Bruce looked at his watch. 5 pm. Just enough time to finish the schematics on Cap's new gamma proof armor, take a shower and fret.
Bruce sighed. What now? Surely he couldn't let himself have personal time with Tony beyond the lab. The crush would slip out. He would surely say something and Tony would be mortified. Or he would say he wasn't his type. Either way would be totally awkward.
The time passed quickly, and Bruce felt good about the science, bad about the date...not a date. Friends hanging out. Just that.
A shower, he thought...that will help me get my mind off things.
When he got in the shower, he began soaping up his chest. The warm water smoothed the hair down as he rinsed, and he began to soap his lower half. His hands wandered down to stroke himself back and forth under the stream of water. He moaned a little at the touch, thinking of Tony's hands around him as his cock stirred to attention. He kept the same slow pace as he fondled his balls gently.
Feeling a little ashamed at his likely unrequited feelings, he tried to stop thinking about Tony. But all visions and thoughts came back to him, and as he came, cum spurting onto his hand and stomach, he heard the Hulk growl "TONY."
What was going on? Surely the Hulk wasn't having feelings for Tony like he was. Was his subconscious trying to tell him things? Surely not. He finished quickly, rinsing himself off and got out of the shower. 7:15. What now? Get dressed in new clothes, the same clothes? He didn't want Tony thinking he was trying too hard. You're reading into it too much Banner.
He got back into the same pants but a fresh shirt, threw on his watch and grabbed the latest issue of radiology journal from the nightstand. No use wasting time waiting for Tony. Casually late for everything, Stark liked to keep people guessing. Bruce knew better though—he would be exactly 13 minutes late. Not quite 15, no less than 10. Never annoying, but never timely.
Much to his surprise, Tony was sitting by the bar when he walked in. Early. It wasn't even 8.
"I see you brought some light reading with you, Doctor." Stark teased.
"This?" Bruce looked down at the journal in his hand. "Oh, ah, yeah." and he tossed it onto the coffee table where it promptly slipped off the side. He never did have good aim. Bending over, he picked it up to place it on the table again.
Tony whistled as he bent over, "nice assets you've got there Banner. Too bad you're hiding them in those ill fitting pants. I need to take you to see Josef my tailor. He'll make you a great pair."
"I'll just wreck them when The Other Guy comes out."
"and until then, I can admire what God gave you. We'll go tomorrow."
Bruce stood in shock at the man's sheer ... Who even knows ... Ability to embarrass, decision-make and yet placate all at once. At some point in his thoughts, he had managed to nod.
"Until then, should we get pizza, Chinese, Indian? I know you're already sick of shwarma."
"Chinese I think. Indian food just makes me miss real Indian food and after The Other Guy took out that pizza parlor in Harlem, I haven't been so keen on pizza."
"Chinese it is." Tony called from his Starkphone. "Hi, delivery? One Avengers special? Yes... Great!"
"Why did you order enough food for the whole team, Tony? It's just the two of us." Wait, are they coming too?!
"it's ok, we'll have leftovers for whomever wants them, and when we forget to eat, we'll have food close by. And you never know when Thor will drop by."
Whew! Bruce nodded at the sound reasoning,although he marveled at how Tony could just toss off hundreds of dollars at a time without thinking.
Dummy rolled in with the takeout bag 20 minutes later and they unpacked their feast onto the bar.
"I never understand how you can eat that tofu stuff, Bruce. It looks like gelatinous cubes with red sauce."
"I like my szechuan tofu just fine, Tony...a little less meat might do your heart some good."
"No way, no how. I am like a tiger. All animal. Like your inner beast, just less angry."
"No one is like the other guy, Tony…" Bruce sighed sadly.
"Bruce, it's nothing to feel bad about...really." Tony slung his arm around Bruce and gave him a gentle squeeze before resuming his meat eating.
They ate in silence for a while. Odd for Tony to be so quiet for once. Only the scrape of cheap chopsticks against paper boxes and chewing. Bruce felt comfortable for once, and the Hulk was far away from his thoughts.
When dinner had ended, they moved to the tv area to pick a movie. Bruce picked up the remote and flipped the tv on. Suddenly the room was filled with the sights and sounds of two men 69-ing each other.
"Oh!" gasped Bruce as he fumbled to change the channel.
Tony grabbed the remote "guess Legolas was using the tv last time" but he didn't turn off the tv.
Bruce stood transfixed as the sounds of sucking and moaning from both parties grew louder and Tony grinned at him. "Like what you see Brucey?"
Bruce, no longer able to hide the tent in his pants, quickly headed back to the bar to clean up the food, hoping Tony wouldn't notice his obvious arousal. Tony left the tv on and joined him in the cleaning.
"Bruce, are you okay? I can turn it off. I guess this one is relatively predictable. They suck each other off, one fucks the other and they both get off. Like an elementary mathematical equation, really."
By now, Bruce is super red, looking down and cleaning rather furiously.
"Bruce, you do like this stuff. Do you like doing this kind of thing?"
Be a man Bruce, you're not a kid—ask for what you want. "I uh, have in the past, but I haven't done anything with another person since the accident, so it's um, been a while."
"Nothing to be ashamed about. We all get out of practice. I mean look at those guys, they could use some improvement in their technique."
"H-how so, Tony?" Augh, why did I ask that question?
"Well, first, that moaning. God, only in porn does that happen. It's not that exciting. I have never moaned nor heard anybody sound like that. Second, he should be pulling on his balls while he sucks his cock so he lasts longer."
By this time, Bruce's mouth was dry, from both the sounds of the tv which left nothing to the imagination and Tony's critique of their act. He coughed and looked pale.
"oh."
"Maybe you'd like to try this sometime, Dr. Banner, for science. I mean, the act of orgasm delay is particularly fascinating stuff."
Bruce knew it was now or never. Make a move or forever live in regret. It seemed like an open invitation. How much more obvious could it get?
Sorry to leave you there! I'm working on the next chapter which promises some serious action.