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Story Info
Title: In Exchange
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned characters: J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, other Avengers.
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Summary: It all began with an off-hand remark, and there shouldn’t have been any cause for it to escalate… until Tony keeps finding himself indebted to Steve - and Steve enjoys collecting his dues.
Complete.
Written for: Perverse Bang 2013 (perverse-bang)
Warnings: M/M sexual content (blow jobs, fingering, gag, hand jobs, masturbation, rimming, voyeurism), language.
Disclaimer: Iron Man and Avengers, their characters and everything else belong to Marvel. The movie versions belong to Marvel Studios, Joss Whedon, Jon Favreau, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Universal Pictures, Walt Disney Pictures… in short: everyone but me. This is pure fiction, created to entertain likeminded fans, no profit made.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
About In Exchange: There’s porn in this fic. There are also other things, but they’re kind of rare.
How did “Tony gives Steve blowjobs” turn into this? There are not many feels involved, BUT, I think you can all detect a pattern that forms over the course of the story… and I liked it a lot. What began as a bit of an awkward take on an otherwise passable idea turned into something I really enjoyed working on, so I hope you get some… err… jerk off material out of this one ;)
Story and status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
In Exchange
~ ~ ~
Written for Perverse Bang in 2013.
In Exchange
It all began with an off-hand remark, and there shouldn’t have been any cause for it to escalate.
“Thanks, Cap. I owe you one,” Tony said, post-mission as they stood in the middle of rubble and smoking craters. Steve - Captain America - had kind of saved his ass during the battle, and as much as Tony would have preferred to forget it, they had gotten close enough that he could actually admit he had needed - and received - help.
“No problem,” Steve nodded, jaw still set, tension not quite gone from his body.
“I hate being in debt to people,” Tony mused, the comm limited to him and Cap, giving them some privacy as people began to emerge from nearby buildings and police kept directing them to a safer location. “So, if I can somehow repay you, let me know,” Tony went on. “New uniform update, polish your shield, maintenance of your bike, foot massage, sexual relief…” He laughed at the last item on the list, feeling tired enough to include it there anyway.
“Yeah?” Steve glanced at him. Beneath the cowl, it was hard to tell whether he was wryly amused or disapproving.
Tony made a shrugging motion which was an easy to miss with the Iron Man armor on. “Sure, why not. I give a mean blowjob.” It was a pity Steve couldn’t see his wink, but when he got a small chuckle in return, he knew the other man took it as a joke.
The star spangled man had come a long way since being thawed from the ice.
Two days later
It was only later on that Tony realized he may have talked himself into a corner. Not the first time it happened, certainly, but he usually had an exit in mind when it occurred.
Pitting his own exit strategy against that of his team leader - a man renowned for his strategic prowess in battle - however, was apparently more difficult than anticipated. Not that Tony had anticipated it, in the least, but still…
He was in his workshop area of the Avengers Tower, buried in suit wirings, when Steve appeared behind him. Tony was fairly certain J.A.R.V.I.S. had announced the Captain’s presence, but he hadn’t been listening, obviously, and started a little when he realized he wasn’t alone. “Hey there,” he greeted the other man cheerily. “What can I do for you?”
The music in the room dropped in volume significantly, and Tony turned back to work on the wiring while he waited for Steve to say his piece.
“I was wondering if the offer still stood,” Steve mused.
“Offer?” Tony frowned, lifting his head a bit. From the corner of his eye he could see Steve idly tracing a piece of the armor casing, as if giving himself a distraction from the topic. “I offered something?”
“We agreed you owe me,” Steve said, looking at him.
Tony turned to properly face the other man, still frowning. “I don’t… Was I drunk?”
“I sure hope not,” Steve smiled dryly.
“Okay, because I don’t recall… J.A.R.V.I.S,” he called out.
“Yes, sir?”
“When did we come to the conclusion that I owe Captain Rogers?”
“In the aftermath of the last battle, sir. I believe he saved your life.”
“Ah,” Tony snapped his fingers. “That does ring a bell - and no, I wasn’t drunk.” He looked at Steve properly. “So, you’ve come to collect. Do you need an adjustment to your uniform? New engine for your bike?” Tony’s mind was already gearing itself towards the things Steve might need, and the ways he could improve their quality.
“You mentioned a blow job,” Steve said, and it took Tony a few seconds to actually react to it, because that was not the request he had been waiting for. Not in the least.
“A…” Tony was embarrassingly aware of opening and closing his mouth for a few seconds. “Uh, okay,” he stated slowly, looking at Steve, trying to see if he was joking. Sometimes Steve had an amazing poker face. “Are you shitting me?” Tony asked, eyes narrowing.
Steve’s lips pursed and he let out a huff of air that may have been from disappointment or frustration. “I recall you offered it, but if it was only in jest, I get it.”
“Yeah, it… Wait,” Tony shifted towards the other man when Steve took half a step to turn around and leave. “Are you serious?” he asked.
“Don’t I look serious?” Steve shot back at him, stopping his retreat from the workshop.
“You do, and that’s…”
“Was it a joke or not?” Steve demanded.
Tony opened his mouth again, then considered it a rather… bad facial expression, considering the topic, and furiously tried to see every in and out of the current situation. “Yeah, I guess,” he finally managed. “I just never thought… Are you absolutely certain you’re not joking - or haven’t been replaced by aliens, or didn’t have your mind altered in some way?”
Steve raised a perfect, blond eyebrow at him. “You think Captain America can’t stoop as low as receiving a blow job?”
Tony reluctantly admitted there may have been a slight blush rising to his face, whereas Steve was perfectly cool and collected. “Wasn’t the first thing on my mind, honestly.”
“But you offered.”
“In a half-jest! Or a complete, total jest, I really can’t tell.”
Steve let out a small snort and began to turn away again. “Glad we sorted that out,” he said without looking at Tony.
