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cap_ironman2010-05-18 01:12 am
(FIC) Mouths of Madness ch.5
Author: GlasgowSmiles
Rating: R
Warning/Spoilers: AU (multiverse)
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Word Count: 2,063
Beta: The fantastic ellyr_in_ink and any mistakes are mine
A/N: The promised sequel to 'You Were Made For Me'
Summary: Hey, remember how Anthony shows up with a dire warning and then it's practically a romantic freakin' comedy and nobody fights any aliens? Yeah, I didn't forget about that. This time there's action. And by action, I now mean BOW-CHIKA-WOW-WOW!
Oh yeah.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
Tony’s penthouse across town was about what Steve should have expected—very sleek, very modern, and not at all lived-in, but the bedroom... the bedroom had everything the somewhat sterile living area lacked. It was still sleek and modern, but the lighting was warmer, the sheets were red satin, the view was amazing, and it opened very organically into the gorgeous master bath.
Steve let out a low whistle. “Nice place you’ve got here.”
Tony shrugged nervously. “Honestly, most of the time, I prefer being at the Avengers’ mansion. Maybe... it’s what I always missed having, a house full of crazy people, but I didn’t want us to be disturbed. I figured... this was better, for that.”
Steve kissed him gently, trailing kisses along his jawline as he helped strip the armor away. “Not being disturbed sounds awful nice, yeah.”
“Join me in a shower first?”
“Join...” His face burned. “Yeah. Sure. No reason why that should be a big deal or anything. I’m pretty used to public showering.”
“Oh, you make it sound so boring.” Tony’s eyes sparkled. “Public showering, that sounds like ‘keep your hands and eyes to yourself.’”
“Usually, yes. I mean, there’s a level of acceptable horseplay, but ogling isn’t a part of it in most situations, so... I don’t know. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking... that I definitely want a shower, before just about anything else, and I was thinking you probably also felt you might benefit from one. It’s been a grueling couple of days.”
“Almost a week. I think in all that I got to shower exactly once.” Steve chuckled.
“Half a week.”
“More than half.”
“Anyway, the important point,” Tony smiled, stealing a quick peck. “I want a shower, I thought you’d want a shower, and it would conserve water if we both took the same shower...”
“Water’s important.” Steve nodded.
“Plus, I wouldn’t have to let you out of my sight.”
“Oh, so you do have ulterior motives.”
“Plus, I could touch you... you could touch me... I wanted our first time to be in a bed—or I would have let you take me up against the wall when you stopped me by the door that time.”
Steve went red to the tips of his ears. “Uh, wow... I didn’t think—I mean, I don’t think I would have—“
“But there’s no reason why we couldn’t just... start things a little early.”
Tony had the kind of eyelashes that were practically indecent on a man, thick and dark and just a little long, and he knew it. With Steve’s height, it wasn’t hard to look up through them at just the right angle. Steve nodded, and Tony smiled.
Steve followed Tony to the shower, where Tony finished stripping with a luxurious stretch. Steve touched his back lightly, tracing the flex and extension of muscle.
“Like what you see?” Tony turned to grin over his shoulder, teasing air dissolving when he saw the look of awe on Steve’s face. “Oh, wow. You—you actually really do, don’t you?”
Steve swallowed. “Yes.”
“I—I usually talk myself up a lot with people, because I don’t—Wow.”
Steve kissed one shoulder blade, resting there a moment and inhaling deeply. “You smell like metal. ‘n sweat.”
“I did tell you I needed a shower.”
“No, I—it’s okay.” Another kiss, several more up the back of his neck, until the last one was in his hair.
Tony stepped forward to start the water. Behind him he could hear Steve getting out of uniform. He didn’t turn around to watch, although the idea was tempting. He got rid of his own underwear and waited for Steve to come around and follow him in.
“Hope the soap I have is okay.”
“... Soap is soap.” Steve blinked.
“Oh, then you’re gonna love my soap. Because it is so much better than anything you could call ‘just soap.’”
“It looks like soap to me.”
“Yes, but it’s caffeinated.” Tony grinned.
