Chapter 6: Oh the drama

"WE'RE BREAKIN' FREE! SOARIN! FLYING! THERES NOT A STAR IN HEAVEN THAT WE CAN'T REACH! IF WE'RE TRYING! YEAH WE'RE BREAKING FREE OOOOHHHH!"

"Really? High School Musical?" Clint asked while looking at Steve. Steve sighed.

"At least he is taking what happened with a smile," he muttered.

"So what did happen?" Bruce asked almost hiding the suspect tone in his voice.

"We were taking Loki to the head quarters and of course he had to escape on the way over there. We were chasing him all night but he got away. Fury was not pleased when he found out." He was still a terrible liar but right now he was in such a bad mood that the rest of the team seemed to believe him.

He had been lucky that he had called Fury, and not told him in person because then he most likely would have had his face chewed off. Boy had he been angry. He had yelled at him for at least twenty minutes. But it wasn't really the Cyclop that was causing Steve's rather emotional state. He couldn't stop thinking about how Tony had kissed him and then runned off like that. He had looked terrified. This could only become awkward.

"Mr. Stark. You are an idiot," Tony muttered to himself. What had gotten into him? He had a girlfriend for fucks sake! And a damn hot one he had tried to hook up with for years! He loved Pepper so why did Steve's lips feel so much better? God damn it Steve! And the way he had looked just before Tony had fled. Like a kicked puppy or something. - Congratulations Tony! You are a major douce! - He grabbed his phone and dialed Peppers number in a hurry. He needed to see her pronto so she could kick some sense into him with some hot, heterosexual lovin'.

"Pepper!"

"Hey honey!" Pepper's voice cheerfully sounded through the phone.

"Yeah so you need to come over. Like now!"

"Is there anything wrong Tony?"

"No. I just need you in my bed. Now."

To Tony's big disappointment it only made the matter worse! Because the more he tried to focus on Peppers hotness while they were doing it, the more he actually pictured Steve squirming underneath him instead. Fucking bastard!

Bruce jumped as the door to the lab almost was kicked in and a very angry Tony Stark entered. He stomped forward and made himself faceplant the couch while roaring a furious, animalistic sound. Bruce straightened his glasses with a small chuckle.

"So mind telling me what's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Steve is a fucking contagious bastard's what's wrong!" Bruce laughed and walked over and dropped down on the couch next to Tony, which face was still buried in the black canvas.

"You know being gay is not contagious. That is something your favorite people from the bible belt have made up," Bruce said.

"Yeah? Then tell me why I can't make love to my girlfriend without picturing him instead?" Tony asked. Bruce was one of his best friends so he could just as well tell him.

"Oh Tony. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I think we all have done that at some point. I mean look at the guy. He could make everybody doubt their sexuality and he doesn't even know!" Tony lifted his head and looked disapproving at his friend.

"You all picture him when you have sex?" he asked with a monotone voice.

"Pigs," he added so low that Bruce almost didn't hear him. Almost. Bruce smiled strained.

"Apparently you are no better yourself... Perv. No go back to your room. I think Pepper is missing you."

Tony walked out of the elevator. He was exhausted after a long day of saving the world. He hummed in appreciation as his nose caught the amazing smell of food. Not just any food but Steve's cooking (the not so unbearable healthy stuff).

"Honey I'm hooomeee!" he called out with the deep voice of a man from an old black and white movie.

"I'm in the kitchen love!" the answer came from a creepily familiar voice. He hurried through the living room and into the kitchen. He dropped his briefcase on the floor as Steve turned towards him with a dashing smile. He was wearing the frilly apron... only the frilly apron.

"So would you like a shower first, or dinner... or me?"

Tony woke up with a jerk.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered eying his raging boner. Pepper groaned and turned to face him.

"What's wrong sweetie?" she asked. Tony send her a crooked smile.

"Just a dream. And now I have something for you to take care of..." Pepper lowered her glance eying the impressive erection. She looked back up returning the not so innocent smile.

"Mr. Stark. You are making me blush!"

Steve was awoken by the deafening pleasure screams coming from Tony's room. He groaned and buried his head under a big, fluffy pillow but still it couldn't cut the noises out. Did those two never stop? Pepper had arrived later that day and since then they had been going almost nonstop. And what was worse Tony hadn't spoken a word to him all day. It was almost like he was avoiding him, which he probably also were. Steve got out of bed. There were no way he were going back to sleep now. It had hurt before the Tony being with Pepper thing, but after the kiss it was almost unbearable. Every moan from Pepper felt like a stab into his chest reminding him that Tony belonged to another. Steve swallowed the lump in his throat and ignored the burning in his eyes. He walked out the door heading for the gym. It felt like it had been million years since he last went there and now he really felt like destroying a ridiculous amount of punching bags.

Steve uttered a weird mix between a sob and a laugh when his eyes fell on the first punching bag. There were taped a face and a note onto it.

Hey pretty boy! I thought you could use some motivation down here so I have once again improved the bags. Happy pounding! Love Tony.

Steve planted a violent fist on Director Fury (or that natural size Fury-face Tony had printed out and stuck to the bag.)

"Damn it Tony," he muttered.

"Why do you have to torment me like this?"

A week went by and things didn't get better for any of them. Tonys inappropriate dreams only became worse and it even came to that point that he couldn't even look Steve in the face anymore. Pepper was with him a lot and they used most of their time fucking each other senseless. In the bed. In the workshop. In the shower. Against the wall. This of course led to a week of complete agony for Steve. They hadn't really spoken since the kissing-incident, but when they finally were in the same room Steve kept sending Tony sad, puppy eyes when he thought no one was watching. But then again stealth had never really been his thing.

