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Why, is that more fic I see?
Hey girls and guys, I have more fic! I swear, I have been writing a freakish amount.
This was inspired by two things: that I spent most of today at the track (I had some downtown + my laptop, guess what I did?) and a bit of Astonishing X-men that will always make me giggle: Link to Scans_daily, because my copy of this issue has gone missing :( .
Title: Racing
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: Uh... NC-17? Very vague porn, and I seemingly can't write Tony without the mouth of a dock worker.
Fandom: More weird Movie!Verse + normal MU.
Warnings: Sex. Also, if you're afraid of Pepper in 4-inch-I-will-kick-your-ass-heels, turn back now.
Word Count: ~ 1,920
Disclaimer: The usual, no own, no profit, blah blah. Also, this is un-beta'd, so sorry in advance for typos if I missed any.
It’s still dark enough that when Jarvis starts giving temperatures and surf conditions there’s not even enough sun trickling through the windows to wake Steve up up. He is instead woken by Jarvis’s serene voice, and the fact that Tony is moaning and groaning about it being “six in the fucking morning” and how “you actually listened to me when I said to wake me up this early?”
Jarvis of course just says, “Of course sir. You told me to wake you up at exactly 6 AM, and promptly. And to not listen to your, and I quote, with all due respect, sir, ‘weak pleas for mercy’”.
Steve has no idea what’s going on (he hasn’t bothered to open his eyes yet), but he hears the creaking and hush-sush of a body moving over ridiculously high quality sheets, and then a thump (followed by a “Motherfucker! Why are the floors in this house so hard!?”) which can only mean one thing: Tony has (literally) rolled out of bed.
Steve opens one eye, then the other, and stretches his arms far over his head (with a satisfying pop from his spine) and yawns in tandem with the action. Moving slowly, he scoots himself to the other side of the bed and looks down, head peeking over the edge of the mattress. Tony is lying on the floor, spread eagle and tangled in half of the sheets and most of the quilt. Steve blinks down at him, he stares up at Steve.
“G’morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Steve smiles, offering a hand over the edge of the bed. Tony ruefully grabs it and Steve hauls him back in, all sheets and quilt and everything. Although Steve’s embarrassed to admit it, Tony looks really, really, especially good right now, wearing nothing (as far as Steve can tell, and based on activities that went on in the early hours of the morning), tangled in linens, hair all fussed and glowing in the soft light leaking through the windows. It would make a really gorgeous picture, and suddenly Steve wants to tell Tony to not move, stay there, so he can go find paper and pencils.
But Tony does move, slumps forward, into Steve’s lamp with a ‘harumph’.
“This is the earliest I have ever been up after sex.” Tony states bluntly, no emotion, the noise muffled into the sheets, where his head currently is. He turns a bit, cranes his neck, and sighs, speaking to Jarvis.
“Tell Happy I need the GT brought around to the front, and my track tires loaded into Pepper’s car. And tell Happy he can just stick the 6-point belts into my car now, I’ll drive like that. Also, don’t let me walk out of this house without helmet, boots and suit.” And just like that, Tony is awake and all business. Steve is still (if not more) confused.
“Is Pepper driving, sir?” Jarvis chirps back.
“Nope. Happy’s just borrowing her car for the day. He’s my tech crew.” Tony is sitting up, trying to tame his hair with both hands and winking at Steve, because he knows exactly what being naked (and the hair messing) is doing to Steve. Specific parts of Steve.
“Um, Tony?” Steve asks, “What exactly are you planning? And what do you need the armor for?”
Tony suddenly looks like it’s Christmas come early.
“Jarvis! Run the specs! Does the armor fit in the GT?” His eyes are sparkling, “With me in it, of course.”
“Sir, is it really wise to drive a car while wearing the armor?” Jarvis is droning, clearly unimpressed with more of Tony’s harebrained schemes. Steve is thinking that he’s now going to be confused forever. Or distracted, now that Tony’s gotten out of the tangle of the bed and is standing in front of Steve, all perfect and smooth skin and corded muscle and Steve just wants to do all sorts of unmentionable things to him.
