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Ficlet: Cot Catastrophes - CC5
Title: CC5 - Cot Catastrophes
Author: Tro
Rated: Probably R but NC-17 to be safe?
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Disclaimer: Not mine :( All Marvel's
Archive: Yes, please :)
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fire_tears and written for crimsonquills who needed something smutish~ Quick beta by the ever lovely snarkymonkey. Erm, okay so I wrote this one out of order - I skipped from CC2 to CC5... because I felt like it :P Not that there's really any continuity, but still! Part of the uuh CC Fluffverse - CC1 – Closet Case, CC2 - Cupboard Conundrums, and CC2 - Cupboard Conundrums OMAKE.
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Steve drifted lazily on the edge of wakefulness and sleep, too content with the warm weight of Tony's body across his chest. He shifted his weight to settle Tony against his side and the ancient cot beneath them groaned loudly in protest.
That snapped him awake in an instant. He squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing in case this was the day the cot finally gave up the ghost. When no collapse seemed imminent, Steve cracked a cautious eye open then closed it again against the bright white lab lights. At his side, Tony stirred against him, mumbling sleepily. Steve smiled to himself and smoothed a hand along the blanket covering them.
They spent so much time crashing in the lab that sometimes Steve thought that they should just give in and get a real bed down here. Of course, that would only give Tony more of an excuse to never leave the lab. So the rickety old cot stayed.
Smiling to himself, Steve stretched, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. Above him Tony mumbled, eyelids scrunching tight for a moment before lifting. Tony’s lips curved up as he focused drowsy blue eyes on Steve’s face.
“Morning,” Steve murmured into the curve of Tony’s ear. “Well, probably not morning any mo-”
Insistent lips covered his, smothering his words as a slightly more alert Tony twined their tongues together. Tony’s hands crept up Steve’s chest to curl around his shoulders. Sighing contentedly, Tony nuzzled against Steve’s throat, “Technically, it’s still morning. So a proper wake-up is in order.”
“I see. Better get right on that, then,” Steve ran a hand up Tony’s thigh to grip one firm buttock and squeeze. Tony purred into the crook of his neck, hips rolling languorously under his touch.
“Mm, Steve,” Tony hummed against his corded neck, tongue tracking abstract patterns across the skin.
Groaning low in his throat, Steve hooked a leg around Tony’s and flipped them. The cot squealed distressingly as Steve straddled Tony’s suddenly prone form.
Tony laughed breathlessly as the thin blanket settled around them again. He undulated under Steve, throwing one arm out to grope through the pile of their discarded clothes on the floor. Steve dragged his palms up Tony’s sides, just hard enough not to tickle.
“Ah, hah!” Tony brandished a small bottle of lube. He squirmed more as Steve’s hands trailed lower, curving around his hips. Beneath them the cot shook in protest at their every movement. “We really should just get a bed down here.”
“Can’t,” Steve’s breath hitched as Tony skimmed suddenly slick fingers along his length. He grunted as Tony closed his fist around him and gave him a few firm strokes. Damn, the man was better with his hands than anyone had the right to be. Shaking his head, Steve tried again, “You’d never- ah! Never leave the lab.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Tony hiked his legs up to wrap them around Steve’s waist. He was still smiling cheekily as he guided Steve into the warm, tight heat of his body.
Steve’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. His fingers clenched hard on Tony’s hips as he pushed inside. So good. Always so good. Beneath him, Tony was panting, smug smile tinged with pleasure. They fit together so well. He could never get tired of this.
“I see I’ve rendered you speechless,” Tony gasped, grinding upward to meet Steve’s thrusts. His lips curved up in a mock victorious grin and there was no way Steve could let him get away with that.
Opening his mouth to set the record straight, Steve was interrupted by Peter’s voice drifting in from the direction of the elevator. “Tony? Are you down here?”
A look of utter horror flashed across Steve’s face. Relying on his super soldier reflexes, Steve grabbed Tony by the shoulders and flipped them, yanking the thin blanket back over them in one fluid movement. He bit back a moan as Tony’s body pressed down on him, still intimately connected. Ignoring the sensation as best he could, he slammed his eyes shut and schooled his features into what he hoped looked like restful sleep.
