cap_ironman

title: Times Two Ending Two
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 second ending.

The kitchen was empty, even the coffee-maker gone to bed. Steve eyed it with trepidation; the thing had more bells and whistles than Steve’s first motorbike. But the pot was empty, washed clean and set up for the first brew of the morning, which Steve knew was pre-programmed. When he touched it, it wasn’t even hot.

That meant Tony hadn’t been in for coffee while Steve was gone. Which was odd. When Steve checked there wasn’t a note on the fridge, either.

Well, heck. Where was Tony?

It didn’t seem likely, but Tony did occasionally read in bed while he waited for Steve, on those rare nights Tony got there before him. Or when he couldn’t sleep but didn’t want to sit in the library or someplace else someone might find him. It amused Steve, a teensy bit, that Tony could read anything he wanted in his head, but to read in bed he always chose an actual physical book. It was just the way to do it, Steve supposed.

He was feeling hopeful when he got on the elevator and went up to the living quarters. Everything was still quiet, though it wasn’t really late. Just past ten or so. Tony could have told him exactly what time it was according to the atomic clock anywhere in the world, but just past ten or so worked for Steve.

Their bedroom door was closed, but light shone underneath it. Steve paused outside. He wasn’t sure what he’d find inside. Would Tony be angry? Not likely, he was far too prone to turning his anger on himself. He might be hurt. Or afraid that Steve already had or was going to leave him, at least emotionally.

Sometimes it hurt Steve, that Tony still didn’t trust him. Didn’t seem to. But he knew that it was really himself Tony didn’t trust. Tony would always expect to fail at some level, and always expect to be punished for that failure in the harshest was possible.

If he wasn’t he often found a way to punish himself.

It was a normal door. Solid, veneered steel core. For safety as well as soundproofing, Tony had told him. When Steve had first moved into Tony’s room, at Tony’s invitation two months ago, he’d briefly amused himself with the thought of getting a nametag for it. Maybe one of those dry-erase boards that college kids used – and how did he know that? It could say ‘Tony & Steve’s room’ with little hearts and flowers drawn around their names.

Hmm, that wasn’t a bad idea…maybe for the baby’s nursery, Steve’s old room. That could be fun.

Deciding that he’d stalled enough, Steve opened the door.

The room was lit by the reading lamp, but Tony wasn’t sitting up, a book open on his knees. He wasn’t sitting there with black eyes and teeny bits of code running across them.

He wasn’t sitting there at all.

Steve stopped at the foot of the bed, taking a deep, relieved breath.

Apparently Tony did trust him, evidently more than Steve had thought he did.

Tony Stark was sound asleep. Sprawled on his stomach, the dark green comforter low on his hips, demonstrating to Steve that he had, as was his habit, gone to bed nude. He had a pillow bunched up in his arms face turned sideways on it. He looked peaceful, face calm, breathing deep and even.

Steve had a sudden urge to find a calendar, to make a note.

Instead he stood and watched his boyfriend sleep for many long moments. Tony sometimes woke at his presence, but it happened less and less often. Steve believed that meant Tony was used to having Steve around all the time now.

Tony’s back; smooth and muscled and tanned, moved gently as he slept. Steve was hit with the urge to crawl on top of him and kiss down the length of his spine, to tongue each vertebrae individually. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, and then began dropping his clothes.

He wasn’t usually messy, but right now folding them or crossing the room to the closet seemed like far too much work. It would take him away from his goal, not toward it. His goal was Tony, and Tony’s smooth back and Tony’s radiating warmth.

Stripped, Steve crawled up the bed on all fours, settling over Tony’s body, holding himself up with his elbows.

Bending his head, he kissed the back of Tony’s neck, right where the hair was just beginning to curl. Tony needed a hair cut. Steve would have to be sure he made time to get one, or remind Pepper to have someone in to do it. Tony could work straight through that.

Tony made a small noise, quiet and peaceful. Steve opened his mouth wider and sucked gently on the sensitive spot.

“Mmm,” Tony murmured. “Steve.”

It wasn’t a question, so Steve didn’t answer it. He settled his weight further, wedging his hips slightly between Tony’s legs.

Tony snuggled his cheek deeper into his pillow and slowly drew one leg up, making room for Steve, who slipped into place.

“Ah, God,” Steve breathed.

“Mmm-hm,” Tony agreed sleepily.

“Are you with me, baby?” Steve leaned to whisper in Tony’s ear.

