All Broken Roads Lead Home

Chapter One


Evil robots, space invaders, a squid-like monster!? His life had become a science fiction novel. Or, it had always been one, maybe. Stark's words weren't completely false. He had come from a bottle, after all. And he'd fought a red faced demon of a man before burying himself in the ice for over half a century. That didn't exactly scream normal.

Stark was ranting, again, this time about Justin Hammer? He missed the first half, but it didn't really matter. Only about a fourth of what came out of the man's mouth was ever worth listening to. God he was tired. Sleep hadn't been his friend these last few weeks. If he closed his eyes, it never failed, he was back on that train, watching Bucky plummet to his death, but at the last second, his scared eyes turned cold and empty. The same look he'd had while he'd tried to beat him to death on the helicarrier.

Steve glanced up to see Stark still pacing, moving on from the Hammer tech that had been used in the last mission to the sad state of affairs that was SHIELD/HYDRA. And... he just couldn't. Not anymore.

"Stark!" he snapped. "Don't you ever just shut up?"

Tony had thought what he'd been saying was rather important. After all, Hammer had taken on Ivan Vanko last time in order to just spite Tony and create Iron Man suits. If there were more people like Vanko in the world, then there were going to be problems right? It was just facts. He wasn't being paranoid or anything. And now that SHIELD was revealed to be HYDRA all along, that just made everything more of a mess. So yeah, in his mind everything he was saying had been valid.

He stopped talking mid sentence when Steve snapped at him. He knew that the man wasn't his biggest fan but he wasn't in the mood to be told to shut up today. Not after all the arguing and fighting that had brought his five year relationship with Pepper to an end. Just because he wanted to do what was right for once.

"I don't know, Cap! You wanna make me?!" He challenged, tired and upset in his own right.

It was always a challenge with Tony. Always a bluff. He just wouldn't Shut Up. Steve grit his teeth and stood up, stalking over towards the other man. He stopped just inches from him. His whole body thrummed with an unnamed tension, his breathing harsh and shallow.

"Maybe I should. You wouldn't know what to do if someone actually stood up to you, would you?" He asked, voice barely more than a whisper.

Steve never backed down from anything. He was always the one that had to fight Tony head-on, no matter what. And Tony was getting sick of it. Sick of him thinking he was all high and mighty. Sick of everyone thinking they could just get rid of him if they didn't want to deal with him anymore.

"You don't have the balls for that, Rogers. I'd love to see you try," he hissed up at him. Sure, he was shorter by a couple inches, but that didn't mean he had to back down easily.

Steve let his breath out in a rush. He was staring at Tony's mouth while he issued his challenge. He wasn't sure what made him finally snap, but he found himself shoving Tony back. They hit the table and Steve just froze. He didn't really think, he just... moved. He slammed his lips against the other man's, no grace, no finesse, just wild desperation.

Tony wasn't quite sure what his initial reaction was. Probably shock, considering his entire body froze for a moment and he couldn't do anything but stare at Steve when he pushed him back against the table. But then Steve's lips were on his, all desperate and hungry and Tony just couldn't think anymore. His hand flew up to grip Steve's hair and the other clawed into his shoulder. He kissed back just as desperately, all tongue and teeth and need.

Well, at least he shut up. Steve grabbed Tony by the hips, pulling his body flush against his. He had kissed people before, but he had to admit it had been few and far between. And never another man. He knew his movements were clumsy. But he'd be damned if he let Stark win this, he wasn't giving up control.

Tony never went down easy. It just wasn't like him. He kissed back hard, pushing himself against Steve even though he was wedged between the man and the table. He pulled at his hair and dug his nails into his arm. But ultimately, Steve was physically stronger than him, and without the suit, Tony didn't stand much of a chance against him.

But he could tell that Steve was inexperienced. His moves were clumsy and Tony could use that. He moved his lips away to trail sharp bites and hot kisses along Steve's jaw and even to his neck.

