Sorry this is late! I was going to post it and then I got sidetracked by IM3 which was amazing and Chris Evans on Jay Leno holy fucking shit my fangirl is showing. That guy is just the most adorable puppy dog and I just want to cuddle him and hear him laugh all the freaking time. Yeah ok I'm a Chris Evans fangirl I admit it.

Ok anyway on with the story!

Ch5

Steve had stayed the whole weekend, they had just enjoyed being around each other. No one to bother them, no one to worry about Steve. Both Logan and Remy had called to make sure he was ok, because they had gone to his house and no one answered. He had played it off told them he was with a friend and they'd dropped it. He had also told Logan to go fuck himself after he had asked about Steve's jaw. That shit hurt and he was still pissed about it. Logan was an asshole for instigating the fight, but Steve was the idiot who had actually said out loud what he thought about Jean.

It hadn't been fun conversation to have with Logan but one the was needed. Steve wasn't going to be the one cleaning up that mess and he was done keeping Logan out of trouble. That job would fall to Remy if he were willing. And Steve knew he would be, because for some reason Remy loved Logan, even if Logan was too stupid to see it.

Steve decided it wasn't his place anymore. He had something with Tony now and he had to work on keeping that a secret. Time with people that weren't really his friends wasn't something he cared about.

"Hey Tony? How is this going to work?"

"What?" Tony asked, setting a plate of bacon eggs and toast down in front of Steve and tucking into his own.

"This...Us..." Tony shrugged mouth full of food.

"I'm not sure what kind of an answer to give. What exactly do you mean?"

"I mean, am I going to be sharing your bed with someone else? Are we mutually exclusive? What? I...I don't have anyone else, haven't for a while and even when I did, we weren't actually together, it was just sex. I didn't want anything more and he was too in love with someone else. I don't have a problem with us being just sex, but..." Steve swallowed his words and looked down, choosing to focus on his plate and not on the man next to him. He actually really did have a problem with it being just sex. He didn't think he could do the whole teacher student with benefits things. His heart was already too invested.

Tony cleared his throat and pushed his food away. "There is and there will remain to be, no one else." He said firmly, reaching out to touch Steve's cheek, hoping that the touch would cause the blond to look up.

The words warmed Steve's heart as he looked up at Tony. "This is going to be really hard isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is. We can't talk about this and when we're in class, we can't act any different. This is going to be a long school year."

"I can keep a secret." Steve said simply. He'd been keeping his sexuality a secret for the better part of his life, he wasn't about to start talking about his relationship with Tony.

"Good, now let's do something fun. We can watch a movie or hell I don't even know." It was already late in the day, they had spent a good part of the morning sleeping and learning each other's body.

That was how it started and Steve was happy. They watched a movie that day, just the first of many. Sunday Steve went home and prepared for class the next day. Steve wasn't excited about keeping his feelings a secret. He was never one to be anything but himself. He had never wanted what happened with Harge to happen to him again, but he wasn't ashamed of his sexuality. He had never wanted to tell people about his being gay, because he didn't have anyone he felt worthy of announcing to the world. That was changing,

Steve wasn't a blushing virgin, but he'd never been in an actual relationship. With him, it had just been sex and Steve had been ok with that. They had both been ok with it, but it had stopped early in the year because, he couldn't live like that. They were still friends but Steve was done with casual sex, he wanted a relationship, he wanted love.

The school days were hard, Tony couldn't and wouldn't lie about that. Seeing Steve talk to that ass Summers and mess around with Logan and Remy, it turned Tony a little green with envy. He wanted to be able to sit next to Steve, talk to him, touch him, and kiss him whenever he wanted.

Due to the nature of their newfound relationship, they had decided that Steve spending lunch in Tony's classroom was a bad idea. So instead, he found himself sitting at his desk staring at the chair Steve so often occupied. The knock at the door had Tony hopeful but his face fell when Bruce walked in.

"Oh that's nice, that's a real nice way to greet a friend."

"Sorry Bruce thought you were someone else." Bruce sighed, and scratched the back of his neck.

"Yeah, that someone else is going to get you in trouble, if you don't watch what you're doing." Tony rolled his eyes, trying hard not to let Bruce into his head.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Bruce eyed him with a scrutiny that made Tony feel like he was having his mind read.

"Yeah, I'll just bet you don't." Bruce said, taking Steve's normal seat.

"What can I do for you Bruce?" It had been a while since he had spent any time with his friends. It had been a month since he and Steve had started their relationship and he had spent every available minute trying to come up with different plans to get to Steve without the town knowing what was going on.

Tony didn't really care if he lost his job, he was Tony fucking Stark! He didn't need to work, he had more money than he knew what to do with, but Steve was 17 and he didn't relish in the idea of going to jail for sleeping with a student.

"Thanksgiving is next week," Tony groaned, he had been trying to ignore that holiday. It wasn't like he really had anyone to spend it with. He could go to New York and be with Pepper and Obie, but he really didn't want to, or he could go to Bruce and Natasha's like he did every year.

