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Tony breathes in a fresh burst of salty sea air, letting the sounds of the docks wash over him as he strolls along the boardwalk. He tries to be subtle, to keep the grin off his face, and not let anyone see his joy. He’s Captain Anthony Stark, for heaven's sake. He’s supposed to be tough and ruthless. And he is, for the most part.
“Aw, look at the Cap’n boys!” Bucky grins, throwing an arm around his shoulders. “He’s always happy to be in Tortuga,”
“Can’t imagine why,” Rhodey adds, waggling his eyebrows. “Must be all the girls… or maybe just one!”
The crew roars with laughter, drawing the attention of everyone around.
“Shut up, the lot of you!” Tony growls at his crew. “Or I’ll send you back to the ship, and none of you will get your rum!”
They all go silent immediately. He huffs and nods, as it should be. Especially since the door of the tavern is now in sight, and his body is thrumming with anticipation. He subtly adjusts his coat to make it lay straight.
Bucky rolls his eyes. “You got nothin’ to worry about Cap’n,”
“Says you,” he mutters.
Rhodey claps a hand on his shoulder. “You’re nervous every time, and it’s always fine,”
He casts a glance at his first mate right before they walk in. “This isn’t like every time,”
Before they can ask what he means, he pushes the door of the tavern open. Though it’s barely sunset, there’s a lively crowd, one that erupts in excitement as his crew enters the building. The men disperse, saying hello to friends of old and already calling for rum and girls. There’s a singer in front of the room, strumming a guitar and singing sea shanties.
“My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold,” she sings. “There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold,”
He steps up to the long counter, and the bartender slides him a rum without asking and he sips at it casually while he waits. A pretty blonde appears behind the bar out of nowhere, a scowl on her face. “Wasn’t expecting you back so soon,”
“We had business in Tortuga,” he shrugs. Then he fixes her with a look. “You know what I want, Pepper,”
“And you won’t have it,”
He huffs out a sigh and reaches into his coat. He pulls out the small pouch of gold coins he had prepared, knowing this part would go faster with a little treasure in the mix. “It’s double the usual. Which is double your actual usual already,” he huffs, throwing the bag on the counter.
She stares him down for a minute, clearly warring with herself. But Pepper loves her gold more than she loves annoying Tony, so she snatches the bag up and pours the coins in her hand to count them. After a tense moment, she looks up at him in annoyance and gives one last scoff. “Fine. Come with me,”
There’s a hoot and a holler from his men as he follows her through to the back. He ignores it. Everyone thinks he comes to this tavern for Pepper, and he’s inclined to let them. It keeps the attention off the real object of his desires.
“He had a client last I checked. I’ll send him to you when he’s done,” Pepper says, opening a door to a room.
“Always a pleasure, Miss Potts,” he grimaces as he walks past her. He fights back the wave of jealousy flowing through him. It comes with the territory of being sweet on a prostitute.
He paces the length of the room, waiting anxiously. The longer he waits, the more he’s worried until, finally, the door clicks open behind him. He spins around, sighing in relief. “Peter,”
“Tony,” the boy says, rushing forward.
He throws his arms around Tony’s neck, and Tony, in turn, hugs him tightly, spinning him around and laughing as they embrace. He buries his nose in the crook of his neck and inhales his scent, bringing a hand up to tangle in his silly brown curls. “God, I missed you,” he murmurs.
“I missed you too,” he says, voice sounding choked with emotion. “You’re early,”
“I couldn’t wait,”
Peter finally pulls away, brown eyes staring at him like he’s trying to drink him in. Tony does the same, moving back as he takes his hands so he can look him over. His brown curls are a little longer than the last time he was here, something he doesn’t mind at all. He’s wearing a dress tonight, clearly he had been working the tavern floor. It’s red and clings to what little curves he has, including pushing up his chest, giving him two perfect swells of creamy flesh. Arousal starts to pulse through Tony like the tide, his whole soul aching for his boy.
“You gonna kiss me, Captain?” Peter grins. “Or are you gonna stand there gawking like a cabin boy?”
