Sliding his helmet on, Steve took a seat on his soaking wet motorcycle. He hated riding in the rain, it was dangerous. He pulled out of his space and spotted a form lying on a bench under a tree at the end of the parking lot. Upon closer inspection, he found it was Tony. He wasn't sure what, but something made him stop, get off his bike, and approach the soaking wet boy.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked. Tony looked over the top of his book, but quickly went back to 'reading.'

"A lot of things. Breathing, for one." He replied.

"What are you doing here?" Steve asked.

"Lying on a bench."

"Why?"

"Standing is too much work."

"Really, Tony?"

"What does it matter to you?" The brunette set his book beside him and sat up. "If I'm such a jerk why didn't you just drive by me without a second thought?"

"Apparently my instinctive need to help people is stronger than my hatred for you." Steve replied. "Need a ride?"

Tony rolled his eyes. "My dad's coming to get me, I don't need help."

"Tony, it's," he checked his phone. "45 after. Are you sure?" Steve was going to have some serious explaining to do.

"Yes." Tony replied.

Steve sat himself down beside the brunette. "Fine then."

"What are you doing?" Tony asked.

"A lot of things. Breathing, for one." Wow he had done that a lot today.

Tony groaned. "If I go home with you, will you leave me alone?"

"Home with me? I was going to take you home."

"Do you see this rain; I'm not riding all the way to my house on the back of a motorcycle." Tony made up good excuses to go to cute blonds' houses.

"Well okay then, I'll leave you alone if you'll come home with me." Steve stood up and held his hand out to Tony. Why was he being so nice to this kid?

Tony took the hand and allowed Steve to pull him up. He shoved his 'Lord of the Flies' book into his bag and followed Steve to his motorcycle. Steve handed him his helmet before sitting on the bike.

"What about you?" Tony asked, slipping the helmet on.

"I'll be fine." He replied.

"Uh... how are we... um...?" He motioned to the remaining seat, his face heating up.

"You might as well get it over with." Steve laughed.

Tony sighed and got on the back of the motorcycle, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist lightly. As soon as they started moving though, that changed.

The brunette tightened his grip, shoving his face into Steve's back. He had never been so terrified in his life.

"Don't you trust me Tony?" Steve laughed, speeding up.

"No, not at the moment!" Tony replied. Steve slowed down; knowing he probably shouldn't be screwing around in the rain like he was.

A few moments later, he pulled into his garage and cut the engine. Tony pulled his arms back a bit to fast, falling off the bike. Steve laughed, sliding off himself.

"Be more careful." He pulled Tony back onto his feet. He grabbed his bag from the container on the back of his motorcycle and walked into the house, leaving Tony in the garage.

"Steve!" Tony called, he didn't want to be rude and just walk in in his sopping wet clothes. He waited a few moments, and when there was no reply he walked into the house anyway.

The door in the garage led straight to the kitchen

It had linoleum flooring so Tony didn't feel quite so bad. He set his bag on the ground, grumbling when he realized its contents were probably ruined. He slid his shoes and socks off, laying them beside his bag. "Steve!" He called again.

Said blond ran down his staircase, dressed in a dry sweatshirt and a pair of sweats. He walked right past Tony, opening the fridge. He looked around, found nothing and closed it. He noticed a small note on the door.

'Call me when you read this. Uncle Phil.' Steve pulled his cell phone from his pocket and called his Uncle.

Steve was informed that Phil had to work late and that there was money on the counter for pizza. He was told not to go anywhere. A few minutes were spent with Steve reassuring him that he would by alright, making the cell phone call last about ten minutes. Steve hung up and slid his phone back into his pocket, he looked to a shivering Tony.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Tony asked.

"It was part of the agreement. You come home with me, I leave you alone." Steve reminded him.

"I take it back," Tony said through chattering teeth.

Steve looked unsure. "I don't know, a deal is a deal."

"Steve I'm standing in your kitchen, soaking wet, cold as hell, and I think I'm catching a cold. What do you want me to do, get on my knees and beg?" Tony wrapped his arms around himself, trying to retain body heat.

"Don't give me any ideas." He walked around the island in the middle of the kitchen over to the brunette. He looked so much younger and innocent in his wet clothes; he didn't resemble the egotistical boy he had snapped at during study hall at all. "Are you sure you want to revoke our deal?"

