Author's Note: Whooo I finally have an warning folks! Upcoming man-man loving! If you don't like then why are you even reading this story in the first place. Thank you to all my reviewers and readers hope you enjoy.
Stay With Me
Chapter 8 – Revelations
Steve was barely able to contain himself, Bruce had given him hope. He was veritably bouncing as they entered SHIELD heading for the labs. Nobody giving him a second look, as he walked side by side with Tony. Long pale fingers finding their way into Tony's as they got closer, craving the physical contact. The genius grinned squeezing the hand gently as he glanced towards Steve; the smaller man had commandeered Tony's old ratty MIT hoodie. Not that he minded, he was swimming in the thing; Tony feeling smugly possessive.
They found Banner in one of the rooms hunched over a microscope. "Hey Doc," Tony called. Bruce turned to them, "Tony, Steve," he made no comment about the hand holding, nor the hoodie he knew belonged to Tony but he did smile a bit knowingly. "Shouldn't take long, going to hook you up here." He patted the gurney, Steve hopping up, pushed up the sleeves of his oversized sweater.
With well practiced ease Bruce tapped a vein, drawing blood to collect in the bag. "How was the South?" Tony asked leaning against the wall, their conversation moving into tech speak as Bruce began showing Tony 3D models of some sort. Steve not bothering to try and understand watched Tony adorningly as he pulled up a schematic eyes and fingers moving rapidly. He forgot sometimes that brilliant mind hidden away by that flippant attitude. He was really something when he got going.
Steve glanced at the bag of blood, feeling a little queasy; he'd never been a fan of needles ironically enough. A wave of dizziness caught him by surprise, and he slumped back. "Steve," Tony said hurrying to his side moving to lay him down. Bruce brought a cool cloth for his brow, "Sorry," the once super soldier said embarrassed, by his weakness. Blue eyes looked away as the needle and tubing was removed. "No worried Spangles, I think he got what he needed." Bruce set the blood in a tumbler, "Indeed, I'll get you some cookies and juice." As the doctor departed, Tony appeared in his line of sight. "Ok?" he asked gently, Steve nodded blush burning his cheeks. "I'm starving, want to get dinner after?" Steve frowned, "Not really dressed," he mumbled, Tony shrugged, his purple t-shirt pulling taught across his sinewy frame, blue ring outlined faintly. "I know a place that we don't need to dress up," he winked.
Tony took them to a 50's style diner, complete with malts. Steve was in heaven, it was a little different from his own time but he did remember malts. They sat and talked about nothing in particular, laughing and joking as they ate burgers and fries. Full and content they headed back to the Tower, "You have to work tonight?" Steve asked casually, Tony smiled about to answer when the elevator doors opened and they could hear voices. Steve's heart sank a little, the others where home. Tony frowned, as they headed into the living room, Clint, Natasha, and Bruce where watching TV. Their conversation lulling when they caught sight of the others. Tony studiously ignored Clint the man still bugged him.
"Feeling better?" Bruce asked Steve not unkindly, the smaller man nodded, "Yeah had some dinner." Tony put out by the appearance of the others, wasn't feeling very sociable at the moment. He turned to Steve, "Have some work to do, been putting it off for a while." Smiling softly, he hesitated a moment fist clenching at he resisted the urge to touch the small pale blonde. Deciding against it he turned heading out. Steve watching him go, wondering why he hadn't given him a kiss. "So how are you feeling?" Natasha asked drawing him into the conversation, "Good, I guess," he said with a brave smile shooting the now empty doorway another look. Sighing he settled on one of the chairs. Politely asking the others what they had been up too, Clint speaking to him casually.
Steve came to a revelation as he sat chatting to the others. Looking at the man he had once thought he had feelings for he felt nothing. His stomach didn't flutter, he didn't feel light head and dizzy, he didn't ache for his touch. Not like he did with Tony around. He smiled at the thought of the man, his heart thumping like crazy. He wanted to see Tony desperately, his revelation giving him a sudden insight. He wanted to tell him how he felt. He wanted Tony, not Clint…it was liberating….and it took everything he had not to run down there and tell Tony at that moment.
