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Secret Santa: The Perks of Hawaiian Pizza - part 3/3
Merry Month of December: morfic_all
Title: The Perks of Hawaiian Pizza
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Universe: MCU
Warnings: nothing in particular that i can think of
From: howling_commandos
Link to part 1
Link to part 2
Steve was pretty sure they were dating. They held hands, they kissed, and Tony even threw in an occasional honey or ridiculous pet name every once in a while. It wasn't like they said anything to make it official, but it was obvious, right? Steve sure hoped so.
Then again, did he? He should be ecstatic, savoring every kiss and grinning like a kid in a candy shop every time they were together. And that's how it was, but why? All Steve was doing was getting his hopes up, wasn't he? It was wonderful, being with Tony but, in a matter of days, it wouldn't be like that at all. He would go back to New York, where it was crowded and foggy, and where he worked and had his whole life. Peggy would be there, maybe with the guy she had developed feelings for and left Steve because of. Bucky, too, would be there - where Steve should be too, even if he really didn’t want to at the moment, because he had Tony in Hawaii. He had peace and gorgeous beaches, somewhere to relax and someone to kiss. Steve did have happiness in New York, but he didn’t have Tony there. And while he wasn’t a co-dependent being that wouldn’t be able to function without someone they liked, he still very much enjoyed Tony’s company.
He considered not mentioning his departure to Tony and slowly avoiding him to stop himself from getting too attached, so when the final day came, it wouldn’t hurt too much. But Steve felt far too happy with Tony to limit their days together.
Instead, he did what was rational and tried to spend more time with his boyfriend, if that’s what they were.
“You know, flowers really suit you.” Tony was grinning, laying on his side in the soft sand, propped up on one elbow and looking at Steve with hint of admiration glowing in his dark eyes. It could've just been the setting sun reflecting in his eyes, but Steve wanted to feel special and think that his bright eyes were glistening just for him, because of him.
The blond looked down at his chest, where a flower necklace hung around his neck. The flowers were a bright mixture of red, white, and blue. He thought it was ridiculous, when Tony first gave it to him, but now he was wearing it proudly, knowing it had pleased Tony.
Steve chuckled and looked back up at Tony. “Is that so?” He asked with a small smirk playing at his lips.
Well," Tony began, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side, "you look good in anything, and I'm sure you look even better wearing nothing, but I think flowers around your neck make you look really handsome."
Steve simply rolled his eyes. Comments like that, before, had had him blushing and made him feel flustered, but he had learned that Tony flirted like he breathed, and he had grown quite used to it. Some comments did bring color to the tips of his ears, still, but he fought hard not to make a big deal out of it.
"Thank you, Tony. That's really kind of you to say."
Tony grinned. He laid down on his side completely and rolled on the sand, enough to meet Steve at his side. His chest was then covered with sand, but Steve didn't think Tony minded, because he seemed far too happy now that he was closer to Steve.
He didn't mind, either.
"I am really nice, aren't I?" The only reason Tony stopped smirking was because Steve wiped it off his face by pressing their lips together. Soft, and gentle, but not at all chaste.
Steve placed one free hand on Tony's hip, and he felt the brunet place his own on Steve's back, pulling himself until their bare chests touched.
They had been kissing often, now, but it still felt like the first time. Steve kept feeling a rush run through him and butterflies all over his stomach.
Tony sucked on his bottom lip teasingly, asking permission to deepen the kiss, and Steve happily obliged by parting his lips and letting Tony's tongue wander against his own. He let out a soft moan, and when they pulled apart, he moaned again, but the last one was more of a whine than anything else.
Tony was panting softly, but even while catching his breath, he managed to say, "Don't go." And it was then when Steve realized he wasn't the only one who had thought about it him leaving.
Steve licked his lips. He really wished they could continue sucking face instead of talking about his departure. He did have to, though, so he sighed, and said, "Don't have much of an option, do I?"
Tony chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding Steve's eyes for a moment before he looked up, eyes hopeful. "Sure you do. You can move in with me, and you can -"
"Tony. "Steve's voice was firm. It was actually his eyes what were doing the pleading to stop - soft and sad.
The idea sounded wonderful, but it also involved moving at an incredible speed – something Steve wasn't accustomed to. He hadn't even held hands with Peggy until their third date, and here was Tony, offering him a place to stay with him after a few days.
What made it worse was that Steve knew he was capable of taking the offer with absolute delight, if he wasn't so damn cautious.
"Come on, it would be great," Tony insisted, but Steve kept looking at him with his sad eyes.
