Just a heads up, this chapter is rated very, very, M. You have been warned. Ehehehe.
It was early morning by the time Tony knocked the head off a rogue, pain in the ass, freaky-lookin' organic android lurking in a cistern. Instead of flying straight back to his estate, the superhero took the robotic parts back to his lab at HQ. He'd given up on getting back to Steve when he picked up unwelcoming signs underground during the SHIELD mission. When he wanted to delay getting laid, he didn't expect it to be eleven long hours before touching down in the real world.
Dropping into his lab and throwing the android components into a chest, Tony tried to pinpoint Steve.
"Jarvis, is there any sign of Mr Rogers still at my house?" he called out to the computer system.
"Yes sir," the male voice echoed around his artificially lit room, "but I wouldn't recommend going to him at the moment."
"And why shouldn't I?"
"Because he's asleep, sir."
"Ah." Tony ran a few possible scenarios over in his head. He could fly over and 'wake up' the Captain, but if his previous night's willingness was solely driven by the man's drinking, then Steve would probably wake up and plant a fist to the engineer's jaw. Or, he could wait for him to get up, then coax him out of an inevitable hangover and take a tender, slower approach. Tossing the robot parts out of the chest and onto a lab table, he decided on waiting for Steve to get back to HQ, then fulfill his fantasy in Tony's room at base. That sounded do-able.
After accidentally indulging in a three hour nap then devouring one American style cheeseburger per request of Jarvis (something about needing to eat to live), Tony decided he should make his next move. He'd disassembled the android, humanoid, thing, and handed a memory unit to another SHIELD worker to check over it for him. Normally he'd investigate a little further, flying to the manufacturer's location and confronting those responsible and why they'd sent a tunneling, four armed humanoid robot into a North Carolina sewer, but he had more important things on his to-do list. Number one was Steve.
Expecting to find one Steve Rogers in Captain America's personal room, Tony slowly knocked at the locked door with the silver, five-pointed star nailed to the wood. After a few moments of no reply, he noticed a white slip of paper tucked under the door frame. Curious, Tony opened the note. Hastily sprawled in cursive was a note addressed to the billionaire. It was simple: Mr Stark - if you're looking for me, I'm in your room. Well that was better than expected.
Tony nearly ran to his room, being driven faster by the mental image of a semi-naked Captain waiting on his bed. Waiting to pick up where they'd left off. The man hadn't even bothered to change out of his hoodie and cargo shorts. He ran his hand through his dark hair as he half-jogged down the bare hall to his unlocked door. There was no time to be concerned as to how Steve actually managed to get into the locked room. There would be a time for questions after they'd fucked each other to Hell and back again.
Slowly, he opened the door. The room was mostly dark; the only lighting came from one floor lamp across the room. He could, however, see a distinctive humanoid shape sitting upon his king sized bed.
"Captain?" Tony asked for confirmation, just in case Clint had stumbled upon the note, developed an instantaneous pang of jealousy, stealthily launched a surprise attack on the Captain in the darkness of Tony's room, hogtied him, thrown him out of the window onto a waiting evil terrorist organization van cleverly disguised as a pizza delivery truck, then poured some kind of sexy chemical into the air vents and waited for the billionaire to come and drill him into the dark navy sheets instead of that overly-patriotic vintage underwear model.
"Mr Stark," came Steve's reply. Tony shut and locked the door behind him, turning back around at the click of his beside table lamp turning on. A plan of attack quickly formed in his head, but his brain turned to porridge at the sight of the Captain kneeling on his neatly made bed, legs spread excessively wide and trousers threatening to split down the middle.
"You're looking rather eager," Tony cocked an eyebrow at the other man's alluring position.
"Get on the bed, Tony," Steve's voice sounded irrefutably demanding. Stark was really liking this side of the Captain. A lot. Maybe he'd pull out some handcuffs and chain him to the bed. Already feeling it, Tony walked forwards.
As he placed his knees on the mattress, Steve's arm bolted up and an ice-cold pain split the back of Tony's neck. Suddenly, his legs gave way and he fell onto his side.
"I would really like to know why you did that," the paralyzed engineer said to Steve as he pushed Tony onto his back. Looking down at the legitimately confused man, the Captain reconsidered the accusation he was about to make. No, he thought, this needs to be settled. He did kind of want to kiss him again, but he knew that would be entirely inappropriate in their current scenario.
