Lots happened since I last updated this story, I changed my name woohoo! Jaspers Dark Angel is now The Lady J. I also finished writing this story. We are exactly half way through. The good news is that there will be more regular updates :)

Steve lay on the bed, Tony draped across him, curling his fingers into the tiny bit of hair that darkened his lover's chest. Two months into their relationship and Tony felt confident in saying that he was in love. Steve was everything someone looked for in a man. He was sweet, kind, and gentle when he needed to be, but he was firm, strong, and harsh when the situation called for it. Tony was like an atom, always bouncing around, no way of stopping, but Steve grounded him, gave him a direction and focused his energy. It was a strange feeling and one that Tony loved.

Their relationship was not an easy one by any means, Steve had a hard time dealing with the fact that they couldn't be with each other in public and Tony did too. He really did. He had this great guy, that treated him with love, devotion and care and he wanted to whisk Steve off to parts of the world unknown. He wanted to stand at the top of the Eiffel Tower and shout to the world that Steven Grant Rogers was his and no one else's. But it wasn't allowed and it probably never would be. Steve was his student, and underage. Even when Steve turns 18, he will still be known as Tony's student and scared him to think what the press would do with that bit of information. Famous or not, that's a story the press would eat up, but being Tony Stark was a whole different ball game with the press.

"I'm not ready to go." Steve said rolling to the side to face Tony. It was getting late and Steve needed to be getting home, he was leaving for New York in the morning and he had to be at the airport before the sun rose.

"You could stay. I could drive you to the airport." Tony said into Steve's chest, but he knew that wasn't going to happen.

"You know we can't risk it." Steve said pulling away from Tony and sliding out of the bed. The air was warm but left gooseflesh on his arms where Tony's weight had lay. Steve found his clothing with ease and was dressed before Tony dragged himself out of the bed.

Outside the comfort of Tony's house Steve shivered, the night air licked at his face and the promise of snow hung in the air, he just hoped it would wait until he was safely in New York with his aunt. Steve hated the cold, he had never been much a fan but growing up in Brooklyn and then Boston had given him enough reason to hate the chill winters and the frozen water that fell from the sky.

Both he and Steve were in New York and yet it felt like they were worlds away. He had been at a board meeting all day- why they felt the need to work on December 23rd was beyond him. He was still in his suit, though the tie had been ditched when he got home and the jacket replaced by a soft warm blanket, draped over his shoulders.

Tony sat outside on the balcony of Stark Tower, his home away from home, and watched as the snow fell. It was the middle of the night and the world around him was silent. The normally bustling city so tranquil and soft. Tony didn't much care for the cold, but he loved how the world went silent when the snow fell. How the simplistic white could blot out everything, it touched. Hide things from the world until the warmth of spring shoed Jack Frost away. It was the only time of year that Tony both loved and hated all at the same time.

His Christmas Spirit was non-existent and he had no desire to actually be in New York, sitting on the balcony of his high rise with a warm cup of coffee in his hand. He would much rather be back at his home in Boston, a handsome blond tucked into his side. The phone beside him rang bringing him out of his stoic thoughts and he smiled when the caller id showed Steve's face.

"Hey sexy, why are you up so late?" Tony asked pressing the phone to his ear.

"Just missing you wanted to see if you were awake." Steve's voice was smooth and soft in Tony's ear and he smiled.

"I'm always awake."

"True," Tony could hear the smile in Steve's voice and sighed. He really wanted to see him, touch him and spend the holiday curled up around the man he loved.

"Now, let me in its cold."

"Let you..."

"Stark Tower isn't that hard to find, now let me in, I'm cold." Tony was out of his seat -cup of coffee and fluffy blanket forgotten in the silence of the night- and was in the elevator before he could hang up the phone. The ride down was not particularly slow but it felt like an eternity by the time he was opening the door to let Steve in.

"What are you doing here?" Tony asked pulling Steve in from the cold. The snow that speckled the blond hair melted sending icy water down his forehead, Tony watched the train the water created and Steve shivered.

"I was visiting Bucky at NYU and decided I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be here, with you more." Tony knew Bucky from Shield high, knew that he and Steve were best friends. A spark of pride shot through him at Steve's confession that he'd rather being with Tony then Bucky.