“Steve,” Tony smiled without opening his eyes. Steve couldn’t resist, he stretched to land an awkward kiss on those smiling lips. When he pulled back Tony licked them slowly.

“You are so amazing,” Steve told him.

There was lube under Steve’s pillow, he pulled it out without fumbling and flipped the cap open. A little squeezed on his fingers and he reached down to slide two into Tony’s ass, delicately stretching the tight ring of muscle.

Tony made another quiet, approving sound. Steve began kissing his neck and down his spine, his tongue coming out to bathe each vertebrae just like he’d imagined. Tony shuddered slowly.

“I’ve got you,” Steve whispered in the quiet of the room. Tony’s breathing was beginning to pick up, his mouth was open as he started to pant. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Mmm,” Tony sighed. The muscle released suddenly, surprising Steve.

“You’re really ready for me, aren’t you?” he crooned, lifting his hips just far enough to place himself at Tony’s entrance. “I love how you open up for me.”

“Love you,” Tony sighed as Steve slid in.

“Oh God, I love you, Tony,” Steve moaned.

He rocked slowly into his lover. Tony gradually woke a little more, and began rocking with him. He was rubbing himself off on the sheets, lazily, and Steve just wanted this to last forever.

Tony’s breathing got louder, and faster. Steve shifted slightly, getting up on his knees just far enough to get some muscle behind each thrust. He didn’t go any faster, just deeper and harder.

“That feels so good,” Tony mumbled. His hands were flexing where they held the pillow. Steve’s eyes were caught by the movement; such fascinating hands.

“Love your hands,” he whispered, each thrust long and slow and deep, as deep into Tony as he could go. “I love the way you talk with them, the things you build with them. Love to touch them and hold them.”

“Ah-ahhhhh…” Tony moaned.

“Yeah, baby,” Steve slid his arms under Tony’s shoulders, anchoring them more tightly together. “Come for me. Come under me, come around me.”

He bit at Tony’s neck, harder than he had before, leaving faint red marks. Tony undulated into the sheets, his movements urgent now.

“Steve, God, Steve.”

“So good, Tony,” Steve whispered. “You feel so good.”

“Oh, you – you too – Steve…” Tony clenched around hum, his body going tight. Steve held him harder as Tony shuddered, burying his face in Tony’s hair. It was a challenge, but he managed to hold off his own orgasm until Tony relaxed again, his body getting softer under Steve. Tony was pliant and yielding, and Steve sank even further into Tony’s body.

The heat was incredible. Steve thrust harder, more quickly, but still not urgently. He could feel the pressure building behind his eyes, in his groin. He held onto it as long as he could.

Tony stretched his arms out, and turned his head. He opened his eyes, so blue in the dim light, and gave Steve a sweet sated smile.

“God, Tony…” Steve moaned, and came.

He rested there, on Tony’s back, for a while. Sweat was drying on his skin and he was getting a little chilled. Tony’s breathing evened out, and slowed again. Steve hoped he was drifting back to sleep. He needed the rest. And Steve loved to hold him when he was like this, so soft and malleable. He fit perfectly against Steve’s body.

At last Steve was too cold to ignore it anymore, not without losing the afterglow completely. Reluctantly he slid off of Tony, pulling the covers up over his boyfriend while Steve padded to the bathroom. He carried back a warm, damp cloth, and cleaned Tony up quickly. Tony sighed and turned over, reaching for him.

“Just a minute,” Steve whispered. Tony smiled again, a small, happy smile, and Steve felt himself grin foolishly back.

With the cloth rinsed and hanging in the shower, Steve returned to the bed and climbed under the covers. Tony gathered him close, still sleepy and soft, and cuddled Steve to his chest.

“Everything okay?” he asked, hardly above a mumble. Looking up at him, Steve knew he wasn’t quite awake.

“Everything’s perfect,” he answered, kissing Tony’s chest, right where the arc reactor had been. Where the scars from heart surgery used to mar Tony’s lovely skin.

“Mm, good,” Tony sighed. And Steve knew he was almost asleep again. He pulled the covers tighter around them and closed his own eyes.

How could Sharon even begin to think she knew anything about Tony. About Steve and Tony. There was nothing he wanted or needed that Tony wouldn’t give him. He knew that so deeply he could feel it in his bones. Or maybe his heart.

He felt it everywhere. The peace and joy that Tony gave him. Hmm, he should give Tony something back, since their evening together had been interrupted.

Maybe tomorrow they could go out for burgers.

~~ last end ~~

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