I dedicate this to my friend Maggy~! It's her birthday, and I promised smut. It's tame compared to some of the stuff I've done in the past, but short notice and all XD Deal with it! And voyeuristic Tony is always good fun in my book. I enjoyed making him suffer in this. (Also, I don't own Marvel. I wish, but no. I don't.)
It wasn't exactly uncommon for Tony to strike a boner in the early morning. He was a man, and his body did things while he slept that he really wasn't in charge of. Not that he minded. There was nothing wrong with a good wank when you first woke up. It got the juices flowing, and Tony always felt better when he was done. Except-most of the time, his hard on's were polite enough to pop up when he was still in bed, tucked away safely under his silk sheets. NOT when he was right outside the kitchen doorway, and he could hear the tower's favorite star spangled man getting off not ten feet away! And with a woman, no less!
Yeah. Not only was his cock the master of poor timing, but it was also a dirty traitor. Tony grit his teeth and leaned against the wall, daring a peek into the kitchen. What he saw was enough to make him simultaneously question his sexuality, and groan with poorly suppressed jealousy. What happened to Cap being a frigid virgin? He was supposed to be oblivious about sex and all things promiscuous, not pinning some gorgeous fox to the counter with his hand was half down her underwear!
"Jarvis," Tony hissed, "private server." There was no way he wasn't saving a copy of this footage for later. An invasion of privacy? Maybe. But that was Steve's own fault for doing something like that in his kitchen. And speaking of good old Cap. When did America's favorite soldier boy become such a pervert? Fucking around in the kitchen? Not only was he risking getting caught, but it was so unsanitary! Tony wasn't judging though. He'd done way worse in most of the tower's main rooms. There was the living room, the den, the new and improved rec room. Funnily enough, the kitchen was the one place he hadn't christened. Damn. He would've thought it a cold day in hell when Steve Rogers beat him to it.
The sound of feminine moaning suddenly came from inside the kitchen, soft and pitched. Tony peered around the door frame just in time to see the blond take his hand out of the woman's panties and grasp her hip instead. Two of his fingers were coated in slick; Tony could see them glistening, and his cock stirred eagerly in response. That just wasn't fair. And just to make things worse, she picked that moment to speak. "S-Steven..."
She had a husky, cultured voice, the sound of someone well studied and knowledgeable. As hot as that was, Tony was more distracted by the fact that she sounded like sex incarnate. The breathless way she moaned Steve's name was one of the hottest things he'd ever heard. Couple that with the fact that she was dressed in some of the sexiest lingerie he'd ever seen, and...wow. That really didn't help his jealousy. How the hell did Rogers land a woman like that?!
"Steven!" Tony twitched; again with the moaning! Except this time it was coupled with the faintest whispers of fabric gliding across skin as Steve peeled her baby doll off, which gave him an eyeful that he wasn't about to forget anytime soon. Steve's accomplice had curves in all the right places and skin not too much darker than lily petals, which made her blacker than night hair seem all the darker in comparison. It was a lion's mane around her head, thick and luxurious and tussled in the way you only saw after a long night's sleep. Wasn't that interesting? She'd stayed the night then. Naughty Rogers. Very naughty. But what really got Tony was the regal quality to her face, complete with an aquiline nose and cheekbones he swore were sharp enough to cut glass. They almost looked familiar, come to think of it...
"Sir?" Tony almost jumped a mile when Jarvis went off in his ear. Dammit, he'd forgotten about the ear piece he was wearing! "Sir, I should inform you that-"
He quickly pressed mute and heaved himself back against the wall, heart racing. It didn't seem like they'd heard. Fuck, good thing. This was one prying session he didn't want interrupted. "Sorry J. Daddy's a bit busy right now. Get back to me later." Muttering the apology as quietly as he could, Tony waited for his heartbeat to calm down and then looked back into the kitchen.
Steve and company were even closer together now; hell, there probably wasn't even an inch of space between their bodies. With her top off, Tony got a nice glimpse of perfectly rounded breasts before the woman was dragged against Steve's chest and her white thighs were forcefully parted by his knee. Oh...damn. That was hot. Tony felt himself flush a little bit, and his cock started to ache, confined as it was inside his grease stained jeans. Fuck, why did he have to be so responsive? He was getting off from a little moaning and heavy petting!
Scratch that. A LOT of heavy petting. Tony got to watch as Steve hooked his fingers in the silken band of those flimsy panties and pulled them away from her skin. Even from his spot hidden behind the wall he could hear the seams pop, then tear completely, leaving the Avenger with a scrap of lace in his hand. "Holy shit.." Tony's jaw dropped a little, and he gripped the wall to steady himself. Sometimes he forgot how damn strong the guy was. Normally he wasn't the type to like a lot of muscle, but his cock was making an exception for him in this case.
Feeling unusually daring, Tony crouched down and peeked as far as he could into the room. From this angle he could see everything both Steve and his lady friend had to offer, and it was the opposite of an eyesore. Steve had sculpted thighs that were obvious even beneath his loose pajama bottoms, the crotch of which was bulged out, straining the seams. The guy was hung like a goddamn horse, no questions asked. Delicate hands reached for his waistband and attempted to push them down, but Steve caught them and pinned the woman's wrist against her stomach, a surprisingly devilish look on his face as he went down on his knees in front of her.
