Steve Rogers sat in his tiny monochrome cubicle, eyes slightly focused on the sleeping screen of his black Dell desktop. Working was not an option at that moment, not while yesterday's events danced around in his mind like a carousel.

Tony Stark, the world's leading billionaire (and genius/playboy/philanthropist) laid one on him in the bathrooms of Fraiser Hall (sounds super sketchy, doesn't it?).

He was still dumbfounded. The last time he met Tony, he wanted nothing to do with him, but this time it was different. The kiss felt...nice; comforting, almost.

Not that he would ever let Tony know.

It had been a while since Steve had allowed himself to feel this way, at least not after Clark Kent.

Clark was Steve's sexy ex-boyfriend. They had had plenty of joyful memories together, however, the fact that Clark hid his sexuality (like his other identities) just didn't sit well with Steve.

By day he was Mr. Kent: a sexy and outgoing paralegal working at a corporate law firm in the middle of the city. By night he was the recluse, introverted and gay Clark, who only showed his love for Steve behind closed doors. And when the world needed a little saving, he was superman, everyone's kryptonite.

"Everyone is expecting Lois Lane and Superman, not Louis Lane." He would always whisper, his voice straining to justify his point.

Steve knew that he wasn't ready to handle something as big as coming out, so he made sure to take it slow with him.

However, one night he walked into their apartment to see Clark and an unidentified man going at it on their couch.

Steve stormed out, Clark calling out after him. He ignored his phone calls and avoided his usual hang-outs.

It had been five months since he last saw him.

The sound of heavy footsteps snapped Steve back into reality.

"Rogers!" He could hear Jonah calling (well, yelling) his name out as he came closer.

Jonah was Steve's painfully gay best friend.

They had been close friends since college and when Steve heard that Jonah was having a little trouble getting employed, he hooked him up with the same (miserable) position as himself: office administrator.

"Not now, Jo." Steve mumbled when Jonah approached his cubicle, loosening his tie.

"I could hear you dragging your balls when you first came in," Jonah responded, "Now what's wrong, princess?"

Steve let out a deep exasperated breath.

"Well...it's complicated. You see-"

"Ooooh hottie at twelve o'clock." Jonah interjected, discreetly nodding his head towards the front of the office.

Steve lifted his head above his cubicle to see whom he friend was drooling over and there he was: Tony Stark, dressed in a sleek gray suit, white button down and burgundy silk tie with an embedded diamond pattern.

He was speaking with his boss, Greg Shelton, shaking his hand and patting him on the back. Steve was busy racking his mind, trying to figure out how Tony knew where he worked, when Greg suddenly pointed straight at Steve. Tony flashed his million-dollar smile (it was rumored to be insured for a million dollars), and began walking towards him.

Steve shot down in his chair.

"Holy fucking shit he's walking this way. Oh my gawd." Jonah sputtered. He looked at Steve, who was wide-eyed and pale.

"Just remain cal-holy fuck is that Tony Stark?!" He whisper-screamed, his eyes practically bugging out of his skull.

"Jesus Jonah, calm down!" Steve exclaimed. He quickly rearranged his desk a bit, smoothed out his shirt and adjusted himself just before, Tony approached.
Tony leaned against the frame of the cubicle, posing like a model out of GQ. (Well, more like Playgirl, going by the size of his-
"Grab your coat, dear, we're going out for lunch." He instructed.

Steve stared stupendously at him.

"Well?" Tony pushed.

Steve continued to stared at him as if he had two heads.

Tony sighed. "If you're worried about your break time, I already cleared it up with Greg. You're good."

Jonah nudged Steve. "Go on, Cap." he whispered.

Steve awkwardly stood up from his desk chair and grabbed his coat from the silver rack. Tony stepped aside and let Steve walk ahead of him while the whole office stared on (enviously).

Tony and Steve sat at a table for two in a restaurant two blocks away from the office.

Their seating arrangement was designed so that no one could see Tony (and run up to him asking for an autograph).

The dark glass wall shielded them so that only their silhouettes could be seen in the dim lighting.

Tony ordered beef stroganoff, a waldorf salad and a glass of fine red wine, while Steve settled for a classic BLT sandwich, accompanied with a glass of orange juice (hold the pulp).

"Will that be all, Mr. Stark?" the young waitress giggled, twirling her red hair and eyeing Tony.

"Yes that will be all." He winked.

Once she left, Steve rolled his eyes. "Do you always have to be a flirt?" He asked.

"Hey hey hey, she was coming on to me," Tony contested, putting his hands up defensively. "But you know what they say about redheads: red hair, red-"

"Okay," Steve interrupted, "I just want to know how you did it, how'd you find me, you damn stalker?" He asked, taking a bite into his sandwich.

