Okay, so a bunch of you told me to continue. So I did.

Warning: Moar masturbating.

Biting into his lip as he desperately tries to keep quiet, Steve remembers and imagines.

For a long time, Steve does nothing but remember. He remembers the war, his comrades, Peggy, Bucky, and the only thing that really stops him from doing nothing but that is the other Avengers. But now his impressive memory aids him in remembering a very recent event, he imagines pictures to go along with the sounds replaying in his head.

For a long time, he was sure that Tony Stark was untouchable. He's proud, and futuristic, and a Stark, and and out of his league because deep down, he's still just a kid from Brooklyn. Remembering with some added visuals, though? Tony sounds like he won't mind.

So he remembers Tony's gasps and moans, imagines himself grinding their erections together as their tongues battle for dominance. He remembers the way Tony lets out a submissive groan, and he imagines himself attacking the older man's neck, marking him. Imagines himself biting hard enough to nearly break the skin, possessive hands pulling him close. Imagines himself pumping the other man's arousal, imagines watching Tony buck up into his hand and call his name.

A gasp, almost a moan, escapes him.

He knows that his fantasy will never come true, even as he speeds up a bit. Tony is Tony, and even if he wants him, Tony isn't going to go for the Capsicle. Tony is never going to let Steve hold him and pull him close and run his fingers through the brunette's hair. But in his imagination, he has Tony in his bed, fingers preparing him, lips being pressed messily together, and Tony begs him to fuck him pleads with him for it, and God, he wants to. And in reality, he actually growls.

And oh, Jesus in his fantasy, Tony is pulling himself up onto his hand an knees, and Steve can't tell if he's imagining the sound the other man makes when he finally slides in, or if Tony is at it again, because it feels like it's coming from everywhere. A muffled groan fills the air.

"Tony!" Guilt isn't quite the right word for what Steve is feeling right now. It's more like the most lustful shame he's ever felt. But that's the furthest thing from his mind, because he's close, now. His one free hand is tangling itself in his hair, the pillows, the sheets, the mattress itself, anything to ground him as Tony's name falls from his lips.

God, it's been too long since he's done this. He tries not to remember that the last one to do this for him was Bucky.

But the simple hint of the name bring old images to the surface, and he feels a bit guilty that Tony's in Bucky's place, but the image of himself pinning Tony to the bed and fucking him into the mattress is nothing short of divine and God, yes, and with a shuddering sigh, he releases over his hand.

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Starks and Stripes. I ship it like FedEx

So I tried to finish this in time for Independence Day, since I read some where that it's Cap's birthday. Even if it isn't he's still ridiculously patriotic. But I got it done I few minutes before 12, and my computer is super slow, so I'm just gonna post it when I can. I'm sorry to have failed you.