Author's Note: This chapter is an absolute tease…and I'm not sorry at all. I was dying to write Steve in some kind of clubbing clothing, I didn't want to go to over the top though. Anyway hopefully you're all still with me on this one! Enjoy!
Stay With Me
Chapter 7 – Club
The music was loud, Steve noted right away, it wasn't the stuff Tony listened too it was different. It wasn't anything he recognized either but it was kind of catchy. The place was bustling he glance around idly, as Tony lead them to the bar. "Drinking tonight?" he asked him, Steve shook his head. Tony ordered two beer anyway. Steve still people watching noticed something, he tugged Tony's sleeve. "There are no women here," he said confused, Tony looked at him amused, letting Steve piece it together. Eyes widened, "Tony these places are illegal!" he hissed nervous, the genius couldn't help chuckling as he handed the smaller man his beer, "Not anymore, enjoy it's a gay bar." He looked towards the dance floor where men where pressed close, "Ready to dance?" Nervous Steve shrugged, "Don't know how…" he blushed, cursing pale skin for the umpteenth time. Tony had his hand, "It's easy I'll show you."
Steve picked up quick, laughing as Tony spun him, before pulling him close. The blonde was having a lot of fun. He got close to Tony going up on tip toe to kiss him, the brunette bending to meet him as the beat changed, slowing. They paused then Tony wrapping his arms around the smaller man tightly. Other couples where doing the same, but Steve felt like they where in a world of his own.
Steve didn't know how long they danced; he did notice some looks he was getting from other men. Tony to seemed to notice as he glowered, wrapping a possessive arm around the smaller man. Steve was amazed a little intimidated he was getting so much attention. In his time he couldn't pay people to give him the time of day…unless he was getting the tar beat of him. "Why do they keep looking at me?" He asked Tony, his confusion evident. Tony kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, "You bring out their protective instinct, they want to take care of you." He said, his voice soft sending shivers down the smaller man's spine. Steve wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, "Do you want to take care of me?" he asked boldly, gratified to feel Tony shudder. "You have no idea…." He kissed him then, hard and hot. Steve giving as good as he got.
Passion flared, neither was drunk but the couple of beers they had made them buzz pleasantly. Steve was feeling brazen, confident he kissed Tony's jaw, "Let's go home Tony," he whispered. Tony didn't give him a chance to change his mind, grabbing his hand the pair hurrying to get coats, spilling into a waiting cab. There was a sense of urgency about the ride back, Steve crawling into Tony's lap kissing him so hard their teeth clacked together. Hands where everywhere, under the oversized shirt, caressing smooth skin.
The drive seemed to take forever. Tony tossing the cabbie money before they hurried into the building, lips locked they stumbled onto the elevator. Steve wrapped his arms around Tony's neck, moaning faintly as Tony lifted him, the blonde wrapping his legs around his waist on instinct. Eager hand where unbuttoning Tony's shirt, fascinated fingers tracing the reactor. The elevator dinged, Tony wrapped his arms around him tightly baring his weight easily. Carrying Steve out into the tower proper. Coats hit the floor first followed by the dress shirt, Tony paused pushing Steve's too large t-shirt off before mashing their lips together again. The thin man gasped into his mouth as they touched skin to skin.
Joined from mouth to hips, thin legs gripping his waist, they tumbled into the billionaire's bedroom and onto the bed. Tony stood then watching the half naked form as he slowly kicked off his shoes, shimmying out of his jeans. Steve has never been more nervous or excited in his life. Awkwardly he hurried to tug off his own shoes, tight jeans tossed across the room.
Suddenly self conscious again he tried to get under the covers, unable to hide from Tony's perpetual light. "Oh no you don't," Tony growled, crawling across the bed, trapping Steve as they kissed slowly and sweetly. Rolling onto his side Tony pulled the small figure close, separated now by only there underwear. Steve shivered as callused fingers danced across his back, down his spine, towards his hips. Gasping and sighing into the others mouth, with each movement; moaning in anticipation as that hand moved closer to where he wanted yet feared to be touched most.
When the alarm sounded. Both froze instantly, Tony pulled back inches from his lips, "No!" he said petulantly, Steve pressed a kiss, "Yes, you better go." A dark head fell to the crook of Steve's neck nipping at the taught pale flesh. "You going to be here when I get back?" He murmured sucking then, marking the man as his. Steve gasped arch slender hips, "Yes!" he gasped, kissing thick dark hair. "Now go they need you," the head came up and he grinned ruefully, "Better be in my bed when I get back." Nodding the blonde bit his lip watching the form move around the room tugging on a t-shirt and jeans. Hurrying back to the bed Tony pecked well kissed lips, "Be back soon," with a wink he was gone.
Alone in the dark bedroom Steve fell back against the pillows smiling up the ceiling, tugging the covers around him. His heart was still pounding and his erection was aching but he'd never felt so alive. He had not intention of leaving the bed, he had made a promise to Tony, snagging the TV remote off the night table turning on the large screen. "Be safe," he said aloud, wishing with all his heart he was there with him; watching his back.
