Chapter 4 is the end of the first part of this story. Originally I had planned on this story being a series of 3 parts but turned it into a chapter story instead. The second part of this story is complete and I'm working on the 3rd part. The second part of the story will be chapters 5-10. I have 5-7 beta'd and I've written all the way to ch11 of 14. Happy reading.
If you need anything, you can call me. The words stayed with Steve even as he settled into a new school routine. He had found, after the tragedy that he had no desire to be around his friends. He never went to the cafeteria to eat lunch anymore; instead, he spent time in Tony's classroom, working on his homework or just drawing. It was peaceful, and calm. Steve enjoyed being around Tony. The man was strange; there was no question about it. He spent long periods of time in total silence and other talking to himself, his fingers flying through the air as if typing on an invisible keyboard. Steve supposed it actually was not out of the realm of possibilities know Tony.
But the one consistent thing was that Tony was always willing to allow him into his classroom during lunches. He never told Steve to go away, that he was too busy. Steve had seen Tony do it to a few other students a few times but he had never done it to Steve no matter how busy he really looked. Steve also never bothered him unless there was a spot on one of his assignments he couldn't get passed. Mostly, though, they were quiet. They would talk about random things when something would spark a topic. Steve's lack of a dating life was a topic that had gotten started after Tony's ex had called him freaking out in the middle of the lunch period. Steve hadn't caught her name, but her anger was something he could feel from the other side of the room. Tony had sat, frozen in his seat, phone an arm's length away from his head as the woman on the other end had shouted herself silent. Steve didn't understand what she was yelling about but from the other side of the classroom he could tell she was pissed.
Her call had sparked an ex's are the worst conversation to which Steve had said he wouldn't' know. He hadn't dated anyone, ever. It was hard to keep your sexuality a secret if you were dating people. Sex and dating did not necessarily go hand in hand for Steve at the time. He had had a few partners and knew his way around the bedroom, not that he offered that information to his teacher.
"Why do you want to keep your sexuality a secret Steve? Being gay is nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not saying drape a rainbow flag around your shoulders and paraded through town naked shouting that you're gay, though I have to admit, that would be a sight to see." Tony chuckled to himself and got a faraway look in his eyes.
"I'm not ashamed of who I am, I'm just not interested in telling everyone. The people that matter to me know, and that's about it. I'm not worried about how people will react, I could honestly not care less about what people think, but I haven't met anyone that I want to show off and announce to the world that I'm the luckiest guy in the world because so n so loves me." Steve ducked his head and continued drawing, his work for the day, yet again consisted of Tony Stark sitting at his desk, in one of his typical strange poses.
It was Friday and the very last day of the football season. Steve was finally hanging up that chapter of his life and he was happy to see it go. He enjoyed football but he liked other things like art, better. The end of football meant the end of his reason for hanging out with his "friends" He liked Logan well enough and Remy was admittedly his favorite on the team, but that was pretty much it. He had been accepted to NYC where he would play football of course, but he would finally be able to hang out with Bucky and his girl Sharon again.
The last game of the year and Steve didn't give a damn about it as he stood on the field, waiting for the game to start. He didn't have anyone in the stand cheering him on per say, but the field was packed.
Tony sat in the stands, head covered by a cap, scarf around his neck and a jacket pulled tight against him. No one paid him any attention and that was fine with him. It was the first and last game he would ever be at, but he wanted to be there, even if Steve didn't know it, he was supporting him. A silent spectator to a sport he didn't really understand or care about, if only for the boy he had started to fall for.
Steve's team huddled around him as he called out the plays. It didn't take long for them to score, shield high was the top ranked team in the region for high school. The game was mindlessly easy to win and it had bored Steve. The after party however had been what he was looking forward to.
It was the first thing he had looked forward to since his mother died, where school was concerned anyway. Mindless fun and alcohol, best way to be taken out of yourself. And it didn't take long before he was as mindless as the rest of them. Steve didn't drink much, so when he did, it didn't take a lot to get him tipsy.
He headed into the kitchen following Logan who asked if he wanted another beer. "Better crack out two for me." Steve had already had a few or eight shots of vodka, what was a few beers among friends.
Logan shook his head. "I've never seen you drink so much."
"Get used to it, buddy."
Not that he was trying to be a dick to his friend, but drinking made Steve a jerk most often, especially around others. It was probably because he became more defensive when he was drunk, which was weird considering alcohol was supposed to have the opposite effect, wasn't it? Oh well, he wasn't going to change himself for anyone.
Logan tossed his friend a beer and opened the one he grabbed for himself and popped the top, freezing when he saw Scott and Jean making out near the stairs. He knew exactly where they were going, and it pissed him the fuck off. His blood ran cold in his veins and he gripped at the can in his hand. The contents squirted everywhere as he smashed the can to smithereens.