“Well no. But has not making the right decision ever stopped me before?” Tony is rubbing his hands together. “And actually Steve, I was talking about my driving suit, not the flying metal pajamas of death.”
“You’re going driving?” Steve says incredulously, quirking an eyebrow up. Tony licks his lips devilishly, and Steve’s mind sort of starts to melt.
“Totally. Track Day today, which is why I am up at this ungodly hour.” He crawls back on to the bed, hands on either side of Steve’s hips and all Steve can think about his how much he wants Tony right now and –
“Sir, the suit will not fit. There is not enough headroom, as you had the seats adjusted to your height, without the extra 3 inches you receive from the armor.” Tony’s head whips around at Jarvis’s voice, and Steve could kill the AI right here and now for ruining the moment. He is not loosing this.
So he rather calmly grabs Tony by the back of the neck, pulls him in and proceeds to kiss him squarely on the lips, and when Tony starts laughing Steve just bites down on Tony’s bottom lip, and suddenly the laugh is a moan and Tony is all but sitting in Steve’s lap.
“Jesus, Ste-“ Is all Tony gets out when Steve breaks the kiss before he’s licking and nipping his way down to Tony’s stomach, and anything that Tony was hell bent on saying is turned into a whimper and a groan as Steve gets dangerously low on Tony’s torso. Tony leans back on his elbows, feet locked around Steve’s waist, giving him all the access he wants, eyes begging, and lips parted, breathing hard. He’s gorgeous like that, against the just sort of off-white sheets, laid out, flushed. Steve’s breath hitches, and he bends over Tony, scooting far enough down to kiss Tony’s left hip, down, to the inside of his thigh, and he can hear Tony somewhere over his head (whenever he moves a little further away, a little bit back and closer) “Nonononono go back, go back, oh my jesus fucking god, right there, Steve, holy shit-“. Steve smiles against the inside of Tony’s hip, remembers a conversation joking held about ‘sexual Tourettes’ a few months back (although he had been incredibly embarrassed at the time). Tony’s most certainly got something along those lines going on. Steve can feel the dull thump of blood moving just under Tony’s skin, he knows if he were to look at Tony’s face right now he’d see a mouth wide open, gasping, eyes shut, head thrown back. He noses against the artery that he knows is right there, running though Tony’s hip, down his leg, licks a long line mirroring it, digs his thumbs into Tony’s hips, and Tony is going nuts under Steve’s ministrations, twisting and arching and begging.
“Steve, oh my lord- fuck, fuck, do that againnnn.” And when Steve moves a little bit further away again Tony reaches down and grabs two fistfuls of Steve’s hair and shoves him right where he wants him to be. “Steve, I’m on a fucking schedule and I really- oh dear Mother Mary in Heaven - fuckfuckfuck!” And then it’s just Tony moaning and bordering on screaming (he’s always been loud in bed) and babbling out random strings of swear words and religious figures because he’s in Steve’s mouth and he can barely keep himself together and in one piece, let alone the connection between his mouth and his brain. Steve is amazing and warm and really needs to do that thing with his tongue again like that one time in- oh fuck yes, that thing.
Tony knows he’s not going to last much longer when Steve starts fucking humming and then he’s so gone, spilling over into Steve’s mouth and jerking up, his muscles contracting like all get-out, toes curling into fabric, the lights that Jarvis had turned on earlier suddenly flickering in and out of existence in quick succession. Steve can swear he hears the whole house power down for one second, the AC quieting and the omnipresent hum of electrical equipment buzzing out, before everything comes back online and the lights steady out. Tony’s on his back again, his chest heaving and his hands balled in the sheets on either side of his hips, and Steve comes up for air, licking at his lips and grinning at Tony in the most ridiculous way ever.