Steve could hear Peter rounding the corner and pinched Tony to keep the man from squirming. No way was Spiderman going to believe they were just sleeping if Tony kept wiggling like that. Beneath them, the traitorous cot squeaked.
“Tony? I was wondering - oh my god!” Peter’s footsteps stopped short.
Damn. They were found out. Steve sighed and cracked open an eye to look at Peter, “It isn’t what you think...”
Peter cut him off, pointing wildly, “Are you guys naked? Oh, god, you are, aren’t you?”
“Peter-” Steve tried to get a word in edgewise, but apparently Peter’s spider-abilities included enhanced babbling as well. It really didn’t help that Tony was shaking against him. He better not be laughing.
“You said I could come down any time. I didn’t think-”
“Peter!”
“A little warning would be nice,” Peter was whining now and Tony was definitely laughing.
Steve could practically feel the situation spiraling out of his control. “I did put a sock on the elevator door,” he muttered grumpily, resisting the urge to cross his arms across his chest lest it dislodge the flimsy shield of the blanket.
“A sock?” Peter spluttered incredulously, waving his arms for dramatic effect. “A sock?! How old are you? Who even does that anymore? No, wait. I don’t want to know.” He shook his head and turned on his heel, firmly sticking his fingers in his ears. Fleeing for the elevator, Peter rambled in an overly loud voice, “Not listening. Not thinking about you guys naked cuddling. Scarred for life. You’re like, my dads.” The constant prattle kept up until Steve could hear the elevator door close.
Shoulders sagging in relief, Steve took a moment to swat Tony on the back of his thigh. “That wasn’t funny.”
Tony grinned and propped himself up on one elbow. “Oh, I don’t know about that. A sock?” He was outright chuckling now. “Really Steve, taking room etiquette tips from the Young Avengers now?”
Sighing, Steve dropped his head down onto Tony’s shoulder and groaned. If he didn’t distract Tony quickly, the man was never going to let him live this down.
That thought in mind, Steve crooked his fingers and began to tickle mercilessly. After all, turnabout was fair play. Tony grunted and gasped in one breath, sputtering at the sudden flurry of Steve's fingers.
Well, it wasn't quite turnabout but Steve figured it still counted as fair play.
-Tro
Author: Tro
Rated: Probably R but NC-17 to be safe?
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Disclaimer: Not mine :( All Marvel's
Archive: Yes, please :)
Ranting Commentary: Bunnied by
fire_tears and written for crimsonquills who needed something smutish~ Quick beta by the ever lovely snarkymonkey. Erm, okay so I wrote this one out of order - I skipped from CC2 to CC5... because I felt like it :P Not that there's really any continuity, but still! Part of the uuh CC Fluffverse - CC1 – Closet Case, CC2 - Cupboard Conundrums, and CC2 - Cupboard Conundrums OMAKE.X-Posted to
marvel_slashSteve drifted lazily on the edge of wakefulness and sleep, too content with the warm weight of Tony's body across his chest. He shifted his weight to settle Tony against his side and the ancient cot beneath them groaned loudly in protest.
That snapped him awake in an instant. He squeezed his eyes shut, body tensing in case this was the day the cot finally gave up the ghost. When no collapse seemed imminent, Steve cracked a cautious eye open then closed it again against the bright white lab lights. At his side, Tony stirred against him, mumbling sleepily. Steve smiled to himself and smoothed a hand along the blanket covering them.
They spent so much time crashing in the lab that sometimes Steve thought that they should just give in and get a real bed down here. Of course, that would only give Tony more of an excuse to never leave the lab. So the rickety old cot stayed.
Smiling to himself, Steve stretched, shaking off the last vestiges of sleep. Above him Tony mumbled, eyelids scrunching tight for a moment before lifting. Tony’s lips curved up as he focused drowsy blue eyes on Steve’s face.
“Morning,” Steve murmured into the curve of Tony’s ear. “Well, probably not morning any mo-”
Insistent lips covered his, smothering his words as a slightly more alert Tony twined their tongues together. Tony’s hands crept up Steve’s chest to curl around his shoulders. Sighing contentedly, Tony nuzzled against Steve’s throat, “Technically, it’s still morning. So a proper wake-up is in order.”
