Fic for agenttrojie: Experimental Methods | Bruce/Tony | NC-17
Title: Experimental Methods
Author: Penknife
Recipient: agenttrojie
Rating: NC-17
Universe: movie
Pairing/Characters: Bruce/Tony, Jane (with background Thor/Jane), implied Tony/Pepper
Word Count: ~3000
Disclaimer: They're not mine; they belong to the copyright holders.
Summary: In which Bruce, Tony, and Jane share a lab, and more than one experiment goes right.
Warnings: consensual verbal domination
Jane Foster arrived at the tower with her laptop, several crates full of equipment, her own travel mug, and a crackling level of frustration that Bruce could almost feel coming off her skin.
"Here's the thing," she said firmly. "I am onto something, here. I think I know a way for us to detect anything entering our 'realm' from another one, whether they're using the Tesseract or the Bifrost Bridge or anything else out there. I need help making it work, and I need to be able to work on it without Fury breathing down my neck."
"Well, I do like a good chance to stick it to Fury," Tony said. He was only half awake, squinting at her as if he thought that might make her go away, but he was beginning to look more interested than annoyed.
"What's the catch?" Bruce said.
Jane looked up at him. "Why do you assume there's a catch?"
He shrugged. "I just find that when Asgardian technology is involved, there tends to be some really spectacular downside risks."
"You worry too much," Tony said. "What is the catch?"
Jane let out a breath, and her shoulders sagged a little. "I think it's going to eat power. Like, potentially take the Manhattan power grid offline."
"I have an arc reactor for that," Tony said immediately, and Bruce knew he was hooked.
Tony set her up with a private lab, but Jane didn't seem to like working by herself any more than Tony did, and a lot of the time the three of them ended up sharing space, or at least invading one another's space.
"I think we can cut the power consumption and still detect an Einstein-Rosen bridge opening--"
Tony spread his hands, schematics fanning out under his fingers like a conjurer's trick. "Yeah, but here's the beauty of building an arc reactor into the orbital component--"
"Are we building an orbital component?" Bruce asked in bemusement.
"We have to, because otherwise the power consumption really gets freaky--"
"Is freaky a technical term?" Jane asked, putting her head to one side and standing on tiptoe to look over Tony's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm going to talk to the weights and measures people about that, I think freakyjoule is a much better name than petajoule."
Jane rolled her eyes at him. "Because 'freaky' is the number between four and six?"
"You said it, I didn't," Tony said. "Four is swinging, five is an orgy. Therefore ..."
"If we put that big an arc reactor in it--"
"Then it'll have a really big arc reactor."
"What if it hits something?"
Tony shrugged. "Then it goes boom."
"Fury is going to hate this," Bruce said. He turned up his hands as both of them turned to him. "I'm just saying, we need permission to launch a satellite, right?"
"I usually try for forgiveness instead," Tony said. He tapped at his schematic and sent it spinning lazily on two axes. He frowned at it. "We could build in a defensive system."
"If it looks like a weapon, we are definitely not going to get to put it in orbit," Jane said. "I think we can sell Fury on an early warning system."
"We could armor it," Tony said. He reached absently for Jane's travel mug, and she fished it neatly out of his range. Bruce took pity on Tony and handed him Bruce's own coffee. It was stone cold, but Tony drained it absently, his eyes on the schematics.
"I think we need more sensitive detection of quantum particles," Jane said.
"I have an idea about that," Bruce said, and flipped his own display around to show them his work. They both leaned in closer. Tony set down Bruce's empty coffee mug and reached for Jane's again.
"No, get your own," Jane said. "Wow, that could work."
"I see how where you're going with that," Tony said, conjuring another screen out of thin air, his fingers flying as he typed furious lines of code. "JARVIS, what do you think?"
"Dr. Banner's calculations appear to be correct," JARVIS said.
"See, JARVIS says I'm right," Bruce said.
"JARVIS likes you. I think he's getting a crush on you or something."
"No, that would be you," Jane said.
"Well, who wouldn't?" Tony said, unperturbed.
Bruce snorted. "You do not have a crush on me. That makes you sound like you're ten."
"When I was ten years old, I had a crush on a microcomputer," Tony said.
"And, let me guess, you took it apart to see how it worked," Bruce said.
"Who wouldn't?" Tony said. "And I put it back together better."
