It's been a week and every day since then they have spoken to each other every single night. Tony wasn't sure how long they talked each time because he would always end up falling asleep before he got the chance to say bye. He can thank his long days at work for that, so e always felt guilty. But Steve always sent him a text that read goodnight. He'd always reply to it in the morning with something like 'Did I snore too loud for you?' Steve would always say no or I didn't mind. He was sure if they actually got together he would most certainly mind. A lot of is dates left before morning because of it.
Tony had gotten off early that Evening around seven. He hadn't actually gotten any calls for over an hour and with a little convince and deal making, Fury hesitantly gave him permission to leave. He was glad he was able to leave. His day had gone all downhill since he got there first thing in the morning. First, Fury moved him from his corner cubical and straight into the middle of the office surrounded by everyone else. Fury didn't give him a reason why he moved him; said he didn't need one. But Tony knew why, Fury hates him. After that, every single call lasted for over an hour. Each one consisted of a person not knowing how to change their password to their wifi network and each one was transferred to him. He didn't know why all the other supervisors hated him so much; he had only been there for a couple of weeks. It was starting to get ridiculous, so he decided to play it sick and go home.
"I need to go home. I'm sick." Tony didn't even try to commit to it. If Fury didn't let him go, he'd go home anyway. Fury looked up at him for a what felt like a full minute than looked back down to his papers.
"You look fine to me."
"My throat hurts."
"You sound fine to me."
"And my head hurts. Also I'm nauseated. If you don't want me to give your precious head supervisor a shoe shine with my vomit I suggest you give me the rest of the day." Fury finally looks back up at him and scowls. A face that intimidated him every single time he was presented with it.
"Maria would have you on the floor before your lunch even came to your lips. You can have the rest of the day, Mr. Stark, but you come in an hour early tomorrow." Fury looks away and shoos Tony away. He didn't care if he had to come in early. As long as he got to end this shitty day he didn't really care.
When Tony came through the door he collapsed on the floor in front of his couch. Thank God the carpet was a shag one; it took most of the impact. He let his cheeks run along the floor and one of the threads got caught slightly in between his lips. He left it there and decided he would just not care about it. He didn't didn't care about anything at the moment. He just wanted to-. No. That was wrong, there was something he cared about.
Steve.
The name crossed his mind and he instantly ruffled around in his pocket for his phone and searched for Steve's number. He didn't hit send right away thinking he should just put his phone away and mope in peace. But he wanted to hear that voice. Needed to hear that voice. Just the thought of him hearing it, just that one thought and that was enough for him to hit that button.
"Hello?" Steve answered a bit out of breath. He didn't say anything as he wanted to just hear his voice for a moment. So he let him repeat himself.
"Hello?" This time he sounded a bit annoyed. Tony smiled imagining how his face looked; lip pushed out in irratation. Steve sighs and he hears him shift the phone in his hand.
"Whoever this is, it's not funny. I can hear you breathing." He's angry; he feels Steve is about to hang up and decides to say something. Anything.
"Steve." There's a slight pause before Steve answers.
"Tony? Is that you?"
"Yeah." Tony's voice was hoarse and low.
"Are you okay? You sound upset."
"Just a bad day at work. Came home early. Why are you out of breath?" he asks not wanting to talk about his day. He just wanted to salvage the rest of it.
"Oh, I was just doing a workout. I got a new gym today or at least new gym equipment, I've only seem to have use of it for when I'm on an artist block." Tony heard him laugh and he can feel his face become hot. He loved to hear that laugh.
"That sounds nice. Not the artist block thing but you know. I thought I interrupted something." Tony's tone changed slightly and he had thought that Steve noticed; the long silence credited to that thought. Tony was about to apologie when Steve interrupted.
"No. I wasn't doing, that." Steve sounded embarrassed with a hint of arousal. Tony licked his lips ans went with it.
"So you say." Tony teased.
"I really do have a gym."
"I believe you."
"No you don't."
"Yeah you're right I don't." Tony chuckles and rolls onto his side his back giving a loud crack and he lets out a pained groan.
"What was that?"
"My back." Steve laughs and Tony narrows his eyes looking at the bottom of the front of the couch.
"What?"
"You sound like an old man."
"I am an old man." Tony stops for a second realizing what he had just said. Neither Tony nor Steve had ever mentioned their age. He didn't feel it was a problem but the sound of Steve's voice was obvious that he was young and that's all he knew; all he needed to know. He also knew Steve figured out that he was no longer talking to a man his age.
"How old are you?" Steve asks with a blank tone. Tony couldn't detect anything so he was hesitant in reveling his age.
"Forty." He says quickly and there was an awful silence that made Tony's skin tingle.
"That's not very old." Steve says playfully and Tony smiles relieved.
"You think so? I certainly feel old."
"If you worked out more you wouldn't feel that way."
"No I'm pretty sure if I worked out my body would reject the exercise and shut down. It wouldn't be pretty, I'm sure." Tony hears that laugh again and closes his eyes and just listens.
"I think I could show you a few work outs that would keep you from falling apart."
"Does any of those work outs involve a bed, 'cause that's the only place I can see myself working out with you." Steve's laugh comes to a abrupt halt and Tony's heart drops. He found him crossing that invisible line he always seems to cross. Tony has yet to render himself a filter.
