Chapter 9: We are not together!

"FIRST I WAS AFRAID I WAS PETRIFIED KEPT THINKING I COULD NEVER LIVE WITHOUT YOU BY MY SIDE! BUT THEN I SPEND SO MY NIGHTS THINKING HOW YOU DID ME WRONG AND I GREW STRONG! AND I LEARNED HOW TO GET ALONG!"

"Tony is really starting to embrace his homsexuality," Natasha stated with a blank face. Steve spitted his juice out all over the morning table.

"What?! How do you...? I don't even...!"

"It's just his choice of songs lately. I mean yesterday it was It's raining men," Clint added.

"But how did you know? I thought only Thor..."

"Thor told Bruce who told me who told Tasha who already knew," Clint said with a bored voice.

"So you guys are together now?" Bruce asked with a smile. Steve went all tomato again.

"No!"

"Bullshit!" the assassins said in a synchronous voice.

"Seriously guys. We're not. Just because we both are..."

"We're totally together! He just doesn't know it yet!" Tony grinned as he entered the room. Steve blushed even more.

"Tony!"

"Oh don't worry about it honey! They don't care about me fucking you in the..."

"Tony... please."

"...ass."

"Don't make me get my shield."

"Sounds dirty. You know I love how you throw that thing. It's just so... hot."

"Geez Tony! Stop tormenting him!" Clint cut in.

They had returned from their whale-adventure a week ago and came home to a very... disappointed Fury and a media circus. Apparently some whale killer had filmed them on his phone and had put the clip on the internet, and once they sat their foot on the continent they were already all over the news and gossip magazines. Fury had yelled at them for at least an hour and called them all kinds of nice things, but Tony and Steve regretted nothing because that trip had been awesome.

Later that day Tony walked into Steves room. He didn't knock because he was Tony Stark and Tony Stark didn't have to knock on doors unless it was a really special door made of gold or something. Steve didn't really notice him as he bursted in. Tony had to strangle a giggle. His big, awe leader was dancing around with a vacuum cleaner singing along the radio that was playing Primadonna Girl on full blast. How was it even possible to be so adorable?

After they had returned from the boat trip his feelings for Steve had gotten even weirder. Sometimes when he and Steve was spending time together he would feel something. Like a fluttering inside him or something like that, and it would make him act... different. He couldn't really think on anything else than him. Sometimes he would catch himself just sitting and staring out in the air and sighing like some virgin maiden waiting for her knight. It was not productive at all. He couldn't really sleep either. When he slept alone his bed would feel cold and empty and then when Steve would let him curl up next to him his heart would start racing like it would pop out of his chest and he would again not get any sleep at all. Since when had he become a fucking high school girl? The worst part was that Steve wouldn't let him do anything to him at all, and something told Tony that this disease really needed to get fucked out.

Steve turned around only to get pushed down on his bed by a smirking Tony.

"Geez Tony! Don't do that!" Tonys hands was already fisting his hair pulling his face closer.

"Isn't it about time you just accepted that we are together?" he asked with a smooth voice as he leaned closer. Their noses nearly touching.

"Seriously... we are not. We have plenty of time to be together when you grow upmmffhhggg!" Tony didn't even wait for permission before he forced his tongue into Steve's mouth while climbing on top of him. To Tonys big satisfaction he felt Steve slowly starting to kiss back. He could feel the bigger man tremble a bit under him as he slowly caressed his neck. His lips were so soft and still insecure so Tony could easily dominate them. Tony placed a hand on Steve's chest and gently pushed him to lay down. He broke the kiss and smiled at Steves dazed expression. His hand wandered from the soldiers neck to stroke his cheek. His heart was again beating like crazy.

"I just want to fuck you so bad..." Steve made an annoyed sound and swooped Tony of him.

"...Seriously?! Sometimes I wonder if you only want to get into my pants!" Tony laughed and ruffled his hair.

"The only reason for that is that I actually like you alot freedom boy." Steve groaned pathetically and looked away not doing a very good job hiding his red cheeks.

"I just don't wanna be one of your whores," he said with a wimpy voice. Tony grabbed his chin and turned his face back so he could capture the full, pink lips once again.

"You would never be. How long does it take for it to sink through your thick skull that I want a relationship with you! Like a serious one. Can't you trust me?"

"I-I guess I can. Well not really, but I want the same thing it is just a way bigger deal for me I think. And I just need some time to learn to trust you... well it's not like I can't trust you, I would put my life in your hands on the battlefield, but this is just different you know. I just don't want to get hurt. Do you think you can wait a little longer?" He swept Tony's hand away from his inner thigh in a quick movement.