Steve reigned himself in, Tony probably did have work. It could wait, he'd tell him later. So he sat with the others a while, the hour drawing late. Eventually they bid one another goodnight heading for their respective rooms. Steve didn't even bother going to his room, he went right to Tony's. Striping down to his boxers he tugged out one of Tony's t-shirts, an old Mets one. The to big top falling from one shoulder as he curled up in bed turning on the TV, inhaling the scent around him; it smelled of Tony. He smiled, having every intention of waiting for him to come to bed so he could confide his feelings.
Tony was in a bad mood; his mind drifting not on the task at hand, resulting in the blade he was using slipping, slicing his finger deeply. The string of curses that followed would have made Steve blush. Angry he stomped over to the sink, running his hand under the water grunting as he rooted through the shelf for a band aids, a regular necessity in his lab. The band aid's as it turned out where Superhero ones, Tony took a second to dig out a Captain America one. Smiling fondly, before he realized what he was doing. "Idiot," he muttered turning back to his work sighing, he wasn't getting much done. His heart just wasn't in it, it was with that small blonde. Giving up he glanced at the clock one in the morning; maybe Steve would still be awake.
Hurrying up to his room Tony knocked on the door softly, "Steve?" he called quietly, disappointed when he received no response. Hesitating for a heartbeat he opened the door, the room dark and still the bed neatly made; and empty. Tony's frowned then, the Tower was silent where could he be? A sudden horrid thought drifted through his mind, making his chest pound, and anger boil beneath the surface. Maybe he was with Clint. The idea taking hold, he turned striding into the hall, with every intention of storming to Clint's room catching them red handed. Halfway there he stopped dead. Another thought creeping across his consciousness, what if this was what Steve wanted? He and Clint had been seeing each other before after all. He almost doubled over in pain. Completely lost and heart sick he slowly did an about face, trudging back towards his room. Wanting nothing more then to collapse into bed and sleep until it didn't hurt any more, briefly toying with the idea of grabbing a bottle of scotch for comfort.
Opening the door to his own room sadly, he frowned confused, the TV on, he was sure he had turned it off…dark eyes trailed to the bed a small figure curled there. Steve was in his bed…waiting for him. A floodgate of emotion rolled through him, heart thumping wildly. He was waiting for him. Tony's chest glowed bright, reflecting his suddenly jubilant mood. Hurrying to the bed he crawled in beside the blonde, unable to help himself kissing slack lips. Grinning when Steve responded in kind; still half asleep.
Steve came awake slowly, languid, arms reaching out to Tony wrapping around him, legs tangling together. That all consuming need flared, they had been interrupted the night before, but the fire hadn't dissipated, only put on the back burner. Callused hands slid under the over sized t-shirt dancing across the pale taught flesh. Tony could fee every curve and angle on the too thin man, as Steve shyly tugging up the other man's white tank. Tracing scar tissue, circling his arc an odd erotic feeling for the billionaire.
Shirts where shed, Tony kicking off his jeans, his black boxer briefs a fascination to Steve. The tight material was flattering on the muscular man, "Steve?" Tony asked softly kissing his way across his collar bone, sucking on a small pink nipple. The thin body arching into the pleasure. A strangled moan his reply, "Say the word and I'll stop," he whispered kissing his way down the concave stomach towards the top of the big boxers. Steve bit his lip shifting, he didn't want Tony to stop. Not tonight.
Taking the silence as consent the dark hard man kissed the skin on taught hip bone. Tugging the boxers off slowly, smiling as Steve curled up trying to conceal himself, a faint blush covering fair cheeks. "Oh no you don't," Tony said chuckling as he gently pulled apart the skinny knees kissing the inside of first one thigh then the other. Working his way upwards towards his main objective. Tony was impressed for a small, skinny guy, Steve was packing. If the ladies had only known. Glancing up he caught large blue eyes before he slowly took Steve in his mouth sucking hard. The soldier yelped in pleasured surprise hiding his face even as he moaned thrusting into the hot wet mouth.
Long fingers buried in dark hair. "Tony!" He gasped, the sensations where new, intense, and too much. He tried to tell Tony, to let him know…but all that came out was a low moan as he orgasmed; hard and fast. Dazed and panting, he lay boneless staring up at the ceiling Tony appearing in his line of vision, "Ok?" he asked kissing him deeply, Steve wrinkling his nose at the taste, realizing what it was he gave a breathy little moan. He wrapped his arms around the bigger man, wanting more, not knowing what but knowing that Tony could give it to him.
