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Steve kicked his shoes off and stretched, walking toward his bed with a smile, his camera still on and recording. He liked recording things, he was excited about watching it all later, seeing themselves and trying to catch things he'd missed in real life. He was even more excited about seeing the footage in a year or two. That kind of thing always interested him. "You can shower first." He sat down on the mattress and aimed the recording device Tony's way, watching the genius' every move.
"Yeah sure," Tony answered slowly, hesitantly. "You've really grown attached to that camera, huh?" Tony was looking at Steve, and then into the camera lens. He was no stranger to video recordings, he himself frequently on the news as a teen genius sensation or at an event with his father, albeit the latter of the two incidents was fairly rare. Tony removed his shirt and pants and discarded them on his bed before grabbing his toiletries.
"Maybe a little," The blonde smiled widely, "Do you have your computer with you? I could edit some of the footage for today." Steve offered, lifting his head from behind the camcorder, "You've done so much of this project already, I feel like I'm being carried through. I'm not bad at editing and you can fix my errors if you don't like it."
"Hm?" Tony paused, "Yeah, it's in my bag." The teen genius pointed to one of his many travel duffels. "Charger and adapter should be in there too. If you need a hand with it, I'll get to it when I'm done." Tony departed for the bathroom, leaving Steve to his own devices.
Steve watched in silence as Tony disappeared, only when the genius was actually gone did he finally exhale dramatically and dropped his head, "What am I doing?" He muttered before shutting the camera off.
"Rise and shine Steve!" Tony clapped his hands loudly after drawing open the curtains. "It's seven a.m. and we have places to be." Tony cruised around the room, packing a day bag consisting of video equipment, cell phone, and wallet. "You're an artsy type, and the gist of our European trip is art, so we're going to hit up the Louvre." Tony smirked at the drowsy teen, "Fun, right?"
Steve moaned softly and rolled over, his body shifting beneath the sheets, arching a little as he got comfy again. "Nnn..." he grunted in protest, blonde hair a mess on his head, blue eyes refusing to open.
Tony smirked, "Stubborn eh? Two can play this game." Tony hunched quickly and sprang, jumping onto Steve's bed and landing beside the sleepy teen with a heavy bounce before the angle of mattress tossed the genius onto Steve's back. "Get up!"
The blonde flinched and let out a profound 'oomph' when Tony's weight hit him. His eyes flitted open and he rolled over, staring up at the biggest, deepest eyes he'd ever seen. His heart fluttered nervously and he felt a slight stirring in places he'd rather be stricken useless for the remainder of the trip. He sat up and looked Tony over tiredly, noting for the first time that he'd never woken up with another guy in the room before, let alone another person in his bed. Part of him was praying he hadn't been doing anything in his sleep because he knew he'd never live it down. He also hoped that Tony hadn't turned either of the cameras on yet. He wasn't exactly photo friendly first thing in the morning, what with the mop on his head and everything. "The Louvre?" he yawned and stretched, his night shirt riding up with his arms, tongue falling out of his mouth for a few seconds before he relaxed again. "I thought we couldn't bring cameras in there?"
Tony smiled, a human Cheshire cat by now. "Has anyone ever told you that you're by far the most amusing person to watch sleep? I'm pretty sure your motor inhibitors are damaged or something," Tony tapped the side of Steve's head with his index finger, "Did you fall out of bed a lot as a child?" Tony hopped out of the bed and attended to the nightstand, retrieving the camcorder with its blinking red light.
Steve glared at the camcorder and then blushed darkly when he looked up at Tony. Those words didn't exactly inspire confidence in him. He wanted to ask what he did, he wanted to know exactly what Tony knew so he could at least not sit there and imagine the worst. But what if it had been that bad? What if he'd done that thing where he humped his pillow in his sleep because he denied himself release before bed and the dreams came? He didn't want to know and so he would not ask. However Tony's silly commentary didn't actually answer his question, though he didn't need it answered because he knew. "We can't bring cameras in there..."