"Also with the fondueing," he then added. Tony sighed. This was starting to get really frustrating, but it was not like he had a choice. He planted quick kiss on Steves forehead.

"You're killing me. You know that? You suck." Steve cracked a small smile and leaned up to continue their makeout session. Their lips locked again only to be interrupted by the door sliding open.

"Oh! Am I interrupting something?" Pepper was casually standing in the door with a smirk on her face. Tony saw a flush slowly spread from Steves cheeks all the way down his neck. He couldn't help but chuckle.

"You actually are. What brings you here?" Pepper looked down on the calendar in her hand.

"Business stuff. We actually had an appointment, but I knew that you would forget, so I decided to pick you up myself."

"I totally forgot! I'm so sorry! I just have had so much on my mind lately."

"Yeah, I know. He's sitting right there. So you guys are together now?"

"No!" Steve cut in. He looked like he was feeling really awkward. Tony bopped him on the head.

"Don't be silly! Of course we are!" Pepper laughed.

"Well I'm happy for you, but Steve-honey. I have to steal him now. Come on Anthony. You know... work things." Steve nodded, still a little red.

"Go to work." he ordered. Tony shook his head.

"No..."

"Yes."

"Fine. But I want a goodbye kiss then."

"Geez Tony... Not appropriate..." Steve whispered nodding towards Pepper.

"You're such a prude. You didn't mind i front of the entire Greenpeace." Steve sighed and grabbed his sketchbook and lifted up so it hid their faces. He then quickly pecked Tony the lips. Tony grinned broadly and ruffled his hair he then jumped out of the bed and left the room. Pepper winked at Steve.

"Yeah... you are pretty much together," she stated just before she turned around and left with Tony. Steve scratched his skalp. They really must have had a healthy breakup since they could be so casual around each other.

A couple of hours later Tony returned looking slightly grumpy. The rest of the team had gathered around the tv watching Breaking Bad. Thor was sitting back against Steve's knees while the supersoldier was braiding his long, golden locks. This closeness weirdly enough seemed to bother Tony. It was not even an unusual sight. The two big, blonde guys were often spending quality time together like that while they spoke of their epic battles... or sensitive, feely things. Thor was actually one big softie, almost as soft as Steve. It had never bothered Tony before. Seriously what the fuck was going on?! He sent the big asgardian an evil glare before he spoke.

"Hey guys! Apparently we have to go to this charity ball this weekend!" he exclaimed. No one really reacted. They were pretty much used to attending those kinds of events. But Tony really hated them. Especially because Pepper had threatened with all from donating all his robots to community colleges to buying Steve a purity ring if he didn't behave, and Tony hated to behave.

"Cool. It has been a long time since we last went drinking together, and I think we all want to experience 'drunk Steve'." Clint said casually, not taking his eyes from the screen. Tony pointed at Steve with a stern look. Steve looked up with a questioning eyes.

"You...! You will be my arm candy."

"Arm what?"

"Arm Candy sweetie. It's the pretty girl who he is walking arm in arm and dancing with," Natasha answered with a bored voice.

"So like a date?"

"Yeah... kind of." Steve looked thoughtful but then he smiled.

"Ok. I will be your armcandything."

"Awesome! You will be the queen of the ball! My dates are always the queen of the ball..."

"Yeah... Tony... I'm still not a girl..." Steve noticed the knowing looks from the other team members and he sighed.

"Seriously guys! We're not together!"

…...

"I hate rich, old people," Tony muttered as he sipped a glass of champagne. He had promised Pepper not to get completely, uncontrollably wasted because it was abounded with paparazzis and that way it could easily get ugly, especially because the whalething hadn't really been forgotten yet. It was a shame though. He was really in the mood for some serious 'fucking shit up'.

"But you are one of the worst kind of rich people yourself," Steve answered. Tony grinned and wrapped his arm around the other's neck and ruffled his hair again (he did that alot).

"Oh Steve. You're just adorable! You should be happy that you are so ridiculously strong because else I would plant a fist in your mouth."

They had at the moment been rotting at the charity ball for what felt like an ice age, but it was still way too early to leave. Tony was on the brim of explosion. Steve had been the biggest tease all week. Or not really because he couldn't really help the way his butt was jumping when he was beating the shit out of the Fury-faced punching bags, and Tony could by the way just stop sneaking into the gym just to drool. He couldn't help the way the curves of his perfect muscles were just barely showing when he was walking around in the tight, white t-shirts he seemed to own a million of, and he wasn't even aware of how seducing his hands looked when he was sitting completely concentrated on his sketching. It was literally torture not at least to be allowed to sneak a hand into his pants.

