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ROUND THREE
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“Where’s Captain Ken Doll and Fabio?” Tony asked when Natasha, Clint, and Bruce came in, Bruce shuffling behind the SHIELD agents, and they indicated that Fury was on his way to talk with them. Also, why didn’t he get these updates? Though it was possible he did, but had just circumvented whatever system there was so that he didn’t get bothered by it...
Natasha gave Clint that look, the one that makes Tony a little nervous - a lot of what the pair do make him a little nervous, but he adopted his standard steely countenance to hide this. “They’re usually in the gym right now,” she said.
“JARVIS, are the Captain and Thor in the gym?”
“No, sir, they are not.” JARVIS replied.
“Well, what did they do, go out and get milkshakes?” Tony asked. He was pretty sure that Clint’s cough was concealing some sort of laughter, and narrowed his eyes in the archer’s direction.
“No, sir, they’re still in the building,” JARVIS replied. He was playing with him, too.
“So where are they?”
“They are in Thor’s room, sir. Shall I alert them their presence is requested in the living area?”
Tony wrinkled his nose, then noticed Bruce blushing. Really? he thought - he had completely missed that, and he was usually very good at discerning sexual tension and... but then again, the sheer improbability of their coupling had likely precluded him from noticing anything.
“You’ve been orchestrating this,” he said to the two agents. “Right under-”
“Orchestrating?” Clint asked, hand on his chest, doing his best government issued sincere look.
“Nudging,” Natasha corrected. “Not even. Just providing-”
“Helpful information,” Clint said, as the elevator opened.
Tony opened his mouth to say something, but Bruce shook his head, and since Bruce was better at these things than he was, Tony closed his mouth. He thought he should get some kind of extra-credit for not only recognizing one of his deficiencies but trusting someone who he had recognized as counteracting said deficiency.
Both the Captain and Thor were in their gym clothes, hair mussed, and appeared to have just engaged in some sort of exertion. Tony was sure it was very exerting.
“Sorry to interrupt your workout,” Natasha said. Thor grinned, and Steve momentarily look mortified before being able to regain his standard Captain America countenance.
“Fury’s on his way,” Clint added. “Probably with paperwork.”
“Wouldn’t he just send Son of Coul, then?” Thor asked. “Now that he is only allowed to perform on his desk.”
Natasha sputtered at this, and flashed a sideways glance at Clint, who closed his eyes and shook his head. Those two needed to be stopped, Tony thought. Also, Coulson would probably get off on paperwork.
“Gentlemen,” said Fury, as the elevator silently opened in front of him. “We need to have a discussion.” Coulson stood behind him, arms crossed, sunglasses on, while some SHIELD underling held two boxes of legal paper.
“Told you,” Clint said. “By which I mean to say, I told you all you needed to properly fill out those mission reports.”
“What is this you speak of?” Thor demanded, “And why should they interrupt-”
“Our work-out,” Steve said, quickly.
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“We don’t require Thor to fill out reports,” Fury said, “Considering. Well.”
“That is just blatant favoritism,” Tony said. “Just because-”
“If this is something required of warriors in this realm, then I will gladly fulfill my duties,” Thor said, crossing his arms and looking at Tony. This time, Coulson pulled the sunglasses down far enough to give Tony a very pointed look. Tony grinned at him.
“Great,” said Fury. “You do have some sort of conference room in here, right?”
“You’d really have to ask Pepper,” Tony said.
“It’s down the hall on the right,” said Natasha, her stride long as she led the way.
“And what, exactly, have you been doing in my conference room?”
“Our conference room, Stark,” she replied, not looking back. “After all, you said we had full run of the place.” They were doing naughty things in the conference room, he was sure. He was going to have to have JARVIS look through all the security footage.
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Thor was regarding the paperwork with disdain. The pen that Clint had passed towards him looked incredibly small in his hand.
Everyone else was, of course, looking at Steve. You should probably say something before Stark does, he thought, and so he coughed, and managed, “shouldn’t we get back to the gym?”
“An excellent idea,” Thor said, crumpling the paperwork in his hand and tossing it in the general direction of the waste paper basket. “We were there all too briefly for it to be of any benefit.” He stood and furrowed his brow at the looks that the two of them were receiving, then strode out the door. Steve pushed his chair back, perhaps much too forcefully, and then followed.
Before he was out of Barton’s eyesight, the archer gave him a thumbs-up and a grin. Steve just raised his eyebrows and nodded before darting out of the conference room, glad that the door was thick enough that he couldn’t really discern what was being said.
Thor had his arms crossed in the elevator which, if Steve recalled from the one time he had a romantic interest and had irritated her, was not a good sign. “Our coupling embarrasses you?”
“No,” he said. “It’s just...I’m not used to, uhm, coupling being so out in the open, being so...and especially since I’m pretty sure that they all knew about the fact that I had never-”
Thor’s arms relaxed halfway through his babbling, and he put one around Steve’s shoulder. “You are...shy, Steve?”
