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Fic: You Were My Home
Author: empty_splendor
Title: You Were My Home
Rating: R for some naughty languages
Archive: If you want to...
A/N: This is my first fic in this fandom, don't judge me to harshly. It was written for my friend, with whom I roleplay as Tony.
You Were My Home
Tony was tall but Steve was just a bit taller. In some cases, Tony would have to lean upwards to him to kiss. It was just enough of a difference that Tony could tuck his head under Steve’s chin when they held each other. That was a brief moment of comfort rare to Tony and it made this simple acts one of Steve’s favorite things. The brunette liked to cuddle but that wasn’t something he’d admit to anyone, including his boyfriend. But occasionally after sex or even in just the rare moments he could get Tony to settle down and sleep, the billionaire playboy with a reputation that made Hefner look tame, would curl up with his blonde partner, his head rested on the soldier’s broad chest and his arm draped loosely over the his chiseled abs. And it was there in that position that Iron Man slept the most soundly.
Tony spent a lot of time in the shop and Steve liked to watch. He liked to watch Tony work. In his shop, when he tinkered away at is various cars or his creation of the week, fixing his robots or improving his suit, that was what Steve enjoyed viewing. Steve enjoyed watching him fuss away in there, lost in his own world of science and mechanics that on his best Steve probably would never understand. He was in his element there. Like watching a tiger in its natural habitat, he understands how Tony could lose himself for hours down there without realizing it. He wasn’t sure if Tony knew he was there, but he spent most of the time watching bouncing between amusement and awe. If the inventor was wise to his audience, it didn’t seem to bother him, he never had told Steve to go. But he imagined it was because when Tony would fall asleep on the cot in his shop, Steve was there to tuck him in.
Steve was still very new to technology. The simplest things perplexed him and Tony found it amusing. From the flat screen TV to the ipod Tony bought him for Christmas, the whole idea of these gadgets was utterly perplexing. He enjoyed watching the big man get annoyed with the tiny TV remote almost to the point of pouting before he would swoop in and save the day. And the best part about it was when Steve learned to use the contraption. His eyes lit up like a child at Christmas time. It always made Tony melt just slightly to see his partner so giddy. Often he would humor Steve and pretend he didn’t know how to work something, just because the blond was so proud to show off his new skill, to tell Tony something new about something he’d known how to use for months, years before Steve knew it existed.
Steve didn’t swear often. When he did it was usually a passing damn or the occasional hell, but by the standards of the modern world those were tame. Tony was still intensely amused when the blond solider would cuss with the modern naughty words. IN addition to making him laugh, it often turned him on at the same time. Steve’s cusses were usually very supported and maintained in the lower register of his voice. And when Tony cursed, it would still make Steve blush. He knew just which button to push. A well-placed fuck with a following me. One simple two-word statement would bring the red rosy tint to Captain America’s cheeks.
They loved each other. Wrapped in each other’s arms, as the darkness lay sleepy over the bedroom and the calm after the storm set in is when they found peace together. When Tony was curled up in his position on Steve’s chest and Steve’s fingers fluidly tangled in dark black silken locks as the last drops of adrenaline from whatever battle de jour had just passed dripped away into the sheets like coffee into the pot. And when the golden beams of light came passing through the thick curtains like a light that guides an angel, with the first flutter of eyelashes greeting the morning, the soft moan of Tony’s protest against waking made one thing very clear. The tiny things in life were the things that made the most sense. The little moments is what made everything worth it. They were filled with comfort and safety the likes of which two men of their status rarely could find. For them, this was home.
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it just makes me wanna go "awwwww"
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I consider it quite a compliment you enjoyed it. You're one of my favorite authors in the fandom!
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