Tony's smile took on that mischievous quality once more, "Can't and won't are two very different things."
When did Tony Stark ever follow the rules? Sneaking cameras in was apparently on the agenda, having them on and hidden somewhere on their persons was part of the plan. And of course getting into the Louvre wasn't easy, unless you were rich and famous. Both of which Tony was, so they hadn't had to wait in the huge line up of people, at the very least.
Steve fidgeted nervously as they walked past security, his excitement and anxiety wrapping him up into a jittery ball of twitching this way and that. He felt like a weird bird, everything that caught his attention he'd snap his gaze on it, then again when something else won him over. It was ridiculous but he wanted to see everything at once. "Oh my gosh..." he managed to breathe at least.
"Easy," Tony tried calming his teammate, bringing a hand up between Steve's shoulder blades as if to steady the boy. "You look like you're going to go into a seizure." Tony was a smooth operator, and smuggling in illegal technological devices into an internationally renowned historical art museum fazed him about as much as breathing did. He was as casual as he'd ever been, and trying to keep Steve from looking like he'd murdered someone was more of a battle than getting past security had been. Smuggling was a lesser law to be broken, and not all laws are equal –Steve was a little more black and white than Tony, but they'd made it.
Steve nearly made the most embarrassing sound of his life when Tony's hand touched him; in fact he was pretty sure half of it came out. A moaned whine mixed with his anxiety of possibly being a minor criminal and the pent up frustrations from the last night and that morning, Tony's touch wasn't something he had expected, not at all. He swallowed nervously and tried to nod his head, hoping he could cover that up just as quickly as it had slipped out. "I just... I've never done something like this before and this place is... well I really want to see it and I can't if we..." He wasn't sure what he was saying, if they get caught he couldn't actually see the Louvre and the paintings, and their project would be a bust and it'd just be a mess over all. Yeah, that was why he'd made that sound.
Tony was actually startled, and thought for a moment that he may have hurt Steve. He pulled his hand away quickly, unsure of what had just happened. Steve had done his customary flubbering after, his face a bright red, and Tony realized he was trying to cover for that inhuman squawk of fear. "Okay, that was just freaky."
"Shut up." Steve warned quickly, trying his hardest to forget it had happened at all. Instead he hurried through the halls, wanting to capture as much as he could before they were dragged out and arrested for breaking the museum's rules.
"OH I can't believe I'm here!" Steve cried out in pure excitement as he finally let go of his anxiety over the stupid camera. The thing was safely recording from his bag, everything perfectly set up by Tony so they wouldn't be thrown out for using cameras in the first place. At that moment the blonde was completely lost in himself and the artwork around him, he was pointing out different works that he remembered researching though the Louvre had more than enough to leave him totally baffled. He spun around and caught the genius' arm, pulling the other teen into a hug and unconsciously burying his face against the dip in Tony's neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He nearly squealed with joy, not really able to say anything further than that.
Tony's arms were thrown out wide with Steve nestled to his chest and neck. Tony's eyes were huge with shock and he stood almost paralytic while his mind raced to catch up with the event. He placed his arms around Steve in a hug, almost without thinking –almost. Tony could hardly remember his last hug, and he wondered if that was normal for teens his age. The feeling of Steve's warm breath no his neck sent chills racing down his spine, and Tony's eyes fluttered shut as his mind tried to will himself out of dwelling on it. "Y-you're welcome," was that a stutter? Tony Stark did not stutter, he did not stammer, he spoke clearly and concisely and quickly with deliberate intentions. Steve was doing something, something unseen and invasive and Tony wasn't sure he liked it.
It was hard to notice the stiffness in Tony's response, the awkward return of his hug because Steve was far too excited to really think about it. He nuzzled their cheeks together, still smiling like an idiot, "I have no idea how I'm going to repay you for this but I will, I promise!"