"I know you aren't going New York, so I was going to invite you over to our house like always...Unless, you have plans with someone else." Tony perked up at the idea and Bruce groaned. Bruce knew what was happening between Tony and Steve, he may not know the extent of it, but he knew.

In all fairness to Tony and Steve, they weren't obvious. Bruce just knew Tony better than anyone and had a way of knowing what was happening in the man's life. He didn't care. Tony and Steve were good together, even if they were hiding it. Steve made Tony happy, that was easy to see. There was an ease about the genius that was normally absent. He had never seen Tony as relaxed and happy as he was. Steve was quiet and reserved like normal, but he smiled more and laughed more than he had in the months following his mother's passing. Bruce wasn't about to rain on that. Tony was young and Steve was almost 18, so he would let it be. He'd feign ignorance when the shit hit the fan and be ready to help pick up the pieces. Theirs wasn't the only relationship he was helping keep secret anyway.

"Anyway," Bruce said getting up, "let me know before the end of the week. Natasha needs a list of guests so that we can plan the menu. And please for the love of science, be smart about this."

"I'm a genius, smart is what I do."

"Not when it involves a certain blond." With that, Bruce was gone and Tony was left to consider his options. Steve would be alone for Thanksgiving, and it would probably be pretty hard on him considering everything. Tony had already decided, he just needed to talk to Steve.

His fourth period class was irritating, Logan and Summers were fighting the whole time and he didn't have Steve or the other kid to break it up.

"Summers! Logan! I swear to God if you do not stop your fighting, I will personally go find Rogers and have him kick both of your asses, and then because you made me go get that asshat, I will kick your already beaten asses. Sit the fuck down and shut up." To Tony's pleasure, both boys took the threat at face value and sat down. Tony was happy for the silence but he was kind of hoping for the excuse to go find Steve.

Steve was antsy, he wanted out; sitting in Tony's class was awful. Remy was yapping at him about the upcoming holiday and Steve was only half-paying attention. He wasn't really looking forward to Thanksgiving. He had ignored Halloween and he intended to do the same with Thanksgiving. He would not be so lucky for Christmas, his aunt was making him fly back to Brooklyn to be with her, but that was a month away and Steve could pretend that away for now.

"Remy, shut up and pay attention!" Steve whispered. "You know Stark hates me, you're going to get me in trouble."

"But Steve, I want to know..."

"LeBeau! I would love to know what is so important that you would prefer talking to Rogers than pay attention in my class."

"Nothing, Mr. Stark." Steve sank into his chair, really wanting Tony to just ignore him or drop it but he knew Tony wouldn't let it go.

"Oh no, clearly there is something on your mind, we will just wait until you and Rogers are finished with your conversation." Tony crossed his arms, sat on the desk, and waited. Steve rolled his eye and his lips twitched but he stopped the smile and instead turned it into a frown. He loved that man, but to all his friends, they hated each other. Steve couldn't wait for school to end, to wrap his arms around the man in front of him and feel his body pressed against his.

Tony stayed silent for a few more minutes before throwing a scathing look at Steve and Remy and then continued teaching his class as if he had not just helped interrupt it. When class was over, Tony watched Steve and Remy walk out. It took everything in him not follow. Instead, he went to the lounge where he was normally found after school.

Thor, Clint, Bruce and Natasha all sat at the table, talking over something, Bruce looked up as Tony sat down.

"Come on Thor, you can't possibly be a Lakers fan still! Not after the season, they had last year. Celtics all the way man, where is your Boston pride?"

"I cannot and will not cheer on a team that cannot pronounce their own name. How has no one explained to that team that they say it wrong?" Clint gaped at Thor as if he were from another world.

"I am at a complete loss for words here. I cannot believe you just said that!" Thor looked unapologetic, while Clint just sat in his chair staring at the crazy man next to him.

"Sorry Clint," Tony said absently digging through his bag, looking for some papers to grade while he sat at the table with his friend, "I'm going to have to agree with Thor on this one." The table fell silent at Tony's comment. It was common knowledge that Tony hated all sports and never took the time to talk about, let alone care about anything remotely related to sports.

Steve was a bad influence on him already. There had been a few times that Steve had been over and turned on a game. Tony, not wanting to make Steve turn it off or leave the boys side (yeah ok, Tony had been a little clingy), had actually sat down and watched the game. He also remembered very distinctly asking why the Celtics mispronounced their name.

"What?" Tony said, perhaps a little more defensively than he should have. Bruce's words still rang in his head.

"Did you just agree with Thor, on something sports related?" Clint asked, pointing a finger at Tony.

Tony rolled his eyes, "I do know some things about sports, not a lot I'll give you that, but I know enough to know not to root for a team that can't pronounce their own damn name." Tony didn't stick around much after that though, because the look Bruce was giving him told him none too plainly that he knew where Tony's new found sports knowledge was coming from.

Pulling up to his house, he found Steve sitting on his front steps. They hadn't had plans for that night so he wasn't sure why he was there, not that it really mattered, Tony was just happy to see him.

Letting himself and Steve into the house, he turned around to ask Steve why he was there and found himself pressed against the door, Steve's tongue down his throat and all thoughts vanished from his head.

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~Jas