Fanfic: Double Date
Title: Double Date
Rating: M
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: Tony and Steve decide they need to meet new people. Charles and Erik have similar feelings. Non-powered, modern AU.
Note: Written for this prompt on the avengers kink meme. I got a little bit carried away with the backstory. Also, I’ve never written Steve or Tony before. They were tricky for me.
“Have no fear, I shall return these two to their beds unharmed. Fare thee well,” Thor says loudly, Clint thrown carelessly over his shoulder and Bruce leaning heavily against his side. Tony closes the door in his face to avoid being knocked over by a pat-thump, punch-on the shoulder.
He turns to survey the nearly destroyed living room where Steve is collecting empty cans and bottles. It’s two o’clock in the morning and really, barely any of the mess is even theirs.
“We’re not cleaning up the mess next time,” he says, at the same time that Steve asks, “How many times have they left us to clean up?”
They stare at each other for a few seconds before Tony lets out an annoyed bark of laughter. “We need new friends.”
The look Steve gives him at this says he doesn’t really disagree.
--
“Do we have any friends our age?” Erik asks dully as he watches Hank and Sean wrestle for the last Oreo across the room.
Charles makes a content noise into his beer and grins brightly back at Erik. “I think having younger friends is rather exciting,” he says, but, at the prompting of Erik’s unconvinced stare, adds, “and tiring. And a liability to my position at the university.”
Rolling his eyes, Erik pulls Charles’ cup out of his hand and says, “And yet you still provide the alcohol.”
“There’s always Logan,” Charles says, ignoring Erik’s comment.
“Logan doesn’t count,” Erik says sharply and Logan makes a rude gesture over the back of the couch he hasn’t left in hours.
“Emma?” Charles tries.
“No.”
Charles snatches his beer back from Erik and hums over the rim, wincing slightly at the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen. “You may have a point.”
--
Tony sets his iPhone and coffee down on the table abruptly. “By Wednesday, we’ll both have arranged at least one dinner with someone we don’t see on a day-to-day basis,” he says, voice challenging.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Steve asks, “Are there any other rules in this game?”
This has Tony smirking and picking up his phone again, his fingers and eyes moving quickly over the draft of rules he’s typing even as he speaks.
--
Erik runs a hand through his hair in frustration, completely incapable of focusing on the moment. “We do know other people, right?” he asks, pushing up onto his elbows.
“Of course,” Charles says absently, not looking up from the warm trail of kisses he’s leaving on Erik’s thigh.
Grumbling noisily, Erik drops back onto the bed and glares at the ceiling.
Charles sighs and glances up. “Actually,” he says, breath ghosting over Erik’s skin, “an old friend of mine from boarding school invited me out to dinner on Friday. And he said I should bring a date.”
Erik considers this for a moment, the idea of old friends not having occurred to him before, but his mind goes pleasantly blank as Charles’ mouth descends again.
--
“You look gorgeous today. Have I told you you look gorgeous yet? I think it’s something with your hair. Yes, definitely your hair. Did you do something to it? I was-”
“Tony!” Steve says loudly, grabbing at Tony’s arm in hopes that the physical contact will startle him into silence. “Tony. I appreciate that you noticed my haircut, but the rules are that we can’t have sex until we both have dinner dates, no matter how much flattery you use.”
Tony rolls his eyes and looks annoyed. “That’s a stupid rule. Who would make a rule like that?”
“You, Tony,” Steve says with a sigh.
“Well, I’ve scheduled us to have dinner with an old friend on Friday. That must count for something. Maybe I can kiss you and you can just stand there and-”
“Tony, no. Not until we both have dinner dates.”
Tony goes distant with thought for a moment and then grabs for Steve’s cell phone, turning away to shield his work from view. “Anna? No, you work with her. Cindy? No, she likes you. Deb? Jesus, Steve, how many women do you know?”
“Give me back my phone, Tony!” Steve says sternly, grabbing for it, but Tony’s already twisting away.
--
For a few moments after he wakes, Charles thinks that there must be an earthquake, but then he realizes that he is in New York and it is just something vibrating in the bed. Rolling over, he prods Erik in the back with his elbow. “Is that yours or mine?” he grumbles sleepily. It is 12:30 in the afternoon, an odd time for a nap for two grown men, but Charles doesn’t have class again until the evening and Erik doesn’t have class at all on Tuesday afternoons and they’d both sort of fallen into bed after their early lunch.
Erik groans in response, shoving his head under his pillow. “Yours, then,” Charles says, sighing as he reaches into Erik’s pocket to pull out the offending phone. Squinting blearily at the display, he asks, “Erik, who’s Cap?”