Tony's face flushed into a hot blush as his cheek glided by Steve not once, but repeatedly. A full body hug, and such intimate connection... 'Fuck it, you only live once.' Tony gave Steve a quick squeeze and tapped his shoulder to get the teen to turn his face toward him. It was only seconds, Steve faced him, and Tony leaned in. Their lips brushed past one another in a hesitant first attempt before Tony tentatively gripped the back of Steve's head, entwining his fingers in the teen's fine blonde hair, and kissing him good and long.
Steve moaned into the kiss, his body complacent for a moment, letting Tony do with him as he pleased. His arms around the slighter teen's frame relaxed, hands holding just a little tighter, feeling the shifting body there. He hadn't known how to react to the first little touch of their lips, it'd sent sparks all throughout his body, a fire roiling in his belly, turning over and over, getting even warmer as it spread throughout him. He groaned a little louder, needier, as his hands found purpose in their touch.
They broke apart, and Tony came up short of breath, "Consider it repaid."
Steve's eyes skated hotly over Tony's face, down to his lips then back to the smoldering brown eyes. He licked his lips in the hopes he'd get the taste back but it wasn't good enough. The blonde took over for another kiss then, his hold on Tony shifting to one closer to dominance, holding him and tilting him back, the smaller male's body letting him easily. He wanted to touch more, to be touched more, something to ease the fire in him, to cool down the heat or at least share in it. But the fact that they were in public was a little more real when a security guard chuckled and cleared his throat.
"Not allowed to do that in here, boys."
Steve straightened them up, "Sorry sir, won't happen again." He blushed deeply and looked over at Tony, trying not to smile as much as he was. What was that? He had no idea but he wanted more of it. "We uh... we have something to..." He motioned toward the paintings further down the hall.
Tony was speechless, "R-right, yeah." He fell in step beside Steve unconsciously, his mind wandering. He thought that he was shooting himself in the foot with that one. He'd admired Steve these past few days, his smile, his physique; hell, Tony had made a very conscious note of those shoulders months ago when he was cornered behind the school. 'He likes me,' Tony concluded somewhat mystified. "For the record, that was hot."
"Tony," Steve sounded completely calm as he spoke, "I think you just invented a new shade of red," he glanced over and his cheeks were indeed brighter than they had been all day. "But yeah, it was." Steve smiled shyly and looked ahead; he wanted to take Tony's hand but thought that might be pushing it. 'It'd be really nice though...' He figured he might be more sentimental than Tony, that that kind of thing pleased him more than the other boy. Best not make Tony uncomfortable.
Tony chuckled to himself, quietly at first, and then it grew to a full laugh, "Damn that security guard! Damn him all to hell! Can you imagine? Sex in the Louvre? How many things are we doing that we could get kicked out for." Tony anticipated another bashful shying away from Steve. No matter how hot and bothered Steve got, he still got embarrassed by the notion of sex.
And he was right because Steve did in fact turn his head away, the colour not fading even a little bit. "Tony, shhh." He scolded softly, "Don't talk about that so loudly, they might actually think we're doing something wrong or worth booting us over." He couldn't stop smiling despite his words and tone, it was a nice thought, having sex in the Louvre, but he could never bring himself to say it out loud.
They walked together and did what they had planned on doing for their project; all the while Steve stole glances and checked out what had caught his interest. He cursed his hormones and the damned thing called puberty that refused to allow him control over the dastardly things. But he wanted that. He wanted all of that arrogance and self-serving pressed beneath him, just for a little while.
"Hungry?" Steve asked after he felt the familiar rumbling in his stomach, partially surprised it managed to trump his perverse brain functions. That one pizza pop commercial was kind of right, 'he was thinking about girls, stomach', it had been stupid when he saw it but apparently advertisers knew the male brain fairly well. One thing conquered the thought process and apparently food was beating out sexual desire. He was okay with this. "I kind of... could probably eat a small horse." He laughed to himself, making sure his camera was still hidden.
