Chapter 7.1
A few days later and Tony grinned at the site in front of him. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a wad of notes, "Thanks, José."
"You pay for girl too, Mr Tony?"
"No. Not today. It's...Uh, not for me. If you get me."
"Oh? Oh!" José sniggered into his hand, pocketing the cash with the other. " Okey-dokey, Mr Tony. I get message. I go now. Enjoy."
Tony rolled his eyes skyward as José left and then turned back towards the table that now stood in the midde of the lounge. He smirked and rubbed his hands together. He headed into the gym and gathered all the towels he could find, dumping them on to the couch before wandering to the ajoining bathroom for the massage oil packs his adoring female fans sent his way every Christmas.(Along with their offers for free massages.)
"Tony? Where are you, Tony?"
Just who he wanted. Tony poked his head around the door frame to find Sherlock bending over the table and examining it closely. "Over here." He smirked as Sherlock jumped a little before turning to face him with a small grin. " Have I got a pleasant surprise for you."
" For me?"
" Mm-hm." Arranging the oils on a side dresser, he handed Sherlock a warm towel and nodded towards the bathroom. "Have a quick shower while I finish up." Sherlock arched a brow but took the towel anyway and headed for the bathroom. Tony heard the door click shut and started opening the bottles untill he found one he liked. He slipped out of his shirt while waiting, he didn't have to wait long though. Sherlock re-appeared five minutes later only dressed in a towel that hardly covered his waist. " On the table please, Mr Holmes." He rubbed his palms together until they glistened with the oil. Sherlock followed his hands, a cute blush rose on his cheeks. Tony smirked dangerously at him, "On the table, please." He repeated. Sherlock sat nervously on the table's edge, "On your front, Holmes." Once Sherlock had done what he wanted, Tony started kneeding the tops of his shoulders. The detective let out a deep moan when he reached a sore spot at the base of his neck. "So tense, so tight." Leaning over he bit down softly earning him another moan. He swallowed it with a smile and continued south. With open palms he used the heels of his hands on the muscles either-side of his spine and Sherlock grunted. Passing the towel barrier he moved onto the backs of his legs rubbing the taunt muscles with his finger-tips in small circles. Sherlock ,who had been drifting off under his minerstrations with his head resting on his arms was now trembling, his breath coming out in harsh pants. Tony stepped back and ran a lone finger up the out-line of his vertebrae and he shivered.
"Time to turn over, Sherlock." He wasn't surprised that his voice had turn harsh.
"I think I'll stay as I am." Came Sherlock's shaky reply. He looked over his shoulder, the cute blush covering his cheeks had darkened in colour. "Could you hand me a robe?" Tony smirked knowingly and nodded, silently handing him a terry robe and turning away to give him some privacy.
Via the reflection in the windows Tony watched Sherlock pushed himself off the table and was given a fine view of the detective's lower assets. He wanted to lower his eyes but found he couldn't. He could feel a familiar warmth center at the base of his stomach, his hands clenched and unclenched as he gazed at Sherlock as he doned the robe. He couldn't take it anymore. The tension between them had been simmering for the last few days. This gesture was meant to calm and relax, but it had back-fired and had the complete opposite effect. Something had to be done.
Sherlock was just tying the belt when he felt a hand wrap around his upper arm and found himself forced back until he felt his back connect solidly with the nearest wall. "Wha..?" He looked up and met the brown eyes of Tony. "Mr Stark?"