There are two seconds of silence before Erik throws off the covers and grabs for his phone. He takes a moment to read the text before typing back a rather long response.
“Erik?” Charles says, stretching and watching Erik carefully.
“Cap’s a friend from high school,” Erik says, staring down at his phone. He glances over at Charles, looking somewhat bemused. “We’re going to dinner with him next Wednesday.”
--
Steve has Tony pinned to the wall, still trying to reach his phone. Tony suspects Steve isn’t really trying because there’s no way Tony would ever beat Steve in any sort of physical competition and yet Tony somehow still has the phone.
“Give me my phone,” Steve says again, breath hot on Tony’s ear. Really, Tony should get a medal or something for not caving right then and there. He’s about to, he really is, about to drop his arms and sink into Steve, challenge be damned, but then the phone is vibrating in his hand.
“Hah!” Tony barks, triumphant. “Now we both have dinner dates.” He drops the phone without reading “Lehnsherr, Erik’s” response and distracts Steve from its crash to the floor by sliding his hands around his waist and leaning in for a kiss.
--
“No, Raven, we can’t come over tonight,” Erik says into the phone while pulling on his gloves. “We’re going out. No, not like that. We’re meeting-”
“Tony Stark,” Charles supplies, voice muffled in the closet.
“Tony… Stark. Raven. I have to go,” Erik says and hangs up the phone.
“Tony Stark, Charles? You went to school with the Tony Stark?” Erik asks, tone somewhere between awed and panicked.
Charles sighs and pats Erik’s arm. “Of course, darling. Regardless of what he’ll tell you, he is a human being; he did go to school.”
Glaring at Charles darkly, Erik pushes his way out the door, muttering, “could’ve told me sooner.”
--
“Isn’t this restaurant a little fancy for meeting friends?” Steve asks, straightening his tie as they walk to their table.
Tony waves him off. “Charles and I used to run around restaurants like this all the time. It annoyed our fathers to no end,” he says, grinning.
Sliding his coat onto the back of his chair, Steve sighs. “As long as you’re sure he can afford it,” he says, although he’s fairly sure he’s read about the Xavier family fortune in the papers more than once.
--
There’s a valet service at the door, but Erik refuses to trust his car to anyone else, not even Charles. “You should go inside,” Erik says, pulling up to the entrance. “I’ll park around the corner and be in in a few minutes.”
“Are you sure?” Charles asks, breaking out of a longing sort of look towards the doors to give Erik a sympathetic smile. “I could walk with you.”
“No, no,” Erik says, looking the other way. “Go in and meet-” here his breath catches in his throat a little, “Tony Stark.”
Charles searches Erik’s profile for a moment before beaming and pushing the door open. “I’ll see you inside, then,” he says, and slips out of the car.
Erik lets out a long sigh and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. He’s managed to delay meeting Tony Stark-Tony Stark, the best engineer in the world-a little longer.
--
Charles and Tony are hugging and it’s slightly more intimate than the rules of friendship demand, but then Charles has broken the hug and is shaking Steve’s hand and smiling and Steve finds himself charmed in an instant.
“My partner’s parking the car. He’ll be-ah! There he is!” Charles says, waving his vibrating phone in the air. “He seems to have gotten lost by the doors. I’ll just be a moment.” And he’s off back towards the door, presumably to find his date.
Tony’s smirking at him from his seat at the table. “See?” he asks. “This is great. He’s great. We’re going to have a great time.”
Steve is about to reply when he sees the man kissing Charles on the cheek across the room and freezes. “Tony,” he whispers, “is that Charles’ date?”
With a deep sigh, Tony turns to look for Charles in the crowd. “The one he’s about to start making out with in public? Yeah, I would think so. But Charles was always wild and adventurous. I suppose that man could be anyone,” he says, turning back to the wine menu.
“Tony,” Steve says, still frozen, “that’s Erik. That’s who we’re going to have dinner with on Wednesday.”
Tony looks up again. “Small world,” he says, tugging at Steve’s hand to get him to sit.
--
Erik is staring wide-eyed at Tony as they make their way across the room, stepping on purses and running into chairs. “If I’d have known you liked Tony Stark this much, I would have introduced you sooner,” Charles says, amused.
Grumbling something about not liking surprises, Erik suddenly stops walking. “Charles? Who’s that sitting next to T-Mr. Stark?” he asks.
“Steve, his boyfriend,” Charles says, exasperated, tugging at Erik’s sleeve.
