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Fic: Worth It
TITLE: Worth It
Iron Man (movie mixed with comic-verse elements)
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: mild, mild R for nekkidness
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
Steve settled on the couch where it curved into the room, still watching. He liked watching. Watching Tony work was… fascinating.
Steve Rogers walked into the immense, massively large, wide-spread and endless living room of Tony Stark’s mansion. The sun was filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window panes, casting a soft light onto the pristine floor. Music was playing gently in the background. Not as loud and hard as downstairs in the workshop when Tony was immersing himself in his projects, but it wasn’t soft music either. It was just tuned down to a bearable level.
Sitting on the hideously expensive couch that would be the nightmare of every housewife with kids – it was cream colored – Tony Stark was playing with what looked like a new high-tech toy. No larger than a laptop, rather flat too, he was poking at its innards, scowling a little more than usual when testing a new toy. Next to the device was a small stack of papers and two slim cases containing CDs.
Since Tony wasn’t reacting to his presence – it would have been surprising if he did – he first made a detour to the kitchen, grabbed two mugs of coffee, and walked back. By now Tony had activated a kind of projection, using the polished couch table as a projection surface. There was hardly a surface in the house that hadn’t been upgraded to be used for something entirely different by Tony. He could work anywhere, anytime, he had once told Steve. Even without the Extremis and ignoring Jarvis, Stark had access to almost everything in every room of the house.
Watching Tony tweak whatever it was he was working on, Steve placed the mug far enough away from the device that a spill wouldn’t touch it, but close enough for Tony to reach. Blue eyes briefly flickered over to the mug, there was a grunt of acknowledgement, then Tony continued his work.
Steve settled on the couch where it curved into the room, still watching. He liked watching. Watching Tony work was… fascinating. The man’s expressions were worth it, as was just looking at the intense, singular concentration he rarely applied to anything but his toys. Steve had almost come the first time Tony had approached sex like that. He had been giving Steve those looks as he had kissed and nipped his way down Rogers’ chest and Steve had never felt so open, so transparent, so… interesting. Tony gave him his full attention; even the Extremis took second place – and Extremis was always running.
Steve had learned to look for the Extremis. There was a slightly deeper frown of concentration, sometimes Tony looked more absent than usual, but it was nothing a casual observer would ever notice. Steve did. He wasn’t casual in his observations. He knew this man and he had learned a lot about him in the recent two years. Extremis was an incredible addition, but it also took a lot out of Tony. He was always connecting to satellites, stock market exchanges, cell phones, internet and the like. He tended to get lost in them if he immersed himself too deeply into the subject matter, but he also handled several tasks at once while holding a stock holders’ meeting, which was astounding enough. Steve took care to jar him out of whatever zone he slipped into when things got out of hand – and Rogers was close by.
“There!”
Steve started a little. He had been lost in his musings – and watching Tony’s hands and facial expressions.
“What is it?” Steve asked.
Tony blinked at him, as if seeing him for the first time. Well, Steve wouldn’t put it past Tony that he hadn’t really registered his being there before. He would be aware of a presence, might be logged into Jarvis’ video feed of the house, but since Steve wasn’t raising alarms he hadn’t been seen as a threat.
Now Tony grinned like a little kid. His eyes were filled excitement, just like his voice.
“It’s an integrated holographic mobile projection unit to display complex patterns in just about any environment, incorporating hardlight components, which sadly keep failing on me over and over again. It should be able to adjust to movement, even body temperature when used to project on a body, and in the final version be able to be used as a holographic camouflage with an independent power source that mimics just about anything or anyone, in any given circumstances.”
“Come hell or high water?” Steve joked, actually understanding most of what Tony was saying.
“Well, we’re still miles away from practical applications and the water part is proving tricky. Rain drops keep distorting the field. It’s like someone’s poking at a rubbery surface. The image dents. Extreme heat is another matter. So far controlled environments are fine. Accelerated movement is a no-go.”
Hence all the frustration, Steve concluded. This was the prototype, probably version 1.0, and Tony was already hip-deep in what version 10.1. had to be able to do. Typical for him.
“Hardlight?” Steve finally asked.
“Holograms you can touch,” was the reply. Tony was grinning even more. “Cool.”