Effortlessly, Tony was lifted and placed onto the ground, his back against the foot of the bed. Steve stood in front of him, a small box in his hand. A painful spear of realization struck Tony when he saw what the object was. Fuck. Damnit. How did he find that? Shit. He could only assume the Captain had jumped to an obvious conclusion. No, damnit, he's wrong.
"You know what this is?" Steve asked accusingly, tossing the small box into Tony's lap.
"Cap, listen, this isn't what you-"
"Oh it isn't, is it? This actually explains a few things. About last night. You just want everyone around you to do what you want, don't you? You're only ever in it for yourself. Do you even understand that others might not want exactly what you want?"
"Please, Steve, let me explain-"
"No - you let me explain, Mr Stark. I woke up this morning in your bed and then I remembered what happened last night. Between us. I was a little confused as to why I would even let you lay your hands on me like that. You know, maybe it was the drinking. But that never really had a strong effect on me. Maybe there was something else in the alcohol," Steve pointed at the open box of powdery white tablets. "Next time you want to put something in my drink, don't leave it in the same room where you want to have your way with me."
Tony was swearing under his breath. It would take one silver tongue to talk his way out of this accusation.
"Steve, you need to listen to me," he held the stern stare of the Captain. "I can promise you, the only thing you had in your system last night was a few drinks. That's it."
Steve stared back at him, his brow remaining furrowed.
The paralyzed man sighed. Would Steve ever actually believe the truth? Maybe if he put on his puppy dog eyes and acted completely sincere. It was worth a shot. "I had these because I wanted to be alone with you. I only used one, and that was on Clint. I knew that if he was pissed out of his mind, Natasha would take him away. I just waited for Bruce to get distracted. I didn't put anything in your drinks, I swear."
Steve was slightly taken back by the truthfulness in Tony's voice when he tried to explain. He had enough proof to convince himself that Tony was a god damn liar, just trying to manipulate those around him to fulfill his sick fantasies, so why was he questioning himself?
Tony could see a slight flicker of uncertainty appear. If he just poked a little bit harder, maybe then Steve would realize that he was telling the truth.
"Tell me, Cap, when we were on the verandah, did anything feel real to you?"
"Well it felt real at the time, yeah, but that wasn't me."
"Alright. Then a few days ago when we were in my lab, why did you kiss me?"
That worked. Steve was definitely reconsidering his accusation. He turned and avoided Tony's eyes, shuffling his feet and sighing.
"If I'm not mistaken, last night I had my mouth pressed to your chest and for all I could tell, you seemed to be enjoying it. Hm, let's have another look at the 'Intimacy between Tony and Steve' list: you shoved your tongue in my mouth, I undressed you, you waited for me in my own bedroom, you slept in my bed, and I don't need to repeat what Jarvis told me you were doing in there when I left."
A tsunami of red flooded up Steve's neck and over his cheeks. Yeah, okay sure. He was attracted to Tony. Really, really attracted to Tony. There wasn't any feeling of wrongness when they touched or when he tasted him. And he definitely wouldn't mind doing it again.
"Maybe I should just leave," the Captain murmured and turned to the door.
"Steve," Tony unintentionally raised his voice, "If you think what we did was wrong for whatever reason, it wasn't. I'm fine with it, and if you are too, why don't-"
Tony's sentence was cut short by the soldier suddenly kneeling on top of him, delving his tongue into the other man's mouth.
The paralysis was still in effect. He could only lie motionless, muttering encouragement between biting kisses as his sweatshirt was unzipped. Tony was thanking whatever God was listening when the Captain trailed nips down his neck, around the arc reactor and down his torso. It wasn't rushed and needy, but slower; he was savoring each sweet second of warm mouth-to-skin contact.
Seconds before Steve found his tongue slipping under the belt, he noticed Tony's arm move slightly below him. Finally, hethought. Everyone was aware of Stark's award-worthy experience in this field and Steve was quite happy to hand over his short-lived dominant role. Tony pulled the soldier up into another kiss, their tongues sliding together. Steve found the billionaire's free hand and laced their fingers, groaning teasingly when he guided their hands between his own legs.