"You probably shouldn't try that with people," Jane said.
"Only if they want me to," Tony said. He wasn't looking at Bruce, but there was something in his expression that suggested that now he was deliberately not looking at Bruce.
"That probably won't work with people," Bruce said.
"Can't tell unless you try." Tony gave his model another spin and stepped back to show it off.
"Can you build that?" Jane asked.
"He can build it," Bruce said. If a working set of specifications existed, he was entirely confident in Tony's ability to turn them into metal and wiring.
"Then let's do it," she said.
Fury wasn't happy until he had their people test the prototype, and then he took it smoothly out of their hands and started making preparations for a covert launch.
"It would be nice to get credit for once," Jane said, bent over her laptop watching Fury's recording of the launch, a cup of coffee protectively clutched in her hands, but she didn't actually sound unhappy.
Six weeks later, Loki showed up on Earth disguised as Lady Sif and carting around a brand new assortment of nasty Asgardian tech, but the Avengers caught him before he'd had time to do more than ruin the days of a few dozen people.
"You got lucky," Loki said, with a curl of unsettlingly attractive lips.
"No, we used science," Jane said, her chin up, and Thor returned her proud smile before he manhandled Loki away.
*****
Jane racketed around the penthouse that evening like a nervous hummingbird until Thor arrived to collect her for their night on the town, and Pepper kissed Tony but said she intended to take a hot bath and go to bed early to recover from a day that began with an alien invasion, which left Bruce and Tony to their own devices.
"I have an idea. Let's play a game," Tony said.
That was always dangerous, but Bruce was in something of a dangerous mood. He'd stayed out of the fight and avoided having the other guy show up, but he could still feel a restless anger crackling under his skin, too close to the surface. Which was exactly the reason he shouldn't do anything except take a warm bath himself and go to bed with a book in which nothing alarming happened.
"What did you have in mind?" They'd had sex before, a number of times, but right then he wasn't sure he could calm down enough, as much as the idea appealed.
"Let me tell you what to do."
"And that would be different than the rest of the time how?"
"Very funny."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"As in you genuinely don't want to, or as in you're afraid you'll rip my head off?"
"As in I don't want to rip your head off," Bruce said.
"Go pour me another drink," Tony said. "There, see, you didn't rip my head off."
"I also didn't do it."
"So it's your choice. Entirely up to you." Tony spread his hands. "You just want to fuck me? You can fuck me."
"I think you want to take me apart and put me back together again better," Bruce said.
"I want to make you feel better," Tony said, something serious showing for a moment under the teasing spirit of experiment. "But it's your call."
Bruce rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the frustration that cramped them. "If you try to make me do something I really don't want to do, something very bad will happen."
"I wouldn't do that."
"And you have to stop if I tell you to. No questions, no 'maybe we can make it work,' I need you to stop and get away from me."
Tony nodded. "You want JARVIS to monitor your pulse?"
"Can he do that?"
"JARVIS, what's Dr. Banner's current heart rate?"
There was a measurable pause. "I am measuring 78 beats per minute."
"Give me an alarm if it goes over--" He looked at Bruce.
"150 beats per minute."
"What he said."
"Understood," JARVIS said. "Please be careful."
Bruce wondered about the programming there, under what circumstances Tony had told JARVIS to remind him to be careful, and what kind of self-knowledge combined with a lack of self-restraint that represented. Or maybe it was a kind of self-restraint.
"It's still your call," Tony said.
Bruce took a breath and let it out. "All right. Tell me what to do."
"Take your clothes off."
He stripped, more self-conscious than seemed reasonable given how much time he spent waking up with no clothes on. Which might be the reason, now that he thought about it.
"You have seen Playboy centerfolds naked," he said. "Explain to me the appeal?" He gestured down at his naked self in amusement.
Tony shrugged. "It's probably a power thing," he said. He circled Bruce, tracing the small of his back and the plane of his hip with his fingers, apparently no more able to resist touching than he was when he saw an interesting machine. "Although I think you're very attractive compared to the portion of the population that's not specifically selected to make people's dicks hard."
"I don't really worry about whether I'm pretty," Bruce said, still amused. Tony's fingers found one of his nipples and investigated. "And that doesn't really do anything for me."
Tony made a thoughtful noise and tried the base of his tailbone instead. That was undeniably erotic, and he felt his cock responding, entirely exposed as it grew erect.