Steve gasped as Tony attacked his throat and neck. He tilted his head back without thinking, then cursed himself for the small act of submission. He was hard, and he needed some friction. He rolled his hips against Tony's. His hands were trembling where they gripped the other man's hips. He was careful, though, not to use all of his strength. He was angry, but he didn't want to hurt Tony. He could feel his arousal peaking fast. Between the serum and his lack of experience, he was going to embarrass himself, and that just made him angrier.

Tony chuckled against Steve's throat when he leaned his head back for him. Yeah, he was definitely getting an edge on him. He was getting harder by the second and Steve rolling his hips against him spurred him on. He could feel Steve's hands shaking and smirked against his skin. "I told you. You don't have the balls for this, Rogers. Can't take what you want," he taunted, biting down on Steve's pulse point.

Steve bristled at Stark's words. He was right, though, wasn't he? He started something he had no idea how to finish. And for what? Steve frowned before grabbing Tony's hair at the back of his head and jerking, forcing his head up to bare a bit of throat. He latched on high on his neck, just below his ear, where it would be very visible and sucked hard. He ground his erection against Tony's answering one. If he was going down, he was going down swinging. His hand that wasn't caught in Tony's hair moved to the tie of the sweatpants the other man was wearing. He jerked enough to loosen them then shoved his hand down his pants. He'd never had his around another man's dick, but, well, a dick was a dick, right? He squeezed and moved down the hard length, careful again to watch his strength.

Tony gasped a bit when Steve pulled his head back and sucked a mark below his ear. God anyone who looked a little too close would see that. He was just hoping to get lucky at this point. If anyone walked into this office room, then everything would go to shit anyway. He didn't have much time to think about that because Steve's hand had made its way down his pants and was stroking him firmly. A small moan slipped from his lips and he had to grip Steve's biceps to stay standing. He rocked his hips a bit, thrusting into the circle of Steve's fist, needing more friction.

Steve fit his hips against Tony's, just to the side so he could rock into him but still keep stroking him. He kept his grip light, afraid of rubbing him raw. He didn't have anything to use as lubricant. He really wasn't sure what to do now. He didn't think he could actually get Stark off like this, but to remove his hand now would be a concession and he couldn't do that. He softened his grip on Tony's hair, moving to cup his head instead. He kept his hand moving while he rocked faster against Tony's hip. If he could just get off, maybe he could think straight and figure out what the fuck to do with Stark.

Tony groaned as Steve kept moving his hand but his grip was way too light to get him off. He could feel Steve rubbing himself against his hips, clearly trying to get himself off. Tony smirked at that and brought his hands around to move Steve's hands off of him. He took Steve's moment of surprise as the opportunity he needed to drop down onto his knees in front of the other man. If he couldn't beat him physically, he could at least make him finish first. He nuzzled his face into the bulge in Steve's pants before working the sweats off. He stroked him with firm, practiced moves, going from base to tip on each pull.

Steve paused when Tony moved his hands off of him. He watched in confusion as the other man sank down, but then widened his eyes in surprise when he nuzzled at his erection. He'e caught two soldiers once, out behind the latrine, in the middle of this act. His breath caught in his throat and he almost called out to Tony to stop. This felt... more intimate. He stared down at Tony, trying to decide if he should just give in, admit defeat, and run. He didn't even care if Tony laughed at him, degraded him for this whole farce.

"Tony..." he started, voice coming out as a shaky moan.

"Shh...let me be good at something for once," Tony hummed lowly. He gripped Steve's hip with his free hand to hold him still, and started to place kisses and small licks along the hard length. "Besides. You look like you're enjoying this," he teased, at the same moment he ran his thumb over the tip, spreading around the first drop of precum.

Steve let out a broken moan at the contact. He leaned forward just a little so that he could grip the table and lean into it to keep himself from collapsing. His jaw ached from clenching it in an attempt to keep embarrassing words from spilling out of his mouth. He took a minute to look at Stark. Really look at him. He knew the other man was attractive, the whole world knew that, but there was quiet strength there, too. A kind of beauty that you didn't find in many people. He knew Tony kept up a certain appearance so that no one would see, but Steve had. He tried to act like he didn't care, but he'd also been the one willing to sacrifice himself by riding an armed nuke through a wormhole into space. It was hard to remember those good qualities when he was busy running his mouth, but times like now, when his mouth was otherwise deposed, Steve could remember the better qualities. His balls felt heavy and tight. This was going to be embarrassing, but at this point, he couldn't stop Stark even if he wanted to.

