The Core (page 4)
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Steve
Tony hadn’t forgotten about his two other teammates, per se, but he hadn’t wondered about any of it as intently after his and Bruce’s second ‘session’. Frankly, he didn’t know what else to call it and it wasn’t his standard way of having sex so for the time being, session it was.
It wasn’t unlike Steve to ask Tony down to the gym. While their physical capabilities were quite different, they could still spar, although usually Steve chose one of the other Avengers for that; Natasha and Clint were both well trained and could hold their own, actually making Steve sweat, but they were still on some long-term mission for S.H.I.E.L.D.; Thor, of course, was a perfect match for Steve but he, too, was away. Bruce was never asked to spar, for obvious reasons, and the scientist would use the gym at his own pace, keeping fit but not wanting to do it while someone else was around.
That left Tony, who for all his practice with Happy and other capable instructors wasn’t a super-soldier, master assassin, or a Norse god. Most of the time Steve tried to teach him things, especially once he realized Tony had no formal training whatsoever. The first time Steve had just stood there, gaping at Tony as if unable to believe Fury would let someone on their team who wasn’t capable of handling himself in a fight. Tony almost went to put on the suit that day to show him just how incapable he was.
After that Steve had been more diplomatic about it and while he still threw Tony down a fair bit, he took it easy on him. Tony wasn’t certain what that was all about because it sure as hell wasn’t a workout for Steve. The possibility that it was either amusement or pity ended most of their sparring in arguments started by Tony’s wounded pride and him limping out of the gym, usually sulking for the next day at least.
This time didn’t seem any different. Steve insisted on some hand-to-hand training and Tony obliged him. Any injuries from their last battle were gone and he wasn’t any more sore than usual from over-extended visits to his work area.
Tony tightened the laces of his running shoes, smoothed down his sleek pants and then pulled off the long-sleeved shirt to leave only his tank top on; he was going to be sweating like a pig soon so there was no reason to make himself more uncomfortable.
Steve was currently on the other side of the mat, looking like he had already warmed up for quite a bit before getting Tony to agree to join him. It was criminal how bulky he managed to look in such a simple t-shirt but that was something Tony had stopped lamenting a long time ago.
“You ready, Cap?” Tony called out.
Steve nodded and stepped onto the mat, Tony doing the same. The material gave a bit beneath his weight and Tony knew he would be extremely thankful for at least that small amount of softness once his body was acquainted with the floor a couple times more than was necessary.
They circled each other and Tony moved forward first - he always did, no matter how much he tried to keep himself in check - trying to get one good hit in before the other man noticed but Steve dodged away effortlessly, just leaning back to avoid being hit, then slinked to the side. Tony went at it a few more times, growing frustrated, especially when Steve didn’t respond.
“Is this a new game?” Tony snapped at length. “If you just wanted to play tag, I have better things to do with my time.”
Either Steve had been waiting for it or he just happened to make up his mind at that very instant, because he charged forward, shoulder against Tony’s middle, tackling him down to the mat hard under his weight. Air left Tony’s lungs and it took him a few seconds to draw any of it back in. Once he did, however, he moved his legs up, trying to dislodge Steve from on top of him, partially managing that. Tony knew he wasn’t fighting pretty but neither was the other man so he kicked up once Steve gave him enough space, attempting to knee him in the stomach and have him roll to the side.
Steve lifted his body out of the way, which was almost as good, giving Tony room to bring one arm up and press at Steve’s neck and shoulder to give himself more room to maneuver, to slip from underneath him and back to his feet. Tony had gotten to his knees when Steve rolled to the side and onto his feet, elegant and powerful at the same time, agile for someone who had spent a good part of seven decades frozen in ice.
Tony picked up the speed, struggling to his feet, facing him in a low stance, afraid to slow himself down but knowing he would never stand a chance if he just tried to be quick, because he would never be quicker than the other man, no matter their size differences.
They circled again and Tony wondered if this was a new trick to get him off guard because Steve looked like he was a little off his game. Usually by this time Tony had been laid out on the mat at least half a dozen times, wheezing for air and smarting with new bruises. After a while his impatience got the better of him yet again and he went in with a half-hearted attempt to hit the other man while instead aiming at Steve’s legs. However, something gave him away and Steve dropped him to the mat instead, forcing Tony to count to three before trying to even move any body parts.
When he actually managed to see straight again, Steve was standing above him, chest heaving slightly, a strip of skin peeking out from beneath the shirt which could only be seen from this angle, Tony realized. It was a good angle, highlighting the broadness of his chest. He debated whether he could just lie there a bit longer, looking up at the other man -
“Tired?” Steve asked.
Tony gritted his teeth and rolled back up to his feet, slightly less steady but he wasn’t going to admit defeat prematurely. He didn’t bother circling this time, just going at Steve, not even sure what he was doing because he knew there was no way he was getting past Steve’s moves and no sooner was he within touching distance that Steve’s arm came up, probably to block him, so Tony dodged that, moving under his guard and delivering a blow.
He actually hit him, which caught Tony by surprise.
Steve didn’t stumble back. He wasn’t bleary-eyed. What he did do was push into Tony’s space, the arm currently behind Tony diving down, gripping his thigh, upsetting his balance and then they were both falling, hard, and Tony felt like the arc reactor rattled around his chest cavity at the impact. Well, not quite; Steve’s other arm held his weight up from crushing Tony where it counted most but he was still on top of him, more heavily now that they were on the mat and Tony couldn’t even imagine fighting back before he had once again filled his lungs.
That was when Steve tightened the hand still holding the back of his thigh and while Tony was trying to figure out whether there was another attack coming, he almost missed the first sensation of Steve’s hard cock digging in against his hip. Almost. Tony had never missed a sexual anything in his life and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now. It came out of nowhere, though, and he just lay there, like a flattened tire, trying to figure out what was going on.
Steve hoisted Tony’s leg higher, shifting his hips and it made his intent very clear; he was seeking friction. His breaths were fast, almost angry. Tony was afraid to meet his eyes, to see the look in them and figure out what exactly was going on. He felt Steve’s gaze burning a hole in his forehead, though, and eventually he couldn’t avoid looking back.
He decided at once that none of the bootleg porn featuring someone dressed up as Captain America did justice to the real thing. A few strands of hair had fallen to Steve’s forehead, a slight frown set between his eyebrows and he looked so determined yet so nervous… And at the same time a spark of lust filled the blue orbs of his eyes, coloring his cheeks and his hold was still firm on Tony’s leg, unrelenting and continuing to make his point.
Tony’s hips jerked and his eyes remained locked on Steve’s, unable to move, pinned along with the rest of his body. The movements of Steve’s body were becoming move obvious, grinding down against him, chafing and unsatisfactory yet the fiction was building things towards a rather pleasant burn of arousal and release.
“You want this,” Steve finally stated as if he had just figured something out.
Tony let out a sound that wasn’t exactly a ‘yes’ but he didn’t go for an actual verbal reply because accidentally admitting this was in the kiddy pool area of his teenage lust for Captain America might have ruined the mood. Kiddy pool was just fine because it was more than he had actually dared to hope for, regardless of what Bruce had said - and yes, his brain decided to recall that piece of a discussion right then, making his cock jerk insistently and his legs trying to find purchase to push back against the other man.
Steve’s movements lacked finesse and direction although he was quickly getting the hang of it. Tony wondered if he had ever done this before - it was possible he hadn’t - and that he was soldiering through this like he had rolled with everything else in his life since becoming a super-soldier. He was good at adapting, taking in new information and running with it, and Tony really had no reason to give him directions now should that make him hesitate and back off.
The heat between them grew and Steve shifted his body, kneeling up then using both his hands to grab Tony’s hips, lifting them clear off the floor and rutting against him with strength and ease that wasn’t entirely human. Tony groaned, locking his legs around Steve’s body and trying to counter his movements although that probably left even worse bruises on the skin of his hips.
It was going to be a glorious sight tomorrow.
Steve leaned forward, just slightly, and Tony jerked his head up, as if anticipating his next move. Their mouths collided between gasps for air. There was nothing pretty about it and it ended way too soon as Steve pulled back and grunted, hips driving close one more time before stilling.
Tony belatedly realized he must have just come.
Steve dropped him unceremoniously, Tony’s legs not squeezing in time to stop his fall. It was just a few inches and the mat softened the impact considerably, yet Tony felt startled by it and felt ready to snap something about the pure disregard for his comfort. Before he could do that, however, Steve’s hand was fisting his groin - or more precisely, his cock - through his pants and Tony’s hips shot up in the most undignified manner possible and he came hard, the firm grasp jerking him clumsily through the clothing to bring him off the rest of the way, leaving him gasping and blinking at the lights.
It had been a while since he’d come in his pants but since none of this was actually his own doing he wasn’t going to count this as that kind of accident. When he finally geared a few brain cells towards possible damage control, he found Steve still on the mat between his spread legs, looking at him as if he were)drawing him with his mind’s eye.
“I always thought of you as the romantic type; dinner and candles, jazz in the background,” Tony commented.
“You don’t know me very well,” Steve replied. “Sure, all that would be nice but that’s not what this is about.”
“I’m not worth it?” Tony asked, grinning slightly.
“It’s not what you want,” Steve corrected.
Tony pursed his lips, thinking about it. “I’m not sure rutting on the gymnasium floor is what I really wanted, either,” he shot back then, irritation beginning to crawl out now that the sex was apparently over.
“Duly noted,” the other man stated, getting to his feet with zero shakiness. “Maybe the next time we spar together, you’ll be thinking of this instead of how many ways I can throw you to the floor.”
Tony wasn’t certain he heard it right and kept processing the words until he was fairly certain Steve had said what he thought he had said and it was entirely too upfront and kinky to be him. Lifting himself up on his arms, Tony regarded the other man. “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t sound like you.”
“You mean I don’t sound like a 40’s virgin?” Steve shot back, voice hard. Clearly Tony was getting under his skin again because he reserved that tone for him and only him.
“Point taken,” Tony muttered, still uncertain where this was coming from and started lifting himself up since he really didn’t want to piss Steve off and end up face first on the mat, again, possibly with a concussion.
“We both need a shower,” Steve observed.
“Your powers of deduction are truly formidable,” Tony raised an eyebrow at him, finally upright. A bit self-consciously he slid a hand down and shifted his now-soft cock into a better position. His hand came back slightly damp.
Steve didn’t say anything else; he simply grabbed Tony’s arm, dragging him towards the gym shower. Tony knew that short of throwing himself on the floor, he wasn’t going to stop the other man from manhandling him, and even then Steve could just drag him the rest of the way by his ankle.
“I have a shower in my room,” Tony began to protest. There was a communal shower at the gym, as well as a changing room with lockers for everyone’s stuff, whatever they chose to store there for their workout.
“And I have one in mine,” Steve shot back.
“So we can just go and -”
“No,” Steve said and shoved him towards the door of the showers, standing between Tony and the exit from the locker room. They stared at each other for a moment, Tony trying to read the situation and Steve just standing there. “Take your clothes off,” Steve finally said.
“You could have just asked nicely,” Tony replied and toed off his shoes.
“Really?” Steve raised an eyebrow and took off his own shoes, then dragged his shirt over his head, after which he made quick work of his pants, standing there in all his glory and Tony hadn’t even gotten his socks off yet because it was hard not to look at the perfection of humanity standing in front of him at half mast.
Yeah, Steve was getting hard again. Apparently it was another thing Bruce’s attempts to replicate the serum hadn’t succeeded in.
“Do you need help?” Steve asked then, impatience in his voice.
Tony blinked and guessed he’d never had such a hard time taking off his clothes before, so he tugged off his socks and slid down his already soiled pants and underwear, then hesitated, his fingers skirting the edge of the tank top but not lifting it over his head.
Steve regarded him then stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “Take it off,” he said, more softly now, his fingers joining Tony’s, tugging at the edge of the remaining piece of clothing between them.
Tony did, guessing he should just get it over with. He threw the top to the side then stood there, Steve’s chest almost touching his as he breathed. The comparison was painful; carved muscles next to the scarred skin and the arc reactor throwing a blue glow between them regardless of the lights above. Sure, Tony was in good shape for a man his age; he did most of his own work and worked out regularly, even before becoming Iron Man. Next to Steve, however, he felt every year and every scar.
“You’re beautiful,” Steve told him.
“Is that an artistic opinion?” Tony asked, eyes shooting up.
“You really can’t take a compliment, can you?”
“Oh, I soak them up like a sponge. Just… not when they’re dishonest.”
“You think I’m lying?” Steve’s voice hardened and he crowded Tony, forcing him to take a step backwards.
“You’re being nice, and I don’t like it,” Tony narrowed his eyes. “I’ve seen it on people’s faces before. ‘Poor Tony got a hole cut in his chest and a piece of tech jammed into it; let’s pretend not to notice it. It makes for a good night light anyway.’”
Steve blinked, something akin to horror passing over his features until he seemed to shake it. “Really? People say that?”
“They don’t need to.”
“So you’re just imagining it?”
“If you saw me naked for the first time - okay, which you just did - what was the first thing you noticed?”
“Your eyes,” Steve answered without hesitation.
Tony blinked. “My eyes?”
“Well, that’s one of the first things,” Steve admitted. “I’ve never really gotten a good look at the arc reactor before so of course I noticed that, too, but… It’s not what makes you beautiful, although it adds to it. You’re human, and for me that makes all the difference. There’s no serum that’s made you the way you are, just hard work.”
“Right, because I overshadow every other human in comparison in this house,” Tony huffed, trying for a sarcastic smile and failing miserably.
“Just because Clint has a nice body doesn’t mean I prefer his over yours,” Steve leaned towards him. “I’m not with him right now, am I?”
Tony considered that for about two seconds. “This is just a team-building exercise,” he decided then, recalling where this had all begun. “Because I’m a special snowflake and need a little extra attention to make the team work.”
Steve snorted, something he usually didn’t do with such passion. “I think you understand very well why we’re doing this and are just refusing to admit it. The three of us agreed on a path that wasn’t chosen lightly.”
“The three of you didn’t include me in any of the choosing,” Tony protested.
“You were too busy trying to get yourself killed to be included in the decision making process,” Steve definitely leaned over him this time, pressing Tony back against the wall by the bathroom door. The doorframe pressed against his shoulder blade as he tried in vain to stand his ground. “Of what I’ve learned from Bruce, you’re on board with the idea and I haven’t heard any protestations so far.”
Tony guessed that was the truth although he could still rant about how he had no clear picture of what exactly the three other Avengers had decided to do and how Bruce’s sessions and a little frottage with Steve went together.
He was in the process of figuring that out when he felt something brush his thigh and noted that Steve had gone past a little more than just half-mast during their discussion. Staring down at his straining flesh, Tony felt his resolve liquefy. Why was he arguing? He’d never had a problem accepting sex from people, especially strong, beautiful people - and all of the Avengers were just that. Well, with Natasha he might take some evasive maneuvers since he didn’t trust her even now, but the rest were good wet dream material and Steve was offering more…
“Shower,” Steve noted and Tony slid in through the door, knowing he wasn’t going to protest so there was no reason to pretend he might. He was about to choose a stall when Steve pulled him over to another, fitting them both in there nicely because Tony never designed anything that wasn’t larger or better than what others might have.
Steve started the water then dropped a hand to his cock, stroking it. Tony’s eyes followed as if they were magnets and Steve’s other arm came up, tugging him to his chest. Tony took the invitation, lifting his hands and tracing the curves he had pretty much memorized from old posters, only they hadn’t usually been on display in all their naked glory.
Tony joined his lips to his questing fingers, licking Steve’s collarbone, the dip between his pecs, then over to one nipple, tugging at it with his teeth. The taste of sweat was rapidly being washed away by the water. He heard Steve’s breathing catch then felt a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down while the other continued the steady motion on his cock. Tony traced his fingers down those incredible abs, feeling them tense at the sensation, then got on his knees - realizing only then that there was a shower mat beneath him, too conveniently placed for it to be an accident. He looked up at Steve, raising an eyebrow, but got waylaid from making any comments as he looked at Steve’s hand moving over his flesh and the invisible magnet seemed to take hold again, making his eyes follow until he felt a bit dizzy.
It may have also been that he had forgotten to breathe because Captain America was jerking off right next to his face and how had he gotten here, exactly?
Steve’s hand stilled and fell away. Tony didn’t need a red carpet invitation to crash this party; he moved forward, settling his legs into a better position because this could take a while, then fitted his lips around the head of Steve’s cock.
It had been a while since his last time on his knees for someone - a male someone, specifically - but his brain was excellent at storing necessary data and he lashed his tongue out past his lips, toying with the underside of the head, then moved down along the firm length, feeling every pulse and slight jerk. He mouthed all the way to the root, sucking there, taking a moment to tongue the balls then moved back up to the head, licking it, poking his tongue at the slit then taking it in again, slowly, deeper and deeper and pulling back just before it could get uncomfortable.
One of Steve’s hands came up to his head, running fingers into his hair that was slowly getting wetter as drops of water made their way down Steve’s body to his. The small rivulets traced Steve’s muscles just as Tony’s fingers and lips had, his eyes drinking in the sight as he teased the side of the cock before moving back to the head and taking it in once more, this time a bit deeper. Once he had the gag reflex at least somewhat under control, he started bobbing his head, closing his eyes against the random spatter of water.
Tony drew back, jaw widening to accommodate Steve’s girth and to let his tongue play. He took a few deep breaths then went for it again. Steve shifted, the movement of his hips bringing him closer and Tony wished he could take it all but that wasn’t going to happen. Maybe another time…
The slight change in position allowed more of the water to rain down on Tony and at the next inhale he felt his throat constrict and a brief wave of panic hit him as his nose burned. He backed off quickly, gasping for air and Steve’s hand moved to his face.
“You okay?” he asked.
Tony wiped his nose to rid himself of the sensation of water up the nasal cavity. “Can you… shut that off?” he asked, pointing vaguely at the shower head. He didn’t watch Steve do it but the water stopped after a moment and the hand returned to his hair, strong fingers caressing the nape of his neck. With the brief yet ugly flashback under control, Tony reached up to hook his fingers around the base of Steve’s cock and returned to work with twice the gusto, making the man above him moan softly as his mouth worked him relentlessly. Steve kept from thrusting with a thread of control Tony admired but it only let Tony do what he wanted, wandering down the shaft every now and then, touching every inch before taking him in again, fingers jerking the blond at the same time.
He heard something slap against the stall wall and opened one eye long enough to see Steve’s hand firmly pressed against it, fingers slightly crooked in tension. His eyes were half-closed, probably struggling between looking at Tony take his cock and closing them entirely. His body was tense, every muscle trembling and Tony sucked on the head, his hand picking up speed and intensity.
Steve’s fingers tightening in Tony’s wet hair was all the real warning the other man got before his hips jerked forward. It was a good thing he had just the head in Tony’s mouth because it might have gotten real awkward real fast with a dislocated jaw and teeth-marks on Steve’s cock. As it was, Tony accommodated the movement and was somewhat prepared for the cum that shot into his mouth. Steve pulled back soon after, still holding onto his hair, panting as if he had just ran a couple miles. Tony swallowed slowly, rotated his jaw to ease the tension then sat back on his legs, knees aching slightly but the shower mat had really made it more pleasant than it had the right to be.
It didn’t take long for Steve to recover, which meant pulling Tony up and into a kiss that was a bit more controlled than the one they had shared on the gym floor. Whether Steve recognized his taste in Tony’s mouth, he didn’t say, nor did Tony ask.
“Can I turn the water back on?” Steve asked after a bit.
Tony did it for him, not commenting on the question or offering an explanation.
Steve found soap and offered it to Tony first, then washed himself. It may have been easier to go to different stalls for this but it was strangely intimate - plus Steve’s hands suddenly wandered over to Tony’s body when he was barely done lathering himself and the water was already washing the suds off. His fingers traced his chest, then fell to his hips. There weren’t bruises yet but Tony could swear he felt them forming.
From there, somehow, it seemed natural that Steve’s right hand moved behind him, between his ass cheeks and Tony just stood there, staring at Steve’s shoulder as he felt fingers part the globes and slide two digits over his hole. Steve’s left hand joined the right, to help, closing Tony in a strange embrace. Tony closed his eyes against the water, pressing his face in Steve’s chest and nipping at the skin with his teeth, teasing the hard lines just as Steve teased his hole.
“You don’t have to, you know,” Tony mused after a while. “I don’t think I’ll be able to get it up again, anyway.”
“You will,” Steve said, his face close to Tony’s ear where he was sort of looking over his shoulder. “We’re not done yet.”
Tony was fairly certain his cock didn’t jerk at the words but his asshole definitely clenched around Steve’s finger as it breached him. The other man’s words rattled around his brain, trying to find a corner where they would make more sense. Of course Tony knew what he meant, that part was quite obvious, but he most certainly hadn’t expected things to move much further than the shower after it was clear Steve wanted Tony to blow him.
Then again, Steve’s cock may or may have not been getting slightly harder against Tony’s leg and the guy really had a magnificently short refractory period.
The finger had now worked its way completely inside Tony, shifting slightly but without proper lube it was bound to become uncomfortable soon. Steve may have realized that, or he may have just deemed they had wasted enough water because he withdrew, finished rinsing himself off then shut the water off and stepped out of the stall, leaving Tony to follow him.
There were plenty of clean towels available - mostly because some of the Avengers never remembered to bring their own and would steal those of others, after which it was easier to have them available should anyone need them. Steve picked up two, tossing one at Tony and then proceeding to towel himself dry. Tony did the same, wondering what the next stage of Cap’s plan would be. It seemed to include stepping out of the bathroom because Steve returned to the lockers and Tony followed.
Steve had folded his towel on a bench between the two rows of lockers. He moved over to his, opening the door and rummaging around inside. Tony stood, waiting, the towel balled up in his hands. Steve must have found what he was looking for and glanced over, a strange, almost affectionate smile on his lips. “You’re seriously not hiding after we just showered together.”
Tony glanced down. His hands - and the towel in them - happened to rest at groin level, but that was totally an accident. To prove that point, Tony tossed the towel to the bench, making a statement. He might have had a very short moment where he confessed his physical inferiority to Captain America but he was still Tony Stark and people had seen him naked so many times there was no reason to hide anything.
Now one of those people was Steve and he had just seen plenty more than most of the general public ever dared to dream.
Steve reached out, placing something on the bench, then took Tony’s towel and folded it as well, placing it on top of the other. “Come here,” he said next.
Tony walked over, eyes landing on the item Steve had fished out of his locker and placed on the bench. He did a double take to confirm that yes, it was lube. Not just some random lotion but one of the better brands. Not knowing what to say, Tony’s eyes shot up to meet Steve’s. There was no blush, no stuttering. Steve simply reached over, touching the side of Tony’s face with one hand and taking his upper arm with the other, turning him around and making him sit on the bench, then urged him back. Tony felt like a marionette being tugged along by invisible strings and found his head resting on the folded, damp towels. They were like a makeshift pillow.
