Chapter 31: Reprise Chapters: Little Red Corvette
Tony had to explain something to Steve before they got around too many people. He stopped and looked at him.
"If anyone recognizes me here they are going to call me by my fake name. Just a heads up." Tony wanted to avoid confusion. He gripped that hand and tugged Steve onward into the house.
"You have a fake name?" Steve thought that was odd. The soldier remained close to Tony as he followed.
"HAHA yeah. All thanks to my dad." Tony shrugged and he spotted their destination. Steve still followed after Tony and he gasped out when he had to physically STEP OVER another human being. People were just passed out on the floor.
Steve Rogers couldn't believe it. He wondered, what do these people DO ALL DAY? What did they do with their lives? The person he stepped over had obviously been at the house the whole day and Tony tugged on Steve's hand. He led him to the watering hole and grabbed him a drink.
It was so noisy. Steve looked around and he actually feared for his life. Tony thought going to a house like that was fun?
"Here ya go." He looked at the plastic cup that was filled to the brim with alcohol. Steve inspected it. He took it from Tony's hand and gave a gentle smile. Steve watched Tony reach back to grab himself a drink. Steve's immediate response was to grab his wrist. Tony just turned 18. NOT 21. Tony gasped and looked at Steve's hand on his wrist.
"You're not gunna let me drink? Come ONnnnnn Yankee. You heard my promise to my folks. I'm going to behave." Tony smiled at him and tried to get his way.
"Don't lie to me...You're not going to behave.." Steve could tell that Tony planned to break as many rules as he possibly could. He let go of his wrist once he saw a few people look at them. Tony just laughed and pulled the plastic cup to his lips. He took a sip and he smiled.
"I'll just have one drink. ONE BEER to be more technical. And I will behave, you'll see." Tony laughed again and he took a drink. He noticed how uneasy Steve looked. Steve was on guard duty and there he was letting him have a drink. Steve said nothing and he drank his own drink.
It was a very dark brew of alcohol and it tasted pretty good. Who did Steve try to fool? He hated alcohol. But, for some reason, he mellowed out once he accomplished the action of taking a drink. It was bizarre for him but it never failed.
It was the ritual he used to join others and engage. Be "normal". Steve's way to break bread. Ok, he obsessed over it enough. He looked at the scene that surrounded the two. He studied all the people. His first thought was about how vulnerable Tony was in the home. If Obadiah knew where he was he could easily send someone in to get Tony.
Steve needed to get the tracking device on his wrist. The soldier continued to scan the room and he almost spit up his drink when he saw two people by some speaker...
"Yo. Steve.." Tony tried to break the soldier's attention from wherever it went. Steve looked at him and noticed that Tony was already more than halfway done with his drink. Tony only had a little bit of it left.
"TONY SLOW DOWN." He tried to grab that cup. Tony dodged and he bit his lip. Steve felt very nervous and he tried his best not to show it. He failed. Steve's attention turned to the people again.
He made sure that he knew where all the exits were. Tony took advantage of his distraction. He had part of his stash packed away in his pocket. Tony felt around for one of the soft pills and he quickly put one of them in his mouth.
Tony took another drink and just walked around Captain Distracted. Steve whirled around and grabbed that wrist again.
"TONY. I'm not.."
"What? Comfortable here? Look around Steve. None of these people give a shit about me. None of them are watching me, hounding me, or trying to keep me safe. It's heaven.." GET WITH THE PROGRAM.
They stared at each other and Tony tried to swallow everything down his throat. He took his drug of choice and he knew the effects were on the way. Steve was right. He was NOT going to behave. Tony didn't care because it was his fuckin birthday and he didn't want to be anywhere else.
Or be with anyone else. Tony stepped up to Steve and he gripped that shirt. He looked into those blue eyes and chose his words carefully. Steve's eyes flew open after Tony forced contact between them. It was unexpected.
"You need to relax Yankee. Obadiah is a fucking coward. Besides, I'm safe with you around. Right?" God, he wanted to kiss him more than anything. Tony got a bit lost for a moment and he stared up at his Yankee. The people around them just moved about. Tony and Steve stood a step or two apart but at some point, they migrated closer.
Steve closed his eyes and he tried to relax. He let go of Tony's wrist..
