fic

[saraid.livejournal.com]

title: Times Two Ending One
author: saraid
fandom: Avengers
pairing: Tony/Steve
rating: NC17
word count: 5788
archive: sure, just please tell me where
warnings: sharon bashing
notes: this is the first ending.

 

He heard a noise in the kitchen and thought, yeah, that’s where the coffee-maker lives, just as he went through the door. He almost expected to see Jarvis, returned early from wherever he had gone, but no, there was Tony.

Sitting at the table and slicing an green-and-red mottled apple into neat slices, eating them one at a time.

Steve stopped, and smiled.

Tony’s eyes were still black, he was still working, but he was here. In the kitchen, and eating.

That meant he wasn’t nearly as upset as Steve had worried.

He looked up and his eyes cleared almost instantly.

“Hey,” he said, holding out a slice of apple.

“Hey,” Steve greeted him, walking over. He took the apple from Tony’s hand and nibbled at it. It was tart and crunchy.

“I know I said I’d go to bed, but I thought I should eat something, and maybe you’d be back pretty quickly, so…” Tony spread his hands, the small paring knife bright in the kitchen lights.

“I’m glad you waited.” Steve went to stand behind him. He leaned over and kissed the back of Tony’s neck, where his hair was getting just a tiny bit too long. Tony sighed and Steve could imagine him closing his eyes.

“Everything…okay?” Tony asked after a couple of minutes had passed.

“Everything’s great,” Steve told him, sliding his hands over Tony’s shoulders, not as broad as his own, but wonderfully firm and powerful. “Want to go now?”

Tony tilted his head back to meet his eyes. “Yeah.”

He stood and dropped the remains of the apple in the trash, the knife in the sink. Steve slid an arm around his waist as they walked down the hall.

“So that was…” Tony began, but Steve squeezed him and shook his own head.

“Can we talk about it later? I’m still rather…annoyed with her.”

“Okay. No problem,” Tony answered. The elevator opened for them when they were still two feet away and Steve smiled. He thought Tony did that automatically, without even thinking about it. Extremis was pretty much everything Tony had ever wanted to be.

They were silent during the ride, and on the walk to their bedroom. Steve’s room had been given over to baby Danielle two months ago, because it was next to Luke and Jess’ room, and that way Danny could be on the other side of the nursery. The four of them seemed very happy with the arrangement.

Tony opened the door and went inside. He started stripping right away; not a rush, but just matter-of-fact, tossing his jeans into the hamper in the closet, pulling off his socks. He reached for the hem of his tee – Steve’s too-large, dark-blue tee – and Steve said “Stop.”

Tony did, and looked at him. Wearing only the tee-shirt, he looked like a kid playing dress-up – except for the bottom-half-naked part.

“Wait,” Steve said softly. Tony nodded, his hands falling to his sides. He watched, eyes growing darker, as Steve peeled off his own clothes.

When he was completely nude, Steve stalked over to Tony. Just a few prowling steps, and he heard Tony’s pulse speed up. Heard his breath hitch once. Twice.

“This way,” Steve whispered in his ear, catching his arms. He steered Tony toward the bed, his knees up against it. “Down.”

Steve put both hands on Tony’s shoulders and pushed. His lover went willingly, to lie with his face flat on the bed, Steve’s hands holding his shoulders down.

Steve switched to holding Tony down with one hand and marveled that Sharon thought she had any idea what Tony Stark was like in bed. She’d never slept with him, he knew Tony hadn’t lied about that.

Using his free hand, Steve positioned Tony’s legs, on his knees at the very edge of the bed, tucked up underneath him so his ass was presented high.

“So pretty,” he teased, stroking his fingers along the curve of it. Tony made a high-pitched whine. “Hang on, baby. I’m going to take care of you.”

He heard Tony’s chuffed laugh, but it vanished quickly as Steve reached under the bed for the tube of lubricant that should be there. He found it after a minute of worry, and flipped the lid easily.

“Can you be still for me, for a minute?” Steve leaned over him to ask, still holding Tony’s shoulders down.

Tony nodded against the comforter, his eyes closed, his mouth open.

“God, you look amazing,” Steve breathed. He placed open mouthed kisses at the base of Tony’s spine, the top of his ass. Tony shivered but didn’t move.

Steve slid one finger into him, biting his lip at the heat, the tightness of it. How dare Sharon think anyone could compare to this? To what Tony gave him.

A second finger and Tony was practically vibrating now. Steve continued kissing his back, his ass, and Tony moaned.

“Almost there,” Steve told him. He liked Tony any way he could get him, but this submissive streak, it had surprised him. Tony was willing to lie back and let Steve do anything.  He’d never said no once. Steve knew what that was; that was love.

“Okay. Ready?”

“Get in me already,” Tony panted. “You’re such a fucking tease!”

Steve laughed. He used his free hand to steady Tony’s hip as he thrust in, then moved it back to his shoulders, so he could press them down. Tony moaned again, then tried to move. He pushed back into Steve, but he couldn’t get any leverage. It made him open his eyes and curse.

“Dammit, Steve, what’re you playing at? You gonna do something besides stand  there all God-like and tease me? You’ve got me all riled up, you need to move – fuck me already!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Steve teased, but his voice broke as he began to move.

