Tony scrambled into his beach attire as quickly as he could. His limbs were still a little shaky, but he was determined to prove to Steve that he did not need his help, thank you very much, and stubbornness had always been Tony's greatest superpower. And Steve had undressed and redressed with his usual military precision so he was already ready to go by the time Tony was finished.
"I hope you had them stock more than clothes," Steve said.
"Of course. We've got towels and sunscreen and a fridge fully stocked with all the fruit juice, soda, and water we'll ever need."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "No coffee creamer?'
"Of course there's coffee creamer."
Duh. Did Steve actually expect him to survive without coffee?
Tony left Steve to do the work of loading up a cooler with ice and wandered out onto the balcony to scope out a perfect spot on the beach to set up camp.
"You ready to stop looking at it from a distance?" Steve asked. He hefted the cooler onto one shoulder..
"Jesus, yes." Tony bounded out the door, dragging Steve along with him.
They set up camp in a nice, isolated section of the beach. Tony was willing to stay put for just long enough for Steve to slather him with sunscreen and then he was jumping into the water with Steve close behind. And because they were both children at heart, the first thing they did was start splashing each other and laughing.
And they stayed in the water for the next two hours until the sun started to set. Tony supposed it was romantic to walk along the beach at sunset. But really, who cared about the sunset when he had Steve beside him?
Steve's cheeks were a little pink because he hadn't put on enough sunblock even though he had taken great care with with Tony's face. Tony was glad he had worn the ridiculously small red Speedo if only for the way Steve's hands lovingly lingered on his thighs while he applied the lotion.
He couldn't feel too sorry for Steve. His sunburn would probably be completely healed by the time they headed back to the hotel after dinner.
There was an upscale restaurant located on the bottom floor of their hotel so Tony decided to just go with that. They could go looking for other restaurants to try some other night. But tonight he was feeling a little lazy. It was a simple matter to just walk upstairs and change back into their formal wear to go to dinner.
It turned out to be a good choice as it was a fancy French restaurant and Steve was all too happy to order for them off the menu in French.
Tony leaned back in his seat. "Bet you're glad to finally have a chance to put all those French lessons to use, eh?"
Steve nodded. "We learned French and Italian in school when I was a kid. Didn't want us being ugly Americans when we went abroad."
"You're far too pretty to be an ugly American," Tony said, fluttering his eyelashes comically.
Steve smiled and reached for Tony's hand. "And so are you."
Dinner was just as delicious as Tony had expected. And so was dessert. Steve insisted on ordering this lemon custard because he knew lemon was Tony's secret weakness. It was so good that he even allowed Steve to feed him a few bites.
He carefully hid the bill from Steve. It was better if he didn't know that their meal cost more than a thousand dollars. Even though Tony could totally afford to eat like this every day, Steve would probably be really upset about him spending so much money on them. But seriously, it was their honeymoon. It was all about celebrating with wild abandon. And it was so, so worth it, even if just for the knowledge that Steve knew Italian. Because Tony had some pretty filthy Italian phrases that he had been meaning to practice.
To Tony's great delight, Steve not only understood every word he said, but had some pretty lewd phrases of his own. It took a great deal of effort to resist jumping Steve on the elevator ride up their floor, but once they made it into their room, Tony jumped into Steve's arms, hooked his legs around his waist, and started kissing the life out of him.
Somehow, Steve managed to maneuver them over to the bed and pressed Tony down on his back. Tony groaned as Steve shifted his weight to pin him against the bed and took control of the kiss. He could feel Steve's arousal and he arched his hips upwards to press against him, to make Steve breathe heavier into the kiss.
Steve's hands slipped lower to untuck Tony's shirt and tug down his pants. All without breaking out of their frantic make-out session.
As awesome as it was, it wasn't nearly enough.
Tony reluctantly pulled away from the kiss. "Before we go any further, I need you to reach over in the nightstand and grab the-"
"Lube?" Steve asked with an arched eyebrow.
Tony narrowed his eyes. "You're a little more prepared for this than I expected."
Steve coughed and turned a delicate shade of red. "I've been doing some research."
"You've been watching porn?" Tony asked gleefully. That was simultaneously hot and hilarious. He could only imagine Steve's reaction and he was just the slightest bit disappointed he hadn't been there to see it.
"Oh no," Steve said quickly. "Bruce told me those sex scenes aren't the least bit realistic and are definitely nothing I want to base my behavior on."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Bruce has been giving you sex advice. Wow. I never would have thought."
"He wasn't exactly thrilled to have that conversation with me," Steve allowed. "He pointed me to some websites and told me I could take it from there."
Poor Bruce. Tony needed to buy him some nice things later to thank him.
"Alright," Tony said. "So, you know the basics. Can't just take me like that nurse of yours. But I'm sure you'll like taking time to prep me. You're far too patient for your own good."
