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Fic: Bits and Pieces II
After the really short ficlet, here's something longer...
TITLE: Bits and Pieces II
Iron Man (movie)
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: R for naughty moments
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s Note):
English is not my first language; it’s German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize The spell-checker said everything's okay, but you know how trustworthy those thingies are....
FEEDBACK: Loved
“Why do you still have your own place?”
The question seemed to echo in the spacious loft. There was hardly any furniture to swallow the sound and the wooden floor didn’t help either. All in all the loft looked very rustic and it had its charm. The hardwood floors with the two places that creaked when you stepped on them wrong; the brick walls with the warm reddish hue; the iron poles bolted to the floor and the ceiling where Steve hung up his jacket, parts of his bike, or the bike; the high ceiling with its open steel framework; and the high windows that were almost semi-smeared
Tony liked the place, despite the coolness. It was in the middle of New York City without having the crowded feel of so many apartments. It was sound-isolated and highly secure. Nick Fury had taken care of that. Even if he hadn’t, Tony would have had someone install a state-of-the-art security system.
Steve had hung up a few pictures, there was a fluffy rug where the couch area sprawled over an expanse of floor, and the huge plasma screen dominated one wall.
Still… it was empty.
Steve had been searching through the open-kitchen fridge and now looked up, a slightly startled look on his face. He was holding a plastic bottle of fruit juice in his hands.
“What?” he asked.
“You have your own place,” Tony repeated. “But you’re barely home. You’re either out fighting crime, sitting through Fury’s meetings, or we’re at my place.”
Tony pointedly raised dark eyebrows. Steve shrugged and closed the fridge. Tony waited, watching his friend, partner and lover.
“My place is big enough,” he finally prompted.
Steve shrugged again, strangely silent.
“Steve?” he queried.
“It might not work out.”
“What?”
“Us. Both of us in the same place, twenty-four seven.”
Tony frowned. “It’s not like I’ve a one-bedroom place,” he pointed out. “It’s not exactly crowded.”
That was slightly understated. Tony’s place was big enough that the whole Avengers team could get lost in it, separately, and probably had in Peter’s case since Parker claimed it already.
“I know,” Steve only replied.
Silence again. Rogers was fiddling with the bottle.
“I like this place, Tony,” Steve finally said, still not really looking at him. “And… I know your place is big, but we’re together almost every day, every hour, fighting, on missions, relaxing afterwards… it might get crowded anyway.”
Tony frowned, the shook his head with a smile. “I doubt we could really crowd each other, Steve. You can retreat wherever you want to, and so can I. I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, but I thought you might enjoy not having to commute every day.”
“It’s not every day!” Rogers protested. “And I enjoy sleeping over,” he added softly. “I like waking up to you.”
Tony felt something warm curl in his stomach and he stepped up to the kitchen island that separated the open kitchen from the massive living area beyond.
“So do I,” he said seriously. “I like being with you, having you around, even if it’s just for a good morning kiss or a hello at night. We both have our lives outside the Avengers, but that’s a part I want to share with you, too.”
He was still the CEO of a very successful and internationally known company. He spent days wrapped up in Stark Industries matters. He would fly around the world, have a week here, a few days there, and then he would be back in New York or LA for weeks on end. There was nothing regular to his life-style and never had been.
But Steve wasn’t ‘regular’ either.
For all their turbulent lives and different obligations, they fit. And Tony wanted to have more of his lover than post-mission nights or the odd weekend.
“Steve?” he prompted.
“I could move some stuff,” Steve said. “I mean, my clothes and things. And some books.” He hesitated. “But Nick’s paying for the place, so… I mean, I can keep it. No money lost.”
Tony chuckled. “So you just don’t want Nick to know you’re moving in with me?”
“No!” Steve blurted. “I mean, he knows. They know about us. It’s no secret. At least for the team and Nick and some others. And I wouldn’t hide that from him. It’s just that you don’t have to worry about this coming out of my own pocket, and you don’t have to pay for it either.”
Tony walked around the kitchen island and pushed Steve against the huge fridge, lips colliding, kissing him hard just to stop him from babbling more. Steve was only momentarily stunned, then he answered the kiss, though he prompted it to turn into something softer, more loving than dominating.
