Hardware 1/2
anonymous
October 19 2010, 01:20:42 UTC
Steve noticed the faint glow as soon as Tony closed the door behind them, shining faintly in the dark room even through all the layers of his suit. It was the only source of light, and tinted everything with a faint blue-white glow, illuminating Tony’s face from underneath like a child holding a flashlight up to tell ghost stories at summer camp. When Tony reached for the light switch, Steve grabbed his wrist to stop him.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “I like being able to see it.”
Tony glanced down as if only just remembering about it. “Really? Most people find it strange. I slept with a woman a few months back that wouldn’t let me take my shirt off because she was afraid it would explode.”
Steve laughed. “No, it’s...” He trailed off, unable to think of a word that described it, and attacked Tony’s suit jacket, pulling the buttons free and helping to undo his tie.
“Too many layers,” he muttered, struggling with his dress shirt. The way Tony was groping his ass didn’t help his concentration any. “You should have just come in one of those tanks you wear around the house, with the holes cut out in the centre.”
“I thought about it,” Tony said, in the way that made Steve almost believe he actually had considered it. “But then I would have people staring at the reactor while I stared down the front of their date’s gowns, and that’s so horribly roundabout.”
The shirt free, there was only his undershirt left. This one was still intact, but it was so thin that it did little to shade the light from the reactor. Steve pushed Tony onto the bed, straddled him, and leaned over to look more closely at his chest. The individual facets of glass were only barely defined through the shirt, but he was still able to trace them through the cloth, running his finger around the outer circle, then very gently placing the pad of his index finger in the centre.
“Can you feel that?” Steve asked.
“Sort of,” Tony said, pausing to gasp as Steve rocked into Tony’s hips. “There’s no sensors through the glass, of course, it’s not even possible for there to be. But I can feel the vibrations through the metal if you were to tap it, for example.” He sat up for a moment to pull off the last layer. The light shone in full now, the shadows it cast on Tony’s chest sharper and more defined than the soft haze from before, and when he lay back down, the light filled the room.
“It’s so bright,” Steve murmured. He’d seen the reactor bared before, but always with other lights around to wash it out. Never like this.
“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to get used to. Like having a night-light. I couldn’t sleep properly at first, because it’s at that angle where even with my eyes closed it gets through my eyelids.”
“Liar,” Steve teased. “You don’t sleep anyway.”
“True enough,” Tony admitted. He pulled Steve down to kiss him, the light momentarily blotted out between their chests. Steve could feel the metal against his chest, surprised when it wasn’t cool or hot, either of which he’d expected, but the same temperature as the rest of Tony’s body.
“You can touch it,” Tony said suddenly, his hands coming up to Steve’s shoulders to push him down. “In fact, please do touch it. It’s a really great feeling.”
Steve hesitated, placing his hands on Tony’s chest instead, spreading his palms on either side of the reactor. “I want to, but...I’m afraid of breaking it,” he admitted.
A hand under his chin prompted him to look up at Tony, his face still shadowed by the light. “Steve, it’s not going to break. This thing is keeping me alive. If it’s survived all the battles I’ve been in, it can hold up to your fingers, even with the super soldier serum.”
Steve looked back down, feeling a little foolish. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”
Tony shrugged, rolling his hips in the same movement. Steve caught up the slack, rocking against him, creating friction that felt so good he barely heard Tony’s reply. “Don’t worry. Most people don’t even get that far. So, you going to touch it?”
Steve nodded and ran his fingers around the skin surrounding the disk. Tony gasped, and Steve paused, looked up in alarm. “What’s wrong? I thought you said it was all right.”
Re: Hardware 2/2
anonymous
October 19 2010, 01:22:53 UTC
“It’s not bad! It’s not bad at all!” Tony assured him. “The skin around there is very sensitive.”
