Tony finds out how stressed peter is economically and practically begs him to move into his penthouse. Too many unused rooms anyway, whats two?
And they never tell Harley. He never calls peter, let alone sends his child support, and he only talks to tony when he needs money. So Harley has no idea Peter and tony have even met until he shows up at tonys door Christmas Eve hungover and peter opens the door in one of his dads old college hoodies.
Peter has a neck full of hickies, is completely covered in tonys scent,
looks genuinely happy, and is in slippers in his fathers penthouse.
. Tony clears the corner to see the door, and his tone drastically changes. Oh. Harley, hi. What are you doing here? I needed to ask you a favor, what the fuck are you doing here? He asks, turning his attention to peter. Tonys hand places itself protectively on peters back. Don’t speak to him like that. Sweetie, go, let me handle this tony says, murmuring the last part to peter with a soft kiss to his hair. Peter nodds and makes himself scarce like the good omega he is. Because that’s the thing Peter never knew about submission. When your taken care of by a good, competent alpha, it’s easy to become jelly in this arms and let them steer you, because they always steer you safe and right.
Dad are you kidding me- we didn’t want you to find out like this, we didn’t even expect this to happen honestly. So what, are you taking my sloppy seconds now? Be cause I’ve fucked way hotter than him and- how dare you. Get your act right or go back to wherever you came from, probably a room at the plaza if I check my card statements, wanna bet? With how many whores, hm? Oh so you can shack up with whores but I cant?. Tony goes red in the face. Get the fuck out.
He’s stress cleaning. It’s what Peter does. They have a housekeeper 2 days a week. But Peter stress cleans. He’s got tears in his eyes, and he’s digging his hands into the granite.
Hey, honey, come on tony whispers rubbing up and down peters arms, gently taking the towel out of his hands and wrapping his arms around Peter.
What’s wrong, why are you stressed baby? Pleads. You know what’s wrong, he was just here and- so what? I take good care of you and Morgan, right? He asks, cupping peter cheeks. Peter nodds. So, what is there to worry about? What if he, I don’t know, sues me for custody because he’s bitter?.
First of all, courts hate to take babies away from their omega parent. It barley ever happens unless their prostitutes, driving drunk, while snorting Coke off their pimps dick. Second of all, how would that dumbass get a lawyer? His money comes from me, honey. Not gonna happen. Peter blushed at his own lack of realization. Oh yeah… yeah… baby. I know he stirs up a lot of bad, old feelings.
In tonys day, with was not very long ago, collars were common place. But today they were seen as archaic patriarchy. It had been a long 20 years, apparently. But Tony wanted to make sure Peter, and the world, knew Peter was a spoken for, taken care of omega.