Here's chapter two of what I'm guessing will be a 4-part story. Slashy sex coming up, so steer away if that's not your thing.
Chapter Two
Tony blinked at Steve, eyes wide and disbelieving. Any other time Steve would have been amused, always happy to catch Tony in an unguarded moment. As it was, Steve was staring right back, breathing hard. His brain was trying to slow him down, trying to remind him how big of a deal this was. His heart was shouting at him to move, to get going before something stopped him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Tony's.
"Is this okay?"
Tony raised a tentative hand and carded it gently through Steve's hair.
"Yeah. Okay with me," he murmured. "Is it…" he trailed off, eyes avoiding Steve's.
Steve answered with a kiss, more gentle this time. Tony's lips immediately responded and they stayed frozen this way, Tony on the bed, Steve kneeling before him, locked together. Tony backed off a little and Steve looked up. All traces of hesitation were gone, and his eyes were filled with fire. Tony slid off the bed and landed in Steve's lap, straddling him. The blonde gasped, and Tony could see his eyes darken with lust. They pressed together harder now, Tony moving constantly as he tried to create friction. Steve reached for his shoulders, holding him still and attacked his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and running it up Tony's palette. Tony groaned around it, and Steve softened his attack, letting their tongues dance around.
Tony reached down and slid his hands under Steve's pajama shirt, feeling the inhumanly hard muscle. Steve hummed against him, arching up into the touch. Tony reached up, found a nipple, and tweaked it. Steve broke their kiss and looked at the other man, giggling a bit. Tony smiled back at him. Steve gently lifted him and placed him on the bed, then lay down next to him. He rolled over and began tracing light kisses up his neck. Tony writhed and tried to get closer, tried to touch as much as possible. Steve smiled against his neck and moved up, sucking gently on his earlobe. The other man let out a surprisingly loud moan, and they turned to look at each other and smiled again. Steve sat up and swung one leg around to the other side of Tony, hovering above him without touching him. He reached for the bottom of his shirt and began pulling it up slowly when Tony growled.
"Steve, for God's sake! Show me a little of that super soldier and quit being so gentle!"
Steve blinked down at him for a moment before gripping Tony's shirt and tearing it off him. Tony looked up at him with a wolf grin.
"That's more like it."
Tony grabbed Steve's shirt and pulled it off him, then started to shimmy out of his own shorts. Steve was staring down at the man in front of him, mesmerized. He'd seen Tony with his shirt off before, even mostly naked, but it wasn't like this. He was laid out just for him, soft hair curling on his chest, leading down to… Steve swallowed and pulled off his pants. Tony's chest heaved as he looked up at him, mouth quirked up in a disbelieving smile.
"Captain," he said, and reached his hand up, trailing it down Steve's smooth chest until it lay just above the curls of hair below. "I want you to fuck me."
Steve bit his lip and leaned over, licking a wet trail starting at Tony's chest and going all the way down. Tony held his breath as he looked down at him, Steve's lips poised just above his cock. Steve's tongue flicked out to lick a drop of precum off the tip and Tony grabbed at the sheets around him, body going tight. Finally Steve put his lips around Tony's cock and gave one long, hard suck before starting to bob up and down along it. Tony let out a strangled moan and moved his hands to Steve's head, grasping his hair and pushing him to go deeper. Steve began pumping the base of Tony's cock with his hands, head bobbing, eyes open and staring up at Tony.
"Ah… fuck, Steve! Fuck, feels like maybe…. uhn… maybe you've done this before…"
Steve stayed quiet, answering by firmly licking his tongue over the entire length of Tony's member. Tony shuddered, hands opening and closing on Steve's hair. When his fingers tightened and began to pull and his toes curled into the sheets, Steve pulled back. Tony's head was thrown back, tongue wetting his lips, whimpering for more. Steve moved up the bed, dropping light kisses along Tony's stomach. He reached his lips and caught them, and they lay for a long moment there, tongues caressing each other, hands touching skin. Steve moved, breathing quietly for a moment next to Tony's ear.
