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𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎:
𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝙵𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚕
“Come on, Mr.Stark you didn’t go on a single ride today.” The billionaire looked down at his energetic intern, his bright and eager eyes looking back up into his honestly exhausted and annoyed ones.
When Peter sauntered out of his room that morning with a glum expression, explaining that Mrs.Leeds has contracted food poisoning and in turn, couldn’t take Peter and Ted to the fair, Tony was quick to offer himself as a replacement. He had nothing to do that day of importance and he likes spending time with the kid. However, he didn’t truly realize what going to the fair with Peter, an enhanced kid with infinite expendable energy…
“This is the last one, Okay underoos? After this we have to get back to the tower and get some real food for you, okay?” Tony didn’t particularly love rides, mostly because he can sense the mechanical errors from these builders from a mile away, c but, He is eager to get the hell out of this place and back to the tower with proper A.C and Plumbing. Especially the latter.
“Okay kid, calm down. I said I’d go on the Farris wheel, not the tilt-a-whirl.” The kid was practically bouncing the trolly off its tracks with how much he was vibrating in his seat.
“Sorry, Mr.Stark I’m just excited.”
“Yeah, excited and hopped up on sugar. What did you eat today?” Tony is somewhat glad he got to experience an outing like this with the kid, seeing exactly how much he ate and how overpriced the shitty food was, he made a mental note early on how he needed to send the kid with a lot more pocket money the next time he did end up going out with the Leed’s family.
“Well, I got a pickle at the lemonade stand where you got lemonade, and then a nacho platter when you got a slushy, Oh! And the deep fried Oreo when you got milkshake and—-cotton candy when you got water.” Tony rubbed his thighs together at the reminder of exactly how much he has had to drink today. While the fair food didn’t look too safe, the drinks did and it was the only way to curb his appetite the entire day.
“Look, Mr.Stark, we can see the tower from here!” The Ferris wheel stopped at the very top,
“You can see the tower from every tall building in New York, ki—-“ A loud squeaky noise erupted from the base of the Farris wheel followed by a slight jerk. “Fuck.” Tony cursed under his breath, already knowing a sound like that means trouble.
”Uh oh. Are we stuck, Mr.Stark?” Tony looked the kid up and down—-he seemed calm…Tony would be calm himself if he didn’t feel like he was holding an ocean inside of him. Both of them have been stuck in worse situations, no need to panic and ruin the semi-nice day they have both had.
“Sounds like it, kid. I don’t think you are necessarily stuck…” Tony winks at the boy, a knowing smile spread across both their faces. “Too bad you don’t have the suit.” He jokes.
“Too bad you don’t either, you could probably fly down there and fix this thing with your eyes closed.” Tony hummed in agreement, He could, but knowing the inside of this thing is probably a mess, it would take even him a while to work out what is what.
Time passes slowly. An official announcement via loudspeaker plays officially telling them and everyone else on the ride of the issues and that a repair team was working on the repair…Tony looked down to see the ‘repair team’ was a singular old man with a wrench and a confused expression. A sigh slipped past his lips.
“Are you okay, Mr.Stark?” Tony turned on his smile and looked at the kid, not wanting to let the boy know of his growing predicament.
“I’m fine, Kid. Just want to get home.” A well placed yawn by the man seemed to be enough to turn the kids worries away.
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Peter couldn’t figure out what exactly was wrong with Mr.Stark, but he could tell something was bothering him. Periodically, his heart rate would spike. The man’s dementor would seem calm and unmoving to anyone else, but in the tight space, Peter couldn’t help but tune into the more minute changes due to his super hearing. He could hear the tensing of muscles tendons alongside the quickening heartbeat, each time getting more intense, strained.
He might not have known the billionaire for as long as others, but he has spent a lot of time with him in the last few years and it's rare for Mr.Stark to show any hint of anxiety, especially for such mundane things.
Aliens invading the city, yes, mild anxiety. Peter, getting himself shot, maximum anxiety, but getting stuck on a Farris wheel…very bottom of the list of things Peter would consider anxiety-inducing to literal iron man.
He had considered Mr.Stark being afraid of rides as the reason he didn’t go on anything else all day, but, he quickly realized that was nonsense when the iron man suits and basically more insane then any ride at a fair. He deduced Mr.Stark just genuinely had little interest in the rides, or, was taking the warning for people with heart conditions to not ride a little too seriously. The man's heart withstands being thrown around in the iron man suit….It can handle the teacups.