“I get the point,” Tony murmured when they parted. “And I’m not worried about you going bankrupt over paying the rent. It’s Fury’s problem. This isn’t about the secrecy part either. It’s about convenience. You’re halfway across town.”
“You have a car.”
“And a bike, and a chauffeur, and a flying armor. That’s not the point!” Tony blew out a breath. “I just… like having you around.”
Steve regarded him quizzically. “I’m always there, Tony.”
“Until you’re not. I know that we need our space. I have my workshop and you have…” He waved a hand. “The training rooms and the whole damn Central Park and wherever else you go off to to blow off some steam. You don’t have to come here. You don’t have to spend the night here.”
Steve reached out and curled a hand around Tony’s neck, gently trailing his fingers along the warm skin and into the short, dark hair.
“No, I don’t,” he finally conceded. “But it’s nice to know there is such a place.”
“So you want to keep it.”
“So I want to keep it. But I want to move my clothes. I think your wardrobe could house a small army, so there’s place for me.”
“You are a small army, Cap,” Tony teased, enjoying the tender ministrations.
“But I have a lot less clothes.”
“I like you with less clothes,” Tony purred seductively.
Steve gave a snort of amusement. “You would. And you always get side-tracked into that one thing by the most innocent of remarks.”
“Can I help it that you are so immensely sexy?” Tony slipped his arms around the broader man’s waist, turning his head to kiss Steve’s wrist of the hand cupping his neck. “Because you are,” he continued throatily. “Very. And desirable.”
“Now I know why you want me there,” Steve replied, voice just as husky.
“Only figure that out now?”
“You’re distracting.”
“Which is good.”
“Depends on the situation.”
“Like now?”
Tony nuzzled a patch of warm skin.
“Now’s good,” Steve breathed.
“Farewell sex in your bed?”
“We could always call this our little hideaway.”
Tony laughed against Steve’s shoulder, tightening his hold. “Our love shack?”
Steve echoed the laughter. “Love loft?”
Tony caught his lips and thoroughly explored his mouth. “Forget the names,” he insisted when they came up for air. “Bedroom. Now.”
Steve could only agree.
Clothes were shed as they stumbled into the bedroom, but instead of ending the spur of arousal and need in a frenzy of movement, Tony slowed down, calming their encounter. Steve ran his hands up the naked back of the slender man above him, let him set the pace. He could do fast and furious and hard and hungry, but he enjoyed soft and slow and teasing, too. This would be one of the slower paces, and he drew his blunt nails over Tony’s sides, making the other man groan into his mouth. Steve bit into one shoulder, Tony sliding hard against him with a strangled gasp, and he chuckled.
Teasing, too. He loved to tease.
Tony’s eyes had gone darker and he licked over his lips, making Steve shiver.
“Move in with me?” Stark wanted to know, grinding against him.
“Keeping this,” he answered, surging up, wanting more.
“Whatever. Just… please?”
“Please?” Steve flicked a thumb over one hard nipple.
“Gawd, you’re worse than me…”
“Nobody’s worse than you.”
“Flattery won’t get me to drop it,” was the slightly uneven reply.
Steve flipped them smoothly around, using his greater mass and agility to pin the other man beneath him. Tony gazed up at him, the picture of sex and need and want, but there was an intense light in his eyes.
“I won’t crowd your clothes,” he murmured into an ear, biting the lobe gently.
“And here I was ready to extend the wardrobe.”
“Don’t.”
“Too bad.”
Steve started to move against his lover once more, the friction wanted and needed. Tony closed his eyes, head thrown back, and he was breathing harder now. Steve couldn’t but lick along the exposed column of flesh, rhythm staggering a bit as Tony surged up. Release was surprisingly fast and Steve buried his face against the hot neck, exhaling sharply as Tony rode out the last moments, twitching against him.
“Sticky,” came the muffled complaint.
Steve grinned. “Deal with it.”
Tony groaned.
“Sex comes with icky body fluids, Mr. Stark,” Steve added while caressing his lover’s side in a comforting manner.