“I will never get used to that weird power surge thing.” Steve mumbles, gently moving a snag of Tony’s hair off of his forehead, behind his ear.
“Sorry.” Tony replies sheepishly (and out of breath), giving a little palms up, shrug gesture. “Worrying about controlling the Extremis is just not something I think about at times like these. Also, you’ve got a little-“ Tony motions to the corner of his mouth and Steve blushes, wiping an arm across his mouth.
“Umm, nope.” Tony’s got a massive grin on his face now, “Still there. Lemme help you.” And he reaches up, gently, cradling Steve’s head in his hands and kissing him, licking along his bottom lip, long and full, all scheduling conflicts forgotten about for the time being.
This is exactly the moment Pepper chooses to click-click-click in to the bedroom on her new 4-inch Jimmy Choo’s, her tablet PC carrying her attention.
“Honestly, Tony, if you can’t even keep appointments that you want to go to, then how are you ever going to-“ Pepper stops dead when she looks up from whatever on the screen had been holding her attention. Steve has to assume he’s blushing all the way to his hairline, while Tony is just simply raising an eyebrow at his assistant.
“Why Ms. Potts, do you ever knock?” He’s trying to look scandalized, but knows he just looks amused. Pepper knows she should be horrified, but when you’ve had to un-cuff your boss that many times from his headboard (or that one time from the showerhead) finding him in bed with his best friend is not that big of deal, especially since she’s known about them for ages.
“Tony. I’m sure this is a very touching moment, but do you want to get all the way to Palmdale on time or not? The car’s waiting.” She sets a hand on her hip, looking ferocious. Steve still hasn’t stopped blushing.
“Can’t I take a shower first?” Tony whines, sounding like a child.
“No.” Pepper enunciates very clearly, “Because I know where that will lead.” She looks in Steve’s direction. Tony just collapses back on the bed and sighs. If possible, Steve’s face gets even redder.
“You know Pepper, I think I may just take the day for myself.” He says happily, and reaches up, poking Steve in the nose and grinning up at him. Steve hears Pepper sigh rather dramatically in the background.
“Fine.” Pepper starts her click-click-click back out when she stops. “Steve, by the way…” She taps her cheek, “You’ve got a bit of something there.” And then finishes her click-click-click out the door, shutting it behind her.
Steve just drops his head onto Tony’s stomach. He is going to be mortified forever, he just knows it. Tony reaches down, twirls a lock of Steve’s hair around his pointer finger.
“It’s all chill, at least she didn’t have to un-cuff me from the bed this time.” Steve can hear the smirk in Tony’s voice, and he honestly just doesn’t want to know. But yes, he supposes the fact that Pepper didn’t have to untie anyone was probably a very, very good thing.
Bit of a footnote: This is the Carrera GT, the car mentioned. I figure Tony has an ass load of really crazy fast European sports cars. That he's probably modified the hell out of. :]
This was inspired by two things: that I spent most of today at the track (I had some downtown + my laptop, guess what I did?) and a bit of Astonishing X-men that will always make me giggle: Link to Scans_daily, because my copy of this issue has gone missing :( .
Title: Racing
Pairings/Characters: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: Uh... NC-17? Very vague porn, and I seemingly can't write Tony without the mouth of a dock worker.
Fandom: More weird Movie!Verse + normal MU.
Warnings: Sex. Also, if you're afraid of Pepper in 4-inch-I-will-kick-your-ass-heels, turn back now.
Word Count: ~ 1,920
Disclaimer: The usual, no own, no profit, blah blah. Also, this is un-beta'd, so sorry in advance for typos if I missed any.
It’s still dark enough that when Jarvis starts giving temperatures and surf conditions there’s not even enough sun trickling through the windows to wake Steve up up. He is instead woken by Jarvis’s serene voice, and the fact that Tony is moaning and groaning about it being “six in the fucking morning” and how “you actually listened to me when I said to wake me up this early?”