It took a while for Peter to really be clued in on what was plaguing him. He would love to have said it was his own sharpness and being in-tuned with the other man's emotions that helped him figure it out, but, really, it was just his enhanced scenes.
A short, almost instantly cut off hissing noise erupted from his mentor followed by the strong, to only Peter, smell of urine…Mr.Stark needs to be, and clearly badly at that…
Now that he knows that’s the issue, he realizes he didn’t see the billionaire stop off at the port-o-John’s a single instance that day, while Peter himself had to use them multiple times due to his enhancements. But even without a fast metabolism, of course Mr.Stark is desperate. It’s been hours.
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Tony’s eyes Burt’s open at the sudden loss in control. He Hadn't even realized he was concentrating so hard on not showing how bad off he is, that he closed his eyes. He is fucking Tony Stark and he just wet his boxers…
”M-Mr.Stark?” Shit. Tony knows the second he sees that look in the boy's eyes. That guilty but not empathetic worry that the spidering just can’t seem to hide. “Are you gonna be okay? You can hold it, right?”
”I really hope so, kid.” Tony can’t even say yes. Even not, it's getting harder and harder to hold it back. The wetness in his boxers is teasing his body to let the rest of the flood out. Pants be damned.
“Just…Do what you need to do, okay?” Tony knows that the boy means—-he is giving him permission to hold himself to prevent an accident for as long as possible and—-He lets himself do it.
Not in the childish way he has seen Peter so many times on car trips and during missions, between his legs, stepping from foot to foot. Tony chooses to grab his dick from the outside of his pants, on his leg and simply squeeze for dear life. Tapping his other foot commences shortly after.
He can’t help but feel two beady spider eyes trying not to stare at him.
“Where stuck here kid, might as well spit out whatever you want to say, we have nothing better to do”
“I—-I don’t really have anything to say…It’s just different seeing you be the one in this kinda situation is all…” Oh. Tony has alway been in Peter’s shoes when it comes to bathroom emergencies like these in the past. The boy simply can’t manage asking to let anyone know of his need until it's urgent. Peter has pissed himself in front of him so many times, Tony stopped counting when he realized it wasn't anything medically wrong with the kid, just anxiety. He has been working with him to normalize talking about this kinda thing, and here he was trying to do the opposite.
“I’m human too, Underoo. I deemed the bathrooms at this damn fair unusable, and look at the situation I’ve ended up in” Tony feels a leak slip past his tight grip.
“Y-You’re gonna use the portajohns when we get off this thing though, right? Because it's not really safe to hold it.”
Tony learns forward slightly when another leak slips past, this time wetting his hand that’s trying so hard to keep everything in. It isn’t working anymore…
”Kid—-I—-“
“It’s okay Mr.Stark!!! Like you always say to me, It’s not good to hold it and pants can be washed and—-“
”Shit.” Tony is soaking his pants before Peter can finish his speech. “Look away.” Tony accidentally says a little to frantically, He looks up from his quickly soaking lap to ensure Peter’s eyes are off him before he reaches into his pants and pulls himself out over his waistband, tuning over in the hard plastic seat and letting his piss fall freely onto the floor.
“Mr.Stark are you—-“
The sound of his piss splattering onto the trolley is deafening to even him, of course the boy would instantly realize his mentor was literally exposing himself in public but—-Tony can’t find it in his mind to care. It feels so amazing to finally be peeing.
The feeling of hours worth of liquid sloppily splashing out of his aching dick, forcefully and loudly makes him blush at just how desperate he was, and how obvious it was. He can see a bit of the piss running towards the crack in the door, likely dripping down to the ground, and hopefully not onto any of the other trolleys below.
Once his stream slows down, Tony takes a second to look at his pants… He soaked them. There is no denying Tony Stark wet himself. He didn’t act fast enough. Now that he is peeing, he doesn’t know why he didn’t just do this an hour ago, the second he realized he was in a bad place. The last of his accident falls from him and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants, praying they stay stuck long enough for his suit to dry, or, until it gets dark.
Peter witnessing is fine, but if anyone snaps a photo of him like this...