“Been reading the biology class book again?”
“Don’t need one. Got you.”
It got him a chuckle. “So when are you moving?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You’re persistent.”
“One of my best traits.”
“Not according to pepper. She calls you a nuisance.”
“I’m not sleeping with her.”
Steve blinked, then looked into the laughing eyes.
“She gets to call me all kinds of things,” Tony clarified. “Boss-assistant kind of thing.”
“I’d call it a Pepper Potts things.”
“Huh. Tomorrow?”
One thing about Tony Stark, you had to be on your toes. The conversation was running on two tracks at the moment and Steve wasn’t sure he would be able to keep up in his post-sex state.
“I’ll call the movers, too,” Tony added mischievously.
He sighed. “I can bring over my clothes just fine. Tomorrow,” he added.
“Cool.”
Tony grabbed a corner of the cover and wiped at the mess on his belly, then tried to clean up Steve as much as possible. They lay together after that, both relaxed, Tony running his fingers along Steve’s ribs. He didn’t try to arouse, was simply playful. Steve’s fingers were in the dark hair, letting the black strands slide through his fingers. The thought of officially moving in with Tony was scary and warming in one. All his friends knew about their relationship, so it was just a natural step, but still… it was a step. It was a little change that could lead to much bigger ones.
Steve felt good with Tony. He wanted to be with him. Really living with him wasn’t so much different than from what they had had the whole time, just… more official. He already had clothes in his wardrobe, laundry in the hamper and personal belongings scattering throughout the New York apartment.
“Thinking,” Tony complained in a sleepy voice, drifting off at his side.
“I usually do.”
“Loudly.”
“Never as loudly as you.”
It got him a soft chuckle. “No big brain jokes.”
“I like your brain.”
“Ew.”
Steve played with the dark hair, listening to Tony nod off.
Moving in for real wouldn’t be bad because he was already there. He hadn’t lied when he had said that he loved his loft, but Tony’s place had… well, Tony. Big plus. Very big plus.
Smiling to himself, Steve let himself drift off.
TITLE: Bits and Pieces II
Iron Man (movie)
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: R for naughty moments
DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me, sadly. They are owned by people with a lot more money
Author’s Voice of Warning (aka Author’s Note):
English is not my first language; it’s German. This is the best I can do. Any mistakes you find in here, collect them and you might win a prize
FEEDBACK: Loved
“Why do you still have your own place?”
The question seemed to echo in the spacious loft. There was hardly any furniture to swallow the sound and the wooden floor didn’t help either. All in all the loft looked very rustic and it had its charm. The hardwood floors with the two places that creaked when you stepped on them wrong; the brick walls with the warm reddish hue; the iron poles bolted to the floor and the ceiling where Steve hung up his jacket, parts of his bike, or the bike; the high ceiling with its open steel framework; and the high windows that were almost semi-smeared
Tony liked the place, despite the coolness. It was in the middle of New York City without having the crowded feel of so many apartments. It was sound-isolated and highly secure. Nick Fury had taken care of that. Even if he hadn’t, Tony would have had someone install a state-of-the-art security system.
Steve had hung up a few pictures, there was a fluffy rug where the couch area sprawled over an expanse of floor, and the huge plasma screen dominated one wall.
Still… it was empty.
Steve had been searching through the open-kitchen fridge and now looked up, a slightly startled look on his face. He was holding a plastic bottle of fruit juice in his hands.
“What?” he asked.
“You have your own place,” Tony repeated. “But you’re barely home. You’re either out fighting crime, sitting through Fury’s meetings, or we’re at my place.”
Tony pointedly raised dark eyebrows. Steve shrugged and closed the fridge. Tony waited, watching his friend, partner and lover.
“My place is big enough,” he finally prompted.
Steve shrugged again, strangely silent.
“Steve?” he queried.
“It might not work out.”
“What?”
“Us. Both of us in the same place, twenty-four seven.”
Tony frowned. “It’s not like I’ve a one-bedroom place,” he pointed out. “It’s not exactly crowded.”
That was slightly understated. Tony’s place was big enough that the whole Avengers team could get lost in it, separately, and probably had in Peter’s case since Parker claimed it already.
