So, just between us... who did you think about back then? [He asks, picturing tiny Steve, all big blue eyes and nervousness. He can't really imagine it.]
Edward Cullen is a creepy vampire from a romance novel... not that I'm against biting you. It's other facets of his personality I don't want to emulate. Actually we're like a gay version of Ysander and Heather from Vampire The Masquerade - not. Not that I've thought about gay vampire sex. Or tying you down with silk sheets like in The Masquerade. Or anything like that, really. That would be weird, right?
[Hey guess who else can do nervous? Oh God he doesn't believe in, let the weather hold so they can get home and he can hide his shame in the dim lighting.]
Yes, but what do you picture? Do you want someone to sweep you off your feet or would you rather do the sweeping? What makes you hard? Every guy has turn ons. Even you can't be this oblivious.
...you could tie me down. I trust you. And it'd be a lot easier to explain than where a bunch of vibranium disappeared to.
I like it either way. I just want things rough. Fast, furious, hard. I'm impatient. And a little reckless. [He smiles at a memory, wondering if everything he's been up to inbetween the 40's and now would scandalize Steve.] Nothing like bending an intern over the work bench in the lab and hoping we don't get caught.
If you hurt me it'd just lead to more fondue jokes. Win-win scenario.
I couldn't help myself. He wore leather pants! I don't care if it was fashionable for a brief regrettably gone period of time, no man could resist that. Besides, how was I supposed to know his father was the lab building's manager? He should've just joined us like any sensible person when I asked him to. More is better. But I paid him off and his son got a fun story and possibly a new perspective on the many uses of duct tape out of it.
[He laughs at Steve's many levels of blush, holding the door open to the little place he calls home up here.]
Burnt fondue, yes. Excellent metaphor, although I hope no actual fire in involved. No one can be that bad at sex.
No, not really my thing. It gets too chaotic and it's embarrassing afterwards. Threesomes are about my limit, honestly. To each their own, if it works for you I don't hate on it, I just like to have my attention properly focused and organized.
Then I'll teach you. Don't worry, I'll put in overtime if I have to. I'll hire a tutor if you want. [This metaphor is awesome.]
I don't blush. So there.
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[Because no one said he wasn't desperately curious.]
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Of course I did. I'm human!
... Who is Edward Cullen?
[He alone has been saved! We must rally around this pinnacle of purity!]
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Edward Cullen is a creepy vampire from a romance novel... not that I'm against biting you. It's other facets of his personality I don't want to emulate. Actually we're like a gay version of Ysander and Heather from Vampire The Masquerade - not. Not that I've thought about gay vampire sex. Or tying you down with silk sheets like in The Masquerade. Or anything like that, really. That would be weird, right?
[Hey guess who else can do nervous? Oh God he doesn't believe in, let the weather hold so they can get home and he can hide his shame in the dim lighting.]
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[Steve makes a face.]
He sounds awful. And I'm not opposed to any of those things.
[Pfft. The weather in the Arctic Circle is never kind.]
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[Howard pauses, considering the science.] I'm pretty sure silk sheets wouldn't hold you down. You'd rip them to shreds on accident.
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Besides, I think of you now.
Maybe you'll need to get more of that vibranium... I would tear your sheets, you're right.
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...you could tie me down. I trust you. And it'd be a lot easier to explain than where a bunch of vibranium disappeared to.
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[This is hard for him to talk about, okay?]
You trust me to tie you down? What if I hurt you?
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If you hurt me it'd just lead to more fondue jokes. Win-win scenario.
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Howard Stark! You are so naughty.
Burned by fondue?
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[He laughs at Steve's many levels of blush, holding the door open to the little place he calls home up here.]
Burnt fondue, yes. Excellent metaphor, although I hope no actual fire in involved. No one can be that bad at sex.
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What if I am that bad at sex?
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Then I'll teach you. Don't worry, I'll put in overtime if I have to. I'll hire a tutor if you want. [This metaphor is awesome.]
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