4. (Drop Dead) Beautiful – Britney Spears
"Look at you!" Tony teases, reaching out to drag his fingers down Steve's bicep, "Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous you are?"
Steve laughs nervously, taking hold of Tony's hand to stop the roaming, "Only you, Tony. I think you've had one drink too many," he reasons sensibly. He tries to ignore the way that Tony's brown eyes are fixated on him.
Tony's mouth reaches for Steve's and he turns his head; he can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"C'mon, Cap. Show me what a big boy you are. I can show you-"
"Tony," Steve growls, pushing away from him. He tries to fight the want to lean into Tony's hands. He wishes that for once Tony could make an advance on him when he was sober. At least then Steve could justify giving into it if Tony were actually going to remember in the morning.
Tony grabs the back of Steve's head, forcing him into a rough kiss and Steve can taste the whiskey on Tony's lips. He can't hold back the moan that escapes and decides that, tipsy or not, Tony is a damn good kisser. If he's that good with his mouth…
Steve loses his senses for approximately forty-five minutes
Tony pulls out with a groan and Steve collapses into a heap of exhaustion. He's honestly surprised when Tony takes the place beside him, head on Steve's shoulder, and whispers in his ear, as if he can read Steve's mind, "For the record, I am not drunk and I will remember every fucking second of that."