"Take my clothes off," Tony said. He stood with his shoulders back, and Bruce slipped his jacket off his shoulders. It was unexpectedly interesting, although he'd never thought of himself as having a service kink. Not that he'd ever really tried it.
He came round to unbutton Tony's shirt, his fingers lingering at Tony's cuffs, and then slipped that off Tony's shoulders too. The arc reactor glowed brightly through Tony's undershirt, and Bruce hesitated.
"All of it," Tony said.
It was more awkward getting a T-shirt off someone else, but he managed, with Tony not resisting but not going out of his way to help, either. His bare chest was tanned, the light of the arc reactor throwing inhumanly colored shadows across his skin. He unbuckled Tony's belt and unfastened his pants, and slid pants and underwear down to bare his cock.
"You're forgetting something, unless shoes turn you on," Tony said.
"Damn it," Bruce said in amusement. He went down on one knee, which he'd been uncertain about, but which felt only practical under the circumstances, and undid Tony's shoelaces. He got him out of shoes and socks, and then the rest of the way out of his pants, leaving Tony standing naked and far less self-conscious about it.
Of course, it was hard to tell with Tony, because "not self-conscious at all" and "self-conscious and determined not to show it" were basically the same set of expressions. He didn't know enough to tell from body language, only that they'd been naked together before but only in bed, where darkness and blankets did something to soften the hard lines of the arc reactor set into Tony's bare chest.
Tony shrugged, his expression unreadable for a moment, and then went and got condoms and lube. "Would you rather give me a blow job, or get fucked?"
"Get fucked," Bruce said. He liked giving head, most of the time, but he was too keyed up to get much out of that indirect a form of stimulation at the moment.
"Would you rather get fucked, or fuck me?"
"I thought you were telling me what to do."
"So I'm telling you to answer the question."
"Get fucked," Bruce said, his face heating. It wasn't that he thought there was anything wrong with it, but he still felt exposed admitting that was what he wanted at the moment, Tony's body holding him down and opening him up.
"Go get the condoms, then."
Tony arranged pillows like he was calculating ideal angles and guided Bruce down to lie sprawled over them, climbing onto the bed behind him. Then his fingers were exploring, slick with lube, and he reached around with his other hand and wrapped it around Bruce's cock.
His heart was hammering, but it didn't feel dangerous, not that dangerous. There was the stretch and slide as Tony pressed in, hard and so good.
"What do you want most right now?" Tony said.
"Fuck me, for God's sake, fuck me," Bruce said urgently, and as he felt Tony thrust, cramping pleasure that seemed to go through him all the way to his cock, he realized that really was what he wanted most right then, not to smash someone into the ground. And if that was true, then maybe it was actually safe to let go for a while, and let his body do what it wanted--
He groaned and pressed up hard against Tony's weight, and Tony stilled for a moment, as if unsure whether that was pleasure or distress.
"Don't stop," Bruce managed.
"I'm calling the shots here," Tony said. "You can tell me you like it."
"I like it, I like it, I--"
Tony thrust again, harder, and Bruce found his words turning into incoherent noise. He rocked back against Tony, and Tony fucked him, steadily and deeply, his body a warm weight pressing Bruce down. Bruce's pulse was hammering, everything in his groin drawing tight with the need for release, and just as he was beginning to tense again, because if this went on much longer, it'd be too much, Tony shifted his weight and found an angle that nearly made him scream at the pressure against his prostate. It felt good, but it was almost hard to tell, the sensation so intense it barely managed to register as pleasure rather than pain.
He was right on the ragged edge of orgasm, knowing that one more grinding thrust like that would tip him over, sure that Tony knew it too. For a moment he was afraid Tony was about to tell him not to come yet, and that trying to resist would be the last straw, send him crashing into sudden fury that would break them both apart--
"Now you can come," Tony said, and Bruce thrust blindly into Tony's hand as the orgasm wracked him, took him apart and put him back together again. He was only distantly aware of Tony still thrusting, chasing his own climax and then reaching it with a satisfied groan. He felt no desire to move at all, sprawled under Tony's weight, catching his breath.
"There," Tony said after a moment, shifting off him and rubbing the small of Bruce's back. "Better?"
"Much better, actually," Bruce admitted when he could remember how language worked.
"I thought distracting you would help."
