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Tony would be lying if he said it was the first time he’d had impure thoughts about his nephew.
But really, who could blame him? The boy in question was sitting there in booty shorts, his balls basically hanging out in the open.
Peter had always been Tony’s favorite nephew (and the only one he had, but he deserved the moniker nevertheless). Tony had been there when Peter was born, when he’d taken his first steps, when he’d learned how to ride a bike. They were each other’s best friends, and this was a fact that Tony declared with pride, despite the teasing from his “normal”, age-appropriate friends.
Since Tony moved away when Peter was 12, they’d kept in touch through text and FaceTime, and Tony thought, perhaps naively, that their relationship would stay the same when he got back to Queens. He hadn’t anticipated exactly how much could change over four years.
In the year of Peter’s 16th birthday, Tony arrived at the airport to his sister, May, and a tall, gangly thing that he vaguely recognized as Peter. Except, his body was beginning to fill out, his face had begun to develop a defined jawline, and, what alarmed Tony the most was, how handsome he was. He was so much Tony’s type that he had to avert his eyes and hold his breath when Peter pulled him into a bone-crushing hug.
Since then, Tony had kept his distance. Tony was the first to pull back from their hugs, and he always made sure to keep some distance between them when they spoke. Which was proving to be increasingly difficult as Peter developed his fashion sense and adopted a style that could only be described as femboy twink. He began to wear crop tops, short shorts and stockings, clothing that accentuated and revealed his soft skin. Whenever Peter came over, Tony found himself popping a boner and having to excuse himself to the bathroom for a quick rub.
In fact, Peter’s clothing choices were getting increasingly… questionable.
Peter was sitting on his sofa in front of the tv, his gaze focused on a cartoon. He was wearing a pink sweater and jean booty shorts that served as more of a thong. It literally left nothing to the imagination. His balls were hanging out of the leg holes, while his tip peeked out of the waistband. The outline of his dick was clearly visible through the fabric. Peter was only wearing them as sleep shorts, thankfully, changing into them after taking a shower at Tony’s. But Tony couldn’t help scowling at the thought of Peter wearing them in front of someone else. Tony thought about running his tongue over his bulge, his hands roaming Peter’s thighs. Then he berated himself for his disgusting thoughts. He’s your nephew, for fuck’s sake.
“Peter.”
Peter looked up and smiled. “Hey.” He patted the leather beside him.
“I don’t think those shorts are… appropriate, Peter,” Tony said, gesturing vaguely in Peter’s direction. He hoped he didn’t need to elaborate. Peter furrowed his eyebrows, before looking down and seeming like he was just realizing what he was wearing.
“You’ve seen me naked, Uncle Tony,” he said, rolling his eyes and returning his gaze to the screen.
“That was when you were a baby,” Tony countered. I’ve also changed your diapers, he thought. That didn’t stop me from wanting to bend you over the couch. When he realized Peter wouldn’t budge, he sighed and relented, sitting on the opposite side of the couch. Peter pouted, patting the space next to him. Tony shuffled an inch closer.
Tony tried to focus on the show in front of him. He didn’t understand the appeal of cartoons, but it seemed to be entertaining Peter immensely. He would bubble with laughter at the dumbest punch lines, his chest rising up and shaking with the vibrations. Tony watched him out of the corner of his eye. He was adorable. It almost reminded him of the toddler he’d babysat all those years ago. Almost.
At the one hour mark, Peter began to let out soft yawns. It was a little over twelve, past Peter’s bedtime, and Tony knew he should be ushering the boy into the guest bedroom. Instead, Peter leaned over and let his head fall onto Tony’s lap. Peter rubbed his eyes with a sleeve of his sweater, his pretty little mouth opening to let out a yawn, and Tony willed his dick to behave. Oh, please behave. Please don’t let me do anything to this pretty little thing in front of me.
Just when Peter’s breath began to slow down and Tony thought he'd drifted off to sleep, Peter said something that nearly gave him a heart attack.
“Uncle Tony? Will you rub my belly for me?” Peter asked, his big doe eyes blinking open to look pleadingly up at him.
That was something he’d done when Peter was little. When Peter had sleepovers at Tony’s place, right before bedtime, Tony would carry little Peter to his bed. He’d cover him in his duvet to just below his belly. Then he’d rub slow circles over Peter’s soft stomach, coaxing him to sleep. It was relaxing, and Tony had liked petting at his smooth skin. Now, Tony was swallowing dryly at the thought.