“Yes,” Steve replied, incredibly relieved that this was a word that existed in Thor’s vocabulary.
Thor pulled him close, and for just a moment, Steve was convinced he was going to get the other man’s fist rubbing into his head as he choked his neck. He had to inhale, to remind himself what he is, now. That the gesture was actually protective, and what does it say that he’s thinking that the divide between the two of them is precarious and might have something to do with why he-
“You are comfortable with our continued coupling?” Thor asked, as the elevator finally opened and they had to pull apart.
“Yes,” Steve said, quickly, feeling a little stupid for not considering that Thor might... be concerned. Want him enough to be concerned by this. He does what he would want, and stretched upwards so he can kiss the demi-god, hard, against the lips.
The elevator door closed, and they head upwards, though Steve didn’t really notice because, not only is the kiss deepening between him, but that this question, and his response, might mean that they were in a sort of relationship. Which had happened very suddenly, except, he supposed, they had basically been dating for a month since Thor had arrived and - oh! That’s what that term Clint used, bromance, meant, he realized.
The elevator door opened, and Steve glanced out the side of his eyes. Hadn’t they already-
“Oh, uhm, sorry to interrupt, there, I - next elevator...” Bruce stammered, and the doors closed again as they headed downwards.
“It seems this portal has not responded to our request,” Thor said. “We wish to go to the gym!”
“Yes, Thor, sir,” JARVIS replied, and Steve doesn’t care how many times Tony tells him that the computer is incapable of it, he can hear the sarcasm dripping in its tone.
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“I have a plan for this evening!” Thor said, offering him a hand. “We will gather again at six thirty. Perhaps you could wear the leather jacket you don when you ride on your small motor-craft?”
“Are you asking me on a date?” Steve asked.
“It is what one does with their partner in your realm, is it not? If not, then I object to being subjected to all of these so-called romantic comedies so that I might learn the mating rituals of-”
“No, no, it is,” Steve said, because he totally understood. “I would like that.”
Thor clapped his shoulder and grinned at him. “Perfect!” he said. “Then we shall meet at the elevators at the appointed time.”
It occurred to Steve, as Thor bounded off, that if you excluded all of the double dates that Bucky took him on - and really, to be fair, you had to - and the promise of a date with Peggy - which he wanted to hold onto, but for the purposes of this exercise, had to let go of as well - then this was his first date. Your first date is with an alien/demi-god named Thor that you have already..fucked. Who has a magic hammer.
He would probably have dwelled on that more if he didn’t realize, then, that Thor was in charge of planning this excursion, and that the possibilities were truly endless and mostly terrifying.
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For some reason, even though Thor had already seen him in a variety of states of disrepair, he took effort with his hair that evening and made sure to iron his pants. At some point, when he first moved in, Tony or one of his robots on Tony’s command had removed all of Steve’s old pants and replaced them with ones that “didn’t have waistline up to his nipples.” Steve had only got the old pants back on the condition that he never wear them out in public.
He arrived five minutes early, having run a variety of scenarios through his head about why this was a bad idea - primarily, he concluded, because if whatever Thor thought they were doing turned out to be terrifying, he had no knowledge of how to correct things.
Of course, worse came to worse, he could make a phone call - even if those were, apparently, taboo. And he would definitely call Pepper. She was probably the only one who would understand, since there were likely similarities between what he was about to embark on and being in charge of Tony Stark.
“Steve!” He turned, and smiled, and blushed slightly at the sight of Thor in jeans and a robin’s egg button down that highlighted his eyes perfectly. He had pulled back his hair, as well, and looked - Steve’s train of thought ceased, then, as Thor embraced him, cupping his ass, and then kissed him hard on the mouth. “Are you all prepared for our date?”
“Did I need to bring anything?”
“I am not aware of any need!” Thor said. “Tony Stark has offered us use of one of his servants this evening to take us to our destination.”
“A driver?” Steve asked, and Thor nodded.
It wasn’t the usual driver, which just made Steve shake his head at the thought of having multiple drivers - but he stopped, because he told himself not to do that with Stark, or anything to do with Stark, because despite the serum he would probably get a nasty headache.
As soon as they were in the car, Thor reached over and grabbed his hand and held it tight. Steve smiled at him, took a deep breath, and accepted the gesture. Both his parents had died when he was very young, and the only people who had really touched him after that were the doctors who his grandmother dragged him to to deal with his various afflictions. The ride was largely silent, except when Thor said to the driver, “You are taking us to the place that was arranged?” He got a curt nod in response.
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“Right, but what’s the last name?” she asked.
“Stark?” he guessed.
“Oh, Tony,” she said. The music was loud in the front of the restaurant. “I thought for a moment you were saying Thor.”