Jarvis of course just says, “Of course sir. You told me to wake you up at exactly 6 AM, and promptly. And to not listen to your, and I quote, with all due respect, sir, ‘weak pleas for mercy’”.
Steve has no idea what’s going on (he hasn’t bothered to open his eyes yet), but he hears the creaking and hush-sush of a body moving over ridiculously high quality sheets, and then a thump (followed by a “Motherfucker! Why are the floors in this house so hard!?”) which can only mean one thing: Tony has (literally) rolled out of bed.
Steve opens one eye, then the other, and stretches his arms far over his head (with a satisfying pop from his spine) and yawns in tandem with the action. Moving slowly, he scoots himself to the other side of the bed and looks down, head peeking over the edge of the mattress. Tony is lying on the floor, spread eagle and tangled in half of the sheets and most of the quilt. Steve blinks down at him, he stares up at Steve.
“G’morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Steve smiles, offering a hand over the edge of the bed. Tony ruefully grabs it and Steve hauls him back in, all sheets and quilt and everything. Although Steve’s embarrassed to admit it, Tony looks really, really, especially good right now, wearing nothing (as far as Steve can tell, and based on activities that went on in the early hours of the morning), tangled in linens, hair all fussed and glowing in the soft light leaking through the windows. It would make a really gorgeous picture, and suddenly Steve wants to tell Tony to not move, stay there, so he can go find paper and pencils.
But Tony does move, slumps forward, into Steve’s lamp with a ‘harumph’.
“This is the earliest I have ever been up after sex.” Tony states bluntly, no emotion, the noise muffled into the sheets, where his head currently is. He turns a bit, cranes his neck, and sighs, speaking to Jarvis.
“Tell Happy I need the GT brought around to the front, and my track tires loaded into Pepper’s car. And tell Happy he can just stick the 6-point belts into my car now, I’ll drive like that. Also, don’t let me walk out of this house without helmet, boots and suit.” And just like that, Tony is awake and all business. Steve is still (if not more) confused.
“Is Pepper driving, sir?” Jarvis chirps back.
“Nope. Happy’s just borrowing her car for the day. He’s my tech crew.” Tony is sitting up, trying to tame his hair with both hands and winking at Steve, because he knows exactly what being naked (and the hair messing) is doing to Steve. Specific parts of Steve.
“Um, Tony?” Steve asks, “What exactly are you planning? And what do you need the armor for?”
Tony suddenly looks like it’s Christmas come early.
“Jarvis! Run the specs! Does the armor fit in the GT?” His eyes are sparkling, “With me in it, of course.”
“Sir, is it really wise to drive a car while wearing the armor?” Jarvis is droning, clearly unimpressed with more of Tony’s harebrained schemes. Steve is thinking that he’s now going to be confused forever. Or distracted, now that Tony’s gotten out of the tangle of the bed and is standing in front of Steve, all perfect and smooth skin and corded muscle and Steve just wants to do all sorts of unmentionable things to him.
“Well no. But has not making the right decision ever stopped me before?” Tony is rubbing his hands together. “And actually Steve, I was talking about my driving suit, not the flying metal pajamas of death.”
“You’re going driving?” Steve says incredulously, quirking an eyebrow up. Tony licks his lips devilishly, and Steve’s mind sort of starts to melt.
“Totally. Track Day today, which is why I am up at this ungodly hour.” He crawls back on to the bed, hands on either side of Steve’s hips and all Steve can think about his how much he wants Tony right now and –
“Sir, the suit will not fit. There is not enough headroom, as you had the seats adjusted to your height, without the extra 3 inches you receive from the armor.” Tony’s head whips around at Jarvis’s voice, and Steve could kill the AI right here and now for ruining the moment. He is not loosing this.
So he rather calmly grabs Tony by the back of the neck, pulls him in and proceeds to kiss him squarely on the lips, and when Tony starts laughing Steve just bites down on Tony’s bottom lip, and suddenly the laugh is a moan and Tony is all but sitting in Steve’s lap.