“I know,” Steve only replied.
Silence again. Rogers was fiddling with the bottle.
“I like this place, Tony,” Steve finally said, still not really looking at him. “And… I know your place is big, but we’re together almost every day, every hour, fighting, on missions, relaxing afterwards… it might get crowded anyway.”
Tony frowned, the shook his head with a smile. “I doubt we could really crowd each other, Steve. You can retreat wherever you want to, and so can I. I know I’m not the easiest person to live with, but I thought you might enjoy not having to commute every day.”
“It’s not every day!” Rogers protested. “And I enjoy sleeping over,” he added softly. “I like waking up to you.”
Tony felt something warm curl in his stomach and he stepped up to the kitchen island that separated the open kitchen from the massive living area beyond.
“So do I,” he said seriously. “I like being with you, having you around, even if it’s just for a good morning kiss or a hello at night. We both have our lives outside the Avengers, but that’s a part I want to share with you, too.”
He was still the CEO of a very successful and internationally known company. He spent days wrapped up in Stark Industries matters. He would fly around the world, have a week here, a few days there, and then he would be back in New York or LA for weeks on end. There was nothing regular to his life-style and never had been.
But Steve wasn’t ‘regular’ either.
For all their turbulent lives and different obligations, they fit. And Tony wanted to have more of his lover than post-mission nights or the odd weekend.
“Steve?” he prompted.
“I could move some stuff,” Steve said. “I mean, my clothes and things. And some books.” He hesitated. “But Nick’s paying for the place, so… I mean, I can keep it. No money lost.”
Tony chuckled. “So you just don’t want Nick to know you’re moving in with me?”
“No!” Steve blurted. “I mean, he knows. They know about us. It’s no secret. At least for the team and Nick and some others. And I wouldn’t hide that from him. It’s just that you don’t have to worry about this coming out of my own pocket, and you don’t have to pay for it either.”
Tony walked around the kitchen island and pushed Steve against the huge fridge, lips colliding, kissing him hard just to stop him from babbling more. Steve was only momentarily stunned, then he answered the kiss, though he prompted it to turn into something softer, more loving than dominating.
“I get the point,” Tony murmured when they parted. “And I’m not worried about you going bankrupt over paying the rent. It’s Fury’s problem. This isn’t about the secrecy part either. It’s about convenience. You’re halfway across town.”
“You have a car.”
“And a bike, and a chauffeur, and a flying armor. That’s not the point!” Tony blew out a breath. “I just… like having you around.”
Steve regarded him quizzically. “I’m always there, Tony.”
“Until you’re not. I know that we need our space. I have my workshop and you have…” He waved a hand. “The training rooms and the whole damn Central Park and wherever else you go off to to blow off some steam. You don’t have to come here. You don’t have to spend the night here.”
Steve reached out and curled a hand around Tony’s neck, gently trailing his fingers along the warm skin and into the short, dark hair.
“No, I don’t,” he finally conceded. “But it’s nice to know there is such a place.”
“So you want to keep it.”
“So I want to keep it. But I want to move my clothes. I think your wardrobe could house a small army, so there’s place for me.”
“You are a small army, Cap,” Tony teased, enjoying the tender ministrations.
“But I have a lot less clothes.”
“I like you with less clothes,” Tony purred seductively.
Steve gave a snort of amusement. “You would. And you always get side-tracked into that one thing by the most innocent of remarks.”
“Can I help it that you are so immensely sexy?” Tony slipped his arms around the broader man’s waist, turning his head to kiss Steve’s wrist of the hand cupping his neck. “Because you are,” he continued throatily. “Very. And desirable.”
“Now I know why you want me there,” Steve replied, voice just as husky.
“Only figure that out now?”
“You’re distracting.”
“Which is good.”
“Depends on the situation.”
“Like now?”
Tony nuzzled a patch of warm skin.
“Now’s good,” Steve breathed.
“Farewell sex in your bed?”
“We could always call this our little hideaway.”
Tony laughed against Steve’s shoulder, tightening his hold. “Our love shack?”
Steve echoed the laughter. “Love loft?”