The bottom levels of Stark Tower were where people worked, so ravishing Steve wasn't the best idea Tony ever had, but it was what he wanted to do, and Tony always did what he wanted.

Tony pulled Steve close by the jacket and smashed their lips together, Steve melting into the smaller man the second their lips met. Tony was warm where Steve was cold from being outside so long. He used his hand to unzip and remove the jacket as Steve's lips trailed a wet line of kisses down his jaw and neck, Steve's hands planted firm on Tony's hips. The jacket fell to the floor as Steve let go of Tony's hips to unbutton his shirt, Tony grabbed a fist full of Steve's shirt and pulled him back to the elevator, only letting go long enough to push the button.

The doors opened and the blond and the brunette stumbled in, Tony pulling Steve's shirt off and dropping it to the floor. The buttons of Tony's shirt went flying as Steve got frustrated, Tony could hear the little pieces of plastic hit the paneling as the lift started to move. The shirt fell to the floor in a crumpled heap at Tony's feet. Steve dragged his hand down Tony's side, fingers following the v his hips carved out, stopping at the button of the slacks Tony wore, a button flicked open and a zipper pulled down had him standing naked in the elevator, the expensive fabric pooled at his feet. Steve smirked as he slid his mouth down Tony's chest, pausing to lick and nibble at one of his pert little nipples.

"I love it when you go commando." The elevator door opened and Steve stood, grabbing Tony's hand and dragging him out and over to the couch. Steve pushed Tony and he felt to the couch sitting there watching as his boyfriend smirked at him. Steve's eyes were black with lust, lips swollen and red. Tony let out a soft moan as he watched Steve pull from his back pocket a tiny bottle of lube, before unbuttoning his pants and slowly, teasingly slowly pulled both jeans and underwear down his long toned legs. Steve stood to his full height, body on display for the man on the couch. Tony moved his hand, intent on touching himself.

"Don't." Steve said, his voice commanding, a firm warning hung in that one word. Tony stopped his movement and watched as the blond slicked his fingers with lube and inserted a single digit into his opening. Tony was so turned on watching Steve open himself up that he nearly came just from the sight. A second digit and a third were added, the soft moans from Steve were causing Tony's cock to leak, he wanted to feel Steve, to touch him.

"Steve!" Tony moaned and the boy moved closer, crawling onto Tony's lap Steve straddled him. Tony gripped Steve's cock and tugged once before his hand was slapped away. More lube was squirted into Steve's palm slicking Tony's cock as he was guided in. Steve slowly sank down until Tony was fully buried in him. The feeling was agonizing. Tony was doing everything in his power not to come. Steve stayed still for a few seconds before rising back up, causing Tony to pull out almost completely and slowly sank back down.

"Fuck Steve!" Tony groaned throwing his head back. Steve's movements were slow and deliberate, drawing out all the pleasured moans and little whispered swear words Tony had to offer.

Steve's eyes stayed trained on the man that writhed and bucked underneath him, wanting to watch as the man he loved came undone because of him. Steve's movements sped up as the tight coil in his belly tightened, sounds of skin on skin echoed in his ears. He could feel his own orgasm approaching and knew by the look on Tony's face that he was close too. The coil snapped with a cry of ecstasy as Tony's thrust hit its mark and Steve's orgasm tore through him, white, hot strands of cum splashed Tony's chest. Tony grunted as Steve clenched around him, biting his tongue his orgasm ceased his body, causing him to still for a moment. They both collapsed on the couch-breathing heavy. Steve smiling as Tony wrapped his arms around him.

They didn't stay on the couch long. It was late or early depending and they both stumbled into Tony's bed after a quick shower. Steve was almost asleep; Tony snuggled into him when he felt Tony's lips press a kiss to the palm of his hand.

"I love you." The small voice said. It was so quiet, Steve almost missed it, but he fell asleep before he could respond.

"Anthony Edward Stark!" A woman's voice yelled waking Steve from a peaceful sleep. Tony was already jumping out of bed.

"Shit! Shit! SHIT! Steve you have to hide. Its Pepper, she can't know about you. Steve let himself get pushed into a large closet. As the door shut he heard the click of heels enter the room.

"Tony goddamn it. Is it really so hard for you and your newest bed partner to pick up after yourselves? I am not your maid." Pepper said.

"Well, seeing as how you are in MY apartment, where the clothing falls, isn't a concern of yours."

