Tony was finishing up his last run through on a new model for his new Iron Man suit, the sweat literally dripping from his brow with all the work he had endured that evening. He took off his goggles and welding gloves and put them on the table, the black tank top was soaked with sweat. He wiped his eyebrow as he chugged down the last bit of scotch he had left.
"You do realize it is two in the moring?" A voice said coming from the darkness of Tony's workshop.
"I wasn't aware, but thank god I have a living clock to guide me through my every day life," Tony said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
Steve stepped closer to Tony, his arms folded, his Captain Americ boots and pants still on, but his shirt gone, clearly still recovering from a fight from earlier. Steve walked closer to Tony, taking the glass from his hand.
"Now, that was unnecassary and quite rude if you ask me." Steve was not amused, but smirked at Tony's ever spewing wittiness.
"It is too late for you to be arguing with me, but everything away and go to bed." Steve demanded, a slight smirk on his face knowing he could command the great Tony Stark.
"You know, I think it is a little too late for you to be awake right now, don't old people have some sort of curfew or something?" Tony said as he packed up the rest of his equipement. He looked at Steve, just realising that he was shirtless, his muscles glistening in the soft light of the workshop. Tony could barely contain his dirty thoughts from rising.
Steve smiled at the old man jokes that Tony was so known for. He helped clean up what he could. He watched Tony at his work, admiring him for the genius Steve never really possessed. He looked as the sweat from the work early still slid down Tony's shoulders and down to his wrist, Steve was unable to control his face as he blushed.
Tony looked over at the blushing Captain. "What's wrong Cap? Having a hard time controling your dirty thoughts?" Tony smiled as what he thought was a joke was oh too true for him. He watched Cap blush slightly and then smile, as they met each other in a gaze.
The heat from each man started to rise as they gazed at each others chest. Tony blushed and looked away, thinking how could he be turned on by this man? This arrogant man who only thought in the heat of war. Steve smiled, knowing that he shouldn't be turned on by this man, because not only did the time he grew up in was telling him not to, but because this man was rude and self-cenetered.
Though Steve wanted this more than anything, he stepped closer to Tony and pulled the paperwork that Tony was gathering out of his hands. Tony looked up at him.
"What? Did you think I was serious? I was kidding Cap, take a joke would ya." Tony said trying to hide his true feelings.
Steve didn't falter, his gaze still stayed and his chest pulled in closer to Tony. Steve grabbed Tony's wrist and Tony looked down at Cap's hand, Steve continued to look at Tony. Tony felt an overwhelming urge to rip his clothes off and let their chest touch, but he was nervous because he had never done anything like this before.
"You shouldn't be afraid of this, it needs to happen...give in soldier." Steve said in a very condesnding and demanding manner.
Tony blushed and with a smirk looked at Steve and said, "How many times do I have to tell you I am not a soldier?"
Steve smiled, "How about just for tonight?"
Steve grabbed Tony's shirt and pulled him in for a passioniate and very strong kiss. Tony wanted to pull away, but at the same time he didn't because he wanted this as much as Steve did and let himself give in completely.