The hand that was latched onto his shirt needed to go away. Tony's obvious affections for him needed to go away. The thought that nagged in the back of Steve's head also needed to go away.
Saaa Steve tried to hide his stress. He exhaled and just rest his forehead against Tony's. They were soooooo close. Tony's heart was about to burst. He held a grin and swayed a little bit. Hoooo he was on an emotional high.
He stepped back and Steve just looked him over. Steve wanted to be alone with Tony. Really alone. Steve thought about the way he felt, he tried to process.
He came to the conclusion that he liked Tony. Steve liked him the same way he liked someone before. Twice, he liked his friend Bucky and he liked Peggy Carter. So, he liked both. Guys and girls. Steve scared himself again with his thoughts. Just like he did when he ran out of the music lesson. His brain went to a place he didn't expect.
That was a total of three strong-willed brunettes. Steve came to the realization that he liked a certain type. He just took another drink and nodded in agreement. He answered long after the fact.
"I'll relax." Steve gave his word and Tony finished the first cup of beer. He washed that pill way into his system and he was very proud of it. The two remained close. There wasn't much room between them. So many people surrounded them so they were unable to stand further apart.
It felt nice. Not the people around Steve hated that, but the closeness felt nice. Steve had to fill the silence with the first question he could think of.
"So, do you even know any of these people? I mean, who owns this property?" Steve felt those were pretty important questions to ask. He was too hot in the house. Steve wanted to go outside. Tony just laughed and continued to sway a bit.
"I know two people. Finn owns the place and Rip hosts the parties. I buy my drugs from Rip." Tony decided not to sugar coat anything for Steve anymore. He figured the soldier stood directly in the center of his soul at that moment. All his dirty laundry was exposed and now Steve was in the home he always ran off to.
"How do you just BUY drugs? I always wondered how. Do you just walk up to someone and ask for drugs? Or." Steve took another drink and thought about his own question.
Back in the day, Bucky was an expert and always got alcohol. He always wondered how he did it since they were underage and he never had the ability to purchase any. Tony laughed hard and stepped a little and swayed closer to Steve.
"NO HAHAH WOWw you don't do that! You have to network. And, I dunno I just wandered in here with a lot of money. I'm one of the big spenders here now and.." Yeah? Tony didn't know how else to explain.
He saw some people vacate the couch and he jumped on that opportunity. Tony pulled Steve over and they sat down together. Steve cringed as he inspected the cushions beneath him. He could feel the germs that were smothered all over it.
Tony completely ignored the couch and he smiled at Steve. He felt free. He felt like they were actually ALONE! So he wanted to savor every moment. He bombarded him with the questions that he never had the chance to ask.
"SO were you born in a lab or do you have a mom and dad?" It was a stupid question that Tony already knew the answer to. He just liked to hear Steve's voice and he loved the smile that formed on Steve's face.
Steve tried not to laugh. Was he born in a lab? He was about half-way done with his drink as he answered.
"I had a mother and father. But they both passed away when I was younger."
HOLY CRAP. Tony felt like an idiot because of what he brought up. Steve didn't mind the subject but he stared into the plastic cup.
"Was your dad a crazy asshole like mine?"
"I don't remember much about my father. He died when I was very young. My mother died when I was a teenager."
Steve drank more of his drink and he glanced over at Tony. It was a pretty odd subject to discuss inside a home full of strangers but Steve didn't mind. Tony spaced out for a moment. His drug of choice started to kick in and his mind finally decided to process something about his parents.
"Mine are supposed to die. They die in about a year." Tony spoke quietly. He covered his mouth and Steve looked at his face. Tony had his parents around him all the time. He had seen them every moment since he met Thor and was shown his future.
He forgot about the fact that they ended up being murdered. By Steve's best friend. Tony was conflicted and he wasn't sure if that information was good for Steve to know.
"What do you mean?" Steve was confused and he didn't fully understand what was said. Tony cleared his throat and he sat up taller. He decided not to tell Steve about his friend. That was too much.
"My older self? The one I've told you about. He had to grow up without my mom and dad. They die in 1991. But, I'm changing things here and I'm not going to let that happen."
No fucking way. That was another battle that Tony decided to focus on later. Right at that moment his focus was on his Yankee. Steve just thought on the subject and stared at the floor.
