Freely Given
Steve's still got some hangups, so they've been taking it slow. Then Tony gets hit with a lust spell. Tony is less than thrilled with this development.
Avengerkink again, though this was supposed to be shorter than it is.
Warnings for flashback to a violent hate crime, though I don't think it's anything too explicit.
“Seriously, you and Cap still aren’t knocking boots? It’s been, what, three months? And we’ve caught you making out on the sofa how many times? Should I go give him a ‘birds and bees’ talk or something?” Clint looked some cross between amazed and exasperated after being informed by Tony that ‘No, I don’t know where Steve is, I haven’t seen him since the movie last night’.
Natasha was closest, so she was the one that smacked him upside the head, but it didn’t even look like Tony was going to try that. Instead, he just leveled Clint with the coldest, hardest look he’d ever given. Clint gulped audibly.
“I don’t mind if you tease me.” His voice was friendly, but his expression was still cold. “But you will not bring this up with Steve. At all. He’s from a time when it was actually illegal to be gay, to say nothing of his rather devout Catholic background. If there is any implication, from anyone, that my libido is more important than his comfort, that person will find out the hard way why you don’t want one of the world’s most powerful and influential people mad at them. Understood?”
Clint couldn’t answer, Bruce was still looking completely engrossed in his tea, and Thor was still in bed, so it was Natasha that answered. “Understood. And they will also be facing me.”
The two exchanged a weighted look, then nodded.
*
“I can’t believe these stupid villains. An army of fangirls, can you imagine? Just because they knew we’d never hurt them.” It hadn’t actually been as much a villain attack as a personal attack against Tony. His fan club was apparently dabbling in the occult, which Loki found hilarious. So he helped them. Luckily all they’d done was expose Tony to a ‘love spell’ which an indignant Thor had griped about. Apparently it wasn’t so much a ‘true love’s kiss’ sort of thing as a ‘sleep with all the people’ thing.
Tony had been able to keep himself controlled, even called the armour and assisted in rounding up the five masterminds and getting them charged with attempted sexual assault. Now, though, back in the tower after SHEILD declared there was nothing physically wrong with him and Thor assured them the spell wouldn’t last too long, the genius was banging around in his workshop almost violently.
Steve was the only one still there. He didn’t want to leave Tony alone, and the others had all given him a ‘your boyfriend, your problem’ look before filing out. He knew the others figured he’d be ‘helping Tony through it’, but he just didn’t know if he could do that.
He felt awful about how selfish it was, that he was watching the person he loved throw things at walls when it wouldn’t take much to drain all that tension out of him. A few kisses, maybe touch his… his bottom like he’d accidentally done that one time before almost dying of mortification, and he knew Tony would take care of the rest. Tony would know what to do. Tony would make it good.
Every time he opened his mouth to call the brunette over, or made up his mind to go grab him himself, though, he froze. He remembered the accusations of ‘fairy’, ‘fag’, ‘heathen’… His small size and delicate bone structure had made him an easy target, and Bucky coming to his rescue didn’t help. And even if he could get over a few names and punches (he’d gotten worse when he’d mouthed off to that guy who’d declared that he wasn’t fighting for the government, even if it did come to a draft) he couldn’t get over the image of the body he’d found in an alley that one time, beaten to death under graffiti that clearly said ‘death to fags’. It had been written in blood.
Tony had been nothing but patient with Steve from the get go, though the taller man knew how much his partner wanted to be his lover. He’d never said, never pushed, but it was in the eyes when he watched Steve move, in the possessive nature of his grip when they cuddled…
Would it be that bad to just be with Tony? Maybe that would finally clear away the memories. Get past them like pulling off a bandage…
“Stop that.” Tony was right in front of him now, and Steve gulped. Tony’s brown eyes were blown and lustful, his mouth red from where he’d been biting his lips, and there was a light sheen of sweat covering his skin.
He looked beautiful. Needy and gorgeous and just so wanting…
“I said stop that.” Tony broke in, his voice rough. He pulled Steve in for a kiss, but pulled away before Steve could even get the nerve up to grab his hips like he usually did. “This is not your problem. Quit thinking like that.”
