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Tony was so grateful that when he and Steve returned to the tower, the place seemed empty. He could tell by the coats on the couch that Bruce and Thor were home, and he assumed that they were asleep. Clint and Natasha weren't back yet, apparently. This was the perfect time for him and Steve to sneak away into his bedroom. Well, Tony could tell that was what Steve wanted by the way he was being held onto, anyway.

Steve hadn't given Tony any personal space yet. He'd been all hands holding onto Tony, and all lips on Tony's lips. Thankfully, no one had touched in any discrete places yet, so it hadn't gotten weird. It almost made Tony's knees give out, the thought that Steve could be reaching second base that night. 'Second base? I just admitted I liked him maybe 30 minutes ago!' Tony thought, barely coherent. Steve's hunger was really beginning to drain Tony, and Steve was just getting started.

Steve kept having to shush all of Tony's quiet complaints, murmuring hotly in his ear, "Bruce and Thor will hear you if you keep making noise." Jeez, when had Steve become so seductive? Tony was pretty sure that Steve had never done this before. Growing up, his father had introduced him to Ms. Peggy, who was supposedly the only woman that Steve had ever loved. And anytime that Steve talked about Peggy, he got all blushy, just like he did anytime anyone mentioned fondue, as Steve tended to call it. So, if Tony were to put two and two together, Steve definitely had something with Peggy, but it wasn't sex.

"What are you thinking about so intensely?" Steve asked, pressing his lips to Tony's neck for the first time, raising a sharp gasp from the some-what older man. (Tony was older by appearance, anyway.) Steve liked his reactions. He'd been waiting for this moment for quite a while, and now that it was here, he found that he wasn't as nervous as he'd expected to be.

"I-I was just thinking about you," Tony finally answered as they started through the door of his bedroom. He swallowed when Steve let go of him so that he could close the door, and then turned, looking at him with glazed, slightly narrowed eyes, those lips parted, head tilted down to stab his eyes with spheres of electric blue. Shit, horny Steve was damn near irresistible. Tony wasn't even sure if he could look away, though every fiber of him wanted to, feeling already naked under those strong eyes. "Look, Steve, exactly how far is tonight going to go?" he asked as the super soldier slowly came closer, until their torsos touched again.

"I'm not about to do anything you don't want, Tony." He leaned down, his lips against Tony's right cheek, hands reaching out to grab Tony's shoulders. "If you think we're going too far, tell me to stop."

Tony shuddered, reaching out slowly to grasp Steve's biceps, melting under that steamy breath against his ear. "Not yet, don't stop yet." His voice sounded so needy, more than Tony had originally thought it was going to be. Was he really that hot for Steve? But then he felt Steve shudder a little against his skin, his desire apparent as well, and Tony decided, 'Oh hell yes. I do need him. I need him.'

They leaned away from each other momentarily, just to stare at one another, both viewing each other as marvels of nature, visions of true beauty. Steve cupped a hand to Tony's cheek, his stubble scratching the captain's skin. He connected their lips again, savoring the feeling of this. Part of Steve was worried that Tony would wake up the next morning, and decide this would never happen again. So Steve was determined to burn this all into his mind, just in case this was the one time occurrence.

For the longest time, they just stood there, slowly kissing. Tony's legs were starting to feel weak, so he stepped backwards hesitantly, hoping Steve would know to follow. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised that Steve quickened their pace, gently forcing Tony down onto the bed, the whole time their lips staying on each other. Tony scooted back on the bed, Steve keeping up with him, crawling over him, until they reached the headboard, and they paused. Tony kept a hand on the back of Steve's neck, leaning up to kiss him, and Steve kept hands on other side of Tony to support himself. For a while, Steve remained suspended above him, afraid that if he were to put his weight on the smaller man, it could crush him, but Tony started to get tired, and laid down flat, pulling Steve with him, until Steve was laying on top of him. Immediately, Steve held onto Tony, and rolled over, pulling Tony on top of him. He laughed a little in their kiss when Tony gasped, and Steve realized this would be Tony's first time in this position. That thought led to the next one of, 'Wait, will there be fondue tonight? Is Tony ready for that?'

As if they were telepathic, Tony broke the kiss, saying, "Wait, Steve, I don't want to go past second base tonight. I mean, this is great, but I don't want to go too far." He cringed a little, afraid of offending Steve. "Is…that okay?"

He noticed that Steve was just blinking, eyes slightly wide. "Umm…what is second base?" Steve was aware of the number of bases in baseball, but he hadn't thought about anyone applying that concept to a relationship.

Tony chuckled. "Oh, yeah that's right. You don't know about this stuff yet." He cleared his throat, sitting up on Steve, not realizing what he was doing until he'd already done it, and blushed because of it, thankful for the 85% darkness of the room. He'd never imagined straddling Steve before. Somewhat surprisingly, he liked it. "There are four bases in romantic relationships. There's first base, which is kissing."

Steve nodded, hands moving up to grab Tony's hips. "I like that base."

