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cap_ironman2011-05-01 12:41 am
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Comment Fic Fest!
In honor of
three_weeks_for_dw, we're hosting a Steve/Tony comment fic fest. Come and leave prompts and watch as, like magic, they are filled! Or be the magic and fill prompts!The Rules:
1. All prompts should either be Steve or Tony gen, or Steve/Tony. Other pairings are allowed as long as Steve/Tony is included. Threesomes and moresomes are fine.
2. Anonymous posting will be on. Be respectful of each other and of the characters. No bashing.
3. One prompt per comment. Fic should be posted as replies to the prompt they are filling. If a fic does not fit in one comment, separate it into multiple comments and label them 'part one', 'part two', etc., in the subject line. Feel free to write fic for prompts that have already been filled. The more the merrier!
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(Anonymous) 2011-05-02 10:39 am (UTC)(link)Prompt filled! A New Suit.
God, Tony sighed, allowing the waitstaff to pass by laden with trays of assorted alcoholic beverages, it's so hard being good.
"Mr Stark?" the bartender greeted. The party was in full swing, and most people instead of being at the fully manned bar, they were on the dance floor, or in corners- or probably getting to know each other in more intimate ways in the rooms above. Well, that's what hotels were for.
"A virgin strawberry daiquiri, darling."
The bartender did a double take. "Mr Stark?"
"People keep telling me that parties are actually fun, sober,” Tony sighed, as he gave a half hearted wave. “You know what they say – if three people tell you that you’re drunk-“
“Keep drinking?”
Tony laughed, admiring the barkeep’s moxie. Also how she filled out the simple lines of her shirt, but because he was trying to be good, he raised his eyes to her face, and kept them there.
“A woman after my own heart, but I’m giving the ‘lie down’ part a try.”
“One virgin strawberry daiquiri coming right up.”
Tony swivelled on the stool, eyes scanning the sea of faces, not realising the besotted smile on his face when he sighted Steve.
This wasn’t a party for the press, as much as say, for the workers at the Triskelion, and as such Steve wasn’t in his dress – blues? Whites? Greens? He never remembered, but he should, considering he and Steve were –together? A feat he hardly believed possible – not that he had been looking for possible, or Steve.
Like a good business match, they’d come together. After a bit of wrangling, and negotiation, push and pull, they ended up in bed.
Tony might have been drunk, but he remembered how they got there, with the hickey bites blooming on his skin to prove it. As well as the rubbery feeling in his legs, and the marks at his wrists – and Steve under him when he woke up that morning- the sun aiming its rays on to Tony’s face like a kill shot.
“Now, this is a good morning.” Tony held up his hand across his face, before muttering, “Dim light.” The room suddenly plunged into semi darkness as if a cloud stole across the sun.
“Tony,” his name a sigh in sleep thickened notes, as Steve’s eyes drifted open.
“Can I get you anything- scotch, bourbon, Jagermiester ?”
“No,” Steve’s hands drifted to Tony’s waist, as he shifted Tony off him to one side. “Don’t you eat breakfast?”
Tony’s mind went blank. What? Steve must have seen it, because he just gave one of those… vague waves and stalked towards the bathroom, all big, peach and gold and naked. Steve’s form – Michelangelo would have wept. Tony only drooled, transfixed until Steve closed the door behind him, with an audible click.
Tony shook his head, and reaching over to the night table, pressed a switch on his phone.
“Can you send up breakfast?”
“Sure, Mr Stark,” and that might have been Hilda, the chirpy blonde Swede. Lovely manner at night o’ clock, but at this time of day a bit full on. “What will it be?”
“Whatever people have for breakfast? Something they’d serve at a… greasy spoon?”
“Coming right up.”
Tony sipped at his drink, only to recoil and push it away. It was so sharp, it made his eyes water.
“What’s wrong?” The voice at his ear – although he’d been out of ice for the past few years, at times, it still sounded as if he’d been beamed from those PSAs of the 1940s.
“My drink.” Tony indicated with a nod, as he passed it over. Steve didn’t take it, and Tony sighed.
“It won’t besmirch your honour holding a glass in your hand.”
“It looks- “
“Glasses are gender neutral, Steve.” Tony pressed.
“Hold the straw, then, and take off that garnish.”
Sighing, Tony did as told, and handed over the glass, only for Steve to sip at the drink. Made a puzzled face, before it gave way to pleasure, and he started drinking in earnest.
“This is pretty good. It’s like fruit juice, without the alcohol.”
“It is,” Tony sighed, his elbow resting on the counter. “Sans alcohol, sans life, sans every thing.”
Steve laid his hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Are you okay, Stark?”
“I am.”
“So… what’s this?”
“I hear that parties are actually fun when you’re sober. Fun, even.”
“Oh, so that’s why you haven’t been flirting with every skirt here?”
“Ah, you’re trying the ‘Level gaze’ on me, Steve? I’m not on the wrong side of the law-"
“Mostly.”
“It won’t work.”
“Tony,” Steve’s voice all tones of exasperation now, as he sat on the stool beside Tony. Their knees touched, and normally Tony would have edged a bit closer, leaned over and whisper something scandalous in Steve’s ear. He didn’t, however, because as much as he and Steve had an understanding, there was still something exciting about having this- them- away from the tabloids and for oneself.
“Tony,” Steve repeated. “What are you- ?”
“We’re something now, and you’re Captain Rogers. You have a certain role to play, and I’m trying decorum- and it’s been quite so ill fitting.”
“Wait- you’re trying to say. That’s why you’ve been drinking orange juice, and generally acting like a nun?”
A nun? The thought electrified Tony with horror. He hadn’t been that bad, had he?
“Tony,” Steve leaned over, and nudged Tony’s arm with the back of his hand. “If I wanted someone else, I’d have looked for someone else. I don’t-“ and he broke off laughing, as if this were a surprise to him too, and Tony felt something in him thaw, soften.
“I like you, Tony.” Steve’s voice carried in his ear. “The fact that you find everything funny, and you’re generous enough to tell me why; everywhere you go, there’s a party, and everyone’s invited, and –“ Steve’s smile reached his eyes, warming them from their frigid Irish blue. “I need that. I need you."
“Alcohol?”
“Even nuns drink wine, Tony.”
“My wandering eye?”
“As long as you don’t touch, there isn’t any harm in looking.” At Tony’s raised eyebrow, Steve coloured, as he finished. “You taught me that. Besides, you’re not one to wear an ill fitted suit, Tony. I’m ashamed for you.”
“Well.” Tony let out a sharp breath. “There’s a suite upstairs I’ve been dying to try. Mirrors on the ceiling – risky and eurotrash. If you want to get me out of my suit, figuratively and literally-“
Steve grabbed his hand, and dragged him off the stool.
Fin.
ETA, damn, I did it from Tony's pov instead of Steve's. I'm so sorry!!
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“Sure, Mr Stark,” and that might have been Hilda, the chirpy blonde Swede. Lovely manner at night o’ clock, but at this time of day a bit full on. “What will it be?”
“Whatever people have for breakfast? Something they’d serve at a… greasy spoon?”
Oh Tony. I love his efforts to curb his behavior for Steve, and I love that Steve tells him that even nuns drink wine. Very fun story!
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“Mostly.”
“It won’t work.”
It totally will! Steve has an excellent level gaze. I love Tony's PoV here, and him trying to be good even as he thinks of all the ways he doesn't want to be.
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