“I could…”
“No.”
“Tony, I really do want…”
“I said no.”
“But…”
Tony kissed him again then, hot and hard and messy. Steve could feel the other man’s arousal pressed against him, and knew his matched. His body never did have the same hangups his mind did. He did want this, had for a while…
Tony was still moving him, and Steve went with it. He figured they were headed for the couch they’d often used for cuddling and kissing, so was surprised when his back hit something cold and hard.
Tony pulled away then, looking wild and a little bit desperate. “I said no, Steve. I appreciate it, but no. When we do this, it will be because you and I both want it and are ready for it, not because some two-bit cult wannabes thought they’d see how good I am in bed. It’s important, and special, and I am damn well not going to let them take that from us by not being able to keep my pants on.” He opened the door Steve was pressed too, and Steve stumbled out onto the landing. “I have a shower, I have food, I have coffee, and I have water. I have a perfectly comfy couch should I need a nap or if this doesn’t wear off by night, and my hand will perfectly well suffice should I actually not manage to keep my pants on. You have no duty to me, nothing expected. And if it’s not something freely offered, not traded or anything, then I don’t want it. I’ll see you when this wears off.”
The door was shut in his face, and all Steve could do was stare through it at the man heading back to the row of cars, no doubt telling JARVIS to put the place in lockdown at the same time.
He grinned and headed upstairs. Tony, notorious playboy and unsentimental Tony, thought their first time should be special. Important. Freely given. Loving, though he actually hadn’t said that one. Steve shuddered at the mental image, not even feeling his usual embarrassment when he remembered the heat in Tony’s wonderful, expressive eyes.
As he topped the stairs and glanced down at the glow coming from the glass door, he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face. Maybe he was more ready than he thought.
ETA: Prompt was for 'persons a and b, a isn't ready for full out sex and then b gets his with sex pollen. A offers sex, but b refuses'. I like the trope normally, but that sent my heart aflutter (though I'd deny being such a sap in rl, ;))
Avengerkink again, though this was supposed to be shorter than it is.
Warnings for flashback to a violent hate crime, though I don't think it's anything too explicit.
“Seriously, you and Cap still aren’t knocking boots? It’s been, what, three months? And we’ve caught you making out on the sofa how many times? Should I go give him a ‘birds and bees’ talk or something?” Clint looked some cross between amazed and exasperated after being informed by Tony that ‘No, I don’t know where Steve is, I haven’t seen him since the movie last night’.
Natasha was closest, so she was the one that smacked him upside the head, but it didn’t even look like Tony was going to try that. Instead, he just leveled Clint with the coldest, hardest look he’d ever given. Clint gulped audibly.
“I don’t mind if you tease me.” His voice was friendly, but his expression was still cold. “But you will not bring this up with Steve. At all. He’s from a time when it was actually illegal to be gay, to say nothing of his rather devout Catholic background. If there is any implication, from anyone, that my libido is more important than his comfort, that person will find out the hard way why you don’t want one of the world’s most powerful and influential people mad at them. Understood?”
Clint couldn’t answer, Bruce was still looking completely engrossed in his tea, and Thor was still in bed, so it was Natasha that answered. “Understood. And they will also be facing me.”
The two exchanged a weighted look, then nodded.
*
“I can’t believe these stupid villains. An army of fangirls, can you imagine? Just because they knew we’d never hurt them.” It hadn’t actually been as much a villain attack as a personal attack against Tony. His fan club was apparently dabbling in the occult, which Loki found hilarious. So he helped them. Luckily all they’d done was expose Tony to a ‘love spell’ which an indignant Thor had griped about. Apparently it wasn’t so much a ‘true love’s kiss’ sort of thing as a ‘sleep with all the people’ thing.
Tony had been able to keep himself controlled, even called the armour and assisted in rounding up the five masterminds and getting them charged with attempted sexual assault. Now, though, back in the tower after SHEILD declared there was nothing physically wrong with him and Thor assured them the spell wouldn’t last too long, the genius was banging around in his workshop almost violently.