For a second, Tony’s fingers tapped against each other in a rhythm he didn’t recognize. Steve was walking away, towards the door, just as quiet and collected as he had been earlier, but Tony couldn’t help but imagine he tasted the sourness of disappointment. “Wait,” he called out.
Steve didn’t stop - didn’t even slow down. He was nearing the door to leave, making Tony jerk into action:
“J.A.R.V.I.S., lockdown.”
“Very well, sir.”
Steve froze, the door remaining shut instead of sliding open. The blond head turned around, a few strands of hair slipping out of the carefully combed part. He didn’t purse his lips, didn’t frown, yet Tony was keenly aware that he was being judged in some way.
“Okay,” Tony breathed, because he had to either speak or fidget, and he would rather open his mouth.
Steve raised an eyebrow again, as if asking him to clarify. Of course he did.
“Opaque the walls,” Tony muttered, and J.A.R.V.I.S. darkened the invisible portions of the walls. Since Steve remained rooted to the spot even when that was done, Tony walked over to him instead, feeling an anxious twist in his stomach. Clearly the joke was on him now, but Tony refused to back down. He had offered, after all, even if it had been a joke - he was pretty sure that’s how he had meant it.
However, when presented with the prospect of actually putting those words to good use, so to speak, Tony was fairly certain he wasn’t going to turn this down. Hence the locked doors and covered windows. Captain America was asking him to suck his cock, and was Tony truly considering saying no?
He stopped in front of Steve, looking him in the eye. There was no blush, no nervous twitch, and he guessed one of them had come here prepared. Guessing he might as well, Tony moved one hand between their bodies and to Steve’s crotch. The man was half-hard at least, but not sporting a raging boner. Well, considering that Tony had sort of turned him down just a minute ago, it was only fair.
Steve’s eyes remained on his face, even as Tony’s fingers worked to undo his belt and the button of his pants. “If you don’t want to,” he finally said, “I don’t want anything to happen.”
“What’s going to happen?” Tony arched an eyebrow at him as he tugged the zipper down in one go, rather pointedly.
“Tony,” Steve went on in that long-suffering sigh that Tony knew so well.
“Relax,” Tony ordered. “You’re supposed to enjoy this.”
Steve’s hands moved forward, grasping both of Tony’s forearms tightly. “Tony, this isn’t a game. If you don’t want to -”
“I want to,” Tony reassured him just as he reassured himself. “I just never thought it would happen, honestly. But, here we are, and… Just let me blow your mind, okay?”
Steve released his arms wordlessly. He appeared calmer, more sure of himself, and Tony took a steadying breath, carefully lowering himself to kneel on the floor. This was it, and Tony realized he had felt less nervous battling supervillains, demigods and flying nukes into a portal that led to the outer edge of space.
He inhaled carefully and detected a rather familiar smell of male arousal. It was comforting and alienating at the same time, making it quite obvious what he was about to do.
A firm hand landed on his shoulder and Tony looked up, meeting Steve’s eyes. He could feel the other man’s unspoken question, the hesitation that was returning as he dragged this out, and Tony decided he had played the blushing virgin long enough. Lowering his eyes, he raised one hand, tugging down the front of Steve’s underwear, then tugged out Steve’s cock with the other. If he had been half-hard before, he was getting to full mast at top speed.
As much as they were a team, Tony hadn’t had a lot of chances to sneak looks at his naked teammates. They didn’t share showers. They rarely went around the Tower half-clothed. And he most certainly hadn’t seen Steve hard, up close, but he knew this wasn’t the time to commit it all to memory either. His fingers slid around the shaft, skin hot beneath his grip, pulsing slightly, and a little bit of wetness was gathering at the tip.
Tony had seen plenty of dicks in his life, and could tell the difference between a pretty cock and an ugly, sad cock. Steve’s was gorgeous, just like the rest of him, and Tony leaned in before he could get sentimental; it was time to see whether he could live up to his promise to blow the other man’s mind, because it been a while. Like, years. Plenty of years; after becoming the head of Stark Industries, the only people Tony had given head to had been female - and that one shemale, which had been quite a night.
His lips brushed for first contact and Tony opened them, tongue swiping in for a taste before he moved on, mindful of his teeth, aware that Steve was big enough to be a challenge if approached carelessly. His ears caught a slight hitch in Steve’s next breath and the hand still on his shoulder tightened fractionally.
Tony moved both his hands to tug the underwear and pants a little lower, further out of the way. His head bobbed easily an inch or so back and forth, in a simple rhythm, then slightly further along the length, after which he gave himself a break and backed off, proceeding to lick and suck the outside of the rigid length, testing each inch of it, finding the thicker veins before returning back to the tip.
Steve was remarkably still, standing above him, breaths not as controlled but that was the only thing that betrayed his excitement - if not taking into consideration his erection, which Tony played with a bit longer, tonguing the head, sucking at it next, then taking it further into his mouth again.
Tony decided to test his limits and adjusted his position, attempting to relax his jaw, to open his mouth further, then positioned his tongue to let himself take Steve deeper. The first brush at the back of his throat brought the annoying sensation of a strange tickle. He stayed there, breathing in carefully, teasing his throat again, willing it to get used to the feeling of the solid pressure of Steve’s cock.
Eventually he pulled back, aware of the wetness on his lips. He licked at them, and it felt like he was making it worse, so he swallowed, trying to remove the excess spit from his mouth. His eyes flew up momentarily, to check Steve’s expression, and found the blue eyes nailed on him.
“Do you want me to… do something?” Steve asked carefully.
“Nah,” Tony replied. “Just stand there. Or would you prefer to sit?” He knew he didn’t like small-talk while receiving a blow job, so he moved one hand up, to the base of the hard flesh, and went to take the tip back in his mouth before Steve could actually say whether he would prefer being seated.