Tony kept working Steve with his lips and hand, delighted when the man visibly attempted to keep himself in control. Yeah, Tony was a pro at this. Steve didn't stand a chance against him at this. He had no idea that Steve was looking at him though. He just thought sex is sex. No big deal. Steve was just going to get off and Tony was getting him there. They wouldn't have to even talk about this after. With that thought in mind, Tony shifted to take the head of Steve's cock into his mouth and started to suck.

Steve felt his balls draw up, the beginnings of his orgasm tickling along his nerves as Tony's mouth sucked him in. He'd lost. He felt raw and open and vulnerable. His anger had faded and he just felt... broken. These last few days, weeks, hell, months, it was just too much. Tony was right. And now he wished he could take it back. Instead of winning or proving a point, he's given Stark more ammunition to use against him. "Tony..." he choked out, trying to warn him. He squeezed his eyes shut when he felt the tell tale prickle of tears. Why was this going so sideways!? He put his hand on Tony's shoulder to push him away when he felt the first rush of orgasm hit.

Tony had been focused on just sucking and getting Steve off. He had his hips in a strong grip and had his eyes closed. This was actually better. While doing this, he wasn't thinking. He didn't have to think about his failed relationship, the only person he'd ever committed to leaving him. He didn't have to think about how he had all these suits and still didn't feel safe. He didn't have to think about how there was so much outside of Earth and how defenseless he was against those threats. He was completely lost in his actions until he heard Steve's choked rendition of his name warning him. He opened his eyes just in time for Steve to push him back and see the broken expression on the man's face as he finished. Tony could feel the hot release coat his face and he blinked a few times, but he was still in a bit of shock having seen that brief, but unforgettably vulnerable expression on Steve's face.

Steve panted weakly. He felt loose and light and... he stared down at Tony. Release speckled across his face, his perfectly styled hair a mess. He reached out with a shaking hand and let his fingers brush against the imperfect spikes. He didn't know what to say or do. A part of him wanted to turn tail and run. Haul ass back to his room where he could hide out and pretend the last half an hour or so hadn't happened. But that seemed... wrong? There was etiquette to follow here, right? And leaving Tony hard and wanting was not cool.

Tony didn't actually know what to do. He'd never seen Steve look like that...look at him like that. He couldn't tell what was going on in the man's mind, but he wanted to. He found himself leaning into Steve's touch as his large hand brushed through his definitely messy hair. It felt… nice. Oddly… intimate. He wasn't really aware of himself at that moment. He made no move to wipe his face off or even take care of his own erection. He just stared up at Steve with this sort of open confusion and curiosity. He didn't feel like his sarcastic and snarky self. He felt… different.

Steve pulled at Tony, urging him to stand. He paused for a second, wondering if this was crossing some unnamed line, but the other man didn't seem to resist. Steve wrapped an arm around Tony, pulling him in and supporting him at the same time. He slipped his hand back down Tony's pants. This time, there was a small amount of dampness from his precum. He used that to ease the way as he slid his hand across the heavy flesh. He moved all the way down and gripped the base tightly.

"Tell me what to do," he whispered. "Fast? Slow?" He moved his hand to the tip with a firm grasp, squeezing just the tip this time.

Tony went easily with Steve as he pulled him up. It was safe to say he was a bit dazed by the man. The fact that he'd just sucked off Captain America might have something to do with that. But he was also just surprised that Steve Rogers had let him do that, see that. He didn't know what to do with this new information. He snapped back with a moan as Steve started stroking him again. He shivered slightly when Steve whispered to him, biting his lip when squeezed his tip.

"Fuck… that's good- keep moving," he panted out, hands reaching behind him to grip the table. "Pull my pants down… yeah good… long strokes- Yeah there it is… thumb on the tip, thumb- mm fuck..." he instructed and moaned as Steve followed his requests.

Steve clumsily shoved Tony's pants down past his hips and his ass, freeing him.