"You distracted me, all right." He closed his eyes, letting Tony's touch lull him, and then realized he needed to know something. "Were you being careful?" It was possible Tony had managed to keep them in safe territory entirely by accident, if not particularly likely.
"Yes, I was," Tony said, and Bruce settled back into his hands.
*****
When he woke up, Tony was gone. Bruce spent a minute hunting for pants, any kind of pants, and then found his own but decided they were too much the worse for wear from the day to be bearable. He pulled on a pair of Tony's pajama pants instead and ventured out toward the kitchen in search of food.
He found Tony and Thor and Jane gathered around a lit computer screen. Thor's arm was draped around Jane's shoulders, her head on his chest, and he was trying to explain what he knew about the Asgardian methods of travel between realms. Jane looked at least a little drunk, and also very cheerful.
"That doesn't make sense," she said. "It shouldn't be stable, unless the power source actually exists in all the realms at the same time--"
"It might, right?" Tony said. He'd gotten dressed again, at least in jeans and a T-shirt, but his feet were bare.
"It shouldn't. Bruce, tell him that shouldn't work. Even though apparently it does."
"I promise you, it does," Thor said. "You should come to Asgard and see."
"I would love to," Jane said. "I would kill to see your star charts. I mean, of course there are other reasons ..."
"Like her enormous crush on you," Tony told Thor.
"It's not a crush," Jane said, turning her head up so that Thor could kiss her, which he did cheerfully. "Because that makes me sound like I'm ten."
"The thing is, I can see how what Thor's saying might work," Bruce said. He hesitated, torn between food and science. "How about I scramble some eggs and then we can work through the physics?"
"I have a better idea. How about Thor and Tony scramble some eggs while you tell me what you're thinking," Jane said. "And then they can come back and tell us what they think."
"If you like," Thor said gallantly, untangling himself and looking around for the kitchen.
"I see how it is," Tony said, but he headed off to show Thor where the kitchen was. Bruce wasn't sure that Thor and Tony attempting to cook anything could end well, but he decided they were both big boys, and they could probably figure it out.
Bruce sat down and swiveled the holographic screen around into his reach.
"You know, this may be my ideal date," Jane said. "Do you think that's really weird?"
"I think I know exactly what you mean," Bruce said, and started typing.
Author: Penknife
Recipient: agenttrojie
Rating: NC-17
Universe: movie
Pairing/Characters: Bruce/Tony, Jane (with background Thor/Jane), implied Tony/Pepper
Word Count: ~3000
Disclaimer: They're not mine; they belong to the copyright holders.
Summary: In which Bruce, Tony, and Jane share a lab, and more than one experiment goes right.
Warnings: consensual verbal domination
Jane Foster arrived at the tower with her laptop, several crates full of equipment, her own travel mug, and a crackling level of frustration that Bruce could almost feel coming off her skin.
"Here's the thing," she said firmly. "I am onto something, here. I think I know a way for us to detect anything entering our 'realm' from another one, whether they're using the Tesseract or the Bifrost Bridge or anything else out there. I need help making it work, and I need to be able to work on it without Fury breathing down my neck."
"Well, I do like a good chance to stick it to Fury," Tony said. He was only half awake, squinting at her as if he thought that might make her go away, but he was beginning to look more interested than annoyed.
"What's the catch?" Bruce said.
Jane looked up at him. "Why do you assume there's a catch?"
He shrugged. "I just find that when Asgardian technology is involved, there tends to be some really spectacular downside risks."
"You worry too much," Tony said. "What is the catch?"
Jane let out a breath, and her shoulders sagged a little. "I think it's going to eat power. Like, potentially take the Manhattan power grid offline."
"I have an arc reactor for that," Tony said immediately, and Bruce knew he was hooked.
Tony set her up with a private lab, but Jane didn't seem to like working by herself any more than Tony did, and a lot of the time the three of them ended up sharing space, or at least invading one another's space.
"I think we can cut the power consumption and still detect an Einstein-Rosen bridge opening--"
Tony spread his hands, schematics fanning out under his fingers like a conjurer's trick. "Yeah, but here's the beauty of building an arc reactor into the orbital component--"
"Are we building an orbital component?" Bruce asked in bemusement.
"We have to, because otherwise the power consumption really gets freaky--"
"Is freaky a technical term?" Jane asked, putting her head to one side and standing on tiptoe to look over Tony's shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm going to talk to the weights and measures people about that, I think freakyjoule is a much better name than petajoule."