Tony moved his head back and forth, methodically, every now and then going deeper, shifting his jaw, teasing his throat before backing off a little. His lips felt a bit puffy when he pulled all the way off again and he dragged the back of his free hand across them, feeling messy. Not that he usually cared, but things were getting a bit sloppy everywhere. What had he expected, though? Blow jobs were supposed to be sloppy, with dripping saliva and cum - and now he was just making himself feel worse, self-conscious, and when had that been a part of Tony Stark’s characteristics?
His hand jerked Steve’s cock, making it bob a little, and then he went back to licking the head, mouthing and sucking the sensitive flesh until he moved beneath it, then slowly down the length and back up against one side, then back down and up the other.
Steve’s breaths were picking up speed and the hand still on his shoulder twitched, then shifted to the back of Tony’s neck, fingers low enough to trace the skin beneath his shirt. Tony took that as an indication to take him in again, and this time he took the cock deep, holding himself there, trying to breathe, trying to push deeper, but Steve was a living thing and reacted to stimulus, his hips finally inching forward into the contact.
Tony backed off fast, coughing softly and feeling spit trickle down his chin. He felt like admonishing the other man, then felt Steve’s fingers wrap around his at the base of his cock, and he looked up just in time as Steve began to jerk himself off and Tony left him to it, uncurling his own hand from around him. Steve’s other hand was still at Tony’s neck and it pushed forward, just slightly, and Tony leaned in, sucking the tip of the cock into his mouth as Steve kept jerking, and then he came, with a faint groan, and Tony swallowed about half of it before the jerk of Steve’s hips made his dick slip and spray the last of his load down Tony’s cheek.
“Nice,” Tony commented after a bit, bringing up his hand to wipe off the mess, but he knew it was probably just making it worse.
Steve took a few steadying breaths, as if he had just beaten up a villain or run across the battlefield. There was a faint flush on his cheeks when Tony looked up at him - as well as a serenity of sorts.
“How was it?” Tony asked then, refusing to appear uncomfortable.
“It was good,” Steve replied. “Although I expected something… a little different,” he admitted.
Tony tried not to be insulted. Instead he shrugged, playing indifferent. “I’m a little rusty.”
“It wasn’t bad,” Steve said earnestly, sounding more like himself.
Tony huffed and got to his feet with as much dignity and balance as he could muster. His knees complained and there was still cum on his face. “Anything else?” he asked the other man. “I have work to do.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” Steve responded and J.A.R.V.I.S. unlocked the door right on cue to let him exit.
Tony was still half-convinced it hadn’t been Steve, but the slight sensation at the back of his throat informed him it hadn’t been his imagination, either. “Huh,” was the only comment he eventually came up with before he walked into the small bathroom on the other side of the workshop to clean up his face and hands - and jerk off his rock-hard cock.
A week later
Nothing had changed between him and Steve after that strange encounter in the workshop. They still talked the same, argued the same, and there was not a single hint that anything had happened. However, Tony could feel it had happened, and he knew he wasn’t the only one, which led him to believe it had been Steve, and he hadn’t been brainwashed - and if it was the latter, then he hadn’t been traumatized by it.
It was as if Tony knew some sort of secret about Steve, but it wasn’t the kind he could share with someone. He was fine with that, surprisingly, and went about his daily business - which that day included taking a Quinjet up to the Helicarrier and helping with some engine problems while Steve did whatever he always did while up there; getting his uniform refitted, training, debriefing… Tony didn’t know, nor did he care beyond the fact that they would probably return to the Tower together once Tony was done.
Tony was working beneath a piece of engine which had been raised from its usual position by hydraulic jacks. All was well and good until the light beside him flickered out, as did the lights in the room around him, the hum of air ventilation stopping as well, leaving the room in strange silence.
“Uh, guys?” Tony called out, beginning to inch out from beneath the engine - then sensed something moving and the space narrowed suddenly as the engine began to lower; the jacks were malfunctioning, probably from a power outage, although he thought they should have back-up power for that. “Shit,” Tony swore, squirming out faster, but the weight was heavier on him, the jacks folding down and then remaining still, as if suddenly deciding they were functioning again.
Tony breathed harshly, trying to move, but the engine was still pressing down on him, leaving him squeezed. “A little help here!” he called out, because there had been others in the room a while ago. Sure, he had said he had things under control and didn’t need help, but if there were power problems, surely someone would come and check on him.
A metallic whine signaled that one of the jacks was probably folding further under the pressure, and Tony felt it against his ribs. “Fuck,” he whined, in no position to push up, and even if he did, there was no way he wasn’t getting squashed like a bug.
Suddenly the engine shifted slightly upwards, and Tony didn’t question it; he wriggled out as fast as he could, breathing in the sweet air of freedom as he rolled out from beneath the machine, then looked up at a grunt of physical effort and watched as Steve let go of the engine, the mechanical mass sinking a couple inches. That was truly amazing, since the engine easily weighed a couple tons.
“Thanks,” Tony managed.
Steve looked at him and knelt on the floor beside him. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Nah,” Tony shook his head. “A little winded - not a lot of room to breathe under there.” He looked around. “Where is everyone?”
“There was a power fluctuation issue at a nearby generator and they cut the power to certain parts of the Helicarrier to minimize the effects,” Steve explained. “I was coming out to see how you were doing, and, well…”
Tony nodded, taking a deeper breath. “Well, that was very convenient,” he mused, looking at the jacks that still held the engine up, although barely. “Guess I owe you one, again,” he noted - then realized he had said it out loud. Their eyes met in the dim room where only emergency lights and the arc reactor provided illumination.
Steve’s expression didn’t change, far as he could see. “Is the offer still on the table, then?”
Tony swallowed. “I suppose…”
“I need you to be sure.”
“Yes,” Tony snapped, almost annoyed. “What is it with you and consent issues? I’m an adult, of sound mind and memory.”
