[Avengers] My Shirt Looks Good on You
Title: My Shirt Looks Good on You
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Summary: Tony's wearing Steve's clothes, and Steve's a little turned on by it.
Steve has already done his morning run, showered, shaved, and started breakfast by the time Tony wanders into the kitchen. His hair is still sticking up in all directions, and he’s yawning as he pads across the tiled floor.
“Did you start the coffee?” Tony asks, but Steve doesn’t hear him, because he’s too busy staring at the bit of collarbone peeking out of Tony’s shirt. Well, Steve’s shirt if Steve is being truthful.
Steve doesn’t know why Tony’s wearing his shirt, but it’s too big for him, and the collar is off center which is why Steve can see Tony’s collarbone, the dip of skin, that little hollow that Steve loves to flick his tongue in. It makes Tony writhe and moan without fail every time, and Steve smiles just thinking about it.
“Hello?” Tony asks, waving a hand in front of Steve’s face. “Coffee?”
“I don’t want any, but thank you,” Steve says. It’s the wrong response because Tony shakes his head.
“I guess that means you didn’t put any on. What is wrong with you this morning?”
He turns to start the coffee, and Steve realizes that not only is Tony wearing his shirt, he’s also wearing his sweatpants. They’re too big so even though Tony’s rolled them he’s still stepping on the bottoms, and while Steve mourns that they aren’t tight enough to cup Tony’s ass, he can’t be too upset because Tony is standing there, completely natural, in Steve’s clothes.
Steve grips the handle of the frying pan and stares. He and Tony haven’t broadcasted their relationship for a variety of reasons, but here Tony is in Steve’s shirt and pants, and Steve can’t help but feel like this is a small sign that they’re together, and even if no one else picks up on it, Steve knows. Tony is his, and the thought makes a thrill run through Steve’s body.
It also makes Steve abandon his eggs and press Tony against the counter so he can kiss him. Tony tastes like morning, like a fresh start, and Steve fists his hands in the fabric of Tony’s-Steve’s-shirt as he kisses him.
Steve pulls back so Tony can breathe, but he doesn’t want to stop touching Tony so he kisses up his jaw, licks at his ear, pulls Tony closer by his shirt.
“Definitely something wrong,” Tony says, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he guides Steve’s lips back to his own.
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Steve/Tony
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Summary: Tony's wearing Steve's clothes, and Steve's a little turned on by it.
Steve has already done his morning run, showered, shaved, and started breakfast by the time Tony wanders into the kitchen. His hair is still sticking up in all directions, and he’s yawning as he pads across the tiled floor.
“Did you start the coffee?” Tony asks, but Steve doesn’t hear him, because he’s too busy staring at the bit of collarbone peeking out of Tony’s shirt. Well, Steve’s shirt if Steve is being truthful.
Steve doesn’t know why Tony’s wearing his shirt, but it’s too big for him, and the collar is off center which is why Steve can see Tony’s collarbone, the dip of skin, that little hollow that Steve loves to flick his tongue in. It makes Tony writhe and moan without fail every time, and Steve smiles just thinking about it.
“Hello?” Tony asks, waving a hand in front of Steve’s face. “Coffee?”
“I don’t want any, but thank you,” Steve says. It’s the wrong response because Tony shakes his head.
“I guess that means you didn’t put any on. What is wrong with you this morning?”
He turns to start the coffee, and Steve realizes that not only is Tony wearing his shirt, he’s also wearing his sweatpants. They’re too big so even though Tony’s rolled them he’s still stepping on the bottoms, and while Steve mourns that they aren’t tight enough to cup Tony’s ass, he can’t be too upset because Tony is standing there, completely natural, in Steve’s clothes.
Steve grips the handle of the frying pan and stares. He and Tony haven’t broadcasted their relationship for a variety of reasons, but here Tony is in Steve’s shirt and pants, and Steve can’t help but feel like this is a small sign that they’re together, and even if no one else picks up on it, Steve knows. Tony is his, and the thought makes a thrill run through Steve’s body.
It also makes Steve abandon his eggs and press Tony against the counter so he can kiss him. Tony tastes like morning, like a fresh start, and Steve fists his hands in the fabric of Tony’s-Steve’s-shirt as he kisses him.
Steve pulls back so Tony can breathe, but he doesn’t want to stop touching Tony so he kisses up his jaw, licks at his ear, pulls Tony closer by his shirt.
“Definitely something wrong,” Tony says, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he guides Steve’s lips back to his own.