"That's all just ZEUS talk. Just forget about it. Umm, what do you do when you are all alone in your room?" Tony was curious and he had to be facetious. Steve felt a blush form on his face. He did not expect a question like that.
"What do I do?"
"Yeah. When you are allll alone." hahah Tony's smile was wide. Steve smiled back and then he glanced around the room. For some reason, it felt good. When he spoke with Tony he felt normal. Steve had an innocent answer because he didn't catch onto Tony's devious nature.
"I draw. I listen to the songs you recommend. Or, I read. Your father has given me a lot of history books to read because I've missed a lot." Steve hoped that answer satisfied Tony's curiosity. Tony continued to question and he held a grin.
"What else do you do in there?" Tony couldn't contain it. His grin had reached its devious limit. He needed to dig deeper into Steve's innocent response. Steve drew in a breath and he stared at Tony.
"I.." He shrugged his shoulders and he looked away from Tony. Steve felt uneasy and he wasn't sure where to go. Outside was his first choice.
"How old are you?" Tony just realized that he had NO IDEA how old Steve was. Tony thought, 30? Steve was so mature and it was hard to tell how old he was. Tony was not going to do any math in his head.
Whoaa Tony closed his eyes. He felt a small wave, a euphoric pull within his head that made him lean a bit too close to Steve. Steve ignored it the closeness and he answered the AGE question.
"Well, technically I'm 26. But do you count my frozen years?" He finished the cup and he stood up. He stepped away to take it to the area he got it from. That's what you do at parties right? You clean up after yourself? Steve walked around and set the cup down.
"YOU ARE ONLY TWENTY-SIX?!" No fucking way. Tony's heart almost leaped out of his chest. He watched Steve take the cup to the table then he walked back over to the couch.
Tony was about to hyperventilate. Holy holy holy moly.
Steve sat back down and Tony bombarded the man again. He sat up closer to him and Steve just watched Tony's behavior.
"How old did you think I was?"
"UH thirty? I dunno I just figured you were a lot older. Not old like my DAD he's ancient. Just older." Tony apparently had a thing for older people. Hmm, he felt another wave from the pill. Steve noticed his movement and he started to study his behavior.
"Tony did you take something?" he asked with a grin on his face. Tony shook his head no about a hundred times.
"Uhm what do ya mean?" Tony needed another drink. His cup was empty and he was thirsty. He got up and ventured on his own to the land of alcohol. Steve took a look at the person next to him. Too close for comfort. Some stranger lurked on the couch beside him. Steve felt uncomfortable and he immediately followed after Tony.
He was not going to let him out of his sight.
When he got to Tony he heard a song that he actually recognized. It was from one of their boxing and music lessons. Steve was excited to actually know something from Tony's time. Tony tried to drink the beer quickly, but Steve was beside him and he Tony wiped his mouth. ACK he set his cup down and tried to look like a sweet innocent angel.
Steve didn't even notice Tony chug the beer. He was too excited.
"Tony I know this song. When I hear this song, I think of you." Steve confessed as he looked at all the various liquor bottles and discarded cups that were tossed about. The house was trashed. Tony tried to focus on the song in order to know what Steve meant. Wait, what? REPEAT THAT.
"You think of me?" Tony gulped. What friggen song was it? Tony listened. He heard some of the words but his focus drifted away from him.
A familiar voice boomed throughout the room. Tony recognized the voice instantly once he was able to focus.
"Prince? Ohhh yeah ahah I remember playing his CD."
Steve just nodded his head a few times and at that point, he regretted what he said. He wished that he hadn't brought it up. Those messages between them, the music said it all. He never told Tony that song for a reason.
Steve made a mistake. He felt so awkward about it Steve almost got himself another plastic cup of alcohol but he changed his mind.
"Little Red Corvette?" Tony smiled and listened to the song. His smile started to fade a bit the more the song went on.
"That's not exactly a compliment Steve." Was that a compliment?"
The song was about a person that was way too fast for someone. The singer, Prince was afraid that the "Little Red Corvette" was too much for him. The song said things like baby, you're much too fast, and you need to find a love that's gonna last.
