to buy take out, which he of course couldn’t say no to.
So there they were, both in their comfortable clothing, eating chow Mein on the couch, looking for a promising show to binge.
“Oh! OH! I heard the Witcher is really good. It’s about this guy that goes around on quests and kills monsters, I think. Or we could watch Star Wars. I have the whole collection in my YouTube Library. Do you like Syfy?” Peter asked timidly. He was aware of how much of a nerd he must sound like right now. Otto just chuckled.
“I’m very fond of Syfy. I actually watched all six movies recently. They were great.” He said around a bite, eyebrows raised. “I’m curious about this Witcher though. Is he a witch? Or wouldn’t he be a wizard.” The man wondered aloud. This made Peter laughed, so they ultimately decided to watch that. Peter was already 4 episodes in, which was good because the first few episodes where a bit scandalous. Thought Peter was secretly hoping for more if only to watch the older man’s reaction
“This is… Awfully well made. It’s hard to imagine these creatures are only images on the screen.” The older man commented as the protagonist Fought a particularly nasty beast, wielding his sword to strike heavy blows against it.
The episode ended with a heavy cliff hanger, and they decided to settle in for a second one. The night was still young any who. Peter had managed to soot and shift discreetly until his head was rested comfortably on one of Otto’s thighs, long finished with his food, the older man casually ran his fingers through Peters hair, petting it softly, unconsciously.
The main character, Geralt was fishing for a djinn. Peter recalled hearing something about this episode but put his thoughts about it aside for now. When the scene switched to the female antihero Peter focused nearly all his energy on not being immature.
“I suppose its only logical to assume that there was once a magic spell for that kind of thing before Viagra was invented.” Otto remarked with a chuckle.
Peter tensed holding his laugher, but a few nervous giggles escaped him. He experienced a wash of secondhand embarrassment when the mayor appeared naked in his kitchen.
The man above him laughed. “that was you the other day, wasn’t it? Confused and starkers’. Well, I suppose you did have your boxers, so I’ll give you credit for that.” The man teased lightly. Pulling lightly at the boy’s scalp.
Peter grumbled and hid his burning face against the man’s plush thigh. His ministrations combined with the teasing and the heady sent of the mans showered after shave where working in tandem to rile the boy up. Luckily, he was mostly laying on his stomach, So if his erection did grow to full mass he could hide it.
Then the show got properly raunchy. The main character walked into the witches’ chamber, and was promptly assaulted by the room which was filled with couples coupling. A proper orgy.
“Christ. This is basically a porno at this point? You don’t need to see this.” Peter was catching Otto’s second had embarrassment as the man cupped a hand over Peter’s face.
“Common Ottooo, I’m not a kid!” Peter whined anyways, trying to wrestle the man’s thick hand out of his eyesight.
“I don’t care, this is filthy. You shouldn’t be subjected to that, I’ll show you when it’s over.” The man said forcefully.
Peter found the more he struggled the harder he got, and in favor of not exposing himself, he just huffed in resigned defeat and glared playfully up at the man once the scene had passed.
“Must she ware such scandalous clothes? They’ve left nothing to the imagination” The man halfheartedly complained. His brows drawn together, rolling his eyes.
“I think its hot.” Peter shrugged from his lap. The man huffed loudly and stopped his fingers in the brunettes hair to pinch his cheek.
“of course you do. She’s very pretty… but Jesus.” The man teased.
“Otto they’re just bathing, they’re not doing anything!” Peter whined again as Otto covered the boy’s eyes for the second time.
“Right, They’re not doing anything… yet.” The man said sternly
“Common, Its just tits and butts. I wanna see the buildup.” Peter complained wiggling against the man’s hand and the actuator now casually draped across his back. Steadying his movements.
“Again, I don’t care. Its unbecoming to fill your young head with this filth.” The man stood his ground, and before Peter could argue any longer the scene was over.
Finally, came the climax of the episode. The building crashed and the characters were thought to be dead, only for the two to have both survived, and the witch gets what she wants.
“Christ, it really is a Porno.” Otto said on a sigh, trying to mask the loud coupling sounds coming from the screen.
“Really!? You’re not my dad, just let me see.” Peter pleaded. Really trying to wiggle from his grip now. Shifting his upper torso further into the man’s lap.
“No way, this is the filthiest one yet! I can’t let you see this.” The man huffed indignantly.
“So what, You’re the only one who gets to enjoy it then?” Peter accused. Otto was flabbergasted.
“I- I am n- Stop your foolishness boy and do what your told.” Otto snapped, flustered. This though, only served to cause a rush of arousal to course through Peter’s body. And as much as he wanted to be a good boy… he really wanted to press this man’s buttons for the moment. And as he settled to lay back down and listen to the lewd sounds on the screen he felt something near his shoulder… OH.. ohhh.
Peter shifted discreetly in the mans lap until his hands were usable in his face down position.
“Not enjoying it hu?” Peter teased and then boldly palmed Otto’s half hard erection. The older man Gasped and tensed above him, stopping all movements. He was holding his breath, only the sounds of moans and slapping skin could be heard in the still room so Peter boldly pushed forward.