Tony laughs and scoops him back up in his arms, kissing him hard. Peter’s perfect pink lips are plush and soft against his own sea-worn ones. He grips his waist, trying to draw him closer as tongues dance. They both moan, something soft and relieved as if they’re resting after a long day's work.
“I want to talk, but-“ Peter pants in between kisses. “I need you first,”
“Aye,” Tony agrees, moving them towards the bed. “I've hardly slept these last nights thinking about getting my hands on you,”
“Then get them on me,” he says breathlessly.
It’s a scramble of hands and fabric as they try to strip each other down as quickly as possible. Months of being apart boil down to a single moment of desperation, lips refusing to part as hands grab blindly. Finally, somehow, they fall into bed together naked, and Tony groans as their bodies press together.
Tony kisses his way down Peter’s neck, letting himself go as he has unfettered access to his body. He bites and sucks, desperate to mark his skin, desperate to show everyone else he’s taken. Peter whines at the attention, hands running over Tony’s back and shoulders just for something to do.
“My pretty boy,” he murmurs into his skin. “Who needs rubies when I can decorate you myself?”
“Please,” he sobs, already sounding wrecked and desperate. “Tony, don’t make me wait, please. It’s been long enough,”
He wants to savor it, but he can’t disagree either. So he reaches a hand between them, groaning as his fingers are immediately drenched. “Already angel? Have you missed me that much?”
“Yes,” he whimpers, back arching slightly. Tony finds his clit easily, his fingers having the perfect memory of his boy's body, and he rubs his knuckles against him. Peter mewls, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please!”
“Give me what I want, angel,” he growls. “Nice and wet, so I can fuck your hard,”
Ever obedient and clearly having been on edge already, Peter lets out a loud cry. A wave of wet washes over Tony’s fingers, and he smirks proudly, spreading the slick around the boy's folds even as he whimpers from the overstimulation. He wastes no time in wiping the rest over his aching dick, moving succinctly so as not to finish this before it’s even started.
“Ready, angel?” he murmurs.
“Yes, Tony, please,” he whines. “Fuck me,”
He lines himself up and pushes in, a soft groan escaping him as he’s encased in hot, wet heat. Peter is tight and still clenching from his orgasm. “Breathe, love, that’s it- let me in,”
“Oh,” he whimpers softly as Tony sinks to the hilt. “Fuck I missed you,”
He laughs softly, forcing himself to breathe as they both adjust. He wants to enjoy this. “Me too, angel, me too,”
“C'mere,” he mumbles, tugging Tony down closer. He brackets his arms close to his head, completely smothering Peter with his body. They both groan at the change in angle. “Move, darling, please-“
Tony answers with a snap of his hips, immediately drawing a soft keen from Peter’s lips. He rests their foreheads together as he starts to move in long, deep thrusts. It feels deeply intimate as they let their bodies intertwine again after being apart for so long. Even though he’s moving and there is already sweat forming between their bodies, it feels like coming home to rest. He can feel the tension of months at sea fading from his bones, steadying the sea legs of his aching heart.
“Ah,” Peter whines beneath him. “Fuck you feel so good,”
“You do, too,” Tony sighs. “I could stay like this forever,”
Peter laughs; it’s broken by his panting breaths and soft noises, but it’s still that laugh that Tony loves with all his heart. “As much as I’d-ah- love that- mm- I need you to fill me up, Captain Stark,”
Tony growls at hearing the moniker, a new stab of arousal coursing through him. He starts moving faster, letting their hips snap together with every thrust. Peter arches beautifully beneath him, and his hands tangle in Tony’s hair, dragging him down for a bruising kiss. He feels slightly weightless, like the gentle rock of a ship on the waves. Nothing else matters but claiming his boy again and making him his.
“Tony,” he whimpers. “I’m- I’m gonna-”
“That’s it,” he pants. “Cum for me, sweetheart, let me feel you,”
Peter clenches around him with a cry, sending Tony’s own pleasure crashing down like a wave. He presses his lips against Peter’s in a messy kiss, leaving them fully connected as they both come back down from the high. Peter is making the sweetest little noises beneath him, thighs barely twitching. For a moment, there’s silence as it all sinks in, and then they both start to laugh, breathless and slightly relieved. The desperation and tension have evaporated from between them, leaving only love and a desire to remain close.