That seemed to be enough, because Tony sighed, signalling that he had given up. "At least let me keep kissing you, then," he mumbled. Steve's answer was mumbled, too, muffled by Tony's lips already against his, fitting perfectly as if they were made for each other.
Steve didn't think about leaving or moving in after that – just the way Tony's body was pressed against his own, how his hands were on him, and how he vaguely tasted like pineapple.
That was how they successfully avoided talking about Steve leaving: by ignoring it, and shutting it up with a kiss ever time it came up. It was surprisingly easy.
But they shouldn't have ignored it. Oh, they really shouldn't, because now Steve had his bags at his side, and he was going to board the plane soon. It was much harder to say goodbye this way.
He wasn't crying, obviously, because that would be ridiculous, but he was feeling sick to his stomach, and it did feel like a hole that had filled inside him was slowly emptying up again.
Tony was cracking jokes and had plastered a million dollar smile on his face. That was enough for Steve to know that he had enjoyed their time together, but it was only a short bit of fun. A lot of fun, actually.
Steve heard the voice over the tannoy announce that his flight was departing. He remembered back, then, to about a week ago when the same thing had happened, and he was dreading what would happen on the trip. He had kept thinking he wouldn't have a great time,that he would spend it sulking under a shade in the sun, and yet his expectations could not have been more far off. Instead, he met a guy who introduced him to a brand new world. Steve didn't mean one with exotic flowers and warm, crystal clear sea water, but one of happiness and excitement; one where Steve could be himself and feel relaxed, along with an absolute flow of satisfaction and freedom swimming through him.
A world with Tony.
It had all been too quick, like a train hitting him and leaving him dazed. But after a while he no longer felt that, and he was met with the realistic pain.
Steve cupped Tony's cheek and gave him a final kiss. It was desperate – an attempt to put all the infinite kisses that could have been into one. He could feel himself melting into it.
Steve heard the tannoy remind the passengers to board the plane, but the buzzing in his mind that went TonyTonyTony was much louder.
"Thank you for everything." He didn't feel like that summed up what he wanted to say, but Steve left it at that.
Tony nodded. With a wink, and a grin, he said, "My pleasure."
Steve turned then, reluctant, and walked towards the gate to get into the plane. He knew he wouldn't be seeing Tony anytime soon. He waved, and Tony did so, too, with a small shake of his hand. He was really looking forward to the peanuts they gave away at the plane, because maybe they would get rid of the sour taste in his mouth... or at least the empty feeling in his stomach.
***
Bucky was waiting for him at the airport. He was holding up a big sign that read WELCOME BACK, STEVIE in big, bubbly letters of every color.
His friend grinned when he caught sight of him. At least that sense of home, and a reminder of Bucky's ridiculousness, warmed his very core. Not like Tony did, but he tried to forget about that.
"So. I see you do have a tan. Does that mean you also brought me at list?" Bucky asked. Steve stared at him. "You know... full of Hawaiian chicks." Steve continued staring at him, though now unamused instead of confused.
Bucky laughed and pat his back. "Just kidding." He took Steve's bag and hung it over his shoulder. It was carry-on luggage, so there wasn't any need to wait for it. Bucky began walking, Steve alongside. "But seriously, how did it go?"
"It was great," Steve answered with a small smile.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "And..." He waved his hand to try to get him to elaborate.
"Yeah, well. Honolulu itself was very nice. It's definitely not what I expected. The beaches were gorgeous."
Bucky nodded to show he was listening, but he kept quiet to let Steve continue. Steve did not want to continue.
He did, though, saying, "The hotel was great, too. My room was very nice."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "And did you spend your whole time there?"
Steve shook his head. He bit his lip, considering just how much he wanted to say. This was his best friend, after all. "No. I was with Tony, a guy I meet."
"Oooh." Bucky nudged Steve with his elbow. "Who's Tony?"
Steve rolled his eyes. But he also ducked his head to hide the slight red tint to his cheeks.
"He did shows for the hotel." A magnificent hula dancer with the most mesmerizing moves, Steve omitted. "But he's there, and I'm here." He shrugged with one shoulder.
Bucky nodded. Steve could see he was biting the inside of his cheek; he always did that whenever he was thinking of what to say next. "Well I'm damn thankful you're here, if that counts for anything." Once again, Bucky patted his back, and in return received a small smile from Steve. "Let's go get some burgers. I'm fucking hungry."
Steve had heard of teenage girls that desired a summer fling. If only they knew, he thought. It was great, at the start, because hey, you meet someone new in an exciting, different place, and you have a great time together, but then it's time to depart, and it's awful. He tried not to think about Tony often, because it left him tasting bile in the back of his throat and with an aching sense of nostalgia. But then, it also helped.
