Standing in the bathroom looking at his reflection in the mirror, Tony tried to talk himself out of staying in the room with a stranger. He had said his name was Steve but what did he really know about him other than he liked to help strangers? With his wallet gone, his phone broken, and missing his ride to Boston, the last thing he had expected was to be sharing a room with Steve. Which, if he were honest wasn't really going to be a hardship. Looking at his reflection, Tony admonished himself for being so uncertain. He was Anthony Stark, son of Howard Stark and Stark men didn't do uncertainty. Chuckling softly to himself, Tony stripped out of his clothes, stepped into the shower and sighed at the feel of the hot spray.
He silently berated himself for a fool for entertaining the idea of there being something between them. "What exactly am I doing here?" Shaking his head, Tony finished up his shower, washing off the soap and then reaching out for a towel. Steve was a good person, way to good for a guy like him. Sighing as he dried off, Tony wasn't aware that similar thoughts ran through the head of his beautiful hero.
Steve stood in the middle of the room watching the bathroom door. He could hear the water in the shower running as he tried to figure out what to do about Tony. They'd been together for most of the night, most of it spent getting to know each other and the other half trying to find Tony a ride out to Boston. Biting his bottom lip, Steve tried not to think about the man behind the door. To not wonder about this stranger and how in such a short time he's changed his out look on life. Sighing, Steve stepped back from the door, unaware he'd even moved forward. He moved towards the mini bar and poured himself a drink. "God, what am I getting myself into?" He was nervous, more than he probably should be with a stranger but that wasn't all it was with Tony. It was the man himself, from the head of dark chestnut curls to rich, sable eyes, and his smile. Steve took a quick sip from the glass, hissing at the way the brandy burned as it went down. He set the glass down on the bar at the sound of the bathroom door opening and turned to see Tony standing there in a bath robe. "Hey." He said softly, he looked the man over from head to toe and knew he was in more trouble than he'd originally imagined.
"Hey yourself." Tony gave him a shy smile, fighting back the fluttering in his stomach. "I, uh, I hope I didn't use all the hot water."
Steve smiled, tilting his head in acknowledgment. "I'm sure you didn't, so if you will excuse me..." He drifted off as he nodded towards the bathroom.
"Oh, damn, yeah sorry, let me just..." Tony moved over towards the small table by the window. "We, uh, we still waiting on room service?"
"Yeah, they should be up in a few." Steve turned to the bathroom, walking in with the knowledge that Tony's dark gaze was watching him.
"What the ever living fuck am I doing?" Tony whispered to the now empty room. He stared at the closed door, running a hand over his stomach. "This is crazy, I should just leave right now. If I leave right now, Steve can enjoy his night and..." Tony stopped at the sound of a soft knock on the door, followed by a voice announcing room service. Glancing between the bathroom door and the room door, Tony decided to eat then figure out where to go from there. He wouldn't sleep with Steve, no matter how badly he wanted to but he would enjoy his time with him. Steve made him laugh and that was something he'd not done in a very long time.
When he opened the door, he smiled at the blushing young blond, ushering him into the room and directing him over to the small table. "You can, ummm, set everything there." He moved over to where Steve had set out the money for a tip. "Here, not sure if this is enough but..."
"Oh, no sir, the tip was paid with the bill. You have a nice night."
Tony nodded at the young man, giving him a dazzling smile as he pushed the cart towards the door and out the room. "And you have a good night as well. " He gave the small blond a wave as he left the room. He turned at the sound of the bathroom door opening and couldn't help the small grin that curved his lips as he looked at Steve. "Uh, room service just left."
Steve nodded, returning Tony's grin. "Great because I'm starving."
Tony chuckled, "I just bet, you've spent most of the night trying to help me. You must be tired and hungry."
"Not so much as tired as I am hungry. Running around New York can take a lot out of you." Steve walked over to the table and lifted the lids on the plates and grinned. "Cheeseburgers and fries." He turned back to Tony, his smile widening with his pleasure.
Tony stared at the two plates, jerking in surprise when his stomach let out a loud rumble. Flushing, he looked up at Steve and laughed. "Well, I guess I can agree with you there." He walked over to the table and looked back down at the plates. "Thank you, in case I haven't said so before. You, uh, y-you didn't have to help me but you did. Even when I was being a complete asshole to you."
Steve smiled at Tony, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribs as he held Tony's gaze. "You are very welcome, Tony." Steve whispered softly. Moving forward, he raised a hand up towards Tony's face, cupping his jaw gently. Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss against Tony's lips, letting out a soft sigh as Tony kissed him back. He pulled him closer, groaning at the feel of the hard body beneath the robe. Steve slid an arm around Tony's waist to keep him close to him as he slowly pulled back.
"No, Steve, wait, w-where are you going?" Tony whispered breathlessly. He slowly opened his eyes and stared up into dark baby blues filled with desire. Raising a hand, he brushed his fingers across Steve's beard and mustache, smiling in wonder at the feel of the soft hair. "You kissed me?"
"Been wanting to all night, figured it wouldn't be such a bad idea." Steve said softly. He stared at Tony in wonder, taking in the wire rimmed glasses, facial hair, and kiss swollen lips. "Want to again, if I'm honest with myself. "
Tony nodded, staring up at Steve in stunned silence. "Really?"
