The Tony Stark Kink Meme

[iron_kink]

As of today 4/17/09 the Tony Stark Kink meme will not accept Tony/Steve prompts. Please direct those to the Steve/Tony Kink Meme.
The Tony Stark Kink Meme

Ground rules:
Post a prompt either anon or not in response to the post.
Reply to comment with filled prompt.
Keep it porny nothing under PG-13.
No concrit allowed. This is not the place for it

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[simmysim]

THIS is actually from a fic I've been working on for a while. Some context: Hank, Reed, Tony and other geniuses were de-aged to children. They started growing, and now that Tony's in his late teens, Steve's becoming bothered by the fact that he's not attracted to Tony at all.

Tony shot up at a ridiculous rate, so fast his body couldn't keep up. Arms thin, legs coltish, and it should look gangly and awkward, like every other teenager afflicted with extreme growth spurts, but Stark genes seem to've smiled down on him yet again. He's slender and long. Pretty.

"It's perfectly natural to be attracted to him at this age, he's physically as adult as can be--"

"That's the problem," Steve says. "I don't feel attracted to him. At all. He's . . . a child. That's what I see."

But -- he also sees Tony, his Tony, in glimpses. A smile or eyebrow lift, a word, there's his friend, his lover. But it's gone with the next move, next word, next shift, next breath. Back to the boy. One Steve enjoys, but not by any stretch sexually.

"Have you told him that?" Hank asks. Steve knows this Hank -- mid twenties, fresh faced -- is the the one he first met when pulled from the ice, but he's still jarringly young.

"No," Steve says. "He hasn't pushed it so far."

Tony's been surprisingly indirect in his advances, a hesitant touch on the shoulder or pushing close. Steve's been able to deflect and redirect, but knowing Tony, that won't last. He feels like scum for pushing him away, but he could no more have sex with this Tony than he could with Bucky. The thought makes his skin crawl.

**
STUFF!
**

Steve can tell his mouth is working, finishing off whatever it was he was saying, but he's turning, staring, focused utterly on the figure that just entered the room.

He closes the phone without saying goodbye.

Tony.

Tony, and suddenly what was missing is clear on Tony's face, there's a strip of black. His mustache. It's finally grown in, and Steve's crossing the room. Tony's eyebrows fly up in surprise, and it's right, that's his Tony's expression, the slow smile, it's all . . . his.

He was obviously working on some schematics before entering the room, the smell of Sharpie is overwhelming when Steve pulls him close.

He has enough sense to realize that this is, in a way, Tony's first kiss, should be something special. He makes a grand gesture of it, dipping the thin body in his arms back, probing deep, thrilling at the way Tony's breath catches in surprise. He kisses back, hard and just slightly rusty.

There's a deep blush on his face when Steve pulls back. His eyes dazed, he follows as if magnetized, planting a series of smaller, desperate kisses on Steve's lips. He's hard, just from that, and Steve hopes his smile won't be seen as condescending.

"We should -- the bedroom --" Tony says breathlessly, and Steve allows himself to be dragged, out the kitchen and down the hall. The door poses a problem, as Tony loses his patience and pounces again, each kiss a remarkable improvement on the last; he really is a fast learner.

Steve finally works through the riddle of the doorknob, making it to the bed with Tony in his arms is easy, effortless, he's thin, barely any weight at all.

Elbows only slightly knobby. Laugh only slightly higher.

Steve can't get enough of him, can't stop moving his hands over soft skin, mapping out the body beneath him. The cords of his neck feel fragile, in a way that makes Steve feel awful for pushing Tony away so many times before. He kisses, gently, all along his neck.

"Missed you," he says. "Missed this."

Tony moans an agreement. His lips are wet. Steve sticks his thumb between them, because he can, and Tony moans harder, sucking.

He's hard, almost dizzy with it. It's been months, almost a year. He's really, really missed Tony.

As aware as he was of the kiss, Steve wants to make this a warm memory. A happy one, something that will remind Tony of how much he's wanted, and loved.

[northstar_rocks]

OMG YAY! i remeber you saying you were writing teen!tony and steve, i almost forgot about it... at least i'm pretty sure it was you? Oh thank ypu thanak you thank you... i love having a wish find its way to a story ::bearhugs::

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[simmysim]

the smell of Sharpie is overwhelming when Steve pulls him close.

For a second I thought he'd drawn the 'stache on with sharpie, lol

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[simmysim]

Keep reading.

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[amarin_rose]

Mmmm, WANT the finished fic. Young! Tony is so endearingly cute. Also, Hank and Jan would be adorable with the Mrs. Robinson air. And Sue will have *three* kids, (no, wait, forgot Johnny) - I feel *so* sorry for her.