Tony rose from dreamless sleep slowly, his body was relaxed and languid under the warm thick blankets and the sun was peeking through the curtains just enough to make itself known but not enough to be annoying.

As his brain started to slowly kick off the cobwebs of sleep, he recognized something warm was behind him, something really warm.

Like furnace warm but in a good way.

It kept his muscles loose and his mind bleary, made sleep tug at his eyelids and he so wanted to give in, it wasn't usual for him to be this comfortable and warm and usually when he woke up he couldn't go back to sleep even if he tried.

Being a genius sometimes had its disadvantages.

So he wanted to take full advantage of the feeling for as long as possible, with that thought in mind he tugged the blankets closer around himself and snuggled deeper into the bed, slowly inhaling the smell of cordite and pine as that warmth got closer.

His brain suddenly came back online and put the pieces together only a moment before a strong arm draped over Tony's side and pulled him in.

Blinking heavily tony looked behind him as a face pressed against his neck and saw Steve's blonde hair as his brain reminded him that he had apparently fallen asleep in the blonde's apartment the night before.

But, he was positive it had been on the couch...

How did he get into the mans bed?

There was a sleepy mumble from behind him before Steve pressed in closer, face pressed into Tony's neck breath tickling the short hairs on his nape, arm wrapped tight around Tony's chest and one of Steve's legs sliding between Tony's pulling them flush together.

And then tony noticed the way the man was shifting in his sleep and tony knew he was asleep because his breathing was slow and steady.

Steve was shifting in his sleep so his half-hard dick was rubbing against the crease of his ass in a way that really shouldn't feel that nice, just the lazy roll of his hips in that sleepy unhurried fashion.

Tony could honestly say, sleepy morning sex was something he didn't have experience in not because it didn't interest him but because his previous relationships had never spent the night with him and visa versa.

Not because he didn't want to or didn't want them to it was just...

That train of thought required too much brainpower for someone that had a smoking hot Adonis rubbing up against them and lipping at the back of their neck.

Whatever the man was dreaming tony would put his trust fund on it being pretty fucking hot, or maybe it was some pretty hot fucking, either way he wasn't about to complain.

The hand on his chest moved fingers tangling and clenching in his shirt tugging him in closer and tighter to his chest, as warm as a furnace and as solid as brick, he'd be damned if he wasn't getting turned on himself.

Steve didn't have a habit of dreaming, at least not that he could remember but at the moment he was having a very amazing not to mention vivid dream about someone in his bed, he didn't know who it was just that they had cold feet and soft dark hair that smelled surprisingly sweet.

They also had a nice firm ass that was pressed up pretty close to his dick.

He pulled the warm soft sweet smelling thing closer to his body his hand clenching in their shirt as he started lipping at the back of their neck.

Absently he thought that he could get off like this, just lazily pressing his hips against their ass in a lazy roll, Steve hadn't had many opportunities in his life where morning sex was an option, and he could literally count them on one hand.

That's not to say he never wanted to, to take advantage of the warmth and the fuzzy feeling in his brain, to just lay there and bask afterwards and enjoy the closeness.

Maybe Bucky had a point about all his teasing about him being a romantic.

Either way the person in his bed, who he suddenly realized was tony, was starting to press back against him so his morning was about to take a turn for the better.

"Hell of a way to wake up" he said his voice rough with sleep before pulling the neck of his shirt to the side to bite at the younger man's shoulder.

His shiver made Steve grin lazily.

Steve's voice and the press of his lips to Tony's shoulder made him shiver and his dick twitch.

This wasn't how he was planning on his morning to go but he wasn't about to complain about it, again who would? The man was a fucking Adonis.

"you started it" he replied before shivering when the man sucked a bruise on the back side of his shoulder where he had pulled Tony's shirt away from his skin.

He stopped for a moment before pressing in closer lying almost cheek-to-cheek and making tony realize how much bigger Steve's frame was compared to his own.

"Do you want me to finish it?"