“Peter…” he warned.
“Please, uncle Tony?”
Perhaps Tony should have heeded the alarm bells going off in his head.
But, well shit, how could he resist?
He smiled down at Peter and reached down with his right hand to tug up Peter’s sweater, revealing the milk white skin beneath. He sucked in a breath, trying not to reveal how much it excited him. He ghosted his fingers over his stomach, tracing featherlight touches over his smooth skin, circling his belly button. Peter’s eyes fluttered closed. Tony brought his left hand up to card his fingers through Peter’s hair, admiring the soft brown curls.
In this position, he looked so much like the toddler Tony had known. Yet, he was so different. He was sporting sprinkles of hair along his jaw and his chest. His limbs were so long. And, well, he was packing. And his package was spilling out of his tiny shorts. Tony closed his eyes. He shouldn’t look. He couldn’t.
Peter’s breathing had gone soft now. The soft rising and falling of his chest was soothing to watch. If he was asleep, it couldn’t hurt to touch. Just a little bit further. No more than that.
Tony let his fingers draw larger ellipses along his stomach, dipping lower to graze beneath his belly button, and eventually reach the top of his shorts. Peter’s skin was even softer there. Tony wondered what it would feel like even further down.
He held in a breath as his fingers worked over his fly button. It popped open and Tony looked up to Peter’s face. He didn’t so much as stir. He dragged down the zipper and tugged down the jeans slightly to reveal his soft cock, pretty and pink. He sucked in a breath. He wondered what it would feel like to wrap his fingers around his length and… no.
No. No, he warned himself. He was just going to feel. He was just making Peter more comfortable in his sleep. Surely he didn’t enjoy sleeping in jeans?
Tony tugged the shorts all the way down now, taking them off and tossing them onto the ground. Peter’s cock was revealed in all of its glory, and Tony was salivating. He was completely shaved. His boy looked so good, laying there in his sleep, so soft and pliable. Just begging for him to touch.
Tony let his right forefinger trace a line down Peter’s thigh. The skin of his inner thigh was so soft, Tony pressed a finger down just to see the skin dip under his touch. He stopped himself before he pressed any harder. He couldn’t risk leaving any bruises that would raise questions from the boy.
Peter was sound asleep. He had always been a heavy sleeper. He would probably sleep through a house fire. Tony sucked in a breath. Okay. He was doing this.
With a shaky hand, Tony let his fingers hover over Peter’s length, then pressed down. He let out a sigh as his fingers ghosted along it, feeling every dip and crevice. He was so perfect. He ran a thumb over his slit, rubbing his head gently. He held his length in his hand, marvelling at how perfectly it fit in his palm. He couldn’t help it. He began to stroke. Slowly. He couldn’t wake the boy. If Peter’s aunt knew what Tony was doing… He shivered as he thought about never being able to see Peter again. Never being able to spend time with his precious boy. Was it worth risking it all, just to touch him?
But for some reason, Tony didn’t think Peter would tell Aunt May. Or anyone, for that matter. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe he was being an asshole. But he thought, perhaps, sometimes, Peter wanted him to look at him. That Peter purposefully wore short shorts and crop tops so he could flash his skin at Tony. That he let his fingers linger on Tony’s skin, that he leaned in too close when talking to Tony, whispering into his ear more often than needed.
Was he imagining it? Was Tony just some sick fuck who envisioned his nephew teasing him? That he wanted to get fucked by his uncle?
Peter was pudging up in Tony’s hand. A small smile bloomed on Tony’s lips. He knew it was a natural response, but he liked to think that he made Peter aroused. That Peter thought about him at night, touching himself at the thought of Tony coming over.
Tony’s hand left Peter’s dick and dropped down between his legs to finger at his ass cheek. It was just peeking out from beneath, and he wanted to flip him over to get a good look at him. He had to resist. He hooked a finger under a cheek, watching the meat jiggle. He was so pretty. Every inch of him was so pretty. Tony couldn’t believe his boy had grown up to become such a beautiful young man.
A young man who was still illegal, he reminded himself. Not that it mattered. Incest was still illegal no matter how old Peter was.
But who could deny themselves a piece of ass like this? He marvelled as he continued to push at the soft flesh. He grabbed a palmful of ass and squeezed. It elicited a small groan from the boy.
Tony froze.
But he didn’t move any further.