Tony started to wonder if that was how Steve thought of him? OF COURSE IT WAS, the Yankee just admitted as much. Tony turned to Steve and questioned him.
"So what does that mean? You wanna try and tame a little red love machine?" He quoted and sang along with the song. He noticed his Yankee avoided the subject and he tried to get Steve to look in his direction. Steve didn't want to talk about it. He scanned the room for another place to go.
Tony didn't want Steve to ignore the subject. He grabbed that shirt again and pulled him over. The pill he took made Tony feel like a million bucks. His confidence was through the roof and all his inhibitions about Steve were long gone.
"SO? Aay Yankee what does that mean? Do you think I'm gunna hurt you or something? DO you think I'm like that?" Tony wanted to know and Steve continued to avoid eye contact. The answer was YES. Steve still had his doubts about Tony and he didn't trust him completely.
"Is that why you won't kiss me?" Tony tried to look Steve in the eyes. Steve was stubborn and he forced his face away. He didn't want to explain. The song explained it all and Tony stood too close to him.
"I want my kiss. If you feel nothing for me I promise I'll leave you alone." Yeah right. Tony was unstoppable in that state. Their foreheads touched like before and Steve tried to take in some oxygen. It became hard for him to breathe for some reason.
His mind was all over the place and it was a very strange feeling for Steve. The one and only priority he wanted in his head was to protect Tony and keep him safe.
Steve wasn't supposed to want other things. He constantly fought the impulse to kiss him.
He didn't want to relate music to Tony or think about him as often as he did. Steve's chest started to ache. He just rest against the other and tried to make his brain work like it used to work.
He thought if the locator was on Tony's wrist he might have felt better? Steve had no idea what was going on inside his head. He kept thinking that he liked both. He liked both and he wanted to be alone with Tony.
Steve took a step back and he glanced down at Tony's lips. Howard didn't have anyone from S.H.I.E.L.D. watching them because he put that much trust in him to keep his son safe. He knew that they were completely alone. It was part of the reason why he felt at odds about everything.
Howard trusted him. He couldn't do the same things that Tony's former guardian did. He stared at Tony and watched how many different ways his expression would change. A wave of rejection hit Tony straight to the chest and he breathed in deep.
STEVE SAID NOTHING. He did nothing but STARE and think. Tony just stood there and he fucking WAITED.
Come onnnnnnnn STEVE. He wanted to know what was inside that head. The song was over and Steve was glad. Now some strange techno beat was all they heard and Steve felt a little better. He looked up from Tony's lips and the two made eye contact.
Ahhhh Tony wanted to scream!
He wanted to scream at him and shake him. YELL WHAT THE FUCK!? but he just waited for some sort of reaction. The people around them only glanced for a moment. But in the end, they didn't really care who was doing what.
The two of them were on their own little planet...
"You're reeeaaally giving that kiss a lot of thought." Tony mocked him a bit. He turned away and went to get another cup.
"It's not going to happen," Steve responded as he stepped back further. Tony was quick to respond and he whipped back around.
"WHY NOT? You obviously want it." Tony tried to him give eye contact but his mind was already zoned in and out. The drug had kicked in.
"Because you are Howard's son. I can't betray his trust." Steve answered honestly and Tony met him back with a fiery glare.
OH HELL NO...
"SO WHAT IF I AM? It doesn't matter if I'm the son of ABRAHAM FRIGGEN LINCON! Or whoever. If you feel something for me you should take what you want. Do what you want STEVE. You're free." Tony challenged the taller man and he took another cup. He had every intention of getting DRUNK.
The Yankee wasn't going to be able to stop him. Tony was determined. Once he got his drink he started to move about with the music. Steve observed him and he wanted to stop his frantic movement.
Steve's body reacted. He pulled Tony back in toward him and he gently gripped both his arms. He wanted to shake him but he just held him in place.
"And you think you know what I want?" Steve was already pretty angered by the way Tony had behaved. Tony just assumed that he was going to act like the person that protected him before. He just ASSUMED that he was going to become "attracted" to him and all that nonsense.
All of it irritated Steve. Tony had a grin on his face and he just let Steve process. His mind was a whirlpool of mush. Tony looked down at the drink in his hand, then he stared at Steve's grip on his arms.
