Fic: Charming Possibilities 2/?
Rating: R
Length: 1.490 words
Warnings: Non-explicit sex.
Part Two
The morning of the 26th found Tony blissfully exhausted in his bed. If there weren’t two warm figures sleeping soundly and using his chest as a pillow, he would have said that he was dreaming. But he was pretty much awake and the possibility of remembering what happened the previous night vanished along with the throb inside his head.
He collapsed his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes tightly, a sense of guilt washing over him. What did he do last night? He remembered that he was really mad at the fact that Pepper decided to turn him down cold, again, and spend her Christmas away from him. It wasn’t just that. He saw her leaving the Christmas party with an unknown man - a very handsome man with manners and all of that, things that weren’t even memorized in his vocabulary.
The worst part was that he couldn’t remember whether or not he slept with the women cuddled around him. Oh, heck. What if he did, after all? He’d been craving for a blowjob for the last year or so. And they felt really wonderful - warm and so sensually wrapped around him.
He slowly opened one eye to peek at them and he gasped in astonished delight. They were both red-heads with freckles. The guilt inside him grew just a little. He swallowed hard and wrapped both his arms around their freckled shoulders, silently praying that he wouldn’t get accustomed to them. He closed his eyes then and fell back asleep.
A couple of hours later he was startled awake by the feel of a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his manhood, but as the hand passed towards his chest he realized that he still had on his boxer briefs. He opened his eyes and was surprised when a hand came to stop on his arc reactor.
Tony smiled a bit shyly at them and fought a shiver when the hand resting on his arc stroked the puckered skin around it.
One of them tilted his chin towards her face and kissed him slowly and passionately. He groaned inside her mouth because then feel of her lips was too much. He hadn’t kissed a woman since Christine Everhart, for Christ’s sake. Of course that he’d had numerous occasions to kiss women since then, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He broke the kiss and looked at her lips with hunger, his eyes glimmering with lust.
“Hey, beautiful…” He said with an unmoving gaze.
The other woman started to place kisses aimless little kisses on his neck and jaw, arousing him even further. He could feel himself getting hard and he cursed himself for being so weak. He thought that he could stop them before they even started, but somehow he didn’t want to do that.
But when their hands reached inside his briefs and grabbed the hardness that was him he decided to quit fighting.
The Hollywood Hills home was quiet. Its occupant was asleep inside her bed and she was alone. For the first time in all these years - in all these years she’d known Tony - she had done something incredibly wrong. She didn’t think it was wrong that she had slept with Sean. She had been a little tipsy, she had to admit, but in all truth she needed that. She needed the comfort of a man’s embrace more than anything else. She regretted the fact that she had hurt Tony.
It was not the first time she did that, but she knew she should have been more personable with him on Christmas because she knew how he used to spend every single Christmas when she had been his assistant. He drank a lot and combined lots and lots of drinks until he passed out. The next morning she would find him on the floor of his workshop with a puddle of alcohol around him and he would smell like he’d just been inside of a brewery.
Of course that Sean had to leave at eight sharp because he had an emergency at the hospital and he needed to stay there till the 27th. She had fallen asleep in his embrace last night after they made love and she had woken up when he had gotten up and started to put his clothes back on. He had told her that if she needed anything she could give him a call and even if she won’t, he would call her when his shift ended.
The sheets were cold and she got up, trying to find her phone.
After the two women finished exhausting him properly once again, Tony dressed quickly and explained them that he didn’t usually call back after they’ve had sex. The red-heads nodded and kissed him playfully before heading out the door.
Tony smirked while he thought about what happened just an hour ago and went downstairs. He would need a cigar and a glass of scotch… desperately.
A few minutes passed as he drank in silence until Jarvis told him that Pepper needed to talk to him.
“Huh? Yeah, put her through.” He told his AI.
“Hello, Tony.” She whispered.
“Hi, Potts.” He greeted back.
“I just called because I was worried, you know?”
Tony almost chocked with his drink as he struggled to regain his breath.
“About what?” He asked nonchalantly.
He blinked heavily when he heard her sigh, and he bit his lip.
“You seem sober.” She told him with a heavy heart. “I thought you might… exaggerate with the drinking. Again.”
“Nope. I’ve had nothing, Pep. I promise.” He just didn’t say how much fun he had last night… and this morning.
“All right then. I-I have to go.” She murmured softly and he sighed heavily.