"Hmm?" Tony brought his mind back around –the paintings were boring, and feigning interest was only possible in that an interested person would stare for long periods on end. Tony could stare, and have his mind dwell on Steve for long periods on end. Dwell on all of that muscle and sexual frustration, on that blissful and blistering kiss, and on the way Steve just took. "Food sounds good. I'd say I know a place but ahh," Tony looked around the halls of the Louvre as though they represented the greater portion of France, "I obviously don't."
Steve laughed and took Tony's hand, ignoring the heat in his face as he did so, "You don't need to know a place, we'll go and find one. They're all over, come on." The dark red shade on his cheeks had died down significantly, now just a warm pinkish colouring as he led his friend along toward the exit.
Tony's brain nearly exploded –hand holding. This was a realm of intimacy that he rarely, if ever, treaded. Things weren't just getting hot, they were getting serious. Tony hardly knew what to do or say, this was far beyond friendship, and they hadn't even broached that subject in conversation yet. He gripped Steve's hand back, letting the teen know he wasn't just a limp fish, "Then let's find a place."
Tony sat across from Steve on the outdoor veranda of one of many infamous Paris cafes, enjoying his overpriced lunch and French baguette. "Did you want to spend more time in the hotel room this afternoon? I don't want us to run ourselves too ragged with this new exposure thing, not to mention we didn't make it through all of the video footage from yesterday. There's a pool and hot tub, we could just... hang out, maybe watch a movie after.
Steve nodded, his mouth more than a little full. Tony had been completely right on the account of 'you will be hungry later'. He was starving. He'd run himself down to the minimalistic amount of fuel he had left, his energy burning through everything. He'd been so excited and nervous all at once that his adrenaline ate up a lot of his energy. Food was the logical fuel for him and quite frankly he'd stuffed his mouth too much to be able to answer properly. So a nod would have to do to answer Tony's question until he swallowed. "That sounds like a good idea, we were all over the shopping areas yesterday and today we've spent most of the day in the Louvre, if I get any more excited I'm going to pass out." He laughed and went back to his lunch.
"Tomorrow I think we should travel to Rome and the Vatican, see some of the really interesting things. That's where most of the really good architecture is, where Michael Angelo's real masterpieces are, Sistine Chapel and all that. What do you think, Steve?"
The other teen nearly dropped his fork, mouth hanging open as his mind registered what had just been said to him. "Rome?" he whispered with wide eyes, "You're kidding? You're going to take me to the Vatican?" His slack-jawed expression quickly flipped up into an open-mouthed smile, "Oh my gosh YES!" He felt like a small child who was just offered a trip to Disneyland. Of course, he'd probably still react the same way to that kind of trip; he'd never been to Disneyland either. "Yes yes yes!"
Tony smiled brightly, more than pleased with himself. Steve was nowhere close to being that glum, angry teen who was letting down his mother by not making it to family dinner. Steve was in Europe, touring the Louvre, and practically vibrating out of his seat with joy at the prospect of visiting the Vatican. It seemed like a no-brainer to anyone else, but to Tony it was an epiphany: he'd never realized just how much of a difference it made in others if you did things for them instead of for himself. This trip to Europe had been entirely self-centered on his part, he wanted to travel during reading week and get away. He'd been prepared to bribe whomever necessary to ensure that he went, and his lies only made Steve angry, caused him to miss something important. Now Tony was trying to make this good, make this right, and Steve was having a blast. This was by far the best worst idea he'd ever had.
Steve walked into the hotel room and stretched, he was so glad he'd been paranoid enough to pack swimming trunks. He knew Tony would get them a hotel with a pool and he knew the genius would suggest swimming. So he had packed appropriately, you never know when you just want to relax in a pool and honestly he hardly ever had the chance to do so in a hotel so why not spoil himself a little bit?
'We could just hang out, maybe watch a movie after.' Wait a second. Steve had to back track on that thought, had Tony been trying to set it up like a date? No. He'd said hang out, specifically not a 'dating' kind of phrase. And he wasn't sure if that thought upset him or relieved him. 'It is what it is.' Steve decided and went fishing for his trunks in his bag, finding the blue pair pretty easily; nothing else was made of the same material. "So Rome, you know how to get there?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder and heading toward the bathroom to get changed, pausing in the doorway. It was always best to secure your changing location first, never know what kind of weird things a Stark might do. Or so he told himself anyway. "Is there a train or are we flying? Driving?" He kind of hoped it was a train, he'd never been on a train before.