"Don't, just don't." Tony braced his hands either side of Sherlock's head, trapping him, and brought his mouth roughly upon Sherlock's. Sherlock's opened his mouth to protest but couldn't as Tony slyly pushed his tongue into the wet warmth. His protest turned into a moan feeling Tony's hands slide down his sides, taking hold of one thigh and hooking around his waist. Sherlock wiggled with slight self-consciousness and Tony pulled back." If I do anything that freaks you out, you have my permission to hit me ." Sherlock nodded and he swooped in for another kiss. The make-out session against the wall soon became heated, the room reverberated with muffled groans, grunts and moans from both parties. Tony, who at this point had been keeping himself in check, wanted the detective naked as soon as possible and moaning his name. He growled softly moving his hips forward, hand gripping Sherlock's thigh, his nails leaving half-moons on his skin. Sherlock gasped at contact and reached between them to Tony's jeans, fumbling with the fly. As he felt Sherlock tug down below Tony realized something of vital importance, the angles they were at were all wrong and, if they were to continue, Sherlock would surely be hurting something terrible afterwards. Reluctantly he lowered Sherlock's leg from his hips and stepped away. Sherlock gazed at him puzzled but he just smirked and held out a hand. "Come with me." Leading him to the sofa, he grabbed a bottle of massage oil and one of the over-large towels. " Better safe than sorry." He said at Sherlock's bemused expression. Spreading the cloth on the seat he sat down, tugged the ends of the belt and pulled Sherlock towards him and onto his lap.
Sherlock wordlessly complied, he straddled Tony's waist, his thighs either side of his lap. He gently squeezed his thighs to gauge Tony's reaction. Tony closed his eyes and breathed loudly through his nose, tightening his hold on his waist. "Tony..?"
"I thought I was stronger than this. I really did. But..."
"You wish to copulate."
Tony's eyes slowly opened. A sly smirk appeared and he nodded, " If that's your way of putting it...Yeah." Sherlock sat back, a difficulty task on Tony's lap, and tilted his head weighting up his options. He gazed hard at Tony and, seeing the unmistakable cloud of lust flicker across his face, he nodded. Tony blinked, "Are you sure?" Another nod. "It might hurt."
"I know." Sherlock shakily went for the waistband of Tony's jeans. He managed to work the stud free and dragged down the zipper but then stilled. "Uh,Tony? A little help?" Tony smirked dangerously and lifted his hips, just enough to allow Sherlock to push his jeans and shorts down past his knees, revealing himself erect and eager. "Tony..." His voice was laced with hesitation.
"Hush," Tony undid the sash of the robe, pushed the lapels to the sides leaving Sherlock's torso exposed for his amusment. "You're mine now, Holmes." He tugged the bottom of the robe free from under Sherlock's legs. Sherlock shivered against him. He pulled him tight along his body and tried to reasure him with a kiss. It was nice and gentle and Sherlock began to relax, becoming like a new-born kitten pawing at his chest. Now he had him distracted he fished among the cushions for the oil... Finally! He quickly snapped off the lid , poured an adequate amount onto his fingers, pushed under the rough fabric of the robe and down the ridge of Sherlock's spine to his goal. "Easy..." He tentively eased his fingers in, Sherlock made a gurgling sound from the back of his throat and tried to move away but Tony held him firm with his other hand around the back of his neck. "Sshh...OK, it's OK." He murmered after he finished preparing him. Sherlock nodded, not meeting his gaze and got up onto his knees. With Tony hands on his waist he leaned forward for another reasuring kiss which Tony gave as he slowly lowered himself.
Suddenly Tony's hands tightened painfully on his waist, his nails digging into his flesh and Sherlock jerked violently as he felt something enter him deeply and sharply. He bit his bottom lip and hissed in pain as he felt Tony move inside, all the way. It hurt. Really badly. He had never felt pain like it, he felt like he was being torn in two. "Tony..." He mumbled against his lips, his eyes watering slightly.
Hearing the distrest in Sherlock's voice ,and feeling slightly more dampness in his lap than necessary, Tony stilled and reached up to cup his cheeks. With the pads of his thumbs he wiped away Sherlock's tears. " Oh, God...I'm so sorry, Sherlock." Drawing him closer he kissed his eye-lids, hoping to soothe away the pain, "We don't have to," He murmered softly, " we can stop."