Steve nodded. “Very.”
“Energy requirements blow that bit a little off the chart, though.”
“By how much?”
It got Steve a frown. “Like several thousand points off the chart. No idea what’s sapping so much power, but well…”
“Version 1.0?” Steve teased.
“I’ll have you know that you’re looking at 1.1, Captain Rogers,” Tony replied archly. “1.0. was trashed by yours truly in the lab this morning.”
Steve chuckled. “Okay. 1.1. Still cool.”
Tony let his fingers play over the keyboard of the laptop thingy. It looked easy, like he had been born using nothing but laptops. Steve watched those long, agile fingers, remembering what it was like to be played by them. Tony was a very sensual man and fast sex bent over the work bench was only there to quench a thirst. The real encounters were quite… intense. Like the man himself. Steve loved that about him. He loved a lot about Tony Stark.
Tony emptied his coffee and Steve reached over to take the cup, but his hand was slapped away.
“You’re not my servant,” Tony scowled.
“I like bringing you coffee,” Steve told him. “Keeps you happy.”
“You bringing me coffee keeps me happy?”
“You caffeinated keeps you happy.”
Tony blinked at him, then entered another string of data. The holographic projection of whatever it had been winked out of existence.
“Already done?”
“For now.”
Tony was using the Extremis, Steve noted. Forwarding mails, writing reports, talking to R&D, or something else. He waited until Tony’s eyes relaxed a little, then got up. Tony’s gaze followed him.
“Pool,” Steve told him.
It got him raised brows.
“Laps,” Steve elaborated, without really saying much.
“I could think of better things to do in a pool than laps,” Tony muttered, a sly smirk on his lips.
Rogers chuckled. “You would.”
“Some of them involve you.”
“Only some?” Steve teased.
Tony grinned. “Want me to show you?”
“Got your swim trunks?”
“Who needs swim trunks?”
“Indecent exposure, Tony.”
“Private property, Steve,” Tony replied easily.
The mansion was perfectly well protected against any kind of paparazzi, be it on land or from the air, and no one could swim here.
“Pepper could walk in on you.”
Tony waved that one off. “She’s seen me often enough, and in worse situations.”
Steve didn’t really want to think about those situations. He just watched Tony pack up his holographic device, put it into a safe place, then walked out the door to the ocean-sized pool. It was a very nice day, warm and sunny, but with a steady breeze, clouds dotting the sky, and just the fresh ocean air. He liked the Malibu home, even though New York had its advantages, too. Here, they were mostly alone. The Avengers were based in New York, and it was Peter’s hometown. The last time they had forcefully dragged Peter off to California he had moaned the loss of ‘his’ streets. MJ had simply enjoyed the beach life and rubbed shoulders with some of the important film people on the party she had been able to attend thanks to Tony.
Tony’s party life wasn’t really Steve’s forte. He would politely talk to people, but he was soon tired of the constant politics, the false smiles, the clinking of glasses, the attempts to bed him, to suck up to him, to befriend him, and he usually left after a while. Tony was in his element, though. It was his world.
Steve stripped off his clothes and stretched. The Stars and Stripes swim trunks got a tolerant smile out of Tony.
“Cap,” he teased.
“Oh shut up. They were a gift.”
“From whom? Fury?” the other man laughed.
“Actually…”
“No way would Nick Fury give you a pair of swim trunks, Steve.”
“I was going to say they’re from MJ…”
“I like her sense of humor.”
Steve just gave him a shove and Tony, still half dressed, sailed off into the pool. He came up sputtering, hair matted to his head, treading water.
“Revenge is mine, Rogers!” he proclaimed.
“Give it your best, Stark.”
* * *
Pepper had handled most of Tony’s email for the day. Despite his advantage, called Extremis, Tony kept forwarding mails he didn’t want to deal with to him. That’s what personal assistants were for. She had dutifully taken care of the more or less annoying mails, then called people she had had on her list to check on one thing or the other, had cancelled or confirmed appointments, and in the end she had piled it all back on her boss’ virtual desk. Tony would delete most of it, she knew. Still, it felt good to have an empty inbox and a clean email account – for all the five seconds that would last.