“Jesus, Ste-“ Is all Tony gets out when Steve breaks the kiss before he’s licking and nipping his way down to Tony’s stomach, and anything that Tony was hell bent on saying is turned into a whimper and a groan as Steve gets dangerously low on Tony’s torso. Tony leans back on his elbows, feet locked around Steve’s waist, giving him all the access he wants, eyes begging, and lips parted, breathing hard. He’s gorgeous like that, against the just sort of off-white sheets, laid out, flushed. Steve’s breath hitches, and he bends over Tony, scooting far enough down to kiss Tony’s left hip, down, to the inside of his thigh, and he can hear Tony somewhere over his head (whenever he moves a little further away, a little bit back and closer) “Nonononono go back, go back, oh my jesus fucking god, right there, Steve, holy shit-“. Steve smiles against the inside of Tony’s hip, remembers a conversation joking held about ‘sexual Tourettes’ a few months back (although he had been incredibly embarrassed at the time). Tony’s most certainly got something along those lines going on. Steve can feel the dull thump of blood moving just under Tony’s skin, he knows if he were to look at Tony’s face right now he’d see a mouth wide open, gasping, eyes shut, head thrown back. He noses against the artery that he knows is right there, running though Tony’s hip, down his leg, licks a long line mirroring it, digs his thumbs into Tony’s hips, and Tony is going nuts under Steve’s ministrations, twisting and arching and begging.
“Steve, oh my lord- fuck, fuck, do that againnnn.” And when Steve moves a little bit further away again Tony reaches down and grabs two fistfuls of Steve’s hair and shoves him right where he wants him to be. “Steve, I’m on a fucking schedule and I really- oh dear Mother Mary in Heaven - fuckfuckfuck!” And then it’s just Tony moaning and bordering on screaming (he’s always been loud in bed) and babbling out random strings of swear words and religious figures because he’s in Steve’s mouth and he can barely keep himself together and in one piece, let alone the connection between his mouth and his brain. Steve is amazing and warm and really needs to do that thing with his tongue again like that one time in- oh fuck yes, that thing.
Tony knows he’s not going to last much longer when Steve starts fucking humming and then he’s so gone, spilling over into Steve’s mouth and jerking up, his muscles contracting like all get-out, toes curling into fabric, the lights that Jarvis had turned on earlier suddenly flickering in and out of existence in quick succession. Steve can swear he hears the whole house power down for one second, the AC quieting and the omnipresent hum of electrical equipment buzzing out, before everything comes back online and the lights steady out. Tony’s on his back again, his chest heaving and his hands balled in the sheets on either side of his hips, and Steve comes up for air, licking at his lips and grinning at Tony in the most ridiculous way ever.
“I will never get used to that weird power surge thing.” Steve mumbles, gently moving a snag of Tony’s hair off of his forehead, behind his ear.
“Sorry.” Tony replies sheepishly (and out of breath), giving a little palms up, shrug gesture. “Worrying about controlling the Extremis is just not something I think about at times like these. Also, you’ve got a little-“ Tony motions to the corner of his mouth and Steve blushes, wiping an arm across his mouth.
“Umm, nope.” Tony’s got a massive grin on his face now, “Still there. Lemme help you.” And he reaches up, gently, cradling Steve’s head in his hands and kissing him, licking along his bottom lip, long and full, all scheduling conflicts forgotten about for the time being.
This is exactly the moment Pepper chooses to click-click-click in to the bedroom on her new 4-inch Jimmy Choo’s, her tablet PC carrying her attention.
“Honestly, Tony, if you can’t even keep appointments that you want to go to, then how are you ever going to-“ Pepper stops dead when she looks up from whatever on the screen had been holding her attention. Steve has to assume he’s blushing all the way to his hairline, while Tony is just simply raising an eyebrow at his assistant.
“Why Ms. Potts, do you ever knock?” He’s trying to look scandalized, but knows he just looks amused. Pepper knows she should be horrified, but when you’ve had to un-cuff your boss that many times from his headboard (or that one time from the showerhead) finding him in bed with his best friend is not that big of deal, especially since she’s known about them for ages.
