Hello guys, welcome to Middlepoint. This text contains Slash Steve x Tony and sugestion of adult themes.
I don't own anything here, I'm not getting paid for writting it, but I still want my friend Camaleao to get happy with this little gift. First time doing something in english and with Marvel characters, so be gentle. Be aware of minor grammar mistakes.
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"I heard you never been good with women. I'm great with them, Cap – but let's be sincere, I'm great with everything."
I should start from the beginning but I'm not sure what I could call a beginning. Tony Stark always seems to be in the middle of something like it even had an initial point . It's just happening carefree of where it came from or where it will end, or become.
Its seems that he just don't care, either. 'Why I should care with details? It feels good now, so now's the time to enjoy it.' He told me once, before hanging with a scotch in one hand and a brunette in the other, disappearing on the middle of his own party.
I'm an old fashioned guy. I'm not used to his bohemian style - or how they call now 'playboy' style. That's one of the reasons why this situation is so… odd.
Tony's getting drunk and I can't do it. You know, half a bottle and all the difference its five minutes ago I had to pee.
"But tell, me Cap, did you dream with that agent or with your army friend Ducky?"
"I don't remember Mr. Stark. And his name was Bucky."
"I've told you, stop with this Mr Stark thing already." He finished one more glass. "But you dream now, right?"
"Yeah, I guess."
He laughs. "You know, sometimes I imagine if you have that kind of dream in B&W!"
Oh boy. It would be easier to deal with Tony's vintage porn jokes if I could drown on alcohol and barely listen to them.
"C'mon, you've been frozen for 70 years, you must be horny. Lucky you that I'm a connoisseur of this matters, Cap."
"Stark, you're completely drunk."
Tony approaches giving me a smile full of meaning. Not that sarcastic smirk he transformed in personal signature, but something pretty much human. His arms wrapped around me, leading his scent of perfume and scotch right through my brain and that's the exactly moment when I fell my heart shocking against his reactor.
Okay, a wasted Tony Stark is capable of hugging. Don't freak out, Steve. Not that I have a motive to freak out. I mean, is just the alcohol and not that's his alcohol is bad, it's just this is not a big de-
His lips are pressed against mine and before I can think his tongue is inside my mouth. Its softer than I could imagine coming from a guy like him. As his hands moves through my body they scream sex but also loudly whispers love.
"You know, you're a nice guy. I'm being an asshole and you still answer my questions and don't even curse. " he smiles at me again, this time almost smirking. "I could fall in love with that, Steve. For now, let me enjoy you."
This time I know he's really drunk., but I can't help feeling my lower belly burns when he calls my name. It's just intoxicating.
"Try to get the best angle you can, J.A.R.V.I.S" he says at last, laying me down the couch and shutting me up with his lips, before I can complain.
Tony Stark is always in the middle of something. And this time he drags me with him.
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Notes: if you want to imagine the end of this scene, please put Steve on top. Other way is just too bizarre. XD
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