A/N: CyberBanner, sleepy handjobs, fluffy smut

It wasn't unusual for Bruce to wake up to a hand or arm whacking him in the face as one of his lovers (Tony) floundered in his sleep, but the fingers creeping up his thigh were new. He purred deep in his throat and cracked his eyes open to look at the one teasing him awake at such an unholy hour of the night.

"Mmm, hey, Jarvis," he greeted, letting his thighs fall open further as he smiled tiredly, "To what do I owe this visit?"

The android smiled down at him and responded with a slight shrug. "I feel I have been neglectful as a lover recently. I haven't shared your bed in a week," he answered, leaning down and kissing Bruce softly. Their lips molded together slowly, the brunet wrapping his arms loosely around Jarvis and pulling him down to the bed beside him. "S'okay," Bruce murmured, nipping lightly at his lips, "You run the whole Tower. It can't be easy."

"It isn't, no. However I still regret not giving you my attentions these past few days," the android whispered back as his fingers curled around Bruce's hips. "I would like to make up for some of our missed time now, if you would allow it," he requested, as polite as ever.

Bruce smiled and nodded, nuzzling into his lover's neck. "Mmhm, just as long as you're okay that I'm still dozing a little."

Jarvis frowned, fingers stopping on his leg. "Bruce, if you're tired–"

"No no, I want to make out like teenagers now," the doctor said with a sleepy chuckle, "I'm awake enough for that."

He covered Jarvis' mouth with his own and sighed happily when Jarvis took initiative and licked along his bottom lip, opening up to his tongue. Bruce lazily caressed every inch of the android he could, running his hands along his warm neck and bare sides. He wished Jarvis had taken off his pajama pants before coming though. Bruce didn't want to move enough to remove them.

Heat gathered between their bodies as the minutes went by, both of them gradually deepening the kiss until they were nearly down each other's throats. The real wake up call for Bruce was the shock that went up his hand when he stroked along Jarvis' abdomen. He suddenly registered the hot pressure against his hip, and his own equally hard erection was poking into the blond's thigh. "Do you want a hand?" he asked softly, grinning just a bit as he pressed the heel of his hand lightly against the crotch of Jarvis' pants, earning himself a shuddering moan.

"O-only if you allow me to reciprocate," the android bargained, and Bruce smiled and nodded, sliding his hand down the front of Jarvis' pajamas while Jarvis did the same. Neither of them could hold back their sounds, Bruce groaning and Jarvis panting softly against Bruce's skin.

As the two men stroked each other, they began sucking marks onto the other's neck and shoulders and jaw, occasionally going in for another long, wet kiss. Bruce didn't know how much time had passed before he began to feel the coiling heat of orgasm settling in his groin. "Are you close?" he breathlessly asked.

Jarvis gave him a shaky nod. "Yes, so very close." They were pressed so tightly together Bruce could feel the electricity flowing out of Jarvis and into him.

As the sensation got stronger, Bruce felt his balls tighten. "Come for me, Angel," he moaned, just before he spilled into his lover's hand himself. Jarvis let out a sharp cry as sparks crackled across Bruce's fingers, leaving the both of them sweaty and panting together on the bed, no space between them.

"I love you, Jarvis," he whispered, tucking his head under the blond's chin.

"And I you, Bruce."