TONY'S POV
I am not an asshole. At least, I don't cheat. Or, I didn't. Fuck him. Fuck this. Fucking – OH!
"Fuck, Steve," I moan wantonly as again, for what is like the umpteenth time this week, we're screwing. Or, more appropriately, he's screwing me. And it's fucking brilliant.
I hate myself for wanting this, I really do. Don't get me wrong, I fucking love Pepper. I do. She's my best friend and my girlfriend for many reasons. But, after a while, I couldn't help myself. Steve wasn't the easiest to ignore.
He lives in the apartment right across from mine, and I swear to God from the second he moved in he was game for torturing me. Do you know he literally comes to get the paper with nothing on but holding a dishcloth over his groin? He drives me insane, but I think maybe, maybe, I am falling a bit in love with him. And I hate myself for it.
As he leans down to kiss me again, I know that he really does love me. It started for him as just a tease, then I was a conquest, and the longer it took the more he was convinced he was in love with me. He always asks me the same question at the end of each time we spend together.
As we reach our peaks, and he pulls out and away, I know it's time for that question again. "Please, Tony, will you leave her? For me, please? I will give you everything you could ever want, I will love you more than she ever could, please?"
It's been two years. Two years of this question. Today, out of all days, as I look into his beautiful blue eyes – my answer can't be the same as always. Today, things are going to change. "Yes, I think, I think I can do that."
Steve looks up, shock and joy apparent across his face. "Really, I mean, I thought you just…but this is, this is fantastic!"
I frowned. "Thought I just what?"
"I thought you just were going to infinitely use me as your mistress. Honestly, I don't have much going for me. I am a gym teacher because I can't do much else after my time in the army, and I am not an intellectual match for you. I kept hoping, but honestly, I never thought," Steve said, sadness reaching his features as he tried to turn away.
"No," I said softly. "No, you don't turn away." I pulled his face back up to look at mine and kissed him softly before looking back at him again. "I love you, you beautiful man. Not because you are gorgeous, but that is certainly a plus. I see your artwork and you know, you know, you need to be out doing art instead of letting those high school kids get you down. I guess I never realized just how much you needed to hear that, or how much I needed to hear that. I passed this off as just cheating because, well, my girlfriend was cheating on me with my old best friend and I got angry at her and you were there for me. And that was how this all started, infinitely. She gets to be forgiven every time and that just was killing you, and it was killing me."
"I love you too, but I guess you already know that," Steve said softly, leaning in and wrapping his arms around me in a warm embrace. "So, what do you say, run away with me?"
I smiled, pulling away and nodding. "Let's go into our own little piece of forever now."