Who the fuck would say no to that?!

When tony both heard and felt the man's rumble of a chuckle he realized he said that aloud.

Damn it.

"lay on your stomach" he rumbled as he slid away and tony did as ordered for once, he also kicked off his pants while he was at it after all he liked being helpful.

Especially when it came to getting laid.

Steve smirked as he watched the younger man wiggle out of his pants, his boxers were bright candy apple red and the seams were yellow and for some reason he found it incredibly amusing in the five seconds he wasn't dropping his own pants and boxers and grabbing the lube from his bedside table, which was his original intentions.

His mind was still bleary from just waking up but he didn't honestly care, he knew he wasn't dreaming and that tony was more than willing to let him have his way and that was all that really mattered at the moment.

Well that and the dull ache between his legs.

Steve settled himself between Tony's legs spreading them a bit further with his knees before settling and laying his hand on the young man's back he slip his palm upwards feeling the young man's skin flex as he pushed his shirt up.

Using his other hand Steve hooked two fingers into the waistband of Tony's underwear and pulled them down over the swell of his ass.

If nothing else, he did have a truly magnificent ass.

Steve leaned down; sliding his hand over Tony's back to trail his fingertips down his side while biting into his supple flesh to leave a bruise, ass like that needed claimed his sleepy mind told him.

Tony didn't seem to have any qualms with it judging by his squeak and aborted thrust.

When his fingers brushed over skin that was slightly rougher than the rest of him Steve paused for a moment, instantly recognizing the feel of scar tissue.

He wondered if he should ask for a moment but shook it off; it wasn't any of his business even if the idea of someone putting a scar on tony pissed him off to no end.

He would consider that thought more when he didn't have the young man wiggling below him.

Tony felt Steve pause on the old scar just below his ribs and groaned to himself, the story behind that scar was one he really didn't want to get into while horny.

He was grateful when instead of asking the man moved on, moving his hand to Tony's hip and lifting his hips so his ass was in the air, he moved his hands down from there to grab and kneed his ass cheeks for a moment before parting them.

Absently he thought Steve being an ass man was kind of ironic just before he felt something brush against his hole that definitely wasn't a finger.

He jumped in surprise but Steve's hands kept him in place, head buried in the pillows with his ass in the air and Steve's face buried between the cheeks.

Steve's tongue licking and teasing at the muscle prodding ocasinally and at the same time shocking the hell out of tony.

After they slept together, the first time Tony's mind had become curious one night when bored by his schoolwork and projects so he had googled gay sex.

One of the things he hadn't gotten around to looking up because his dick had ached too much had been being eaten out.

He now wished he had looked it up.

He shivered when Steve prodded at him again moaned when he sucked.

"You're thinking too much," Steve mumbled before going back to the tempo of licking and sucking.

Meanwhile he slicked the fingers of one hand "not my fault" tony started to say before breaking off into a moan as Steve licked past the fluttering rim of muscle and tasted him.

His hips tried to flex again but Steve held him down before pulling away replacing his tongue with his fingers, pressing two in and thrusting them lazily.

"Fuck" tony whispered making Steve smirk and lazily drag his fingers over his prostate "eventually" he replied.

For a few minutes, he kept that slow drag of his fingers inside of the man, taking his time and stretching him as tony let out little whimpers and moans "please", he whined when Steve finally added a third making the older man smirk.

He didn't say anything just pulled out his fingers so he could roll on the condom he grabbed before slicking it up.

His cock gave a painful throb in retaliation for ignoring it but he just wiped his hand on the bed sheets that had been shoved out of the way before putting his hand back on Tony's hip.

He lined himself up to that beautifully gaping hole and paused for only a moment to consider that thought before pressing in slowly and continuously.

Stopping only when he bottomed out and tony moaned while arching his back.

Absently he admitted he did make a pretty picture like this but that thought disappeared when the young man clenched around him.

