Disclaimer: I do no own the Avengers
A/N The sexual description is more graphic than last time, you're warned.
Enjoy.
Had there been more time, Steve might have thought this plan through. But there wasn't, and time could quite possibly have been a huge factor.
So there Steve was, batting at their baby with a broom.
"You know babe, I don't there's a designated spot in your ridiculous baby book for learning to climb." He smirked a little, closing the already overflowed album.
Steve scowled, dropping the broom. "This isn't funny! And it's no time for jokes! NO! Peter, don't!" Peter just giggled, continuing his crawled path over the ceiling. "Help me get him down!" Steve grabbed for him again, horrifically unsuccessful.
"Hey, you wanted the kid. You get him down." With some arguing, they were able to get Peter down, and tucked him back into bed.
Steve pushed his hair out of his face. "He can't even walk yet and he's already a handful." Tony groaned as he flopped back on their bed. "JARVIS. TV. On. Same Channel. "
Steve cringed a little at the obvious sound of sex coming from the TV. "You know, you could just use the remote."
"But then I have to get up, and I'm not willing to." He lazily watched the TV. "And isn't it weird that he can't walk yet? I think I was doing math when I was his age."
Steve sighed, stripping off his shirt. "Not all of us were super geniuses. It happens. His body might develop differently from… other kids."
"Yeah, I still haven't figured out what the hell is wrong with-" Steve shot him a glare as he buttoned up his shirt. His husband rolled his eyes. "/Fine/. I still haven't figured out what's 'special' about him." He rolled over, watching Steve. "Kids a mystery. Now would you stop putting on clothes? Damn Rogers, thought your stripping meant I was finally getting laid." He flopped back. "It's been like a week since we last fucked. Come on; look what I'm resorting to?" He made a lazy gesture to the TV.
The soldier just chuckled. "Well gee; you sure know how to romance a guy." He slipped off his pants, neatly folding them. "But since you asked so nicely, I suppose we can do something tonight."
Tony perked up, looking interested. "Really?"
Steve laughed. "If you can convince me."
"You're on soldier boy." Tony was on him in seconds, tugging at his pajama shirt, kissing and nipping any available bit of skin.
Steve frowned at his torn buttons. "Hey, I liked that shirt."
Tony pushed him back onto the bed, pulling his own shirt over his head. "I'll buy you a new one! Now can we please focus on the fact that I'm horny and on top of you?"
"Right, sorry." Steve pulled him closer to kiss him, licking open the button on his pants. The billionaire reached blindly into the night table drawer, pulling the lube out as they kissed.
The genius pulled away, moving off his lap. "Alright Rogers, on your back."
Steve rolled his eyes, moving to lay back. "Oh Tony. How you romance me." Tony quirked a smile at his husband's monotone irony.
"You know it babe. Now spread 'em. I'll romance you on the second round. Right now, I have to be inside you."
He popped open the lid on the tube, pouring a generous amount onto his fingers. He tugged at one of Steve's legs, trying to give himself more room.
"Tony, wait, turn the TV off, I'm not doing this if I have to listen to that... movie."
"JARVIS, you heard the man." The super soldier closed his eyes as the first finger pressed into him, focusing on relaxing.
The blonde frowned at the sound of music. "Tony, this isn't funny. I didn't ask you to change the channel, I asked you to turn it off."
Tony looked over at the TV, brows furrowing in confusion. "I did, see?" Steve's eyes snapped open, wide with confusion and worry.
"Then we have to check out where it's coming from."
A sigh escaped Tony. "I figured." Steve got up and grabbed some pants, quickly slipping them on. Tony grumbled, but did the same.
Steve quietly opened the door, his smaller lover at his side, on the alert. "...You've got to be fucking kidding me." Tony scowled at the little boy in the living room. But that was okay. Steve could put him back to bed. Then he could get back to more important things.
"Oh... Tony... it's his first time standing on his own."
Shit.
Aaaand, Steve was back in father mode. "Oh Peter!" He rushed into the living room, giving the tiny boy a gentle hug. Peter giggled along to Wow Wow Wubzy, enjoying the bright colors and pop songs. Tony sighed and sat heavily on the couch. He might as well enjoy it too. Not like he's going to get laid or anything.
Sorry 'bout that. I had a lot of stuff to do.