Tony Stark had been avoiding what had happened two weeks ago with Steve Rogers.
He did not have the guts to face him after demonstrating that he clearly could not control what was in his pants.
Depressed over the fact that he screwed up his chance with Steve, Tony stayed at home and mindlessly flipped through channels on his plasma television. When he got bored with that, he would throw himself in bed and sleep for hours. And when he wasn't sleeping, he was eating up half his fridge (and now that the food was starting to spoil, he was doing less and less of eating).
Pepper came over to Tony's place (after not hearing from him for days) to find open potato chip bags, candy wrappers and empty microwavable food trays all over the floor. Dirty dishes piled up in his kitchen sink and the faint smell of expired food floated from the fridge.
Pepper paved her way to Tony's dimly lit room and found him lying on top of a heap of dirty clothes, fast asleep.
"Tony...?" Pepper called out, continuously tapping his leg, eliciting a loud, deep snore from him.
Tony opened his eyes a bit, tossed and turned for a couple of seconds and then resumed sleeping.
Pepper gave a sigh of resignation before walking back to his untidy living room.
She dialed the number of James Rhode (Tony's best friend) on her cell phone.
"Pepper..? Hey, how are you?!" Rhodey answered his phone, greeting her jovially.
"Oh James! It's terrible! Tony's all depressed because of a stupid mistake he made. I told him to behave himself, but he never listens, oh god! Whatever will I do?!"
There was a pause on the line. Rhodey saw through Pepper's little "damsel in distress" act.
"What exactly do you want, Pepper?" He questioned.
"Just take him out for me, please?" Pepper pleaded.
"What?! Why me?!"
"Please James? He's depressed, and he's doing that thing with the television again..."
"The channel thing? Shit. Is it over that Steven guy you told me about before?"
"His name is Steve. And yes. So, you'll do it?" Pepper did not wait for an answer. "Thanks, I owe you one!" She hung up, leaving Rhodey to the sound of the dial tone.
Pepper opened her eyes slightly, allowing them to adjust to the light in her room.
Amanda was a few inches away from her, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling.
Pepper looked over at the digital clock on her nightstand that read "one thirty-four p.m." and smiled, recalling last night's events.
She and Amanda had (again) spent the whole night drinking wine and having sex (the empty champagne glasses on the dresser and scattered undergarments on the floor told no lies).
They had no doubt overdone themselves, their bodies finally burning out at around four a.m.
Pepper rolled out of bed, being careful not to wake up Amanda, and retrieved her silk robe from her closet.
After slipping it on, Pepper made her way to the kitchen to prepare some pancakes.
To her surprise, Tony was there, sitting at the marble counter on a stool.
"Jesus Christ Tony!" She cried, clutching her chest, "You scared the crap out of me!"
Tony did not budge from his seat. Instead, he gave Pepper a sad look.
She sighed. "What's wrong?"
"Everything. This situation with Steve has got me going crazy. I can't even fuck twinks without thinking about him"
Pepper walked over to the fridge and got out a gallon of orange juice. She reached up and opened her wooden cupboards and pulled out two empty glasses. "Maybe it's time to call Steve."
Tony watched her fill the two glasses to the brim with orange juice. She handed him a glass and he took a large gulp before speaking. "Who says I want to talk to him?"
"Tony..."
"Okay maybe I do, but what if he, y'know..."
"Rejects you?" Pepper finished his sentence. Tony looked at her matter-of-factly.
"What, you've never been rejected?" She asked jokingly.
Tony was silent.
"Oh my god, you've never been rejected. Wow. Just call him. And don't do that stupid thing you do where you show up at someone's house without calling."
Tony jumped off his seat and headed for the door. "I won't!"
Against Pepper's advice, Tony showed up at Steve's door (without calling) with his puppy dog eyes on display.
Realizing whom it was, Steve tried to shut the door in Tony's face, but Tony was able to block it with his foot.
"Hear me out...?" he pleaded with him, hoping for a break through.
Steve stared him down for a few seconds, and then crossed his arms.
"You've got two minutes to make your point." He said hesitantly, pushing the door open a bit so that Tony could to slip through.
Steve's apartment was small and cozy. The walls were creamy white in color and the furniture were all different shades of brown. The was a small kitchen to the left, two bedrooms in the back and two other rooms that Tony could not quite make out (Closet? Dungeon? Torture chamber?).
Tony walked across the living room and tossed his leather jacket on the deep brown couch.
"I love what you've done with the place." Tony said, taking in the entire decor.
Steve shot him a look that said you've got five seconds.
Tony sighed. "Alright, alright. Listen about what happened...before, I'm really sorry..."