“I was,” Thor said, and Steve just gave her one of those trademarked smiles and she nodded at him. As they followed her, Thor grasped his hand again. Steve twitched, but then felt the other man squeeze back. “Look,” he said, softly. “Very few people have even noticed our display of affection. And if they have, it is with lust!” Thor laughed. “I am sorry, Steve. I did not mean to make you blush in public.”
“It’s...OK,” he said, realizing that it was. The waitress was instantly on them.
“Your finest-” Thor began.
“Beer,” Steve said, and smiled at him. Thor nodded, and it occurred to Steve that while one of them wouldn’t have stood a chance, the two of them could probably get out of this exercise relatively unscathed.
“Have you been to a churrascaria before?” she asked.
“The JARVIS suggested this would be a place where we would find most enjoyment,” Thor said. “They bring out meat on spears, and we may feast on as much of it as we like!”
“There is also a buffet with salads and side dishes,” she said, smiling at them through hooded lashes. “Just turn this disk over to red when you have had your fill,” she said, and gave them what seemed to be a very indulgent smile.
“We can eat all we want?” Steve asked. Thor nodded, quite pleased with himself.
“We can eat them out of room and board,” he said, and reached across to take Steve’s hand.
They made a good effort, and the waitress seemed to find the fact that they could eat as much food as they could charming. “So, are you two...athletes-”
“We are what is called-”
“Yes,” Steve said, nodding at Thor. “Yes, we are.”
“I thought you looked familiar,” she said.
Later, when Thor had excused himself to use the bathroom, she swooped in to clean off their plates. “So, is your...boyfriend?” Steve nodded, “From England, or something?”
“Something like that,” Steve replied.
“Lucky,” she replied, and suddenly Steve understood the whole point of the exercise - which, initially, had appeared to be a meat eating contest. Outside of their little bubble, it was much easier to relax into how he felt and how he wanted to express that. Their conversation had been easy, and Thor had been right, there didn’t appear to be anyone in the dining room who seemed overly conscious of them.
This was affirmed when Thor returned, gently placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder. Steve turned, and smiled easily at him, and then leaned in for a quick kiss. “Ah, you taste of meat!” Thor pronounced, smiling.
Steve reached his saturation point much sooner than Thor, but quietly suggested that it might be suspect for them to consume the better part of a cow - “and the chicken, and duck, and bacon, do not forget that,” Thor interjected - in one visit.
“Yes,” Thor said. “I have often been told that I am...conspicuous.” He stumbled over the word and shrugged his shoulders. Steve asked the waitress for the check and then wished he hadn’t. “You look faint, Steve, is something wrong?” Thor asked.
Steve handed him the bill. “I had no idea...food and beer could cost this much. I only brought-”
“No, no, I was the one who asked you for this date,” Thor replied. “I shall take care of the compensation due to his establishment.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a platinum credit card and slipped it into the leather check holder. “Tony Stark presented this to me when I indicated our plans for tonight,” he said, and for the first time, Steve didn’t mind the interference. “He told me to make sure we leave a tip of twenty percent, whatever that means.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Steve said, and on the line for gratuity, decided to give the waitress nearly fifty. It was like purchasing penny candy for Stark, he figured, and she had been sweet.
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“Agreed,” Steve said. Thor gave him a soft smile.
This time, he did not inspect the hallway for anyone before they headed for Thor’s bedroom - there were much better things to concentrate on, like the hand in the back pocket of his pants. They barely had the door closed before they began to work at one another’s clothing, as they kissed, as they removed items with little grace.
Thor, once they were down to their underwear, was the one who sat on the bed first and widened his legs. Steve stood between them, and he did his best to emulate what Thor had done earlier - figuring that, if it worked on Steve, then- “Ah, yes,” Thor said, as Steve kissed down his neck. “You are quite-” Thor stopped as Steve kissed his lips, hard, and pressed a hand to the space between Thor’s legs.
“I don’t really know-” Steve whispered, nuzzling into the demi-god’s neck.
“I will gladly provide instruction,” Thor said, and he moved easily back further onto the bed. Steve positioned himself at his side, trailing a hand down hard abdominal muscles and putting his hand where it had been previously. He trailed a single finger up Thor’s erection, almost as if he was tickling, and Thor gasped. “Though, Steve, you seem to have - ah!” he said, as Steve moved his hand down and cupped his balls. Before Steve could move further, Thor pulled his hips up and deftly removed his own underwear, then tugged urgently at Steve’s. He was more than willing to relent, and as he took them off, Thor reached a hand for the lube which was still near one of the pillows from earlier.
Steve coated his hand and stroked the demi-god’s cock, kissed him and then smiled as he felt Thor become truly hard in his hand. “Yes?” he asked, sucking on Thor’s earlobe.
“Many,” Thor replied, and easily turned so he was on top of Steve.