"Train," Tony replied evenly. "Almost all forms of transport are ground here in Europe. Or ferry, but we're not going to England tomorrow." The smaller teen tossed his shirt and pants onto the bed, scrounging around in his many bags while trying to recall which one he'd packed his swim trunks in. "I already have our train tickets, so don't worry about that. We just need to get on the right one."
Seeing Tony strip down without a thought caught Steve by surprise, "Uh, right." He stammered, a vibrant flush colouring his cheeks as he remembered the feeling from earlier, the museum and the kiss and the touching. He smiled and touched his lips, disappearing into the bathroom and removing his clothes, quickly pulling on the trunks. He was about to go swimming with Tony. After such a wonderful day and... that moment they had shared... He couldn't stop blushing and thinking about it now. He'd been distracted with food and the Vatican that he was a little overwhelmed with information.
Steve walked out of the bathroom with a towel over his arm, feeling a little exposed though no more so than he had when Tony had been in his room the other morning. He looked the slender frame over and tried to remind himself to breathe normally. "Tony I..." he found himself breathless anyway and was well aware of how obvious it was. "You're uh... you look good." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and offered an awkward smile. 'Oh, you like him now? Alright, time to switch on seriously awkward teen mode. Activated.' He thought miserably.
Tony raised an eyebrow. That was a compliment based on an observation. Steve Rogers was checking him out in his swim trunks. Tony felt a bolstering of pride at that, and with pride came confidence. He crossed the distance between himself and Steve in a few short strides, coming to a stop inches in front of the taller teen. Tony placed a hand to Steve's bare chest, feeling the increased rise and fall of it, dragging flesh across flesh, pausing to pinch Steve's hardened nipple. "Do you really want to leave all of this tension unattended while we spend the next hour together half naked with our wet trunks clinging to our bodies? It sounds torturous."
Steve's breath caught in his throat and he whined from the sudden touch, his reaction to Tony nearly immediately obvious. "Oh god..." he could hardly form words but when he did apparently he decided to curse, and it was the wimpiest sound he'd ever made. For a few seconds he revelled in the feeling, getting his mind around what was going on, what was about to happen, trying to focus on more than just the other teen's fingers pinching at his skin and getting even more intimate.
In seconds Steve lifted Tony up, pressing their bodies together as he carried the other male to one of the two beds, neither was really paying attention to which one. Steve kissed along his partner's jaw and started in on the brunette's soft neck, nipping and sucking at the skin there. Tony gasped and wrapped his legs around Steve's waist, thighs clenched along the other's chiselled waist and heels digging into toned muscle. He could feel Steve's body shifting against him as the blonde walked across the room, strong arms supporting Tony's weight easily, hands exploring when they wanted to. Their lips were locked again, both moaning into like teens in heat, which they technically were.
Steve pressed Tony onto the bed, his weight holding the other boy down, moving against him as Tony thrust up into Steve's abdomen. They writhed along one another, greedily finding every bit of friction they could as they ravaged one another's mouths, gasping and panting, scratching and groping with every little bit of energy they had. Tony moaned and whimpered when Steve got a little bolder, his hand rubbing insistently at the aching erection pressing against the slick fabric of Tony's trunks. "Oh god, Steve." The billionaire gasped, his hips bucking up into the touch, feverish kisses along the larger teen's jaw.
Steve's hands slid along the smooth nearly silky skin of Tony's sides again, fingers hooking into the lip of the trunks and working them down. He wanted this, he needed this touch and he was going to take it. Tony wanted it too, he was moaning and nearly begging for it, hips never laying still, fingers grasping through Steve's hair like he'd find all his pleasure there.