The hole in his chest got bigger when he heard her small sigh. Again…
“Potts, are you all right?” He asked.
“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be all right?”
I don’t know… You seem just a bit off.
He didn’t say that either.
“Dunno. See ya.”
“Bye.”
He stared at the glass in his hand with disgust, stood up and headed towards the shower. He would need it since the smell of those women was still imprinted inside his skin.
“Good ol’ Stark is back on the business.” He told himself while he stroked his abs.
He would need to look charming tonight because he was planning on another sex-capade. He really thought about talking a beautiful woman into a real relationship. It might work, he mused.
That night he showed up at an exclusive club. He was dressed terribly expensive. His dark suit was expensive, along with his light green shirt and a stripped dark green tie. Even his shoes were terribly expensive. Pretty much everything he wore was.
He sat down at a table and ordered a glass of scotch. It was his weakness nowadays. He searched through the crowd of dancing people while he drank it and saw a beautiful red-head who looked like she was alone.
Grinning madly he made his way towards her and when he reached her she smiled knowingly at him.
This would be fun.
She couldn’t resist his charm for too long. He was balls-deep inside of her just half an hour later inside the toilet. It didn’t matter - nothing mattered anymore. He just kept his nose buried into her soft, ginger hair while he pounded into her with short, deep thrusts.
He could barely contain the scream inside his throat when he came deep inside of her. He pulled out of her body with a groan and he left her there, panting, inside the clean toilet, but not before pressing a one hundred dollar bill into her hand.
He cried out softly when he heard her whispering behind him ‘I’m not a whore’, but he continued walking until he was out of the club in the darkness of the night.
Not three minutes after he found another group of red-heads willing to give him a good time. I’m fucked up in the head right now. I shouldn’t be doing this.
But he did. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was better than not having Pepper.
In the morning the newspapers would print out on the first page ‘Iron Man and four red-heads making out in a parking lot’.
And the article…
Tony Stark, Iron Man himself caught by the paparazzi in a parking lot smooching with four hot red-heads. People at the location report that they waited for maybe a half an hour until Stark’s personal limousine arrived and took them to a nearby hotel where they stayed for approximately three hours.
“I need to be more careful next time.” He told himself as he read the article for the tenth time that morning. “And I’d really like to see Pepper’s reaction.”
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Length: 1.490 words
Warnings: Non-explicit sex.
Part Two
The morning of the 26th found Tony blissfully exhausted in his bed. If there weren’t two warm figures sleeping soundly and using his chest as a pillow, he would have said that he was dreaming. But he was pretty much awake and the possibility of remembering what happened the previous night vanished along with the throb inside his head.
He collapsed his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes tightly, a sense of guilt washing over him. What did he do last night? He remembered that he was really mad at the fact that Pepper decided to turn him down cold, again, and spend her Christmas away from him. It wasn’t just that. He saw her leaving the Christmas party with an unknown man - a very handsome man with manners and all of that, things that weren’t even memorized in his vocabulary.
The worst part was that he couldn’t remember whether or not he slept with the women cuddled around him. Oh, heck. What if he did, after all? He’d been craving for a blowjob for the last year or so. And they felt really wonderful - warm and so sensually wrapped around him.
He slowly opened one eye to peek at them and he gasped in astonished delight. They were both red-heads with freckles. The guilt inside him grew just a little. He swallowed hard and wrapped both his arms around their freckled shoulders, silently praying that he wouldn’t get accustomed to them. He closed his eyes then and fell back asleep.
A couple of hours later he was startled awake by the feel of a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his manhood, but as the hand passed towards his chest he realized that he still had on his boxer briefs. He opened his eyes and was surprised when a hand came to stop on his arc reactor.
Tony smiled a bit shyly at them and fought a shiver when the hand resting on his arc stroked the puckered skin around it.
One of them tilted his chin towards her face and kissed him slowly and passionately. He groaned inside her mouth because then feel of her lips was too much. He hadn’t kissed a woman since Christine Everhart, for Christ’s sake. Of course that he’d had numerous occasions to kiss women since then, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He broke the kiss and looked at her lips with hunger, his eyes glimmering with lust.
“Hey, beautiful…” He said with an unmoving gaze.
The other woman started to place kisses aimless little kisses on his neck and jaw, arousing him even further. He could feel himself getting hard and he cursed himself for being so weak. He thought that he could stop them before they even started, but somehow he didn’t want to do that.
But when their hands reached inside his briefs and grabbed the hardness that was him he decided to quit fighting.
The Hollywood Hills home was quiet. Its occupant was asleep inside her bed and she was alone. For the first time in all these years - in all these years she’d known Tony - she had done something incredibly wrong. She didn’t think it was wrong that she had slept with Sean. She had been a little tipsy, she had to admit, but in all truth she needed that. She needed the comfort of a man’s embrace more than anything else. She regretted the fact that she had hurt Tony.
It was not the first time she did that, but she knew she should have been more personable with him on Christmas because she knew how he used to spend every single Christmas when she had been his assistant. He drank a lot and combined lots and lots of drinks until he passed out. The next morning she would find him on the floor of his workshop with a puddle of alcohol around him and he would smell like he’d just been inside of a brewery.
Of course that Sean had to leave at eight sharp because he had an emergency at the hospital and he needed to stay there till the 27th. She had fallen asleep in his embrace last night after they made love and she had woken up when he had gotten up and started to put his clothes back on. He had told her that if she needed anything she could give him a call and even if she won’t, he would call her when his shift ended.
The sheets were cold and she got up, trying to find her phone.
After the two women finished exhausting him properly once again, Tony dressed quickly and explained them that he didn’t usually call back after they’ve had sex. The red-heads nodded and kissed him playfully before heading out the door.
Tony smirked while he thought about what happened just an hour ago and went downstairs. He would need a cigar and a glass of scotch… desperately.
A few minutes passed as he drank in silence until Jarvis told him that Pepper needed to talk to him.
“Huh? Yeah, put her through.” He told his AI.
“Hello, Tony.” She whispered.
“Hi, Potts.” He greeted back.
“I just called because I was worried, you know?”
Tony almost chocked with his drink as he struggled to regain his breath.
“About what?” He asked nonchalantly.
He blinked heavily when he heard her sigh, and he bit his lip.
“You seem sober.” She told him with a heavy heart. “I thought you might… exaggerate with the drinking. Again.”
“Nope. I’ve had nothing, Pep. I promise.” He just didn’t say how much fun he had last night… and this morning.
“All right then. I-I have to go.” She murmured softly and he sighed heavily.
The hole in his chest got bigger when he heard her small sigh. Again…
“Potts, are you all right?” He asked.
“Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be all right?”
I don’t know… You seem just a bit off.
He didn’t say that either.
“Dunno. See ya.”
“Bye.”
He stared at the glass in his hand with disgust, stood up and headed towards the shower. He would need it since the smell of those women was still imprinted inside his skin.
“Good ol’ Stark is back on the business.” He told himself while he stroked his abs.
He would need to look charming tonight because he was planning on another sex-capade. He really thought about talking a beautiful woman into a real relationship. It might work, he mused.
That night he showed up at an exclusive club. He was dressed terribly expensive. His dark suit was expensive, along with his light green shirt and a stripped dark green tie. Even his shoes were terribly expensive. Pretty much everything he wore was.
He sat down at a table and ordered a glass of scotch. It was his weakness nowadays. He searched through the crowd of dancing people while he drank it and saw a beautiful red-head who looked like she was alone.
Grinning madly he made his way towards her and when he reached her she smiled knowingly at him.
This would be fun.
She couldn’t resist his charm for too long. He was balls-deep inside of her just half an hour later inside the toilet. It didn’t matter - nothing mattered anymore. He just kept his nose buried into her soft, ginger hair while he pounded into her with short, deep thrusts.
He could barely contain the scream inside his throat when he came deep inside of her. He pulled out of her body with a groan and he left her there, panting, inside the clean toilet, but not before pressing a one hundred dollar bill into her hand.
He cried out softly when he heard her whispering behind him ‘I’m not a whore’, but he continued walking until he was out of the club in the darkness of the night.
Not three minutes after he found another group of red-heads willing to give him a good time. I’m fucked up in the head right now. I shouldn’t be doing this.
But he did. It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was better than not having Pepper.
In the morning the newspapers would print out on the first page ‘Iron Man and four red-heads making out in a parking lot’.
And the article…
Tony Stark, Iron Man himself caught by the paparazzi in a parking lot smooching with four hot red-heads. People at the location report that they waited for maybe a half an hour until Stark’s personal limousine arrived and took them to a nearby hotel where they stayed for approximately three hours.
“I need to be more careful next time.” He told himself as he read the article for the tenth time that morning. “And I’d really like to see Pepper’s reaction.”
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