Steve nodded. "If anything hurts, I want you to let me know immediately."
"Babe, I've been around the block a few times. More than a few times, actually. I know what I'm in for."
"I'm serious, Tony." Steve cupped Tony's face in his hands, forcing him to meet his eyes. And Steve's expression was definitely serious, his eyes the same slate-blue as when he sat Tony down for talks about how he was worried his recklessness in battle was going to get him killed one day.
Tony swallowed. "Okay, I promise."
Steve nodded and rolled up his sleeves. His eyes trailed down Tony's body, his jaw set determinedly like he was trying his best to come up with a plan.
"Lube?" Tony prompted.
"Not yet. Gotta get you naked first."
Well, okay. Tony was down with that. He wriggled a little to kick his pants off and did his best to help as Steve unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it over his head.
"You're so beautiful, Tony," Steve said reverently. He ran a hand over Tony's chest and down his hips. Tony stretched out languidly for a moment and basked in Steve's admiration. But while all the gentle petting and caresses were nice, he really wanted Steve to start moving things along a little faster.
"Now your clothes?" he asked hopefully.
Steve shook his head. "Lift your hips."
Tony complied, a little puzzled by where this was going. He was even more confused when Steve slid a pillow under his hips.
Well, this was new. And kind of nice.
Steve stroked his thigh. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Tony said. "It's perfect." None of his former lovers had done anything to try and make the angle more comfortable for him. But Steve was so thoughtful and attentive.
Steve smiled. "And now the lube."
Hooray. Fucking finally.
Steve uncapped the bottle and liberally coated his fingers.
"Come on," Tony whined. "Hurry up." He spread his legs a little more and bucked his hips impatiently.
Steve sighed and carefully slipped his index finger into Tony.
This was always the part that Tony hated. "Fucking freezing," he grumbled, squirming a little as his body adjusted to the cold.
Steve pressed a kiss against his hipbone. "Sorry," he said. "But you told me to hurry up."
Yeah, well, Tony was never known for making the best decisions.
"Just relax," Steve said. He peppered kisses over Tony's stomach and kneaded his ass with his free hand while he twisted his finger deeper inside.
Tony concentrated on his breathing, fighting the urge to clamp down against the burning stretch as Steve added a second finger. He had done this before, he reminded himself. He just had to get used to it again.
Steve's probing digit curved at just the right angle, hitting the bundle of nerves inside him.
"Holy shit," Tony gasped, his body spasming involuntarily. He had forgotten how that felt.
Steve froze. "Did that hurt?"
"Hell no. Keep going."
Steve frowned. "Tony, I don't want you lying to me."
"Steve, baby, did you happen to come across information on the prostate when you were doing your research?"
"Oh," Steve said, his face lighting up.
"Yeah," Tony said. "It's a good thing. A very good thing." He bucked his hips upwards. "So, now that we've established that, can you go back to getting ready to fuck me?"
Steve curled a finger inward and Tony groaned loudly. It had really been far, far too long since he had this kind of stimulation. It felt even better than he remembered, all his nerve endings tingling with pleasure.
"Should I do that again?" Steve asked. Tony could hear the teasing smile in his words and feel it as Steve planted another kiss against his neck.
Tony tilted his head back so Steve had better access and let his legs fall further apart. "Hell yes," he said. "You have no idea how damn good that feels."
"Glad to hear it." Steve mouthed at Tony's neck and gently nipped at his earlobe. "It's my job to make you feel good."
"Doing a great job," Tony murmured. Steve was taking things a lot slower than Tony was used to. With anybody else, by now, Tony would have been long past the prep work and getting himself pounded into the mattress. But because Steve was going so slowly and carefully, every sensation really seemed magnified. He could feel himself slowly sinking into the warm haze of pleasure as Steve stroked his prostate.
For someone who didn't really know what he was doing, Steve really knew what he was doing.
"I love you, Tony," Steve said.
Tony made some sort of answer. He wasn't sure if he was using actual words at that point or just unintelligible sounds. He was just so lost in the heat coiled deep in his gut. It had built up slowly, but Tony was so close to the edge now that he could concentrate on nothing else.
And when Steve wrapped a hand around his cock, Tony knew he was done for.
"Steve," Tony whimpered. "Oh god, oh god. I'm going to, going to-"
"It's okay," Steve said. "I've got you."
Tony's eyes fluttered shut as he bucked up into Steve's hand. He came with a low whine.
Steve pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You just relax," he said. "Let me take care of everything."
That was good. Because Tony wasn't even thinking about moving yet.
He stayed still, basking in post-orgasmic bliss as Steve pulled his hand free and gently wiped him down with a washcloth.
Good old Steve. So thoughtful. So sweet.
