Work Text:
It started a few weeks after Peter had been released from the hospital.
Peter was a rather touchy person, but Frank wasn’t and Peter knew that, so they’d never had a lot of physical contact before. Now however, that had changed for reasons beyond Frank’s knowledge.
The first time it happened they had just finished cleaning up after a usual arrest, when Peter had apparently decided to jump onto Frank’s back and then hung off him piggyback style for a solid five minutes. Frank hadn’t had the energy to tell him to bugger off and was also still feeling guilty for shooting the kid in the back, so he hadn’t moved too much during these five minutes and further provided assistance when he’d felt the other slowly slip off.
Of course, he’d deemed it a little weird, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t minded it too much, so he forgot about it pretty quickly.
The second time happened about two weeks after and was just a tad weirder than the first time. Frank had invited the spider over for a cup of semi-well-made coffee (because getting over the guilt of shooting somebody is not an easy feat for stoic middle-aged introverts) which Peter had seemed a little too happy to accept. They’d made it just over the threshold of Frank’s property, when the younger had suddenly jumped into his arms, declared that he didn’t want to deal with Frank’s booby traps today and ordered the older to carry him into his boathouse. Frank had been dumbfounded for a few seconds, but all the possible arguments died in his throat when Peter rested his head on his shoulder. Careful, as if he was holding the finest china, Frank manoeuvred into his kitchen where he sat the kid down onto a chair, doing his best to ignore the reluctance with which Peter let go.
He didn’t forget about this incidence.
Which was probably why he had agreed to visit Peter’s apartment for a payback cup of coffee and now found himself sitting on a sofa that rivalled his own in rattiness.
Peter was rummaging around in his tiny kitchenette, talking about things that were neither here nor there, while Frank grunted out sounds of neutral agreement. After ten minutes, the kid seemed to be done, walked over with a tray which he set down on the couch table, and then promptly plopped himself down into Frank’s lap.
Frank’s brain stopped working for a second.
Peter chattered on like nothing was amiss, but this was now the point where Frank couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
He cleared his throat.
“Uhm … Parker?”
The chattering stopped. “Yes?”
“What’s all this supposed to be?”
Peter turned his head to look at Frank with his big doe eyes. “What do you mean all this?”
“You’re being clingier than usual,” Frank explained, his voice sounding more strained than he intended it to be, “we’ve never touched before, and suddenly I’m carrying you around and stuff.”
Peter’s mouth opened as if to defend himself, but then it only formed into a slight ‘oh’, as if he’d had some kind of revelation, and then his entire face grew redder than his suit.
“Okay, don’t laugh, though”, he mumbled. “I’ve already done some research on it and it’s totally normal to adopt weird manners after physical and mental trauma.”
Frank felt his eyebrows wander towards his hairline, but he decided not to comment.
Peter reached for a cup of coffee and started playing around with the spoon before taking a short breath as if to steel himself. “So, you know how I fought these ninja guys in the facility and came to terms with my enhanced spider DNA? Well, I wanted to analyse that fight for myself and decided to watch the security footage.”
Frank nodded, though he wasn’t sure how this tied to Peter currently occupying his lap.
“I didn’t stop after the fight was done because, well, I was a bit bored and there was nothing better to do. Don’t get weird about it now, but I watched the entire me-getting-shot-because-of-your-crooked-morals situation again.”
He grinned at Frank a bit too cheekily for this conversation. The older man had to fight to keep his hands where they were resting on the sofa, and not use them to pull Peter protectively to his chest, because that was probably what the kid classified as ‘weird’.
“And here’s where things started to get a bit funny, because I saw you arriving at damage control, and well, a few minutes later you left again. With me.” Peter averted his eyes, the tips of his ears going slightly red. “You carried me out.”
Frank didn’t quite know what to say, baffled by the fact that this tiny detail was what got the kid so worked up. In the end, he settled for: “How else did you think you got out of there?”
“I don’t know, I thought maybe they put me on a stretcher or something. But no; it was you.”