Long, deep strokes that made Tony wail. He stretched his arms out across the bed, grabbing fistfuls of cotton, twisting his hips desperately. Steve had to keep looking at him watching him; the way his back rippled with each push, the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck – the way his ass swallowed Steve’s dick, again and again.

“God, Steve, please, I need you to – I need it harder, faster, you’re killing me, Steve!”

Tony’s shoulders bunched and caught under his hands. Taking pity on him, Steve bent his own legs a bit, getting square behind Tony and changing the rhythm to something faster, shallower, that hit right where Tony wanted it. Tony wailed again, so loud Steve was startling glad for sound-proofing, and then he closed his eyes and began gasping for breath. That meant he was close; Steve fucked him harder and faster, hearing Tony’s breathing break into little hitched gulps, and then Tony groaned, his body beginning to shake again.

“So close…Steve,  I’m gonna – oh God yeah, like that, right there, I’m – I’m – Steve…”

Tony’s body tightened and Steve froze, struggling to ride it out without losing control, but the heat and tightness, the scent and sight of Tony coming around him, it was all too much. Steve fell forward and slammed home, four times, and then shook himself apart.

He fell all the way and Tony moaned as his legs straightened, hanging off the end of the bed. After a few seconds Steve wrapped his arms around Tony’s chest and moved them both up the bed, turning onto his side as he finished, Tony pliant in his arms.

He nuzzled into Tony’s neck, licking the sweat there, and let his breathing even out.

Tony’s hand came up, reached back to cup the back of Steve’s head.

“hmm,” Tony sighed.

“You’re gorgeous,” Steve mumbled.

“You’re amazingly hot,” Tony answered sleepily.

“I love you.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tony’s other hand covered Steve’s on his chest. He laced their fingers together. “Thanks for coming home so soon.”

“Thanks for waiting for me.” Steve took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. He was vaguely aware of Tony grabbing the edge of the comforter and flipping it over them.

“I love you too,” Tony whispered. Steve raised his head enough to see Tony’s face. Tony’s eyes were clear and blue, not a line of code to be seen.

“Let’s get some sleep,” Steve whispered back. Tony obediently closed his eyes.

After a little while Steve felt his body relax. He sighed again, snuggling tighter to Tony’s back.

Tomorrow he’d have to do something extra-nice for his boyfriend. Tony had trusted him and listened to him and that deserved a reward.

Maybe they should go out for burgers.

~~ the end ~~

Comments

[benphrinse-rio.livejournal.com]

After finding out I aced all three of my term projects and walking outside to some heavy snow fall, I was thinking this day could not get any better. How wrong I was. This fic is fan-freaking-tastic.

"Steve had to keep looking at him watching him; the way his back rippled with each push, the way his hair curled at the nape of his neck – the way his ass swallowed Steve’s dick, again and again."

I about had to go jump in the snow to cool off. I mean, just, ::moans:: The comment about the burger was too cute. Cannot wait to read the second ending!

[saraid.livejournal.com]

thank you! i, um, thought it was pretty hot, too. i just couldn't decide which sex scene i wanted write. i hope you enjoy the second one as well. i did worry that Tony or Steve was ooc, but i think i can see both of them behaving this way. hopefully, anyhow.

[garrideb.livejournal.com]

I like this ending better for three reasons:
1. The opening. Steve assuming Tony only uses the kitchen for the coffee maker. Tony cutting up an apple and offering Steve a slice. Don't ask me why I love that image, but I do.
2. Tony laughing when Steve tells him, “Hang on, baby. I’m going to take care of you.” I can imagine Tony rolling his eyes and vowing to find and destroy Steve's hidden stash of film noir porn. And then forgetting about it as the sexing begins, which brings me to...
3. Tony wailing during sex. Hot! Especially loved this:

Tony wailed again, so loud Steve was startling glad for sound-proofing, and then he closed his eyes and began gasping for breath. That meant he was close; Steve fucked him harder and faster, hearing Tony’s breathing break into little hitched gulps, and then Tony groaned, his body beginning to shake again.

As for the first part, I loved Tony and Steve watching Grey's Anatomy while cuddled on the couch. Blue the doorman was fun, and seemed the perfect set up for a joke: "How'd you get in here?" "Blue the doorman." "You what?"

You already know how I feel about the Sharon bashing, but I just want to reiterate that for the majority of the fic I felt you weren't bashing her; she was obviously hurt and angry, and people say irrational things when they are. Parts of it were even quite sympathetic to Sharon, such as this:

“You’d do that?” Sharon looked…hurt. Not like she was faking it, either, but truly hurt. Steve felt a stab of guilt, and softened his tone.
“Look, I know this was a surprise. I’m willing to sit and talk to you about it, because we are friends. Can we do that?”
She looked away and mumbled her answer.

In fact, I think you could proudly call this a bashing-free fic by clipping out the bit from "Tony Stark doesn't fall in love" to and he held up a hand and by giving Steve a little angst about possibly losing Sharon as a friend. Obviously he'd choose Tony over her if it came down to it, but he cares for her too and it wouldn't be a pain free decision.

I hope to read more soon! Sorry for the crazy long comment!