"Once is never enough," he choked out, feeling his erection start to harden again at Tony's moans. "That damn serum." So help him, if Tony used this against him, he'd put his shield through his head. The heady buzz of orgasm had faded back into the buzz of need. He held Tony tighter, obeying the other man's commands as best he could.

Tony was getting closer by the second and he just accidentally looked down to see Steve getting hard again. Well, that wouldn't do at all. If there's one thing Tony prided himself on, it was that all his partners were completely satisfied.

"Stop. Stop.." He panted out, pulling Steve's hand away by the wrist. He had a feeling that it would be much harder to focus if he finished before getting Steve off again. They'd have to try something else. He shook his head and opened a drawer in his desk before pulling out a condom and a small tube of lube. He handed them to Steve as if he just expected him to know what to do with them.

Steve immediately stopped what he was doing, his body going cold as Stark pulled back. Instead of bolting or tearing into him like he'd expected, he fished something out of a desk drawer. He stared down at the foil packet and the tube Tony put in his hand. He blinked. He felt his body heat up and his heart start an unsteady staccato. Did he expect them to...? Why else would he hand them to him? That is what they were for, right? There wasn't some other weird kink he had totally missed out on, right? He swallowed. Did he want that? That felt so... what they'd done to this point, he could accept as just blowing off steam, getting caught in the moment, but this? This was supposed to be... special, something... god, what did he know? It wasn't 1945 any more. Did he really want his first time to be half naked in an office inside the Tower? With someone he could barely stand on a good day?

"Tony, I..." he started, but trailed off, totally lost now

Tony briefly wondered if this was a bad idea. He'd been approaching this just like he would any other time he slept with someone. He'd seen what their situation was and what was the best way to get them both what they wanted in the most efficient way possible. That's how he'd always approached this except for with Pepper. And we all know how that ended.

"You don't have to..." he said leaning back on the table, much quieter than before. "We can walk away and pretend this never happened...or..." God was that really his voice? When did it become so small? Why was he acting like this? It was just sex! He realized he had his head down, looking at their feet, and slowly chanced a look up at Steve. He was looking up at him through his eyelashes, accidentally showing how hopeful he was that Steve wouldn't walk away, showing how badly he needed this.

Steve shifted on his feet. He could feel his face burning. Tony looked so... unsure. That wasn't right. Tony was always sure. Maybe a little honesty wouldn't kill him.

"I've never..." he admitted. "I wouldn't even know what to do. I mean," he added quickly, "I get the logistics of it. But..." He turned the condom over in his hand. They had these back in his time. Sort of. They were different... handed out as rations with your meals to encourage some safety when out on the towns in Europe and it had been far too long since a soldier had seen a lady. He'd seen them since he woke up in the future, too, and knew they were mainstream now, and expected, but he had never actually tried to put one on, never had a reason to. He wasn't ignorant, he knew how sex between two men would go, but how the hell do you go about it without hurting each other?

Tony realized the meaning behind Steve's words. He wasn't an idiot, he could put two and two together. He was just surprised that the rumor about Steve being a virgin was actually true.

"Well..." he said softly, trying to figure out how they could move forward from here. "Come here," he said, taking Steve by the wrist and pulling him over to the couch on the other side of his office.

He was glad that the decor had been so extravagant especially for something like this. He sat down on the section at the end that was longer for resting your legs. It was probably the best substitute for a bed. He gently took both of Steve's hands in his and looked up at him, thinking.

"Do you… I can talk you through it if you want..." he offered, voice maintaining its gentle tone. He didn't want to scare Steve off because he needed it so badly. This didn't even feel like an argument anymore.

Steve nodded. This felt important, for some reason. Like, here, in this moment, he and Tony could finally find common ground. No arguing, no fighting, finally working together towards the same goal.

"Ok," he agreed, afraid that if he waited and thought any more he'd lose his nerve.

Tony sighed a bit in relief and smiled faintly.

"Okay," he repeated, fully pushing his pants off. "Jarvis, lock the door. Don't let anyone in," he added as an extra precaution. He scooted further up the couch and looked up at Steve, signaling to join him.

