Story Title: The Right Partner

Rating: PG-13 ish to T... WILL BE M! Thus why it's already labeled.

Pairing(s): Tony/Steve, Thor/Loki (later)

Summary: A year after Loki's defeat, Tony wants to return to his home in Malibu to do some repairs. The Captain returns with him and they find themselves in a situation neither of them expected.

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Just manipulating the characters and bending them to my will!

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT BETWEEN TWO MEN! TURN BACK NOW BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOU WHINE ABOUT GAYS! Thank you! ~ 3

Well...It seems in the first 20 minutes I get the favorite I was wanting so...HERE YOU GO!

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This Chapter is a little bit shorter, so I think I may only post the two chapters today. But Tony wakes up and tries to figure out what happened the night before! Please enjoy!

Chapter 2

Tony woke with a blistering headache. He moaned as he raised a hand to his forehead to try and keep from being blinded by the sun. He sat up and felt something shift on his stomach. He looked down seeing a large hand now resting on his crotch. His eyes followed the arm to a large body. His eyes widened and he fell over, falling on to the floor with a loud thud. He realized his shirt was off and his pants were undone. "Oh God!" Tony shouted in a whisper.

He peeked over the edge of the bed, seeing Steve still sound asleep, having not stirred at all. He gulped and quickly stood up, his head still pounding in pain. He made his way to the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. He dug around in his medicine bag that he kept his headache pill in. He dry swallowed it and tried to think once the pain subsided. He couldn't remember anything except Steve taking his tie and jacket off and Steve pinning him to the bed.

"We didn't," Tony started, talking to himself, "Do it did we?"

He snuck out of the bathroom and looked around the tiny room, trying to take in the scene. No used condom or wrapper, no lube, nothing. Steve was still in his clothes, as well as him. Thinking quickly he reached down the back of his pants, feeling of his personal area for any pain or fluids. No signs of penetration. Tony found his eyes resting on Steve's ass and was almost tempted to check him too, but shook his head. 'No,' Tony thought, 'He's way to big for me to do that too. He'd be the top in an instant.' Tony looked at himself in the mirror and gave himself a stupid look, 'Why the hell did I just think that?'

The only way he was going to get his answers was Steve. But how could he ask him? He shook his head and decided to take a shower to clear his mind and his body of anything that may have happened.

"What if it did happen?" he asked himself just loud enough for himself to hear. He washed himself as he thought about it. "Wouldn't I have some memory of it?" As he scrubbed his body, he thought about Steve, how sweet he looked as he slept. His sandy blonde hair a little tousled, mouth somewhat open as he gave a soft snore. The large body with incredibly soft skin, like a giant pillow. Tony let his mind wander to what may of happened as his hand drifted to his rear-end, washing himself delicately. His other hand found itself wrapped around his hardening shaft. He thought of Steve's large hands and in place of his own. He closed his eyes and rolled his head back, getting into the moment.

A knock at the door jarred him from his daze and he nearly fell over. "Yes?" Tony said quickly with a little stutter.

"I was just making sure you were in there and not getting breakfast without me again," Steve replied a chuckle in his voice. Tony heard him walk away and after a few more minutes, he finished up with his shower.

He slipped some boxers on and toweled his hair dry, somewhat styling it as he ran his hands threw it. He used his towel to wipe off the fogged up mirror. He saw himself in the mirror and stared. He took in a deep breath and huffed heavily. 'Why the hell was I thinking about him in the shower? Touching myself to him? What is wrong with me?!'

He shook his head and dropped it, as if trying to throw out the thought and the memory of his shower. Tony wanted to forget the thought, but it kept creeping back into his mind, plaguing his thought process. He assured himself it was just something stupid that slipped into his head and decided to ignore it.

He stepped out seeing Steve sitting at the small table in the corner reading the paper with a cup of coffee in front of him. Tony couldn't help but stare at the half-naked body before him. He wanted to reach out and touch his back, feel his soft skin underneath his fingers. 'NO!,' he snapped in his head. 'Just two friends sharing a hotel room. That's. All.'

Steve looked back at him, "I got you some coffee."

Tony smirked and nodded at him, finding some jeans and slipping them on. He sat in the seat across from Steve wearily. He took his coffee and sipped it, his mind racing a mile a minute. "So," Tony started, taking another sip, "Kinda crazy last night, huh?"

Steve smiled and replied, "Yeah, just a little." He folded up the paper and laid it on the table, "You should be careful with your alcohol consumption. You get a little wild after a few."

Tony's eyes widened as the brown of his coffee suddenly got darker. He coughed as his coffee tried to come out of his nose. The cup nearly slipped out of his hand as it was slammed back to the table. Tony covered his mouth as he tried to contain his coughing.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked, patting Tony on the back and laughing a little.

"Yeah," he replied, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I'm good." Tony tried to take another sip, awaiting another comment from Steve. He saw the smile on Steve's face and his mind began to wander again.

Tony got a little frustrated at his mind and said, "Okay, I have to be blunt, did we..." he stopped. Steve was looking at him with a soft smile, his blue eyes entering his mind. If something happened last night and Tony made Steve feel horrible, he didn't think he'd be able to stand himself. He thought quickly, "Did we take the car or a taxi last night?"

"I drove you here," Steve chuckled, "What you don't trust my driving?"

"No, no!" Tony replied, "I was just wondering."

Steve glanced out the window, look up at the clear sky. "Did you mean what you said last night?" he asked, looking back at Tony, "That you think my eyes are pretty?"

Tony decided to go along with this, not wanting to humiliate Steve. He smiled and gave him the old Stark Charm. "Yeah, they really are."

Steve blushed and raised his hand to cover his smile. Tony looked down at his coffee and smiled as well. He let his mind wander again and focused on Steve's happiness. "They really are," he repeated genuinely.

Please review! I hope you liked it! There will be more to come! I believe I will bump up my reviews/favorites/alerts/WHATEVER! to 5. Once I get five total, I will post up the next 2 CHAPTERS! Flames welcome! But honestly, again, if your against homosexuality, why the fuck are you here?

Much loves! ~ Franky Toran