Everything about Steve Rogers grates on his nerves. His voice, his good looks and his all around perfection. It was all irritating and yet Tony Stark finds himself fascinated by the Cap. That pisses him off more than anything. Oh he had heard the stories from his father. How the Cap had once been a puny kid, trying desperately to get into the military and having been rejected every time. The Cap, back when he was still just Steve Rogers hadn't just been small but sickly. Tony remembers his father telling him that Steve had every ailment under the sun but there had been a bravery and a genuine goodness to the man that made him the perfect candidate. Tony had been a child at the time and was less interested in his father's wild science experiments than bugs on the wall. In fact, Tony grew tired of hearing his father rave about Captain America. A paradigm of goodness and virtue.

Now, he could see all the reasons his father had been so enamored by the Cap and he hates it. Hates himself for being just as enamored with him.

Tony is trying to focus on what Bruce is saying but it's hard when Steve is hanging around, looking self-righteous and beautiful. Tony has the urge to smack the shit out of him and then shoving him against the wall and kissing him breathless. He feels guilty over his body betraying him this way, betraying Pepper but when Steve glances towards him and their eyes meet, all thoughts of Pepper fizzle away. There's only Steve in that moment and Tony feels his heart pounding in his chest. He's been caught staring at the Cap and even when he looks away, he knows he's been caught. Tony curses him and forces his attention back to Bruce but his science buddy has stopped speaking. Bruce looks between Tony and the Cap and a small smile plays on his lips. Tony has to force himself to not punch the man. A quick glance from his peripheral lets him know that Steve is still watching him but he's distracted suddenly by Fury and Tony breathes a sigh of relief. This is all so stupid and Tony needs to get out of the room. Now.

The rooms that are assigned to the Avengers on the aircraft are plain and depressingly white. There's nothing comforting about them and as Tony lies in the narrow bunk he misses his penthouse in New York City. Sure, he knows that he's priveleged and spoiled but doesn't care. That's what it means to be a Stark and he isn't going to complain.

His thoughts are interrupted by a faint knocking at his door and he sits up straight, wondering who is trying to bother him. Tony groans and slides out of the bed, trudging across the short distance of the room to the door and punches the button on the wall. The air-locked door releases and slides open and standing on the outside is the last person he expected to see paying him a visit in the middle of the night.

Steve Rogers.

Tony doesn't say anything, his face contorts into a look of confusion and Steve looks surprised. Surprised that Tony answered the knock or surprised that he's there? Tony doesn't know and the silence drags on for what feels like hours. Finally, Tony breaks it.

"What do you want?" It isn't exactly the greeting that he had in mind but whatever.

Steve wets his lips and an odd feeling zings through Tony and he wants to slam the door in the man's face. "I didn't think you would answer the door. I just...why do you keep staring at me?"

Tony is shocked and he takes a step back which Steve takes as an invitation and comes into the room, reaching to the wall and hitting the button so the door closes.

"Well?"

"What are you talking about?" Tony plays dumb but he's not that great of an actor.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Steve replies. "You think I don't notice but I do. I notice it every time."

Tony smirks, stepping into his usual snarky attitude. "You're more conceited than I though. Look buddy, if I am staring at you it's because I'm trying to figure out the best way to kick your ass. I can't stand you."

Steve face contorts into a scowl and he visibly grits his teeth. "The feeling is entirely mutual but if you would quite staring at me, I'd appreciate it. It's really creepy."

Tony quels the want to shake the man in front of him and as Steve turns to go a million thoughts run through his mind. Captain America is just about to walk out of his door and on impulse, before he even realizes what he's doing, Tony grabs hold of Steve and turns him around. His hands are on Steve's shoulders and he pushes him against the closed door, his lips finding the Cap's and kisses him, hard. He can feel Steve go rigid beneath his touch and he waits to be shoved away or punched. He's not sure which the Cap would be more likely to do. When neither happens and Steve's body starts to relax Tony is shocked. He actually doesn't know what to do next but that doesn't matter because Steve has taken the initiative. His hands have found their way to Tony's waist and he's pushing himself off the wall. He's larger in stature than Tony and uses that to his advantage as Steve pushes the man towards the bed.

Tony's tongue acts on its own, prying open Steve's lips and dancing against the soft muscle that lay just beyond. A small groan escapes Steve and it sends bolts of electricy down Tony's spine. The next thing he knows is that they're on his narrow bed, clothes are being ripped from their bodies and they're a mess of hands, tongues and lips.

Tony is shuddering beneath Steve and his skin feels more alive than it ever has before. His naked body is broken out into goosebumps and he's equally excited and terrified about what may be about to transpire.

Then something completely unexpected happens and Steve uses his strength to flip Tony over so that his stomach is pressed to the thin mattress. Tony recovers quickly from the shock and has just enough time to get to his hands and knees before Steve presses into him, his cock hard and slick inside of him. Tony wonders at what point he'd had a chance to lube up but it doesn't matter. His eyes have rolled into the back of his head and he lets out a long, pleasured moan. That only seems to encourage the Cap and he shoves into him harder, faster causing Tony's body to writhe beneath him.

Steve isn't unskilled and he's holding Tony's hips so tightly that there are sure to be bruises in the morning but he can't stop. He won't stop. He'll fuck Tony so hard that the infamous Iron Man will see stars. He's panting, waves of pleasure passing through him as Tony's back arches from his ministrations. It's going to fast and he's going to come too soon. This has been long awaited and all the sexual tension is coming in droves. Steve reaches around and takes hold of Tony's cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts. Tony's is moaning so loudly that Steve is sure the entire aircraft will hear them.

Then it happens and he comes inside Tony, letting out a cry of pure pleasure, his body trembling. Tony spills into his hand and shudders beneath him. When it's over, they both collapse onto the bed exhausted and panting. Their bodies are slick with sweat and their bodies radiate the afterglow of sex. For a long time they don't say anything, not wanting to end the magic so soon.

Finally, Tony looks over to Steve and smirks faintly. "Get out."

For a moment, Steve looks shocked and then he rolls his eyes. "If you say so."

Tony watches as Steve slides from the bed and redresses, letting his eyes drink in the beauty of the man he's just slept with. Just before Steve is about to step through the door, he turns back to Tony.

"Tomorrow night?"

"Same time, same place."