I would apologize for how long it took me to upload this, but I think you're already accustomed to it by now.
They sit against the headboard in compatible silence while Tony eats and Steve, well, Tony doesn't actually know exactly what it is that Steve's doing. He seems to be reading the newspaper -an actual physical copy, produced from god knows where-, but every time Tony looks over to his right Steve is either looking at him with a smile, or in the process of tearing his eyes away from the print to give him that same goofy grin.
"OK, what's with the look?" Tony finally asks after yet again looking over to see Steve's eyes on him.
The blond just continues to smile, shaking his head before returning his attention to his newspaper.
Tony pouts -in a very adult fashion- in frustration, then pokes Steve on the shoulder to get his attention. "Teeeeell me," he whines, giving up any pretence of maturity.
When Steve pays him no mind, -only the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth showing that he even recognizes Tony's actions- the brunet glares at him, then leans back with a huff. "You suck," he mumbles, just loud enough to be heard clearly.
Steve chuckles, then finally turns to nip softly at Tony's jaw line before giving the same spot a kiss. "Not yet," he whispers against the other man's ear, voice pitched low and full of promise, "but if you finish your breakfast soon I might."
A slow smile spread over the engineers face as he catches the meaning of Steve's words. He wolfs down the rest of his food in minutes then pulls the blond down for a rough kiss.
"I was the one that promised to suck your off," Tony notes as he he pulls back the cover to reveal his nakedness. Oh that's right, he never did get to putting on clothes. Life's little miracles.
"We can get to that later," Steve says, slotting himself between the geniuses spread legs. Steve first strips off his own shirt -the same one from last night, Tony notes- then licks his lips and wastes no time taking Tony into his mouth.
Objectively, -or as objective as one can be about these things- Steve does a great job. Although Tony can tell that this isn't a regular occurrence for him, the ex-spy listens to Tony's every sound and adjusts his technique accordingly. He ends up applying just the right amount of suction, bobbing his head while stroking the parts he can't take with a big calloused hand, the other one fondling Tony's balls.
"Steve," Tony whisper. He forces his eyes open to look down just as Steve pulls back to suck on the head of the his cock; looking up from underneath his eyelashes. Tony almost loses it.
Steve deceptively innocent blue eyes and soft pink lips act as an obscene contrast to the cock in his mouth and the pre cum and silva mix dripping down to his chin. It's absolutely gorgeous and Tony allows himself one more long look before he tips his head back to just enjoy the feeling.
"Close," he warns using the scarce amount of air left in his lungs.
The blond pulls off completely, jerking Tony closer and closer to the edge with fast, harsh strokes.
When Tony comes it's to the feeling of Steve's warm body hovering inches above his and wet lips on his neck.
"Worth the wait?" Steve asks with a smirk.
Tony wraps his arms around the larger man's chest, ignoring the drying cum between them, and pulls him down. Steve is definitely not light, but Tony finds the solid weight resting on him comforting.
"You really play up the Boy Scout thing huh," he says running his hands up and down the length of Steve's back just to feel the muscles flex involuntarily in responce to his touch.
Huffing a laugh, Steve presses more open mouthed kisses to Tony's neck before rolling over to lie on his back. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he responds primly.
Tony hums. "Sure you don't," he drawls, getting up to set himself between the blond's spread things. "My turn," he declares with a smirk. That's all the warning he gives Steve before he removes his belt and pulls down his pants and boxers in only a few swift motions.
He thinks he does a pretty good job. Despite the fact that he is a bit rusty, it only takes him a few minutes to get Steve off, so he counts it as a win.
They are only able to bask in the after glow for a few moments before JARVIS informs them that the cleaning servis is here.
After they recieve the message, Tony drags Steve off to the shower, ignoring the blond's protests.
"You have a maid?" Steve questions, closing the door behind him as they enter the bathroom.
Unable to safely discern the meaning of Steve's tone, he settles for shrugging and kissing him instead of giving an answer.
"Why?" the blond asks as Tony pulls away to fiddle with the water controls.
"Why what?" He replies, looking over his shoulder.
"Why do you have a maid? It seems like a waste of money," Steve says, leaning his hip against the counter, inspecting some of the several bottles and jars that litter the surface.