Steve grinned and moved to the reactor itself, letting the warmth tickle his fingertips, drumming his fingers upon the glass. It made a dull, hollow clicking sound, but judging from Tony’s erratic breathing it wasn’t hurting at all.
Steve bent to suck on one of Tony’s nipples, and an idea occurred to him. “Tony, the reactor is waterproof, right?”
“Yeah-” Tony managed to gasp out. “I mean I-ohgod-shower with it-why?”
Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the centre facet, smiling at the warmth he felt upon his lips as he did so, then ran his tongue along the seam where metal met skin, rutting against him as he did so.
Tony yelled and grabbed at Steve’s shoulders, his nails scratching the skin. “Oh, fuck-oh, God, Steve-”
Ignoring the cry of protest, Steve pulled away and began unbuttoning Tony’s dress slacks. “You should have told me about this ages ago.”
“I’m as surprised as you are. No one-no one has ever done that before.” Undoing the fly on Steve’s pants, Tony slipped a hand inside and cupped his palm around Steve’s erection, stroking it gently.
Steve bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan. “That’s such a shame. Your arc reactor...it’s really beautiful, Tony,” he said softly.
Tony opened his mouth to say something, but cut off into a loud moan when Steve took both of their cocks in hand and began stroking. One of Tony’s hands joined his, the other found its way to his hip, encouraging him to jerk his hips in time with their strokes.
Steve didn’t last long. The sight of Tony, his dampened hair creating strange shadows that framed his face and the sheen of sweat upon his skin shining in the light sending him over the edge. He spilled over Tony’s stomach, a few drops of semen splattering across the glass of the reactor.
Glancing down and back up, Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Steve beat him to his suggestion, leaning down to lick the glass clean, swiping his tongue around the edge of the disc, salty semen mixing with the taste of metal and skin.
Tony gave a desperate cry that Steve knew meant he was about to come. He licked a finger and went back to tracing patterns around the edge of the disc so that he could watch Tony, light shifting over his face as he clenched his teeth around one cry, and then let the second one ring out, coming into Steve’s hand.
“Well.” Tony was the first to speak as they attempted to clean up with his undershirt. “Not quite what I had in mind when I invented it, but then I’m always finding new uses for things.” There was a pause, then Tony grinned. “Hey, do you think I could make it fuckable?”
“Don’t,” he said quietly. “I like being able to see it.”
Tony glanced down as if only just remembering about it. “Really? Most people find it strange. I slept with a woman a few months back that wouldn’t let me take my shirt off because she was afraid it would explode.”
Steve laughed. “No, it’s...” He trailed off, unable to think of a word that described it, and attacked Tony’s suit jacket, pulling the buttons free and helping to undo his tie.
“Too many layers,” he muttered, struggling with his dress shirt. The way Tony was groping his ass didn’t help his concentration any. “You should have just come in one of those tanks you wear around the house, with the holes cut out in the centre.”
“I thought about it,” Tony said, in the way that made Steve almost believe he actually had considered it. “But then I would have people staring at the reactor while I stared down the front of their date’s gowns, and that’s so horribly roundabout.”
The shirt free, there was only his undershirt left. This one was still intact, but it was so thin that it did little to shade the light from the reactor. Steve pushed Tony onto the bed, straddled him, and leaned over to look more closely at his chest. The individual facets of glass were only barely defined through the shirt, but he was still able to trace them through the cloth, running his finger around the outer circle, then very gently placing the pad of his index finger in the centre.
“Can you feel that?” Steve asked.
“Sort of,” Tony said, pausing to gasp as Steve rocked into Tony’s hips. “There’s no sensors through the glass, of course, it’s not even possible for there to be. But I can feel the vibrations through the metal if you were to tap it, for example.” He sat up for a moment to pull off the last layer. The light shone in full now, the shadows it cast on Tony’s chest sharper and more defined than the soft haze from before, and when he lay back down, the light filled the room.
“It’s so bright,” Steve murmured. He’d seen the reactor bared before, but always with other lights around to wash it out. Never like this.