Steve kicked his own pants off and after a seconds pause, pulled his t-shirt off as well. He moved up to join Tony on the couch. His body thrummed with a mix of nerves and arousal. The later had ebbed a little during their conversation, but was still definitely present.

Tony elected to keep his shirt on. He hadn't been with anyone but Pepper since the whole arc reactor incident, and he wasn't really fond of flaunting his flaws like that. But he did meet Steve's eyes when he joined him and spread his legs for him invitingly. He didn't want Steve to doubt that he wanted this.

Steve let his fingers trail over Tony's muscular thighs.

"You can't use this against me," he told him, voice quiet but firm. "When you get pissed at me next time, because you will, you know you will, you can't use this against me." He knew it was showing Tony that this was a weakness, but he had to say it.

Tony looked at him for a moment, gauging the severity of his tone. He and Steve took all sorts of shots at each other, but this was the first time Steve was asking him not to. He had to respect that.

"I won't… promise," he said honestly, eyes locked on Steve's. He didn't know what the hell this was, but he knew he'd wanted Steve more these past few minutes than ever before.

Steve nodded.

"Ok. What do I do?" he asked, dropping the condom and lubricant between their bodies. God, please don't let this be a mistake. He hoped he wasn't destroying what little there was between him and Tony. They had to work together, for the team.

Tony pulled his knees up so Steve wouldn't have any hindrance when he started to prep him.

"Okay, so take the lube and uh… just put it on your fingers so they're slick," he instructed, trying to get over how bizarre it was to tell him what to do.

"Ah," Steve said. When Tony started to explain, it made sense. He squirted too much lube onto his first two fingers and blushed a little at the mess. "One or two?" he asked.

Tony couldn't help but smile a bit when Steve blushed having squirted out too much lube. No problem.

"Uh… one to start. Just wait till I relax and then you can add another. You'll know when," he reassured. He kept his knees up and reached down to spread himself so Steve could see easily. Tony didn't mind having to do this. He'd just consider it a kink and move on.

Steve let one finger slip into Tony, sliding past the tight muscle. And god was it tight. There was no way he was going to fit in there! He carefully slid the single digit in and out a few times, spreading the lube around. It was so hot inside. He took his time and finally it felt like the tightness was easing a bit.

"Now?" he asked, needing to be sure.

Tony gasped as Steve slid the first finger in and breathed to help himself relax. It felt good. His finger was thick and long and worked him so nicely. He relaxed easily as Steve slid it in and out a few times.

"Yeah… add the second," Tony said, voice huskier with desire.

Any bit of arousal that had lagged earlier came back full force at the ragged tone of Tony's voice. He slid a second finger in and continued in the same, slow way. He felt heady, powerful, and not the way he usually did from the serum, but something different. Something about the way he was taking Tony apart, bit by bit .

Tony moaned softly as Steve worked him open. Every move made Tony less and less aware of himself and more and more needy. He just wanted Steve right now, nothing else. He slid his hands up to grip the backs of his knees since he couldn't keep them up on their own anymore.

"Mm...good- that's good Steve.." he managed between little moans.

"Yeah?" Steve asked in a ragged, shaky voice heavy with arousal. He carefully slid a third finger in, feeling his rim tight around the digits and tried to imagine how that would feel around his cock.

Tony felt his stomach flutter hearing Steve's voice. He'd never even dreamed he'd hear his voice like that.

"Uh...you- I'm good...I'm- that's enough..." he stammered out, looking up at Steve. He honestly didn't even know if it would be enough. He himself hadn't done this in quite a while.

Steve slowly and carefully slid his fingers out. With his clean hand he picked up the condom and held it out to Tony. His dick was aching and just the thought of being in that hot, tight, heat caused a shiver to run through him.

Tony was a bit flushed and breathing a little heavier when Steve handed him the condom. His hands weren't as steady as he would've liked when he tore open the foil and rolled the thin plastic over Steve's leaking dick. Just the thought of having that inside him...well it made even him shiver in anticipation.

"Whenever you're ready..." he said quietly, hands moving to hold the couch and brace himself.