The flush in Tony's cheeks spread all the way down his neck, feverish and all consuming. It was one thing to fool around in the kitchen, but to go down on someone? Especially a completely naked someone? Steve's girl literally had not a single scrap of clothing on her, which meant Tony couldn't not stare at her breasts and flat navel, and the patch of black curls he glimpsed before it was overtaken completely by a blond head. A groan rose up in his throat, and Tony had to act quick to smother it, biting down on his knuckles. His silence made her moans seem all the louder in comparison though; Tony even swore he could hear Steve's tongue at work, which was-unfairly hot, actually.
Sonofabitch. Suddenly all those sarcastic comments from Pepper about him becoming a creepy pervert didn't seem so far fetched. But who could really blame him for watching? There was live porn going on in his kitchen! Tony squirmed, pressing a hand against the front of his jeans as he jerked back behind the wall and listened to what was going on. Steve's woman didn't know how to keep her voice down, so he heard every little dip in pitch and husky rasp when she cried out. It really wasn't helping his condition any.
"Steven!" Tony twitched, and so did his cock. "S-Steve!" He bit down harder and fought every urge to jerk himself off, stealing another glance into the kitchen. Right, like that was going to help. But the second he looked he was frozen in place by the sight of her grabbing a handful of Steve's hair to drag his head back, unveiling glistening jowls and a grin that was patented Cap. Funny how he'd never realized how damn sexy that grin was. Ugh, not the time!
"If you keep teasing me like this, the whole tower's going to hear," the woman smirked, carding her fingers gently through Steve's hair and smearing some of the slick on his lower lip. "I never imagined you to be the sort of man who enjoyed exhibitionism."
Chuckling, Steve nipped at her fingers. "It's not my fault you can't keep your voice down. The way I see it, this means I'm doing a good job." He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and forced her to grab the counter for support, his mouth already in action again, kissing back up her inner thigh towards their apex. The new position had her craning her head back and tensing like a bowstring, giving Tony a good look at her ruddy cheeks, and the glowing irises all but hidden beneath her lashes. He was captivated by those for a long time, watching them flicker and the pupils dilate as Steve worked her over. There was something bewitching about the color. Almost-familiar too. It reminded him of viridian, but a few shades paler. Not unlike...
Tony sucked in a breath, his heart pounding frantically. No. Not possible. Except-he knew those eyes. Their color. Hell, how could he not? He'd seen them up close and personal way too many times to count these last few months, when Thor had dragged a begrudging, supposedly reformed trickster into the tower and announced he was there to stay. A trickster who was well practiced with magic, and
"Shapeshifting." Well damn. Tony scrambled away from the kitchen doorway as a crescendo of moans started up again inside. Holy shit, Steve was fucking LOKI. Didn't that go against some sort of Shield protocol or something?! Whatever. America's golden boy was eating out their would be conqueror, and he'd popped a boner because of them. Tony grimaced, shuffling down the hall as that piece of him in question throbbed, demanding release. How had he not seen it? He knew what Loki was capable of! The guy had turned into a fox one time, apparently just for shits and giggles. Of course he could be a woman! But to be screwing around with Steve, and vice versa...
"I need a drink." And a bucket of bleach to soak his brain in. He was pretty sure bleach wasn't going to take away those mental images though anytime soon. Not when he could still hear Loki's damn moaning inside his head. "Jarvis?" Right, he'd put him on mute. Tony jabbed at his ear piece, hurrying towards the elevator at the end of the hall. "Make a note. I want the kitchen scrubbed from top to bottom. And add shapeshifting into a woman to the file of Loki's known abilities."
"Of course Sir." Jarvis sounded unusually amused, the traitor. "Shall I put together a dossier of the other footage worth watching?"
Jabbing the elevator button with a vehemence that made his fingers ache, he grumbled and tugged at his neckline, heat welling up under the v-neck. "Yeah, sure," wait, other footage? "What other footage? There's more of those two going at it?!" Tony sputtered. How the hell had he missed that? This was his tower! He should know what was going on! More importantly-how was this the first time he'd stumbled across them? "Is Loki a woman in all of them?"
"Primarily, yes. Mister Laufeyson appears to favor that form. As does Captain Rogers." There was a certain cheekiness to the AI's voice that almost made Tony proud. "It would appear you two finally have something in common, Sir." Almost. He was ALMOST proud.
"Shut it J." The elevator doors opened, and Tony rushed inside. He refused to acknowledge his aching cock, or the two that had caused his grief. Still. He couldn't help wondering exactly how many times those two had fucked around, considering Steve seemed awfully familiar with Loki's body and all. And he wasn't exactly in the habit of letting his curiosity eat him alive for too long. "...Have the files ready in an hour." Tony fixed the front of his jeans, remembering the sound of Loki's cries, and Steve's mouth on her skin. Fuck. "Make that thirty."
"Of course Sir. As you wish."