“I think you’re lying to me, You’re trying to privately enjoy all these scenes by yourself.” Peter accused, playfully stroking over the growing length under the man’s sweats.
Suddenly Otto seemed like he regained his motor functions, and his hand was moving in Peter’s hair again, Scraping now more towards the base of his skull.
“Peter… That’s not a toy.” He say’s gruffly. His movements carful, his breathing steady and low. Peter keeps stroking it, marveling at how large it becomes under his palm. Peter thinks carefully for a response because god he hopes he can tease the man half as bad as Peter felt.
“No, not a toy, but a treat possibly, I’m sure Yennifer thinks of her’s as a treat.” Peter said, referring to Garelt’s cock. Before lowering his lips to plant a slow lingering kiss to head poking at the fabric.
Otto growls, low in his throat, it’s a sound that reminds peter of a bear. A warning. But it just had Peter pressing his thighs tighter. Grinding into the couch slightly to relieve some of the tension.
“Parker, boy – you’re playing games you couldn’t begin to understand.” Otto argued. Gripping Peter’s curls to try and hold him away, But peter had already been lightly sucking on the fabric, so when he let his head be drawn back he just replaced his lips with his hands, trying to fit his smaller hand around as much of the shaft as he could, a string of saliva connecting his pert red lips to the wet spot on the mans fabric covered cock. The image he created when Otto looked down was somehow Lewder then the characters fucking on the screen.
“Fuck.” Otto breathed. Petting Peter’s check as he nuzzled into the touch.
“I know what I want.” Peter said, but it was more of a question. Otto held his breath. “What?...” The tension between them was thick,
“I want to taste it sir.” Peter asked, Reverting to addressing Otto as his superior. The man groaned and let his legs slide open a fraction wider.
“Peter, That mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” The man insisted, neither confirming or denying his request, but instead letting his hand slide to the dip of Peter’s spine where he stroked lazy circles in the curve of his back.
They continued to watch the episode and Peter continued to nuzzle the man’s erection. Straining against his pants as it was, the only reactions Peter got was when he used his mouth. So he stared doing that again. Sucking and leaving open mouthed kissed along the man’s length. As and he did, Otto’s hand pushed past the waistband of Peter’s sleep shorts, Nearing his tailbone. The skin-to-skin contact was driving Peter crazy already, feeling the man’s calloused hand drawing patterns beneath the waistband of his PJ’s. He continued until he got board and started playing with the buttons of Otto’s sleep sweats, It would be conveniently accessible if Peter decided he wanted it. And he did. So he popped the first button. Otto’s hand drifted lower, grazing the upper curve of his ass. It excited the boy to no end, who thrusted his own erection against the couch. He continues picking open the buttons. And by the time he was finished, the man was gently massaging his ass.
Peter whimpered as he pulled out his prize, finally. Otto’s cock sprung from it’s constraints and laid heavily against the man’s Thigh in front of Peter’s face. It smelt of the man’s natural musk and something else so uniquely alluring that Peter felt his saliva ducts salivate painfully. But before he could push himself to lean forward, the man had pushed two large fingers into Peter’s mouth. The boy moaned, and the gasped around the man’s fingers when he felt an actuator pull Peter’s sleep shorts down to he knees. He felt his erection leaking onto the couch, the new sensations prickling his arousal, which was only heighted as Otto removed his fingers and grasped roughly at Peter’s ass.
Peter leaned forward experimentally, kitten licking the purple engorged tip, the older man groaned deeply above him, the sound reverberating through his smaller frame like a purr.
So Peter did it again, Sucking the tip into his mouth. This time, Peter felt the man’s finger tracing between his cheeks, tip catching on the boy’s entrance. Rubbing, pressing at it in a lazy teasing pace, It made Peter’s jaw go lax, swallowing more of the man down as a result, and the mans finger pressed further, a single digit breaching his entrance. Sliding just as slow as the cock heavy on his tongue. Peter Moaned at the feeling. Listening to Otto’s heavy breathing.
“Here, sweetheart come here.” Otto said after a few moments of steady teasing. His voice purred. It was gravely and deep. He could do nothing but obey. He ripped off his shorts and straddled the man’s lap, letting himself be guided to rest his upper body against the man’s chest, his head on his shoulder.
Otto’s hands roamed his back, and briefly before one hand settled on his waist beneath his shirt and the other gripped his ass.
“Ah, here’s what I was looking for.” Otto pulled a jar of Vaseline from his belongings in the corner and took a few moments to rub the substace onto his fingers, before pressing one back inside of Peter. It went deeper this time at this angle, And Peter moaned aloud at the smooth intrusive sensation.
“So good for me dear boy.” He continued to finger Peter slowly. The brunette’s thights shook from the effort not to grind himself onto the man’s finger and his neglected cock forward into his stomach.
The pleasure built in Peter’s stomach, curled in on it’s self and doubled as Otto added a second finer, The darker haired man’ second hand creeping up to the base of Peter’s neck. And the younger man didn’t realize where his hand was headed until it was too late.