It helped because it kept Peggy off his mind – whom he still had fond feelings for (you never forget someone you love) but that was it – and it gave him inspiration for his sketching. He had done a hell lot better in his job after he came back from meeting Tony.
He would still trade doing poorly at work for Tony, though, which was awfully childish. Bucky reminded him of it, too. He felt a sense of déjà vú; breaking up – if his separation from Tony could be called that – and sulking over it, then having his best friend try to cheer him up because of it, which he did often. That's why he wasn't surprised when he got a knock on his door – assuming it would be said friend.
But then he actually opened the door, and he really was surprised. His stomach clenched, and he felt his heart race.
"Tony?" Steve breathed out.
"One Hawaiian pizza for Steve Rogers." Tony held up the cardboard box right in front of his eyes, but there was no way Steve was paying attention to that. Instead, he was fully focused on the man that held it; Tony, who should be in Hawaii right then, but was instead standing in front of him.
"W-what?" Steve stuttered, eyes wide, because how else was he supposed to react?
"You said you liked it, right?" Tony kept grinning, as if him showing up on Steve's doorstep was the most normal thing to do, and Steve kept staring at him in disbelief.
He squeezed in through the small opening between Steve and the door, and he placed the pizza box on the nearest table. He clapped his hands together and said, "New York is nice."
"Yeah. So is Hawaii, where you live."
Was he the only one that found Tony's arrival bizarre?
"True," Tony admitted, tilting his head to the side. "But people change plans all the time.”
"Like?" Steve didn't say anything else, expecting Tony to continue after that.
Tony opened the pizza box and took a piece, instead, folding it in half and stuffing his face with it. He sat down, too, on one of Steve's beat up couches.
And then there was talk of Stark Industries, where Tony worked ("You've seriously never heard of it? Where are you from? The 40s?") and how he'd always had no choice but to move to wherever he was needed, and how he was glad he could stay in Hawaii because that's where he was from, where there was hula dancing. But then came along Steve, and, well...
There was a lot more talk after that – about compromise and how Tony could live in New York, but then there wasn't a lot of talk. It was reduced to kissing – hands roaming against each others body, and mumblings of how thankful they were to have each other.
Tony showed him just how good his hips moved thanks to the dancing, because, while he may not be in Hawaii anymore, Steve was still dating a hula dancer.
Title: The Perks of Hawaiian Pizza
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Universe: MCU
Warnings: nothing in particular that i can think of
From: howling_commandos
Link to part 1
Link to part 2
Steve was pretty sure they were dating. They held hands, they kissed, and Tony even threw in an occasional honey or ridiculous pet name every once in a while. It wasn't like they said anything to make it official, but it was obvious, right? Steve sure hoped so.
Then again, did he? He should be ecstatic, savoring every kiss and grinning like a kid in a candy shop every time they were together. And that's how it was, but why? All Steve was doing was getting his hopes up, wasn't he? It was wonderful, being with Tony but, in a matter of days, it wouldn't be like that at all. He would go back to New York, where it was crowded and foggy, and where he worked and had his whole life. Peggy would be there, maybe with the guy she had developed feelings for and left Steve because of. Bucky, too, would be there - where Steve should be too, even if he really didn’t want to at the moment, because he had Tony in Hawaii. He had peace and gorgeous beaches, somewhere to relax and someone to kiss. Steve did have happiness in New York, but he didn’t have Tony there. And while he wasn’t a co-dependent being that wouldn’t be able to function without someone they liked, he still very much enjoyed Tony’s company.
He considered not mentioning his departure to Tony and slowly avoiding him to stop himself from getting too attached, so when the final day came, it wouldn’t hurt too much. But Steve felt far too happy with Tony to limit their days together.
Instead, he did what was rational and tried to spend more time with his boyfriend, if that’s what they were.
“You know, flowers really suit you.” Tony was grinning, laying on his side in the soft sand, propped up on one elbow and looking at Steve with hint of admiration glowing in his dark eyes. It could've just been the setting sun reflecting in his eyes, but Steve wanted to feel special and think that his bright eyes were glistening just for him, because of him.
The blond looked down at his chest, where a flower necklace hung around his neck. The flowers were a bright mixture of red, white, and blue. He thought it was ridiculous, when Tony first gave it to him, but now he was wearing it proudly, knowing it had pleased Tony.
Steve chuckled and looked back up at Tony. “Is that so?” He asked with a small smirk playing at his lips.
Well," Tony began, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side, "you look good in anything, and I'm sure you look even better wearing nothing, but I think flowers around your neck make you look really handsome."