Steve laughed. “Why am I not surprised?”
“I guess you know me too well. And for some reason you like me anyway...”
“I love you anyway.” Steve cupped Tony’s chin, forcing him to meet a very earnest gaze. “For a lot of reasons, and clearly, it’s not a fluke ‘cause I’ve seen at least five versions of us... you know, definitely together as a couple. So... so believe me, okay? I think you’re—I know you’re worth it.”
“Heavy.”
“Hasn’t anyone been in love with you before?”
He shook his head. “Not like this.”
“Well... maybe I shouldn’t complain, since that means I get to keep you to myself, but I wish you’d believe me.”
“I do believe you. I don’t understand you. I think you’re absolutely insane, but I believe you. I mean, it’s you.”
Steve leaned forward and kissed his nose. “Good.”
“I love you, you know. I—I mean, I... Well, I realize I—Anyway, I do.”
“I know.” Steve smiled.
Tony checked the water temperature and went to the medicine cabinet. “Should be hot enough for you.”
Steve shrugged and stepped under the spray. “Taken a lot of cold showers before, too. Oh! Uh, I mean... You know...”
He saw Tony fish out a jar of Vaseline and blushed.
“In the Army, yeah.”
“Uh, Tony... I thought you, um... the, ah, the bed, for the first—“
“Huh? Oh!” He doubled over trying not to laugh. “No, this is—ow!—this is purely medical. Although... I’m not opposed to taking it with us...” A waggle of eyebrows. “Anyway, I’ll be in in a minute,”
Steve watched Tony clean up the healing wound over his side and slather Vaseline on his chest with a grimace before getting into the shower.
“Does it hurt?”
“The almost-bite wound? Little bit, if I move wrong, but it’s a lot better.”
“What about...?” His hand hovered in the air over Tony’s heart. “Is it hard to deal with?”
“No.” Tony smiled gently. “I’ve had that for a while. We’re used to each other. It’s not that high-maintenance, nothing like when I couldn’t even take the Iron Man breastplate off. It’s really pretty easy now, except that it’s the least fun way to get petroleum jelly all over your fingers...”
“Could you... Could you show me how, sometime? So that next time you do something stupid to take yourself out of commission, I can take care of you?”
“Yeah.” Tony grabbed a washcloth, lathering it liberally with his caffeinated soap and running the end product over Steve’s chest. “I’ll show you the ins and outs of the whole thing. Poetic, almost. I’m literally giving you the key to my heart.”
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By the time they got out of the shower, Tony was practically falling asleep on Steve’s shoulder, trying to apologize through a yawn.
“You need to rest. We both do.”
“But we were gonna have sex...” Tony whined softly.
“We still can when we wake up. Nap first...” Steve yawned as well. “Wow, that’s really contagious, isn’t it? C’mon, I promise, I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Tony blinked up at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t bother getting dressed.”
“Okay.” Steve laughed, gathering the covers up over both of them, letting the sheets stick ever so slightly to damp skin and pulling the comforter up past Tony’s shoulder so that it blocked out the light from the window. “Cozy enough?”
Tony pulled Steve close, hitching one leg across him. “Cozy.”
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When Steve woke up, the first thing he was aware of was his own hard-on. The second was Tony’s. After that, other things filtered into his consciousness. The pillows, the blankets, the comfortable weight of limbs thrown across his own, the warm breath blowing over the hollow of his throat, hair silk-soft under his cheek.
He shifted to look down at Tony, naked and curled against and around him, not yet awake. Calm for once, which was nice, and utterly gorgeous, which was... also nice. Steve let his hand skim down Tony’s side, avoiding the fresh bandage over the healing gash, sliding down one toned thigh.
“Mm... morning.”
“I think it’s evening.”
“Either way.” Tony shifted, moaning slightly. “Oh... very good morning. Evening. Whatever. Hi there.”
“Hi.” Steve blushed. “Awake?”
“Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, so to speak.” He moved his hips forward again. “You?”
“Very awake. Very... uh, wow. Yeah. That’s nice.”
They kissed, gently at first, Tony rolling his hips into Steve’s, Steve sliding his body under Tony’s.