Tony furrows his brows and turns around fully with a playful smile. "Oh, that's what it's about? Don't worry Robin Hood, the money isn't wasted. They keep my house clean enough so I don't get e-coli poisoning, that way I can live and make enough money to give to charity, everyone wins."
Steve doesn't look a hundred percent sold on the idea but nods anyway.
"Which reminds me," Tony says, slinking over to stand in front of the blond, "you didn't really explain the whole superhero thing."
Steve shrugs casually but looks away sheepishly. "I grew up poor with a single mom, so I guess I didn't want anyone else to go through what I did, y'know?"
Tony really doesn't know actually. His life, for the most part, has been hard, but in very different ways than Steve's. He's always had a christmas three overflowing with presents but never any parent there to open them with.
He tells Steve as much, and the blond seems genuinely sympathetic.
Tony groans when Steve pulls him in for a hug, slotting the smaller man between his spread legs to bring his as close as possible and tell him he's sorry. "There's nothing to be sorry about, Steve. You're the one that actually suffered while I blew money away like it was nothing."
Steve rolls his eyes, not releasing Tony from his hold. "That was you before. I did some research on you too. You give millions to charity every year, and that's not even counting your own charity. You should give yourself some more credit, you deserve it," he compliments, putting enough room between them to look into Tony's eyes.
Tony can help but smile back and meet Steve's eyes. He hates to describe it as 'gazing meaningfully into each other's eyes' as if they're following some cheesy script, but, right now, that is the perfect description of what they're doing. He decides that, since they seem to be reenacting every rom-com trope, he might as well pull Steve in for one of those heated kisses that comes just before the scene fades to black.
The blond returns it enthusiastically, and most likely with no amount of mocking irony. A thought that actually excites him. Maybe what he needs is a bit less cynicism.
So he makes it a goal; no more hiding behind biting sarcasm. From now on he is going to attempt to open himself up to new experiences, like loving Steve, and ignore the part of his brain that is now pointing out just how cheesy of a goal that is.
Unfortunately, when he opens his mouth the first thing that comes out is, "Well it's a good thing you found me huh? Now you can be a kept man; a real rags to riches story." OK, now he's starting on that goal.
The blond rolls his eyes. "If I was just on it for your money I would have just stole it," he jokes, pushing himself off of the counter to stand.
Tony chuckles and steps back to give Steve room to stand. "If that wasn't funny I might have said it was too soon," he says with a grin, turning back to finish adjusting the shower, "but lucky for you that was pretty funny."
"Glad I could entertain," Steve replies, smile clear in his voice.
They fall into comfortable silence once again, and it continues as the step into the shower that rains down all round them. There are a few lines exchanged, but they remain quiet for the most part. Tony marvels at how easy this all is. When Steve looks down at him -soap bubbles running down his face from the soapy mass in his hair- and smiles, he returns it and begins to believe that he really could see himself doing thing for a long time.
By the time they finish, the maid is gone and the room is impeccably clean. Steve clothes from last night are gone so Tony offers him a pair of loose boxers and the sweats that technically still belong to Steve in the first place.
"I expect the back," he says waging a finger at the blonde who smiles and nods in responce.
Tony unabashedly watches him get dressed before making his way into his large closet to slip on a pair sweatpants and an old t-shirt of his own.
When he comes out of the closet -no pun intended- Steve is waiting for him on his bed, looking through his own phone -a way-too-old model StarkPhone- but looks up as Tony comes closer, a slow smile spreading over his face as though it's the most natural reaction in the world.
Tony's step falters for a moment; hit by the openess of Steve's exprerssion, but recovers quickly enough that his hesitation isn't noticed and walks acroos the room to stand in front of his seated partner.
Steve's legs part instandly, and Tony takes his fimilar place between them, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck. "So, what now?"
Large hand slide up his thighs to rest on his hips. "I should probably go home-"
"Boo," he inturrupts with a pout.
Steve ignores him and carries on. "-since I haven't been there since yesterday afternoon. I promise I'll call, plus we have that birthday part to go to."
"Fine," Tony concedes, moving away to flop down onto his back on the bed beside Steve.