Steve turned his head to see what he already knew he'd be looking at. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. "Come on, Logan. She's not good enough for you. Just let it go."
"Hey Jean?" Logan shouted, "Are you ever going to make an honest man out of Summers?" Steve groaned. He had had too much to drink to deal with Logan and Summer's bullshit. Steve put a hand on Logan to stop him moving forward, but the brute just shrugged it off. Steve was a big guy, tall and well built, but Logan easily had 50 pounds and an inch or two in height on him. And in his inebriated state, he was really in no position to go to blows with Logan.
"What did you say Logan?" Scott said, rushing down the stairs. Before Steve could do anything, the two boys were squared up in front of each other, eyes blazing with anger. Logan's fists were clenching and unclenching. Summers looked like he was trying to make himself look fiercer by puffing out his chest.
"HANK! REMY!" Steve shouted, alerting the other players to the predicament. The two boys dropped their cups and came to help break the fight apart.
"You heard me Summers, you little bitch." Scott was the first to throw a punch and all hell broke loose. Before Hank or Remy could get ahold of their best friends, Steve was in the middle trying to push the boys apart. "Goddamn it Logan, knock it off!" Steve said, giving a forceful shove and sending the taller man to the floor. Hank had Scott in a headlock, not that he needed to, as soon as Logan was down, Scott stopped fighting. No one noticed Jean's exit. Remy was picking Logan up off the floor.
"Why'd ya stop me Rogers?" Logan growled. Steve rolled his eyes.
"Because you can do better than a bitch like Jean." Remy had let go of Logan at exactly the wrong moment and Steve felt a fist connect with his jaw.
"WHAT THE FUCK LOGAN!" Steve said cradling his jaw.
"Don't you ever talk about Jean like that again."
"Fuck you Logan. I'm out of here."
"Where are you going to go Steve?" Remy asked, his Creole accent heavy with the alcohol he'd consumed. Logan was gone, probably licking his wounded prided. "Logan was your ride, and you have had too much to drink. I can't let you leave if you're getting behind a wheel." Steve really like Remy, he was one of the few that he actually didn't have to pretend to like.
"I got someone I can call," Steve, said, as he dug out the well-worn piece of paper he had received from Tony. He may or may not have been playing with the piece of paper for a while. He had the number memorized and already programmed into his phone, but he held on to the little scrap of paper because it represented a possibility. One Steve should not ever give into, but one that Steve was having trouble remember why. Perhaps he had had too much to drink.
"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the line sounded strained, worn and tired. Whattimewasitanyway?
"Mr. Stark?" Steve asked, his words slightly slurred, the swelling of his jaw mixed with alcohol was making it hard to talk. His mouth hurt. The sudden loss of adrenaline was allowing the alcohol effects to show through.
"Steve?" Tony's voice perked up, all traces of tiredness gone.
"Yeah, look, sorry to call so late...I honestly have no idea what time it is," Steve pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen. "Oh hey look at that 1:30 in the morning. Anyway, you said if I needed anything, to call and I kind of need a ride, but if you aren't free or don't think it's appropriate to be giving rides home to drunk students, I totally understand. I'll just walk sorry to bother you." Steve was rambling; it was uncharacteristic of him but in his alcohol induced state, not entirely surprising. Steve pulled the phone away from his face and made to hang up but his phone was shouting at him.
"Steve! Steve wait, don't hang up."
"Mr. Stark?" Steve asked.
"Where are you?"
"Scott Summers house."
"Ok, meet me at the end of the block, I'll be right there." Steve didn't ask how Tony would know where that was, that was a conversation better left for another day, or not at all.
An hour later and Steve was standing in Tony's living room, having been whisked away from the party in a flashy red and gold convertible. If no one noticed that, it would be a miracle.
"I'll get you an ice pack," Tony said, dropping the keys on the coffee table and walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks." Steve was amazed by Tony's house, if you could even call it that. The gated mansion sat on the outskirts of town and was probably larger than Shield High. The inside was minimalistic in design, holding only the furniture one would need for that specific room. The living room was light blue and chrome and the couch was a soft cream color. It was simple and elegant, and probably cost more to decorate than his whole house.
"What happened to your face?" Tony asked from the kitchen.
"Got in the way of Logan and Summers." Tony snorted.
"You really should just them beat it out. See which one of them actually walks away, and crown them king of Jean's vagina." Steve couldn't help but laugh at Tony's crassness. The fact was, Steve had often considered letting the two of them hash it out in a no holds bar kind of cage match, but he just couldn't. Mostly because he feared what would happen if Summers came out on top.
