Title: Fourth of July
Summary: Twenty one-shots of pure, graphic porn.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Warnings: Any and everything is a possibility in this one.
Chapter Eleven: Fondue
"All right, kiddos!" Tony exclaimed loudly as he clapped his hands, getting almost all of the Avengers' attentions; Clint was still determined to beat Bruce at Connect Four and refused to look away from the colorful circles lest he lose him focus and the scientist lord his win over him forever. "You mother and I are going out now. Bruce has the money for pizza because, let's face it, I like him best out of you rug rats."
"Haven't you ever heard that it's bad to pick favorites with kids?" Clint quipped as he stalked around the table, still eying the game carefully. "If we revolt and kill Banner, you can only blame yourself for creating the resentment, Stark." A soft snort of amusement came from the aforementioned scientist as he watch the archer more around, a wry grin lighting up his ever-weary features.
"I'm sure I'll be fine. The Other Guy would probably sit on you to keep you from getting into any trouble."
"I'd pay to see that," Natasha added with a dangerous smirk.
"Hey now, no breaking my shit, you hooligans!" Tony snapped playfully as he wagged his fingers at his teammates. "JARVIS, make sure that all of my shit is kept out of their grubby, little hands!"
"Ignore that, JARVIS," Steve cut in as he rolled his eyes. "Everyone, be good. Tony has graciously let us move in and has refused rent-"
"You offered to pay rent?" Clint laughed. "Seriously, if I was putting out to Stark, I wouldn't pay for shit!"
"You don't pay for shit anyway, Barton!" the genius growled as he crossed his arms. "And you would never have a chance at landing someone as fine as me! But that's beside the point; Steve and I are going out, having fondue, and I don't want JARVIS calling me to tell me that Thor has knocked your bird-brained ass out because you two thought it would be a good idea to-"
"Cap," Natasha cut in, looking a bit amused as she watched the blonde super solider turn a vibrant shade of red, his ears and throat matching his face as he tried to look as small as possible. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Fine," the Captain replied, mortification sinking into the pit of his stomach when the pitch of his voice rose and his voice cracked. His face like it was burning as everyone stared at him, some with genuine concern, others with thinly-veiled amusement.
"What's wrong, Steve?" Tony asked as he slung his arm around the soldier's waist. "We're just going to get some fon- Oh!" A large grin lit up the brunette's face as he leered at the blushing blonde.
"What's going on?" Clint asked as he pouted at the game, unable to see any openings to beat the scientist and glaring at the brightly colored disks as if they were holding back answers from him.
"Fondue..." the genius breathed as he looked Steve up and down lustfully, his eyes dilating widely as he licked his lips. "I forgot all about fondue."
"Am I missing something?" Clint asked as his picked up a plastic chip, holing over the top of the game before pausing and frowning at the game some more, trying to figure out where the best place to set his piece was. "'Cause you totally said "fondue," like, a million times so there's no way you forgot about it." Setting the piece into one of the holes and listening to it clink as it hit the others, the archer turned around just in time to see a coattail go around the corner to the hallway. "Huh...where'd they go?"
"To fondue," Natasha replied with a smirk.
Tony could not help but grin widely when Steve grabbed his wrist and up but took off running down the hall, forcing the genius to run behind him. There were a few times that he stumbled and glared at the carpet as though if his chance for some pre-dinner hanky-panky was ruined he would be cursing at the fabric and setting it on fire just to spite it. He really hoped that the blonde was willing to try something other than missionary position but before he could voice his opinions, Tony found his back being slammed into the wall and a hot mouth pressed against his own.
A tongue slipped into his mouth, ravaging him before the genius's mind could catch up and get his body to join in on the fun. He could feel a heavy and hard weight pressing insistently against his hip as large hands grabbed at the hem of his pants, fumbling with the buckle before practically tearing his belt off of his body. The shorter hero shimmied out of his pants while his fingers tugged viciously at the front of Steve's slacks, nimbly unfastening the button before tugging the fabric down and palming the super soldier through the white fabric underneath.
A deep and soft sound came from Steve before a large and warm hand slipped down the front of his own pants, fishing the brunette's stiffening cock out of the confines of his dress slacks before the strong fingers curled around his rigid flesh. A warm heat settled in Tony's groin as the dangerously strong hand began to pump his flesh slowly, making his squirm against the soldier's chest and away from the unforgiving wall. He slipped his agile and work-worn fingers, glad to have actually gotten all of the grease off of them from his workshop, into the Captain's briefs and quickly copied the gesture, stroking the blonde's cock eagerly as he licked his lips and leaned up to press their mouths back together.
A huff of air was snorted out of his nose when overly large hands smacked his hands away from the Captain's cock. The kiss was broken as Tony opened his mouth to sharply question Steve with plenty of expletives only to let out a squeal-like sound when he felt the hard flesh of Steve's cock pressing firmly against his own, long warm fingers curling tightly around both of their lengths and squeezing him tightly. The genius struggled to remember how to breathe as the tight grip moved up and down their lengths, robbing him of his breath as his pulse picked up, the arc reactor definitely working overtime to keep up with his racing pulse.
Tony reached up and clutched at the silky fabric of Steve's new dress shirt, bunching the taut material in his grip as he rocked his hips up into the tight hold, rambling nonsensical words as he struggled to quell the pleasure that was rapidly pooling in his abdomen, his balls feeling full and his dick aching to release. He tried thinking of Fury, of Clint doing the chicken dance, of Thor sticking a fork in the toaster and then declaring a duel against the toaster... Anything to keep him from toppling over the edge.
Unfortunately for the brunette, Steve had different plans, his voice husky in the playboy's ear as he breathed, "Gosh, Tony..."
That was all it took for the engineer to lose it with a shout of Steve's name, splattering his cum across the blonde's very nice shirt and his very warm fingers. He dimly realized that there was a warmth seeping into the front of his own shirt and he assumed that it was the Captain's cum going only by the heavy breathing of the muscled man. They stood there while Tony sucked in air like it was the last thing he was ever going to do, trying to reorganize his thoughts as he opened his eyes and smirked playfully at the blonde super soldier.
"So...uh...fondue?" the panting brunette asked as he began to fix their pants, silently declaring their shirts a hopeless cause.
"...You meant bread and cheese, didn't you?" Steve asked softly in mortification, his lips brushing against the brunette's neck with every word.
"I did," Tony replied, unable to wipe that satisfied grin off of his face. "But this was very, very welcome, Cap. I might have to schedule more fondue dinners if this is the response I get!"
"Did I...uh... Did I ruin our night out?" the soldier asked softly, his embarrassed voice giving away the fact that he was most likely blushing madly.
"Hell, no. Come on, big guy, look at me." The playboy smiled brightly when the blonde pulled back slightly and looked at him with worried blue eyes, his entire face a flush pink. "You couldn't ever ruin anything...with the exception of my sheets and very nice and expensive clothes. Ah! No apologizing!" the brunette snapped as he clamped his hand over the Captain's lips, grinning playfully at the way that a blonde eyebrow rose. "Now, I'll get a nice fondue platter delivered to our bedroom and I promise to let the cheese cool before I pour some of the cheese over your dick and suck it off. Don't give me that look! I won't burn you and even if I do, you'll heal a lot faster than I will. Besides, the cheese is very good."
He removed his hand to see a soft smile on Steve's face. "Only if you promise not to open the door naked again."
"Of course I won't," Tony said as he pulled away from the soldier and opened the door, letting the larger man in first before grinning deviously. "You get to open the door naked this time. What? Fair is fair!"
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