Walking into the air-conditioned Malibu home, she greeted Jarvis, made herself tea, and proceeded to delete superfluous entries in her PDA.
“Where’s Mr. Stark?” she asked while pushing a whole folder full of press inquiries into the trash.
“Outside,” Jarvis answered. “At the pool.”
Pepper raised an eyebrow. She would have suspected he was down in the workshop or even taking the armor out for a flight. Tony relaxing at the pool was… rare. If he spent time outside, away from his workshop, he would have a laptop with him, and lately he could easily plug himself into any kind of data feed. The Extremis made that one possible without much fuss. That it sometimes floored him, created vicious headaches, and had him more than a little fuzzy around the edges was a major concern.
“The pool?” Pepper now asked, frowning.
“Yes, Ms. Potts.”
“Working?”
“No.”
For a moment Pepper thought it sounded like Jarvis wanted to add something, but it had to be her imagination.
“Figure that,” she muttered and crossed the polished floor to the sliding doors that led to the pool area.
Pepper stopped abruptly as she came into view of the Olympic-sized pool. There, in the shade of a large umbrella, lay Tony Stark, naked as on the day he had been born. It wasn’t unusual for Pepper to see her boss naked. She had thrown him out of bed before. She had even once almost had to dress him.
Next to him was the unmistakable form of Steve Rogers. A very naked Steve Rogers. There was no mistaking the blond hair, the broad shoulders, the muscles… He was carding his fingers through Tony’s wet hair, the other man apparently dozing with his head against Rogers’ side. It all looked very… normal, very comfortable, very… them.
Pepper felt a blush creep up her cheeks, something that hadn’t happened ever since the second week in her job as Tony Stark’s PA. There was little that could make her blush any more. Seeing Steve and Tony in their birthday suits, yeah, that qualified.
Because it was hot. The simple little gestures, the way Steve’s attention was completely on Tony, how Tony was so utterly relaxed and open and… vulnerable… it was hotter than the most hardcore porn. Then again, that might have her run for a very private place.
Pepper turned and walked back into the cool house, trying to chase away the sight of the two men, but it was hard. Cold shower wouldn’t work here either.
Damn.
Think asexual thoughts, ran through her head.
Too bad that it didn’t work.
* * *
Tony was completely relaxed. His brain was mercifully empty. The Extremis had been switched off and he was thinking about nothing but the incredibly good feeling of Steve’s hand in his hair and the solid form next to him. Steve placed a kiss against his forehead, then his nose, his chin, brushing briefly across his lips.
Tony blinked his eyes open, lazy, sleepy, wishing he could just shut them in a bubble and never let the world intrude ever again.
“Sleeping?” Steve asked, smiling.
“No.”
“Pepper was just here.”
“Hn.”
“I think she saw more than she wanted.”
Tony reached up, brushing a hand over one of his lover’s cheeks. “And you’re not blushing,” he commented. “She saw you naked.”
Steve grinned. “Yeah. From a distance. From behind.”
“You have a nice behind. Great, actually. Looks good in blue, tight pants…” Tony teased.
Rogers chuckled. “I knew you were ogling my ass.”
“I do more than just ogle.” Tony slid a hand over said ass and squeezed. “And since we’re on the topic of doing it…”
“Tony,” Steve groaned. “You’re really, really bad.”
“It only took you how long to find that out?”
“A day,” Steve dead-panned. “And I plead cotton-balled brain from deep freeze trauma at the time. Otherwise it wouldn’t have taken more than an hour.”
“You didn’t even know Iron Man was me,” Stark argued.
“For some odd reason Iron Man and you share the same badness.”
“Figure that.”
Tony drew him into another kiss, pulling the broader form to blanket him. Steve spread his legs, naked skin brushing over naked skin in a more than tantalizing manner, and Tony sighed in pleasure.
“I think we should take this inside,” Steve commented.
“No one’s watching.”
“I know that public sex is nothing new for you, but it’s not my style.”
Tony scowled. “I’m not an exhibitionist, Rogers. I don’t do it in public. This place is as safe as my bedroom.”
“Which I like and prefer.”
It got Steve an eye-roll. “You just dig the big-screen TV.”