“I love you,” Tony murmurs, kissing his cheeks and forehead.
“I love you too,” Peter sighs, totally lax beneath him.
Tony rolls to the side and takes Peter with him, letting him curl up against his chest. He’ll worry about cleaning up later. He just wants to hold him right now. Slender fingers trace over the scar on his chest, the only hands allowed to touch it.
“How have you been?” Peter finally asks softly.
“Well, no one got arrested this time,” he sighs. “So it’s an improvement,”
He snorts. “The bar is low, my love,”
“I know,” he huffs. Then, unable to fight back the jealousy anymore- “Pepper said you were with a client when I got here,”
“Well, it’s not like I was expecting you,” he frowns. “I thought at least another two weeks before you’d arrive,”
“I told you… I couldn’t wait any longer,”
He sighs. “It was just hands, nothing more,”
“Just hands,” he grumbles. “No one should have their hands on you but me,”
Peter hums nonchalantly. They have this conversation every time.
“I should run my sword through him,” Tony mutters.
Peter laughs softly. “Darling, if you ran your sword through every other man that touched me, Pepper wouldn’t have any customers,”
“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” he asks angrily.
He props himself up on one elbow, his face soft and sympathetic. He reaches up to brush Tony’s hair out of his face. “You’re the one that I love,” he says softly. “No one else matters,”
Usually, it’s enough to quell the storms of jealousy. But tonight, it’s just not. So he braces himself, preparing to utter the words he’d been so worried about speaking since Tortuga became visible to the naked eye. “What if- what if you didn’t have to do it anymore?”
Peter frowns at him. “Darling, you know I’ve got those debts and-”
“I’ve been saving,” he blurts out. “My portion of our spoils. I can pay them off, and you could- you could come with me,”
His breath hitches, and his eyes widen. “Are you serious?”
“More serious than I’ve ever been,” he breathes out, gently tucking a curl behind his ear. “I can’t do this anymore, I need you at my side,”
“And your crew won’t mind?” he asks worriedly. “I mean, do they- they don’t even know about me, right?”
“It’s my damn ship. They can walk the plank if they’ve got a problem,” he growls.
Peter giggles, his face full of joy. “You really want me with you?”
“Angel, I-” he hesitates, then decides to fuck it. “Either you come with me, or I stay here,”
His eyes widen even more, as big as sand dollars. “Tony! You can’t- you can’t just leave your ship,”
“Bucky and Rhodey would be perfectly fine without me,” he shrugs. “Nothing matters more than you,”
Peter’s mouth opens and shuts a few times, looking absolutely stunned. His eyes flick frantically over Tony’s face, searching for any trace of a lie. Then, he swallows hard. “I want to get married. I want to come with you, but I want to get married,”
Tony flops his head back on the pillow and laughs softly. Peter looks at him in confusion and hurt. “No, just- just one second,” he says. He leans over the edge of the bed and scrambles for his coat, reaching into one of the pockets. He finds the small leather pouch and sits back up, handing it to Peter. “I got this for you. I- I was going to give it to you if you said yes,”
Peter takes it from him with a hesitant glance. He opens the pouch and tips the contents out onto his palm, gasping softly. The gold and ruby ring shimmers softly in the light of the lamps and fireplace. His eyes turn glassy with tears. “You- you- really?”
“It has to be tonight,” he says softly. “We’re supposed to leave with the morning tide,”
“Yes,” Peter says eagerly, his eyes shining. He laughs and cups Tony’s cheeks, kissing him eagerly. “I love you, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes,”
Tony laughs in relief and wraps his arms around him, rolling them over so he’s on top again and can kiss him into the mattress. “I love you,”
“You know I didn’t even need this,” Peter hums as he hands the ring to Tony to put on him.
He slides it onto his finger, a perfect fit. “Everyone needs a little gold, darling. You’re a pirate now,”
He chuckles. “But you’ve heard the song, my love,”
“Which one, darling?” he hums.
He smiles shyly and starts to sing. “My heart is pierced by Cupid. I disdain all glittering gold. There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold,”