When they finally make it to the table, Steve jumps up and pulls Erik into decidedly manly hug, the way Erik only hugs his baseball friends. “Erik!” Steve says, taking a small step back, “it’s been too long!”
Charles and Tony share a look, smiling as Erik and Steve exchange pleasantries, before Charles steals the wine menu out of Tony’s hands.
Tony clears his throat. “Well?” he asks. “Anyone going to introduce me?”
--
Tony’s in the front seat mumbling softly about the car’s engine the way he does when he drinks just a little too much red wine while Steve drives them home.
“We just had dinner out with friends who were our age and we drank and we didn’t get kicked out of the restaurant,” Steve says, glancing at Tony briefly.
“We’re real adults, I told you,” Tony says, waving his finger at Steve.
Steve grabs Tony’s hand and kisses it softly. “I probably would never have met you if it hadn’t been for Erik,” he says and doesn’t let go.
Smiling, Tony lets silence hang for a moment before saying warmly, “I’ll have to thank him. On Wednesday, right? I’ll put it in my schedule. Just a moment.”
He tries to pull his hand away, but Steve still doesn’t let go. “You’ll remember,” Steve insists when he catches the kicked puppy look Tony is giving him.
Eventually, Tony gives up tugging and leans over to give Steve’s hand a kiss instead.
--
“Who knew that you could have academic conversations over dinner with friends?” Charles says into Erik’s shoulder on the way home.
“Amazing,” Erik replies, trying to focus on the road and not on Charles’ warm breath on his side.
Charles hums contentedly. “I can’t believe you were so worried about meeting Tony and then got more excited about his date,” he says, sounding quite pleased.
“Don’t worry,” Erik says, “I liked Tony.”
“Good,” Charles murmurs, “he’s important. To me.”
Erik tenses slightly, glancing down at Charles. “You’re going to make me jealous,” he says, and it’s only half a joke.
Charles twists closer, his fingers tightening on Erik’s arm. “Look who’s talking. You just spent the last three hours fawning over two very attractive men, neither of whom were me,” he says, but he doesn’t sound upset.
“Don’t worry,” Erik says, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel, “there’s no competition. Not even from Tony Stark himself.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Erik can see Charles beaming up at him, but he keeps his focus determinedly on the road. They’ll have plenty more time at home.
--End
I wrote a little more on the backstory for this and it can be read here.
Rating: M
Warnings: none, really.
Summary: Tony and Steve decide they need to meet new people. Charles and Erik have similar feelings. Non-powered, modern AU.
Note: Written for this prompt on the avengers kink meme. I got a little bit carried away with the backstory. Also, I’ve never written Steve or Tony before. They were tricky for me.
“Have no fear, I shall return these two to their beds unharmed. Fare thee well,” Thor says loudly, Clint thrown carelessly over his shoulder and Bruce leaning heavily against his side. Tony closes the door in his face to avoid being knocked over by a pat-thump, punch-on the shoulder.
He turns to survey the nearly destroyed living room where Steve is collecting empty cans and bottles. It’s two o’clock in the morning and really, barely any of the mess is even theirs.
“We’re not cleaning up the mess next time,” he says, at the same time that Steve asks, “How many times have they left us to clean up?”
They stare at each other for a few seconds before Tony lets out an annoyed bark of laughter. “We need new friends.”
The look Steve gives him at this says he doesn’t really disagree.
--
“Do we have any friends our age?” Erik asks dully as he watches Hank and Sean wrestle for the last Oreo across the room.
Charles makes a content noise into his beer and grins brightly back at Erik. “I think having younger friends is rather exciting,” he says, but, at the prompting of Erik’s unconvinced stare, adds, “and tiring. And a liability to my position at the university.”
Rolling his eyes, Erik pulls Charles’ cup out of his hand and says, “And yet you still provide the alcohol.”
“There’s always Logan,” Charles says, ignoring Erik’s comment.
“Logan doesn’t count,” Erik says sharply and Logan makes a rude gesture over the back of the couch he hasn’t left in hours.
“Emma?” Charles tries.
“No.”
Charles snatches his beer back from Erik and hums over the rim, wincing slightly at the sound of glass shattering in the kitchen. “You may have a point.”
--
Tony sets his iPhone and coffee down on the table abruptly. “By Wednesday, we’ll both have arranged at least one dinner with someone we don’t see on a day-to-day basis,” he says, voice challenging.
Raising a curious eyebrow, Steve asks, “Are there any other rules in this game?”
This has Tony smirking and picking up his phone again, his fingers and eyes moving quickly over the draft of rules he’s typing even as he speaks.
--
Erik runs a hand through his hair in frustration, completely incapable of focusing on the moment. “We do know other people, right?” he asks, pushing up onto his elbows.