“I dig the privacy of four walls, a roof, a nice bed, and you in it.”
Steve got up, still gloriously nude and Tony rose immediately, not about to let this perfect specimen of man walk away. The way to the bedroom was long and there were nice little corners to push his lover into and kiss the living daylights out of him.
Yeah, sounded like a plan. And if Pepper stumbled over them… it wasn’t like she was a prude and her eyes would fall out. If not for the fact that a) Pepper was off limits despite being a very attractive woman, b) Tony was faithful to Steve, and c) he wasn’t into a bisexual threesome, Tony might have tried to woo her into bed with them before.
But it wouldn’t happen. Tony Stark didn’t share.
Pepper was nowhere to be seen and Steve had grabbed a towel for decency. That was Captain America for you, Tony smiled to himself. The was man was too good for this world. But peeling the towel off the well-muscled form would be fun.
Tony briefly accessed the Extremis to forward all and every form of mail to Pepper for the rest of the day, locked down the house, activated the soundproof barrier on the bedroom, and logged out of the net again. He closed the bedroom door after them and pulled Steve into a long, deep, intense kiss, fingers already undoing the towel.
There were few reasons as to why Tony Stark would shut himself off from everyone and everything for such a long time, and Steve Rogers was the topmost on the very brief list.
Because Steve was worth it.
Iron Man (movie mixed with comic-verse elements)
AUTHOR: Macx
RATING: mild, mild R for nekkidness
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
Steve settled on the couch where it curved into the room, still watching. He liked watching. Watching Tony work was… fascinating.
Steve Rogers walked into the immense, massively large, wide-spread and endless living room of Tony Stark’s mansion. The sun was filtered through the floor-to-ceiling window panes, casting a soft light onto the pristine floor. Music was playing gently in the background. Not as loud and hard as downstairs in the workshop when Tony was immersing himself in his projects, but it wasn’t soft music either. It was just tuned down to a bearable level.
Sitting on the hideously expensive couch that would be the nightmare of every housewife with kids – it was cream colored – Tony Stark was playing with what looked like a new high-tech toy. No larger than a laptop, rather flat too, he was poking at its innards, scowling a little more than usual when testing a new toy. Next to the device was a small stack of papers and two slim cases containing CDs.
Since Tony wasn’t reacting to his presence – it would have been surprising if he did – he first made a detour to the kitchen, grabbed two mugs of coffee, and walked back. By now Tony had activated a kind of projection, using the polished couch table as a projection surface. There was hardly a surface in the house that hadn’t been upgraded to be used for something entirely different by Tony. He could work anywhere, anytime, he had once told Steve. Even without the Extremis and ignoring Jarvis, Stark had access to almost everything in every room of the house.
Watching Tony tweak whatever it was he was working on, Steve placed the mug far enough away from the device that a spill wouldn’t touch it, but close enough for Tony to reach. Blue eyes briefly flickered over to the mug, there was a grunt of acknowledgement, then Tony continued his work.
Steve settled on the couch where it curved into the room, still watching. He liked watching. Watching Tony work was… fascinating. The man’s expressions were worth it, as was just looking at the intense, singular concentration he rarely applied to anything but his toys. Steve had almost come the first time Tony had approached sex like that. He had been giving Steve those looks as he had kissed and nipped his way down Rogers’ chest and Steve had never felt so open, so transparent, so… interesting. Tony gave him his full attention; even the Extremis took second place – and Extremis was always running.
Steve had learned to look for the Extremis. There was a slightly deeper frown of concentration, sometimes Tony looked more absent than usual, but it was nothing a casual observer would ever notice. Steve did. He wasn’t casual in his observations. He knew this man and he had learned a lot about him in the recent two years. Extremis was an incredible addition, but it also took a lot out of Tony. He was always connecting to satellites, stock market exchanges, cell phones, internet and the like. He tended to get lost in them if he immersed himself too deeply into the subject matter, but he also handled several tasks at once while holding a stock holders’ meeting, which was astounding enough. Steve took care to jar him out of whatever zone he slipped into when things got out of hand – and Rogers was close by.
“There!”
Steve started a little. He had been lost in his musings – and watching Tony’s hands and facial expressions.