After a moment Steve had caught sight of his prize, eyes lighting up in lust and desire as he leaned in closer to Tony's cock. He blew on the moistened tip a little, loving the tiny squeak he earned for it, the genius' thighs trembling and spreading just a little wider for him. Steve couldn't believe he was doing this but he decidedly ignored his brain. Shutting it down wasn't too difficult considering how much blood had left it for other things, he didn't want to take away from the physical. Steve was very capable of thinking his way out of an erection and backing off from the sexual act. But he didn't want to, not this time. Tony's touch was something he needed, he craved it more and more, his hands were all over the place, stroking up Tony's thighs and hips, behind him and caressing the swell of his back to his butt but not quite daring to go much further, not yet.
Steve wasn't letting himself think about it and just went for it, he wet his lips and wrapped them around the engorged flesh, suddenly having a new favourite flavour added to his general likes. He was surprised he liked it so much, a soft groan rumbling in his throat. Tony, in the meantime, was moaning loudly from the added pressure, the warm, wet pressure on his dick was enough to drive him wild. Who knew Steve Rogers could get so dirty? To give a blow job before declaring relationship status, very unlike him but definitely hot.
Steve started slowly, his tongue working along the shaft and taking in as much as his throat would allow. To his surprise he didn't gag even a little bit. Or, at least not until Tony got a bit excited and his hips bucked up. Steve gripped Tony's sides and held them down, lapping at the sensitive head for a moment, swirling his tongue along the foreskin gently before taking it in again.
"Fuck..." Tony gasped, pinning his shoulders into the bed. He'd gotten blow jobs before, had had sex before, but somehow with the pure and innocent blonde down between his legs, he was acting like a virgin all over again. "God... Steve..."
Steve moaned on him again, the rumble in his throat adding the extra little bits of pleasure to each sucking motion. His tongue massaged up and down a little faster, reacting to Tony's sounds, his body language, the little soft pleadings that the genius probably would have preferred Steve never hear. It was all a lot more intimate and intense than he would have predicted, and he enjoyed every fleeting second of it. With every bob of his head his body leaned forward and then back again, he could feel the hardened bulge in his trunks pressing helplessly against his trunks, demanding it be let free. He ignored it, hands sliding along Tony's legs again, more accustomed to the jerky thrusting of the other teen's hips as Tony squirmed uselessly.
"Steve... Oh! Ah! Ah ah ah ah Steve! Steve!" Long fingers gripped the blonde's hair and pulled, groped, and fisted, eliciting a soft sound of pleasure from Steve as he quickened his pace. It was moments later his mouth was more full than it had been, hot seed splashing at the back of his throat and filling his cheeks. Tony couldn't help the snap up of his lower body, he knew he'd choke Steve if he kept it up but the other teen was surprisingly good at it, continuing to suck him through his orgasm instead of backing off right away, massaging him right back down until he was soft again. "Ohhh..." Tony rolled his head back and relaxed, legs falling limp around Steve's shoulders. "God, Steve... You are amazing..."
Steve lifted his head, cum and saliva stringing from his lips to the limp flesh of Tony's groin. He could feel the cooling wetness on his chin and still dripping down from his mouth. He'd swallowed as much as he could though quite a bit spilled out before he was able to really comprehend what to do with it. The taste of Tony was all over and he found that he might not even mind drowning in it. "Thanks," he finally responded in a whisper, a little distracted as he wiped his mouth and jaw, "I've uh... I've seen a few... you know..." his cheeks were stained pink as he crawled higher on the bed and started kissing the other teen again, part of him wanting to share the new flavour he'd discovered, another part just wanting that closeness again.
Tony smirked into the kiss and continued to work his hands through the blonde mop of hair that he'd already thoroughly messed up. "You watch porn?" he asked with mock surprise.