“This okay?” Tony gasped the words out in the brief pause between kisses, coming back harder now, teeth worrying gently at Steve’s lower lip, only for his tongue to soothe over the marks.
“Uh-huh.” Steve nodded, his mouth dragging across Tony’s. He could feel the rasp of beard against his chin and jaw and the slide of saliva all along his lower lip when he broke the kiss, and he returned to it readily. It wouldn’t be that hard to get off to this, just this: the way Tony sucked on his tongue now, the hand exploring his chest, the cock sliding against his, the solid weight of muscle that pressed him back into the bed; the fact that it his experience was few and far between and never anything like Tony, the fact that with the hectic battle they’d been thrown into, he’d barely had a moment to himself in four days, which didn’t leave much opportunity to take matters into his own hands, either.
The fact that Tony wanted him and needed him and loved him, and seemed to be trying desperately to communicate all the want and need and love through touch alone. That was a really big part of it. Steve slipped one hand between their bodies, trapping them both in one fist and sliding up and down in quick, uneven strokes until Tony was spilling out over his stomach, and that was all he needed, that and the little sound of pure unhinged pleasure that was gasped out into his mouth as they kissed.
“That was really good,” Steve panted.
“Uh-huh.” Tony managed to roll off him, limbs shaky, grin wide and beaming. “Really good. You’ve got nice hands, you know that?”
He shrugged. “You, too. Nice lots of things.”
Tony ratcheted the ‘dazzling’ on his grin up a notch. “I’ll take it.”
“We should eat something in a minute.”
“Yeah,” Tony said, in a tone which stated quite plainly ‘I don’t plan on getting out of this bed for hours’.
Steve sighed and got up. “Do you have a bathrobe?”
“Why?”
“Because I’d rather not stroll into the kitchen naked.”
“Know my armoire? Second drawer.”
“I’m not finding a bathrobe, just—Oh.” Steve looked over with a smile he just knew was goofy. “These...”
“I took the liberty. Went ahead and bought some sweatpants and t-shirts and things in your size. You know, so if you wound up staying over at the penthouse...”
“That’s nice.”
“After all, it’s not like I don’t have everything I need on hand if I stay at the Avengers’ mansion.”
“I’ll be right back.” Steve came back over to the bed to kiss Tony on the cheek, then he slipped into the sweatpants and padded out of the room. “Be back with sandwiches!”
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No one had ever really taken time to take care of Tony before. Jarvis and Pepper and Rhodey all did their best to keep him from self-destructing, of course, but nobody he’d been romantically involved with had ever taken care of him.
Steve fed him roast beef sandwiches in bed and massaged away sore spots and had actually tucked him in as he fell asleep.
Steve was... good for Tony.
Steve thought Tony deserved to be with someone who was good for him.
This was a lot to take in.
Right now, Steve was napping again, next to the empty sandwich plate, his hair sticking up on one side, his sweatpants low on his hips. He’d stayed. Not just while they slept, not just until after the sex; he’d stayed, fed them, and fallen asleep again. If Tony fell asleep, every indication was Steve would still be there when he woke up. Whenever that was.
Tony scooted over, moving the plate to the floor, and pressed himself up against Steve.
When he woke up, Steve’s arm was wrapped tight around him.
---FIN---
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“I—I usually talk myself up a lot with people, because I don’t—Wow.”
Oh, Tony. *pets him*
“I love you, you know. I—I mean, I... Well, I realize I—Anyway, I do.”
*giggle* Finally just spits it out, then falls back to his normal babbling. Aw.
When he woke up, Steve’s arm was wrapped tight around him.
Double Aw... Maybe someday, just maybe, Steve will be able to convince him that he's really worth loving.
The only bad part here is that very last word. :P I love your writing. Thanks so much for this story. :)
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Yeah, I love Tony and his issues. *also pets him*
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Yes, I think Marvel really needs to jump on this sex-with-Steve-will-fix-all-Tony's-issues thing... *g*
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More from you soon?
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Thanks, and I'm working on it! *grins, salutes*
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