Prompt: can i prompt you with Tony being absolutely terrified of ever having sex and escaping any situation that could end with sex? And then Steve (as his boyfriend) finally figuring it out?

What the hell had he been thinking? When Steve had shyly asked him out on a date, he had been caught off guard and agreed. He really liked Steve and had a tiny crush on him but he never thought it would go somewhere between them.

The Avengers had some downtime, Clint was at the shooting range testing out the new bow and arrows he gave the archer yesterday. Bruce was six days deep into some experiment that had him camping out in his own lab. Thor had gone off to visit Jane for the week, and Steve had been working with some new recruits at SHIELD last time he checked. He and Natasha had just got back from a day of shopping, they had made a trip down to the King of Prussia Mall, it was a huge mall and there was an outlet a few miles from there that they went to as well.

They got back around 7, just in time for dinner, because when they came off the elevator Clint greeted them with, "Oh perfect timing you guys, the lasagna is almost ready." They ate together ate the table, Clint telling Tony all about how well the bow and arrows turned out, Natasha got up to take Bruce a plate once she was done with her food.

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but you get to do the dishes since I made dinner." The archer quickly stood up and made his way towards the door, smirking at the annoyed look the genius was giving him. "Have fun!"

He sighed and then looked around the kitchen, luckily there weren't that many dishes to deal with. He just needed to put a top of the remaining lasagna so he could put it in the fridge and then wash the plates and silverware. He had just finished washing everything, moving on to dry and put away when he heard the elevator.

He looked up to see Steve approaching. "Hey Cap, how were the baby agents?"

"Irksome, as always," he grinned, "What's for dinner?"

"Lasagna, I just put it in the fridge so it shouldn't be that cold." He got a soft 'k' as the other man busied himself with making a plate and heating it up some.

"Hey Tony,"

"Yes Steve?" He looked up but Steve was staring at the microwave so just went back to putting the plates in the cabinet but kept his attention on the other.

"Are you doing anything Friday night?"

"I don't think so, why what's up?"

"Will you go on a date with me? Dinner and a movie?" Tony stopped everything, staring at the other.

"Re- really?"

"Yes, I've wanted to ask you for a while now." He seemed to get over an internal struggle, the way he squared his shoulders and got a determined look on his face. He marched over and grabbed his hands so that he could hold them between their bodies. "I really like you Tony and I'd like to take you out."

"Um, uh, okay." He was still a little star struck staring at the other man like he'd never seen him before. "Yeah, um okay. Friday?"

"Friday." Steve seemed to glow with how bright his smile got, "How's six o'clock sound?"

Steve was still holding his hand, "Good, six o'clock it is." And then Steve lifted one of his hands up to his mouth and kissed his knuckles. Tony didn't know he was still able to blush, but the way his face heated up, he's sure he looked like a tomato. Steve smiled and then let go of his hands to grab his meal and head to his room.

He stood staring at the doorway for a moment, "J, what just happened?"

"I believe Captain Rogers is attempting to 'woo' you Sir." He was still so shocked he didn't make a snarky remark about how positively cheeky the AI sounded.

"Oh."

Now four and half months and over two dozen dates later, he was freaking out. This is something no one knows about the billionaire but sex terrifies him. It wasn't as if he was a germ phobic or anything like that but – it was just, so intimate. He only got close to having sex once when he was younger, and he was so nervous and terrified that the girl gave him a break and told him if he wanted to leave that she wouldn't hold any grudges. He thanked her profusely and made a fast retreat to his dorm.

Since then he was very careful to avoid sex. He never had a serious girlfriend or boyfriend, if he did 'date' someone, they never made it past three dates. All those 'sex scandals' were actually people that had drunkenly made out with him and then went and made up a story for the papers to get some cash or quick fame.

So here he was, once again diverting Steve's hands from wandering up under his shirt. He knew he was frustrating the other man, even though Steve was too polite to say anything, but he didn't have too, the team basically did it for him. Clint and Natasha always commenting on the UST in the room, or would jokingly asking what was taking so long.

Tony felt bad, he did want to have sex with Steve, hell, he had been jerking off to the idea of it since before he and the blonde starting dating. "Tony," the brunette snapped his attention to the other, looking up into those earnest blue eyes, "am I doing something wrong?"

"No, of course not, why would you say that?" Damn it, now Steve thinks he's to blame for his fucking insecurities.

"I don't know," he was leaning back, trying to put space between them, nervously switching between rubbing his hands together and reaching up to rub at his neck (a habit he had noticed when the other was uncomfortable with a situation). "It's just – anytime it seems like," He coughed, face taking on a pink hue, "things might go further, you pull back. I just don't understand." He looked so dejected it made the brunette feel like a jackass. He was being selfish, from what he could tell this was all uncharted territory for Steve as well, but at least he had the courage to try or say something like he was right now.

"Steve, look at me." He hooked a finger under the other's strong chin so he could bring his head up from his chest. "It is not you, I promise."

"Then what is it Tony? Do you want to have sex with me?" The bluntness with how Steve said it shocked him, he blushed, he knows he is.

"I, uh, yes." He was stuttering like an idiot and he wished he could tell the other man, but what if Steve didn't believe him, or worse, what if he laughed?

"Is it the sex itself?" Tony turned his head, he couldn't face the other, and he knew if he tried to lie it wouldn't work. "Tony," he said it so softly, the realization so clear in his voice. "Tony, tell me the truth, those stories about you in the papers, about sleeping with those people, are they true?" Still not looking at the other, he closed his eyes and shook his head no. Silence, for a moment, "Are any of them true?"

"No." He couldn't look at the other man, his imagination running wild as he thought of all the possible reactions that admission could bring.

His eyes shot open when he was pulled into a bone crushing hug, his face tucked into Steve's chest and the others arms wrapped tight around him while he lay his head on top of his. "Tony, sweetie, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I don't know, I've never told anyone." He spoke into the other's shoulder, terrified to face him but could handle being close like this. It had to mean that Steve was okay with his being a virgin. "I can't explain it well but I like the idea of sex and all. It's just that anytime I got close to doing it, I don't know I would just stop." Once he started talking he couldn't stop, staying in their cuddled positions where they couldn't see the others face, Tony told him how he had tried to do what everyone expected of him like he did with most things, but once that door closed and clothes starting coming off, he clammed up, got anxious, and would sometime even flee the room. Steve held him through it all, letting him get it all off of his chest until he ran out of things to say.

"Tony, I'm not with you so I can have sex with you. If you're not comfortable, then we wait. If you want to try something, tell me and we can test the waters. If it becomes too much, we stop and do something else. And if it turns out that you never want to have sex, I'm okay with that too. I'm in love with you, the person, the soul of what makes you Tony. Not your body, or your fame, or your money."

He leaned back from the others chest, looking up at the other, eyes wet with unshed tears. "You love me?"

Steve smiled at him, one hand coming to rest on his cheek, a thumb rubbing under his eye when a tear threatened to escape. "Yes, I love you very much Tony Stark."

He gave his boyfriend a watery smile, "I love you too, Steven Grant Rogers." He pulled the other down for a sweet kiss, not as worried about what might happen because he knew that whatever did happen, this man would still love him.