“I see. Better get right on that, then,” Steve ran a hand up Tony’s thigh to grip one firm buttock and squeeze. Tony purred into the crook of his neck, hips rolling languorously under his touch.
“Mm, Steve,” Tony hummed against his corded neck, tongue tracking abstract patterns across the skin.
Groaning low in his throat, Steve hooked a leg around Tony’s and flipped them. The cot squealed distressingly as Steve straddled Tony’s suddenly prone form.
Tony laughed breathlessly as the thin blanket settled around them again. He undulated under Steve, throwing one arm out to grope through the pile of their discarded clothes on the floor. Steve dragged his palms up Tony’s sides, just hard enough not to tickle.
“Ah, hah!” Tony brandished a small bottle of lube. He squirmed more as Steve’s hands trailed lower, curving around his hips. Beneath them the cot shook in protest at their every movement. “We really should just get a bed down here.”
“Can’t,” Steve’s breath hitched as Tony skimmed suddenly slick fingers along his length. He grunted as Tony closed his fist around him and gave him a few firm strokes. Damn, the man was better with his hands than anyone had the right to be. Shaking his head, Steve tried again, “You’d never- ah! Never leave the lab.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” Tony hiked his legs up to wrap them around Steve’s waist. He was still smiling cheekily as he guided Steve into the warm, tight heat of his body.
Steve’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head. His fingers clenched hard on Tony’s hips as he pushed inside. So good. Always so good. Beneath him, Tony was panting, smug smile tinged with pleasure. They fit together so well. He could never get tired of this.
“I see I’ve rendered you speechless,” Tony gasped, grinding upward to meet Steve’s thrusts. His lips curved up in a mock victorious grin and there was no way Steve could let him get away with that.
Opening his mouth to set the record straight, Steve was interrupted by Peter’s voice drifting in from the direction of the elevator. “Tony? Are you down here?”
A look of utter horror flashed across Steve’s face. Relying on his super soldier reflexes, Steve grabbed Tony by the shoulders and flipped them, yanking the thin blanket back over them in one fluid movement. He bit back a moan as Tony’s body pressed down on him, still intimately connected. Ignoring the sensation as best he could, he slammed his eyes shut and schooled his features into what he hoped looked like restful sleep.
Steve could hear Peter rounding the corner and pinched Tony to keep the man from squirming. No way was Spiderman going to believe they were just sleeping if Tony kept wiggling like that. Beneath them, the traitorous cot squeaked.
“Tony? I was wondering - oh my god!” Peter’s footsteps stopped short.
Damn. They were found out. Steve sighed and cracked open an eye to look at Peter, “It isn’t what you think...”
Peter cut him off, pointing wildly, “Are you guys naked? Oh, god, you are, aren’t you?”
“Peter-” Steve tried to get a word in edgewise, but apparently Peter’s spider-abilities included enhanced babbling as well. It really didn’t help that Tony was shaking against him. He better not be laughing.
“You said I could come down any time. I didn’t think-”
“Peter!”
“A little warning would be nice,” Peter was whining now and Tony was definitely laughing.
Steve could practically feel the situation spiraling out of his control. “I did put a sock on the elevator door,” he muttered grumpily, resisting the urge to cross his arms across his chest lest it dislodge the flimsy shield of the blanket.
“A sock?” Peter spluttered incredulously, waving his arms for dramatic effect. “A sock?! How old are you? Who even does that anymore? No, wait. I don’t want to know.” He shook his head and turned on his heel, firmly sticking his fingers in his ears. Fleeing for the elevator, Peter rambled in an overly loud voice, “Not listening. Not thinking about you guys naked cuddling. Scarred for life. You’re like, my dads.” The constant prattle kept up until Steve could hear the elevator door close.
Shoulders sagging in relief, Steve took a moment to swat Tony on the back of his thigh. “That wasn’t funny.”
Tony grinned and propped himself up on one elbow. “Oh, I don’t know about that. A sock?” He was outright chuckling now. “Really Steve, taking room etiquette tips from the Young Avengers now?”
