A/N: Thank you guys so much! This fic has over 18,000 total views, 168 favorites, and 285 alerts just in 10 chapters! You guys are amazing, really. I love that I'm able to write things that other people can enjoy.

Anyway, here's another chapter. Just a heads up, I'm moving into college on Thursday and classes start the following Monday, so I'm not really sure when I'll get to update next, but I will try not to leave you guys hanging!

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Chapter 10

Tony was down in his workshop, tinkering with Clint's arrows. Something wasn't right and he wasn't sure what it was. They looked alright, but when he went to test them, some of them detonated before the time expired. So that would explain why he was wrist deep in wiring for the detonation devices.

He barely heard Steve when he came in and nearly cut himself with a wire when Steve's warm and muscled frame stepped behind him and wrapped his arms around Tony. Tony rolled his eyes and wiped a greasy hand(from working on his cars earlier) across his forehead, leaving a black mark on his skin.

"Look, Cap, as much as I'd love to make out with you right now, I'm kinda in the zone."

"Don't mind me," Steve said quietly, in that voice that made Tony shiver and damn him, he wasn't supposed to be getting distracted. He swallowed hard and tried to go back to his work, but it was really hard to do so when Steve's hands were under his shirt, sliding along his torso. They felt along his abs and slid up to his chest, a finger feeling along the place where skin met the metal of the arc reactor.

"Steve," Tony said firmly, trying his hardest not to whip Steve around and take him against the wall. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Drawing."

"You have no paper and no pencil. How are you drawing?" Steve didn't answer but his hands kept moving. Tony loved and hated the way Steve made his body react to things—now was not the time for a boner.

Steve kept feeling along his torso before his hands slipped down Tony's front, dangerously close to his growing arousal. Steve hummed quietly to himself as he mapped out Tony's body with his hands, moving up and down his strong back muscles. Tony's back arched involuntarily and god, there was no way he could focus on his work now.

And of course, Steve picked a convenient time to stop 'drawing.' He gave Tony's ass a little squeeze and pressed a kiss to his neck before pulling back. "See you later," he said. Tony could practically hear the grin on his face but Steve was gone too fast for Tony to turn around and look.

"Fuck me," Tony muttered, closing his eyes and sighing. He and Steve had recently taken the next step in their relationship—Tony had given him a handjob and Steve reciprocated. This pace was practically snail speed for Tony, but it's what Steve wanted, so he was going to keep it this way.

But everyone knows that Captain America has one of the best male bodies on the Avengers team(Tony had to admit, Thor had it going on). Which made it that much harder for Tony not to bend Steve over the workshop table and fuck his brains out.

Tony scrubbed his hands through his hair. All these thoughts about sex weren't helping his problem. He pulled his hands out of the mass of wires and headed to the bathroom. He'd take care of himself and then get back to work.

Steve made his way into the living room that all of the Avengers shared and draped himself over the arm chair. Natasha was lying on the couch, watching some spy movie that Steve had yet to see. Her eyes flickered over to him and she gave him a brief nod, acknowledging his presence, and then turned her attention back to the TV.

Steve flipped open his sketchbook, settling the paper on his thighs. For the past couple days, Tony was all Steve could think about. Tony's hair, his smile, his eyes, his calloused hands, that bubble butt of his and oh yeah, let's not forget his lips.

He and Tony had been intimate with each other a few days prior, and Steve finally realized why his drawings of the man had been lacking. He had always been a hands on learner. He needed to touch Tony.

Which was why he just felt him up while he was working in his workshop.

He really wasn't trying to get him going, he was just trying to draw.

Really.

Steve put his pencil to the paper and got to work. He started with a general outline of Tony's head and neck, gently penciling in his eyes, nose, and ears. He gave Tony that smirk, the one that said 'I know I'm better than you', his head tilted slightly upwards. Natasha glanced over at him, as his pencil scratching against the paper was quite loud, but she said nothing since she noticed he was deeply focused on the drawing.

He then drew in Tony's shoulders and arms, having them cross over his chest, a slight bulge in his muscles. The arc reactor came next, evenly placed between his pecs. He drew in his abs and stomach, stopping where his pants would've started. He was just starting to draw in the ridges of Tony's abs when a voice came from behind him, startling him.

"Is there any specific reason that I'm bald? And naked?" Steve whipped around to see Tony, smirking the same smirk that Steve had penciled into his drawing. He quickly flipped his sketchbook shut.

"I haven't gotten to your hair yet. And you're not naked. Just…shirtless."

"Then where was the rest of my body."

"Not in the picture." Steve tried his best to glare at Tony, but it was hard to do so when he was in such close proximity.

"Well then, since the rest of me isn't pictured, I'm technically naked." He raised an eyebrow, almost daring Steve to argue, and grinned when Steve said nothing.

Steve slumped down in the arm chair, clutching his sketchbook to his chest and huffing. Completely ignoring the fact that Natasha was in the room, not caring really, he climbed on top of Steve's torso, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

"Come on Cap. Draw me like one of your French girls." When this didn't get a reaction from him, Tony pulled back, looking at Steve quizzically. "Haven't seen Titanic?" Steve shook his head, a small blush still evident on his cheeks.

Tony clambered off of him and Steve let him pull him up(because if he had really just sat there, his super soldier strength wouldn't have allowed Tony to pull him), linking their fingers and tugging him out of the room.

Steve couldn't believe that he was bawling like a baby in front of Tony.

"You're such a sap," he said to Steve, handing him another box of tissues. Tony had dragged him off to his apartment, putting in Titanic and forcing Steve to sit down and watch it.

"It's not my fault!" Steve protested. "If you don't cry during a movie like this, you're heartless." Steve immediately regretted what he said when Tony tapped his arc reactor and gave him a wry smile. "I didn't mean that," he whispered, looking over at Tony.

"I know you didn't. It's fine Cap." They sat in awkward silence for a minute or two, just watching the end credits, before Tony spoke up again. "So are you going to draw me like one of your French girls now?" Steve smiled and scooted closer to Tony on the couch, his hand on Tony's shoulder as he leaned in.

"Can I just kiss you instead?"

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