“What is it?” Steve asked.
Tony blinked at him, as if seeing him for the first time. Well, Steve wouldn’t put it past Tony that he hadn’t really registered his being there before. He would be aware of a presence, might be logged into Jarvis’ video feed of the house, but since Steve wasn’t raising alarms he hadn’t been seen as a threat.
Now Tony grinned like a little kid. His eyes were filled excitement, just like his voice.
“It’s an integrated holographic mobile projection unit to display complex patterns in just about any environment, incorporating hardlight components, which sadly keep failing on me over and over again. It should be able to adjust to movement, even body temperature when used to project on a body, and in the final version be able to be used as a holographic camouflage with an independent power source that mimics just about anything or anyone, in any given circumstances.”
“Come hell or high water?” Steve joked, actually understanding most of what Tony was saying.
“Well, we’re still miles away from practical applications and the water part is proving tricky. Rain drops keep distorting the field. It’s like someone’s poking at a rubbery surface. The image dents. Extreme heat is another matter. So far controlled environments are fine. Accelerated movement is a no-go.”
Hence all the frustration, Steve concluded. This was the prototype, probably version 1.0, and Tony was already hip-deep in what version 10.1. had to be able to do. Typical for him.
“Hardlight?” Steve finally asked.
“Holograms you can touch,” was the reply. Tony was grinning even more. “Cool.”
Steve nodded. “Very.”
“Energy requirements blow that bit a little off the chart, though.”
“By how much?”
It got Steve a frown. “Like several thousand points off the chart. No idea what’s sapping so much power, but well…”
“Version 1.0?” Steve teased.
“I’ll have you know that you’re looking at 1.1, Captain Rogers,” Tony replied archly. “1.0. was trashed by yours truly in the lab this morning.”
Steve chuckled. “Okay. 1.1. Still cool.”
Tony let his fingers play over the keyboard of the laptop thingy. It looked easy, like he had been born using nothing but laptops. Steve watched those long, agile fingers, remembering what it was like to be played by them. Tony was a very sensual man and fast sex bent over the work bench was only there to quench a thirst. The real encounters were quite… intense. Like the man himself. Steve loved that about him. He loved a lot about Tony Stark.
Tony emptied his coffee and Steve reached over to take the cup, but his hand was slapped away.
“You’re not my servant,” Tony scowled.
“I like bringing you coffee,” Steve told him. “Keeps you happy.”
“You bringing me coffee keeps me happy?”
“You caffeinated keeps you happy.”
Tony blinked at him, then entered another string of data. The holographic projection of whatever it had been winked out of existence.
“Already done?”
“For now.”
Tony was using the Extremis, Steve noted. Forwarding mails, writing reports, talking to R&D, or something else. He waited until Tony’s eyes relaxed a little, then got up. Tony’s gaze followed him.
“Pool,” Steve told him.
It got him raised brows.
“Laps,” Steve elaborated, without really saying much.
“I could think of better things to do in a pool than laps,” Tony muttered, a sly smirk on his lips.
Rogers chuckled. “You would.”
“Some of them involve you.”
“Only some?” Steve teased.
Tony grinned. “Want me to show you?”
“Got your swim trunks?”
“Who needs swim trunks?”
“Indecent exposure, Tony.”
“Private property, Steve,” Tony replied easily.
The mansion was perfectly well protected against any kind of paparazzi, be it on land or from the air, and no one could swim here.
“Pepper could walk in on you.”
Tony waved that one off. “She’s seen me often enough, and in worse situations.”
Steve didn’t really want to think about those situations. He just watched Tony pack up his holographic device, put it into a safe place, then walked out the door to the ocean-sized pool. It was a very nice day, warm and sunny, but with a steady breeze, clouds dotting the sky, and just the fresh ocean air. He liked the Malibu home, even though New York had its advantages, too. Here, they were mostly alone. The Avengers were based in New York, and it was Peter’s hometown. The last time they had forcefully dragged Peter off to California he had moaned the loss of ‘his’ streets. MJ had simply enjoyed the beach life and rubbed shoulders with some of the important film people on the party she had been able to attend thanks to Tony.