Jane rolled her eyes at him. "Because 'freaky' is the number between four and six?"
"You said it, I didn't," Tony said. "Four is swinging, five is an orgy. Therefore ..."
"If we put that big an arc reactor in it--"
"Then it'll have a really big arc reactor."
"What if it hits something?"
Tony shrugged. "Then it goes boom."
"Fury is going to hate this," Bruce said. He turned up his hands as both of them turned to him. "I'm just saying, we need permission to launch a satellite, right?"
"I usually try for forgiveness instead," Tony said. He tapped at his schematic and sent it spinning lazily on two axes. He frowned at it. "We could build in a defensive system."
"If it looks like a weapon, we are definitely not going to get to put it in orbit," Jane said. "I think we can sell Fury on an early warning system."
"We could armor it," Tony said. He reached absently for Jane's travel mug, and she fished it neatly out of his range. Bruce took pity on Tony and handed him Bruce's own coffee. It was stone cold, but Tony drained it absently, his eyes on the schematics.
"I think we need more sensitive detection of quantum particles," Jane said.
"I have an idea about that," Bruce said, and flipped his own display around to show them his work. They both leaned in closer. Tony set down Bruce's empty coffee mug and reached for Jane's again.
"No, get your own," Jane said. "Wow, that could work."
"I see how where you're going with that," Tony said, conjuring another screen out of thin air, his fingers flying as he typed furious lines of code. "JARVIS, what do you think?"
"Dr. Banner's calculations appear to be correct," JARVIS said.
"See, JARVIS says I'm right," Bruce said.
"JARVIS likes you. I think he's getting a crush on you or something."
"No, that would be you," Jane said.
"Well, who wouldn't?" Tony said, unperturbed.
Bruce snorted. "You do not have a crush on me. That makes you sound like you're ten."
"When I was ten years old, I had a crush on a microcomputer," Tony said.
"And, let me guess, you took it apart to see how it worked," Bruce said.
"Who wouldn't?" Tony said. "And I put it back together better."
"You probably shouldn't try that with people," Jane said.
"Only if they want me to," Tony said. He wasn't looking at Bruce, but there was something in his expression that suggested that now he was deliberately not looking at Bruce.
"That probably won't work with people," Bruce said.
"Can't tell unless you try." Tony gave his model another spin and stepped back to show it off.
"Can you build that?" Jane asked.
"He can build it," Bruce said. If a working set of specifications existed, he was entirely confident in Tony's ability to turn them into metal and wiring.
"Then let's do it," she said.
Fury wasn't happy until he had their people test the prototype, and then he took it smoothly out of their hands and started making preparations for a covert launch.
"It would be nice to get credit for once," Jane said, bent over her laptop watching Fury's recording of the launch, a cup of coffee protectively clutched in her hands, but she didn't actually sound unhappy.
Six weeks later, Loki showed up on Earth disguised as Lady Sif and carting around a brand new assortment of nasty Asgardian tech, but the Avengers caught him before he'd had time to do more than ruin the days of a few dozen people.
"You got lucky," Loki said, with a curl of unsettlingly attractive lips.
"No, we used science," Jane said, her chin up, and Thor returned her proud smile before he manhandled Loki away.
*****
Jane racketed around the penthouse that evening like a nervous hummingbird until Thor arrived to collect her for their night on the town, and Pepper kissed Tony but said she intended to take a hot bath and go to bed early to recover from a day that began with an alien invasion, which left Bruce and Tony to their own devices.
"I have an idea. Let's play a game," Tony said.
That was always dangerous, but Bruce was in something of a dangerous mood. He'd stayed out of the fight and avoided having the other guy show up, but he could still feel a restless anger crackling under his skin, too close to the surface. Which was exactly the reason he shouldn't do anything except take a warm bath himself and go to bed with a book in which nothing alarming happened.
"What did you have in mind?" They'd had sex before, a number of times, but right then he wasn't sure he could calm down enough, as much as the idea appealed.
"Let me tell you what to do."
"And that would be different than the rest of the time how?"
"Very funny."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"As in you genuinely don't want to, or as in you're afraid you'll rip my head off?"
"As in I don't want to rip your head off," Bruce said.
"Go pour me another drink," Tony said. "There, see, you didn't rip my head off."
