Tony woke up with a new feeling of security and warmness. A feeling he hadn't felt since long ago.
Suddenly he felt a warm kiss in the top of his forehead. Strong hands brushing his hair.
Steve!
He reacted so violently that their heads crushed together. Tony heard the gasp of pain coming out of Steve's mouth.
He looked up to see Steve touching his lips checking if they were bleeding. And the image of those large fingers touching those pinky lips made Tony crazy.
"Sorry, you kinda scared me" he tried to sound normal, but he had dreamed about those lips that night "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked sitting down. Trying to stay away from his mind.
And then he made the awful mistake of looking up.
Steve's eyes wander up and down him, taking small moments in his lips and the growing bulge between his legs.
Before Tony could say anything, Steve pulled him closer until he was sitting on his lap and proclaimed his lips with his own. Tony moaned against the sudden rush of pleasure that went running to his private parts, making the morning arousal even bigger. His head was spinning with the intensity of the kiss and the warm breath of Steve mixing with his own.
His lips abandoned him to draw small trails with his tongue on his throat.
"Steve" he called, but not even himself could recognize his own voice.
There was so much power in his touches. So much magic. It made him want, almost painfully, so much more.
Steve rolled him over, pressing his back against the mattress. Even through his pants, Tony could feel his erection, hard and hot, against his hip, gently touching his own, as his hands cupped his buttocks and he breathed raggedly in his ear.
"You need to stop" Tony managed to say at last, his voice sounding weak.
"Stop what?" he asked "This?" His tongue swirled around and around his ear.
Tony hissed in pleasure. Chills sent all through his body, making his blood hot, accumulating in a especial area, one where he desperately needed Steve there.
"Or this" he moved a hand down his hair to his groin to cup him there, where he needed him the most. Steve's devilish smile grew bigger when he saw how hard and ready Tony was.
Steve encircled the tender, throbbing flesh with one hand, and began stroking.
It was almost a dance. Slow and tender, then fast and harsh, and then again.
Tony clung to him as his hands and tongue continued their relentless assault of pleasure. With all his worries gone, he rubbed himself shamelessly against him, seeking even more of his heat, his touch.
Steve closed his eyes, savoring the scent of Tony's body beneath his, the feel of his arms wrapped around him. He could feel him quivering and pulsing around his hand as his body writhed to his caresses.
At any moment, he would climax.
With that thought foremost in his mind, he left go of Tony's mouth and went down to drive him even crazier.
And this is what it was to him. More than his job, more than his curse, it was only the thought of making his sexual partners enjoy every single encounter. It was what pleasured him.
Looking up at Tony, he took his hard member on his mouth.
Tony moaned, loud and piercing, throwing his head back at the intensity of the pleasure.
Steve was delighting in the feel of his puckered flesh teasing his tongue, his pre-cum sticking in his taste buds, forever.
He couldn't remember a man ever tasting this good.
It was a taste that branded itself in his mind, one he knew he would never forget.
And he was ready for him.
Steve finished Tony's pants away and slid a finger inside him. So hot and tight. Exactly like he wanted him.
Tony was lost. He kept thinking hundreds of reasons why this was wrong but it didn't matter anymore. His will was no longer his own. It had been swallowed up by sensations so intense that all he wanted was relief.
He needed relief.
Reaching up, he buried his hands in Steve's hair, not wanting him to leave him for even a second.
Steve kicked his pants off and spread his thighs wide. Tony's body bursting into pure fire, he held his breath as Steve settled his long, hard body between his legs.
The tip of his manhood pressed against his whole. Tony arched his hips toward him and clung to his broad shoulders, wanting him inside him with a desperation that defied belief.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
Tony jumped at the sound, his mind instantly slamming back into control.
"What is that noise?" he growled.
"A phone" Tony explained, fixing himself and picking up the damn thing. He wasn't sure if he felt grateful or if he wanted to kill whoever was on the line. His hands were still shaking as he put the phone against his ear.