"Can't, I like Logan too much to see him lose to Summers." Tony's eyebrows knitted together as he remerged from the kitchen, a question on his lips but an answer already spoke from Steve stopped him.
"Not like that." Steve rolled his eyes, "Logan is as straight as they come, poor Remy."
Tony just nodded, placing the ice pack against Steve's jaw and holding in place.. "So, who gave you the shiner?"
"Logan, I don't much care for his non-girlfriend, and I told him as much. He didn't like that."
Tony let out a bark of laughter, "I bet not." Tony was really close to Steve. His deep brown eyes boring holes into Steve's blue. Steve could smell Tony's cologne, no doubt left over from the school day; he could feel his body heat and remembered the way it felt when Tony was pressed against him, even in the most innocent of way.
"Yeah well...Oh well." Steve said, his hand grabbed for the ice pack, pulling Tony's hand and the ice away from his skin, Steve moved in closer. Their chests almost touching. He could feel Tony's breath fanning out across his neck.
"Maybe I should..." Tony's words were cut off by the feel of Steve's lips on his. He wanted to pull back, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. There were so many reasons why kissing Steve was a bad idea, but Tony could not find even one at that moment.
Steve's lips were soft and smooth against his, but he wanted more. Nibbling on Steve's bottom lip, he silently requested entrance and was happy to receive it. Steve tasted like beer and it reminded Tony why they should not continue down the path they were on. He pulled back and stared at Steve. His pupils were so dilated that the black nearly swallowed the blue.
"We can't do this," Tony said moving away from Steve. The ice pack lay on the floor, forgotten.
"Yes, we can," Steve's voice was strong and sure, not a hint of shy student. Steve stalked closer, causing Tony to back up.
"Steve, you're drunk," Steve smiled, but it was not his normal smile, it was more predatory and it made Tony shiver.
"I'm not that drunk." The growl in Steve's voice did nothing to talk Tony down, if anything it set a shot of desire down his spine. He really wanted to make Steve sound like that more.
"I'm your teacher." Tony pleaded, back hitting the wall.
"Not tonight, you're not." Steve's hands lay flat against the wall on either side of Tony's head. He leaned in and pressed his body against Tony's, his erection pressing into Tony's hip. "Tonight, it's just Tony and Steve, two people that really, really want this." Steve dropped his hand to rub over the bulge in Tony's pants. Tony shut his eyes against the wave of desire that came over him. He felt the button on his jeans pop free and the zipper being pulled down, and before he could stop it, Steve had him firm in hand.
Tony's resolve broke at the feeling of the blond jerking him free of his pants. Wrapping his hands around Steve's neck, he pulled the taller man down for a searing kiss. He was done playing this game. He was done fighting his feelings. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't get involved with a 17 year old or one of his students, but Tony didn't care. It had been four years in the making, Tony had fallen for a student and the consequences be damned.
"I need you!" He said against Steve's lips. Knocking the hand way that held his cock, "All of you." He pushed off the wall walking Steve to the bedroom door, pulling at the shirt he wore.
"Yeah," Steve breathed out, breaking the kiss and allowing his shirt to pulled over his head. Tony's pants fell to his ankles as he walked and he kicked them off along with his shoes. Steve removed Tony's shirt before connecting their lips again. Steve's pants felt to the floor in a fluid motion, he hadn't noticed Tony undoing them. Toeing the shoes off, Steve kicked out and was free from his pants.
Clad in only their boxers Steve's back hit the door to Tony's room and had just enough time to right himself before Tony opened the door and they were falling through it. Steve stayed on the floor where he had landed while Tony slid down his body, pulling his underwear with him. Tony stood and slipped out of his boxers before pulling Steve back up and pushing him over to the bed.
Steve chuckled as he landed on the soft bed, "Our first time will be on the bed, not the floor," Tony said, crawling up the length of Steve's body.
"You sound like you have plans for us." Steve said, the smile on his face could light up a room.
The sound of a cap opening echoed through the room. "Oh, I do."
Steve woke in a soft warm bed and his body felt more relaxed than it had been in a long time. His head throbbed with the pain of his alcoholic exploits from the night before and his jaw really hurt, but his limbs were relaxed. The body wrapped around him, made him forget all about the pain and the slight churning of his stomach. Tony moved his head to look up into the eyes of the man he was cuddled with; Steve just smiled that blinding smile.
"So...Are we doing this then? Is this a thing?" Tony asked, unsure which answer he really wanted.
"Do you want it to be a thing?" Steve asked, "Because if you do...Then it's a thing." Tony sighed, he shouldn't be that happy, but he was. Something inside his chest swelled a little.
"It's a thing," He said snuggling back into Steve.
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