"I also didn't do it."
"So it's your choice. Entirely up to you." Tony spread his hands. "You just want to fuck me? You can fuck me."
"I think you want to take me apart and put me back together again better," Bruce said.
"I want to make you feel better," Tony said, something serious showing for a moment under the teasing spirit of experiment. "But it's your call."
Bruce rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the frustration that cramped them. "If you try to make me do something I really don't want to do, something very bad will happen."
"I wouldn't do that."
"And you have to stop if I tell you to. No questions, no 'maybe we can make it work,' I need you to stop and get away from me."
Tony nodded. "You want JARVIS to monitor your pulse?"
"Can he do that?"
"JARVIS, what's Dr. Banner's current heart rate?"
There was a measurable pause. "I am measuring 78 beats per minute."
"Give me an alarm if it goes over--" He looked at Bruce.
"150 beats per minute."
"What he said."
"Understood," JARVIS said. "Please be careful."
Bruce wondered about the programming there, under what circumstances Tony had told JARVIS to remind him to be careful, and what kind of self-knowledge combined with a lack of self-restraint that represented. Or maybe it was a kind of self-restraint.
"It's still your call," Tony said.
Bruce took a breath and let it out. "All right. Tell me what to do."
"Take your clothes off."
He stripped, more self-conscious than seemed reasonable given how much time he spent waking up with no clothes on. Which might be the reason, now that he thought about it.
"You have seen Playboy centerfolds naked," he said. "Explain to me the appeal?" He gestured down at his naked self in amusement.
Tony shrugged. "It's probably a power thing," he said. He circled Bruce, tracing the small of his back and the plane of his hip with his fingers, apparently no more able to resist touching than he was when he saw an interesting machine. "Although I think you're very attractive compared to the portion of the population that's not specifically selected to make people's dicks hard."
"I don't really worry about whether I'm pretty," Bruce said, still amused. Tony's fingers found one of his nipples and investigated. "And that doesn't really do anything for me."
Tony made a thoughtful noise and tried the base of his tailbone instead. That was undeniably erotic, and he felt his cock responding, entirely exposed as it grew erect.
"Take my clothes off," Tony said. He stood with his shoulders back, and Bruce slipped his jacket off his shoulders. It was unexpectedly interesting, although he'd never thought of himself as having a service kink. Not that he'd ever really tried it.
He came round to unbutton Tony's shirt, his fingers lingering at Tony's cuffs, and then slipped that off Tony's shoulders too. The arc reactor glowed brightly through Tony's undershirt, and Bruce hesitated.
"All of it," Tony said.
It was more awkward getting a T-shirt off someone else, but he managed, with Tony not resisting but not going out of his way to help, either. His bare chest was tanned, the light of the arc reactor throwing inhumanly colored shadows across his skin. He unbuckled Tony's belt and unfastened his pants, and slid pants and underwear down to bare his cock.
"You're forgetting something, unless shoes turn you on," Tony said.
"Damn it," Bruce said in amusement. He went down on one knee, which he'd been uncertain about, but which felt only practical under the circumstances, and undid Tony's shoelaces. He got him out of shoes and socks, and then the rest of the way out of his pants, leaving Tony standing naked and far less self-conscious about it.
Of course, it was hard to tell with Tony, because "not self-conscious at all" and "self-conscious and determined not to show it" were basically the same set of expressions. He didn't know enough to tell from body language, only that they'd been naked together before but only in bed, where darkness and blankets did something to soften the hard lines of the arc reactor set into Tony's bare chest.
Tony shrugged, his expression unreadable for a moment, and then went and got condoms and lube. "Would you rather give me a blow job, or get fucked?"
"Get fucked," Bruce said. He liked giving head, most of the time, but he was too keyed up to get much out of that indirect a form of stimulation at the moment.
"Would you rather get fucked, or fuck me?"
"I thought you were telling me what to do."
"So I'm telling you to answer the question."
"Get fucked," Bruce said, his face heating. It wasn't that he thought there was anything wrong with it, but he still felt exposed admitting that was what he wanted at the moment, Tony's body holding him down and opening him up.
"Go get the condoms, then."
Tony arranged pillows like he was calculating ideal angles and guided Bruce down to lie sprawled over them, climbing onto the bed behind him. Then his fingers were exploring, slick with lube, and he reached around with his other hand and wrapped it around Bruce's cock.