Cursing, Steve set down next to him.
"Barton!" Tony snapped as soon as he heard his friend's voice.
"Yeah, I'm just calling because Natasha left-"
"Whatever I don't care" he interrupted "Look, do you have health insurance? Because I may try to kill you one of these days"
"Oh my god, it worked!" it wasn't a question.
"Yeah, well- Hey stop that!" he yelled at Steve, who was busy working his tongue up and down his neck.
"I didn't do anything" Clint said in the speaker.
"Not you, Ste- uhm the Macedonia guy"
"Oh my god, I'm on my way" Clint said excited as he hung up.
"Ok, now. What the hell was that?" Tony said looking at Steve, whose eyes were darker than Tony had ever saw them because of the lust.
"That's something we have to finish" he said getting closer to Tony again but he pushed him away.
"Yeah, uhum. I'm sure" he said walking outside the bed "Look, I told you I don't want to sleep with you"
"The way you're body reacted tells me otherwise" he replied with a proud smile.
"Yeah, that's because you harassed me! You don't do that to people you just met!" he imitated one of Pepper's scolds before she became his girlfriend "I thought I told you what I wanted you to do yesterday. I want you to live. A normal human life for a month" Tony said looking at him in his eyes. He wasn't sure why, but ever since the guy told him his story, that's all Tony wanted him to do. Live before succumb into that dark hell again.
"Why?" Steve said looking at the mattress, like if he was disappointed. Tony put on his robe and set down again. Feeling much better now that he was dressed.
"Because- because I know what is like to be left alone in darkness. I know what is like to don't go out in weeks, and in your case well…centuries, and I want you to remember something nice once you're in there" Steve looked up to his face and saw a glowing smile.
"You want me to remember you? Well, with that moment we just have I'm going to remember you forever" Steve told him with a hoarse voice. This time it was Tony who pulled closer and kissed him.
"You want sex? Fine. We'll get there. But not today. Not until in 100% comfortable with this" he explained and Steve nodded "and no more sexual harassment" he scolded.
Still shaking he went to bathroom to take a long and painful shower.
"Ok, let's say for a minute that I do sleep with the guy" he told himself once the cold water washed all his body "A month of incredibly god-sex and then what?" he gently touched his member as the blood slowly left the pressure in it and started running through all his body normally "Then he'll leave and there goes another failure. And I'm certainly not going to be able to forget him…or walk for a week- anyway I'll be alone again. Empty and alone"
And that was the problem really. Pepper broke up with Tony for about a month ago. And it hadn't been easy. He took a week without speaking to anyone. And then when he did it wasn't a very good conversation because he was drunk.
He had felt miserable, unworthy. And that feeling kept him from doing his regular activity before he was with Pepper: having sex with strangers.
And that's why he promised, as he got out of the shower, that if he was going to have sex with Steve, he wasn't going to be a stranger.
Steve went downstairs, marveled at the bright sunlight streaming through the windows. It was funny how people used to ignore such beautiful thing. He remembered a time when he too had never noticed anything as simple as a sunny morning.
Now, every one was truly a gift from the gods. A gift he would savor for the next month until he was again forced to live in darkness.
He remembered what Tony told him about him knowing what true darkness felt like. He wanted to know so badly but he knew that the man wasn't ready to speak about that. Or about his little blue secret.
Or to have sex with him.
Overwhelmed, he headed into the kitchen and to the large cupboard where Tony stored his food. As he opened the door, the coldness inside amazed him. He spread his hand out, letting the rushing air wash over his skin. Incredible.
He picked up various containers, but couldn't read the writing on the labels.
"Don't eat anything you can't identify," he reminded himself, remembering some of the disgusting things he'd seen people eat over the centuries.
Bending over, he searched until he found a ripe melon in a bottom drawer. After taking it to the island in the center of the kitchen, he picked a large knife out of a block where Tony kept a dozen of them, and cut it in half.