Sighing, Steve dropped his head down onto Tony’s shoulder and groaned. If he didn’t distract Tony quickly, the man was never going to let him live this down.
That thought in mind, Steve crooked his fingers and began to tickle mercilessly. After all, turnabout was fair play. Tony grunted and gasped in one breath, sputtering at the sudden flurry of Steve's fingers.
Well, it wasn't quite turnabout but Steve figured it still counted as fair play.
-Tro
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Seriously. I yubs it. Peter is so delightfully scarred in this. XD Lovely little fluffy, spicy, tasty fic. *pinches*
Coitus interruptus FTW!
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You know that coitus interruptus is my fav. not-really!porn :)
-Tro
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I really do know this. ^___^ And you write it so well! ♥
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LOL~ I think with this one, I now have an equal number of full on porny stories and amusing!interrupted ones! Pwahaha~
-Tro
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This is a good ratio, I think. ^___^
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Poor, traumatized Peter. Where's Thor when they need him?
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Hee~ thanks :) Poor Steve~ I think maybe he doesn't think things through all the time >.> Just DOES them. And I cheated and skipped ahead to the end ficlet >.> Now I greatly desire to mention 'THE SOCK' in CC4 with the Young Avengers ^_____________^
Where's Thor when they need him?
Ftt, off being emo somewhere, probably~ Since nothing really bad happens in fluffverse *nods firmly*
-Tro
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-Tro
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...
*is still laughing* *starts being coherent again*
I don't know who's more embarassed, Steve or Peter. Tony, of course, has absolutely no shame!!! *grins*
And I can honestly say that I was in this situation already, at least four years ago, which means I was 15 years old at most. I can't say it was that scarring an experience, but I had the sense to not walk into the room completely. *smirks*
But the age differences between Tony, Steve and Peter make the 'Dad' analogy quite disturbing. *g*
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I don't know who's more embarassed, Steve or Peter. Tony, of course, has absolutely no shame!!! *grins*
Maybe they can play rock, paper, scissors to see who wins 'most embarassed'?!
And I can honestly say that I was in this situation already, at least four years ago, which means I was 15 years old at most. I can't say it was that scarring an experience, but I had the sense to not walk into the room completely. *smirks*
LOL~ I've been on the uum, receiving? end of this ^_____^ Pwahaha, I was in Tony's spot *cough* cause I'm a shameless hussy at heart, really :)
-Tro
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that was awesome as always tro^^
you can write, you can draw...is there anything you can´t do?
Perfect^^
teve drifted lazily on the edge of wakefulness and sleep, too content with the warm weight of Tony's body across his chest. He shifted his weight to settle Tony against his side and
that was a wonderful beginning
and then the menace-cot*giggle*
Steve is right about the bed thing.
Tony loves three things in life: Steve, armor and coffee. If he gets a bed in the lab, he has Steve and armor. And then he will just build himself a coffee machine, which causes him to never-ever leave the lab again.
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^____^ Thanks!
you can write, you can draw...is there anything you can´t do?
Rofl, I also do vids and juggle!! *snort* There are lots of things I'm bad at~ like bowling and um... er... being tasteful?
that was a wonderful beginning
*heart*
and then the menace-cot*giggle*
*snerk* The cot is totally half of what this fic is about *nods*
Steve is right about the bed thing.
Tony loves three things in life: Steve, armor and coffee. If he gets a bed in the lab, he has Steve and armor. And then he will just build himself a coffee machine, which causes him to never-ever leave the lab again.
*g* I suspect there's a coffee maker down there already - it's cleverly disguised so Steve won't know what it is, but he does anyway because he knows Tony!
-Tro
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The porn was really hot before it got interrupted, too. :-)
And yet the thought that sticks with me is...how on Earth did Steve get a sock to say on the elevator doors? There's no handle! *laughing*
This was wonderfully fluffy. :-) Thank you!