His heart was hammering, but it didn't feel dangerous, not that dangerous. There was the stretch and slide as Tony pressed in, hard and so good.
"What do you want most right now?" Tony said.
"Fuck me, for God's sake, fuck me," Bruce said urgently, and as he felt Tony thrust, cramping pleasure that seemed to go through him all the way to his cock, he realized that really was what he wanted most right then, not to smash someone into the ground. And if that was true, then maybe it was actually safe to let go for a while, and let his body do what it wanted--
He groaned and pressed up hard against Tony's weight, and Tony stilled for a moment, as if unsure whether that was pleasure or distress.
"Don't stop," Bruce managed.
"I'm calling the shots here," Tony said. "You can tell me you like it."
"I like it, I like it, I--"
Tony thrust again, harder, and Bruce found his words turning into incoherent noise. He rocked back against Tony, and Tony fucked him, steadily and deeply, his body a warm weight pressing Bruce down. Bruce's pulse was hammering, everything in his groin drawing tight with the need for release, and just as he was beginning to tense again, because if this went on much longer, it'd be too much, Tony shifted his weight and found an angle that nearly made him scream at the pressure against his prostate. It felt good, but it was almost hard to tell, the sensation so intense it barely managed to register as pleasure rather than pain.
He was right on the ragged edge of orgasm, knowing that one more grinding thrust like that would tip him over, sure that Tony knew it too. For a moment he was afraid Tony was about to tell him not to come yet, and that trying to resist would be the last straw, send him crashing into sudden fury that would break them both apart--
"Now you can come," Tony said, and Bruce thrust blindly into Tony's hand as the orgasm wracked him, took him apart and put him back together again. He was only distantly aware of Tony still thrusting, chasing his own climax and then reaching it with a satisfied groan. He felt no desire to move at all, sprawled under Tony's weight, catching his breath.
"There," Tony said after a moment, shifting off him and rubbing the small of Bruce's back. "Better?"
"Much better, actually," Bruce admitted when he could remember how language worked.
"I thought distracting you would help."
"You distracted me, all right." He closed his eyes, letting Tony's touch lull him, and then realized he needed to know something. "Were you being careful?" It was possible Tony had managed to keep them in safe territory entirely by accident, if not particularly likely.
"Yes, I was," Tony said, and Bruce settled back into his hands.
*****
When he woke up, Tony was gone. Bruce spent a minute hunting for pants, any kind of pants, and then found his own but decided they were too much the worse for wear from the day to be bearable. He pulled on a pair of Tony's pajama pants instead and ventured out toward the kitchen in search of food.
He found Tony and Thor and Jane gathered around a lit computer screen. Thor's arm was draped around Jane's shoulders, her head on his chest, and he was trying to explain what he knew about the Asgardian methods of travel between realms. Jane looked at least a little drunk, and also very cheerful.
"That doesn't make sense," she said. "It shouldn't be stable, unless the power source actually exists in all the realms at the same time--"
"It might, right?" Tony said. He'd gotten dressed again, at least in jeans and a T-shirt, but his feet were bare.
"It shouldn't. Bruce, tell him that shouldn't work. Even though apparently it does."
"I promise you, it does," Thor said. "You should come to Asgard and see."
"I would love to," Jane said. "I would kill to see your star charts. I mean, of course there are other reasons ..."
"Like her enormous crush on you," Tony told Thor.
"It's not a crush," Jane said, turning her head up so that Thor could kiss her, which he did cheerfully. "Because that makes me sound like I'm ten."
"The thing is, I can see how what Thor's saying might work," Bruce said. He hesitated, torn between food and science. "How about I scramble some eggs and then we can work through the physics?"
"I have a better idea. How about Thor and Tony scramble some eggs while you tell me what you're thinking," Jane said. "And then they can come back and tell us what they think."
"If you like," Thor said gallantly, untangling himself and looking around for the kitchen.
"I see how it is," Tony said, but he headed off to show Thor where the kitchen was. Bruce wasn't sure that Thor and Tony attempting to cook anything could end well, but he decided they were both big boys, and they could probably figure it out.
Bruce sat down and swiveled the holographic screen around into his reach.
"You know, this may be my ideal date," Jane said. "Do you think that's really weird?"
"I think I know exactly what you mean," Bruce said, and started typing.