"This was in the lobby." The sound of rustling met Steve's ear and he knew it was his coat. Thankfully it was nondescript.

"Sorry about that. Must have gotten a little carried away." Pepper sighed.

"Why are you here Pepper? Shouldn't you be chasing after your grand rugrats with Obie?" Steve ignored the rest of the conversation. Being stuffed in a closet no matter the size,-and Tony's was very large- hurt. Steve slid down the length of wall and rested his head on his knees. This was why he had never stayed the night before. He had wanted to avoid the possibility of being found out, but he had thought it would be safer there. Why had he agreed to this, he didn't know. He didn't like feeling like a kept man, but that's what he was. He was nothing more than a shadow, hidden away. When the light of the day was cast, he was there but as an afterthought, that no one paid attention to. Steve was always there lurking, but no one really knew, no one could know. So much was at stake for both of them. He had been foolish to think it could work.

The door opened and Tony joined him on the floor. "Sorry," was all he said. Steve nodded, he knew Tony was. Knew that Tony hated the hiding just as much as he did, but it didn't change anything.

Steve got to his feet, pulling Tony up with him. "I have to go; my aunt will wonder where I've gone."

Tony only nodded, "Your clothes are on the bed." Steve didn't waste time getting dressed, it may have been Christmas eve, but the subway would be packed with last minute shoppers.

He gave Tony a small kiss on the lips and stepped into the lift. "Wait," Tony's foot stopped the door from closing and Steve looked at him, one eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Can I see you again, before we both go back?"

"I'll be in Brooklyn till the second. Come find me when you want." The elevator doors slid shut, causing the smile on Steve's face to vanish. "I love you too." He said to no one and leaned against the wall.

Christmas with the Carters was boring. Aunt Peggy was nice, but she was old and his cousin was always with Bucky. Bucky had, to his credit, made an effort to hang out with Steve. It had been nice for all of two minutes until Sharon started whining that she missed her boyfriend. Steve just rolled his eyes and told Bucky to go be with his girl.

Steve spent most of his holiday reading on the couch and texting Tony. They had not seen each other since the day Pepper had almost caught them and it had made Steve a little more maudlin than normal.

He hated that his feelings were so tied to Tony but he couldn't help he. He was truly in love, his every thought centered on the man and it hurt knowing that he couldn't do anything to change the situation they had found themselves in.

It was New Years Eve and Steve was looking handsome -as his aunt had said- in his nice dark blue suit and maroon shirt. He hardly ever dressed up but for some reason, his aunt had decided that her New Year's party had to be formal.

Steve had not been looking forward to the party. He wanted to be home, in his own bed hiding away from the world, locked in his own sad head, where he could hate himself and wallow in the poor life choices he'd already made. But luck was never something Steve had much of and that was really how he managed to find himself sitting on a park bench a mile from where he should have been. He had lost the tie some hours ago, The Park was creepy this time of night, but Steve didn't care. He liked the fresh air, no matter how cold it was. From his seat, he could hear the parties all around him. Songs from different genres blended together to create a mess of sounds that no ears could stand. Ruckus laughter from passersby helped drown out the not so dulcet tones and Steve smiled as the people that passed him, looked like they were having fun. Steve's smile may not have reached his eyes but it was genuine. He was glad someone was having fun, because he sure wasn't.

"This seat taken?" Steve started, he hadn't known anyone was there, but the voice was warm and made Steve's heart flutter.

"How did you find me?" He asked as Tony took a seat.

"I had Jarvis hack the GPS on your phone." He said, as if it was no big deal. Steve took his phone out of his pocket, one minute to midnight, the clock told him as he turned it off.

"Stalker," He smiled as the people at the nearby parties started counting down the seconds till the new year.

10...9...8

Tony moved closer to Steve on the bench.

5...4...3

Tony pulled Steve's face to the side, blue eyes met brown.

2...1.

Tony's lips were on Steve's kissing him, forcing his mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The kiss was slow and sweet and as soon as it, started Tony was pulling away. There was no one around to watch them under the dark cover of the tree but neither of them would willingly risk it.

"I love you," Steve said pulling back to watch Tony's expression. Tony just smiled.

"I love you too." God help him he did. He hated to admit it to himself how head over heels for the man next to him he truly was but he was.

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