AN: The obligatory Tony is misbehaving during a meeting ficlet. Pepper/Steve/Tony pairing. This was supposed to be a short, funny scene with Tony doing a little Fury baiting, but then Tony happened and it completely changed the tone. And as usual, I suck at updating on this site, so it's a three for one deal today. If you want to see the ficlets as they come out, I post on Archive of Our Own as well under the pen name AshitaNewssnoopy.
Steve sat at the conference table, his back straight and eyes fixed attentively on Fury as he blathered on about some pointless mission that Steve just knew was going to fall through. He'd read the briefs on it and there wasn't enough viable information there for them to act; so, until SHIELD came back with more, this wasn't a job for the Avengers.
And Fury knew it.
Steve could tell that he really wasn't into this meeting, and was just going through the motions. It was either out of sheer boredom, as the Avengers haven't had a major event in the past month, or because the WSC was making him do it. Whatever the cause, this was just for show.
Which is why Steve didn't feel even the slightest bit bad that he wasn't contributing, and in fact, that his mind was miles away, planning out his revenge on Tony for his little surprise this morning. A good surprise yes - he glanced toward the man in question, his blood heating as he recalled just what he was wearing under his suit - but one that was ill-planned considering their early morning meeting.
Or actually, perfectly planned, given the way his lover was smirking at him from across the table. He eyed Tony, rubbing his forefinger over his lip thoughtfully as he let his his gaze trail slowly over his body and back up, and then sent Tony a diamond-sharp smile that let him know without a doubt just what he planned after this meeting.
Tony returned his heated gaze and shifted slightly in his seat, and then pulled out his phone, tapping on it lightly with a smug grin that meant he was up to no good. And sure enough, no more than a second later, Steve felt a buzz from his pocket.
Flicking a glance back at Fury, Steve pulled out his own phone and tapped in his password, pulled up the message and then just stared in stunned silence. Blood rushed to his groin and his pants grew noticeably tighter as he stared at picture of Tony sprawled across their bed, looking up into the camera from beneath his lashes, clothed in nothing but the tiny red, white and blue briefs he'd been sporting this morning.
Shifting in his seat, Steve barely repressed a groan and sent Tony a 'you will pay for this later' look. Tony just grinned and tapped out something out on his phone, and Steve's buzzed once more. Inhaling deeply, Steve tapped on the message and this time did make the smallest of sounds when confronted with another picture of Tony, this time with his hand down the front his briefs, cupping his now hard dick, and the words, 'like what you see,' sassily written across.
Steve bit his lip and then stuffed his phone in his pocket, determined to pay attention in order to end the meeting that much faster so he could pull those briefs off, with his teeth if necessary. He glanced back over at Tony for a brief moment, and then froze, staring as he slid the tips of two fingers past his lips and lightly sucked on them, his eyes hot with want.
Steve coughed, and shifted in his seat, which then caught Pepper's attention; and just why she was there, Steve wasn't certain, but Fury had asked for her and few people said no to Nicholas J. Fury. Although, come to think of it, Pepper might just one of those few to do so, which meant she was humoring this request for some reason.
Shooting Pepper a suspicious look, he was met with bright, questioning eyes, but there was something behind them, something he couldn't quite place. Giving her a weak smile, his suspicions were confirmed when Pepper, noting his likely pained expression, instantly glanced over at Tony's screen.
And then, after shooting Tony a look that was part exasperation, but mostly amusement, she reached over and grabbed his phone, stuffing it into her jacket pocket. But not before Tony was able to shoot off one more text.
Steve felt his phone buzz, and managed to ignore it for all of thirty seconds before his curiosity got the better of him. He pulled it out of his pocket and unlocked it and then just stared once more. For this time, it wasn't just Tony; no, it was of Tony and Pepper, with Pepper dressed in a matching red, white and blue bra and panties set, straddling Tony, the both of them smirking over at the camera.
Steve swallowed harshly, his Adam's apple bobbing as he locked his phone and then shoved it into his pocket. Sending his lovers a heated look, promising that they'd be paying for this morning's mischief, he was met with twin smiles of victory.
