2021 Starker Summer Bingo for @starkerfestivals
For Sex Magic
Will be posted to ao3 soon. 7k words. NFF rated E
Warning!!!! Dubcon (tony does not know he’s having relations w peter)
Title from Remain Indoors by Periphery
Mistakes Are Only Real When You Become The Mess
It was sort of an accident, enough an accident that Peter could maybe rationalize it to himself, but not-an-accident enough that the moment he said it all aloud, he's sure it'd all fall apart. Because accident or not, Peter had done a really bad thing.
It could've only been one time, one fuck up before he moved on and hoped the same for the other affected party but no, of course not, Peter doesn't know when to let sleeping dogs lie or satiated dicks soften or whatever the hell he could think to make his stomach stop hurting with guilt.
It started at Dr. Strange's lair- office? House? When he taught Peter a simple spell for an undercover mission, easy peasy. A few quick lessons and some hands waving and Peter had a new physique, a new face. The mission went well and Peter gave the spell the twelve hours Dr. Strange said it took to wear off and he was back to himself, spell forgotten.
Until Peter had a banquet with Tony, a friendly lab partner meeting the posh rich folk in Tony's life while he pretends he doesn't wanna bed Tony every time he sees him in a tux. It was supposed to start at seven, Tony would pick him up at six-thirty but Peter, ever responsible, overslept during a nap. He woke up at six-thirty and texted Tony that he's sorry but he's gonna have to catch the subway. He's pretty sure he can get there by seven-thirty if he's fast but upon looking in the mirror and spending ten minutes trying to slick down his cow-licks and rowdy curls, he knows it's a lost cause. That's when he remembers the spell. It's nonsense, christ, in hindsight it is the dumbest thing Peter thinks he's ever done but he makes an attempt to focus the golden sparkles on his hair, just a little taming action as a stand-in for the gel he doesn't have.
One second he's him and the next he's not. The next he's down to five feet tall and reverted back to his post-Spidey body, lanky and squishy in all the wrong places. His hair looks better, at least, curls tousled just the right amount and his suit seems to have sized down with him. Then Peter gets a good look at his face and feels a twinge of insecurity settle low in his belly because he feels so much more handsome now. He's a confident guy, knows he's good looking and has a nice body but even replaced with a borderline pre-pubescent body, he wishes he could be as handsome as that guy.
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