Steve smiled at his surprised tone. "Yeah, really." Leaning down, Steve pressed another kiss against Tony's lips, this time increasing the pressure. He couldn't help the small moan that left him as Tony pressed up into the kiss. He shivered at the feel of warm hands pressing against his back. Pulling back, he looked down at Tony. "Ready to eat?" He looked down at Tony, praying he couldn't tell what he was really asking.
God yes, as long as it's you. Tony blinked up at Steve as he pushed back the thought. "Y-yeah, we ummm, w-we should eat." He replied breathlessly. He felt the soft rumble of Steve's laughter as it moved through his chest. "I like cheeseburgers and fries."
Steve grinned, "Yeah, I seem to remember you telling me something like that earlier." He led Tony over to the bed, watching as he climbed up and got comfortable. Turning, Steve went to retrieve the plates from the table then headed back to the bed. "Come on, we can eat and watch a movie before we fall asleep."
Tony nodded, taking the plate held out to him. He set it down on the bed and waited until Steve got comfortable as well. It wasn't until Steve started eating did he take a bite of the burger. Tony would deny it later but now...all he could do was chew and groan as the flavor seemed to fill every pore of his body with pleasure. He started at the sound of Steve's chuckle, flushing as he looked at him from beneath his lashes.
"Good, is it?" Steve didn't hide the laughter from his voice, pleased to see Tony eating and enjoying it.
"Yeah, haven't eaten since yesterday, I think? I, uh, I'm not to sure." Tony looked down at his plate with a small frown. He always lost track of time when caught up in his work.
"Then it's a good thing you're with me, at least you get a good burger, fries, and shake." Steve grinned, taking another bite of his sandwich. "Plus we get to watch a cheesy hotel movie."
Tony let out a bark of laughter as he took a sip of his shake. "Well, what movie are we watching, since it's obviously going to be one we have never seen before."
Steve grinned as he pressed the on button on the remote and waited for the television set to light up. "Not sure but I know we can fill the time if it really stinks."
Tony looked up at Steve quickly, his thoughts moving through his head in quick succession. "Ummm, Steve, w-we can't...I-I mean, not tonight, i-if that's ok?"
Steve frowned at Tony's statement until understanding dawned. "Oh, god Tony, no! I-I didn't mean...look, you're gorgeous, ok but I wouldn't, not after everything you've been through tonight."
Tony nodded as Steve kept rambling. He thinks I'm gorgeous. He thinks I'm gorgeous and he doesn't even know my last name! Tony tried to hide the flush of pleasure that moved through him, looking up at Steve with a shy smile. "It's fine, I mean you haven't had an easy night either. What with going to your friends party and your ex being there." He watched the shadow that passed across Steve's face, held in a sigh of sadness at how down he suddenly looked.
"Yeah, well not like I wasn't expecting her to be there. I mean she is the maid of honor." Steve sighed. He didn't want to talk about Peggy and their past, he wanted to get to know Tony better. To figure out what a guy like him was even doing in New York. "So, ummm, ready to get to Boston tomorrow?"
Tony frowned as he looked down at his plate. "Not really, kind had a reason to leave in the first place and going back seems to make all of this seem like it was for nothing." He thought about Ty and the hell he was sure to go through when he got back to town. "Not to sure I want to go back to all the hell that is my life right now."
Steve moved closer to Tony, moving their plates over to the night stand and readjusting his position. "You know, the old man was right, you do have choices. If going back is something you don't want to do then..."
"I wish I didn't have to go back but I do." Tony interrupted Steve softly, a sad smile twisting his lips. He was beginning to rethink what they'd been told earlier as well. That maybe he did have a choice despite what Ty said. Maybe...just maybe that choice really was with Steve. "I need to make sure, despite everything he's done, I need to make sure that what I'm feeling isn't just rejection from one and rebound for the other. No matter how real it feels." Tony glanced up at Steve, his face heating from the look in Steve's eyes. "Plus, you, uh, you have Bucky's wedding in two months so..."
Steve felt a slow grin curve his lips as he watched Tony closely. "Yeah, well someone had the bright idea of telling him they were my date." He couldn't hold in the soft laugh as Tony ducked his head.
"Well, you seemed so uncomfortable around your ex and you've been trying to help me all night so I thought it was time I return the favor." Tony watched as Steve's grin widened. "Shut up, I have my moments." He chuckled softly.
Steve nudged Tony with his foot, watching him as a warm feeling flooded his chest. "You do and they mean a lot more than maybe even you realize." He said softly. He hated that Tony was going back to an abusive boyfriend, someone who didn't understand him nor appreciate him. It also worried him, Tony had mentioned some physical abuse in the past as well and he hoped he'd be spared the hell upon his return. Reaching over and giving Tony's hand a squeeze, Steve turned to the television, searching for a movie for them to watch.
They spent the night talking and laughing about anything and everything that came to mind. Neither wanted to think about how time was winding down. They didn't talk about the mutual attraction between them or the desire to explore it further. They kept the conversation light and fun, enjoying the others presence for as long as they were allowed.