"Yeah sure you would," Steve answered with an indulgent laugh. He looked dashing tonight in a dark blue suit and white tie. Almost like a gentleman from an old movie. It was not helping on Tony's situation. They had agreed on not being too gay because they both felt like keeping their identities as 'children of the rainbow' secret for a little while more and that was even more challenging because they had spent half of the week with their tongues in each others mouths. This situation was indeed not ideal for Tony.

At least the rest of the team seemed to have a good time. Thor and Bruce was sitting and talking with (hitting on) a couple of blonde, twin actresses with huge breasts. Those two had really become quite the bros since Tony had made Steve a party-gay. And the assassins was owning the dance floor looking almost like Cinderella and her prince.

"Aaw, look. They really do love each other," Steve said eyes on the killer-couple.

"Love is for children," Tony said with a terrible russian accent, making Steve laugh.

"It's a shame we can't act gay, else we could totally beat them at dancing... and being a cute couple. We are much cuter." Steve sighed, possibly smiling even more.

"Yeah... We're still not a couple."

"Liar liar pants on fire! Oh look at that!" Tony pointed towards the bar. Steve frowned as he eyed a familiar man with an eyepatch.

"My favorite person in the world," he replied with a dry voice. He then got up and offered Tony a hand. Tony looked questioning at him.

"Mr. Stark. How about that dance?" Tony immediately got up, grabbed Steve's hand and dragged him towards the dancefloor.

"But I thought we agreed on not acting gay?" he asked not with much care in his voice.

"To hell with that. Fury is here and I want to piss him off!" Steve answered with the angelic smile Tony had come to learn mostly meant something devilish. The smile faded away again and got replaced by a more lost look.

"Tony... I don't know how to dance like this," he whispered. Tony grinned and placed his hand on his hip.

"Don't worry sweet pea. I will lead."

Bruce padded Thor on the arm, shaking with suppressed laughter.

"Look at the rainbow warriors," he whispered. Thor turned his head towards the dancefloor. It was now dominated by the living legend and the master engineer in a drunk, clumsy but not less passionate tango. Tony was violent dragging Steve around nearly running over some old couple with fire burning in both of their eyes. The best part was that it was a walse that the band was playing. Thor laughed so it roared, after the whaletrip he had been a little more accepting of the whole romance thing. He still didn't approve though.

"The director does not look too well!" he stated pointing toward Fury who looked a bit pale.

"I don't think he know about them. It's funny though. They have been all over the gossip magazines lately. I would expect them, even Tony, to go with a low profile for a while, but they are not even trying. Look at them now... this is going on the front page for sure," Bruce said and downed what was left in his glass. Thor looked at him with a questioning look.

"Do you suspect they are doing this on purpose?"

"I don't know, Thor. Maybe? But why?" He barely managed to finish the sentence before a loud crash caught their attention. The golden not-couple was now laying tangled in each other on the floor.

"Tony! I thought you could dance?"

"Shut up! I took lessons as a kid! How do you expect me to remember?" Tony was laying on top of Steve. They had somehow gotten their legs tangled which had led to this minor accident.

"I don't even think it was the right dance."

"I am Ironman. I don't have to dance the right dance." Steve laughed.

"You're unbelievable!" Tony smiled. He liked when Steve laughed. Steve looked into his eyes with a questioning look.

"You should probably get off me."

"Fuck... I can't describe how much I want to kiss you right now." Steve's cheeks turned red again and Tony could literally feel how the blondes heart started racing.

"Then do it," Steve whispered.

"No. Then we are officially out there as a couple and you are not ready for that. You are not even ready for using that label in front of our friends."

"You're right. But I want to... let's leave."He didn't have to say that twice. Tony was instantly on his feet dragging Steve towards the exit.

Steve barely managed to close the car door before Tony was all over him. He pushed him down in the seats while kissing him like he was air for a drowning man. Steve was quickly to respond just as eagerly, gasping as Tony grinded his hips against him. Poor Happy. Steve really hoped that Tony would give him one more raise after this. This situation really sucked. He had promised himself that he would just stay on a friendly base with Tony for awhile, taking it slow and then maybe let it grow into something more when he was sure that Tony wouldn't get cold feet, and there were by the way no way he was going to give in to physical temptation just like that! He was Captain America! He had self control! That thing in the lifeboat and the hundreds of makeout sessions didn't count! - Oh who am I kidding? They totally count! I have no self control! I am Starks willing, little bitch... this sucks! - Steve thought and whimpered as Tony's teeth sank into his neck. His pants were already uncomfortably tight. It really took all his mental strength to push Tonys hand, that was now palming his crotch through the pants, away.

"Tony," he whispered desperately.

"I can't! You have to stop." But Tony just looked at him with the face of a wolf and the smile of a devil.

"No."