"Mr. Stark," he said lowly, "I'd like to fuck you now."
Tony moaned loudly, grabbing Steve's face and pulling him around for a frantic kiss, his body moving to rub against Steve's. He pulled away just enough to look at Steve with hooded eyes and whisper,
"My nightstand. In the second drawer. Hurry."
Steve drank in another look at Tony, draped over the bed, ready for him. He scrambled to the bedside table and opened the bottom drawer. Under a couple of books and an iPod, he found a small bottle of lube and some foil packages, the contents of which he could guess. He sat back up and Tony grabbed him, pulling him down for another kiss. Finally Steve poured a bit of the lube onto his fingers, and traced them lightly up Tony's thigh. Tony pushed against him and Steve pressed one finger inside of him. He began pumping it, slowly at first, then faster, and when Tony began to pant he inserted a second finger. His middle finger had a longer reach, and after a bit of stretching, he pushed it inside and Tony arched up off the bed, hands grabbing at Steve's wrist.
"Now," he growled, and Steve pulled his fingers out and eyed the foil-wrapped package. Tony saw, and sat up, grabbing one and ripping it open. He made eye contact with Steve and put the condom in his mouth, resting between his lips. Steve stared for a moment, then made the connection and drew in a breath. Tony bent down and put his mouth over Steve's cock, rolling down the condom torturously slowly.
"Unf… Tony, shi- seems like maybe… hnnn… you've done this before…"
Tony reached the base of Steve's cock and flicked his eyes up. For a moment he stayed there, then pulled back and grabbed the lube. He squirted a liberal amount on his fingers and began to slowly pump Steve's cock, hands slipping up and down. Steve growled, grabbed Tony, and pushed him onto his back, then positioned himself, pulling Tony's legs up onto his shoulders. They stayed in that position for just a moment, just time enough for their eyes to meet, both mirrors of lust. Steve pressed his cock up against Tony's entrance and slowly, agonizingly pushed inside. Tony let out a groan of mixed pleasure and pain, and when Steve wasn't going fast enough for him he pushed down, burying Steve to the hilt.
Steve nearly shouted, and he grabbed Tony around his chest and began to thrust in earnest. Soon he found himself with a complete lack of control, body moving with no stimulus from his brain. He slammed into Tony, rocking him back into the headboard and thumping it against the wall. Tony moaned, hands moving up to touch Steve on his chest, his face, his ass. Steve was in the perfect position and was hitting Tony's prostate on almost every thrust. Tony writhed beneath him, shouting and saying nonsense, peppered with Steve's name. Steve began a mantra, becoming louder with each thrust,
"Tony, tony, oh tony, yes, yes…"
With one hard thrust Tony arched against the bed, fingers curling into Steve's ass, toes curling into the sheets, and came all over his own chest, drops landing on his reactor and standing out in stark contrast. The sight beneath him nearly pushed Steve to the edge, and he closed his eyes, thrusting harder, gripping Tony's chest with all he had. He slammed into him one more time, heard Tony's scream mingle with his own moan, and collapsed onto the bed. He lay for a moment, eyes closed and breathing hard, listening to Tony panting next to him. Finally he opened his eyes, smiling at his lover. Tony kept his eyes closed, brow scrunched together, and as if in slow motion Steve saw his hands move up to his chest, to his ribcage, ghosting against it.
Steve sat up, suddenly wide awake. He pulled out gently and threw the condom off the side of the bed, then sat up over Tony.
"Tony? Tony, are you…" Steve's breath hitched in his throat as he looked down. Tony was not in ecstasy any more. His eyes were closed in pain, breath hitching, chest rising abnormally.
Steve stood up, off the bed, unconsciously backing up into a corner of the room. It was obvious. He'd broken Tony's ribs.
