This is where the M rating really applies.
As Tony pulls away from SHIELD HQ he curses his own stupidity.
What the hell was he thinking?!
Was he actually stupid enough to believe that finding out that Steve also liked him would magically fix everything? That they would just kiss and everything would be sunshine and roses?
He slams his hand against the steering wheel releasing a frustrated grunt, wishing he had a drink, or ten, whatever will be enough to cleanse his brain of all thoughts of Steve. Even in his mind he spits that name out as though it were made of poison.
So he gets drunk, until he can't think or feel, and if his bed mates for the next week happened to all be blonde, well, that's just a coincidence.
None of them are him, none of them are as sweet, and none smell like apples or cinnamon. But, none of them drug him and steal his money, so hey, you win some you lose some.
It's been almost a month since he came back from his visit with Steve, when Tony comes home to an eerily silent house. Living alone means that it's usually quiet, but JARVIS is always on, which is why he at least expects a curt 'Welcome home, Sir', when he enters, but today, there's nothing.
Tony peers around corners as he searches for his phone, finding it, he begins to dial the police just as he enters the living room, but stops when he sees Steve standing at the large wall of windows that overlooks a cliff and the city below.
"Quite the view you've got here," the blonde says turning around to face him.
How cliché! Really? Talking to someone just as they enter the room without looking back? What is this, a fucking Bond movie?
Tony rolls his eyes and makes his way behind the wet bar in the corner of the room, he'll need a drink for this conversation.
"You should enjoy it now, they don't have a lot of those in prison," he says pouring himself a large glass of whiskey, taking a gulp as he walks back around the bar.
Steve doesn't say anything, just continues to stand with his hand in his pocket looking tense and nervous.
"Which is where you'll end up when I call the police," Tony clarifies, since Steve doesn't seem to get it. "You gave me two amazing orgasms, and I let you off the hook twice, but now I owe you nothing."
Tony doesn't know who he's trying to convince that what happened between them meant nothing, but either way, it doesn't seem to be working. Just seeing Steve makes his throat feel closed off and dry, and sends unwanted sparks throughout his entire body.
Steve sets his face into a mask of determination and stalks over to stand three feet in front of Tony. Three feet seem too close, and Tony wants to run but Steve locks him in place with his eyes, just as he did when they first met.
"I'm sorry," Steve says, sounding earnest and pleading. Tony wants to laugh at how utterly and completely insufficient that apology is, except none of this is really funny.
"You're sorry? For which part exactly? The lying? The kidnapping? No, no wait are you apologizing for drugging me and manipulating me into giving you a million dollars? You're gonna have to clarify for me, Steve because I don't know which one to choose!" Tony says, his voice unknowingly rising to a scream.
He hates being lied to and taken advantage of, hates knowing that he's nothing but a pawn in someone else's game. Tony played that role with his father and then Stane for most of his life, he is not going to do it again for Steve.
"I quit S.H.I.E.L.D," Steve says out of the blue, "I-I did the 'Robin Hood' thing because I was bored and unhappy, and I wanted to help. I didn't care who, or how I did it, but then I realized that I can help other ways, so I quit. And I need you to know that I've never lied to you, not once since we've met."
Tony just blinks, he has no idea of what he supposed to do with this information. As for the lying? He doesn't believe that at all. "How nice, now get the fuck out of my house," he says walking away.
Steve stops him with a hand on his forearm, Tony turns around to glare at him and Steve thankfully releases his arm, but unfortunately, continues to talk.
"I wanted to thank you. When you started talking to me at that party I could have just given you my number and let you go home but I got in my own way. I went through with it even though I liked you because I was scared that if I wasn't with S.H.I.E.L.D I'd go back to being small and useless."
Tony doesn't know what to think, he can hear the honesty is Steve's voice, the same sincerity he's heard since they met, but he still not ready to just forgive and forget. "That's nice, glad I could help. You can leave now."
Steve's eyes widen with sadness, and Tony wants to revel in it, he wants to feel that vindictive urge to laugh in Steve's face and kick him out of his house, but he can't.
He doesn't do this emotional crap, but even he can recognized that he's no longer angry at Steve, he's just… hurt.
That is until Steve looks him in the eyes and says, "You kept the painting."
Those words do make him angry, he wants to punch Steve in stupid puppy face, "You looked through my stuff," Tony spits venomously.
"I did," Steve says unapologetically, taking a step toward him. "You kept the note and my clothes too. I wanted to see if you really cared as much as I did," Steve pauses, only inches away from Tony. Tony silently curses himself for letting his eyes momentarily flash down to Steve's lips, which are still absolutely perfect.
"I don't care," Tony whispers, trying and failing to make his voice sound steady.