"Yes, Steve I'm freezing cold! Can I borrow some clothes or something!" Steve smiled and nodded. He led Tony up the stairs and into his bedroom. Tony shut the door behind him, glad this room was a good twenty degrees warmer than the rest of the house.

"Get out of those clothes before you get pneumonia," Steve said as he pawed through his dresser for something that might fit the brunette.

"R-right h-here?" It was definitely the cold that made him stutter, not his nerves.

"Yes, r-right th-there," Steve mocked. He pulled out a white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants he had out grown. Tony would still probably be swimming in them, but it would do.

Tony had removed his jeans, jacket, and shirt, leaving him in his boxers. "Come on." Steve said, exiting the room. Tony followed after him. He opened the door to another room, allowing Tony to look in. "Towels are in there." He gestured to the cabinet under the sink. "Just come downstairs when your finished." Steve handed him the clothes.

The blond walked down the hallway and back down the stairs into his kitchen. He picked up his phone, and ordered pizza. He was starving. He hung up and set his phone back down. He looked up the stairs and shivered, why did Uncle Phil like keeping it so cold? He walked to his room and pulled his comforter off his bed, wrapping it around him. It was so warm he could just fall asleep.

He heard the bathroom door shut and feet walk back down the stairs. Steve absentmindedly smiled, leaving his room. He saw Tony sitting on his island counter. He looked pretty attractive in those lazy clothes.

'Whoa, where did that come from?' Steve asked himself, walking over to the brunette.

"I ordered pizza," the blond said.

"Good, I'm starving," Tony admitted, resting his hands on the counter. "Why is it so cold in here?"

"I don't know, my uncle is weird." Steve replied.

"Well share." He pushed himself off the counter and forced his way into the blanket cocoon that Steve had made himself.

"Are you comfortable?" Steve questioned facetiously.

"Extremely." Tony replied, shifting in Steve's arms. "And you?"

"Well I'm warmer." He replied.

"Good, then we're both happy." Tony smiled. Steve sighed, but didn't force him out. It was sort of his fault anyway. He should have gotten Tony a blanket too, or left him at the school, that would have worked as well.

Steve took a cautious step forward, forcing Tony to trip up. He grumbled, holding on to Steve's arms. "Maybe we should have thought this through," Tony said.

"We? I had no part in this! Get out so we can walk to the living room," Steve replied

"Not happening." The brunette stated blatantly.

"Fine." Steve removed his arms from around Tony's neck. He placed one under Tony's arms, and one under his legs, picking him up bridal style, while keeping them both mostly covered.

"This is even better," Tony mumbled, relaxing all his muscles and hanging limp in Steve's arms.

"And why would that be?" Steve asked, walking to the living room.

Tony smirked as the blond sat down. "Standing is too much work." He sat up in Steve's lap, pulling the blanket around them tighter.

Tony's bag started vibrating, making both boys stare at it. "My phone is ringing."

"Really, how can you tell?" Steve rolled his eyes. Tony sat and watched the bag until the vibrating stopped. He then sat back against Steve again. "Aren't you going to get that?"

Tony shrugged. "If it's really important they'll call again. I'll get it then." He rested his head on Steve's shoulder and stared at the ceiling.

Steve had his hands resting on the couch beside him, unsure of what to do with them. He didn't have much of a choice.

"You're really bad at flirting," Tony said suddenly.

"What!" Steve asked, caught way off guard.

Tony grabbed Steve's wrists. "Let me help you." He wrapped Steve's arms around him, placing his hands on his hips. "Don't be so tense."

The brunette turned his head, meeting Steve's cerulean blue eyes with his own. Their faces were centimeters apart. Their bodies were burning, the blanket holding in the heat. "Why are you so damn hot?" Tony whispered, eyes flickering between Steve's eyes and his oh-so-inviting lips.

"It's definitely the blanket," Steve replied. He just wished the damn brunette would kiss him already.

Tony smiled. "That isn't what I meant." The doorbell rang. Tony clenched his hands into fists.

"Come on." Steve picked Tony up again and walked to the door. Tony mumbled something about killing whoever was at the door.

The brunette opened the door, glaring at the pizza delivery guy, who looked slightly confused. He handed Tony the pizza.