"I don't want to go either, but I have some stuff I have to do. Like getting a tux."
"Oh I can-"
"No, Tony," Steve says shaking his head, "I apprecate you willingness to help, but I'd prefer if you din't pay for everything, I can buy my own tux."
Tony heaves a loud sigh. "Fine," he repeats. "You leave me heare alone, you don't let me buy you nice things, where's the love?"
Steve chuckes. "It's right here," he says, leaning down to give the brunet a kiss on the lips.
Did Steve just say he love him? Tony thinks when they part.
"Am I forgiven?" the ex spy asks, apparently ignorant to what he just confessed.
Tony smiles back genuinely. "My forgiveness costs a lot more than one kiss."
Steve takes it in stride, leaning down again to place another kiss on the other man's lips. Then another, and a few more when Tony again says that those aren't sufficient payment.
They make out like teenagers for a long while until Steve pulls back and checks his watch. "I really should go now," he mutters regretfully.
"Or," Tony says, pulling him down again, "counter offer; you stay, and we keep making out. And maybe more," he adds, wiggling his brow promisingly.
Steve give in to one more kiss before standing abruptly, ignoring the whine from the other man.
"At least let me call happy for you," Tony pleas, sitting up.
"Is that sentence supposed to mean something to me?" Steve asks, raising one eyebrow.
The brunet sighs. "He's my driver, let him drive you home," he explain, already tapping at the screen of his phone.
"Hey, Happy you free?"
"You need me to bail you out of jail again?" Happy asks lightly, as if it would be completely normal if that was in fact the reason for the call.
It would be, but Tony still resents the implication, no matter how true.
"No you idiot, I need you take home a friend of mine."
"Oh, Why didn't Pepper call me herself?"
"It's not Pepper."
"Rodhey?"
"Not Rodhey."
"Me?" he asks sounding truly mystified.
"Why the hell would I call you to pick yourself up? Just get over here." Tony finishes, hitting the 'end call' button with more force than is necessary. He totally has other friends.
He looks over to Steve who smiles and shakes his head -Tony is choosing to interpret it as fond- then wraps his arms around Tony's waist. "You're insane. You know that right?" he comments, smiling into the mop of messy brown hair.
"Geniuses takes that as a compliment."
"Whatever you say. You're just lucky my bike is in the shop, or your friend would have come all the way over here for no reason."
Tony huffs through his nose, enjoying the way the taller man's body shutter when the cool air blows against his neck. "He's not my friend, he's an employee. And he's not even going to be that by the end of the day."
"You let all your employees talk to you like that?" He doesn't make it sound like a bad thing.
Tony leans back, freeing himself from the loose hug, and lifts his chin proudly. "Of course not. I dominate like the rulers of Astapor," he says with faux seriousness.
Steve's face goes blank, and Tony knows he doesn't get the reference. "Jesus man, it's from Game of Thrones." Still nothing. "Do you even own a TV?" he asks, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"'Course I do, but I use it to watch the new," Steve answers.
"That's not normal, you're not normal."
"Being differnt is good."
"Not all the time," Tony says, shaking his head. "You're like a ninety year old man."
"I'm more that ten years younger than you," Steve points out.
Tony huffs. "That's only in numbers, I'm way younger in every other area."
"Including maturity," Steve mumbles, earning a light smack on the chest. He flinches away dramatically, laughing as Tony pouts.
"Including maturity," Tony mimics mockingly.
Steve only laughs louder. "Way to prove me wrong."
Before he could answer, Tony's phone vibrates. He touches the screen and read the message.
Happy: outside boss
"Oh look at that," says, turning the phone for Steve's blue eyes to run over the screen, then pockets it, "now you can get out." He tries to sound annoyed but his body betrays him, stepping forward to take hold of Steves hips.
Steve's face softens, lips kicking up slightly on both sides. "I see you soon," he promises, brushing his lips against the smaller man's.
Tony gets up on his toes to deepen the kiss.
Steve detaches himself first. "I should go, it's rude to keep people waiting," he says taking a few more steps back.
Tony grudgingly nods then watches butt as he leaves.
He waits for the the panic that usually sets in at the thought of a committed relationship, but nothing comes. All he does is starting missing Steve.