For a split second, Frank felt transported back to that moment; he’d arrived after what felt like hours of driving and sprinting through chaos, and when he’d finally made it up to the right floor, the sight he’d been greeted with had been one of the worst he’d ever seen: so, so much blood that his bullet was responsible for, Spiderman lying motionless on the ground, the red-haired girl bent over him with tears running down her face and staring at the lifeless body on her lap with a concentration as if she could single-handedly command his cells to knit themselves back together.
When she’d looked as if she was done, Frank hadn’t hesitated to gather Peter into his own arms and personally carry him all the way to the hospital. He guessed there were a variety of reasons for that decision; he’d felt guilty for taking the shot and wanted to do anything to make it better, he didn’t know who to trust, and, if he was being completely honest with himself, he hadn’t wanted anybody else to lay a hand on this brave, precious, brilliant, stupid kid that had just saved them all.
Peter’s voice pulled him back into the present. “I know it’s not a big thing, and I probably shouldn’t make a big thing out of it, but it’s been so long since somebody took care of me. So long since somebody’s been strong enough to take care of me. I haven’t had a lot of people who’ve been capable enough of guarding my back lately.”
That ripped a snort out of Frank’s throat. “You hardly need me to protect you, kid. You would beat me at arm wrestling even if you only used your little finger.”
Peter chuckled, too. “That’s not what I mean, though.”
“What do you mean then?”
“I mean that … well … I guess watching that video made me feel safe.” He turned until their eyes met.
“You make me feel safe, Frank.”
Frank felt one corner of his mouth pull up into a little smile, and he didn’t even try to fight it from spreading over his entire face. “I wouldn’t have said this before this entire fiasco, but shooting and almost losing you made me realize that I’ve grown a tad attached to your sorry ass. So yes, Parker, you can count on me to have your back. I’ll keep you safe.”
Peter’s ears grew even redder. “Oh, thanks.” Then he mumbled something Frank couldn’t quite make out.
“What was that?”
Brown doe eyes wandered around the room, looking at anything but the man whose lap their owner was currently occupying. “I said that you carrying me out of there was also pretty damn sexy.”
Instantly, the entire atmosphere changed.
Frank felt his fingers itch.
“So this is what this really is about, right?” he asked from behind clenched teeth, not sure why they were clenched in the first place. “You making me haul you around for eternities, sitting on my lap like you’re some tiny kitten, huh? You get off on the fact that, if we don’t count your superpowers, I’m physically stronger than you.”
Peter flashed him a defiant glare that made something in Frank’s lower regions tighten. “Don’t make it sound like that’s something horrible.”
For a few seconds they kept glaring at each other with something that almost bordered on hostility. Then Frank made a decision.
“Alright, kid. You better not regret this afterwards.” And then he clashed their lips together.
Even if the thought of kissing Peter would have crossed Frank’s mind before, he could never have done it justice. While the younger always seemed to be full of cuts and scars, his entire body was surprisingly soft, his lips opening in a pliant, responsive way that encouraged Frank’s tongue to invade the open cavity immediately, drawing a soft moan out of the younger that was instantly swallowed down in their connection.
Frank’s hands finally resisted his restrain, one settling on Peter’s neck to make sure he didn’t escape the kiss, the other digging into the soft skin of his waist. As soon as Frank found the hem of his t-shirt, his hand slid under to caress the small of Peter’s back, applying just enough pressure that there might be some bruises tomorrow but that it wasn’t yet painful.
Peter melted into the touch like he had waited for this moment his entire life, which might not be true, but the thought still satisfied Frank in some twisted way. The kid’s hands found their way around Frank’s neck, desperately trying to pull at the short hair, while his body twisted and turned until they were flush, chest against chest. This way, it was easy for Frank to pick up Peter’s frenzied heartbeat, and he gathered all his self-control to pull his head back enough to separate their lips.
“Gonna take you to the bedroom, alright?” he rumbled lowly, trying not to break the mood, but still needing the younger’s confirmation that he was okay with relocating.
Peter looked as if he had no inhibitions whatsoever. “Frank, please,” he whispered, brown eyes blown wider than Frank had deemed possible and his lower lip trembling slightly.