"You already told me you cared at S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm really am sorry about what I did, but I wasn't lying when I said I liked you Tony. I want this more than I've wanted anything in a long time, and I know you do too," Steve answers, his voice softening as he takes one final step holding his lips an inch away from Tony's. "I'm going to kiss you now."
Tony would laugh at Steve's cheesy reference to their first kiss, but his mouth is currently occupied.
For a while Tony doesn't move in, but he doesn't pull away either, he just lets Steve take him until it's too much, because it feels just as good as he remembers and Steve still smells like a warm bakery. Giving in to his want, Tony throws his arms around Steve's neck, pulling him flush against his body.
The kiss turns hard and sloppy when Steve pushes in with tongue, and Tony lets the rest of his anger bleed into the kiss, biting down hard on Steve's lower lip. Steve takes it in stride, pushing Tony up against the bar with a moan, dominating the kiss until Tony decides to make things more interesting, and turns them around so that he's in control.
"If we're going to do this, then I get to take the reins this time," Tony says breathlessly. "It's only fair, since y'know, the last time you had me drugged out of my mind," Tony explains with a smirk, pressing the length of his body onto Steve's.
Steve lets out a surprised laugh. "You're still going on about that? That happened like a million years ago," Steve jokes, resting his hands on Tony's hips to bring him in closer.
"Oh, I plan on holding that over you for the rest of our lives," Tony says, and pauses when he realizes the casualness with which he just committed their life together, but brushes it off hurriedly by clearing his throat and continuing on with his plan. "So, I'm the captain, got it solider?" he says, more than asks.
Thankfully Steve ignores his odd faux-marriage proposal and just straightens giving a mock salute, "Sir, yes, Sir," he grins.
"Good, go up to my room and strip," Tony says, deepening his voice, stepping away to give Steve room to move. Steve blushes scarlet, but Tony can't ignore how his blue eyes almost completely darken at the sound of the commanding tone.
Tony follows behind Steve all through the house, and into the bedroom where he turns around to close the door before leaning against it to face the blonde.
"Well, hop to it solider, but go slow, and start with your shirt," Tony says, eyeing him the same way he ogled the pie.
Steve does as he's instructed, taking off his tight white shirt off first, slowly lifting his arms up and pulling it off, all the while, never breaking eye contact with Tony. His shoes and socks, he divests himself of quickly, before finally taking off his jeans and boxers.
Tony's eyes widen and seemed to only get wider from the first sight of Steve's strong chest, to his fully naked form.
When Steve straightens up from pulling off the final item of clothing, Tony can see him fighting the urge to squirm under the intensity of his gaze, but that doesn't stop Tony from drinking in the sight of Steve's bared body.
His eyes travel over Steve's god-like physique, focusing on his erect flushed cock, running over its base, nestled in a bed of wiry blonde hair, to the tip, which is red and leaking.
It's just as perfect as Tony thought it would be, and all of the fantasies he's had of tasting it and having it stretch him open, rush to the front of his mind, eliciting a shudder that shakes him to the core. He had planned on making this slow, teasing Steve until he begged, but after taking in the sight in front of him, all Tony could think was that plans change.
With three wide steps, Tony is standing inches away from Steve, holding the blonde's cock in a tight grasp. Steve makes a surprised sound that mixes with a moan of pleasure, and Tony doesn't even try to hide his cocky grin.
He continues to stroke Steve slowly while nipping at his jaw, determined to show Steve how good this can be, and prove that he's not someone who comes in their pants after five minutes of heavy petting like he did their first time.
Because that was definitely the fault of whatever drugs Steve gave him.
"Tony," Steve moans after a few skillful strokes, and Tony knows Steve is close. He can feel Steve's racing pulse against his own skin, and feel his labored breaths blowing against his ear.
Not wanting this to end so quickly, he releases Steve's cock, ignoring the whine of protest from the taller man, and pushes Steve onto the bed behind him before getting to work on stripping out of his restrictive suit.
"Nuh-uh sweetheart," he says, when Steve tries to reach for him. "I need you inside me, so lay back and let me ride you," Tony instructs, stepping out of his boxers to get a bottle of lube and a condom from his bedside table.
Steve groans at the sound of Tony's lust driven voice, but follows Tony's instructions, and rest back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows to track Tony's every move.
He returns to the bed with the items and straddles Steve's prone form.
"God, you're beautiful," Steve whispers reverentially, running his hands over Tony's naked body before pulling the brunette down for a kiss.
Tony allows himself to relax and melt into Steve's lips, trying hard to remind himself that grand declarations are not to be made during sex.
The kiss is lazy and oddly chaste, considering that their current position, but that changes when Steve bucks, sliding the length of his cock over Tony's sensitive hole.
Tony lets out a surprised gasp. "Hm, fuck! Get in me now," he demands, reaching over for the lube, planning on opening himself up quickly.
Steve interrupts his plans once again by taking the lube from his hands. "I wanna do this," he murmurs pressing a large slick finger into Tony's tight entrance.
