"Stark, I am honestly starting to believe you do these things just to piss me off. Do you like pissing me off?"
Tony's heart skipped a slight beat at the Captain's stare. His full attention on Tony, all those childhood fantasies flashing in his mind. And, well, it made his blood rush. "Sorry, Cap, but couldn't you fill me on what thing I have done this time? I'd hate for us to be on different pages, but the same pages, good pages..."
"Don't act like you don't know already... I mean this." Steve slams down the newspaper. Tony has to crane his neck to read the sideways headline, which reads, 'IRONMAN PACKING SOME IRON?' below depicts a photo of Tony and the hot, young model he had taken to the benefit. He can't help but chuckle at the supposedly suggestive title. He had actually dropped her off at a hotel after the party, and then gone straight home to work in the lab. However, that was nobodies business- even Captain America's.
"O Captain, my Captain, don't fret. This is the average, I'd be more worried if they didn't write some innuendo headline about me."
Steve seemed to redden. Perhaps he was angry about the nickname, or perhaps that Tony was completely ignoring his concern. Either way, the little veins in his neck appeared to throb, and Tony had to hold back the sudden urge to lick them. "That's not the point. I thought we agreed, as a team, to improve our self images."
Tony couldn't resist this bait. He propped up his chin, forming that classy, cocky smirk, "I don't have anything to improve on."
"Stark. Don't."
"Look, Cap, we can't all be America's golden boy. I mean, you can, but that's not me. Haven't you heard, playboy, in my repertoire? It's a part of me, it is who I am."
Steve breathed out a sigh. "No, it's not. That is not who you are."
Now this was just getting frustrating, Tony was seriously sick of people telling him who he was- only he could decide that. He stood up, chest puffing out, as he came to face Steve. "Don't act like you know me, you know nothing of me."
This seemed to make the Captain back up a little bit, if only a little. He moved closer, cornering Tony back until his ass was pressed up to one of the work benches. He crossed his arms across his chest, looking up into the Cap's unreadable expression. His face was so blank, so different from what Tony was used to. He chewed the inside of his cheek, wondering if he had pushed too far, if he had finally broken Captain America. How much trouble would he be in for breaking Captain America?
"You are so infuriating," Steve mutters now, shaking his head as if he hasn't cornered Tony and is inches from his face. Tony can feel Steve's breath on his face as he lets out a long sigh.
"Yeah, well, I do have that effect on people," Tony breaths, almost out of breath. He stared at the freckle on that delicious jugular, that just was asking to be kissed, licked, and tasted. This was more torturous than anything Steve had ever dished out to him.
"And there you go, again."
The irritation in Steve's voice is enough to snap Tony from his daydream, and he gives Steve an innocent look. "Again?" he looked innocently up at the man, that dark look making an embarrassing amount of blood rush. It was just unfair, Tony didn't stand a chance here.
Steve's warm hand is grasping Tony's bicep, squeezing hard, "can I have attention for at least one minute, Stark?"
Tony can not be entirely blamed for what happened next. No, he is only human after all. He was cornered by a Captain Bloody America, who didn't seem know about personal bubbles. He was practically half hard, and now Steve was touching him. Oh no. It would not stand. Not when the Captain was just begging for it to be so. "I know one way you can," he said as huskily. Oh, how fun it was to watch Steve's expression contort from confusion to surprise in the instant their lips connected.
Tony was waiting for it, the shove, the rejection. He was expecting it, but it didn't come. So, he dared to bite that soft, lower lip before pressing his tongue to enter. He hadn't expected Steve to open his mouth. Not at all. He hadn't expected or planned any of this. But he wasn't about to go making second guesses, not when he had his tongue divulging in a good taste of Steve. Steve.
He was then finally shoved back, much to his disappointment, just when things were getting hot. It was just like Rogers to be a cock tease. Tony groaned in disappointment, looking back to those pink lips. "Just so we are clear, you asked for this Stark." And then lips returned. Beautiful, wonderful, inquiring lips. Only Tony was frozen under their precise, smooth moment. What. Just. Happened? Did Steve just agree or consent? Fuck it. He bounced back with renewed energy, opening his lips to the probing tongue, only to fight for control.
Steve's hand was like a vice on his hand, clenching so tight and hard, Tony was sure he was going to have a bruise there. He didn't really care though, he just moaned around the Captain's surprisingly experienced tongue. God, it was such a sin for sweet, blushing Steve to every one of Tony's wet dreams. He might hate him a little more. He surrendered to it, if only for a moment. He grounded against Steve, only to intoxicate a moan, much to his delight.
"Fuck you," Steve mumbles, holding Tony's hips, stilling him as punishment for his crude action.
"Well, that generally is the idea here, Steve."
And, oh, how Tony pays for his insolent mouth.