Frank resisted the urge to initiate another kiss. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll take care of you, baby.” The pet name left his lips before he could think about it, but judging by the whimper that left Peter’s lips, it struck home just right.
Without much effort, he stood up from where he was sitting, bringing Peter with him who was still clinging to him like a little koala. Seeing that there weren’t many options to where the bedroom could be, he just walked them towards the nearest door, stopping once along the way to stop Peter from trying to get rid of his t-shirt, and once more to plant a soft kiss on the younger’s forehead.
His instincts had proven him right and they indeed ended up in the bedroom. Peter’s bed wasn’t the biggest, but it would be enough for what they were about to do. In two long strides, Frank had crossed the room and gently lowered Peter down onto the mattress, then followed himself, bracing his arms left and right of the kid’s head so as not to crush him with his body. Once he felt he was in a stable position, he allowed himself to look.
Damn. Frank had never thought that he’d be turned on by a guy being smaller and more delicately built than him, but when he looked at Peter lying beneath him, eyes glossy and lips kiss-swollen, his curls fanning out around him like a halo, he realized that he very much was turned on.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea how pretty you look right now,” he rumbled, shifting his weight onto his left arm to let his right hand cup Peter’s face, then wander down slowly until he was caringly stroking the younger’s flanks.
Peter arched up, his back forming a perfect bow that revealed how flexible he kept his body while a soft whine left his throat at the touch. Frank used the opportunity to latch his mouth onto said throat, licking and sucking until a collar of purple bruises adorned the kid’s strong neck. He almost regretted the fact that Peter always wore his mask, as the thought of everybody seeing that he marked up Spiderman did things to his lower regions he wasn’t quite able to acknowledge. Yet.
“Frank,” Peter panted in a raspy voice, “can I … please … can you …”
“Anything you want, angel,” Frank soothed, mesmerized by the way Peter’s hands seemed to search for his shoulders until they finally found them and settled around his neck, “will you let me take care of you?”
“Please, I … anything,” Peter moaned, and that was what did it for Frank.
In record time, he got rid of his shirt, shoes and pants and got back on the bed to get Peter into the same state. The younger man helped willingly, as much as his current predicament allowed him to, and then, finally, Frank could appreciate his little angel in all his beauty.
Peter was toned, everywhere; muscles rippled on his arms, legs and chest, but they weren’t obtrusive. They looked more elegant than pushy, and Frank found that they fit Peter perfectly.
Frank also found that, even though he’d never dreamed about having this, having Peter, now that he did have him, he was never going to let him go again.
With a soft growl, he slid an arm under Peter’s lower back, forcing him to arch his back, and then kissed him again. The younger responded urgently, his mouth falling open with a needy moan. His legs scrambled a bit on the bed, then found footing and wrapped around Frank’s waist, drawing them even closer together.
Their kisses started out gently, but quickly morphed to the rougher side, with Frank’s tongue exploring Peter’s mouth, spit dripping out from both sides. After a while, the older pulled away, then settled on his throat again, kissing his way downwards until he got to Peter’s nipples.
The pink little buds already rose up prettily, and even though his ultimate destination was still further down, Frank decided to stop here for a little while. He let his tongue swirl around one for a bit, then latched onto it and sucked with all the power he had.
Above him, Peter let out a throaty moan that went right to his cock.
“Oh my god, Frank,” the younger man rasped, and Frank couldn’t hold back the satisfied low chuckle, before he continued his ministrations on the other nipple. When he was content with the cacophony of moans and whines that he’d coaxed from the kid under him, he continued his way down, putting little pecks and kisses on every inch of skin he could find.
Peter’s cock was a pretty thing, and Frank spent a few minutes there, teasing with kitten licks and chaste kisses on the tip. The reactions were as satisfying as expected; the moans grew louder, the lovely legs next to him started quivering, and Peter’s hands fisted into the bed sheets.