The Captain hesitantly pulled his fingers away to slip down his own restricting trousers. Well, the plan worked to an extent, Tony reminded himself. Steve was waiting for him in his bedroom and clothes were being removed. Unfortunately, it wasn't the same bend-over-at-let-me-fuck-you mood that the previous night's antics were leading to - that was, before SHIELD unfortunately cock-blocked him.
Steve stood and kicked out of his pants completely, pulling his t-shirt over his broad shoulders. Helping Tony stand, he felt the cold metal chest plate press against his own skin as the engineer attacked his neck with his mouth. Tony spun them around, throwing Steve backwards onto the bed with his legs dangling over the edge, spreading out in a wide V shape. He propped himself up on his elbows, bright red and breathing deeply.
He stood over the Captain, noticing the obvious sign of incredible arousal between his legs. Tony really couldn't believe that Steve was giving him such full access. The guy would probably let him do anything. But seeing him waiting; face flushed, hair ruffled, palming himself through his seriously-about-to-split briefs, Tony remembered how inexperienced the man was. As much as he'd like to tie the virgin Captain to the bed and pull his hair hard, biting and fucking him until sunrise, a tender approach would be more suitable.
He dropped down between Steve's legs and slid his briefs over his knees. His eyes widened. Glancing up, Steve's head was tilted back, waiting for him to proceed. It had been a while since he'd given another guy head. But even Tony wasn't as - gifted - as Steve.
The Captain tried hard to not thrust up into Tony's mouth. He could feel the engineer's wet tongue circle over the head, making him bite his lip in sudden pleasure to the new and overly enjoyable physical feeling. His back arched, swearing under his breath at the distinctive feeling of Tony lowering his head further. There was still a pang of naivety in Steve's gut. He'd never had sex with a man; although, he was eager to find out exactly what that meant. And if having Tony hollow his cheeks and go down on him was just the lead up to it, fuck, he wanted to do it now. But if the other man kept doing this act, he wouldn't hold out much longer.
To Steve's relief, the other man pulled away. The soldier lay back, eyes following Tony closely as he fumbled around under the bed, throwing a small tube of liquid up onto the mattress.
"Roll over," Tony whispered as he clambered back onto the already twisting sheets, unbuckling his own belt and tugging his stained jeans off in the process. Steve did as he asked, flipping onto his stomach and pulling himself up to top of the bed. He felt the other man climb on top of him, kissing tenderly around his neck, fingers trailing down his back.
At the sound of Tony reaching over to grab the bottle, Steve felt a jolt of nervousness hit him in the torso. He was mentally ready, but what about physically? Had the billionaire ever been with another man before? What if he took it too fast?
"Just relax, Captain," Tony said, noticing how tense Steve's muscles were under his touch. But a prickling of nervousness inevitably crept up the soldier's spine when Tony's calloused fingertips found their way to his crack, joined by a slight pang of anxiety when he heard a plastic lid clip open and shut again. While Steve's eyes were screwed shut and his mind clouded in naivety, Stark was rubbing lubricant between his fingers and imagining the Captain's obviously photoshopped ass in action.
A shudder forced itself through Steve's middle as oiled hands ran over his skin. The nervousness retreated as the cool, wet, skillful touch of the billionaire became more enjoyable. But when he felt a single slicked finger suddenly invade his previously unexplored hole, his whole body resumed its tension.
"Does it hurt?" the bearded man asked, concern lingering in his voice.
"No, it's just- unexpected," Steve grunted as Tony pushed in deeper. It was true; it didn't really hurt. He was a soldier, after all - he'd experienced worse. Tony quickly assured him that it wouldn't take long at all for it to feel fine, even feel good, but Steve had his doubts. Albeit, feeling Stark's warm skin pressed against his was only further twisting the knot of arousal in the pit of the Captain's stomach. There was no way he'd tell the other man to stop. When his body was physically ready, there would be nothing preventing him from pushing Tony down onto his back, straddling his hips and taking it in deeper and harder.
Once the engineer noticed Steve relaxing again, he added another digit. That quickly changed things. Steve visibly recoiled, fisting his hands into the bedsheets, letting out an inevitable groan. Instinct told Tony to pull out and give him a moment to relax, but experience told him to just keep going. He quickened his pace, pushing in far and developing a steady rhythm, while Steve muttered curse words that Tony would not have expected to slip past his vintage tongue. Drops of lubricant dripped between Steve's legs and soaked into the dark navy sheets as Tony reapplied another splash of oil, his skin starting to dry as the minutes passed. The super soldier's voice made noises that had previously only existed in Tony's fantasies, shooting bolts of pleasure straight down his center.