Tony was not in a mood to be trifled with. He was in the worst mood he could remember being in a very long time. It was a good thing that it was only one giant robot monster, he was the only Avenger called out. His mind wasn't on the fight though; it was on the small man, waiting for him in his bed. A bad idea as it turned out, distracted he got caught in the robots hands crushed, smashed, and thrown through several small buildings. Sitting up he shook his head arc sputtering weakly. He was running low on power, he needed to end this. "Get you head in this Stark," he wheezed, standing slowly he blasted off setting his jaw tight.
Steve didn't know when he'd fallen asleep, curled in Tony's bed the TV glowing across the room. He woke though hearing the door open, "Tony?" he called groggy. "Yeah, it's me," he said tiredly, blue eyes blinked the clock read six am, Tony had been gone all night. Steve sat up, "You ok?" he asked worried, the man looked worn out, moving stiffly as he pulled off his t-shirt. The blonde gasping at the mess of bruises beginning, he was out of bed and at his side in a heart beat. "Oh Tony," he whispered gently touching a couple of the darker spots looking up into tired eyes. Tony's lip was split and bleeding, a dark bruise on his jaw. Wincing he touched his face gently.
Tony wasn't concerned with his wounds in the least, he could get used to this however; Steve waiting for him in his bed…wearing one of his t-shirts. A surge of possessiveness shot through him. "I'm fine," he reached out pulling Steve in for a kiss, "Better now actually…" they kissed gently, Tony wincing as his lip was bumped. Opening up the cut again the bite of metallic in their kiss. Parting Steve looked up at him a smudge of Tony's blood on his pale lip, it was an oddly arousing sight.
"Here sit, I'll get a damp cloth." Steve steered him to the bed, Tony too tired to protest, but willing to let Steve fuss over him. Sitting Steve hurried into the washroom running warm water over a damp cloth. By the time he returned the brunette was stretched out in bed, wearing only his jeans undone at that. Dark eyes hooded and dozy, Steve sat beside him gently dabbing at the wound. The billionaire caught the gentle hand pulling him close, "Where were we?" he asked softly wrapping arms around the skinny frame, tugging Steve down. The small man returned the kiss, laying across the firm chest feeling Tony's reactor hum against his own ribs.
Anticipation building once more, that giddy nervous feeling back. Excited he shifted pressing closer, when Steve felt the lips beneath his beginning to slow; then stop all together. Pulling away he looked down at the man beneath him with a frown. "Tony?' he asked worried, blinking in surprise when a soft snore issued from parted lips. He'd fallen asleep. Amazed Steve slowly smiled, chuckling silently. Shaking his head he dropped a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep, you earned it." He said moving to lay beside him, pressed close to Tony's warmth, yawning himself. Maybe he'd sleep a little longer as well.
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"Tony?" a gentle hand was shaking the sprawled form, "Tony?" the man on the bed mumbled turning away. "Come on Tony you need to eat something." Steve said amused, the slender man glanced at the time, "Up and att'tm you need to eat and then come with me to the hospital." That got him. Tony shot up off the bed gripping thin shoulders, "Why are you ok?" dark eyes where wide awake and worried, Steve felt immediately sorry, "Yes, I'm fine," he reassured the man feeling immediately sorry he could see Tony was genuinely worried. Puffing out a relived breath the bigger man sat, his still battered body protesting the sudden movements. Yawning he ran a hand though sleep mussed hair. Awake now he recalled this morning events, hadn't they been…he shook his head looking at the smaller man, "I fell asleep didn't I? Steve blushing a little nodding slowly, chuckling Tony went back to the prior subject, "So why are we going to hospital?"
"Bruce called when you where sleeping, they're back at SHEILD, he thinks he's maybe onto something." Steve smiled, "He needs some more blood to run some tests."
Tony felt a twinge in his chest, reality was intruding once more. He looked into wide hopeful blue eyes. The last month had been some kind of a dream, just the two of them…he smiled wanly, "When do you need to be there?" Steve glanced at the clock, "About an hour." Tony leaned forward giving him a kiss on the nose, "I'll just shower and we'll head out yeah." Steve nodded watching him go, frowning, why had Tony looked sad?
The hot shower did wonders for his stiff, sore muscles slowly relaxing. Dark eyes blinked looking at the black and white tiled wall. He was being selfish; he knew it. He didn't want Steve to get better, it was horrible, terrible wish but secretly he hoped. Because if Steve got better…deep down he worried Steve would return to Clint. His chest ached, his reactor dulling in pain. "What if he does…" the man mumbled hurriedly finished washing, stepping out Tony towelled off quickly.
He looked at his reflection in the mirror, shaggy dark locks gone to curl, his well groomed goatee, broad well muscled body. The metal reactor, surrounded by scarred flesh. He maybe had a few more gray hairs, the crinkles in the corner of his eyes were perhaps a little deeper. Still…he thought he was doing already for his thirty-six years. Sighing he rubbed his face tiredly, "What does it matter as long as he's happy?" he whispered, wishing it with all his heart. "You are a big sappy fool," he told his reflection. With a final glance at his refection he went to get dressed.