But Frank wasn’t about to let this end sooner than he wanted to, and with one last, tiny kiss to the tip, he abandoned Peter’s cock and finally arrived where he’d wanted to go all along.
Parting the younger’s cheeks didn’t take much effort, and when Frank got a full look of Peter’s hole, a groan escaped him. The pinkish rim was already fluttering expectantly, so Frank decided not to waste much time, put his mouth against the soft skin and carefully thrust his tongue inside.
Peter screamed.
Frank smirked. This was heaven; the tight ring of muscles resisted the penetration, but he could be patient, and with every thrust of his tongue, he felt the ring around it go looser. Peter seemed to have showered beforehand, as he smelled of some flowery soap, and Frank couldn’t help but groan a second time, the vibration of it seeming to make Peter’s hole clench around him.
He continued to eat the younger out, alternating between kissing around the hole, sucking on the soft skin and licking into the cavity, and all the while, Peter didn’t stop producing filthier and filthier noises, and after a few minutes Frank knew that he wouldn’t last much longer either if this continued, so he pulled away and climbed up to look Peter in the eyes.
“Lube?”
Peter’s eyes rolled backwards into his head, and he slightly shook his head while mumbling some unintelligible things.
That wouldn’t do.
“I’m not fucking you without lube, baby,” Frank stated warningly, and when that didn’t seem to do anything, he gripped Peter’s jaw with one hand, forcing him to look up. “You trusted me to take care of you, so when I say we need lube, we need lube.”
Peter’s lashes fluttered up and down a few times, then he seemed to gather his wits and opened his mouth. “Bottom drawer … I think.”
“You think?”
Peter was already back to mumbling to himself, so Frank guessed that was everything he was going to get. To his luck, the bottom drawer did indeed hold the promised lube and also a pack of condoms.
When he came back up, Peter eyed his findings and made a lazy hand motion. “Don’t need condoms,” he then stated, slightly slurred, “I’m clean, and I guess you’re too.”
Frank decided not to ask how Peter knew that, or if he’d just made a bold assumption, but he tossed the condoms back into the drawer. Once he was back between Peter’s legs, he uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, bringing the first one to Peter’s hole.
Peter twitched.
Frank stopped. Hoping to find any indications, he glanced up to see the other’s face slightly contorted and realized that the kid had to be really nervous. Fuck, this was probably the first time he did something like this. A tiny, possessive part of him preened at that thought.
“Peter,” he said in a levelled voice, trying to convey as much calmness as necessary. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. But I know what I’m doing, right? I won’t hurt you.” Not again, his mind supplied. Frank ignored that.
The younger nodded his agreement, and his face relaxed a bit. Trying to make it even more pleasant, Frank started rubbing soothing circles into the soft thighs with his non-lube-covered hand and leaned forward to unite their lips in a chaste kiss.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
Peter nodded once again, his lips searching for Frank’s and the older gave him what he wanted. The kiss was so distracting, that at first, Peter didn’t even notice the first finger slipping inside him. It was only when Frank sunk in to the last knuckle that the kid’s eyes flew open and he interrupted their kiss to let out a series of high-pitched pants.
Frank chuckled. “Feel good?”
“Please, Frank, more,” Peter whined, hands landing softly on the mattress again, “I need you, please.”
“I know, baby, just give it a moment,” Frank shushed him, and used his free hand to wipe the sweat stained curls out of the younger’s face, “we’ll take it easy here.”
Slowly, he pumped the finger in and out of Peter’s body, fascinated at how well it was taken. At some point, Peter started moving in accordance with his motions, his body rippling like a sea wave, slowly rocking up and down on the bed. All the while, his mouth hung slightly open, the tip of his tongue peeking out and sweet noises escaping him in a regular rhythm.
Frank had never been this turned on in his entire life.
To speed up the process, he added a second finger and started scissoring them, keeping the same rhythm with Peter essentially riding his hand.
“You’re fucking amazing, angel,” Frank whispered, afraid of breaking the atmosphere if his voice was any louder, “I hope you know that I’ll never let you go again, ever. You’re everything.”