"Only you know what you want. You're gunna get a birthday lecture from me so GET READY." Tony got in his face. Steve pulled back for a moment but then he met that challenge head-on. Steve was irritated at that point and he wanted to fight with him.
"I refuse to live your way. I refuse to live my father's way. Obidiah could kill me tomorrow." Steve tightened the grip on those arms. Obidiah WOULD NOT get near Tony. Steve was protective and the reason for it was clear in his mind.
"Tomorrow isn't certain for me STEVE. It's not certain for you or anyone here. All I want to do is live. Imagine if we really spent every day of our lives paranoid as fuck." Tony started to get a bit emotional and his angry expression softened.
"Imagine us spending every day freaked out. Worried all the time, needing more security. More agents, more bullshit. If we lived like that then we'd never..we'd never enjoy ourselves. We'd never live and we would never be together. I can't do that. I just want to BE. You know? But, most of all I just want to be with you. That is all I want."
Tony ended his rant. A single tear fell down his face. Tony wiped it away with his shoulder and he looked down at Steve's grip on his arms. He held a frown and moved about. Hooooo he had to take a breath. He got himself worked up and his face felt hot.
Steve listened to every word. He took his time to process and he had a sudden rush of insanity.
It was unexpected, but Steve went with the feeling he had in his gut. He moved in and gave Tony a kiss for his birthday. Tony gasped and his back shot up straight.
His body tingled and he kissed him back immediately. Tony dropped that cup in his hand and it fell to the floor. It rolled away from the two and ended up underneath the table.
They remained locked together, they both stepped in unison away from whoever stood beside them. Steve inhaled and tried to calm his nerves. Tony tasted like alcohol, everything around them was noisy and loud. Steve couldn't concentrate. He wanted to be alone with him. Steve let go of his arms and gently gripped both sides of Tony's face.
His face was on fire. Steve broke away from his lips and he had a shaky exhale.
Tony was dazed. His expression was hard for Steve to interpret. He watched him blink a few times and then he looked up at him.
"Are you attracted to me?" Tony asked quietly as he pulled on his shirt. Steve suppressed a laugh.
"No." He lied. Steve lied and he kissed him again.
Tony was perplexed. The drug had done its work and he was almost gone. He felt Steve kiss him again. Tony's body warmed up and his hands started to wander. His lips matched the hot temperature of Steve's as their motions escalated...
The Yankee was full of shit. Tony gripped his blonde hair. Gahhhh he needed an actual answer so he forced their lips to part.
"Then why are you kissing me? SPIT IT OUT YANKEE!" Tony wanted to hear that he was loved. He had achieved the physical part so many times. Tony needed to feel..wanted. OR HE AT LEAST NEEDED TO HEAR THAT HE WAS WANTED.
"I.." Steve tried to think out loud but he silenced himself. He remembered what Tony said about Obidiah. Steve had become vulnerable and that was a very bad thing. If Obidiah knew that Steve was vulnerable. It was game over.
Steve reached into his pocket and he tugged Tony into another kiss. He had to do what Howard asked him to do. The third kiss threw Tony off completely. His heart raced and at that point, it was hard for him to breathe. The world began to return around him. Suddenly, Tony was back at the party. The room closed in on Tony. The people around them felt closer and everything was louder.
Then he felt something snap onto his wrist.
It clicked over his skin like a handcuff . Tony's eyes flew open and he broke away from Steve. He glared down at his hand. The fucking tracking device was locked onto his wrist. Tony gasped in a gulp of air and he looked up at him.
"YOU FUCKING JERK!" He shoved Steve as hard as he could but he barely moved an inch.
WOWw
Tony just turned away and pushed through all the stupid people. His heart felt so heavy and his face was too hot. THAT FUCKING JERK. Tony carved his way around everyone in his path.
His body was too hot and Tony sought out a cool place to hide.
Steve regretted the decision, but he needed the transmitter on that wrist. It had to be done regardless if it made Tony upset or not. Steve was officially vulnerable and Obidiah had the advantage. His mind swarmed with so much indecision. He wanted to kiss Tony. All he wanted to do was be alone with him.
Steve's idea of being alone was very different from Tony's. Steve wanted to..
He followed after Tony. He followed him all the way to the room he migrated into. It was one of the bathrooms in the house. Some strangers were also in the bathroom and Steve pointed at the door.