Tony’s index finger dipped down to press against Peter’s hole. Even his ass was hairless, he marvelled to himself. Like he was perfect for him. He sucked on his own finger to slick it up, then dipped it down to Peter’s pink pucker. It winked at the intrusion, but relaxed as Tony pressed further in. Peter was tight, but it felt like his muscle had been stretched before. And it was clean. Did he just like to be hygienic, or did he want uncle Tony to touch him there?
He pressed the digit in and out, letting the muscle get used to the size before he added more fingers. Peter stretched so well around him, adapting to everything he gave him. Tony stifled a shaky breath as he fucked Peter with his fingers. Surely his own erection was poking Peter’s face. He could wake up any moment. He could wake up and see Tony’s fingers deep in his ass. What would he say? How could he react?
He felt too good for Tony to stop now. His own dick was straining painfully in his pants. He needed to feel Peter. He needed to be inside him. Fuck whatever logic and reasoning remained in his head. If he woke up, so be it. He was asking for it. He shouldn’t have worn slut shorts to Tony’s in the first place.
Tony lifted Peter’s head off of his lap so he could scoot out from beneath him. He fumbled with the drawstring of his sweatpants, yanking off his pants and boxers in one motion and kicking them to the floor. He spat in his hand and pumped his length, slicking it up with his spit and pre-cum. He’d never been so fucking hard in his life.
He hovered over Peter, watching his unconscious body. The back of his hand caressed Peter’s cheek.
I’m sorry, Peter.
He dipped down and lined himself up with Peter’s entrance. He let out a groan as he pressed in. There was little opposition as his little hole sucked him in. He pressed in slowly, monitoring Peter’s reactions as he slid in until he was pressed to the hilt. He was so soft and warm around him. He was perfect. So perfect for him.
He pulled out a few inches before pressing back in, letting out grunts and groans as his muscle contracted around him, the suction making Tony’s head go fuzzy with pleasure. Peter’s own pink cock bounced against his stomach with each thrust. Tony’s hands were on either side of Peter’s head, his face hovering over the younger boy, his eyes watching every twitch on his face.
Peter began to stir.
His eyes blinked open slowly, squinting at the light. He furrowed his brows at the sight in front of him. Tony only continued his ministrations.
“Uncle Tony?” He squeaked, his voice small. Tony’s heart almost broke for him. He was just a precious boy. “Is this a dream?” Warmth bloomed in Tony’s chest.
“Just relax, sweetheart.” Tony watched Peter, gauging his reaction.
“It feels so real.” Peter reached a hand up to Tony’s chest. His face and chest were flushed. Soft sighs fell from his lips.
He enjoyed it.
Peter was enjoying it.
A smile grew on Tony’s face. He picked up the pace, pounding into the boy harder, turning his soft sounds into heavy moans.
“Fuck, uncle Tony,” he breathed, looking up into Tony’s eyes with blown-out pupils.
“I’ll take care of you, Peter,” he cooed, his breathing quickening as he neared his release. Peter nodded, fingers finding purchase in Tony’s hair, tugging at the strands. Tony groaned, grinding down hard on Peter. Peter’s hips met Tony’s pace, gyrating along with his movements.
“I’m close, I’m close,” Peter whimpered.
“Come for me, baby,” Tony said, a hand petting at Peter’ hair. Peter closed his eyes, and with a few more thrusts, he was coming with a high-pitched moan, white spurting onto his stomach. Tony groaned at the sight, and soon he was pulsing inside Peter and coming with a curse. Cum dribbled out of his hole onto the dark leather below. They looked into each other’s eyes as they caught their breaths and rode out their highs. Peter’s face was utter bliss.
“Can this dream never end?” Peter muttered, and Tony laughed.
“Oh, baby, this isn’t a dream.”
A flash of confusion appeared on Peter’s face, before his expression contorted into realization and alarm.
“… Uncle Tony?”
Tony nodded, pulling Peter’s head onto his shoulder.
“It’s okay, Peter. I said I’d take care of you. It’ll all be okay.”
Tears began to well in Peter's eyes. Tony’s heart did break right then. He caressed the back of Peter's head with a hand, the other rubbing at his back.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay.”
And then Peter did something unexpected, and kissed Tony. His lips were soft against Tony’s. Tony was the first to pull away, his eyes wide.
“Thank you.” Peter blinked low at him underneath his eyelashes.
“No problem, kiddo,” Tony said softly.
They lay there for the rest of the night, Peter wrapped up in Tony’s embrace on the sofa, as both of them wondered what this meant for their relationship in the future.
For now, they were just content to be pressed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms.