Marvel Cinematic Universe: Buffet #4, "Scream"
Title: High Hard Up
Author: salmon_pink
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Rhodey/Tony
Table: Buffet #4, prompt "scream"
Rating: R
Words: 493
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, dirty talk
“I did not make it weird,” Tony’s grumbling, because he’s had enough blame on his shoulders the last few days, he’s not taking this one too.
“‘After this is over, I’ll hold your own’,” Rhodey mimics with a snort, not even looking up from Tony’s belt buckle. “You remember how we were on comms for that? How everyone could hear you?”
“Okay, first of all, I don’t sound like that,” Tony cuts in. “Second of all, that’s not a bad idea, maybe we should have our comms on right now.” He pretends he doesn’t see Rhodey’s eye roll with the usual practiced ease. “Bet the others would love to hear the show.”
Rhodey shoves Tony’s jeans down his thighs a little rougher than is probably necessary. Tony responds by smirking and tilting his hips, dragging Rhodey in by a hand in his shirt.
“You get one fantasy today,” Rhodey informs him bluntly, doing a stellar job of ignoring the way Tony’s grinding against his hip. “Sex with the comms on, or sex on the Helicarrier. Pick one.”
The noise Tony makes isn’t actually a whine, no matter what that look in Rhodey’s eyes may say. “Come on, I helped save the world, I think I earned two fantasies.”
His head thumps back against the wall when Rhodey shoves a hand down his shorts and, really, that’s just fighting dirty.
“Pick. One.”
Life is so unfair, sometimes.
“Okay, fine,” he grunts, pushing up into the familiar warmth of Rhodey’s palm. “Helicarrier sex, you prude.”
That gets him a twitch at the corner of Rhodey’s mouth. “Then turn around and brace yourself against the wall.”
Oh shit, yes, and Tony’s maybe a little enthusiastic and a lot ridiculous, shuffling around with his jeans caught above his knees. But they’re on a Helicarrier, for crying out loud, and he’s been wanting to cross this off his sexual bucket list for way too long.
God bless Nick Fury for digging this up, the devious bastard.
Because, yeah, getting rid of HYDRA was a good thing, nobody’s disputing that, but there was maybe a little part of Tony that was bummed out seeing those Helicarriers crash over Washington. His tech went into those babies, and he was totally looking forward to taking advantage of that to get unsupervised access for the odd quickie.
He’s absolutely willing to put comm sex on the backburner to enjoy this.
He lets his head drop, forehead pressing against the wall, when Rhodey kicks his ankles apart. Not very far, stupid jeans still in the way, but it makes his cock twitch all the same.
“Gonna fuck you so damn hard,” Rhodey murmurs into his ear, still-clothed crotch rubbing up against Tony’s ass when he arches his back. “Won’t even need the comms on - everyone’s gonna hear you scream.”
Tony groans, pushing back into Rhodey’s hands.
Yeah, his judgement can be shaky, but he definitely made the right call on this one.
Author: salmon_pink
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Rhodey/Tony
Table: Buffet #4, prompt "scream"
Rating: R
Words: 493
Notes: Spoilers for Avengers: Age Of Ultron, dirty talk
“I did not make it weird,” Tony’s grumbling, because he’s had enough blame on his shoulders the last few days, he’s not taking this one too.
“‘After this is over, I’ll hold your own’,” Rhodey mimics with a snort, not even looking up from Tony’s belt buckle. “You remember how we were on comms for that? How everyone could hear you?”
“Okay, first of all, I don’t sound like that,” Tony cuts in. “Second of all, that’s not a bad idea, maybe we should have our comms on right now.” He pretends he doesn’t see Rhodey’s eye roll with the usual practiced ease. “Bet the others would love to hear the show.”
Rhodey shoves Tony’s jeans down his thighs a little rougher than is probably necessary. Tony responds by smirking and tilting his hips, dragging Rhodey in by a hand in his shirt.
“You get one fantasy today,” Rhodey informs him bluntly, doing a stellar job of ignoring the way Tony’s grinding against his hip. “Sex with the comms on, or sex on the Helicarrier. Pick one.”
The noise Tony makes isn’t actually a whine, no matter what that look in Rhodey’s eyes may say. “Come on, I helped save the world, I think I earned two fantasies.”
His head thumps back against the wall when Rhodey shoves a hand down his shorts and, really, that’s just fighting dirty.
“Pick. One.”
Life is so unfair, sometimes.
“Okay, fine,” he grunts, pushing up into the familiar warmth of Rhodey’s palm. “Helicarrier sex, you prude.”
That gets him a twitch at the corner of Rhodey’s mouth. “Then turn around and brace yourself against the wall.”
Oh shit, yes, and Tony’s maybe a little enthusiastic and a lot ridiculous, shuffling around with his jeans caught above his knees. But they’re on a Helicarrier, for crying out loud, and he’s been wanting to cross this off his sexual bucket list for way too long.
God bless Nick Fury for digging this up, the devious bastard.
Because, yeah, getting rid of HYDRA was a good thing, nobody’s disputing that, but there was maybe a little part of Tony that was bummed out seeing those Helicarriers crash over Washington. His tech went into those babies, and he was totally looking forward to taking advantage of that to get unsupervised access for the odd quickie.
He’s absolutely willing to put comm sex on the backburner to enjoy this.
He lets his head drop, forehead pressing against the wall, when Rhodey kicks his ankles apart. Not very far, stupid jeans still in the way, but it makes his cock twitch all the same.
“Gonna fuck you so damn hard,” Rhodey murmurs into his ear, still-clothed crotch rubbing up against Tony’s ass when he arches his back. “Won’t even need the comms on - everyone’s gonna hear you scream.”
Tony groans, pushing back into Rhodey’s hands.
Yeah, his judgement can be shaky, but he definitely made the right call on this one.