AN: I have no explanation for this other than that I was watching Dirty Dancing...yeah...here this goes... XD
Tony knocked on the door, his knuckles rasping against the splinters and plywood that made up the entrance. He honestly half expected Steve to not even hear him over the sound of the rain outside and the music pouring through the cracks in the walls. He even considered turning back, making up an excuse, telling himself to forget about it and just let the rain wash it all away. He must have forgotten the affect Steve's mere presence had on his state of mind, the way just the sight of those muscles melted his brain into goo, and of course Steve wasn't wearing a shirt.
"Tony? What are you doing out there, you're soaked!" he may have made a mumbled noise of confirmation, or something to that affect, but he couldn't be sure with the way his brain had latched onto the drop of sweat rolling down Steve's chest and his ears were filled with a buzzing he couldn't even hear through.
"-ony, Tony, TONY? Are you okay?" Steve's clear blue eyes were peering into his, his brown creased with concern.
"When…when did you get so close?" Tony furrowed his brow, still unable to process much with the way Steve was pressed so close to him, his arms bracketing him against the wall and supporting most of his weight.
"Geez Tony, you're starting to worry me. Are you on something? Do I need to call your father?" and if that didn't sober him up right away, his palms pressed against hard muscle as he tried to push Steve far enough away just so he could think!
He managed to disengage enough, strutting across the small room with a confidence he definitely did not have under the pretense of checking out the records Steve had lined against the wall.
"I came by to check on you…and to see how Peggy is after…well…you know…" the case of the record felt slick in his hand, his brain dimly noting it was new, anything to keep his focus, to keep his nerve for what he was about to do.
"Peggy is doing fine, great even…thanks to you." Tony nearly jumped out of his skin, startled by the way Steve's palms slid around his hips to rest on chest, his breath hot against his ear.
Oh yeah, he was such a big strong guy, running off to get daddy but he knew better than to say anything, already picturing the flash of defiance in Steve's eyes as he would jump to his defense.
"Dance with me Tony?" they were already swaying, their hips pressed firm together back to front, the soft strains of some unidentified music whispering through the air.
"I don't know how to dance." Steve just huffed, the breath tickling his ear and the laugh sending a pleasant tingle down his spine.
"You can do anything Tony." Steve spun him fast, pulling him around against his front and there was no hiding the affect he had on Tony.
He couldn't hold back the whimper that escaped from his lips, his hips moving on their own as Steve slipped a muscled thigh in between his legs.
"If, ah, if this is what dancing is like, I would have learned ages ago." His smirk a little marred by the color high on his cheeks and the way he couldn't control the little unconscious thrusts of his hips.
He didn't miss the edge of irritation that marked Steve's chuckle, or the way his grip turned to steal for just a moment.
"You tell me if anyone else ever touches you like this, okay?" the possession in those words sent a thrill straight through him.
"Ye-yeah, okay. Yeah." Tony barely noticed the change in the song, distracted by the slip slide of cotton sheets against his skin as Steve laid him out against the bed and proceeded to make damn sure Tony knew who he belonged to.
AN: Comments, critic, welcome. :)