Tony caught his lips and thoroughly explored his mouth. “Forget the names,” he insisted when they came up for air. “Bedroom. Now.”
Steve could only agree.
Clothes were shed as they stumbled into the bedroom, but instead of ending the spur of arousal and need in a frenzy of movement, Tony slowed down, calming their encounter. Steve ran his hands up the naked back of the slender man above him, let him set the pace. He could do fast and furious and hard and hungry, but he enjoyed soft and slow and teasing, too. This would be one of the slower paces, and he drew his blunt nails over Tony’s sides, making the other man groan into his mouth. Steve bit into one shoulder, Tony sliding hard against him with a strangled gasp, and he chuckled.
Teasing, too. He loved to tease.
Tony’s eyes had gone darker and he licked over his lips, making Steve shiver.
“Move in with me?” Stark wanted to know, grinding against him.
“Keeping this,” he answered, surging up, wanting more.
“Whatever. Just… please?”
“Please?” Steve flicked a thumb over one hard nipple.
“Gawd, you’re worse than me…”
“Nobody’s worse than you.”
“Flattery won’t get me to drop it,” was the slightly uneven reply.
Steve flipped them smoothly around, using his greater mass and agility to pin the other man beneath him. Tony gazed up at him, the picture of sex and need and want, but there was an intense light in his eyes.
“I won’t crowd your clothes,” he murmured into an ear, biting the lobe gently.
“And here I was ready to extend the wardrobe.”
“Don’t.”
“Too bad.”
Steve started to move against his lover once more, the friction wanted and needed. Tony closed his eyes, head thrown back, and he was breathing harder now. Steve couldn’t but lick along the exposed column of flesh, rhythm staggering a bit as Tony surged up. Release was surprisingly fast and Steve buried his face against the hot neck, exhaling sharply as Tony rode out the last moments, twitching against him.
“Sticky,” came the muffled complaint.
Steve grinned. “Deal with it.”
Tony groaned.
“Sex comes with icky body fluids, Mr. Stark,” Steve added while caressing his lover’s side in a comforting manner.
“Been reading the biology class book again?”
“Don’t need one. Got you.”
It got him a chuckle. “So when are you moving?”
Steve rolled his eyes. “You’re persistent.”
“One of my best traits.”
“Not according to pepper. She calls you a nuisance.”
“I’m not sleeping with her.”
Steve blinked, then looked into the laughing eyes.
“She gets to call me all kinds of things,” Tony clarified. “Boss-assistant kind of thing.”
“I’d call it a Pepper Potts things.”
“Huh. Tomorrow?”
One thing about Tony Stark, you had to be on your toes. The conversation was running on two tracks at the moment and Steve wasn’t sure he would be able to keep up in his post-sex state.
“I’ll call the movers, too,” Tony added mischievously.
He sighed. “I can bring over my clothes just fine. Tomorrow,” he added.
“Cool.”
Tony grabbed a corner of the cover and wiped at the mess on his belly, then tried to clean up Steve as much as possible. They lay together after that, both relaxed, Tony running his fingers along Steve’s ribs. He didn’t try to arouse, was simply playful. Steve’s fingers were in the dark hair, letting the black strands slide through his fingers. The thought of officially moving in with Tony was scary and warming in one. All his friends knew about their relationship, so it was just a natural step, but still… it was a step. It was a little change that could lead to much bigger ones.
Steve felt good with Tony. He wanted to be with him. Really living with him wasn’t so much different than from what they had had the whole time, just… more official. He already had clothes in his wardrobe, laundry in the hamper and personal belongings scattering throughout the New York apartment.
“Thinking,” Tony complained in a sleepy voice, drifting off at his side.
“I usually do.”
“Loudly.”
“Never as loudly as you.”
It got him a soft chuckle. “No big brain jokes.”
“I like your brain.”
“Ew.”
Steve played with the dark hair, listening to Tony nod off.
Moving in for real wouldn’t be bad because he was already there. He hadn’t lied when he had said that he loved his loft, but Tony’s place had… well, Tony. Big plus. Very big plus.
Smiling to himself, Steve let himself drift off.
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(Also, yay for porny bits! *g*)