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Alphabet Challenge: L is for Lady
Title: L is for Lady
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sucuri
Disclaimer: I don’t own them.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: R-ish, for sex-type things and a really hot car.
Summary: So this one time, Steve and Tony make a bet.
Warnings: Established relationship
Notes: For the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
cap_ironman Alphabet Challenge, I chose the letter L, and I decided to go for loser. Or luck. Or, hah, lady. Yeah, it’s lady. You’ll get why. Also: it’s my first time trying my hand at these guys, so I'd love to hear anything. At all. No, seriously.
Tony ducked Steve's fist, curving his back forward. He brought his forearms up to block when Steve's knee came up to catch him in the midsection, but Tony didn't take into account how much lift Steve's knee would give him. He braced his forearms on Steve's thigh, and twisted one arm around to grip Steve's knee.
Steve let out a startled grunt and brought down his knee, swinging around an elbow to distract Tony. Tony didn't go for it, and quickly spread his legs further, planted his feet, and used his leverage to lift Steve's leg back up.
As soon as it was far enough up, Tony maneuvered enough to sweep a leg under Steve's one remaining balanced leg, hooked it with his ankle, and tugged hard.
Steve went down, and Tony was smirking before he realized that the elbow Steve had tried to clock him with was now an entire arm, wrapped around his neck. Tony fell on top of Steve, pushing the air out of him in a steady whoosh.
Tony tried not to feel too gratified, and he quickly gripped Steve's wrists and held the at his sides. "Give up?" Tony asked, and realized that he may have been premature when the world spun around him and suddenly he was staring up at his sparring partner.
"No way," Steve said, and Tony smirked at the breathy quality in his voice. "I can't afford to lose this one."
"Don't think of it as you losing, Steve," Tony advised, grinning, unconcerned at being pinned to the mats. "Think of it as your teammate winning."
"Your winning involves me in red underwear indulging your vehicular...predilections," Steve said, and Tony might have been more affected by his earnest and concerned expression if Steve's tone hadn't sounded so amused.
"Swim trunks, and you'd be washing my Veyron. And sure, they'd be low on your hips, and snug to show off all your," Tony braced his leg and twisted his body, succeeding in flipping Steve onto his back again, "assets, but then, what swim wear these days isn't even a little provocative?"
Tony was sure that the innocent expression he was beaming down at Steve would be more effective if the man would stop rolling his eyes, so he could see it. "Erotic car washing, Tony. It just seems a little," Steve trailed off as Tony wriggled himself to settle between Steve's legs, and then fully utilize his position. Tony tried not to grin as he felt Steve’s appreciation of their position.
"It's sensible to be in swimwear when getting wet. If it helps, I'll be wearing swim trunks, too. But I reserve the right to help you only when you move to wash the inside of my car, after you've washed the outside," Tony said, and grinned when Steve's hands gripped his waist.
"Oh, really?" Steve grunted as he lifted Tony up a bit, and Tony braced himself to flip over once again. When Steve only pulled him back down, creating friction, it was then that Tony realized he won and Steve was just arguing for appearances' sake.
Tony's grin turned sharp. "Yeah, because it's like this: you'd be wet, and you'd never come out of it alive if you got in her," Steve snorted at the use of the pronoun to describe his car, but Tony ignored it, "with wet swim trunks. So you'd have to take them off. And if I happened to climb into the car after you," Tony said, and couldn't contain his gasp when Steve's hands slid to cup his ass, pulling him into space that didn't exist between them.
"Just out of your charitable heart, with no ulterior motive, I'm sure," Steve continued for Tony, who nodded wordlessly as Steve's hands continued to move, shifting Tony until he straddled one of Steve's thighs.
"You'd be naked, Steve. You might get cold, so I'd have to bring a towel," Tony pointed out reasonably, until he added, "and if that towel were used to clean up - or prevent - a mess we'd make, well. That's just good luck." With one hand braced on Steve's hip, Tony slipped the other down Steve's sweatpants, stopping just before he reached Steve's cock. "Do we have a deal?" Tony asked, because he needed verbal agreement, coerced or not.
"Good Lord, fine, just get on with it, please?" Steve asked, trying to glare even as a little laugh escaped him. Tony grinned, and got on with it. Tony couldn’t wait to see Steve’s face when he saw the white stars that were stitched onto the back pockets of the swim trunks Tony had bought especially for the occasion.