“Of course,” Charles says absently, not looking up from the warm trail of kisses he’s leaving on Erik’s thigh.
Grumbling noisily, Erik drops back onto the bed and glares at the ceiling.
Charles sighs and glances up. “Actually,” he says, breath ghosting over Erik’s skin, “an old friend of mine from boarding school invited me out to dinner on Friday. And he said I should bring a date.”
Erik considers this for a moment, the idea of old friends not having occurred to him before, but his mind goes pleasantly blank as Charles’ mouth descends again.
--
“You look gorgeous today. Have I told you you look gorgeous yet? I think it’s something with your hair. Yes, definitely your hair. Did you do something to it? I was-”
“Tony!” Steve says loudly, grabbing at Tony’s arm in hopes that the physical contact will startle him into silence. “Tony. I appreciate that you noticed my haircut, but the rules are that we can’t have sex until we both have dinner dates, no matter how much flattery you use.”
Tony rolls his eyes and looks annoyed. “That’s a stupid rule. Who would make a rule like that?”
“You, Tony,” Steve says with a sigh.
“Well, I’ve scheduled us to have dinner with an old friend on Friday. That must count for something. Maybe I can kiss you and you can just stand there and-”
“Tony, no. Not until we both have dinner dates.”
Tony goes distant with thought for a moment and then grabs for Steve’s cell phone, turning away to shield his work from view. “Anna? No, you work with her. Cindy? No, she likes you. Deb? Jesus, Steve, how many women do you know?”
“Give me back my phone, Tony!” Steve says sternly, grabbing for it, but Tony’s already twisting away.
--
For a few moments after he wakes, Charles thinks that there must be an earthquake, but then he realizes that he is in New York and it is just something vibrating in the bed. Rolling over, he prods Erik in the back with his elbow. “Is that yours or mine?” he grumbles sleepily. It is 12:30 in the afternoon, an odd time for a nap for two grown men, but Charles doesn’t have class again until the evening and Erik doesn’t have class at all on Tuesday afternoons and they’d both sort of fallen into bed after their early lunch.
Erik groans in response, shoving his head under his pillow. “Yours, then,” Charles says, sighing as he reaches into Erik’s pocket to pull out the offending phone. Squinting blearily at the display, he asks, “Erik, who’s Cap?”
There are two seconds of silence before Erik throws off the covers and grabs for his phone. He takes a moment to read the text before typing back a rather long response.
“Erik?” Charles says, stretching and watching Erik carefully.
“Cap’s a friend from high school,” Erik says, staring down at his phone. He glances over at Charles, looking somewhat bemused. “We’re going to dinner with him next Wednesday.”
--
Steve has Tony pinned to the wall, still trying to reach his phone. Tony suspects Steve isn’t really trying because there’s no way Tony would ever beat Steve in any sort of physical competition and yet Tony somehow still has the phone.
“Give me my phone,” Steve says again, breath hot on Tony’s ear. Really, Tony should get a medal or something for not caving right then and there. He’s about to, he really is, about to drop his arms and sink into Steve, challenge be damned, but then the phone is vibrating in his hand.
“Hah!” Tony barks, triumphant. “Now we both have dinner dates.” He drops the phone without reading “Lehnsherr, Erik’s” response and distracts Steve from its crash to the floor by sliding his hands around his waist and leaning in for a kiss.
--
“No, Raven, we can’t come over tonight,” Erik says into the phone while pulling on his gloves. “We’re going out. No, not like that. We’re meeting-”
“Tony Stark,” Charles supplies, voice muffled in the closet.
“Tony… Stark. Raven. I have to go,” Erik says and hangs up the phone.
“Tony Stark, Charles? You went to school with the Tony Stark?” Erik asks, tone somewhere between awed and panicked.
Charles sighs and pats Erik’s arm. “Of course, darling. Regardless of what he’ll tell you, he is a human being; he did go to school.”
Glaring at Charles darkly, Erik pushes his way out the door, muttering, “could’ve told me sooner.”
--
“Isn’t this restaurant a little fancy for meeting friends?” Steve asks, straightening his tie as they walk to their table.
Tony waves him off. “Charles and I used to run around restaurants like this all the time. It annoyed our fathers to no end,” he says, grinning.
Sliding his coat onto the back of his chair, Steve sighs. “As long as you’re sure he can afford it,” he says, although he’s fairly sure he’s read about the Xavier family fortune in the papers more than once.