Tony whimpered as Steve slowly slid out and then back in with a lazy roll of his hips, while the slow drag of skin felt amazing tony wanted it fast and hard like last time, this slow grind had too much feeling behind it.

Way too much for someone who's last name he didn't even know.

But at the same time, the sleepy lazy pace was fucking perfect, the man's cock pushing against his prostate on each slow glide and that grind at the end of each slow thrust; it was enough that he knew it would drive him insane.

Already his fingers were clenching in the bed sheets on either side of his head, Steve was leaning over him his body covering Tony's so each thrust made their bodies glide over each other, his larger hands pressed into the bed on either side of tony.

While it looked like they were caging him in tony actually never felt more free, it was a thought that gave him pause and caused him to loosen up enough that this slide was quicker than the last hitting his prostrate directly.

Then again, maybe Steve just thought he was thinking too much again and did it on purpose.

He wouldn't put it past the bastard.

But that one thrust made his speed pick up and that liquid warmth that had been slowly gathering in Tonys belly started to spread and grow heavy.

He was panting into the pillow when one of Steve's hands reached out turning his head enough he could lean down and capture his lips in a kiss that was mostly tongue and teeth.

Tony wasn't complaining.

Steve loved how it only took a touch for tony to respond to him, a nudge from Steve's knee to make his spread his legs a hand on his hip to keep him still a touch to his chin to make him turn his head for a kiss.

It all went straight to his dick and made his already fuzzy skull feel lightheaded.

If he wasn't distracted, he would be concerned about that reaction but at the moment, all he cared about was getting him to cum and in turn cum himself, after all, he was a gentleman like that.

Not pulling his lips away he moved and wrapped his arm around Tony's chest encouraging him to raise to his hands and knees enough that he could get ahold of his cock and stroke it in time to his thrusts.

Tony let out a sharp breath and his back arched muscles going tense in the telltale sign that he was getting close, Steve had mostly been ignoring it but he knew that he wouldn't be far behind.

So he gave a long stroke, flicking his thumb over the head of his cock just as he rammed back in and hit the young man's prostate dead on.

"Oh fuck" the younger man cried out throwing his head back as his release covered Steve's hand.

He buried his head into the sheets and clenched his hands as he rode it out, muscles fluttering around Steve's aching cock.

Steve bent down to suck at Tony's shoulder against while snapping his hips, one twice, three more times before his balls tightened and with a grunt, he let go.

Once the aftershocks settled and his hips stilled their tiny aborted thrusts he felt suddenly sleepy again and fell to the side pulling tony with him who went without much protest.

Steve had never been a cuddler no matter what his friends said fuck you Bucky, but then again he'd never had much of a chance to figure out if he actually was or not.

To be honest maybe it was his sleepy relaxed brain high on endorphins from a fresh fuck or maybe it was just the warmth but once he pulled off the condom and whipped his hand on the sheets it was actually really comfortable to mold his body to Tony's and just lay there and doze.

But it wasn't cuddling.

He didn't cuddle.

He was cuddling him.

That was the first coherent thought tony had after they had settled and his blood flow started to reoxygenate his brain.

He honestly didn't peg the man for a cuddler; he thought he'd be more of a roll over and smoke a cigarette type of guy.

Then again, the warmth did feel nice and the endorphins did make him sleepy and about five seconds after he settled back against Steve's warm chest he wondered what the fuck he was doing.

Tony didn't even know this guy's last name and yet here he was willingly settling down to sleep with him at his back.

Correction, going back to sleep with him at his back after having fallen asleep the night before.

Then again Steve had saved him the night before from getting the crap beat out of him, speaking of his nose ached dully so he knew he was gonna be bruised.

Speaking of the man, his breathing had settled back to those slow deep breaths that meant he was asleep.

Slowly as not to wake him up again tony slipped slowly out of his grasp and then slipped out of the bed.

His legs tingled slightly and his muscles ached but he didn't mind it too much and shuffle walked toured the bathroom trying to be quiet as not to wake him up.