"Like this?" He asked, moving over Tony. And that didn't feel right. He had no idea how hard was too hard, he didn't trust his own strength. "What about..." he wrapped an arm around Tony and maneuvered them awkwardly so that he was left laying across the couch and Tony was sitting astride him, hovering just over his plastic covered dick. "Is this ok?"

Tony acclimated himself to the new position and nodded to Steve.

"Yeah- Yeah this'll work," he agreed, shifting on his knees to adjust himself. He gave Steve a small smile before gripping his dick and lining it up with his hole. After taking a breath, he slowly began to sink down. He let out a stuttering gasp and bit his lip. He squeezed his eyes tight and splayed his hands on Steve's chest for support. God that really was a stretch, more than he'd anticipated. He took shallow breaths and slowly began to ease himself down.

Steve watched, a worried frown marring his face, but his worry was soon overshadowed by hot, hot heat. Even through the thin plastic he could feel it.

"Shit!" He hissed, shoving his hand between them to grip the base of his dick, hard, to stave off his orgasm. That would be even more embarrassing than the short time he'd lasted the first time. He wanted to enjoy this. God knows it was probably never happening again. He kept a tight hold until Tony seemed to be seated. He gripped Tony's thigh with his other hand and just stared at his face. He'd never been this close to someone. Not Peggy, not Bucky. He was literally inside him. They were connected, one body bled into the other with no end.

Tony stayed where he was for a moment, just breathing. He'd never taken it this slow before with anyone but Pepper. Everything about this felt slightly different than it should. He'd never imagined actually going to third base with Steve Rogers, but he wasn't sure if he regretted it. From how good it felt, he'd say he didn't. It felt like… more. Like Steve was filling this part of him he didn't know had been empty. He carefully opened his eyes and briefly met Steve's before looking to his lips instead.

"How are… you feeling?" he asked through heavy pants.

"Like I'm about to embarrass myself," he admitted with a small laugh. "God... it's... is it always like this?" he asked breathlessly. He carefully moved his hips just an inch forward. He sat both hands on Tony's hips, holding him steady. "How are you?" He asked, wanting to make sure this was still ok for him, that he still wanted this.

Tony breathed out a chuckle and brought his hands up to lightly hold Steve's shoulders.

"Good… great actually… you feel amazing, Steve..." he admitted with a slight blush. Since when did he blush?? He felt good having Steve inside him, his hands holding his hips steady. Something about it felt… right.

Steve tried to follow Tony's pace and movements. He kept his thrusts easy and light, letting the other man do most of the work. He knew he was clumsy and the rhythm wasn't quite there, but God, feeling himself sliding inside of Tony, feeling his body grasp and pull at his flesh, it was like nothing else. He threw his head back at one particular thrust.

"Ohhhh god," he gasped, holding Tony tighter. "Fuck!" He let out a broken cry, if the world could hear Captain America now... "Tony, 'm sorry," he mumbled, "not gonna last." His Brooklyn accent was coming through strong. He clenched his jaw tight, trying to hold off, to keep going.

Tony couldn't hold his moans back as he moved himself up and down on Steve. He filled him so completely every time, and even though his thrusts were light and easy, they still felt amazing. Tony was flushed and panting, rock hard himself as he picked up his pace a little, seating himself fully down. He laughed light when that made Steve cry out and brought him closer. He'd never realized just how sexy a Brooklyn accent could be until Steve was telling him how close he was. Tony leaned forward and held Steve's face in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed him deeply, undertones of affection seeping through.

"It's okay.." he whispered into the kiss, moving his hips relentlessly. "You can let go, I've got you," he reassured, clenching down on his to give him a push, sitting down fully again.

The angle change put more pressure on his dick, it felt tighter somehow. He wrapped his arms tightly around Tony and held on. He gave two strong thrusts, though still careful with his full strength, and the whole world went white. He groaned low and loud and spilled inside the other man. He turned his face into Tony's neck and let his little gasping breaths get lost in the damp curls at the nape of his neck.

Tony felt himself be pushed closer but before he could finish, he could tell Steve was done. In some part of Tony's mind, he noted just how beautiful Steve looked when he finished and saved it in his memory. He let Steve hold him for a bit, letting him breathe against his neck, and he gently ran his hands along his sides to soothe him. It was his first time after all.