"GET OUT." he told them as they worked their way out of the room. Steve closed the door and tried to think. It was a bit quieter, but the loud music still vibrated the walls and shook up Steve's thought process.
Tony tried to wash away the heat that boiled over his face. Steve pissed him off and he tried to cool down. He also tried to get the tracking device over his hand. It was latched on tight. Tony struggled for a bit until he saw Steve behind him in the mirror.
"YOU GET OUT. I don't need you to babysit me." Tony snapped at Steve then he turned his attention back to his wrist. Shit. The drug he took really kicked in. He held his head in his hands and then walked back over to Steve. Gahh he hugged him close and tried to make him see.
"You're attracted to me. Just admit it."
"Tony, you have obviously taken something and you are intoxicated. I'm going to take you home." Steve chose indifference and he tried to walk Tony out of the room. Tony yanked his arm out of Steve's grasp.
"STOP all the bullshit! Ok? Don't get all MACHO PROTECTOR on me right now." Tony yelled at him. He wanted Steve to understand more than anything. Steve just closed his eyes and did his best to ignore his words.
"If you don't want me then GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE UNTIL YOU DO. Get away from me because I'm not going home."
"Tony, you would act like this with anyone. Even Mr. Business card if he was here instead of me. So, I don't understand why you are getting so upset."
MR. BUSINESS CARD? Tony's jaw just fell open. He wondered where that comment even came from? Tony had no idea what to say. He got two business cards from that Phil guy and Steve was pissed off about it?
Tony had no idea that Steve thought anything about it. Tony was about to pass out from all the shock.
"Steve I don't want anybody else but you. You clearly don't get that.."
Steve forced his eyes to close again and he tried to lock the words out of his head. It had become too much of a struggle for him.
"I'm not that interesting." Steve wanted to refuse Tony's words and not allow them to find a home in his head.
"YES, YOU ARE. What's with you? I am so confused." Tony hated every word that left Steve's mouth. He covered his eyes because all of it was too much. Tony felt like he was being kissed and then punished. He was intoxicated and he couldn't process SHIT.
He tried to think of something to say. Anything that would get through that thick head of his. Steve was obviously conflicted. Tony could see his struggle. He wanted him to know that he would never hurt him.
He didn't have to do a thing, Tony glanced up. He was pulled over and Steve's lips pressed against his again.
Tony welcomed the advance immediately and his body shook a bit. His drug of choice was MDMA, and the initial head rush from it had passed.
Now, all Tony could think about was sex. He wanted to have sex with Steve in a dingy, tacky decorated bathroom with its cheap colored lights. He had to have him right there at that moment and he wasn't going to let Steve refuse.
They parted briefly. Once the warmth from Tony's lips were gone, Steve panicked a bit. He had a moment to think so he started to hesitate.
Tony pulled Steve close. He licked at Steve's neck and he drew a bit of his skin in his mouth. He noticed that Steve went with every motion that Tony initiated.
The Yankee didn't put up a fight, so Tony took the chance and he unbuttoned Steve's jeans.
They heard a knock on the door but they ignored it. Steve glanced back at the door and he made sure it was locked.
ACK! Reality began to set in Tony's mind as he stood locked in another kiss with Steve.
Whoa whoa whoa whoaaa ! His head rush was back and Tony had to catch his breath. He pried at the jeans. He exposed the underwear beneath the zipper and Steve spun Tony around.
Steve tugged Tony's back up against his chest. He gasped a bit and turned his head to see Steve's expression. His mind was unable to focus. Tony's brain was mush and everything around him just swirled in place.
He felt Steve. The man was very aroused and Tony helped those jeans sink closer and closer to the floor. Tony's pants were next. Steve was the one that undid the button. Tony had his eyes closed and he helped the pants move down to the floor and out of the way.
He felt Steve's hand roam along his side and then over Tony's stomach. Steve pulled their bodies even closer together and he began to stroke Tony where he had always wanted to stroke him.
They were finally alone in the way that Steve wanted them to be alone. Steve thought it might have been the serum? Ever since the music lesson, all he wanted to do was have sex with Tony. Steve tried to hide his very warm face against Tony's.