"Yeah," Steve muttered into another kiss, getting more and more distracted as his body pressed down against Tony's, his legs trembling slightly as he tried to slow his excitement. Tony lifted a knee to push up against Steve's waiting arousal, loving the surprised gasp breathed against his skin, loving Steve's whimpering and eager humping even more. The blonde pressed down against Tony's leg over and over, his dick painfully hard, to the point that Steve was softly begging and pleading. It was almost incoherent but Tony could make it out, "Please... Tony please... touch me..."
"You're friskier than I thought," Tony whispered into Steve's burning ear, the blonde whining quietly for a firmer grasp on him, and once Tony had his trunks off and discarded to the side of the room, he got it. Strong fingers wrapped around him dextrously, getting to know the throbbing vein and leaking head intimately.
Steve bit back a louder moan, forcing it down with great difficulty as he bucked into Tony's hand, the friction and pressure on his was taking his control away faster and faster.
"Don't hold back, Steve," Tony whispered, kissing down the strained neck of his partner, "I want you loud, can you do that?"
Steve nodded as he panted against Tony's skin, the sweetest sound the genius had ever heard. At least, before Steve really let go that is. The larger male cried out louder with each stroke, his eyes firmly closed and mouth open in pleasure. "More..." He gasped weakly, "Oohhhhhhh Tony..." The way he dragged out his words, the ache and desperation clinging to each syllable was palpable and Tony was starting to feel a warm twitch in his loins again. Why was Steve so freaking perfect? And cute?
"Fuck," Tony breathed heavily, rolling the blonde onto his back and propping himself up for a better angle, looking down at the fully erect and weeping cock he had his hand on. So pretty, so eager, this was Steve's first time if Tony had to guess. Every little nerve was on fire, every inch of Steve's body was begging for more stimulation, more of Tony's touch, he just wanted everything. "You're greedy, you know that?" The genius laughed softly, watching how Steve's back arched and toes curled into the fabric of the sheets. "Just gorgeous."
Tony licked and sucked on his free fingers, slicking them before reaching over again, one wet digit circling the tight anus of his partner. Steve's breathing hitched and the muscles near Tony's finger tightened just a little further. "Tony?" The blonde gasped though it was dragged into another long and needy moan as Tony gave another firm stroke, thumb trailing over the foreskin gently, teasing for a moment.
"Relax," The brunette insisted and for a moment Steve listened, loving the touch and even the little burn of a finger pressing further against his entrance. He'd never put anything near there, the sensation was new and tingling all over. But it was all getting to be too much too fast, he whined and whimpered as he squirmed beneath Tony's hands, thrusting up into the other teen's fist. The length of just one of Tony's fingers was a strange feeling; part of Tony was in him, they were closer than touching, it was so much closer, so much more intimate.
Steve tensed when he felt a second finger prodding at him and he had to protest, "No, Tony wait." He gasped and struggled a little, trying to regain his mind as the other teen worked him up toward insanity. "Please, that's too much."
"Sorry, I should've stretched it a bit more-"
"No, I mean it's too much too soon." Steve looked at him sheepishly, an embarrassed flush to his cheeks that could only serve in making him more irresistible than he already was. But Tony listened.
"Alright," The brunette smiled, hiding his disappointment. Fucking Steve Rogers would have been the highlight of the trip for sure. But he wasn't a creep and he wasn't a rapist, if Steve was uncomfortable with their speed when he was in this state, of begging and pleading and needing more, then he was truly uncomfortable with their speed. "Relax, I've got you."
Steve nodded and laid his head back again, closing his eyes and letting his mind relax and focus on the sensations. It didn't take long to get him back in the swing of it, Tony paid closer attention to the way Steve's body reacted, the subtle little ways it begged silently for a little more, for a longer straying hand on it. It was nice to hear the blonde let go, hear that normally reserved voice gasping and pleading and moaning loudly. The way Steve said his name was enticing and endearing, his hands flimsily groping at the sheets and Tony's side, looking for something to hold onto, hoping to find something to ground him as he felt like he'd fly away any moment.