Steve's body had relaxed again. His arms were wrapped around his head, face resting down on the mattress. Muffled groans of discomfort dissolved in the air as he quickly adjusted to the foreign feeling. Tony figured that if he was going to take it any further, now would be a good time. Scooting forward to get into position, he gave one last deep thrust with his fingers. Removing them, he held Steve's ass steady, then eased himself in. A sudden yelp escaped from the Captain's throat. It was like a burning red dagger stabbed him in the thigh. His hands clawed at the sheets, bracing himself as Tony hit deeper, stretching him painfully.
The agony of having Tony thrust into him wasn't like anything the Captain had experienced before. He remembered what the man had assured him earlier; it would pass, and it would feel fine. And he trusted him to make that true.
If the super soldier was any louder, the rest of HQ would start asking questions. Tony wasn't complaining. Hearing Steve curse more and more was quickly becoming a new favorite thing of his. The borderline sex addicted billionaire had to be the worst influence on the superhero. Ever. SHIELD would not be happy that he'd taken the hero and fucked him senseless.
Tony pulled out and forcefully rolled Steve onto his back. The Captain only had a second to relax before the other man buried himself to the hilt. Grinding his knuckles into the mattress, Tony picked up the rhythm, hitting deeper than before. Steve slowly felt the initial pain bleed into simple discomfort. Finally, as the minutes passed, he began enjoying the act itself. He threw his head back, a loud moan escaping from his throat when Tony leaned forward, angling himself to hit the cluster of nerves inside the Captain.
Despite having learned a great deal about sex, Steve had no idea where the sudden wave of pleasure came from. Fuck, what was that anyway? Tony hit it again, and again, harder and harder, making the Captain moan his name. Whatever the hell it was, if Stark kept it up, he'd be seeing white in no time.
"Wait, fuck, stop!" Rogers groaned and Tony pulled out, staring down at the Captain questioningly.
"What's wrong, clown shoes?"
"Not yet - I just want to - give me a second," Steve's breathing quickly went back to normal and, underestimating his strength, shoved the billionaire down next to him. Tony rolled onto his back, shoulder to the other man.
Steve snickered and bit his lip, running a finger between his legs and lighting touching his slicked and abused hole.
"I can't believe we're actually doing this," he muttered through a slight smile.
"I can," Tony said, leaning over and kissing the Captain again. Steve slowly rolled over, kneeling on top of Tony, straddling his waist as their tongues collided.
A minute passed and Steve was overcome by the intense need to finish what they'd started. Shifting back, he spread his legs without hesitation. Holding Tony's dick in his hand as he lowered himself down. A slight whimper escaped over his bitten lip when he felt himself stretch again. But his body was already use to it. Slowly he started grinding in circles, rocking backwards and forth, feeling the fire relight in his stomach.
Tony wouldn't change a single thing about that moment. Not even the Captain's palms painfully digging into his shoulders for support when he pressed against that sweet spot inside him. Seeing Steve take control, his hips slowly rising and falling and short, cuss-filled moans rolling out from his throat; it was infinitely better than any fantasy he'd had.
"This is infinitely better than any fantasy I've had," Tony found himself saying out loud.
Steve flashed a silent grin, then threw his head back when Tony suddenly wrapped a skillful hand around his shaft. The soldier ground down harder, his brow furrowing as he came closer and closer.
The Captain arched forward, failing to hold back a terribly loud cry, his hands sliding off Stark's shoulders and fisting into the sheets next to his head. Tony felt splatters of warm liquid drip down his stomach and, glancing up at Steve, swore to not forget the man's expression of ecstasy. When he needed to get off in the future, all he'd need to do is remember that face and his knees would surely buckle.
The mattress bounced as Steve fell down hard next to him. The man looked pretty fucking pleased with himself.
"I never in my life expected it to be like that," the soldier said, nearly laughing again.
"I never knew you had such a dirty mouth, Captain," Tony added and craned his neck to look at him. They leaned in, tasting each other, then suddenly jumped apart when footsteps became audible outside the bedroom door.
