Waiting in line sucked. It REALLY sucked. Tony couldn't help but fidget uncomfortably. The swarm of crabby vacationers, the heat of the boiling sun, and the almost non-existent one-step forward every few minutes was enough to drive anyone crazy, even a genius playboy billionaire philanthropist.
As his eyes roved the crowd trying to find something to entertain himself for the next what, hour?, he felt Steve squeeze his hand. "Hey, come on." They moved forward an inch, making Tony finally let out a groan. "This is going to take all day Steve, really." Steve frowned. "Well, if you want we can go ride something else…" He obviously wants to ride it, I'll wait. "No no, it's okay, it'll be worth it." Standing a bit behind the super-soldier, his eyes fell onto the other's shoulders. They were wide and muscular, defined against the tight flex shirt he wore. The arches traced down, accentuating every little perfection that was Steve Rogers. Tony licked his bottom lip, eyes continuing their trip downward. Fuck, he was lucky...
Stepping side-ways, his eyes went back up to the male's face. He had such an angular jaw, it really fit his title as THE Captain America. Steve's eyes. Steve's chest. Steve's abs. "Tony….Tony….baby?!" Tony snapped back to reality, everyone staring. The confused staff member holding the gate open repeated herself for the 3rd time. "…I said you could go?.." Tony blinked, realizing they were in the front of the line somehow. "Oh uh, right sorry." He followed Steve onto the ride, the harness securing the two together firmly. Had he really just gotten lost in staring at Steve? Oh yeah, he was lucky….