This chapter changes the rating to M. If you aren't 18, well you're going to do what you want. I'm not responsible for what any of you read and honestly, I don't give a flying fuck how old you are. Enjoy the chapter.

Day 7: Cosplay

"I feel like an idiot." Steve said pulling at the gold shirt he was wearing.

Tony looked over at him and smiled. "Please, you look great. You're the best looking James T. Kirk there ever was."

Tony had forced Steve to watch the original Star Trek show and movies. He liked them alright, but going to conventions, dressing up like the characters, that was a little more than Steve was ready for.

The Javits Convention Center was packed and Steve wasn't sure he wanted to be anywhere near it. Thankfully, it wasn't just him and Tony at the con. Bruce had dragged Thor along, though Thor had managed to escape dressing up. While Tony was dressed as Bones, -everyone knew Kirk and Bones were secretly a couple, according to him- Bruce was dressed in a red shirt and talking with a fake scottish accent. It was amusing. Clint and Natasha had even joined in.

Both of them were dressed in a similar style gold uniform but different at the same time and they had ridges on their forehead. Klingons, Steve thought Clint had called them. He hadn't remembered seeing the characters in the series he had watched. Tony had explained that the characters and the style of shirts were from The Next Generation show. Steve didn't know that that meant. He couldn't believe he had been dragged along with these crazy people to this convention. He hardly understood any of the references.

Bruce and Tony kept arguing about the merits of the Kirk and Spock vs the Kirk and Bones relationship. Bruce was of the mind that Kirk and Spock were an item, not Kirk and Bones. Steve didn't give a damn. It hardly mattered to him which fictional characters were sleeping with whom.

Tony had looked to him to help him out on the argument, probably expecting Steve would take his side. "Wouldn't you rather be with me than some pointy-ears bastard?" He had asked several times through the argument. Steve simply shrugged, not really sure how to answer the question.

Clint and Natasha had wandered off to look at the Trek weaponry. Because those two needed more sharp objects to inflict damage to unsuspected individuals, like they needed a Doctor Doom attack. Actually, Steve would welcome a Doombot attack if it meant he got out of the itchy gold uniform shirt and the too-starched black pants. He had grown to like his jeans.

"Steve look, it's the Holodeck!" Tony was jumping up and down, you would have thought he was five years old at how excited he looked. Bruce and Tony took off to inspect the mock holodeck leaving Steve on his own. He really wasn't sure what he was doing there.

He turned to inspect some strange looking game display, the chessboard was three tiers, but before he could reach it, someone grabbed his hand. Tony was dragging him to the holodeck mockup.

Steve sighed and stood next to Thor. Tony and Bruce flitted around the room. Theoretical equations and probabilities flying from their mouths as they debated whether the idea of a holodeck was possible. Bruce said no, Tony told Bruce he would make one just to prove him wrong. Steve would put money down that Tony would do it to. It was just the kind of thing he did. He never liked people telling him things were impossible. Tony was a futurist, he thought outside time and space, the only thing he was limited by was the tech of the time.

The day ended when Natasha was kicked out of the convention for fighting with some other Klingon. Tony huffed angrily and Steve sent a silent prayer to whomever was listening that it was all over.

"At least I got to keep the bat'leth," Nat said swinging the weapon around in her hands. Steve ducked out of the way as the blades came within inches of his head. The rest of the group had backed away from Nat the second they saw it in her hands. Steve hadn't known what it was at the time. He hadn't known he needed to get out of the way of it.

The group spent the rest of the evening laughing at Tony and Bruce reenacting scenes from the original show and eating pizza. Tony was very convincing as Bones and Bruce's Scottish accent wasn't too bad either. Though Steve hardly understood most of the cultural references, he found himself laughing and enjoying the behavior of the two.

Bruce and Tony were the most like minded in the tower. Steve was happy Tony had a friend like him. When Steve wasn't able to hold Tony's interest, or indulge in Tony's oddities, he had Bruce. It was a great friendship.

The group slowly went their separate ways, as the sun sank behind the horizon. Bright blue sky turned pink and orange and finally black. Steve and Tony were left alone on Tony's personal floor. Steve was still in the itchy Captains uniform and he wanted to get out of it. He stood to head down to his floor, if only for a shower, when he found his way to the elevator blocked.

"I've been wanting to get you alone all day," Tony said pushing Steve against the wall, running his hand down Steve's chest and pulling at the hem of the shirt. "I've seen you pulling at this shirt. It's driving you nuts isn't it? Want me to help you out of it?" Tony ran his hands under Steve's shirt and lifted it slightly revealing perfectly sculpted abs.

Steve nodded and raised his arms as the shirt was pulled up and over his head. Tony ran his fingers down Steve's abs and over the bulge in his pants. They hadn't done much more than a few light touches, Steve had been cautious.

"Oh God, Tony." Steve said, unable to stop himself from bucking slighting into Tony's hand. He didn't want Tony to stop.

"What do you want Steve? Tell me what you want?" Tony ran his hand over Steve cloth-covered cock again and smirked.

"Fuck," Steve said as Tony's palm pressed down on his erection. Steve wasn't in control of his mouth anymore.

"That's not very descriptive, Steve. Should I tell you what I want?" Tony pulled the belt of Steve's pants open and undid the button. The zipper slid down on its own as he pulled the the belt out of the loops. "I want to wrap my mouth around your cock. I want to run my tongue around the head of your dick, suck it into my mouth and I want to watch as you fuck my mouth."

Steve's pants dropped to the floor and Tony followed. His boxer briefs slid over his ass and down his thighs. Steve's thoughts were wiped clean as a warm wet heat engulfed his dick. It was all he could do to keep from exploding the second he hit the back of Tony's throat.

Maybe dressing like Captain Kirk wasn't such a bad thing.

One of my Tumblr followers suggested this cosplay and I just had to use it. I ship Kirk and Bones way more than I ship Kirk and Spock. I really hope you all enjoyed it. Feel free to leave me a review. Tell me I should never ever write smut, I'll totally understand.