TWDAvengers and I actually RP'd some of this fic together, so thanks to her for the help with this chapter! I'll be taking bits and pieces of what we've done and twisting them so that they'll work completely in with the rest of this fic. Enjoy!
James' chest is heaving, eyes glistening with fresh tears from the mind numbing orgasm he's just had. He stays settled against Tony, shaking thighs holding snugly to Tony's hips to keep him close. "Holy fuck," he manages through his swollen lips, raking a hand through Tony's hair. He rests there, coming down from his high with half-lidded eyes and shaking hands. He feels his pulse in his softening cock and he can't find the will to care about the semen strewn across his chest and belly. "Jesus, that was good," he mutters.
"Oh, but isn't it always?" Tony muses with a crooked smile. He nudges lightly at his lover's haw, stroking his slightly quivering thighs through the silky stockings. He notices the tears in James's eyes derived from the intense pleasure but opts not to address them as he sighs out in sheer contentment. He shifts James on his lap and murmurs, "It's always so good for us." He briefly thinks about when he and Steve just started dating. In the beginning sex with Steve was good, but not this good. Never this good.
Trembling, James nods and concurs, "Yeah, it's always good." His chest is heaving as he still reclaimed his breath, gripping Tony's hair loosely and enjoying the dampness of them between his fingers. He sighs gently, "So fucking good. Shit, I'm still shaking," he murmurs.
"Yeah, I noticed." Tony turns his head and brings their lips together for a brief meeting, pulling back with a soft pop. He wraps his arms around his partner and holds him tightly, as if they could be any closer, and gives Steve a fleeting thought. Tony suddenly remembers that Steve will be spending New Year's alone in the tower. Tony doesn't want to think about that, though. In attempt to distract himself, he says, as an afterthought, "And it's only the first night."
James returns the kiss and settles against Tony, rubbing his hand over Tony's shoulder blades. "I'm going to be so sore, you have no idea." He chuckles after he speaks, so Tony knows that he's already forgiven for something that hasn't happened yet.
"Oh, but it'll be worth it. And if you're nice maybe I'll let you top once," he chuckles. Tony raises a hand and places it over the metal touching his skin. "I could make you a new one, you know. A better one," he mutters, referring to the bionic arm.
"I don't mind it, really. I've gotten used to it." James is half asleep. His blue eyes and judgment are both clouded. He smiles somewhat sheepishly. The words sit heavy and unspoken in his mouth and he looks away, sure to never speak them aloud. He doesn't know what he and Tony are. He probably shouldn't even risk saying them, but before he can stop himself they come out in a barely there whisper mouthed against Tony's neck, "I love you."
Upon hearing the utterance—three words, eight letters—Tony looks away. "James," he whispers in return. Tony isn't really one to say I love you's. Of course he may feel the same way, but he can't say it back. He thinks the Cartier watch is 'I love you' enough.
"I know," he sighs, sitting up. "Listen, I'm gonna shower." James removes his expensive watch on, sets it on the coffee table and stands up. He's suddenly self-conscious, wandering around in these stupid stockings. As he gets in the bathroom he strips them, throwing them as far away as he can. He shakes his head and turns the water on far too hot. He leans against his metal arm with a sigh, letting the water run down his back and wash his tired skin.
It takes Tony approximately 3 minutes of staring at the expensive timepiece for him to realize that he's fucked up. He purses his lips and stands, walking into the bathroom. He steps into the large shower stall without invitation and wraps his arms around James from behind. "This is hard for me," he explains. "You've gotta understand. Saying 'I love you' has never been easy for me."
James is still leaning against the wall, not seeming to care that Tony is trying to cozy up with him. "I know; I get it. It's okay, Tony. I know you have Steve and this—well, this is just—" James clears his throat and shrugs. "I get it, I promise. No worries."
Tony takes him gently by the shoulders and spins him around so they're facing each other. "No, I don't have Steve. I chose you. The moment I showed up at your apartment with that Cartier watch, I chose you. It's you and me now and it'll be hard for me, but I want this; I do. And I'm gonna screw up, and I won't hold hands with you in public, but you've gotta know that you're important to me."