“Frank,” Peter whimpered, an urgency in his voice which seemed a bit ill-fitting considering they had all the time in the world, “Stay with me. Please.”
“Always,” Frank soothed, still keeping up the motions of his hand.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He leaned down to plant another soft kiss onto his lover’s forehead, to which Peter only responded with what sounded like a sigh of relief.
Frank pulled back. “Think you can take another one?”
The following moan was answer enough, and so he added a third finger, both of them wincing a bit at the tight fit, but after a few moments of steady in and out movements, the ring of muscles relaxed enough for it to be pleasurable for both of them.
“Please,” Peter panted, “I’m ready.”
“Yes,” Frank nodded, “I know. You’re gonna ask me again nicely?”
Peter let out an annoyed whine, but struggled to his elbows and look up at the older with his best puppy dog eyes. “Can you please fuck me, Frank?”
“Good enough.” After one last pump, Frank pulled out and looked around himself for a place to wipe his fingers. Seeing that there weren’t really any options, he finally settled on just using the bedsheet. Hopefully Peter had a spare set.
When he was done, he got up, lubed his cock up until he was content, and stood at the edge of the bed.
Peter followed his motions with his eyes, slightly confused, then let out an adorable little whimper. “Where are you going?”
Frank could feel himself grin. “Well, this all started because you get off on me carrying you. So that’s what we’re going to do.” He opened his arms. “Jump up.”
Peter appeared to take four seconds to understand what was being asked of him, but then he understood and launched himself straight into Frank’s arms. The older caught him with little effort, and Peter wrapped all his limbs around him, seeming as if he never wanted to let go. Which was fine by Frank.
Their lips met yet again, and they kissed with renewed vigour while Frank walked them through the room until Peter’s back hit a wall and he let out a small ‘oomph’. With efficient movements, Frank manoeuvred them until he was satisfied with their position, Peter’s legs wrapped around his waist, his hands supporting Peter’s thighs, and his cock lined up right under Peter’s hole.
He took a shuddering breath; every second he wasn’t yet inside the other was agony, but he needed one last confirmation.
“If it hurts, you tell me, understood? I mean it.”
Peter’s head slowly lifted from where it had been resting on Frank’s shoulder, and he managed to nod with already fully blown pupils. “I trust you, Frank.”
Frank’s heart did something weird at that statement, so in order to not to have to deal with that he just leaned in for another kiss, Peter already meeting him in the middle. When they broke apart again, he took one last breath to steady himself, and then pushed in.
They groaned in unison as his tip breached Peter’s hole and millimetre by millimetre, he slid into the other’s body. It felt like ages until he finally bottomed out, Peter’s accompanying whines sounding sweeter than any Christmas choir.
He stayed like this for a while, all in, wanting to give Peter the time to adjust. While he waited, he whispered sweet confirmations into the younger’s ear, telling him how good he was being, how perfect he felt, how well they fit together. Peter only answered with little whines and pleas, until his breathing finally evened out.
“Frank?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Please move.”
So Frank moved. He started out tentatively, only rolling his hips slightly, not even pulling out yet. Peter reciprocated the motions perfectly, every roll of Franks hips continued in the smaller body in his arms, creating the image of their bodies merging into one. With a soft noise, Peter’s head hit the wall, giving way to the little punched out moans that escaped him at every single movement.
Encouraged by the response, Frank started to speed up a little bit, now not only moving them in tandem but pressing Peter a bit closer to the wall and holding him up by his thighs, so that the older was now able to pull his cock out and push back in. The first time he did it, Peter slightly whined at the sudden loss and emptiness, but as soon as he was filled again, a low moan escaped him, and Frank took that as confirmation to aim his thrusts a bit better, a bit deeper, a bit more precise.
It only took him a few in and outs to find the spot that he was looking for, and when he first hit Peter’s prostate, the younger let out a shocked noise.
“You like that?”
“Please. Harder.”
And that was all it took. Frank felt all his leftover restraints and worries go out the window, and with all the strength and power he could muster, he pulled out in a swift motion and slammed back in.
A scream left Peter’s mouth.