Tony’s party life wasn’t really Steve’s forte. He would politely talk to people, but he was soon tired of the constant politics, the false smiles, the clinking of glasses, the attempts to bed him, to suck up to him, to befriend him, and he usually left after a while. Tony was in his element, though. It was his world.
Steve stripped off his clothes and stretched. The Stars and Stripes swim trunks got a tolerant smile out of Tony.
“Cap,” he teased.
“Oh shut up. They were a gift.”
“From whom? Fury?” the other man laughed.
“Actually…”
“No way would Nick Fury give you a pair of swim trunks, Steve.”
“I was going to say they’re from MJ…”
“I like her sense of humor.”
Steve just gave him a shove and Tony, still half dressed, sailed off into the pool. He came up sputtering, hair matted to his head, treading water.
“Revenge is mine, Rogers!” he proclaimed.
“Give it your best, Stark.”
* * *
Pepper had handled most of Tony’s email for the day. Despite his advantage, called Extremis, Tony kept forwarding mails he didn’t want to deal with to him. That’s what personal assistants were for. She had dutifully taken care of the more or less annoying mails, then called people she had had on her list to check on one thing or the other, had cancelled or confirmed appointments, and in the end she had piled it all back on her boss’ virtual desk. Tony would delete most of it, she knew. Still, it felt good to have an empty inbox and a clean email account – for all the five seconds that would last.
Walking into the air-conditioned Malibu home, she greeted Jarvis, made herself tea, and proceeded to delete superfluous entries in her PDA.
“Where’s Mr. Stark?” she asked while pushing a whole folder full of press inquiries into the trash.
“Outside,” Jarvis answered. “At the pool.”
Pepper raised an eyebrow. She would have suspected he was down in the workshop or even taking the armor out for a flight. Tony relaxing at the pool was… rare. If he spent time outside, away from his workshop, he would have a laptop with him, and lately he could easily plug himself into any kind of data feed. The Extremis made that one possible without much fuss. That it sometimes floored him, created vicious headaches, and had him more than a little fuzzy around the edges was a major concern.
“The pool?” Pepper now asked, frowning.
“Yes, Ms. Potts.”
“Working?”
“No.”
For a moment Pepper thought it sounded like Jarvis wanted to add something, but it had to be her imagination.
“Figure that,” she muttered and crossed the polished floor to the sliding doors that led to the pool area.
Pepper stopped abruptly as she came into view of the Olympic-sized pool. There, in the shade of a large umbrella, lay Tony Stark, naked as on the day he had been born. It wasn’t unusual for Pepper to see her boss naked. She had thrown him out of bed before. She had even once almost had to dress him.
Next to him was the unmistakable form of Steve Rogers. A very naked Steve Rogers. There was no mistaking the blond hair, the broad shoulders, the muscles… He was carding his fingers through Tony’s wet hair, the other man apparently dozing with his head against Rogers’ side. It all looked very… normal, very comfortable, very… them.
Pepper felt a blush creep up her cheeks, something that hadn’t happened ever since the second week in her job as Tony Stark’s PA. There was little that could make her blush any more. Seeing Steve and Tony in their birthday suits, yeah, that qualified.
Because it was hot. The simple little gestures, the way Steve’s attention was completely on Tony, how Tony was so utterly relaxed and open and… vulnerable… it was hotter than the most hardcore porn. Then again, that might have her run for a very private place.
Pepper turned and walked back into the cool house, trying to chase away the sight of the two men, but it was hard. Cold shower wouldn’t work here either.
Damn.
Think asexual thoughts, ran through her head.
Too bad that it didn’t work.
* * *
Tony was completely relaxed. His brain was mercifully empty. The Extremis had been switched off and he was thinking about nothing but the incredibly good feeling of Steve’s hand in his hair and the solid form next to him. Steve placed a kiss against his forehead, then his nose, his chin, brushing briefly across his lips.
Tony blinked his eyes open, lazy, sleepy, wishing he could just shut them in a bubble and never let the world intrude ever again.
“Sleeping?” Steve asked, smiling.
“No.”
“Pepper was just here.”
“Hn.”
“I think she saw more than she wanted.”
Tony reached up, brushing a hand over one of his lover’s cheeks. “And you’re not blushing,” he commented. “She saw you naked.”