Author:
sucuriDisclaimer: I don’t own them.
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Rating: R-ish, for sex-type things and a really hot car.
Summary: So this one time, Steve and Tony make a bet.
Warnings: Established relationship
Notes: For the
cap_ironman Alphabet Challenge, I chose the letter L, and I decided to go for loser. Or luck. Or, hah, lady. Yeah, it’s lady. You’ll get why. Also: it’s my first time trying my hand at these guys, so I'd love to hear anything. At all. No, seriously.Tony ducked Steve's fist, curving his back forward. He brought his forearms up to block when Steve's knee came up to catch him in the midsection, but Tony didn't take into account how much lift Steve's knee would give him. He braced his forearms on Steve's thigh, and twisted one arm around to grip Steve's knee.
Steve let out a startled grunt and brought down his knee, swinging around an elbow to distract Tony. Tony didn't go for it, and quickly spread his legs further, planted his feet, and used his leverage to lift Steve's leg back up.
As soon as it was far enough up, Tony maneuvered enough to sweep a leg under Steve's one remaining balanced leg, hooked it with his ankle, and tugged hard.
Steve went down, and Tony was smirking before he realized that the elbow Steve had tried to clock him with was now an entire arm, wrapped around his neck. Tony fell on top of Steve, pushing the air out of him in a steady whoosh.
Tony tried not to feel too gratified, and he quickly gripped Steve's wrists and held the at his sides. "Give up?" Tony asked, and realized that he may have been premature when the world spun around him and suddenly he was staring up at his sparring partner.
"No way," Steve said, and Tony smirked at the breathy quality in his voice. "I can't afford to lose this one."
"Don't think of it as you losing, Steve," Tony advised, grinning, unconcerned at being pinned to the mats. "Think of it as your teammate winning."
"Your winning involves me in red underwear indulging your vehicular...predilections," Steve said, and Tony might have been more affected by his earnest and concerned expression if Steve's tone hadn't sounded so amused.
"Swim trunks, and you'd be washing my Veyron. And sure, they'd be low on your hips, and snug to show off all your," Tony braced his leg and twisted his body, succeeding in flipping Steve onto his back again, "assets, but then, what swim wear these days isn't even a little provocative?"
Tony was sure that the innocent expression he was beaming down at Steve would be more effective if the man would stop rolling his eyes, so he could see it. "Erotic car washing, Tony. It just seems a little," Steve trailed off as Tony wriggled himself to settle between Steve's legs, and then fully utilize his position. Tony tried not to grin as he felt Steve’s appreciation of their position.
"It's sensible to be in swimwear when getting wet. If it helps, I'll be wearing swim trunks, too. But I reserve the right to help you only when you move to wash the inside of my car, after you've washed the outside," Tony said, and grinned when Steve's hands gripped his waist.
"Oh, really?" Steve grunted as he lifted Tony up a bit, and Tony braced himself to flip over once again. When Steve only pulled him back down, creating friction, it was then that Tony realized he won and Steve was just arguing for appearances' sake.
Tony's grin turned sharp. "Yeah, because it's like this: you'd be wet, and you'd never come out of it alive if you got in her," Steve snorted at the use of the pronoun to describe his car, but Tony ignored it, "with wet swim trunks. So you'd have to take them off. And if I happened to climb into the car after you," Tony said, and couldn't contain his gasp when Steve's hands slid to cup his ass, pulling him into space that didn't exist between them.
"Just out of your charitable heart, with no ulterior motive, I'm sure," Steve continued for Tony, who nodded wordlessly as Steve's hands continued to move, shifting Tony until he straddled one of Steve's thighs.
"You'd be naked, Steve. You might get cold, so I'd have to bring a towel," Tony pointed out reasonably, until he added, "and if that towel were used to clean up - or prevent - a mess we'd make, well. That's just good luck." With one hand braced on Steve's hip, Tony slipped the other down Steve's sweatpants, stopping just before he reached Steve's cock. "Do we have a deal?" Tony asked, because he needed verbal agreement, coerced or not.
"Good Lord, fine, just get on with it, please?" Steve asked, trying to glare even as a little laugh escaped him. Tony grinned, and got on with it. Tony couldn’t wait to see Steve’s face when he saw the white stars that were stitched onto the back pockets of the swim trunks Tony had bought especially for the occasion.