Steve dared to chuckle and then got to his feet, offering a hand to help Tony up as well. He took it, but didn’t cling to it for longer than he had to, brushing off his clothes although they weren’t really dirty. Any dirtier than before, anyway. “Are you done for the day?” the blond asked then.
“Yeah,” Tony replied, giving the engine a slightly venomous look. His suit would do a better job at holding it up. A brilliant idea, that…
“We can’t leave until they fix the generator,” Steve went on. “They said they can handle it,” he added, just in case Tony was thinking he should go over there and help with the repairs. “We can just sit back and wait for it to be fixed.”
Tony guessed they could do that, and followed Steve out. They passed a few engineers, but none of them even asked if Tony was okay. Typical. Perhaps he should have been crushed to death, to teach them to ignore him.
Steve led them to something that looked like a rec room, which for the time being was empty. Tony considered the room to be a joke, because when did S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have time or the capability to get recreational? Tony noted a door on the far side, leading to a bathroom, and signaled towards it since he might as well empty his bladder now if there happened to occur a more life-threatening situation in the near future.
He did his business at the urinal, zipped up - then caught a glimpse from a mirror on the far wall and almost jumped out of his skin. “When the fuck did you get here?” he asked, whipping his head around to look at Steve who was casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
Steve shrugged.
Tony fiddled with his belt then went to wash his hands. “You didn’t have to wait, you know,” he mused, casually, seeing as there was plenty of room for more than one guy to do his business.
“I don’t need to go,” Steve noted.
“So you just like hanging out in bathrooms?” Tony asked, flashing him a grin through the mirror above the sink, then turned while drying his hands on a paper towel - and noticed, for the first time, the slight tent in Steve’s pants. “That’s kind of… nasty,” he noted. “Maybe I’ll just assume the whole business of saving me from becoming a pancake gave you a hard-on; I like that version better.”
Steve quirked an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
“Yeah,” Tony replied, frowning slightly - then watched as Steve very casually undid his pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a good, firm stroke from base to tip. Tony, truly, had nothing more to say. Yes, he recalled the fact that he kind of owed Steve, again. He hadn’t thought Steve would actually collect the favor like this, again, but hadn’t he just implied just such a thing while they were still in the engine room?
“Maybe we should consider the location,” Tony tried. Anyone could walk in here, literally. It was a bathroom, after all.
“I made sure no one would disturb us,” Steve mused, taking a step forward. Tony frowned, seeing as he couldn’t just lock the door. “Found an ‘out of order’ sign and stuck it on the outside,” Steve explained.
“You’re getting off on this way more than I originally thought,” Tony noted, but he was already buckling at the knees, and Steve kept stroking his cock, gathering wetness at the tip. It hadn’t tasted half bad.
“Guess we’re learning new things about each other every day.” Steve offered him a smile, then laid his free hand on Tony’s shoulder, not exactly pushing him down, but it was as if Tony’s body had turned to lead - at least the most important parts - and he sank down in front of the sinks, on the bathroom floor, and opened his mouth as Steve guided himself forward.
It didn’t go exactly like the first time: Steve moved, steadily, testing the resistance of Tony’s throat, holding himself there and then backing off when Tony’s throat began to constrict uncomfortably. He let Tony establish a rhythm, certainly, but when he fancied it, Steve would withdraw his cock from his mouth and just offer it to Tony so that he could suck and lick at the shaft while Steve’s fingers lazily pumped the tip.
If Tony didn’t know better, he would have assumed Steve had put some thought into this.
He also may have considered the possibility he had somehow arranged the whole thing, but he knew Steve was an opportunist, not a schemer.
Steve tapped his cock against his lips, as if to snap Tony out of it - as if he knew he was thinking of something other than sucking his cock.
Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes and took him in, again, carefully sliding the hard length deeper and deeper, determined to break a few limits, and fuck, Steve felt so thick when Tony finally managed to open up his throat and let him in. Of course, the longer he indulged the feeling, the faster he had to back off, because he had an aversion to the sensation of suffocation.
“Fuck, Tony,” Steve murmured as Tony leaned away from his cock, spit literally everywhere as Tony struggled to breathe normally. He didn’t want to look up, but did anyway, meeting the blue eyes briefly before Steve’s hand was in his hair, urging him back onto his dick, and Tony took it in, feeling Steve push deep. He knew that if the other man wanted to, he would suffocate Tony on his cock and there wasn’t anything more that he could do but whine in protest. But Steve was still considerate, pulling back before Tony started to feel uncomfortable, giving him a chance to breathe before pushing back in.
It didn’t take as long as the first time, although seconds blurred into minutes in Tony’s head. Steve pulled back fractionally before he jerked, then shoved just the tip of his cock to his lips, shooting across his tongue, making Tony swallow reflexively.
They both panted for air this time, and Steve reached over for a paper towel to clean himself off. Tony remained on the floor until he was certain he could stand, giving himself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, he had seen himself like this before, but not in years. There were smears of wetness on his face and throat, some darker spots on his shirt, and the goatee made it even more apparent what he had been up to. This was what Steve looked at, and it threw him a little.
Steve was zipping up his pants as Tony washed his face, then stepped out of the bathroom, giving him space to get himself sorted. Tony palmed his cock, hard, but decided against a quick jerk-off; he could do it later, if he still felt like it. He felt exposed enough, which was unusual for him.
Tony leaned on the sink, hanging his head for a moment.
Yeah, he was definitely learning lots of new things about Steve Rogers.
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Title: In Exchange
Author: Del Rion (delrion.mail (at) gmail.com)
Fandom: The Avengers (MCU)
Genre: Erotica
Rating: MA / FRAO
Characters: Steve Rogers (Captain America), Tony Stark (Iron Man). Mentioned characters: J.A.R.V.I.S., Nick Fury, other Avengers.
Pairings: Steve/Tony
Summary: It all began with an off-hand remark, and there shouldn’t have been any cause for it to escalate… until Tony keeps finding himself indebted to Steve - and Steve enjoys collecting his dues.
Complete.
Written for: Perverse Bang 2013 (perverse-bang)
Warnings: M/M sexual content (blow jobs, fingering, gag, hand jobs, masturbation, rimming, voyeurism), language.
Disclaimer: Iron Man and Avengers, their characters and everything else belong to Marvel. The movie versions belong to Marvel Studios, Joss Whedon, Jon Favreau, Louis Leterrier, Kenneth Branagh, Joe Johnston, Paramount Pictures, Universal Pictures, Walt Disney Pictures… in short: everyone but me. This is pure fiction, created to entertain likeminded fans, no profit made.
Beta: Mythra (mythras-fire)
About In Exchange: There’s porn in this fic. There are also other things, but they’re kind of rare.
How did “Tony gives Steve blowjobs” turn into this? There are not many feels involved, BUT, I think you can all detect a pattern that forms over the course of the story… and I liked it a lot. What began as a bit of an awkward take on an otherwise passable idea turned into something I really enjoyed working on, so I hope you get some… err… jerk off material out of this one ;)
Story and status: Below you see the writing process of the story. If there is no text after the title, then it is finished and checked. Possible updates shall be marked after the title.
In Exchange
~ ~ ~
Written for Perverse Bang in 2013.
In Exchange
It all began with an off-hand remark, and there shouldn’t have been any cause for it to escalate.
“Thanks, Cap. I owe you one,” Tony said, post-mission as they stood in the middle of rubble and smoking craters. Steve - Captain America - had kind of saved his ass during the battle, and as much as Tony would have preferred to forget it, they had gotten close enough that he could actually admit he had needed - and received - help.
“No problem,” Steve nodded, jaw still set, tension not quite gone from his body.
“I hate being in debt to people,” Tony mused, the comm limited to him and Cap, giving them some privacy as people began to emerge from nearby buildings and police kept directing them to a safer location. “So, if I can somehow repay you, let me know,” Tony went on. “New uniform update, polish your shield, maintenance of your bike, foot massage, sexual relief…” He laughed at the last item on the list, feeling tired enough to include it there anyway.
“Yeah?” Steve glanced at him. Beneath the cowl, it was hard to tell whether he was wryly amused or disapproving.
Tony made a shrugging motion which was an easy to miss with the Iron Man armor on. “Sure, why not. I give a mean blowjob.” It was a pity Steve couldn’t see his wink, but when he got a small chuckle in return, he knew the other man took it as a joke.
The star spangled man had come a long way since being thawed from the ice.
Two days later
It was only later on that Tony realized he may have talked himself into a corner. Not the first time it happened, certainly, but he usually had an exit in mind when it occurred.
Pitting his own exit strategy against that of his team leader - a man renowned for his strategic prowess in battle - however, was apparently more difficult than anticipated. Not that Tony had anticipated it, in the least, but still…
He was in his workshop area of the Avengers Tower, buried in suit wirings, when Steve appeared behind him. Tony was fairly certain J.A.R.V.I.S. had announced the Captain’s presence, but he hadn’t been listening, obviously, and started a little when he realized he wasn’t alone. “Hey there,” he greeted the other man cheerily. “What can I do for you?”
The music in the room dropped in volume significantly, and Tony turned back to work on the wiring while he waited for Steve to say his piece.
“I was wondering if the offer still stood,” Steve mused.
“Offer?” Tony frowned, lifting his head a bit. From the corner of his eye he could see Steve idly tracing a piece of the armor casing, as if giving himself a distraction from the topic. “I offered something?”
“We agreed you owe me,” Steve said, looking at him.
Tony turned to properly face the other man, still frowning. “I don’t… Was I drunk?”
“I sure hope not,” Steve smiled dryly.
“Okay, because I don’t recall… J.A.R.V.I.S,” he called out.
“Yes, sir?”
“When did we come to the conclusion that I owe Captain Rogers?”
“In the aftermath of the last battle, sir. I believe he saved your life.”
“Ah,” Tony snapped his fingers. “That does ring a bell - and no, I wasn’t drunk.” He looked at Steve properly. “So, you’ve come to collect. Do you need an adjustment to your uniform? New engine for your bike?” Tony’s mind was already gearing itself towards the things Steve might need, and the ways he could improve their quality.
“You mentioned a blow job,” Steve said, and it took Tony a few seconds to actually react to it, because that was not the request he had been waiting for. Not in the least.
“A…” Tony was embarrassingly aware of opening and closing his mouth for a few seconds. “Uh, okay,” he stated slowly, looking at Steve, trying to see if he was joking. Sometimes Steve had an amazing poker face. “Are you shitting me?” Tony asked, eyes narrowing.
Steve’s lips pursed and he let out a huff of air that may have been from disappointment or frustration. “I recall you offered it, but if it was only in jest, I get it.”
“Yeah, it… Wait,” Tony shifted towards the other man when Steve took half a step to turn around and leave. “Are you serious?” he asked.
“Don’t I look serious?” Steve shot back at him, stopping his retreat from the workshop.
“You do, and that’s…”
“Was it a joke or not?” Steve demanded.
Tony opened his mouth again, then considered it a rather… bad facial expression, considering the topic, and furiously tried to see every in and out of the current situation. “Yeah, I guess,” he finally managed. “I just never thought… Are you absolutely certain you’re not joking - or haven’t been replaced by aliens, or didn’t have your mind altered in some way?”
Steve raised a perfect, blond eyebrow at him. “You think Captain America can’t stoop as low as receiving a blow job?”
Tony reluctantly admitted there may have been a slight blush rising to his face, whereas Steve was perfectly cool and collected. “Wasn’t the first thing on my mind, honestly.”
“But you offered.”
“In a half-jest! Or a complete, total jest, I really can’t tell.”
Steve let out a small snort and began to turn away again. “Glad we sorted that out,” he said without looking at Tony.
For a second, Tony’s fingers tapped against each other in a rhythm he didn’t recognize. Steve was walking away, towards the door, just as quiet and collected as he had been earlier, but Tony couldn’t help but imagine he tasted the sourness of disappointment. “Wait,” he called out.
Steve didn’t stop - didn’t even slow down. He was nearing the door to leave, making Tony jerk into action:
“J.A.R.V.I.S., lockdown.”
“Very well, sir.”
Steve froze, the door remaining shut instead of sliding open. The blond head turned around, a few strands of hair slipping out of the carefully combed part. He didn’t purse his lips, didn’t frown, yet Tony was keenly aware that he was being judged in some way.
“Okay,” Tony breathed, because he had to either speak or fidget, and he would rather open his mouth.
Steve raised an eyebrow again, as if asking him to clarify. Of course he did.
“Opaque the walls,” Tony muttered, and J.A.R.V.I.S. darkened the invisible portions of the walls. Since Steve remained rooted to the spot even when that was done, Tony walked over to him instead, feeling an anxious twist in his stomach. Clearly the joke was on him now, but Tony refused to back down. He had offered, after all, even if it had been a joke - he was pretty sure that’s how he had meant it.
However, when presented with the prospect of actually putting those words to good use, so to speak, Tony was fairly certain he wasn’t going to turn this down. Hence the locked doors and covered windows. Captain America was asking him to suck his cock, and was Tony truly considering saying no?
He stopped in front of Steve, looking him in the eye. There was no blush, no nervous twitch, and he guessed one of them had come here prepared. Guessing he might as well, Tony moved one hand between their bodies and to Steve’s crotch. The man was half-hard at least, but not sporting a raging boner. Well, considering that Tony had sort of turned him down just a minute ago, it was only fair.
Steve’s eyes remained on his face, even as Tony’s fingers worked to undo his belt and the button of his pants. “If you don’t want to,” he finally said, “I don’t want anything to happen.”
“What’s going to happen?” Tony arched an eyebrow at him as he tugged the zipper down in one go, rather pointedly.
“Tony,” Steve went on in that long-suffering sigh that Tony knew so well.
“Relax,” Tony ordered. “You’re supposed to enjoy this.”
Steve’s hands moved forward, grasping both of Tony’s forearms tightly. “Tony, this isn’t a game. If you don’t want to -”
“I want to,” Tony reassured him just as he reassured himself. “I just never thought it would happen, honestly. But, here we are, and… Just let me blow your mind, okay?”
Steve released his arms wordlessly. He appeared calmer, more sure of himself, and Tony took a steadying breath, carefully lowering himself to kneel on the floor. This was it, and Tony realized he had felt less nervous battling supervillains, demigods and flying nukes into a portal that led to the outer edge of space.
He inhaled carefully and detected a rather familiar smell of male arousal. It was comforting and alienating at the same time, making it quite obvious what he was about to do.
A firm hand landed on his shoulder and Tony looked up, meeting Steve’s eyes. He could feel the other man’s unspoken question, the hesitation that was returning as he dragged this out, and Tony decided he had played the blushing virgin long enough. Lowering his eyes, he raised one hand, tugging down the front of Steve’s underwear, then tugged out Steve’s cock with the other. If he had been half-hard before, he was getting to full mast at top speed.
As much as they were a team, Tony hadn’t had a lot of chances to sneak looks at his naked teammates. They didn’t share showers. They rarely went around the Tower half-clothed. And he most certainly hadn’t seen Steve hard, up close, but he knew this wasn’t the time to commit it all to memory either. His fingers slid around the shaft, skin hot beneath his grip, pulsing slightly, and a little bit of wetness was gathering at the tip.
Tony had seen plenty of dicks in his life, and could tell the difference between a pretty cock and an ugly, sad cock. Steve’s was gorgeous, just like the rest of him, and Tony leaned in before he could get sentimental; it was time to see whether he could live up to his promise to blow the other man’s mind, because it been a while. Like, years. Plenty of years; after becoming the head of Stark Industries, the only people Tony had given head to had been female - and that one shemale, which had been quite a night.
His lips brushed for first contact and Tony opened them, tongue swiping in for a taste before he moved on, mindful of his teeth, aware that Steve was big enough to be a challenge if approached carelessly. His ears caught a slight hitch in Steve’s next breath and the hand still on his shoulder tightened fractionally.
Tony moved both his hands to tug the underwear and pants a little lower, further out of the way. His head bobbed easily an inch or so back and forth, in a simple rhythm, then slightly further along the length, after which he gave himself a break and backed off, proceeding to lick and suck the outside of the rigid length, testing each inch of it, finding the thicker veins before returning back to the tip.
Steve was remarkably still, standing above him, breaths not as controlled but that was the only thing that betrayed his excitement - if not taking into consideration his erection, which Tony played with a bit longer, tonguing the head, sucking at it next, then taking it further into his mouth again.
Tony decided to test his limits and adjusted his position, attempting to relax his jaw, to open his mouth further, then positioned his tongue to let himself take Steve deeper. The first brush at the back of his throat brought the annoying sensation of a strange tickle. He stayed there, breathing in carefully, teasing his throat again, willing it to get used to the feeling of the solid pressure of Steve’s cock.
Eventually he pulled back, aware of the wetness on his lips. He licked at them, and it felt like he was making it worse, so he swallowed, trying to remove the excess spit from his mouth. His eyes flew up momentarily, to check Steve’s expression, and found the blue eyes nailed on him.
“Do you want me to… do something?” Steve asked carefully.