Steve simply rolled his eyes. Comments like that, before, had had him blushing and made him feel flustered, but he had learned that Tony flirted like he breathed, and he had grown quite used to it. Some comments did bring color to the tips of his ears, still, but he fought hard not to make a big deal out of it.
"Thank you, Tony. That's really kind of you to say."
Tony grinned. He laid down on his side completely and rolled on the sand, enough to meet Steve at his side. His chest was then covered with sand, but Steve didn't think Tony minded, because he seemed far too happy now that he was closer to Steve.
He didn't mind, either.
"I am really nice, aren't I?" The only reason Tony stopped smirking was because Steve wiped it off his face by pressing their lips together. Soft, and gentle, but not at all chaste.
Steve placed one free hand on Tony's hip, and he felt the brunet place his own on Steve's back, pulling himself until their bare chests touched.
They had been kissing often, now, but it still felt like the first time. Steve kept feeling a rush run through him and butterflies all over his stomach.
Tony sucked on his bottom lip teasingly, asking permission to deepen the kiss, and Steve happily obliged by parting his lips and letting Tony's tongue wander against his own. He let out a soft moan, and when they pulled apart, he moaned again, but the last one was more of a whine than anything else.
Tony was panting softly, but even while catching his breath, he managed to say, "Don't go." And it was then when Steve realized he wasn't the only one who had thought about it him leaving.
Steve licked his lips. He really wished they could continue sucking face instead of talking about his departure. He did have to, though, so he sighed, and said, "Don't have much of an option, do I?"
Tony chewed on his bottom lip, avoiding Steve's eyes for a moment before he looked up, eyes hopeful. "Sure you do. You can move in with me, and you can -"
"Tony. "Steve's voice was firm. It was actually his eyes what were doing the pleading to stop - soft and sad.
The idea sounded wonderful, but it also involved moving at an incredible speed – something Steve wasn't accustomed to. He hadn't even held hands with Peggy until their third date, and here was Tony, offering him a place to stay with him after a few days.
What made it worse was that Steve knew he was capable of taking the offer with absolute delight, if he wasn't so damn cautious.
"Come on, it would be great," Tony insisted, but Steve kept looking at him with his sad eyes.
That seemed to be enough, because Tony sighed, signalling that he had given up. "At least let me keep kissing you, then," he mumbled. Steve's answer was mumbled, too, muffled by Tony's lips already against his, fitting perfectly as if they were made for each other.
Steve didn't think about leaving or moving in after that – just the way Tony's body was pressed against his own, how his hands were on him, and how he vaguely tasted like pineapple.
That was how they successfully avoided talking about Steve leaving: by ignoring it, and shutting it up with a kiss ever time it came up. It was surprisingly easy.
But they shouldn't have ignored it. Oh, they really shouldn't, because now Steve had his bags at his side, and he was going to board the plane soon. It was much harder to say goodbye this way.
He wasn't crying, obviously, because that would be ridiculous, but he was feeling sick to his stomach, and it did feel like a hole that had filled inside him was slowly emptying up again.
Tony was cracking jokes and had plastered a million dollar smile on his face. That was enough for Steve to know that he had enjoyed their time together, but it was only a short bit of fun. A lot of fun, actually.
Steve heard the voice over the tannoy announce that his flight was departing. He remembered back, then, to about a week ago when the same thing had happened, and he was dreading what would happen on the trip. He had kept thinking he wouldn't have a great time,that he would spend it sulking under a shade in the sun, and yet his expectations could not have been more far off. Instead, he met a guy who introduced him to a brand new world. Steve didn't mean one with exotic flowers and warm, crystal clear sea water, but one of happiness and excitement; one where Steve could be himself and feel relaxed, along with an absolute flow of satisfaction and freedom swimming through him.
A world with Tony.
It had all been too quick, like a train hitting him and leaving him dazed. But after a while he no longer felt that, and he was met with the realistic pain.
Steve cupped Tony's cheek and gave him a final kiss. It was desperate – an attempt to put all the infinite kisses that could have been into one. He could feel himself melting into it.
Steve heard the tannoy remind the passengers to board the plane, but the buzzing in his mind that went TonyTonyTony was much louder.
"Thank you for everything." He didn't feel like that summed up what he wanted to say, but Steve left it at that.
Tony nodded. With a wink, and a grin, he said, "My pleasure."
Steve turned then, reluctant, and walked towards the gate to get into the plane. He knew he wouldn't be seeing Tony anytime soon. He waved, and Tony did so, too, with a small shake of his hand. He was really looking forward to the peanuts they gave away at the plane, because maybe they would get rid of the sour taste in his mouth... or at least the empty feeling in his stomach.