Tony smiled. "Yeah, uh, I do too." Usually he didn't like just kissing girls, unless they were Pepper. But Pepper was special. Tony supposed that Steve was really special, too. "And there's second base, which is as far as I want to go tonight." He paused, then explained, saying, "Second base is French kissing and groping."

Steve looked a bit dumbfounded, so Tony leaned down to demonstrate. He put his mouth on Steve's firmly, and proceeded to show him how they kiss in France. The super soldier responded immediately with a sound of enjoyment, pulling Tony closer and reciprocating Tony's motions, tongues dancing together. Steve was actually better at kissing than Tony had expected, which was good. The super soldier didn't use too much tongue, but he wasn't shy either. It was a happy medium. Steve broke the kissing with the question, "What is groping?"

Rather quickly, Tony grabbed the captain's hand, sliding it down to his ass. "Grabbing and touching each other, anywhere you want." He gasped when the captain squeezed his ass, and mumbled something about how this was nothing like baseball at all. He could assume that Steve was okay with just doing this all night long, what with already being touched everywhere by the strong pair of hands. Tony could only grip onto the super soldier's shoulders, a few fingers inching up his neck to thread into his blond locks.

"This feels good to you, Tony?" Steve asked hesitantly, his left hand slowly rubbing Tony's thigh, the other hand constantly on his ass. The way Tony's legs were spread indicated to him that he was indeed getting enjoyment out of this, and Steve smiled, inching his hand up the inside of Tony's thigh.

Tony let out another sharp gasp, pulling slightly on Steve's hair. "Yes, god, Steve. Don't stop what you're doing, please." In response to that, Steve groaned in a pleasurable way that made Tony's eyes roll a little. Things were already getting so heavy, and he wasn't sure if this was the right direction to be going in. Obviously, they both liked what was happening. They could both feel each other quite clearly, and knew they were in mutual agreement about this situation being so "oh yeah…" But Tony didn't know if he was ready to be feeling all of this with Steve yet, so he put his hands firmly on Steve's shoulders, rising up a little. "Wait, no, I change my mind. We have to slow down."

Steve paused, then sighed a little, pulling Tony down so that he could hold him in his arms. "You're confusing." Tony relaxed in his arms, happy to hear that Steve only sounded slightly irritated. He took Tony's chin, raising his face so that he could kiss him again. Steve's kiss was somewhere stuck between first and second base, like in those times when a player was creeping out to steal. He was gentle and slow, but Tony felt his tongue streak across his bottom lip, and he shivered in response. Steve pulled back from Tony to ask, "Do you want me to leave?" Now that question wasn't really fair. Considering how Steve was holding him, how would Tony have been able to tell Steve to go? There was no way he could've been strong enough for that.

So, Tony opted for weakness, saying, "I don't want you to leave." He resembled a small puppy in a gutter when he asked, "Are you going to stay in here tonight?" Steve could just imagine it, a little Tony curled up in the cold, wet gutter, his suit soggy and his eyes begging, shaking with cold.

Steve tightened his arms around Tony, keeping in mind that he was capable of snapping Tony's spine like a toothpick without exerting any effort. "Of course I'm staying. You couldn't pay me enough to go back to my room tonight."

Tony sat up slightly to make a smart-alecky remark about how he was more than likely fully capable of paying Steve enough money to convince him to leave, but Steve just pulled him in closer and made an annoyed sound that resembled, "Eh eh!" As they both lay there, Tony knew that he wouldn't ever need his money to make Steve leave. He knew in his heart that all he'd have to do was say the word, and Steve would be leaving with his head hung, wondering what he'd done wrong this time. The playboy decided he didn't want to see something like that, so instead he gripped Steve's shirt in his fists and breathed the man in, nearly taken aback by how willing he'd become for something like this.


Steve awoke the next morning to the beautifully frightening sight of Tony curled up against his chest. After taking in a sharp breath, the super soldier let it settle in that, 'Oh yeah… Tony admitted to liking me last night.' Slowly, he reached out to run rough knuckles down the billionaire's cheekbone. After the initial moments of startled grief passed, Cap half smiled, and let out a quiet chuckle. Had anyone told him he would be spending the night with Howard's son seventy years into the future, he probably would've thought they were delirious. But, here he was, a pristine picture of everything he never knew he wanted, snuggled up to his pects and far away in dream land.

With slight, unnecessary hesitation, Steve leaned down, pecking a kiss on Tony's forehead, which caused him to stir slightly and turn over onto his back. Steve sighed, then climbed out of bed, stretching his legs. It would be better if left before anyone found them together, as bad as it sounded. Even though they hadn't had sex, Steve hated the idea of leaving Tony's bed before he could wake up. It made it feel too much like a one-night-stand.