“Nah,” Tony replied. “Just stand there. Or would you prefer to sit?” He knew he didn’t like small-talk while receiving a blow job, so he moved one hand up, to the base of the hard flesh, and went to take the tip back in his mouth before Steve could actually say whether he would prefer being seated.
Tony moved his head back and forth, methodically, every now and then going deeper, shifting his jaw, teasing his throat before backing off a little. His lips felt a bit puffy when he pulled all the way off again and he dragged the back of his free hand across them, feeling messy. Not that he usually cared, but things were getting a bit sloppy everywhere. What had he expected, though? Blow jobs were supposed to be sloppy, with dripping saliva and cum - and now he was just making himself feel worse, self-conscious, and when had that been a part of Tony Stark’s characteristics?
His hand jerked Steve’s cock, making it bob a little, and then he went back to licking the head, mouthing and sucking the sensitive flesh until he moved beneath it, then slowly down the length and back up against one side, then back down and up the other.
Steve’s breaths were picking up speed and the hand still on his shoulder twitched, then shifted to the back of Tony’s neck, fingers low enough to trace the skin beneath his shirt. Tony took that as an indication to take him in again, and this time he took the cock deep, holding himself there, trying to breathe, trying to push deeper, but Steve was a living thing and reacted to stimulus, his hips finally inching forward into the contact.
Tony backed off fast, coughing softly and feeling spit trickle down his chin. He felt like admonishing the other man, then felt Steve’s fingers wrap around his at the base of his cock, and he looked up just in time as Steve began to jerk himself off and Tony left him to it, uncurling his own hand from around him. Steve’s other hand was still at Tony’s neck and it pushed forward, just slightly, and Tony leaned in, sucking the tip of the cock into his mouth as Steve kept jerking, and then he came, with a faint groan, and Tony swallowed about half of it before the jerk of Steve’s hips made his dick slip and spray the last of his load down Tony’s cheek.
“Nice,” Tony commented after a bit, bringing up his hand to wipe off the mess, but he knew it was probably just making it worse.
Steve took a few steadying breaths, as if he had just beaten up a villain or run across the battlefield. There was a faint flush on his cheeks when Tony looked up at him - as well as a serenity of sorts.
“How was it?” Tony asked then, refusing to appear uncomfortable.
“It was good,” Steve replied. “Although I expected something… a little different,” he admitted.
Tony tried not to be insulted. Instead he shrugged, playing indifferent. “I’m a little rusty.”
“It wasn’t bad,” Steve said earnestly, sounding more like himself.
Tony huffed and got to his feet with as much dignity and balance as he could muster. His knees complained and there was still cum on his face. “Anything else?” he asked the other man. “I have work to do.”
“I’ll leave you to it,” Steve responded and J.A.R.V.I.S. unlocked the door right on cue to let him exit.
Tony was still half-convinced it hadn’t been Steve, but the slight sensation at the back of his throat informed him it hadn’t been his imagination, either. “Huh,” was the only comment he eventually came up with before he walked into the small bathroom on the other side of the workshop to clean up his face and hands - and jerk off his rock-hard cock.
A week later
Nothing had changed between him and Steve after that strange encounter in the workshop. They still talked the same, argued the same, and there was not a single hint that anything had happened. However, Tony could feel it had happened, and he knew he wasn’t the only one, which led him to believe it had been Steve, and he hadn’t been brainwashed - and if it was the latter, then he hadn’t been traumatized by it.
It was as if Tony knew some sort of secret about Steve, but it wasn’t the kind he could share with someone. He was fine with that, surprisingly, and went about his daily business - which that day included taking a Quinjet up to the Helicarrier and helping with some engine problems while Steve did whatever he always did while up there; getting his uniform refitted, training, debriefing… Tony didn’t know, nor did he care beyond the fact that they would probably return to the Tower together once Tony was done.
Tony was working beneath a piece of engine which had been raised from its usual position by hydraulic jacks. All was well and good until the light beside him flickered out, as did the lights in the room around him, the hum of air ventilation stopping as well, leaving the room in strange silence.
“Uh, guys?” Tony called out, beginning to inch out from beneath the engine - then sensed something moving and the space narrowed suddenly as the engine began to lower; the jacks were malfunctioning, probably from a power outage, although he thought they should have back-up power for that. “Shit,” Tony swore, squirming out faster, but the weight was heavier on him, the jacks folding down and then remaining still, as if suddenly deciding they were functioning again.
Tony breathed harshly, trying to move, but the engine was still pressing down on him, leaving him squeezed. “A little help here!” he called out, because there had been others in the room a while ago. Sure, he had said he had things under control and didn’t need help, but if there were power problems, surely someone would come and check on him.
A metallic whine signaled that one of the jacks was probably folding further under the pressure, and Tony felt it against his ribs. “Fuck,” he whined, in no position to push up, and even if he did, there was no way he wasn’t getting squashed like a bug.
Suddenly the engine shifted slightly upwards, and Tony didn’t question it; he wriggled out as fast as he could, breathing in the sweet air of freedom as he rolled out from beneath the machine, then looked up at a grunt of physical effort and watched as Steve let go of the engine, the mechanical mass sinking a couple inches. That was truly amazing, since the engine easily weighed a couple tons.
“Thanks,” Tony managed.
Steve looked at him and knelt on the floor beside him. “Are you hurt?” he asked.
“Nah,” Tony shook his head. “A little winded - not a lot of room to breathe under there.” He looked around. “Where is everyone?”
“There was a power fluctuation issue at a nearby generator and they cut the power to certain parts of the Helicarrier to minimize the effects,” Steve explained. “I was coming out to see how you were doing, and, well…”
Tony nodded, taking a deeper breath. “Well, that was very convenient,” he mused, looking at the jacks that still held the engine up, although barely. “Guess I owe you one, again,” he noted - then realized he had said it out loud. Their eyes met in the dim room where only emergency lights and the arc reactor provided illumination.