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Hhhmmmm, tough call - on one hand Peter probably doesn't know they're actually er~ in flagrante delicto *cough* but still~
The porn was really hot before it got interrupted, too. :-)
*smoosh* Thanks~
And yet the thought that sticks with me is...how on Earth did Steve get a sock to say on the elevator doors? There's no handle! *laughing*
Well, here's what I figure happened:
Steve spent a while pondering this very question, then held it halfway through the doors so that the doors would close on it, leaving the song hanging between the closed doors - this attempt failed, of course, but he didn't know since he was already in the elevator. Later, Jarvis came by, found the sock in front of the elevator and put it in the laundry.
*nodnod* For truth.
This was wonderfully fluffy. :-) Thank you!
^_________^ Fluffy is made of happiness for me right now~
-Tro
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Steve spent a while pondering this very question, then held it halfway through the doors so that the doors would close on it, leaving the song hanging between the closed doors - this attempt failed, of course, but he didn't know since he was already in the elevator. Later, Jarvis came by, found the sock in front of the elevator and put it in the laundry.
*nodnod* For truth.
*laughs* I was trying to think of how to put the sock on the elevator door and I thought, but he couldn't put it between the doors as they close because there are two sets of doors, and he couldn't get it between the outer doors without it being caught in the inner doors and pulled down. And then I started imagining him watching the doors close carefully and trying to time throwing the sock through the inner doors to be caught by the outer doors. *g*
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::jumps for joy::
more more
xoxo
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-Tro
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"It isn't what you think..."
Steve, if you start a sentence like that, then it's exactly what the person thinks. Trust me on this one. As for the sock... he's 84, Peter. Steve's an old man! He's allowed to get away with being senile sometimes!
"Not listening. Not thinking about you guys naked cuddling. Scarred for life. You're like, my dads."
Second favourite part, right there. ♥ ♥ ♥ Peter's not young, but damned if he isn't young. They are totally his dads. He may quite possibly wake up with nightmares from this. And be terrified to go down to the lab anymore without checking.
"Tony? Cap? IF YOU GUYS ARE NAKED CUDDLING, JUST-- DON'T ANSWER. I'LL COME BACK NEXT WEEK."
I love so hard. Fluff 'verse is my happy place. ;_;
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*snerk* I do love the quiet moments, but srsly, srsly, if you (well, maybe not YOU, crazy sex issues woman, but the ubiquitous you) woke up draped nekkid over an equally nekkid Steve Rogers wouldn't "SEX! :D" be the first thought? Y/Y?!
Steve, if you start a sentence like that, then it's exactly what the person thinks. Trust me on this one. As for the sock... he's 84, Peter. Steve's an old man! He's allowed to get away with being senile sometimes!
*snerk* And that isn't even oldguy!Steve! *cackles*
Second favourite part, right there. ♥ ♥ ♥ Peter's not young, but damned if he isn't young. They are totally his dads. He may quite possibly wake up with nightmares from this. And be terrified to go down to the lab anymore without checking.
LOL, yeah~ My employees aren't young enough to be my kids but I call them kids anyway, LOL~ so that's totally where I'm coming from ^_________^ Poooooor Peter~
"Tony? Cap? IF YOU GUYS ARE NAKED CUDDLING, JUST-- DON'T ANSWER. I'LL COME BACK NEXT WEEK."
Pwahahaha >.> I can SO SEE IT. I can also see Peter complaining about it to Jarvis and MJ - might be too embarrassed to do it to the rest of the team and his aunt, but~ *g*
I love so hard. Fluff 'verse is my happy place. ;_;
*smoosh* we all need happy place! Bwahaha, whenever I get the next one written, probably counting backwards now to CC4 - the Young Avengers!! That one's totally for you :) :) :)
-Tro
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Loved this!
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Maybe there should be a big, blinking sign on the lab door: DO NOT ENTER!! HAVING SEX!! ;)
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I'm terribly fond of the interrupted sex fic >.> Well, when it's not UTTERLY humiliating~ *heart comedic porn!* Thanks!!
Maybe there should be a big, blinking sign on the lab door: DO NOT ENTER!! HAVING SEX!! ;)
*g* I think that might be a bit obvious for Steve~ *cackle* Though subtlety isn't really EITHER of their strong points >.>
-Tro
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