Steve set Tony down on the counter, giving him the blanket, and grabbed the money. He paid the delivery man, shut the door, and walked back to Tony, who had already begun eating. Steve sighed and pushed himself onto the counter on the other side of the pizza box, grabbing a slice for himself.

Half a pizza later, they sat on the counter, unsure of what to do next. Neither wanted to talk about what had happened, but both were dying to know what the other had thought about it.

Just as Tony was about to break the silence, his phone rang. He grumbled, but pushed himself down and walked to his bag. He pulled out his phone and flipped it open.

"Hello... I'm at a friend's house... you forgot to pick me up from track, that's why... I'm not friends with him anymore... because he has a motorcycle and it was raining... Oh yeah, dad he's definitely the type of kid that would invite me over so we could smoke pot and get wasted... No, I probably won't... Stop shouting, okay...! I'm not the one shouting...! Fine, I'll come home, just calm down... whatever." He slammed his phone shut and threw it back in his bag.

"I have to go home soon." Tony said, rubbing his arm awkwardly. Steve pushed himself down and walked over to him.

"Do you need a ride?" Steve asked.

"My dad is coming to get me." Tony rolled his eyes. "It's cold in here again." Steve shifted closer to the brunette, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Better?" Steve asked.

"You know where it's really warm?" Tony led him to the counter, grabbing the comforter and draping it around Steve's shoulders.

"Where?" Steve asked.

"You're bedroom." Tony smirked.

"You would be correct in saying that." Steve smiled.

Tony cocked an eyebrow. "So?" He questioned.

"What?"

"You're going to make me walk?"

Steve sighed, lifting the brunette up again. "I would if I wasn't certain that you would just sit down on my kitchen floor and refuse to move." He walked up his stairs and entered his room, shutting the door behind him.

Steve set Tony down on the bed, getting in next to him and pulling the cover over top of them. He looked down at the brunette who was looking up at him. "Now are you warm?" Steve asked.

"Indeed I am." Tony replied. "Um... About before... I-" Steve cut him off, pressing his lips against Tony's cool ones, holding the brunette's chin in place.

When he pulled away, Tony smiled. "Don't you know it's rude to interrupt people in the middle of their sentences?" He asked.

"Sorry." Steve smiled back.

"Do it again." Tony instructed.

"What?" Steve asked innocently.

"Kiss-" Steve pressed his lips against Tony's again. Tony pressed back, resting a hand on Steve's chest. He slid his tongue into the blonds' mouth, causing him to moan loudly.

The doorbell rang, cutting them off once again. Tony pulled away, looking more than annoyed. "That's probably my dad."

Steve pushed himself off the bed, taking the blanket with him. Tony got off the bed, walked over to Steve and forced himself into the blanket too. This time, he was beside the blond instead of in his arms. They walked down the stairs and to the door. Steve opened it, revealing a tall man, dressed in a nice suit.

"Oh, hello Jarvis." Tony said.

"Sir." Jarvis replied.

"Steve, this is Jarvis, my butler. Jarvis, this is Steve Rogers, my friend."

"Hello, please come in." Steve said making room for the man to enter.

"I'm sorry, but I must decline. Your father has instructed me to bring you home as soon as possible, Mr. Stark." Jarvis said.

Tony rolled his eyes. He got out from under the blanket and walked to his bag, picking it, and his shoes, up. "I'll be but a moment Jarvis, you can go wait in the car."

"Yes sir."

"Have a good night, Jarvis." Steve said.

"Pleasant evening to you too, Mr. Rogers." The butler said, and then walked away.

Tony pulled the door closed then looked up at Steve. He grabbed the blanket in his fist and pulled the blond down into a forceful kiss. When he let Steve go, the blond smiled. "Have a good night, Tony."

"I will, but it would have been better if I could have spent it with you." He winked, then quickly left.

Steve sighed, running his fingers through his hair. He walked to his couch, throwing himself down on it. "I just made out with Tony Stark, the most popular kid in school." He said aloud. He could barely believe it himself. How had he, Steve Rogers, the new kid, the different one, managed to make out with the most popular kid in school?

He fell asleep trying to think of an answer.

Ahh! This Chapter is way so much longer than the other three… Oh well I guess. I really like the feedback I'm getting, thank you all so very much. I would express my intense gratitude towards you all if I wasn't worried my dad was going to come into the kitchen here soon and ask me what I was doing (Because we all know that would be awkward)! So laterz!