“Tony. I’m sure this is a very touching moment, but do you want to get all the way to Palmdale on time or not? The car’s waiting.” She sets a hand on her hip, looking ferocious. Steve still hasn’t stopped blushing.
“Can’t I take a shower first?” Tony whines, sounding like a child.
“No.” Pepper enunciates very clearly, “Because I know where that will lead.” She looks in Steve’s direction. Tony just collapses back on the bed and sighs. If possible, Steve’s face gets even redder.
“You know Pepper, I think I may just take the day for myself.” He says happily, and reaches up, poking Steve in the nose and grinning up at him. Steve hears Pepper sigh rather dramatically in the background.
“Fine.” Pepper starts her click-click-click back out when she stops. “Steve, by the way…” She taps her cheek, “You’ve got a bit of something there.” And then finishes her click-click-click out the door, shutting it behind her.
Steve just drops his head onto Tony’s stomach. He is going to be mortified forever, he just knows it. Tony reaches down, twirls a lock of Steve’s hair around his pointer finger.
“It’s all chill, at least she didn’t have to un-cuff me from the bed this time.” Steve can hear the smirk in Tony’s voice, and he honestly just doesn’t want to know. But yes, he supposes the fact that Pepper didn’t have to untie anyone was probably a very, very good thing.
Bit of a footnote: This is the Carrera GT, the car mentioned. I figure Tony has an ass load of really crazy fast European sports cars. That he's probably modified the hell out of. :]
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And:
"Steve just drops his head onto Tony’s stomach. He is going to be mortified forever, he just knows it. Tony reaches down, twirls a lock of Steve’s hair around his pointer finger."
:D Poor steve.
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I think my favourite part of this was the Extremis causing the power in the house to spaz out, because I've wondered about that before. I can just imagine the New Avengers sitting in the living room when, suddenly, the electricity on their floor goes haywire for a few seconds. And then there's an awkward silence, because they all know why.
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you have the most awesome ideas^^
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Amazing. It's just amazing.
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2. "and then a thump (followed by a “Motherfucker! Why are the floors in this house so hard!?”) which can only mean one thing: Tony has (literally) rolled out of bed." had me lmao so bad. I do that on occasion and it's fun to see Tony do it.
3. "Steve is amazing and warm and really needs to do that thing with his tongue again like that one time in- oh fuck yes, that thing." was also seriously hysterical. You have a great balance in your story with the humour and serious.
4. "She sets a hand on her hip, looking ferocious," "“No.” Pepper enunciates very clearly, “Because I know where that will lead.”" and "“Steve, by the way…” She taps her cheek, “You’ve got a bit of something there.”" OMFG! Pepper's mannerisms and dialog and plain style are awesome. I adore your Pepper. And this is the first time I've seen Pepper in a non-Tony/Pepper fic and not felt guilty. That is all sorts of rock! ^_______^
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P.S. Typo "in Steve’s mouth and he can BARLEY keep himself together" I think you mean "barely", since as much as Tony has been a fan of barley byproducts in the past I'd hope he'd be thinking of other things in the heat of the moment.
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Sorry if I'm being rude.
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especially the rolling out of bed part and Extremis power-surge
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1) with all due respect
2) head peeking over the edge
3) Tony is lying on the floor. Unless he's laying eggs, in which case "laying" is correct.
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Perfect.
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I love your movie-verse!Tony voice (and your Pepper, omg!). And like everyone else, I really love the Extremis shorting the house's electricity out during sex.
I think my favorite bit, though, is Tony's sudden flash of inspired glee at the idea of driving his European sports car while wearing the armor (I think "flying metal pajamas of death" was the icing on the cake, there).
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But as much as I adore the porn, I think my favorite line may be "the flying metal pajamas of death". *chortles* So perfect.
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That was the best imagery in this fic.
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