Once his bladder was empty, he stood there, looked in the mirror at his rumpled appearance, and raked a hand through his hair.

It didn't help.

If anything, it made his hair stand up more.

It along with the bruising from his nose being nearly broken the night before made him looks even more homeless than one of his regular week long benders where he lived on protein bars and caffeine.

First think in the morning tony had never cared much about his looks, he'd always cared more about coffee and since he had some thinking to do about his current mental health coffee sounded excellent.

Leaving the bathroom and only wearing his shirt from the night before he walked into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee.

Once it was finished gurgling happily he pulled down a mug and filled it to the brim holding it between his hands, letting it warm them as he inhaled the tantalizing aroma, he had always loved coffee even since he discovered it at the age of nine years old.

It also helped him focus, why the hell was he so at ease standing there? Why had he been relaxed enough to be willing to go to sleep with a thief at his back? A man who had no qualms with beating the shit out of some guys only a few hours ago?

He could shrug off falling asleep the night before on the adrenaline rush of being attacked wearing off.

Tony also had to consider the first time they met, he'd been on the run from the cops, using him so he didn't go to jail, but then was almost tender in bandaging his hands, and of course, he could shrug that off as him doing it just to get into Tony's pants.

But if he was being honest he had started that and the guy didn't kick him out the morning after, even acknowledged him and gave him coffee.

Being completely honest with himself he had no idea what was going on and being confused annoyed him, he didn't like not knowing something like this, after all why the hell would Steve save him and bring him back to his home, again, then take care of him and where had that cut on his hand come from?

It hadn't been there when they got to the apartment or when he helped tony stop his nose from bleeding.

For the love of God, the guy even had a handkerchief with his initials on it!

The guy had been really sweet for a criminal but tony knew there was more to him than that and there was so much he didn't know.

For all he knew he could have been putting himself in some serious danger by being there.

Speaking of he suddenly felt a presence behind him then heard something click by his left ear, he'd been so distracted by his thoughts he hadn't even registered someone entering the apartment.

Damn it.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here"

He turned his head slowly to see an older man with dark hair leering at him and a dark gun pointing at his face.

Tony wanted to make some snappy comeback maybe ask him the same thing but his brain kind of shut down, the only think he could think to say was "you're the one from that drawing"

The man who he noticed only had one arm rose a brow at him face staying otherwise unreadable before suddenly he lowered the gun and looked vaguely amused "you're the one he's fucking? What play pen did he steal you from?"

Tony puffed up in indignation and glared at the nameless man.

Bucky went to Steve's apartment to discuss a new job Barton had gotten the lead on, when he found the man's living room empty, he rose a brow but just assumed he was sleeping in.

Not that it was a common occurrence but his best friend was occasionally known to hit the snooze button on his mental alarm from time to time.

When he saw a dark haired man leaning against the counter in the kitchen area like he owned the place drinking Steve's favorite coffee that was hard as hell to track down because it was from Germany he acted on instinct

He pulled his gun from the holster in the back of his jeans and leveling it on the man just as he realized he wasn't alone.

The only answer he got to his question was the man's head turning to look at him with wide eyes, his hair was a tangled mop of ebony bed head and his face was bruised in a way that only came from a broken or nearly broken nose.

Moreover, he looked fucking young.

When he said something about a drawing, it confused him and made him take another look at him.

Realizing he was wearing only a pair of briefs and his shirt, with kiss swelled lips it didn't take Bucky long to figure out who the kid was.

He couldn't help making fun of the kid's age when he spoke his realization aloud and that seemed to knock the kid out of his surprise as he puffed up and glared.

It was kind of cute if he was being honest in a kid playing with a puppy sort of way "I'm not a kid for fucks sake I'm 22!"

"You don't fucking look it" the kid glared again and Bucky just smirked.

He was a little spitfire he'd give him that.

No wonder Steve liked him more than he was willing to admit.

Maybe more than he wanted to admit to himself.