Well, they'd see if those smiles lasted when he was done with them. He'd had a few ideas knocking about in his head that he'd been wanting to try out for a while now. And he knew that Tony, for all that he hated being tied down typically, had a bit of a bondage kink when he trusted someone.
Maybe this would be the time to bring out those new toys he'd gotten the other day.
Steve was torn out of his musings when a loud conversation erupted around him. Looking up, confused as to what caused the commotion, he was met with a single smoldering eye staring them all down balefully.
"Do you fuckers ever read the briefings I send you?" Fury asked, obviously irritated by something one of the others had said. Something answered in the reports if he were to guess.
"There were briefings?" Tony asked impertinently just to fan the flames.
Pepper sighed and shot him an exasperated look. "Yes, Tony; I put them in the paperwork on your desk."
"You mean the Leaning Tower of Nothing Important?" Tony said, grinning when the muscle in Fury's jaw ticked at the idea of his reports being labeled as unimportant. "Bad call on that, Pep; you know I never actually read that shit."
Steve sighed. Even if he did agree in this instance, he wished Tony wouldn't bait the other man, because it just came back to bite Steve in the ass when he had to meet with Fury at a later date to go over 'the team's direction.'
"You read Selvig's papers..." Steve stated mildly, distracting Tony from his Fury-baiting and drawing those wicked eyes back to him.
"That was SCIENCE..." Tony emphasized, an infuriating smile on his lips. "All caps on that…Cap. Priorities."
"Of course," Steve snorted, shaking his head at the other man. "How silly of me to think otherwise."
The conversation devolved at that point, but Steve was no longer paying any attention to it, opting to use that time to search for something he'd saved to his phone. Pulling up a few pictures of the items he'd bought, plus his order form, he sent them off to Tony in quick succession and then closed his phone and put it away.
And then he just waited.
And sure enough, as soon as it buzzed, Pepper pulled the phone out of her pocket and opened it up and stared, her eyes wide and mouth pursed into a small 'O.' And then she flushed and handed it off to Tony.
Tony, for his part, looked at her questioningly, but then shrugged when she just shook her head and gestured to the phone with a little flustered smile.
Steve watched through hooded eyes as Tony, tapped in his password, the screen having gone dark during their exchange. And then he too stared. And then stared some more, his throat working nervously as he swallowed. He then quickly shut down and pocketed the phone, his eyes taking on a dazed glaze as they stared out at nothing in particular.
Then he turned to Steve, his eyes like whiskey fire as he stared at him and nodded ever so subtly. Steve smirked and licked his lips, enjoying the way Tony's gaze gravitated and fixed on his mouth. He sunk his teeth into the flesh, chewing on it, and fought back a chuckle as Tony's nose flared in response and he tugged at his tie. Tonight was going to be so much fun.
Turning away, Steve refocused on the meeting in time to see Fury lose his shit at Clint of all people, telling him that he didn't have time for this shit and then yell, "Get the fuck off my helicarrier. And don't come back until you've read this shit."
Which was fine by Steve, because honestly, this meeting had been a complete and utter waste of time from the very start. Although…
He glanced at a visibly flustered Pepper and an antsy Tony; perhaps it wasn't a total loss. He smirked and stood, moving swiftly towards the door, just in time to meet Tony as he too was sliding through it. He pressed up against his back, allowing him to feel the rock solid erection his pics had caused, and whispered, "See you tonight, sweetheart."
Tony shuddered and squirmed against him, his breath noticeably short as he ground against Steve's dick. Steve pressed his lips to the hollow behind Tony's ear, and licked, drawing a low sound from the other man just before he was pulled off by an insistent Pepper, who was shuffling him off to whatever meeting he couldn't miss.
Tony did shoot one last heated look over his shoulder even as he was being dragged off, and Steve allowed them their strategic retreat. This gave him plenty of time to put thing into motion for tonight. He returned Tony's look with a smile and turned the opposite direction. No time like the present to make sure everything was just right.