James sighs and glances up. "I hear you. I get it, but if you don't mind I'd really like to wash this jizz off me, okay? Gimme a minute." He pecks Tony's lips before grabbing the loofa, scrubbing at his chest and stomach as he steps back from Tony.
Tony sighs softly. "You've gotta know that I want you. I want to end things with Steve. I just don't know when. For Christ's sake, look at me. Please," he nearly whines. "I don't beg. I'm not a beggar, but I'm begging just for you. Look at me and hear me out."
James doesn't look up and continues to rub at the semen that coats his skin. He shakes his head and looks away. He opens his mouth to say something but instead lifts Tony's hand and shows him the ring that still binds him to Steve. He looks away, his wide blue eyes a mess of emotions. His bionic hand is touching Tony, the flesh one held against his stomach.
Tony groans and holds his hands up defensively. "Fine," he murmurs. He briefly thinks about offering James aid but decides against it and keeps his hands to himself. He waits patiently, admiring the way James's muscles ripple under his skin with his every movement.
James washes his back and chest, eventually sighing at Tony. "I just wanted some time to myself. I'm not gonna go running for the hills because you can't say you love me. I just wanted to wash up." He shampoos his hair briefly before stepping out, wrapping a towel around his waist as he goes to brush his teeth.
Tony steps out as well, not bothering to towel off as he reaches for the robe that hangs next to the towel bar. "I'll go down to the lab, give you all the time you need." Tony tries to hide any hint of emotion from his voice but fails as soon as he walks out of the bathroom.
James groans and spits into the sink, tossing his toothbrush back onto the counter. "Tony!" he calls and Tony's head pokes around the corner of the bathroom door. "I'm sorry. Can we just—? Can we go to bed?"
Tony nods because he wants nothing more than to curl up in bed with James. They go their separate ways for a few minutes before meeting in the bed. They take their usual positions: Tony curled behind James, an arm draped over his hip, and nose buried in the back of his wet hair.
When James wakes the next morning he has to piss and as he attempts to get out of bed, Tony whines softly in protest, reaching out to grasp his lover and pull him back into the warm nest they've created. "Nooo, not yet," he mumbles sleepily.
"I have to piss." James gently pushes at Tony's hands. He swallows softly and attempts to get Tony to let him go pee before he ends up going in the bed. Tony relents and lets go, rolling onto his back and waiting impatiently for James to return, trying not to think about Steve being alone in New York.
"I didn't mean to wake you," James says when he slides back into bed and makes himself comfortable on top of Tony's torso.
"I have to ask you something," Tony replies, kissing his forehead. He's been dreading the question for a while, but more recently it's been bothering him. He feels that if they're going to do this they should put all the cards on the table. "Do you feel bad for messing around with me? I mean, Steve's your best friend, so—"
James frowns. "Of course I do. I loved Steve; I really did. For a long time. Not so much anymore. I hate doing this to him, but I care about you." James closes his eyes and moves away from Tony. This trip is supposed to bring them closer. It's supposed to be about them, but Steve keeps coming up.
"I'm sorry, okay? Sorry I asked," Tony groans. "I'm afraid that when I ask for a divorce you'll get caught in the crossfire, and that's the last thing I want."
James understands. He really does, but they're supposed to be having a good time. He sits up lazily, rubbing his slightly aroused cock. It's nothing he can help. He always seems to wake up like this regardless if Tony is around.
Tony notices and desperately wants to clear the air between them. He rolls over on top of James and pushes his knee between James's thighs. "I'm fairly convinced that we're gonna spend this entire vacation in bed," he grins, leaning down to kiss him softly.
James grunts at the pleasure. "We can just let it die down—mmm," he whimpers and rocks against his knee. His metal hand grips Tony's shoulder hard, just like he likes it, and his flesh hand tangles in Tony's hair. "Feeling power trip-y?"
"Not particularly, why?" Tony dips his head again, pressing wet kisses from James' ear down his neck, sucking lightly in between as he moves his knee.
"Mmm, 'cause I want you to fuck me up again." He lets his head fall back, allowing Tony to do what he wants to. He's always trusted Tony; he loves Tony and knows he'll be well taken care of for the rest of his life. He exhales in a contented sigh and nuzzles lightly at Tony's jaw.