He could see it all now, every move building up to this; the towels were placed high enough on the bench that Tony’s entire body could rest on it, relatively comfortable. Steve straddle the bench by his feet, moving closer, urging Tony’s legs around his hips to allow him to proceed with his carefully laid out plan. He had even planted lube in his locker which meant he had intended to take this outside the gym area. The shower mat in the stall proved that pit-stop had been very much intended as well.
Tony settled his feet on the bench behind Steve’s back, his fingers wrapping around the bench’s edges in what could be seen as an attempt to not fall off but it rather gave him something to use to ground himself.
“You do this often?” Tony had to ask when Steve opened the lube and coated his fingers - among them the finger that had already been introduced to Tony’s body in the shower.
“I know how it works, if that’s what you’re asking,” Steve noted, and just like that his left hand clutched Tony’s right ass cheek, to give himself a better view no doubt and two fingers slid inside Tony’s ass, no apology or hesitation. Either it was intentional or he just didn’t know his own strength - and whichever it was, Tony felt hot all of a sudden and decided he might just be ready for round two sooner rather than later.
“So you’ve got me right were you wanted,” Tony commented, unable to shut up, trying not to close his eyes against the intruding sensation. Steve didn’t have finesse which confirmed Tony’s suspicion that the man hadn’t had much experience in this area. He was learning quickly, though, reading Tony’s miniscule reaction.
When Steve didn’t answer, Tony shifted slightly, one of his heels tapping against his naked ass. “Did you expect me to be this easy?” he asked.
“I’ve been told you don’t turn sex down easily,” Steve noted, brow slightly furrowed in concentration. Tony wondered what he was doing until he felt a third finger works its way into him, stretching him further. Steve had been generous with the lube, though, so discomfort wasn’t really an issue that lasted for very long.
“And if I hadn’t come quietly?” Tony pressed, breathing a bit deeper. “Would you have thrown me over your lap and spanked me?”
Steve looked up at his words, pinning Tony quite effectively with his expression. “I won’t hit you,” he stated outright. “We have enough violence out on the field.”
“It’s not… You know, some people enjoy a little rough-housing and I did hear from a reliable source you wanted to spank me earlier.”
Steve flushed at that. “Bruce told you,” he guessed.
“Yeah. It was kind of hot, all things considered,” Tony grinned. “I’m up for it, you know. If you ever…”
The fingers jabbed as deep as they could go, shutting him up momentarily while they rotated and damn, okay, maybe Steve knew exactly where his prostate was.
“Keep your options wide open is all I’m saying,” Tony finally gritted out and shifted again, which hardly made it better. Steve lowered his gaze again and Tony felt his hand shift, one of the fingers disappearing, leaving him feeling a bit empty. “I don’t mean to be driving from the backseat but you’re doing it in the wrong order,” Tony complained.
“Am I now?” Steve asked.
“Yeah. You should be adding, not subtracting.”
Steve spread his fingers, which, okay, was probably as wide as Tony was going to get with this amount of prep. He moaned, rather shamelessly, feeling the power of mere digits. He should keep in mind he had once seen Steve punch a hole in a wall.
“Are you ready?”
“What?” Tony blinked. “Ready, yeah. Born ready.” He wasn’t exactly certain what they were talking about but Steve withdrew his fingers then reached out with his left hand and took one of the towels. He wiped his fingers then reached for the lube and began coating his cock which now appeared just as rock hard as it had been in the shower.
Once he was done, Steve folded the towel again and returned it back to its place when Tony lifted his head. He shifted slightly closer, the wet tip of his cock brushing against Tony’s inner thigh.
“A moment, cowboy,” Tony interrupted, his brain catching up with the action. “Maybe we should use -”
“A condom?” Steve raised an eyebrow. “We won’t.”
It sounded non-negotiable and Tony blinked for a moment. “We won’t?” he asked then, frowning. “I’m sure your sex ed is a little out of date although I was sure S.H.I.E.L.D. would have taken care of that -”
“I can’t get sick,” Steve interrupted him. “I can’t carry diseases or transmit them. I want nothing between us when I come inside your body.”
“Okay,” was all Tony was ever going to say to that. He might have to toast his dad when he drank the next time, for bringing about this perfect super-soldier specimen that had somehow ended up naked between his thighs and was intent on barebacking him - and coming inside him, apparently. None of them were pleasures Tony’d had before; of all the stupid shit he had done in his youth, this hadn’t been one of them. He had been careful about the few things that counted.
With that out of the way, Steve raised Tony’s hips with one hand, fingers pressing against faint bruises as he guided the head of his cock to Tony’s entrance and then pushed in. Tony closed his eyes this time, not wanting anything to take away the perfect feeling of this moment.