--
There’s a valet service at the door, but Erik refuses to trust his car to anyone else, not even Charles. “You should go inside,” Erik says, pulling up to the entrance. “I’ll park around the corner and be in in a few minutes.”
“Are you sure?” Charles asks, breaking out of a longing sort of look towards the doors to give Erik a sympathetic smile. “I could walk with you.”
“No, no,” Erik says, looking the other way. “Go in and meet-” here his breath catches in his throat a little, “Tony Stark.”
Charles searches Erik’s profile for a moment before beaming and pushing the door open. “I’ll see you inside, then,” he says, and slips out of the car.
Erik lets out a long sigh and rests his forehead on the steering wheel. He’s managed to delay meeting Tony Stark-Tony Stark, the best engineer in the world-a little longer.
--
Charles and Tony are hugging and it’s slightly more intimate than the rules of friendship demand, but then Charles has broken the hug and is shaking Steve’s hand and smiling and Steve finds himself charmed in an instant.
“My partner’s parking the car. He’ll be-ah! There he is!” Charles says, waving his vibrating phone in the air. “He seems to have gotten lost by the doors. I’ll just be a moment.” And he’s off back towards the door, presumably to find his date.
Tony’s smirking at him from his seat at the table. “See?” he asks. “This is great. He’s great. We’re going to have a great time.”
Steve is about to reply when he sees the man kissing Charles on the cheek across the room and freezes. “Tony,” he whispers, “is that Charles’ date?”
With a deep sigh, Tony turns to look for Charles in the crowd. “The one he’s about to start making out with in public? Yeah, I would think so. But Charles was always wild and adventurous. I suppose that man could be anyone,” he says, turning back to the wine menu.
“Tony,” Steve says, still frozen, “that’s Erik. That’s who we’re going to have dinner with on Wednesday.”
Tony looks up again. “Small world,” he says, tugging at Steve’s hand to get him to sit.
--
Erik is staring wide-eyed at Tony as they make their way across the room, stepping on purses and running into chairs. “If I’d have known you liked Tony Stark this much, I would have introduced you sooner,” Charles says, amused.
Grumbling something about not liking surprises, Erik suddenly stops walking. “Charles? Who’s that sitting next to T-Mr. Stark?” he asks.
“Steve, his boyfriend,” Charles says, exasperated, tugging at Erik’s sleeve.
When they finally make it to the table, Steve jumps up and pulls Erik into decidedly manly hug, the way Erik only hugs his baseball friends. “Erik!” Steve says, taking a small step back, “it’s been too long!”
Charles and Tony share a look, smiling as Erik and Steve exchange pleasantries, before Charles steals the wine menu out of Tony’s hands.
Tony clears his throat. “Well?” he asks. “Anyone going to introduce me?”
--
Tony’s in the front seat mumbling softly about the car’s engine the way he does when he drinks just a little too much red wine while Steve drives them home.
“We just had dinner out with friends who were our age and we drank and we didn’t get kicked out of the restaurant,” Steve says, glancing at Tony briefly.
“We’re real adults, I told you,” Tony says, waving his finger at Steve.
Steve grabs Tony’s hand and kisses it softly. “I probably would never have met you if it hadn’t been for Erik,” he says and doesn’t let go.
Smiling, Tony lets silence hang for a moment before saying warmly, “I’ll have to thank him. On Wednesday, right? I’ll put it in my schedule. Just a moment.”
He tries to pull his hand away, but Steve still doesn’t let go. “You’ll remember,” Steve insists when he catches the kicked puppy look Tony is giving him.
Eventually, Tony gives up tugging and leans over to give Steve’s hand a kiss instead.
--
“Who knew that you could have academic conversations over dinner with friends?” Charles says into Erik’s shoulder on the way home.
“Amazing,” Erik replies, trying to focus on the road and not on Charles’ warm breath on his side.
Charles hums contentedly. “I can’t believe you were so worried about meeting Tony and then got more excited about his date,” he says, sounding quite pleased.
“Don’t worry,” Erik says, “I liked Tony.”
“Good,” Charles murmurs, “he’s important. To me.”
Erik tenses slightly, glancing down at Charles. “You’re going to make me jealous,” he says, and it’s only half a joke.
Charles twists closer, his fingers tightening on Erik’s arm. “Look who’s talking. You just spent the last three hours fawning over two very attractive men, neither of whom were me,” he says, but he doesn’t sound upset.
“Don’t worry,” Erik says, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel, “there’s no competition. Not even from Tony Stark himself.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Erik can see Charles beaming up at him, but he keeps his focus determinedly on the road. They’ll have plenty more time at home.
--End
I wrote a little more on the backstory for this and it can be read here.