Tony thinks for a minute. "Okay. Only if you'll do something for me in return." He hops up momentarily, going to grab a box from the dresser drawer. He tosses it to James when he climbs back into bed. "You have to wear these."
James opens the box to find a pair of black lace panties (complete with a little bow) and matching stockings. He laughs but goes about wrestling them on, long legs stuck up in toward the ceiling as he pulls the stockings on first. He situates his hard, achy cock into the satin panties. When he's done, he smoothes the stockings over his impossibly long legs, getting them into place and running his hands over the satin underwear. "Okay, they're on. You just keep these things everywhere, don't you?"
Tony smiles and steals a kiss. "Maybe I had them ordered especially for this trip," he laughs. His cock twitches with interest just at the sight and he moans. "How the fuck are you so gorgeous? He pushes James onto his back and runs a hand down his side. "You drive me crazy."
"How many sets? More than these, I'm sure." He chuckles, his cock straining beneath the fabric as he grins. "I do it just for you actually, just to make you happy."
"And you so willingly put up with it. How could I ever repay you?" Tony rewards him with a hand cupping his cock and soft kisses at the nape of his neck. "Tell me what you want," he purrs.
"Mmm, that's just what I wanted to hear." James's cock seems to swell and jerk slightly. His head falls back against the pillow and he moans. "I want you to fuck me up. I want it, Tony, please."
"Well, I'd much rather go slow, but I'm happy to oblige you." Tony moves aside. "Hands and knees, baby. Face down, ass up."
"I thought you liked being rough because Steve wouldn't let you," he frowns. He surely doesn't want to force Tony to do something if he's not entirely in the mood. That would ruin the experience for both of them. "We don't have to have sex right now..."
Tony silences him with a harsh slap across his ass. "Did I tell you to talk?" he snaps, trying his best to hide a smirk. "Spread your legs like the whore you are."
"Oh, fuck!" he whimpers happily as he spreads his thighs, trembling with want and devotion. His face is buried in the pillow soaked with Tony's scent.
Tony's hands travel upward, slipping through the leg holes to cup James's ass cheeks. His hands then slip downward over the stockings, petting the smooth fabric of them rhythmically. He leans down and breathes hot, heavy breaths against the panties.
The teasing is already too much for James to tolerate. "Tony, please," he gasps, wanting the Tony who hit him and fucked him hard into the carpet, not the one who is hesitant and teasing and slow.
"Please what?" Tony coaxes, stroking his thighs.
He frowns. "If you're not gonna fuck me up, forget it. I'll just blow you or jerk you if you want off. I don't wanna go slow right now." He sighs, getting up and turning around so he's facing Tony.
Tony stares at him for a moment, clearly upset and a maybe even little hurt. "It's nine in the morning and I just woke up. Excuse me if I don't wanna jump your ass right away." Tony stands up and retrieves a pair of boxers, slipping them on. "If you want off you can fuck yourself," he mumbles
James realizes that he needs to fix this quickly. He scrambles to his feet and wraps his arms around Tony, tugging him back against his chest. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, tucking his head against Tony's shoulder. "How about I make breakfast?
Tony sighs but leans into his touch, closing his eyes, and James can tell something more is bothering Tony by his tense muscles. "That's—breakfast sounds good."
"What's wrong?" James presses. "Are you upset because I don't want vanilla sex right now? We can have tender sex if you want." He kisses Tony's neck, weakly, trying to make things okay again. "You can rim me and I'll keep the stockings on," he offers temptingly. "I know how much you love that."
"No. As much as I'd love to, it's not that," Tony admits, pulling away and turning to face James. "It's just—I've been thinking about everything. I'm going to have to go through this divorce, deal with the stress and publicity of it... I really want everything to be over already."
James nods. "I get it if you're not in the mood. C'mon, I'll cook something."
"No! No, of course I wanna have sex with you. I want you," Tony insists. "I'm just overwhelmed thinking about everything. We can fuck after breakfast," he promises, giving him a soft kiss as they depart for the kitchen.