Steve stayed still for a moment then rocked back and forth, sinking more of his flesh inside him at every thrust until Tony felt the heat of his groin against the backs of his thighs. He opened his eyes, forcing them to focus, to drink in the sight. He was rewarded, too, with a slight expression of wonder on Steve’s face, his eyes finding Tony’s before he continued to move, growing more certain as his body reminded him of something that had been a mating imperative since the birth of their species. It was amazing to see it take over him and Tony enjoyed that just about as much as the feel of him. Well, maybe not as much…
Tony shifted his legs, lifting his hips slightly to allow Steve more room to maneuver. One hand was still holding his hip, pressing a new set of marks into the skin while the other sought purchase against the bench. Tony’s cock was starting to fill and he reached down to touch it, bringing his own pleasure along.
Steve yanked his hips slightly higher, trying to find a better angle and Tony hissed at the change, feeling pre-cum wet the head and making it easier to stroke himself. The other man was like a being of restless energy next to him and soon enough Steve was moving again, this time pulling Tony’s legs up and over his shoulder, leaning over. Tony had to grip the bench with both hands to keep himself from slipping although he was sure Steve had him pinned firmly enough to not fall. He wasn’t about to risk it, though, and ruin a perfectly good orgasm in the making.
“That’s it, Cap,” Tony encouraged when Steve found more room to move, pounding into him. Tony risked lifting one hand to his lap, to jerk himself again, feeling the wonderful peak drawing closer. Just a little while longer and he would be right there -
A grip on his wrist pulled his hand away from his cock and was instead replaced by an almost painful hold at the base, throwing him totally off the path to pleasure. “What the fuck, Rogers?” Tony snapped, thighs trembling slightly at the loss of his orgasmic bliss.
Steve was still moving, pace only slightly wavering. “You didn’t say the magic word,” he informed Tony and lowered his hand again.
“Magic word?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “Please, Cap, please let me come? Is that better?”
Steve shook his head and continued to thrust, faster and deeper. Tony gritted his teeth and started anew, bringing his hand up and fisting himself, soothing the ache. Steve didn’t stop, focusing on driving inside him, then suddenly he bucked up and grunted, chest heaving. Tony blinked, momentarily frozen. He felt a slight warmth of wetness inside him and realized what had just happened; Steve had come.
“Thanks for waiting for me,” Tony commented.
Steve merely smiled, lowered Tony’s legs and returned them to their original place behind his back. He leaned forward, still inside Tony’s body, kissing him slowly. Tony accepted that, playing tag with his lips and tongue while jerking himself. He was getting closer and Steve had just started to slightly rut against him. It didn’t feel like he had gone soft at all and it was entirely possible his body was just throwing itself into another gear.
When Tony started getting close again, gasping against Steve’s lips, the hand made a reappearance, intervening and dislocating Tony’s hold. “Cap, I swear I’ll…” Tony started but didn’t know how exactly to threaten a man who could easily put him through the bench they currently lay on.
“Ask for it,” Steve told him.
“Please?” Tony said mockingly, then tried a bit more convincing: “Captain Rogers, please give me permission to come with your big cock inside me.”
Steve’s brow furrowed and he leaned back, sitting up. His hips shifted just slightly, thus shifting his cock inside Tony and he resumed moving again, just small movements that teased more than gave him actual relief. Tony tried twisting, tried moving, even attempted to bring his hands up again but Steve caught them both and held them with one hand over his head. With one hand free, he resumed his hold on Tony’s cock, maintaining pressure at the base and once again banishing Tony’s orgasm a few steps backwards.
“You’re an evil man,” Tony informed him. “I never pegged you for a sadist.”
“I told you what you need to do to get what you want,” Steve replied.
“I asked for it!” Tony argued.
“Wasn’t good enough,” Steve murmured against his neck, lowering his face to nip a trail down from Tony’s chin to his shoulder and upper arm.
“Please, sir?” Tony tried. Maybe Steve had a military kink. After all, he was part of the military, or had been, and one never knew. Steve smiled, still moving against him and into him but Tony could tell it wasn’t good enough. “Oh Captain, my Captain?” Tony went on, receiving a rather stinging bite on the underside of his arm. “You’re just being a jerk, Cap,” he gasped at him.
Steve straightened up again, released his wrists, then tugged Tony’s body up, pulling him upright and shifting him so that he sat in his lap. All this rearranging and his cock never once left the confines of Tony’s ass; it was better coordination than Tony had on his best day. Tony groaned at the change in angle and tried moving his legs to allow himself some leverage. Steve’s fingers fanned out on his hips again, gripping them, then with what seemed like minimal effort he started moving Tony up and down. Tony found his legs and curled them at his sides, elevating himself slightly. Steve let him, kissing his chest instead. Tony couldn’t feel it and glanced down to see what he was up to, then froze at the sight of the other man kissing the arc reactor, not exactly trying to French kiss it but pretty darn close. Tony’s cock jumped a little between their stomachs and his toes curled.