The soft whimpering became a little more panicked as Steve was overtaken by feelings he was entirely unaccustomed to. He whined and shook, frantic hands finding Tony and holding on tightly, the brunette smiling and whispering soft reassurances, "It's okay Steve, I've got you," he was surprised that Steve was so new to it, how often did the boy deny himself release? Or maybe Steve was one of the types that got so worked up that he couldn't finish himself off properly because his hands would stop responding. Judging by the way Steve was no longer coherent and his body reacted uselessly to his brain, Tony would put money on that last one.
Whimpering, whining and shaking suddenly broke into a loud cry bordering on a scream. Steve thrust up one more time before his body trembled and shook with the weight of an orgasm he hadn't been entirely ready for. Tony grinned, still working Steve through it, not letting up until the other's cries died down to moans, and until the moans fell silent. He looked down at the white mess all over his hands and noted that it spurted out pretty far; apparently Steve had some range with this thing. "Wow," Tony breathed softly and leaned over to kiss Steve's cheek, the blonde's entire body coated in a sheen of sweat, his chest rising and falling comfortably slow. "You really are something else."
"Mm..." Steve reached up and lazily pulled Tony down to the bed with him, nuzzling their faces together as he struggled to open his heavy eyelids. "You are too."
They shared another kiss, this one slower and less likely to bruise either of them. Steve's eyes fell closed again and he nuzzled up against Tony, the blonde was dozing lightly in seconds.
After waking properly and rinsing off in the shower, they finally made it down to the pool, there were no others in there at that time, just the two of them and Steve became more and more aware of his teammate the more he realized they were alone. He knew Tony could be quite devious and if the brunette had his way they may end up doing naughty things in the hotel pool. Best not to think about it, and if it came up he'd have to find the will power to say no. So he instead of driving himself crazy with the thought of 'what's Tony going to do' he looked up at the waterslide, noting that of course Tony would pick the place with the most entertaining toys. "Wow." He exclaimed softly before hurrying to the stairs, doing his best to focus on the slide and not what Tony would look like with those trunks wet and clinging mercilessly to his legs.
Tony smiled, "Wow is one word for it." The now overtly lazy teen strolled over to the hot tub and slipped into the soothing hot water, wasting no time in flipping the jets on. Sex had been good, or sexually messing around with Steve minus intercourse, had been good. They would have to have a talk soon, Tony could just feel it. But in the mean time he would enjoy it while it lasted, and relax.
"Tony! Tony watch!" He called from the top of the waterslide, excitement catching him like a child, he'd never been down a waterslide before and it was the coolest thing ever in that moment.
"What? What?" Tony yelled back with mock urgency. He pivoted in the tub and scanned the area for Steve, catching sight of the vibrant teen at the top of the stairs.
Once Steve had his friend's attention he threw himself down. He was aware the water was cold and full submergence was the best way to go about getting himself into it. There was nothing worse than slowly walking around as the cold water splashed and licked at the warm and dry skin. He let out a sharp cry from the sudden splash on his backside when it touched it, though he was happily distracted by the echo in the tunnelled slide.
Steve burst out at the end and floundered around until he popped back up, gasping and muttering things that could have been his version of 'fuck that's cold'. His eyes found Tony after and he gave a big grin, "Did you see?"
Tony couldn't help the smirk that crept over his lips, Steve was something else. From an angry hard ass to a bubbly child, and somewhere in-between Tony had also discovered a dirty, horny teen. "Yeah, I saw." Tony wondered how many other people knew so many different sides of Steve Rogers, and for perhaps the first time seriously considered that there may be something more between them.
The evening wore on and an outsider may have mistaken Steve and Tony for boyfriends of several months. The teens retired from the pool, playfully teasing one another up the elevator and back into their hotel room. After a shared shower (at Tony's prompting) they had retired to the one clean bed to relax and watch a hotel rental movie. Tony fell asleep within the first hour of the film, resting comfortably against Steve's side.
Steve adjusted his partner comfortably, letting Tony lay on his lap instead, hand brushing through the soft brown hair lazily as he watched the film. This had been one of the better days of his young life, he was pretty sure.