"I've never done this. Just a few interactions Tony, but I've never done anything like this." Steve's voice was so close to his ear. Tony was just as aroused and he reached over for the sink so he wouldn't fall to the floor. Wait what?
Steve had never done what? Had sex with a guy or have sex at all? Tony could NOT comprehend and none of that mattered to him. Steve was all over him and Tony couldn't even open his eyes.
Fuck it felt so good. Steve was new to it? Tony didn't give a shit. He tried to breathe and he responded.
"I'll tell you what to do.." He muttered as he leaned closer to the sink.
At that precise moment, 20 something years or so in the future, his older self had a heartbeat that matched his exactly. The adult Tony was twisted up beneath the sheets with the other Steve.
He took in a deep breath and pushed Steve's chest up off his own.
"STEVE. HOLD ON..." He stopped the kiss to his neck. Steve looked down at Tony with a confused look on his face.
"What's wrong?" he asked as Tony moved out from underneath him. It was Tony's birthday. They had a small dinner for him at the tower, then Steve and Tony left to be alone. Everything appeared normal between them. Until things got heated between them and Tony felt the intense emotions from his younger self.
Tony sat up against the top of the bed and he hugged his arms to his chest. HE WAS FUCKING COLD.. He thought at first that he was cold, but after he hugged his arms for a minute Tony discovered that he just had chills.
Steve just sat up and he stared. He was very confused and a bit unsure how to proceed. He watched as Tony grabbed at the side of his face. He swayed a bit and then finally looked at Steve.
"Mini-me must be really doped up. I feel intoxicated. And even more, turned on. Maybe he's using ecstasy or some shit like that." Tony's body shuddered a little bit and Steve moved closer to him.
He noticed a layer of sweat start to form over Tony's arms and back.
"How the hell is that possible?" The two were still in disbelief when it came to the things they felt. Steve felt other emotions, but he was so engaged at the moment he was in to experience anything from his younger self.
Tony's emotions were different.
"HOW THE FUCK WOULD I KNOW? Ugh, I'm so sick of having to deal with this. If those people would just TALK to me and tell me when something is going on none of this would have happened."
Was that too hard to ask?! Tony was still bitter about the entire thing. Fury sent Steve on a stupid mission, the stupid mission was just one mistake after another, and now Tony was left with the consequences.
HE WAS SO ANGRY. But he knew there was nothing that could be done so he just tried to let the episode pass. Steve said nothing because he knew that whatever he said would just make Tony angrier.
Steve chose his battles wisely.
"Don't you feel it?" Tony asked as he rubbed at the sweat that was on his face. UGH, the arousal and intoxicated feeling started to become too much for him. He turned over and shoved Steve down on his side of the bed.
Tony stared down at his face. He was about to kiss him but Steve spoke.
"Tony I don't feel anything. I'm just worried about you and angry." Steve looked up at Tony. They didn't get to make eye contact because Tony started to kiss his neck. He touched Steve and roved his hands over his chest.
"Then, I don't think my younger self is with you right now.." Tony spoke out loud and Steve gave a playful gasp.
"Are you cheating on me?" Gahhh Tony held in his laughter and he kissed Steve roughly. Tony breathed in deep and he closed his eyes. He tried to process the emotions of his younger self.
"Noo it has to be you. Something must have happened because it feels too good to be some random person."
Tony touched Steve's body again. He chose to ignore whatever was going on with his younger self because he wanted to go back to their activities. He shifted Steve more on his back and he straddled his thighs.
Steve's heart rate increased immediately. The moment it matched the pace of the other Steve he gripped Tony's arms for a moment.
"Tony he's. It is me."
"Oh, hell yeah.." Tony had a gigantic grin. He leaned over and shoved their mouths together.
Steve gripped Tony's hair and smiled against his lips. He didn't want to mention it but he started to feel really emotional. He was turned on as well but what stood out for the older Steve was the mixture of different emotions he knew his younger self went through.
Steve felt everything the other Steve felt and he remembered when he first woke up. He was hurt, sad, angry, confused, ALONE, depressed, frustrated, and worst of all he felt like he couldn't open up to anyone.
He knew why. But he finally let go of the thought. Steve tried to ignore the emotions of his other self as both couples started having sex.
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