"N-no," came the shaky reply. Sherlock pulled back a few inches, trying to get some distance between them. He could feel blood trickerling down his legs,mixing with other fluids from both of them. Tony shifted under him, hoping to ease his discomfort but only managed to burying himself deeper inside Sherlock. "Oh, God." He whimpered, clutching Tony's his teeth, readying himself more hurt, he impaled himself on Tony again and again. But after a few moments, after getting used to such abuse ,he found that the searing pain had turned to a dull ache and was now some-what managable. He squeezed his thighs,"Oh..."
"Oh,fu-ugh!" Tony groaned, his head falling back and blinking furiously. His hands tightened on Sherlock's thighs. "So...Tight..." He moaned as his hips found a pleasing rhythm for both him and Sherlock, going by Sherlock's breathless mews. He could feel the familar pressure of pleasure from earlier building at the base of his belly,soon it was going to boil over. Now that Sherlock had got used to his presence it was time to change the game. Kneading the soft flesh of Sherlock's legs in warning he jerked his hips upwards violently. Stunned, Sherlock threw his head back, gasping softly. He smirked, " Like that,huh? "
"Mmm..." Sherlock was too dazed to form a proper answer. "Please..." He crooed arching his back. Tony grunted beneath him his hips snapping to and fro in harsh, jerky movements. Sherlock whimpered and moaned above him, a desperate expression flickered across his face, one that he was sure mirrored Tony's. " Tony,please..." He begged.
"Nearly there...Stay with me..." He panted between thrusts as he struggled to reach his climax, wanting to be right there when Sherlock finally lost all of his self-control. " C'mon, Sherlock..."
"Tony..." Sherlock's breath came out in small huffs. He met Tony thrust for thrust. He clawed at Tony's chest urgently,almost sobbing for his realease."Please, Tony..." He gasped. Tony swivelled his hips sharply,hitting his sweet spot dead on. He threw his head back again, the full force of his release took him by complete surprise," Tony !"
"Tony!"
Someone was shaking his shoulder hard. Tony fell off his chair with a surprised, "Gah!" and rubbed the back of his head with a groan. He twisted his head side to side and found he was sprawled out on the work-shop floor. Through hazy eyes something came into view above him. He blinked couple of times,"What the hell happened?" He asked groggily when his vision had semi-cleared.
Pepper looked down at him with an amused expression on her face. "Uh...You fell asleep." She looked at him hard, "Anything interesting? Or just your normal sweaty bimbo dream?"
He sat up, leaning on his elbows, " Urm...Sweaty bimbos." Pepper narrowed her eyes at him and raised a questioning brow, "Honest truth." Convinced with his answer, she turned away, not seeing his relieved exhale and smirk. "Wh-Where's Sherlock?" He tried to stiffen a yawn and failed.
"Mr Holmes is trying on some suits for tomorrows benefit party. Surely you hadn't forgotten?"
He had. "Of course not, Potts." He frowned a little. "Wait a minute, back up, Peps. Holmes is trying on suits?"
"That's what I said."
"He's planning on going?"
"Not quite. He's filling in for you."
"Oh, that's good." Tony yawned off-handedly but,as Pepper's words sank in, bolted up-right, "What? B-But...How did you two fool the tailor into thinking he's me? I mean," He tapped his chest lightly, "Glowing heart, here."
Pepper grinned, " Sherlock had this great idea: taking a child's Iron Man costume we cut out the the fake arc reactor bit. After taping it to his chest, and I nearly fainted being that close, Sherlock put on one of your snug body-shirts. And...Ta-da! Instant fake Tony with glowing chest piece."
"That Sherlock's a sly son of a bitch, isn't he?"
"You've not seen anything yet." She muttered under her breath, a twinkled entered her blue eyes at Tony's blank expression.
I didn't mean for it to be THAT long! What is happening to me?
Any way, I don't know about you, but I got a hot flush writing that.( Even if it was only a dream sequence.)
"Will they/Won't they?" in the real story is...I don't know, jury's still out on that one.
Reviews are always welcome.
M.x