Steve’s expression didn’t change, far as he could see. “Is the offer still on the table, then?”
Tony swallowed. “I suppose…”
“I need you to be sure.”
“Yes,” Tony snapped, almost annoyed. “What is it with you and consent issues? I’m an adult, of sound mind and memory.”
Steve dared to chuckle and then got to his feet, offering a hand to help Tony up as well. He took it, but didn’t cling to it for longer than he had to, brushing off his clothes although they weren’t really dirty. Any dirtier than before, anyway. “Are you done for the day?” the blond asked then.
“Yeah,” Tony replied, giving the engine a slightly venomous look. His suit would do a better job at holding it up. A brilliant idea, that…
“We can’t leave until they fix the generator,” Steve went on. “They said they can handle it,” he added, just in case Tony was thinking he should go over there and help with the repairs. “We can just sit back and wait for it to be fixed.”
Tony guessed they could do that, and followed Steve out. They passed a few engineers, but none of them even asked if Tony was okay. Typical. Perhaps he should have been crushed to death, to teach them to ignore him.
Steve led them to something that looked like a rec room, which for the time being was empty. Tony considered the room to be a joke, because when did S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have time or the capability to get recreational? Tony noted a door on the far side, leading to a bathroom, and signaled towards it since he might as well empty his bladder now if there happened to occur a more life-threatening situation in the near future.
He did his business at the urinal, zipped up - then caught a glimpse from a mirror on the far wall and almost jumped out of his skin. “When the fuck did you get here?” he asked, whipping his head around to look at Steve who was casually leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest.
Steve shrugged.
Tony fiddled with his belt then went to wash his hands. “You didn’t have to wait, you know,” he mused, casually, seeing as there was plenty of room for more than one guy to do his business.
“I don’t need to go,” Steve noted.
“So you just like hanging out in bathrooms?” Tony asked, flashing him a grin through the mirror above the sink, then turned while drying his hands on a paper towel - and noticed, for the first time, the slight tent in Steve’s pants. “That’s kind of… nasty,” he noted. “Maybe I’ll just assume the whole business of saving me from becoming a pancake gave you a hard-on; I like that version better.”
Steve quirked an eyebrow. “Are you done?”
“Yeah,” Tony replied, frowning slightly - then watched as Steve very casually undid his pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a good, firm stroke from base to tip. Tony, truly, had nothing more to say. Yes, he recalled the fact that he kind of owed Steve, again. He hadn’t thought Steve would actually collect the favor like this, again, but hadn’t he just implied just such a thing while they were still in the engine room?
“Maybe we should consider the location,” Tony tried. Anyone could walk in here, literally. It was a bathroom, after all.
“I made sure no one would disturb us,” Steve mused, taking a step forward. Tony frowned, seeing as he couldn’t just lock the door. “Found an ‘out of order’ sign and stuck it on the outside,” Steve explained.
“You’re getting off on this way more than I originally thought,” Tony noted, but he was already buckling at the knees, and Steve kept stroking his cock, gathering wetness at the tip. It hadn’t tasted half bad.
“Guess we’re learning new things about each other every day.” Steve offered him a smile, then laid his free hand on Tony’s shoulder, not exactly pushing him down, but it was as if Tony’s body had turned to lead - at least the most important parts - and he sank down in front of the sinks, on the bathroom floor, and opened his mouth as Steve guided himself forward.
It didn’t go exactly like the first time: Steve moved, steadily, testing the resistance of Tony’s throat, holding himself there and then backing off when Tony’s throat began to constrict uncomfortably. He let Tony establish a rhythm, certainly, but when he fancied it, Steve would withdraw his cock from his mouth and just offer it to Tony so that he could suck and lick at the shaft while Steve’s fingers lazily pumped the tip.
If Tony didn’t know better, he would have assumed Steve had put some thought into this.
He also may have considered the possibility he had somehow arranged the whole thing, but he knew Steve was an opportunist, not a schemer.
Steve tapped his cock against his lips, as if to snap Tony out of it - as if he knew he was thinking of something other than sucking his cock.
Tony resisted the urge to roll his eyes and took him in, again, carefully sliding the hard length deeper and deeper, determined to break a few limits, and fuck, Steve felt so thick when Tony finally managed to open up his throat and let him in. Of course, the longer he indulged the feeling, the faster he had to back off, because he had an aversion to the sensation of suffocation.
“Fuck, Tony,” Steve murmured as Tony leaned away from his cock, spit literally everywhere as Tony struggled to breathe normally. He didn’t want to look up, but did anyway, meeting the blue eyes briefly before Steve’s hand was in his hair, urging him back onto his dick, and Tony took it in, feeling Steve push deep. He knew that if the other man wanted to, he would suffocate Tony on his cock and there wasn’t anything more that he could do but whine in protest. But Steve was still considerate, pulling back before Tony started to feel uncomfortable, giving him a chance to breathe before pushing back in.
It didn’t take as long as the first time, although seconds blurred into minutes in Tony’s head. Steve pulled back fractionally before he jerked, then shoved just the tip of his cock to his lips, shooting across his tongue, making Tony swallow reflexively.
They both panted for air this time, and Steve reached over for a paper towel to clean himself off. Tony remained on the floor until he was certain he could stand, giving himself a quick look in the mirror. Yeah, he had seen himself like this before, but not in years. There were smears of wetness on his face and throat, some darker spots on his shirt, and the goatee made it even more apparent what he had been up to. This was what Steve looked at, and it threw him a little.
Steve was zipping up his pants as Tony washed his face, then stepped out of the bathroom, giving him space to get himself sorted. Tony palmed his cock, hard, but decided against a quick jerk-off; he could do it later, if he still felt like it. He felt exposed enough, which was unusual for him.
Tony leaned on the sink, hanging his head for a moment.
Yeah, he was definitely learning lots of new things about Steve Rogers.
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