So yes, I don't have constant internet. And these have been written for a while. Don't worry, It'll get finished. Believe in me, unlike my friend.
Also, to the Tony who reviewed, it's not drunk science if all I did way supply the drink. - cascadingStar
Chapter Three: Games
Tony sat there, gaping at the t.v. There was no way! Six different times, six different games, Bruce managed to kick his ass. He turned his head to the shorter male, who was still reading over the results, his score surpassing Tony's greatly. The playboy frowned as the other one smiled slightly.
"How did you get so good?" he asked, his voice almost dripping with poison. He placed the controller down next to him before scooting closer, leaning on him. He could feel Bruce's body stiffen at the contact.
"You mentioned video games so I asked around on how to properly play. Peter showed me." he said, swallowing the lump forming in the throat before attempting to move away, cursing at himself as he met the arm of the couch. "Look, Tony, just because you expected to win and didn't doesn't mean you can get on me like this. I have to ask kindly for you to back off" he said, focusing on the t.v.
Tony reached over and grabbed the other's chin, forcing him to look at him. Bruce swallowed slightly but kept his composure, simply counting the seconds until Tony simply let go. "I'm not upset about the games, promise" he said before having their lips meet. Tony felt the other relax and kiss back, allowing Tony's tongue to inter his mouth.
Really, Tony wasn't upset about losing six times to a man who hasn't touched video games in years, simply 'cause he knew he'd always win this game.