A/N: Hey guys! :D Sorry for the late update, I've been a little busy with college and whatnot. Hope all of you are doing well. And I hope you enjoy this chapter, because I sure did. :)
Chapter 12
Tony took a sip of his coffee and kissed Steve's cheek as he squeezed out of the crowded kitchen. It was a lazy Saturday morning and as always, Tony was the last one to roll out of bed.
"Hey Tony," Bruce called to him as he started down the hall. "Could you help me with one of my projects? For whatever reason, something is wrong with the wiring and I can't seem to figure out what it is." Tony took another sip of his coffee.
"Sure. Just give me some time to shower first." He turned and headed towards the elevator.
Two strong and familiar arms wrapped around him and Tony smiled. "No Steve, you can't shower with me. Bruce needs my help and I can't get distracted."
"That's not what I was going to ask," Steve replied, tightening his hold on Tony slightly. "I'm going to get you back for the other day." Of course, Steve was referring to the couch incident.
Tony laughed. "Hey, you started it."
Steve lowered his voice a bit. "You're not going to be expecting it." Tony took another large gulp of his coffee, the hot liquid burning his throat as he swallowed.
"You just told me. I think I'll be expecting it." Tony chuckled and Steve nipped at the top of his ear, making his knees weak.
"I mean you won't be expecting what I do."
"Oh, sounds sexy. I can't wait." Steve pressed a kiss to Tony's temple and pulled away.
"Just wait, Tony." Tony turned around to look at his boyfriend, who was giving away nothing.
"Hm." He smiled and stretched up to kiss Steve quickly. "Alright. I'll see you later highly encourage you to come bother me in the shower."
"Didn't you say you didn't want me to join you in the shower?" Tony shrugged.
"Changed my mind." He winked. "See ya Capcisle." Tony hit the elevator button and the door slid open. He stepped inside, smiling at his super-soldier boyfriend before the doors slid shut.
Tony was not going to see this coming.
"Tony, are you even listening?" Tony blinked a few times and looked up at Bruce, who was glaring back at him with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression.
"What? Yes, of course I was." He crossed his arms across his chest, covering the faint outline of the arc reactor that was visible through his Black Sabbath t-shirt. "Something about gamma rays..?" Bruce stared at him for a moment before he laughed.
"If you want to go see Steve instead of help me, that's fine. I'm used to people not wanting to be around me." Tony looked up as Bruce shrugged.
"God dammit Banner. I'm not going to abandon you for Steve. You needed my help so I'm going to give it to you."
"But you're barely paying attention." Tony sighed, partially in frustration.
"I'm trying!" Bruce laughed.
"If you want to leave, Tony, that's fine."
"I'm not going anywhere, now shut up so we can get this finished."
Tony pushed his sunglasses up so that they were resting on top of his head and raised his fist to knock on Steve's door. He had just gotten back from a long day at Stark Industries and a long day of Pepper yelling at him for not paying attention in meetings. He loved her, but sometimes Pepper was a little over the top.
So a little Steve was just what Tony needed right now.
The door swung open and Steve stood there in his blonde hair, blue-eyed, tight-shirted glory. He grinned at Tony and the billionaire got a little dizzy.
"Hey Steve," Tony said, unable to refrain from smiling. And he smiled that genuine smile that he never let the paparazzi see, but only came out when he was around Steve.
"Hi Tony." Tony started to step forward and give his super-soldier boyfriend a kiss, but with one strong hand against his chest, Steve stopped him. "Turn around," he said in his Captain America 'do what I say for your own good' voice. Tony raised an eyebrow, but complied.
Steve's large hands were on his shoulders, squeezing gently. Tony hummed in approval, shivering a bit when he felt his boyfriend's lips on the back of his neck.
"Steve, as much as I love this…" Tony suddenly stopped when a cloth covered his eyes and was securely tied around the back of his head.
"Just let me take over." Steve grabbed Tony's hand, linking their fingers together, and pulled him into his apartment. Tony smelled something sweet coming from the kitchen—something that smelled like chocolate. He kept quiet though, and allowed Steve to do his thing.
He gently pushed Tony down into one of his kitchen chairs and Tony smiled when he felt Steve loosening his tie.
"Stripping me already? I haven't even been in here for five minutes yet." Steve pulled Tony's tie over his head.
"Can you stop talking? You talk too much." Tony snapped his mouth shut just as Steve started to remove his silk, maroon button-down. Tony felt Steve's tongue trace around the metal of the arc reactor, and he couldn't help but start to get turned on. He shrugged his shoulders and let the shirt fall to the floor, reaching out to get his hands on Steve.
Instead, Steve grabbed his hands and pinned them behind the chair, and Tony immediately recognized the clank of metal as handcuffs. "Really Steve? Handcuffs?" Steve snapped them around his wrists and Tony tested the constraints.
"What did I tell you about talking?" Tony smiled, but kept quiet, and he sensed Steve's presence in front of him disappearing. He was about to say something, despite Steve's 'rules', but Steve returned quickly.
Tony knew that his boyfriend had been hinting at getting back at him, and that he wouldn't be expecting it. Could this possibly be it? Tony was handcuffed to a chair after all—he definitely would not expect something this kinky.
Suddenly, Tony felt a warm liquid trickling down his abs, an equally as warm tongue licking it up. "Damn Steve, what the hell?" Steve dripped some more of the liquid over his chest, his tongue working slowly to lap it up. "What is this?" Tony made a strangled noise when his boyfriend's tongue trailed over his nipple.
"Chocolate fondue."
Tony nearly lost it in his pants and he hadn't done that since he was 16.
"God dammit Steve." Tony squeezed his eyes shut even though he was blindfolded and he felt Steve straddle his waist, dripping chocolate on his shoulder and the base of his neck. Tony struggled to stay still as Steve's warm and wet tongue moved along his skin, and he knew that Steve could feel him right now.
"Do you want some Tony?" Steve whispered into his ear, tugging on the lobe.
"Fuck Steve, I want you." Steve chuckled darkly into Tony's ear and pecked his lips.
"Sorry, not today. Chocolate fondue or nothing." Tony curled his hands into fists within the handcuffs and sighed in defeat, wiggling his hips a bit.
"Give me some fondue then."
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