***
Bucky was waiting for him at the airport. He was holding up a big sign that read WELCOME BACK, STEVIE in big, bubbly letters of every color.
His friend grinned when he caught sight of him. At least that sense of home, and a reminder of Bucky's ridiculousness, warmed his very core. Not like Tony did, but he tried to forget about that.
"So. I see you do have a tan. Does that mean you also brought me at list?" Bucky asked. Steve stared at him. "You know... full of Hawaiian chicks." Steve continued staring at him, though now unamused instead of confused.
Bucky laughed and pat his back. "Just kidding." He took Steve's bag and hung it over his shoulder. It was carry-on luggage, so there wasn't any need to wait for it. Bucky began walking, Steve alongside. "But seriously, how did it go?"
"It was great," Steve answered with a small smile.
Bucky rolled his eyes. "And..." He waved his hand to try to get him to elaborate.
"Yeah, well. Honolulu itself was very nice. It's definitely not what I expected. The beaches were gorgeous."
Bucky nodded to show he was listening, but he kept quiet to let Steve continue. Steve did not want to continue.
He did, though, saying, "The hotel was great, too. My room was very nice."
Bucky raised an eyebrow. "And did you spend your whole time there?"
Steve shook his head. He bit his lip, considering just how much he wanted to say. This was his best friend, after all. "No. I was with Tony, a guy I meet."
"Oooh." Bucky nudged Steve with his elbow. "Who's Tony?"
Steve rolled his eyes. But he also ducked his head to hide the slight red tint to his cheeks.
"He did shows for the hotel." A magnificent hula dancer with the most mesmerizing moves, Steve omitted. "But he's there, and I'm here." He shrugged with one shoulder.
Bucky nodded. Steve could see he was biting the inside of his cheek; he always did that whenever he was thinking of what to say next. "Well I'm damn thankful you're here, if that counts for anything." Once again, Bucky patted his back, and in return received a small smile from Steve. "Let's go get some burgers. I'm fucking hungry."
Steve had heard of teenage girls that desired a summer fling. If only they knew, he thought. It was great, at the start, because hey, you meet someone new in an exciting, different place, and you have a great time together, but then it's time to depart, and it's awful. He tried not to think about Tony often, because it left him tasting bile in the back of his throat and with an aching sense of nostalgia. But then, it also helped.
It helped because it kept Peggy off his mind – whom he still had fond feelings for (you never forget someone you love) but that was it – and it gave him inspiration for his sketching. He had done a hell lot better in his job after he came back from meeting Tony.
He would still trade doing poorly at work for Tony, though, which was awfully childish. Bucky reminded him of it, too. He felt a sense of déjà vú; breaking up – if his separation from Tony could be called that – and sulking over it, then having his best friend try to cheer him up because of it, which he did often. That's why he wasn't surprised when he got a knock on his door – assuming it would be said friend.
But then he actually opened the door, and he really was surprised. His stomach clenched, and he felt his heart race.
"Tony?" Steve breathed out.
"One Hawaiian pizza for Steve Rogers." Tony held up the cardboard box right in front of his eyes, but there was no way Steve was paying attention to that. Instead, he was fully focused on the man that held it; Tony, who should be in Hawaii right then, but was instead standing in front of him.
"W-what?" Steve stuttered, eyes wide, because how else was he supposed to react?
"You said you liked it, right?" Tony kept grinning, as if him showing up on Steve's doorstep was the most normal thing to do, and Steve kept staring at him in disbelief.
He squeezed in through the small opening between Steve and the door, and he placed the pizza box on the nearest table. He clapped his hands together and said, "New York is nice."
"Yeah. So is Hawaii, where you live."
Was he the only one that found Tony's arrival bizarre?
"True," Tony admitted, tilting his head to the side. "But people change plans all the time.”
"Like?" Steve didn't say anything else, expecting Tony to continue after that.
Tony opened the pizza box and took a piece, instead, folding it in half and stuffing his face with it. He sat down, too, on one of Steve's beat up couches.
And then there was talk of Stark Industries, where Tony worked ("You've seriously never heard of it? Where are you from? The 40s?") and how he'd always had no choice but to move to wherever he was needed, and how he was glad he could stay in Hawaii because that's where he was from, where there was hula dancing. But then came along Steve, and, well...
There was a lot more talk after that – about compromise and how Tony could live in New York, but then there wasn't a lot of talk. It was reduced to kissing – hands roaming against each others body, and mumblings of how thankful they were to have each other.
Tony showed him just how good his hips moved thanks to the dancing, because, while he may not be in Hawaii anymore, Steve was still dating a hula dancer.