Frank continued what he was doing, and after a few moments, he’d established a hard, fast rhythm. Skin slapped against skin and the lube squelching out where cock met hole produced filthy sounds, but it was all drowned out by the heavenly noises Peter was making. He alternated between pleas, whines, moans and things Frank didn’t even know a description for, and the older realized that he could listen to this for all eternity.
“Fuck, baby,” he panted, “you’re perfect. Taking me so well, it’s like you were made for me.”
“Made for you,” Peter babbled, probably not even understanding what he was talking about, but it fuelled Frank to go even faster.
“You’re so beautiful,” he continued, “so pretty, so brave, so lovely, fuck, if I’d realized all that sooner we could have been doing this a lot earlier.”
“Wanted … to do this … for a very … ah … long time,” Peter got out, moans and hiccups interrupting his sentences every now and then, “only realized it … god, fuck! … a few weeks ago.”
Frank could hear himself growl at that, angling his thrusts even sharper. He wasn’t going to last much longer, all with not being the youngest anymore and having this perfect, precious little angel in his arms. With a grunt, he shifted Peter’s entire weight onto his left arm and brought the right hand to the younger’s dick, giving it a few jerks.
The kid’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and his mouth dropped open, making him look more fucked out than he’d been all evening. It only took a few seconds longer until a high-pitched whine wretched itself out of his throat, and with greatest effort, Peter managed to form a few actual words.
“Gonna … Frank … please”
Frank gave the dick two last strokes, then leaned down slightly until his mouth was next to Peter’s ear.
“Cum for me, baby.”
Peter erupted. With a scream, he shot thick ropes of cum out of his cock, the hot liquid landing everywhere it could reach, coating both their chests with a thick layer until it finally lessened. Frank fucked him through every single jerk, patiently waiting until the aftershocks arrived and Peter started to moan from oversensitivity, and only then did he allow himself to finish as well.
It was undoubtedly the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life, his cock continuing to thrust in erratic motions while coating the younger man’s inner walls. He cursed lowly under his breath while riding it out, cumming more than he’d had in a very long time, until it finally felt like his cock was spent.
With the last bit of energy he had, Frank managed to lift Peter off and carry him back to the bed where he placed him onto to duvet, then he collapsed next to him.
For a while, neither of them said anything, both just breathing heavily and trying to calm their heartbeat.
Peter was the first to speak again. “Frank?”
“What is it?”
“I, uhm, well, I liked that.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Did you like it too?”
With a disbelieving chuckle, Frank turned his head so that he was facing the other and stretched out an arm. “C’mere.”
Peter was in his arms faster than humanly possible, and Frank threw his other arm over the soft waist, effectively spooning him now. “Yes, Parker. I liked that too.”
A relieved smile spread across Peter’s face, even though he tried to hide it a second later. “So that means you’d want to do it again?”
“Yes, kid. It means exactly that.”
Peter twisted around a bit so he could face Frank better, a self-satisfied smile already spreading on his face. “You’re aware that this means I’ll make you haul me around whenever I get the chance to, right?”
Frank slightly slapped his shoulder. “I know I might not look it, but I’m not as flexible as you. So have some mercy for my poor back, alright?”
He only received a chuckle in response. “Please, you’re plenty fit at the moment. And if you really need it, you could just join me when I do my flexibility stretches. Would be fun, don’t you think?”
“No,” Frank grumbled, “I don’t stretch. But maybe I’ll watch you at some point. That might actually be fun.”
Peter’s mouth opened and closed a few times, and he quickly turned around, but it was too late; Frank had already seen the blush that was rapidly spreading over the younger’s whole face.
A laugh escaped Frank and he planted a quick kiss on Peter’s temple. Then he got up and walked towards the bathroom, from which he returned with a wet towel. “Let’s clean up a bit. We can talk about stretching tomorrow morning, after a good night’s sleep. Sound good?”
Peter narrowed his eyes at the teasing, but then the implications of Frank being here tomorrow morning hit him, and he quickly sat up, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
“Yes. Sounds good.”