“Yeah, it’s kind of hard to get used to. Like having a night-light. I couldn’t sleep properly at first, because it’s at that angle where even with my eyes closed it gets through my eyelids.”
“Liar,” Steve teased. “You don’t sleep anyway.”
“True enough,” Tony admitted. He pulled Steve down to kiss him, the light momentarily blotted out between their chests. Steve could feel the metal against his chest, surprised when it wasn’t cool or hot, either of which he’d expected, but the same temperature as the rest of Tony’s body.
“You can touch it,” Tony said suddenly, his hands coming up to Steve’s shoulders to push him down. “In fact, please do touch it. It’s a really great feeling.”
Steve hesitated, placing his hands on Tony’s chest instead, spreading his palms on either side of the reactor. “I want to, but...I’m afraid of breaking it,” he admitted.
A hand under his chin prompted him to look up at Tony, his face still shadowed by the light. “Steve, it’s not going to break. This thing is keeping me alive. If it’s survived all the battles I’ve been in, it can hold up to your fingers, even with the super soldier serum.”
Steve looked back down, feeling a little foolish. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”
Tony shrugged, rolling his hips in the same movement. Steve caught up the slack, rocking against him, creating friction that felt so good he barely heard Tony’s reply. “Don’t worry. Most people don’t even get that far. So, you going to touch it?”
Steve nodded and ran his fingers around the skin surrounding the disk. Tony gasped, and Steve paused, looked up in alarm. “What’s wrong? I thought you said it was all right.”
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Steve grinned and moved to the reactor itself, letting the warmth tickle his fingertips, drumming his fingers upon the glass. It made a dull, hollow clicking sound, but judging from Tony’s erratic breathing it wasn’t hurting at all.
Steve bent to suck on one of Tony’s nipples, and an idea occurred to him. “Tony, the reactor is waterproof, right?”
“Yeah-” Tony managed to gasp out. “I mean I-ohgod-shower with it-why?”
Steve leaned down, pressed a kiss to the centre facet, smiling at the warmth he felt upon his lips as he did so, then ran his tongue along the seam where metal met skin, rutting against him as he did so.
Tony yelled and grabbed at Steve’s shoulders, his nails scratching the skin. “Oh, fuck-oh, God, Steve-”
Ignoring the cry of protest, Steve pulled away and began unbuttoning Tony’s dress slacks. “You should have told me about this ages ago.”
“I’m as surprised as you are. No one-no one has ever done that before.” Undoing the fly on Steve’s pants, Tony slipped a hand inside and cupped his palm around Steve’s erection, stroking it gently.
Steve bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan. “That’s such a shame. Your arc reactor...it’s really beautiful, Tony,” he said softly.
Tony opened his mouth to say something, but cut off into a loud moan when Steve took both of their cocks in hand and began stroking. One of Tony’s hands joined his, the other found its way to his hip, encouraging him to jerk his hips in time with their strokes.
Steve didn’t last long. The sight of Tony, his dampened hair creating strange shadows that framed his face and the sheen of sweat upon his skin shining in the light sending him over the edge. He spilled over Tony’s stomach, a few drops of semen splattering across the glass of the reactor.
Glancing down and back up, Tony opened his mouth to speak, but Steve beat him to his suggestion, leaning down to lick the glass clean, swiping his tongue around the edge of the disc, salty semen mixing with the taste of metal and skin.
Tony gave a desperate cry that Steve knew meant he was about to come. He licked a finger and went back to tracing patterns around the edge of the disc so that he could watch Tony, light shifting over his face as he clenched his teeth around one cry, and then let the second one ring out, coming into Steve’s hand.
“Well.” Tony was the first to speak as they attempted to clean up with his undershirt. “Not quite what I had in mind when I invented it, but then I’m always finding new uses for things.” There was a pause, then Tony grinned. “Hey, do you think I could make it fuckable?”
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