Steve could feel that Tony was still hard against his abs. He wanted to feel Tony come while he was still inside of him. He eased one hand between them and started stroking him. There was a mess of precum between them, enough to ease the friction. He remembered Tony's instructions from earlier and tried to recreate it.

"Wanna see you," he mumbled. "Wanna feel you come undone. Please, Tony," he begged, voice rough and wrecked. He kept his pace fast, his grip tight, but careful. He flicked his thumb over the head, squeezing just a bit more on the upstroke.

Tony gasped then moaned as Steve started stroking him. He'd clearly been listening to Tony's instructions earlier because his technique had improved greatly. Tony had already been edging really close and this was going to bring him off in less than a minute. And then there was Steve's voice. God he'd do just about anything for Steve if he asked him like that. His mouth was constantly parted in moans as Steve worked him.

"Ste-..mmh 'm close… so close ah..." was all he could get out before he was moaning loudly and spilling himself into Steve's hand. He clenched around Steve spasmodically as his orgasm washed through. His back arched sharply and he dug his fingers into Steve's shoulders, as his climax left him a flushed, panting mess.

Steve watched Tony in amazement. He was beautiful. The way his body clenched around him caused his dick to give a feeble twitch, but nothing more. He was truly spent this time. He looked down at his stomach, at the mess between them. He didn't even care. He'd needed a shower before, now he definitely did. But he could worry about that later. Right now, he just wanted to curl up and not move for a while. God, he was so tired. He felt his dick slip out of Tony, finally too limp to stay in. He needed to deal with the condom. But he just couldn't bring himself to move.

Tony took a few long moments to collect himself and catch his breath before he shifted off Steve. Yeah, he was definitely going to be sore for a little while. He managed to get himself to stand again and carefully rolled the condom off Steve's dick and tied it up before tossing it away. He went over to his desk and grabbed some napkins before he cleaned off the mess that was mainly on Steve, and the smaller mess on himself. Only after he'd cleaned everything up did he start to look around the office for his pants and boxers.

Were they supposed to talk now? Was Tony just going to walk out? Is that what he normally did? Steve had no idea what the standard protocol was for... whatever the hell they had just done. He kept quiet, sitting up and looking around for his own clothes. He found them and slid them back on, then just sat on the couch. He was feeling awkward again, even worse than before, now that the arousal and urgency weren't clouding his mind. Had he just made a huge mistake? He hoped not. He didn't want to regret that…

Tony sighed and tied the string on his sweatpants again before going over to the coffee counter he'd installed in his office. He came back with a glass of water and handed it to Steve.

"Here..." he said softly. Usually after a quick fuck, he'd just leave and the person would find their own way out of his house. But Steve wasn't just anyone. And he hoped this wasn't just a giant mistake. He'd have to talk to him and figure it out.

"That was… I'm not going to lie, it was pretty good..." he admitted, looking at his hands.

Steve opened his mouth to agree when Jarvis interrupted.

"Captain Rogers, if I may? Agent Romanoff has been trying to reach you. I opted to wait until a more opportune moment to relay the message, but she is rather insistent. She says it is about Sergeant Barnes." Steve felt a cold wave settle over him. Damnit. He jumped up.

"Tony, I've gotta..." he cleared his throat, it was still rough sounding. "Jarvis? Tell her to give me half an hour." He needed to shower and change, desperately. "Tony... we're ok, right?" he asked. He needed to know that before he went off to deal with... whatever Nat had found. They would need to talk, he knew, but... if Nat had found Bucky…

Tony was a bit caught off guard by how quickly Steve had become fully alert at the mention of Barnes. Guess this talk would just have to wait. Or maybe it was just a one off and they'd never have to acknowledge it again. That was probably the case. Tony felt a bit stupid for thinking there might be more where all this came from. He was just lucky to experience it at all.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, we're good. Go ahead, this seems important," he said quickly, standing up himself. He didn't wait for any response from Steve before he hastily left the office and went to his own room, to shower and hopefully just forget what happened.