Steve grinned. “Yeah. From a distance. From behind.”
“You have a nice behind. Great, actually. Looks good in blue, tight pants…” Tony teased.
Rogers chuckled. “I knew you were ogling my ass.”
“I do more than just ogle.” Tony slid a hand over said ass and squeezed. “And since we’re on the topic of doing it…”
“Tony,” Steve groaned. “You’re really, really bad.”
“It only took you how long to find that out?”
“A day,” Steve dead-panned. “And I plead cotton-balled brain from deep freeze trauma at the time. Otherwise it wouldn’t have taken more than an hour.”
“You didn’t even know Iron Man was me,” Stark argued.
“For some odd reason Iron Man and you share the same badness.”
“Figure that.”
Tony drew him into another kiss, pulling the broader form to blanket him. Steve spread his legs, naked skin brushing over naked skin in a more than tantalizing manner, and Tony sighed in pleasure.
“I think we should take this inside,” Steve commented.
“No one’s watching.”
“I know that public sex is nothing new for you, but it’s not my style.”
Tony scowled. “I’m not an exhibitionist, Rogers. I don’t do it in public. This place is as safe as my bedroom.”
“Which I like and prefer.”
It got Steve an eye-roll. “You just dig the big-screen TV.”
“I dig the privacy of four walls, a roof, a nice bed, and you in it.”
Steve got up, still gloriously nude and Tony rose immediately, not about to let this perfect specimen of man walk away. The way to the bedroom was long and there were nice little corners to push his lover into and kiss the living daylights out of him.
Yeah, sounded like a plan. And if Pepper stumbled over them… it wasn’t like she was a prude and her eyes would fall out. If not for the fact that a) Pepper was off limits despite being a very attractive woman, b) Tony was faithful to Steve, and c) he wasn’t into a bisexual threesome, Tony might have tried to woo her into bed with them before.
But it wouldn’t happen. Tony Stark didn’t share.
Pepper was nowhere to be seen and Steve had grabbed a towel for decency. That was Captain America for you, Tony smiled to himself. The was man was too good for this world. But peeling the towel off the well-muscled form would be fun.
Tony briefly accessed the Extremis to forward all and every form of mail to Pepper for the rest of the day, locked down the house, activated the soundproof barrier on the bedroom, and logged out of the net again. He closed the bedroom door after them and pulled Steve into a long, deep, intense kiss, fingers already undoing the towel.
There were few reasons as to why Tony Stark would shut himself off from everyone and everything for such a long time, and Steve Rogers was the topmost on the very brief list.
Because Steve was worth it.
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Thanks for posting this!
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I really enjoyed the character sketch... along with the other parts
Now we only need to figure out how to sketch those parts... ahem... ;)
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Tony Stark didn’t share.
probably no, he is kinda possessive.
Pepper felt a blush creep up her cheeks, something that hadn’t happened ever since the second week in her job as Tony Stark’s PA
case of "That´s not the worst thing you´ve caught me doing?^^
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And yes, Tony's possessive ;) Don't we just love that about him? *g*
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“I’ll have you know that you’re looking at 1.1, Captain Rogers,” Tony replied archly. “1.0. was trashed by yours truly in the lab this morning.”
There is a level of intimacy in this line. You can tell the know each other very well and for a long time and share a relationship with each other that they do not share with other.
I mean I just don't hear Tony saying that to anyone else, but to Steve, it totally works. I love it.
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I also love the idea of Steve keeping Tony happy and present in the real world. *hugs the boys*
Thank you for sharing this!
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I love the idea of Steve enjoying watching Tony work, and the image of Tony focussing on his tech with the same kind of intensity he devotes to Steve -- and no one else.
There was hardly a surface in the house that hadn’t been upgraded to be used for something entirely different by Tony. He could work anywhere, anytime, he had once told Steve
I can really see Tony doing this.
we’re still miles away from practical applications and the water part is proving tricky. Rain drops keep distorting the field. It’s like someone’s poking at a rubbery surface. The image dents.
Okay, I have no idea if that has anything to do with scientific reality or not, but it just sounds cool. I love the level of detail you put into Tony's hologram projector -- it really makes it feel real.