A/N: Hey guys. I'm so sorry for not updating in over a month(I think). I recently moved into and started college and I've been really busy. But I will try to get back into the groove of updating. Yay superhusbands! :3
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter. By the way, this has some slight sexual content in this chapter. Nothing huge, but be forewarned.
Chapter 11
Tony was grinning at Steve from across Fury's conference table and Steve knew exactly why. He wanted to get back at Steve for feeling him up while he was working and he had no doubt that Tony would.
"Stark, stop making bedroom eyes at Rogers and pay attention." Steve's cheeks tinted pink and Tony just grinned wider. "This is important stuff we're talking about here. Whatever you're thinking about can wait until later."
Steve looked down at the debriefing packet in front of him and tried to pay attention, but he couldn't help but look up when he felt Tony nudging his foot from under the table.
Can't wait until later, Tony mouthed to him and Steve made a face. Natasha looked between the two and shook her head.
"Come on Tony, can you try to act professional every once in a while?" They were back at the Avengers tower, on Tony and Steve's floor, standing in the middle of Steve's apartment.
"I can act professional when I want to Steve. Give me some credit here." Tony plopped down onto Steve's couch and looked up at his super-soldier boyfriend, who was still giving him his disapproving Captain America look.
"We were in an important meeting. It wasn't the time for your sexual advances." Tony raised an eyebrow and stood, placing his hands on Steve's muscled shoulders.
"Is now the time for my sexual advances?" Tony's voice dropped and he nipped on the edge of Steve's ear. "C'mon Cap, you know you want me to rough you up a little." Tony was close enough to hear Steve swallow.
"Only a little," he whispered, and that's all that Tony needed.
His lips were on Steve's in no time, grabbing his form-fitting blue t-shirt roughly and pushing him down onto the couch. He climbed on top of him, their lips still molded together. Steve could feel Tony's arc reactor through his shirt and his arms wrapped around the smaller man, pressing them closer together.
Tony's fingers tangled into Steve's near-perfectly styled blonde hair, mussing it up. He loved messing Steve up like this, tainting his perfect image, and he couldn't wait until he got to do that to Steve in the bedroom.
Steve's hands slid down to his lower back to rest on his ass, squeezing into the pockets there. Tony made a surprised but pleased noise in his throat and kissed Steve harder.
"You really make me think that you've done this before." Tony said when he managed to pull his lips away from Steve's, instead attaching them to Steve's neck.
"Do you really think I would lie to you Tony?" His hands that were in Tony's back pockets squeezed, making Tony groan against the skin of Steve's throat.
"Of course not. One, you're Steve. And two, you're Captain America. I don't even think you're capable of lying."
"I'm still human you know." Steve nipped at Tony's jawline.
"Oh, I know. Trust me, I know." He chuckled into Steve's ear and pushed his hips forward, making the both of them groan. "Jesus Steve," Tony rasped.
Steve was working on Tony's shirt now, sliding it up while Tony wriggled around. Annoyed, Tony pulled back and ripped his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.
"Your turn," Tony said, pulling at the hem of Steve's shirt now. Smiling, Steve shed his shirt and allowed Tony to trail his hands over his chest. "I will never get tired of this," he murmured, leaning down to mouth at Steve's collarbone.
"Neither will I," Steve said, his hands sliding up and down Tony's back with a feather light touch, making the smaller man shiver above him.
"God, you're driving me nuts." Tony nuzzled against Steve's neck, cursing against his skin when Steve pushed his hips up. "I'm supposed to be the one getting revenge here."
Steve laughed. "How's that working out for you?" Tony pulled back and looked into Steve's deep blue eyes, shining with amusement.
"Pretty well. Especially since I'm leaving now." Steve's eyebrows shot up.
"Wait, what?" Tony climbed off of Steve and scooped up his shirt, squeezing Steve's thigh before grinning slyly and leaving his boyfriend's apartment.
Steve ran a hand through his messy hair. He couldn't believe Tony. Actually, that was a lie—his first lie.
He could believe it. His boyfriend was Tony Stark after all.