Steve was steamed over the issue, but then again he wasn't. There was that tiny piece of him that was glad Tony located him (even if his actions did resemble those of a stalker).

"You see," Tony chuckled "I asked my assistant, Pepper, to do a search for you, which was a stretch since I assume you don't do much to put yourself out there on the radar. When you didn't pop up, I asked her to pass the message along to Phil, a friend of hers. He's the best out there on tracking people."

He paused and looked straight at Steve. "I found out a lot about you."

Steve looked up from his sandwich. "Like what?" he asked.

"Like you and Kent."

Steve placed his sandwich back onto his plate, his face red from Tony's discovery. "H-how did you even...?" Clark fought to keep that part of his life a secret.

"Like I said, Phil's the man. Why did you guys break up?"

"Clark ended it when he... when he slept with..." Steve was having a hard time getting it out. It was like he had something lodged in his throat.

At that point, the waiter (Marina, as her name tag said) appeared to refill his (untouched) glass of wine.

Once she placed the wine bottle down, she tossed a folded piece of torn paper at Tony. "Call me." She winked and scurried into the kitchen of the restaurant.

Tony unfolded the paper and scanned it before putting it into his pocket.

Steve understood now.

Even of he was going to give Tony a chance (a very small chance), it would end up exactly like his relationship with Clark, since Tony didn't know when to stop. He was a playboy, and that wasn't going to change.

Steve stood up and threw a couple of bills on the table. He turned and started to walk away.

Tony jumped up and grabbed his arm. "Wait, where are you going?! You haven't even had a taste of the dessert yet and I'm on the house."

"Tony, please." He shook off his grip. "We both know you aren't ready to change your ways."

"What do you mean?" He winked, and not in Steve's direction. Steve turned and saw Marina (the flirtatious waiter) waving at them (well, Tony).

"Yep. Exactly what I mean." He walked out of the restaurant despite Tony's apologies.

Amanda walked into her room where Pepper laid casually across the bed, occupied with a magazine.

Amanda stood by the doorway and took in the sight of her beautiful fiancée. Pepper had her honey blond hair tucked away in a low bun. She wore a loose silk camisole, with no bra, and matching pajama pants.

Pepper looked up from her magazine, smiled up at Amanda.

"Hey honey. Back from work?"

"Yes, and aren't I glad," Amanda replied, walking over to the bed and settling next to Pepper. "The guys at the office were giving me such a hard time about displaying all-female art at the gala. Guys can be fucking douchebags, I swear." She rolled her eyes and pushed her hair out of her face.

Amanda was an art director at a large museum downtown called Zion. The increase in testosterone at Zion was pushing Amanda over the edge.

Pepper sat up and snaked her arms around her fiancée's waist, her gold thin bangles jingling from the contact. "This is why I settled for you instead," Pepper whispered, nuzzling her neck.

Amanda turned around to face her and kissed her long and passionately. Pepper returned the kiss, trailing it down to Amanda's neck. Amanda removed Pepper's camisole to reveal her small breasts. She descended down her body and took Pepper's erect pink nipple into her mouth. Pepper moaned softly, rolling her head back. She ran her fingers through her fiancée's smooth jet-black hair as Amanda used her tongue to toy with her nipple. The feeling of pleasure shot through her.

At that moment, Pepper's cell phone rang, causing both women to suck their teeth simultaneously.

Amanda slid off her fiancée and reached for Pepper's cellphone on the mahogany side table near her bed.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Pepper? Where's Pepper?" Tony asked on the other side of the line.

"We're busy, Stark." Amanda rolled her eyes, annoyed that Tony was cutting into their "me" time. Pepper snatched the phone from Amanda's grasp.

"Hello? Tony?"

"I kind of screwed up…with Steve, I mean." Tony sighed.

"What did you do Anthony?"

"Nothing, I...I might have accepted the phone number of a waitress...right in front of him...?"

"Aw Tony," This time Pepper sighed audibly. "Don't tell me you did the little wink too?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Well..."

"Goddammit, Tony." She ran her hands through her hair. "Listen, I'll come over in an hour, okay?"

Amanda raised up two fingers up from across the bed. Pepper grinned.

"Make that two."

"Alright, I'll meet you there. And hopefully I can fix this." he sighed.

"Tony?"

"Yes, Pep?"

"We will fix this, together, alright?"

There was another pause.

"Alright. Thanks Pep, I'll see you later."

"Okay, bye." Pepper ended the call and placed her cell phone back on the side table.

She crawled over to Amanda, sitting on her lap and wrapping her arms around her neck.

Their breasts touched in between the thin fabric of Amanda's shirt.

"Now," She purred, "Where were we?"

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