He sliced a piece of it off and placed it in his mouth.
It was so good to have food again. Something to turn off that thirst and hunger.
Before he could stop, he left the knife aside and started grabbing the melon with his own hands, shoving pieces of it to his mouth as fast as he could.
It wasn't until he found himself clawing at the rind that he became aware of his actions.
Steve froze as he stared at his hand covered with the melon's juices, his fingers curled against the side like the claw of some beast.
"Roll over, Steven, and face me. Now, be a good boy, and do what I tell you to. Touch me here. Mmm … yes, that's it. Good boy, good boy. Please me well, and I'll bring you some food in a little while"
Steve flinched at the unbidden memory from his last incarnation. No wonder he acted like an animal; he'd been treated like one for so long, he barely remembered being human.
At least Tony hadn't chained him to his bed.
Yet, anyway.
Disgusted, he glanced around the room, grateful Tony hadn't seen his lapse of self-control.
He took the melon and tossed it in the trash receptacle he had seen Tony use the night before. Then he moved to the sink to wash the sticky sweetness from his hands.
He heard a knock on the door followed by rushing foot-steps on the stairs. Turning off the water, Steve reached for the dry cloth next to the sink and wiped off his hands and face.
In the quietness of the house he heard another man's voice "Where's he?" he could sense the excitement in the voice. Now, that's the enthusiasm he expected from Tony.
The two guys entered the room and Steve met big wide green eyes and whole open mouth.
"Oh sweet Jesus" Clint gasped.
Tony's eyes were twinkling between anger and amusement. He crossed his arms "Steve, this is Clint" he introduced.
"Oh sweet Jesus" his friend repeated.
"Barton?" Tony waved his hand in front of Clint's face but the man didn't even blink.
"Oh sweet-"
"Quit it" Tony told him annoyed.
Moving aside Tony, Clint walked marveled until Steve and then walked around him so he could see him fully. Starting from his head until his very toes.
"Would you like to see my teeth now, or do you rather I drop my pants off for your next examination?" he asked with more malice than he'd intended. Clint was, after all, technically on his side.
Hesitantly, Clint reached out his hand to touch his arm.
"Boo," Steve snapped, making him jump a foot into the air. Tony laughed.
"Ok, ok. Stop mocking me you two"
"You deserve more" Tony said behind them. "Not to mention that you'll take him with you for the whole day"
"What?" both Steve and Clint said looking back at him.
"What, you don't expect me to take him to the meetings, now do you?" Tony said raising an eyebrow.
"Why? I think the board will love him, don't you?" Clint joked. "Can you call them off and say you're sick?" he said with a smile. And Steve agreed.
"No, Pepper will kill me if I don't go to this meeting" he said and Clint gave him a dirty look.
"Oh c'mon, you're still trying to get her back?" he asked turning fully to face him. Steve frowned in the back.
"I am not! I'm just trying to be responsible with my company" Clint gave him a dirty look "Shut up, besides you're his number one fan and I'm sure he'd love to spend some time outside knowing the world"
"I rather stay here, with you" Steve said behind Clint, with those puppy eyes he had.
Tony bit his lip hard and avoid the eye contact. Not until you know him better, he repeated himself.
ok this thing is shit. dont tell me, i know. I HAD A MAJOR WRITER-BLOCKING that just ugh- I suck at writing smut ok. and this is not even smut-smut.
that's why i came with a good offer. I need a beta-reader, a fellow-writer, or whatever you wanna call it to help me write the smut (or to co-write it with me, whatevs). Because really, you have no idea how much i suck- really really bad that's how.
anyway, i hope to have the next chapter sooner because I don't think I'll collapse like i did with this one.
And also, sort of bad news, I start college next monday so my schedule will be a little tighter, let's hope it doesn't take my whole time.
askldflsf anyway, enjoy Outgoing!Steve as I loved writing it (ha, i had nightmares writing this Steve)