Tony jumped a little when he entered the living room. The whole team except Steve was sitting there looking like they were waiting on someone. They looked a little scary.

"Sup guys? What are you doing?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Tony we need to talk," Natasha started. Tony's eyebrows flew up in surprise.

"About what?"

"About you and Steve!" Clint cut in with the bad cop voice.

"What about us?" Tony asked still confused.

"We don't know what is going on between you but it has to stop! God!"

"But there's nothing going on between us," Tony tried but was cut of by a scornful 'ha!' from Natasha. She continued in a more gentle voice.

"Look Tony. All we ask is that you talk to him. And figure this out, because you are not treating him nice! Plus all that loud fucking is clearly killing him. Couldn't you just be a little considering of the boys feelings!"

"Which feelings? He don't have any feelings!" Tony's voice was higher than usual now. Thor placed a calming hand on his shoulder.

"He is flinching like he is being whipped every time a pleasure scream is resounding from your room. But you just keep going. An going. And going. And..."

"Yeah I get the point," Tony cutted him off with acid in his voice, but Thor ignored him and kept talking.

"My dear Stephen is dying a little bit inside! It is a terrible tragedy. I don't ask you to do anything else than just talk to him. But at this I am really begging you, because I think it is the lack of you being present in his life that is hurting him the most!"

"Wait what? Dying inside?" Tony said with a screechy voice. There came a synchronical sigh from the whole team and then something hit Tony. He hadn't even thought about how Steve felt about all this. He had flirted shamelessly with him all night and even kissed him. And then he had fled (almost screaming in terror) and now he was avoiding him and constantly fucking another person really loudly apparently. How did that seem? Steve didn't know that he had fled because it had felt way too good, and he was avoiding him because he were afraid of raping him if he came to close. The worst part were that he suddenly remembered Steve had kissed him back.

"Sweet mother of Nicolas Cage!" Tony roared as he ran out of the room. He ran down the hallway and bursted into Steves room only to find it empty.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered and was about to leave again when he saw his sketch book on the bed. He reached out and flipped through it while a smile grew on his face.

"Romantic little prick... I don't look that good," he chuckled and threw the book back on the bed pages flipping over a dozen drawings of Stark himself.

He continued his frantic quest of finding Steve and ran towards the gym next. This time he was lucky. The super soldier was standing right there beating the shit out of a punching bag like he hadn't been doing anything else all week. Which he actually hadn't. Wearing a thin, slightly see through, white tank exposing every muscle on his torso, skin sleek with a thin layer of sweat, and grey sweatpants just slightly revealing just how amazing that ass were. And his arms. Oh god those arms. Tony had never thought arms could be such a turn on. Suddenly heat rushed through all of his body and one thought blocked out everything else. He needed to touch him. Now!

"So just how many of those have you ruined?" Steve jumped a little by the sound of Tony's voice. He could almost hear the smirk. He didn't sound mad but Steve was about to apologize anyways because he had indeed ruined a ridiculous amount of those bags. He didn't. Because before he managed to say a thing, he was being spinned around and silenced by Tony's lips crushing against his own in a bruising mess of stubbles, teeth and a tongue violently being forced into his mouth. He made a surprised 'Mmmm!' sound into the other's mouth as he were pushed backwards and down into the mountain of punching bags that had seen better days. Tony was on him instantly straddling his hips, pushing his t-shirt up and exposing his chest. He broke the kiss attacking his neck instead with showers of not so gentle kisses where some definitely were going to leave marks, while exploring the amazing torso with his hands.

"Tony?! What are you doing!" Steve whined face as red as a tomato.

"Shut up Steve," Tony growled biting down hard into his shoulder. Steve yelped.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Tony smirked and shifted on his lap. He could clearly feel Steve's growing erection through the sweatpants.

"But you seem to enjoy it." he stated and continued the trail of kisses down his chest. Steve's face turned to a even darker shade of crimson. He whimpered pathetic as the other gently bit his nipple. Without further warning Tony slipped his hand under his waistband and down his boxers gripping his member firmly and started pumping it. Still not gently at all. This was probably Steve's clue to use some of that super soldier strength and throw Tony through a wall or something but again he found himself completely incapable of saying that two-letter word of disagreement. The worst part was that it felt amazing. So wrong but still amazing. A way to slutty moan spilled over his lips to his own big embarrassment but Tony looked pleased and fastened the rhythm while claiming his lips once again.

Tony couldn't believe how easy it had been to turn the always neat Captain into that mewling, squirming mess under him. He was even more gorgeous in real life than he had been in any of his dreams. Pinning a much larger man down was awesome!

"Tony! I'm gonna..." Tony leaned down lickin the shell of his ear whispering 'come' sounding like his throat had been abused by sandpaper. That did it. Steve came in his hand with a sweet cry arching his back.

And then suddenly it once again hit Tony just what the fuck he was doing. And that this amazingly enough NOT had been the reason to why he was looking for the man in the first place. And that he suddenly had made this matter even more complicated. Damn it! Why did he even have such a brilliant brain when he was always thinking with his cock?!

"FUCK!" he yelled and jumped up and flew out of the gym in terror once again leaving a fuzzy looking Steve with that terrible, heartbreaking expression.

So... yeahh... I hope you guys liked that. And I hope you like the story so far.