Even if it was the last thing he would do, he moved along with Steve, up and down. With the other man holding most of his weight, Tony took the chance to place his arms around Steve’s shoulders. Steve continued his strange game with the device in his chest and tongued its edges, making Tony’s twitch against him. Steve’s fingers gripped his hips harder, if possible, moving him up and down with new determination. Tony tried to rub against him, to get some relief, but apparently he still hadn’t said the right thing to be allowed to come.
At least Bruce had been very clear about the rules during their sessions…
“Come on, Cap, I need to… Rogers, I’m going to burst, I swear,” Tony whined, his movements getting more erratic. Having been denied release twice already, he was getting desperate.
“Say the right word and I’ll fuck you through it,” Steve promised, looking up, pupils wide and lips red.
Tony kissed him, trying to think of a magic word, biting Steve’s lip thoughtfully as if it was his own. The thrusts continued, maddening, going deep and slow, brushing at his prostate but not firmly enough. His knees were beginning to ache, pressing against the bench and his body curled around another potential orgasm. He didn’t want to lose this one; it was going to be spectacular as it was.
“Please, let me come,” he tried, sarcasm gone, his eyes wide. He knew it worked, should work.
Still Steve denied him, looking at him and waiting, ready to restrain Tony’s hands should they wander from his shoulders. After a few more thrusts he shifted his body again, pushing up harder, making sparks shoot up Tony’s spine, tingling and still not good enough. There had to be something he didn’t get and Tony desperately tried to come up with it.
“Steve,” he started again, ready to launch into a new wave of pleas, but it seemed as if the tension had snapped in the other man and Tony found himself thrown back on the bench, Steve’s mouth on his neck, sucking, biting and licking, his hand on Tony’s cock and his thrusts almost uncontrolled. Tony’s entire body jerked, his orgasm right there and he clutched at Steve’s shoulders, probably breaking skin but he didn’t care, it was so fucking good and Steve’s cock kept banging into him while his fingers jerked the tip of Tony’s dick. It was like discovering a new element as Tony came, body seizing and a shout tearing itself free from his throat as he figured it out: “Steve!”
It was amazing, he was positively shaking and Steve fucked into him all the way through it then stopped, shoving his body up the bench a good three inches as he came inside him again with a groan against Tony’s neck.
Tony would have loved to watch him pull out, to kiss him, to see whether he had actually left marks on that broad back but he was too far gone, lethargy taking over straight after the pleasure ebbed away, his eyelids so heavy, heart still thrumming in his chest, the warm afterglow lulling him into well-deserved rest.
- - -
Steve pulled out carefully, savoring every inch, every sensation. Tony’s body was going limp, his breaths evening out and after all the pent up frustration he looked so very relaxed lying there.
With a fond smile Steve sat back for a moment, trying to calm himself down. His body was past sated. He hadn’t been sure if he could actually keep going for this long but apparently his stamina didn’t help him only on the battlefield.
He heard a door open and close and a moment later someone sat down by Tony’s head, a hand reaching out to run through the still-damp curls. The touch was so calm, so affectionate… Steve looked up, studying Bruce’s face.
When they agreed to do this, to help the team and keep Tony from tearing himself apart, he hadn’t known how far it would take them. It may not have sounded personal then, but looking at Bruce right now showed him just how personal it could be. Something he had felt with Tony the moment the man said his name, his real name underneath all the endearments and nicknames.
“It was good, wasn’t it?” Bruce asked, hand still in Tony’s hair.
“Yeah,” Steve admitted. It occurred to him belatedly that they were still covered in marks of passion, that they were both naked, yet Bruce didn’t bat an eye and Steve didn’t feel like he needed to either. They both knew what was going on, where this was potentially leading, and Steve felt his pre-existing concerns deteriorating some more; they had begun to do so when he pinned Tony beneath him at the gym. “It feels right,” he went on, frowning slightly, looking at the man he had barely been able to call his friend before this day. “Should that make sense?”
“We’re a bunch of extraordinary people,” Bruce mused, a smile crossing his lips. “I don’t think conventional options would actually work very well for us.” He leaned down, kissed Tony’s forehead then stood up. “Do you need help getting him cleaned up and into his bed?” he asked.
“No, I’ll manage,” Steve replied.
Bruce nodded and left the same way he had come, leaving the two of them alone. Not that they were truly alone and Steve was a little shocked that he was okay with that. He guessed a lot of things had changed since he became an Avenger and the best he could do was to just roll with it.
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