Laying side by side facing one another row he sighed "Yes," arching his hips realizing Tony still had his underwear. Eagerly he tugged the material off, grabbing the others hard erection. Tony closed his eyes at the innocent touches, "Oh god…" he mumbled, what Steve lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm. Tony stilled the hands working him eagerly, "Whoa baby, don't want to ruin the main event," he teased. Steve looked at him trusting, nodding eagerly, Tony distracted him with kisses while he opened the bedside table tugging out a bottle of hand cream. He was sure there was lube around here somewhere but he wasn't about to leave to go track it down. Curiously Steve looked from the bottle to Tony and back, asking no questions he put his trust in the other man completely. Tony squirted some of the cream onto his fingers before gently probing Steve's tight entrance.
The smaller man knew the mechanics of having sex with another man, but theory and reality where very different. He felt a slick intrusion tensing automatically at the new feeling. Tony kissed his face and neck, muttering sweet things to him, until he began to slowly relax melting into the kisses. He added a second finger to the first, gently, patiently stretching his blonde lover. Tony was pretty sure it was the smaller man's first time; Tony was determined to go slow even if it killed him. Steve wasn't making it easy on him though, the arousing noises coming from the other man, his own aching need…he wanted to bury himself inside his tight heat more then anything. Strong, fingers brushed something in Steve then, and he arched off the bed crying out as pleasure fission through him.
Tony's control slipped a little further; he removed his fingers, quickly putting more cream on himself. He paused thinking he should grab a condom, but he'd been thoroughly checked after the battle…very thoroughly…and hadn't been able to think of anyone save Steve since. Positioning himself between the thin legs, he braced his arms on either side of his soon to be lovers head, slowly pushing forward, until the tight muscle gave way and he slid inside. Steve bit down on the inside of his mouth, the pain was sharp, and burning as his body was stretched by something much wider then fingers. Tony was kissing him again, distracting him, his body slowly adjusting the pain faded to a dull throb, replaced by the feeling of fullness. Tony slid forward a little more. Moaning as Steve pulled him in.
Blue eyes looked up into the tense face above him, realizing with wonder Tony was barely holding onto his control. Steve rolled his hips experimentally, gasping at the feeling of Tony inside him. "Oh don't do that," Tony whispered fists clenching, missing the devilish smile on Steve's face. He did it again, almost able seeing the moment that control let go and Tony was thrusting deep. "Ahhh!" Steve cried, pleasure and pain intermingling. They found a rhythm then, moving together, light from the glow of Tony's arch throwing them into sharp relief. Steve wrapped thin legs around Tony's hips hugging him tight, chanting his name. The dark haired man wasn't going to last much longer, it felt so good, he felt so good.
Steve was rock hard again, his erection rubbing between their sweat slick bodies, delicious friction pushing him closer to the edge once more. They reached their crisis at almost the same time, Tony thrust deep once more shuddering as he spilled deep inside. Steve spilling between them. The pair collapsing in a sweaty mess they lay tangled together, in no hurry to move. Tony would have stayed like that all night, but he knew they should clean up. Gently he rolled, not missing the wince from the smaller man as he slipped out.
Standing he leaned down tugging the slight figure into his arms, Steve looked already half asleep. "Where we going?" he murmured wrapping thin arms around his lover tightly, resting his head against a warm shoulder. "Hot shower," Tony replied, he wrapped one arm around the blonde man, "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered Steve complying with a smile.
Tony had the shower running, stepping in with his light burden. Steve unwrapped his legs settling on his own feet, ignoring the pain in his lower back. The hot water felt good, he closed his eyes, mind filled with images, sounds, smells…. "Tony?" he asked softly, the taller man pulled him close kissing his neck, "Hmmm," he muttered suddenly deliciously tired and replete. "Does this mean we're going steady?" Tony began to shake, chuckling at first, and then growing until it was an all out full throated laugh. Steve smiled up at him, the laughter infectious. "I think it does." Tony finally said kissing him once more.
