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Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Beta: None.
Notes: Cross-Posted from Tumblr. Also LJ has changed things and has confused me *squint* So if anything looks wonky, I do apologize.
Tony looks mussed and he’s frowning at his computer in a way that’s half-endearing and half-concerning. He’s started to really slump in his seat and he’ll sometimes just sit there for minutes at a time with his finger poised over a key. He’ll drift off and then snap back, shake his head, and try and remember what he was doing.
Steve managed to get him to go to bed for all of two hours the night previous before some kind of inspiration had hit him. Steve should have known better than to let him trace lines on his back with his finger, as nice as it had felt. When one is trying to get Tony Stark to sleep, letting him do anything with his hands is generally a bad idea. Or his mouth for that matter, and that included talking. Good grief, the things that man could say without so much as going pink.
It’s ten o’clock at night now and Steve is getting ready to go to bed, but he’s also trying to figure out the best way to get Tony in bed as well. This is supremely unhealthy. Maybe he could just pick him up and drag him to bed and then just keep a good grip on him. That might do the trick. He’d actually never thought to try that before. He’d tried to play the Get Tony Stark into Bed game the Tony Stark way. It was time to play it the Steve Rogers way.
“Tony,” he says, getting to his feet and going over to where Tony is sitting with his laptop. Tony doesn’t answer, absorbed in whatever it is he’s doing. ”Tony,” Steve tries again, this time taking hold of the dark-haired man’s hands and physically pulling them away from the keyboard.
“Wha—” Tony says, teetering slightly off balance as he cranes his neck to figure out who has dared to take him from his work. His feet splay out at odd angles and his back and arms tense as he works to keep from falling over, but Steve has a firm grip on his hands and it doesn’t take much to keep him upright.
“Stop working,” Steve says firmly. Tony blinks up at him in confusion, not understanding why Steve would say such a ridiculous thing.
“I’m going to bed,” Steve elaborates. ”And you need some sleep.”
“What? Oh, sure, just,” Tony tugs at his hands, trying to free him from Steve’s grip, something that proves to be impossible. ”Just give me five minutes, I’m right in the middle of—HOLY SHIT, STEVE, PUT ME DOWN!”
Steve doesn’t respond, tossing Tony unceremoniously over his shoulder and shutting the laptop.
“Steve!” Tony protests, sounding incredibly indignant and spoiled.
“Nope,” is all he gets in answer. ”Bed time.”
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Beta: None.
Notes: Cross-Posted from Tumblr. Also LJ has changed things and has confused me *squint* So if anything looks wonky, I do apologize.
Tony looks mussed and he’s frowning at his computer in a way that’s half-endearing and half-concerning. He’s started to really slump in his seat and he’ll sometimes just sit there for minutes at a time with his finger poised over a key. He’ll drift off and then snap back, shake his head, and try and remember what he was doing.
Steve managed to get him to go to bed for all of two hours the night previous before some kind of inspiration had hit him. Steve should have known better than to let him trace lines on his back with his finger, as nice as it had felt. When one is trying to get Tony Stark to sleep, letting him do anything with his hands is generally a bad idea. Or his mouth for that matter, and that included talking. Good grief, the things that man could say without so much as going pink.
It’s ten o’clock at night now and Steve is getting ready to go to bed, but he’s also trying to figure out the best way to get Tony in bed as well. This is supremely unhealthy. Maybe he could just pick him up and drag him to bed and then just keep a good grip on him. That might do the trick. He’d actually never thought to try that before. He’d tried to play the Get Tony Stark into Bed game the Tony Stark way. It was time to play it the Steve Rogers way.
“Tony,” he says, getting to his feet and going over to where Tony is sitting with his laptop. Tony doesn’t answer, absorbed in whatever it is he’s doing. ”Tony,” Steve tries again, this time taking hold of the dark-haired man’s hands and physically pulling them away from the keyboard.
“Wha—” Tony says, teetering slightly off balance as he cranes his neck to figure out who has dared to take him from his work. His feet splay out at odd angles and his back and arms tense as he works to keep from falling over, but Steve has a firm grip on his hands and it doesn’t take much to keep him upright.
“Stop working,” Steve says firmly. Tony blinks up at him in confusion, not understanding why Steve would say such a ridiculous thing.
“I’m going to bed,” Steve elaborates. ”And you need some sleep.”
“What? Oh, sure, just,” Tony tugs at his hands, trying to free him from Steve’s grip, something that proves to be impossible. ”Just give me five minutes, I’m right in the middle of—HOLY SHIT, STEVE, PUT ME DOWN!”
Steve doesn’t respond, tossing Tony unceremoniously over his shoulder and shutting the laptop.
“Steve!” Tony protests, sounding incredibly indignant and spoiled.
“Nope,” is all he gets in answer. ”Bed time.”