Caught off guard, Tony doubles forward, placing his hands on either side of Steve's head for support, breathing heavily.
OK, Tony thinks, so maybe it wasn't the drugs that made him cum in his pants.
Steve eases in another finger alongside the other, fucking them in and out with long slow slides as Tony's breathy gasps of pleasure reveal him being pushed closer and closer to the edge..
Yep, definitely not the drugs. They have to hurry this along now.
"Steve, babe, I'm good, just - fuck - get in me, please!" He was planning on making Steve beg, but Tony can't find it in him to mourn his failed plans, or for that matter, frown at the irony.
"Just take one more for me," Steve negotiates, scissoring the two digits apart, finally finding Tony's prostate, only to rub over it lightly once.
Tony releases a frustrated groan, letting his head fall bonelessly between his shoulders while presses back on Steve's fingers, trying anything to get more of that feeling.
Steve, being the saint that he is, shows some mercy and follows in quickly with a third finger, working all three around before sliding them out to retrieve the condom.
Tony barely has time to whine at the loss before he feels the blunt head to Steve's sheathed cock pressing at his entrance.
Without giving the much too careful blonde a chance to slide in slowly, Tony presses back, greedily taking Steve in fully. With a long moan, he lets his head hang again and takes quick shallow breaths as he tries to adjust to the feeling. Steve is long and thick, much more so than his fingers had been.
"Hey," Steve says, cradling Tony's head in his hands, "look at me."
Tony opens his eyes, which he didn't realize were closed, and takes in the sight below him. Steve is flushed, wildly rumpled hair falling against the red silk pillow, and Tony is locked in place once again when his eyes meet the lust filled blue ones.
His heart flutters as the blonde smiles lazily up at him, and goes willingly when he's pulled down for another kiss.
Tony moans loudly into Steve's mouth when he feels large hands take a firm hold of his hips and begin to slide him up and down the length of Steve's cock.
"Fuck, Steve, so good," he groans, kissing his way down the blonde's jaw line to his neck.
But Tony wants more, so he places his shaky hands on Steve's shoulders for leverage, and fucks himself needily onto Steve's cock.
"Christ, Tony! Tony, you're amazing," Steve says increasing the grip on Tony's hips to pull the brunette down with more force, bucking up roughly to once again find Tony's prostate.
Tony is suddenly very aware of his neglected cock, leaking and throbbing for attention between their warm bodies. Steve, apparently picking up on Tony's growing desperation (or his own), releases a hand on Tony's hip in favor of roughly jerking at the brunette's bobbing dick.
And it's just on the right side of too much.
"Oh god," Tony moans, making a mental note to look into getting Steve canonized, that is, after he's rested for a few days.
"Come on Tony, let go, I wanna watch you," Steve whispers hotly, meeting his eyes.
And Tony obeys, letting the pooling heat consume him.
But he continues to hold himself on unstable arms, waiting until the blonde's rhythm becomes erratic and he feels Steve go still below him, before giving into exhaustion, collapsing to rest limply against the broad sticky chest under him.
Tony is unable to find the energy to move, so he settles for catching his breath and kissing any part of Steve within immediate reach.
Steve kisses the top of Tony's head after his breathing evens out, "You're gonna have to move before we get stuck together permanently," he says conversationally, lightly running his fingertips over the length of Tony's sweaty spine.
Tony nuzzles Steve damp neck, and kisses the skin there, enjoying the taste of sweat and Steve.
"I can live with that," Tony mumbles honestly.
Apparently Steve, and not the drugs, is also the cause of his recent sappy streak.
"Me too," Steve sighs, wrapping his arms around the smaller man and pressing a kiss to his temple.
At least he isn't the only sappy one.
"But," Steve says after a moment of peaceful silence, "if you stay like this you'll too sore for round two in the morning. And we don't want that, do we now?" he asks, prying the smaller man off of him to throw away the condom and grab a shirt from the ground to wipe them off.
Tony groans in response and turns to bury his head in a pillow, ignoring Steve's amused snicker.
"Just don't steal my kidney and run away," Tony mumbles jokingly, well, mostly jokingly, he really does hope that Steve wouldn't run this time.
Steve pulls him in, pressing Tony's chest to his, and wrapping his big arms around the brunette's waist. "Why would I take your kidney when I already have your heart?" Steve asks sounding completely serious despite the ridiculous corniness of his words.
"Ugh," Tony says, allowing a goofy smile to take over his face, hiding it in Steve's shoulder. It's fine, he can't see it.
"I can feel you smiling."
Darn it!
"I hate you," Tony grumbles, but softens his words by snuggling into Steve's warm chest.
Steve chuckles and presses a smile into Tony's hair.
"Good night Tony."
I've been inspired, there will definitely be at least one more chapter.