"I..I think I can think of a few more places other than the bed." And Tony hears it again. That low hint of arousal he thought disappeared from moments ago.. So again, decided to go with it.
"Really? Like where." There was pause, but not like an awkward one but a pause for thinking.
"The stairs."
"I'm an old man Steve. My back wouldn't like that very well." Another pause.
"Floor?"
"I thought you were creative." He teased.
"A Hot Tube." Tony was going to criticize again but the thought of Steve shirtless; dripping wet and pressed against him in a hot tub was not a bad idea.
"That's more like it."
Steve's face was flushed. For the past few minutes of their conversation he had blushed at his own words and Tony's. Where he was getting the inspiration of this kind of talk was unknown to him but he continued anyway.
"There's not that much room in a hot tub, you know. So there are only so many exercises I can teach you."
"C'mon, Steve. Even I can think of a few that don't require that much room." Steve knew they were far past what they were originally talking about. Much farther of what he thought he would go. So why not go all the way?
"Care to elaborate on those, seeing you think you are much more experienced than I."
"I'm not really the one to slowly work into it. I like to get straight to the point. Steve blushes again seeing where this is headed and he bites his lip.
"Slow is good, sometimes. But I suppose if you're looking for a more satisfying work out, slow isn't for you."
"Exactly." There was a quick silence before Tony returned. "Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not talking about working out anymore."
"I know." Steve says with a sly smile to his face and this time he didn't blush.
"Good."
"But I'm still curious to know what we'd do...in the hot tub." Steve was hesitant about what he was asking for; he had never done anything like this before. Steve of course was not a virgin nor was he one to his own hand. He knew how these kinds of things worked. He's just never done it himself. But it seemed that was about to change.
"We'd mess around obviously."
"To what point?"
"To the point of you bucking into my hand with my tongue shoved down your throat. How does that sound?" Tony asked sounding fully aroused and Steve made a pleased sound. He didn't say anything but Tony knew.
"Do you like being jerked off, Steve? Would you like it if I did that for you?" Steve nodded knowing damn well Tony couldn't see him, but if he opened his mouth the only thing that would come out would be just noise. So he squirmed on his bed pushing a sketchbook onto the floor in the process.
"You can touch yourself, Steve. I can help. Let me help." Oh and boy did he want Tony's help. He wanted his help in more ways than one. But he had forgotten that he was able to help himself. Looking down it was obvious that's what was going to happen. So he lifted himself and used one hand to slide down his boxers and just left them there mid-way down his legs. He was sure Tony could hear the shuffling so when Steve quieted down he continued.
"Is that better? You're an artist Steve, so imagining that that was my hand instead of yours will be no problem. Let me help you, Steve." He hadn't actually grabbed a hold of himself yet, instead he closed his eyes and did exactly what Tony told him to do. He imagined it was Tony's hand instead of his own; starting with slow strokes. His mouth goes dry and releases the overdue moan from the back his throat.
"Don't I feel good, Steve? Does it feel good when I run my thumb over your slit? Hmm?" Steve mimics Tony's words and runs his thumb over the head and he bucks into his hand with a grunt.
"Do you know what I'd do if I was actually there? I'd taste you. I'd taste all of you, let you fill my mouth. Would you like that, Steve? Do you want that?" His hand quickens ate the sound of his name on Tony's lips and lets out another moan along with a few stammered words.
"Y..yes. I want that."
"I know you do. I could take all of you. I can use my tongue. You would like that, wouldn't you?" He can imagine the look on Tony's face. His red tear filled eyes, his swollen pink abused lips wrapped around his length. He can imagine gripping at his thick hair pushing him down further-.
"Tony..I.."
"Are you close, Steve? Are you going to come for me, Steve?" Steve made no attempt at answering; only pumped himself faster letting out tiny intense moans.
"I..oh God…Tony.."
"Go on, Steve. Come." And that was it. Steve's hand stills and he tenses feeling the heat of pleasure hit him. He accidently bites his lip in the process of finishing but ignores the pain as he comes in his hand and begins to shake, tasting the copper in his mouth. He drops his phone to grip onto the sheets and pushes his heels into the mattress. His eyes were still shut and he began to see white spots behind his eyelids. He didn't know how long his orgasm was but it was long and intense. He wasn't even sure if he had said anything or yelled anything. He really wished he hadn't being that would be frowned upon from other residents. He didn't want ugly stares or awkward silences while using the only elevator.
"Steve?" He can hear his name be called softy from under a pillow a long with a low ringing in his ears. His phone had gotten farther away from him than he thought as he thrashed around. He reaches over picks it up to his ear
"I'm here." He said still a bit out of breath and a bit dazed.
"Thought I lost you there for a second."
"You did."
"All in a day's work, my friend." Tony chuckles and Steve now feels that this is not the first Time Tony has done something like this.
"Don't get cocky."
"Speaking of cocky, do you feel better?"
"I thought I was the one trying to make you feel better?"
"You honestly think that letting me make you hit the edge didn't make me feel better?"
"I'm sure it made you feel a little more than better."
"Oh, Steve. You have no idea."