Steve was the only one still there. He didn’t want to leave Tony alone, and the others had all given him a ‘your boyfriend, your problem’ look before filing out. He knew the others figured he’d be ‘helping Tony through it’, but he just didn’t know if he could do that.
He felt awful about how selfish it was, that he was watching the person he loved throw things at walls when it wouldn’t take much to drain all that tension out of him. A few kisses, maybe touch his… his bottom like he’d accidentally done that one time before almost dying of mortification, and he knew Tony would take care of the rest. Tony would know what to do. Tony would make it good.
Every time he opened his mouth to call the brunette over, or made up his mind to go grab him himself, though, he froze. He remembered the accusations of ‘fairy’, ‘fag’, ‘heathen’… His small size and delicate bone structure had made him an easy target, and Bucky coming to his rescue didn’t help. And even if he could get over a few names and punches (he’d gotten worse when he’d mouthed off to that guy who’d declared that he wasn’t fighting for the government, even if it did come to a draft) he couldn’t get over the image of the body he’d found in an alley that one time, beaten to death under graffiti that clearly said ‘death to fags’. It had been written in blood.
Tony had been nothing but patient with Steve from the get go, though the taller man knew how much his partner wanted to be his lover. He’d never said, never pushed, but it was in the eyes when he watched Steve move, in the possessive nature of his grip when they cuddled…
Would it be that bad to just be with Tony? Maybe that would finally clear away the memories. Get past them like pulling off a bandage…
“Stop that.” Tony was right in front of him now, and Steve gulped. Tony’s brown eyes were blown and lustful, his mouth red from where he’d been biting his lips, and there was a light sheen of sweat covering his skin.
He looked beautiful. Needy and gorgeous and just so wanting…
“I said stop that.” Tony broke in, his voice rough. He pulled Steve in for a kiss, but pulled away before Steve could even get the nerve up to grab his hips like he usually did. “This is not your problem. Quit thinking like that.”
“I could…”
“No.”
“Tony, I really do want…”
“I said no.”
“But…”
Tony kissed him again then, hot and hard and messy. Steve could feel the other man’s arousal pressed against him, and knew his matched. His body never did have the same hangups his mind did. He did want this, had for a while…
Tony was still moving him, and Steve went with it. He figured they were headed for the couch they’d often used for cuddling and kissing, so was surprised when his back hit something cold and hard.
Tony pulled away then, looking wild and a little bit desperate. “I said no, Steve. I appreciate it, but no. When we do this, it will be because you and I both want it and are ready for it, not because some two-bit cult wannabes thought they’d see how good I am in bed. It’s important, and special, and I am damn well not going to let them take that from us by not being able to keep my pants on.” He opened the door Steve was pressed too, and Steve stumbled out onto the landing. “I have a shower, I have food, I have coffee, and I have water. I have a perfectly comfy couch should I need a nap or if this doesn’t wear off by night, and my hand will perfectly well suffice should I actually not manage to keep my pants on. You have no duty to me, nothing expected. And if it’s not something freely offered, not traded or anything, then I don’t want it. I’ll see you when this wears off.”
The door was shut in his face, and all Steve could do was stare through it at the man heading back to the row of cars, no doubt telling JARVIS to put the place in lockdown at the same time.
He grinned and headed upstairs. Tony, notorious playboy and unsentimental Tony, thought their first time should be special. Important. Freely given. Loving, though he actually hadn’t said that one. Steve shuddered at the mental image, not even feeling his usual embarrassment when he remembered the heat in Tony’s wonderful, expressive eyes.
As he topped the stairs and glanced down at the glow coming from the glass door, he couldn’t help the soft smile that spread across his face. Maybe he was more ready than he thought.
ETA: Prompt was for 'persons a and b, a isn't ready for full out sex and then b gets his with sex pollen. A offers sex, but b refuses'. I like the trope normally, but that sent my heart aflutter (though I'd deny being such a sap in rl, ;))