He sucked at Steve’s neck with enough force that Steve was certain that it raised a mark, and he pressed their cocks together and took them in his fist. Steve gasped as he worked them, and then Thor sucked on Steve’s bottom lip and released it, causing Steve to utter some sort of syllable into the tight kiss that followed.
“Yes, there,” Thor said, and satisfied, rolled off of Steve and onto his back, just as Steve had been earlier. “Come here,” he said, and he arched his back to emphasize his cock, his ass, and Steve had to exhale to relax.
“I - do you need, like-” Steve began, not even sure he had the appropriate vocabulary to ask the question.
Thor sat up, slightly, and stared directly at Steve’s cock. “Not as much, perhaps,” he said. “But only by a hair.” Steve bit at his bottom lip and Thor smiled at him.
He mimicked the demi-god’s movements from earlier, starting by gently massaging the entrance and then working his finger through. He quickly found the spot that seemed to correspond to the one that had caused him such pleasure, and soon Thor was bucking his hips against Steve’s fingers. “Ah, you are a marvel,” he said, as Steve used two and then three, stretching until Thor grabbed his wrist and pulled him in for a kiss. “I would have you, now,” he said, tone almost serious, and Steve nodded.
He was not entirely sure what to expect. Thor slid his legs around Steve’s waist and pulled him in, and Steve hesitated, for a moment. “I want you,” Thor said, and Steve nodded.
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Thor’s legs squeezed him, and he moaned as Steve slowly pressed further.
“Is it-?” Steve asked, finding that he had bottomed out and worried that this would be a pitifully short exercise - his cock was throbbing, already, and that was just based on the sensation. The image below him was definitely too much - how Thor’s abs rippled, his hair against the pillow, the expanse of his chest as he inhaled.
He held Thor’s eyes for a moment. “Move,” the demi-god commanded, and Steve did his best to keep his strokes slow and measured, and he kept things shallow until a particularly deep thrust lead Thor to arch his neck and issue a loud, deep moan - almost like some kind of battle call.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve murmured, and, sensing the rise in his lower abdomen. He moved a hand forward to touch Thor’s erection. He traced a finger around the tip as he slowed his pace, remembering how good it had felt to be teased, to be held back just at the brink. He nearly pulled out and then moved back in forcefully.
“Yes, yes, Steve...” Thor moaned, pulling him closer and arching higher. He began to both move his hips with Steve’s and also, somehow, to squeeze tighter around his cock as Steve thrust. The heat and pressure was already incredible, and with this added, he was barely able to control his motions - his body seemed to move on its own, now, and he couldn’t hold the tension back.
“Oh, god, I can’t-”
“Yes. Yes.”
He orgasm came swiftly - and for a moment he saw white. He moved, slowly, until there was nothing left, and he was amazed to see that he had managed to continue moving his hand against Thor’s cock and that the Norseman was coming almost along with him. “Oh, god. Fuck.” Steve said.
“Yes,” said Thor, relaxed, hair spread across the pillow, and his body was as soft looking as it could be. “That was what we just engaged in.”
Steve laughed, and pulled out. He moved to go to the bathroom, but Thor rolled off the bed first and grinned at him. Steve allowed his body to flop onto his back as he heard the tap run. Thor came back and, once again, cleaned Steve - though this time he kissed him as he did, and ran a large hand through Steve’s hair.
“You are gorgeous,” Thor said, and Steve glanced away. “Is that not an appropriate-”
“Now, it is. It’s just - I’m not-” He shook his head, and Thor nodded.
“You enjoyed coupling in that way?” Thor asked, and pulled Steve so that his head was on Thor’s chest.
“Yes,” Steve said, wrapping an arm around Thor’s torso, amazed at how easy it was to get close to him - closer. “And it was OK?”
“It was most enjoyable, Steve,” Thor said, kissing him lightly. “For a newcomer to coupling, you have most powerful natural instincts. I can only imagine the pleasure we will have as you become practiced.”
“It can be...better?” he asked, because he had a hard time conceiving of it.
“Oh, the things we can do,” Thor said, and there was a large grin on his face. “The pleasures to explore.” Steve felt a familiar stirring in his groin and was surprised he was capable, that soon. “You will stay the night?”
“Yes,” Steve said, and Thor’s hand cupped his ass and squeezed gently. “If you-”
“I insist,” Thor replied.
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Steve is so adorably awkward and I loved the hand holding during their all-you-can-eat date and Thor's unexpected charm when he whips out the credit card to pay for their bill was wonderful. It's ironic how although Earthly customs/culture are the furthest from what Thor is accustomed to, he is still able to provide guidance for Steve at key moments. They just complement each other so well!
Oh, and the sex was GLORIOUSLY HOT AS WELL! I love this pairing and I love your fill <3
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The world needs more switching off in bed.
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