A/N – Enjoy! ^0^
Burning
Tony's POV
I just sat there on the kitchen bench, eating some blueberries as I watched Steve took the frozen pizza out of its packaging and put it into the oven. The man had to bend down to reach the oven he was so tall, which gave me a mighty fine view of his backside. I just stared at it, mesmerised by it. My mind must've drifted off before I realised that he was now standing upright and staring back at me.
"What are you looking at Tony?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I stuttered as I tried to think of an answer.
"I…I…I was just-uh- just admiring…uh… your…JEANS!" I managed to spit out. The man's face just contorted to an even more confused expression.
"I always wear these jeans though…" He trailed off.
'Damn it!' I thought. I couldn't think of anything to say. Steve was still staring right at me, still expecting an answer from me, and I had no idea what to say. An idea then formed inside my head, and I decided to just roll with it. I walked closer to the Super Soldier, way more prepared to do what I was about to do than admit to fantasising about his ass.
As soon as I stood directly in front of him, I pinned his arms above him on the kitchen cabinet, drawing my face closer to his. His blue eyes stared right into mine, startled by the suddenness of my action, before reacting in a way I never saw coming. Steve wriggled his arms from my grip, before grabbing my hips and pulling us closer together. His eyes zoomed from my eyes to my lips and back, I did the same as I snaked my arms around his neck. He bit his lip in anticipation.
'My gods' I thought, drinking in his adorable appearance before pressing my lips to his. My brain shut down as soon as our lips met, and the pure ecstasy of our shape-shifting mouths swirling and puckering with each delicious smack of escaping air overcame my entire body. Unwrapped his arms from around my waist and explore the rest of my body with his hands. At the exact moment that Steve made a move for my belt buckle, Bruce walked in.
Steve, Bruce and I froze in our respective places, starring at each other. After what felt like an eternity, Bruce interrupted the silence by inhaling deeply through his nose.
"Do you guys smell something burning?" He asked us. I turned to face Steve whose eyes and mouth were open wide in sudden realisation.
"The pizza!" He cried, before letting go of me and ripping open the oven door to reveal a black, charred blob of what was once called a pizza.