Only his shirt had come off last night, so it was easy to redress. Now, all he had to worry about was making it back to his room without anyone seeing. He almost didn't care if someone saw him in the hallway – as long as they didn't know where he was coming from. Steve pressed his ear to the door and held his breath. He didn't hear anyone on the other side, so he decided this was the right time to go. Steve swung the door open, took his first step out, then heard, "Steve?" With that, he froze, not daring to move, as if he thought the person behind him would see right through him as long as he was perfectly still. "Steve?" This time the question didn't come out sounding surprised, but rather like just turn around, you know I can see you.

Steve slowly peered back over his shoulder to see a befuddled Bruce, and his heart settled slightly in his chest. There was a better chance of Bruce understanding than Clint or Natasha. In resentment, he turned, letting out a sigh of embarrassment. "Morning, Bruce." He pulled Tony's door closed, so they wouldn't wake the billionaire.

Bruce's eyes moved from Steve's face to the door. "So…what were you doing in Tony's room? Rough night?"

At first, Steve was a little confused. Did Bruce know what was going on between he and Tony, or not? What was 'rough night' supposed to mean? He pondered on it for a few more seconds before the thought hit him, 'Right! Tony and Pepper broke up yesterday; everyone thinks Tony got drunk at a strip club last night.' Steve nodded, sighing again. "Poor guy, he's taking everything really hard. I was just checking on him." Steve wasn't too fond of lying, but what other choice did he have in a situation like this?

Bruce nodded back at him. "Right, I understand." He took another step towards Steve, then paused, looking quizzically at what Steve was wearing. "Wait…weren't you wearing that yesterday?"

Cap looked down at his clothing, and that's when he remembered that it was Bruce who had dropped him off at the gym before he and Thor went to the library. His clothes looked dirty too, from having worked out in them. "Uh, I never went to sleep last night, so…and I haven't had a chance to shower yet today." He swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing. The thread he was hanging by was getting thinner and thinner.

The scientist nodded. "Right. Guess you had a rough night too, huh? By the way, how'd you get home last night? I tried to call you to ask if you needed a ride home, but you never answered. Don't tell me you ran home."

Nervous laughter erupted from Steve, who was losing sight of any hope. "Actually, Tony picked me up last night. Yeah, he called a driver for himself, and I guess he thought to come and get me, too." Steve figured this would be a reasonable thought, because even though Tony liked to get hammered, he was never stupid enough to drive drunk.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "But Tony's Audi is parked in the lab downstairs…"

Steve groaned. "You're making this exhausting. Do you have to question everything I tell you?" He rubbed a hand across his face in frustration, pulling at the skin of his forehead and around his eyes.

"What's going on, Steve?" Bruce asked, looking a little worried now. Maybe he thought Tony had gotten hurt the night before.

Steve gave an exasperated look. "Tony and I were together last night. He was really torn up over Pepper, so I stayed the night with him." After seeing the surprised look on Bruce's face, his waved his hands in dismissal. "It wasn't like that." He paused. "Well, maybe a little. But we didn't fondue!"

Bruce looked a bit horrified. "You mean, you and Tony?" As Steve struggled to find words, Bruce turned away, a bit breathless. "I-I didn't even know that either of you were gay…"

"We-We're not!" Steve stuttered, walking in front of him. "Well, I mean, he's not. I don't know what I am… But you can't tell anyone, Bruce. Please promise me that you won't." His eyes were urgent as he tried his best to stay calm.

The scientist wouldn't look Steve in the eyes. "So, you guys didn't?"

Steve shook his head. "No, no we didn't. Not even close. I just really like him, that's all. He just found out last night and nothing happened, I swear. Please, Bruce, no one needs to know about this." He didn't want anyone to find out about the relationship budding between he and Tony. He wasn't even sure himself where it was leading.

Finally, Bruce nodded. "I won't tell anyone. Just…don't let me ever see you guys doing anything, okay?" He didn't look judgmental, just uncomfortable, and Steve could live with that. He was pretty uncomfortable himself.

After a fairly awkward silence, Bruce walked away, and Steve just stood there in front of Tony's door. Suddenly, the door opened, and Tony was peeking his sleepy head out. "What're you doing out here?" he slurred, rubbing his eyes. "It's so early."

Steve turned back to him, and his breath caught in his throat. He wasn't sure how Tony would react if he knew that Steve had just spilled the beans to Bruce. Instead of seeing what might happen there, he decided to keep it to himself. "I just…didn't want anyone to catch me coming out of your room."

Tony cocked an eyebrow at him. "Is it any better if someone sees you lurking in front of my doorway?" Steve started thinking about it, and Tony rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm gonna shower. You wouldn't wanna join me, wouldya Cap?" Steve's eyes got ridiculously wide, and Tony laughed before he could respond. "Don't look so scared, I'm just kidding. I'll see you at breakfast, okay?" He was about to retreat back into his room, then stopped, turning back to Steve again. "Oh yeah, and don't act weird, okay? We don't need it seeming obvious that something happened between us."

With that, Tony was gone. The captain looked down at himself, and decided that he needed a shower too. He walked towards his room, unable to stop thinking about what might happen if he connected eyes with Bruce across the breakfast table.