Steve shifted his weight to his other foot and narrowed his eyes. "Go on."
"The truth is...every time I get something good, I mess it up..." He trailed off.
Steve uncrossed his arms, the stern look on his face softening just a bit.
"Look, it's okay," Steve replied, "I can get really oversensitive sometimes..." He quickly shut his mouth, pondering if he had said too much.
Tony looked into Steve's bright blue eyes and saw the pain he hid from his previous relationship.
Tony just wanted to hold him and tell him that everything was going to be okay, that he would take care of him and cherish him the way he was to be truly cherished.
Tony inched closer to him, testing the atmosphere. Once he sensed that Steve was okay with the proximity, he closed up the space in between them and pressed his lips to Steve's.
Steve hesitated for a second, but then kissed Tony back, pressing him gently against the wall.
The two men devoured each other, their kisses filled with passion.
Tony gained entry with his tongue and explored Steve's oral cavity. Their tongues danced and their mouths meshed, making each man melt with lust.
Steve blindly guided Tony to his room, occasionally bumping into the walls and furniture.
Once they reached their destination, he removed his shirt and allowed Tony to explore his neck and chest with his tongue.
Tony ran his tongue along Steve's neck, leaving a trail of violet bruises. He kissed his way down to Steve's erect nipples began to nibble, causing Steve to whisper out a soft moan from the back of his throat.
It had been such a long time since Steve had allowed someone to touch him or rather allowed himself to be touched. Intense pleasure began to build up inside him.
He couldn't control himself any longer.
He pulled Tony up by his deep brunette locks and looked him in his eyes. "Tony, I want you to do it already."
Tony smiled at Steve teasingly, his dark brown eyes filled with lust.
"Do what? Tell me what you want, Captain." He growled, licking his lips. Steve almost came.
"Fuck me Tony," he moaned hungrily, "Do it now."
Steve giving him an order was enough to make Tony rip his jeans open and slide them off his legs. He removed his own shirt and jeans and climbed back on top of Steve. He lifted his legs up and penetrated him so deeply that Steve swore he saw stars.
Tony began to thrust into him, making Steve scream out in mixture of pain and pleasure.
"Ahh…harder…" he begged. Tony obeyed and began to roughly plummet his cock into his hole. Soon the bed was rocking with their thrusts and slamming into the bedroom wall.
"Oh god! Right there! Right there!" Steve cried out, digging his nails into Tony's back. "DON'T…STOP…"
"I think I'm going to come…!" Tony exclaimed. He quickened his thrusts.
"Fuck..!" Steve squirted onto Tony's stomach and seconds later Tony came, filling him up with his hot cum.
The two fell onto the bed, trying to catch their breath.
"That…was…great…" Steve managed to say, still out of breath.
"Who knew you were such a freak in the sheets," Tony said wondered aloud, causing Steve's face to redden. Tony turned to Steve and kissed him. "I like it."
Steve laid in Tony's toned arms, taking in the breeze that came from the slightly open window in his sun was also shining through, hitting his body with warmth.
Using one hand, Tony flipped through GQ Magazine, occasionally pointing out guys that were "doable".
"Oh yes, him definitely." he said, pointing out a blonde modeling for an underwear ad.
"He has a nice ass, but look at that brunette," Steve affirmed, pointing at the next page, "Now he's doable."
Tony frowned and tossed the magazine to the side of the bed.
Steve looked at Tony in disbelief. "Hey—!"
"You just like him because he looks like me," Tony scoffed, rolling over on top of Steve so that he was able to pin him down on the bed.
"No, Anthony, you're just jealous." Steve teased.
Tony leaned into him and whispered into his ear "I'm not jealous because I know I'm better. And I can evidently fuck you better."
He placed his lips on Steve's neck and slowly kissed him down to his naked chest.
Steve chuckled, pleased that Tony had gotten jealous over what he considered to be "competition".
Proving his point, Tony ran his tongue around Steve's now erect nipple. Steve shuddered a bit, trying to contain himself.
The doorbell suddenly rang, interrupting their fun. Tony sucked his teeth as Steve pushed him off his body. He got up and started for the door.
"If it's Pepper, I swear to god...!" Tony shouted from the room.
"Pepper isn't going to come...here..." Steve trailed off as he opened the door.
His mouth dropped open. Steve could not believe whom he was seeing.
"...C-Clark?!"
The man looked up shyly, running his hand through his jet-black hair. "Can we talk?"
Author's Note:
Wow, I wonder what's going to happen next (I seriously don't know).
Will Steve get back together with Clark?
I guess you'll just have to wait and see...(muahhahahaha) ;D
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