“OTTO OTTO AH AAHH UNNAAA” Peter yelped, his body spasming wildly in the older man’s lap as his orgasm swept over him in a hot intense burst.
“Ah, what was that?” The older man purred as he continued to massage the base of Peter’s neck and continued to finger him slowly.
“It’s It’s It ahhhh ahhh, please, I’m so sensitive there.” Peter whined pressing himself more fully into Otto’s body to try and escape the overstimulation, but the touches followed him as he became a whining whimpering mess.
“An engrozenus zone hmm? Fascinating.” The doctor purred as he continued his cruel assault on Peter’s wrung out body. The in mere minutes Peter was rock hard again, Rocking himself back to meet Otto’s fingers.
“Sir, Sir please. I want it.” Peter moaned he was sharing Otto’s breath, his face impossibly close to the ex-Villains. Noses brushing against each other.
“What do you want Parker. Say it.” The man growled lowly.
“You…” Peter whined.
“Say it.” Otto snarled, gripped the hair into a fist at the nape of Peter’s neck.
“I Want you to fuck me.” Peter breathed. His tone breathy and high pitched.
“You want my cock inside you? Boy? You want to bounce on my lap until I wring you dry?” The man asked roughly, removing his fingers and sliding his heated tip over the slick gathered around Peters hole.
“Fuck me please sir.” Peter whined, arching himself to try and get the relief he needed.
“Such filthy words. Enough of that mouth of yours.” Otto growled, pulling peter’s mouth flush against his own. The kiss shared was fiery. Passionate beyond anything peter could of hoped for. His stomach twisted in knots as he tasted the other man’s mouth. Exploring it thoroughly. As though he couldn’t get enough. It was addictive, the possessive slide of his lips over Peter’s. Teeth clashing and breath mixing In a hot wet mess.
And then Otto was shifting his hips, and Peter with him, and the younger man was being filled, inch by glorious inch and he gasped against the older man’s mouth as he Otto groaned.
“God I’ve been waiting for this.” Otto purred as he slowly bottomed out, allowing Peter a moment to grow accustomed to the stretch of his girth.
“I heard you, that first night.” Peter moaned wantonly. Embarrassed.
“And that morning, when I had you nearly naked in my arms. I would’ve been happy to oblige you.” Otto reached down between them to stroke Peter’s neglected cock, which elected a high pitched moan from the boy.
“I was so tempted to touch myself to the sweet little sounds of your pleasure.” The man purred against Peter’s Lips.
“But now I have you here, all to myself.” He finished.
“Yes, yes sir. Please.” Peter practically begged, and that was all the confirmation the man needed before getting a firm hold of Peter’s cheeks and lifting him before dropping him back down. The brunette was freely moaning now, making his thighs do most of the work, delighting in the sponginess of Otto’s thighs as he bounced himself on the man’s cock. Wrapping his arms around the darker haired man’s thick neck, listening to Otto’s heavy breaths and soft grunts of pleasure as the man’s grip tightened on Peter’s ass. Speeding up his pace.
“Ah, Sweet thing, do you want my cum inside you? Would you like me to fill you up with my seed?” The man asked breathlessly, his body tense against the brunette as he continued to bounce, Feeling the heavy appendage throb inside of him.
“Please, yes, I wanna feel it.” Peter Begged.
“touch yourself boy. Let us cum together.” Otto growled, slowing his pace a bit to create longer deeper strokes, Peter’s eyes rolling as he arched into it. Reaching down to stimulate his cock.
It didn’t take long for him to find himself balancing at the edge.
“O – otto, I’m gonna cum.” Peter whined
“You’ll wait until I say!” The man snapped, Peter whimpered but obliged as he felt the man speed up again, felt the burning stretch of his hole, the pounding into his gut, the blind pleasure everything combined was giving him.
“Cum now Peter, come with me.” The older man demanded. Peter’s body felt like it exploded in pleasure, hot blinding light busted behind his eyelids as his orgasm flared, Cuming thick ropes of semen over Ottos stomach. His inner walls clenching tightly around the man’s cock who moaned loudly, pressing Peter’s body firmly against his lap as fluid gushed from his tip deep into the younger boy’s body, the overflow of it squelching out.
They panted against each other for a long while after that. Letting the tension finally slip from their bodies.
After a while Peter found his voice. “The bed that I ordered is a king size, with reinforcements to the structure and a thick pillowtop mattress.” He breathed into the crook of Otto’s neck.
The man playfully swatted his ass.
“So you were planning this the whole time then? Hmm?” He teased, rubbing affectionate circles along the boy’s spine.
Peter only grumbled in response. An actuator fetched a wet cloth from the sink and Otto shifted to wipe the both of them down thoroughly before readjusting and fastening his pants, handing Peter his shorts and then pulling Peter into his lap again to hold him there.
Peter’s breath slowed, taking deep breaths, enjoying their mixed smells and the pleasant afterglow.
Finally content to fall safely asleep in the arms of his newfound savior.
The end.