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[fic] If there's one thing I know for sure (Stark Resilient fic)
Title: If There's One Thing I Know For Sure
Word count: 470
Rating: PG-13 for everyone who doesn't understand Filipino. R for those who do.
Warnings: Tomfoolery and drunken ramblings in Filipino and imminent costume sex
Summary: Never get Tim Cababa drunk at a costume party.
Characters/Pairings: Main Steve/Tony, canon slash Pimacher/Tim Cababa (Tony's Stark Resilient engineers)
Notes: Brain fart. That's what this fic is. Also a tribute to my love for Stark Resilient's gay boyfriends and my excitement at the reveal of which character in Stark Resilient is actually Spymaster. Yay!
The last thing Steve expected to find when he went looking for Tony was a house (a nice house, he admitted, modern and homey at the same time) whose living room was filled with drunken engineers in Avengers costume.
Or for that matter, a black-haired man in an Iron Man suit that wasn't actually Tony Stark.
"Ah, 'kaw pala," the young man drawled, looking like he was about to tip over. He was obviously drunk, but it seemed like the weight and the stiffness of the admittedly impressive makeshift armor he was wearing kept him on his feet.
"Sorry, I was looking for Tony," Steve said carefully. "You are..."
"Tim Cababa," he answered calmly. "One of Stark Resilient's resident bitches."
Steve nodded awkwardly, wondering if he was this loose-tongued when he wasn't drunk. He sincerely hoped not.
"Bossing's in the back," Tim said flippantly, moving past Steve with a pointed thumb.
"Kung mahahanap mo siyang naka bukaka ang paa... gamitin mo na rin.Sarap mo naman, kaya pala may gusto si Tony sa iyo." Tim bade absently in what was unmistakably a lascivious tone, probably not completely directed at him. For the life of him, Steve had no idea what the younger man meant, but from the tone of his voice, he didn't think he wanted to know.
He found Tony in the back in what looked like a surveillance room, linked to different cameras in parts of the house.
"Tony, I--"
"One sec, Steve," Tony said quickly.
Steve wrinkled his brow bewilderedly. "What exactly are you looking at, anyway?"
"An idea. Kid's a genius. Remember what I brought up last week about the uniform?" Tony asked.
Steve sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "Tony, I told you, we are not going to.... have sex... in costume," he said, still uncomfortable with referring to their... nightly activities so frankly.
"So you said!" Tony responded with a distinct look of glee. "But if you just saw how it looked..."
"I don't think I'll ever see how it looks, Tony," Steve sighed.
"Oh ye of little faith," Tony said, gesturing to the video feed.
Steve leaned over, his eyes widening comically at the sight.
There was the young man he met earlier, Tim Cababa, still in costume, grinding against a blond on the couch in drunken passion. The blond, who was a just a bit larger than Tim (even the proportions were right, damn) was wearing the full Captain America costume, cowl pulled down and hair mussed as the two made out like no one was watching.
By all counts, no one should have been.
"Tony--"
"Steve--"
"Let's go."
And marking up a victory in his head, Tony licked his lips lecherously and shut off the feed, making a mental note to add onto Cababa and Pimacher's Christmas bonuses.
Word count: 470
Rating: PG-13 for everyone who doesn't understand Filipino. R for those who do.
Warnings: Tomfoolery and drunken ramblings in Filipino and imminent costume sex
Summary: Never get Tim Cababa drunk at a costume party.
Characters/Pairings: Main Steve/Tony, canon slash Pimacher/Tim Cababa (Tony's Stark Resilient engineers)
Notes: Brain fart. That's what this fic is. Also a tribute to my love for Stark Resilient's gay boyfriends and my excitement at the reveal of which character in Stark Resilient is actually Spymaster. Yay!
The last thing Steve expected to find when he went looking for Tony was a house (a nice house, he admitted, modern and homey at the same time) whose living room was filled with drunken engineers in Avengers costume.
Or for that matter, a black-haired man in an Iron Man suit that wasn't actually Tony Stark.
"Ah, 'kaw pala," the young man drawled, looking like he was about to tip over. He was obviously drunk, but it seemed like the weight and the stiffness of the admittedly impressive makeshift armor he was wearing kept him on his feet.
"Sorry, I was looking for Tony," Steve said carefully. "You are..."
"Tim Cababa," he answered calmly. "One of Stark Resilient's resident bitches."
Steve nodded awkwardly, wondering if he was this loose-tongued when he wasn't drunk. He sincerely hoped not.
"Bossing's in the back," Tim said flippantly, moving past Steve with a pointed thumb.
"Kung mahahanap mo siyang naka bukaka ang paa... gamitin mo na rin.Sarap mo naman, kaya pala may gusto si Tony sa iyo." Tim bade absently in what was unmistakably a lascivious tone, probably not completely directed at him. For the life of him, Steve had no idea what the younger man meant, but from the tone of his voice, he didn't think he wanted to know.
He found Tony in the back in what looked like a surveillance room, linked to different cameras in parts of the house.
"Tony, I--"
"One sec, Steve," Tony said quickly.
Steve wrinkled his brow bewilderedly. "What exactly are you looking at, anyway?"
"An idea. Kid's a genius. Remember what I brought up last week about the uniform?" Tony asked.
Steve sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "Tony, I told you, we are not going to.... have sex... in costume," he said, still uncomfortable with referring to their... nightly activities so frankly.
"So you said!" Tony responded with a distinct look of glee. "But if you just saw how it looked..."
"I don't think I'll ever see how it looks, Tony," Steve sighed.
"Oh ye of little faith," Tony said, gesturing to the video feed.
Steve leaned over, his eyes widening comically at the sight.
There was the young man he met earlier, Tim Cababa, still in costume, grinding against a blond on the couch in drunken passion. The blond, who was a just a bit larger than Tim (even the proportions were right, damn) was wearing the full Captain America costume, cowl pulled down and hair mussed as the two made out like no one was watching.
By all counts, no one should have been.
"Tony--"
"Steve--"
"Let's go."
And marking up a victory in his head, Tony licked his lips lecherously and shut off the feed, making a mental note to add onto Cababa and Pimacher's Christmas bonuses.