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resonantContinued from here and going NSFW pretty much immediately; hope that's not too much of a spoiler for you.
Edited, thanks to a comment bybluemeridian, to reassure one and all that Steve continues to like Tony all the way through, though he likes some parts of Tony in a more personal fashion by the end than he did at the beginning.
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"Tony," he says helplessly. "What -- I don't understand."
It's like playing that game where you make a move and turn over all the pieces from black to white: all the things that have happened since he woke up are turning over and showing another side. He and Tony have been spending nearly all their time together for months. He's seen Tony's good sides and admired them. He's seen Tony's bad sides and either accepted them or helped him nudge himself out of them.
He *likes* Tony.
"It's all right," Tony says. He doesn't even get his eyes open until halfway through the sentence. "It's all right, I understand, it can be unnerving, though most of us have this revelation in puberty and not eighty years later, but! It doesn't have to be anything else, just, just a new understanding of yourself. A boost in self-awareness! That has to be a good thing! And I won't -- I mean, you're not under any kind of obligation, just because I happened to be the, the catalyst for --"
Steve takes Tony's flailing hand and pulls him in. "Is it all right," he interrupts softly, "if I kiss you some more?"
Tony's body answers for him, and it's a lot more concise than Tony's words usually are. And now he sees the difference between a kiss that Tony is permitting and one that Tony is really participating in. Tony grips him by the nape of the neck and opens his mouth with his tongue, and their bodies press tightly together, and it's -- god.
Steve sweeps his hand up Tony's back, under his T-shirt, running his thumb along the line of Tony's shoulderblade, and with his eyes shut he can see it so clearly, because he's *aware* of the shape of Tony's shoulderblades. He's aware of the points of his shoulders and the ridges of his quadriceps and the lobes of his ears and the lines at the corners of his eyes. He wants to touch them all, and kiss them all, these places that he's been noticing, without knowing he was noticing, all these months.
"I am such an idiot," he says.
"We're *talking* now?" Tony says in tones of despair.
Steve kisses him instead of answering. Lifts his T-shirt off and kisses him some more; breaks, reluctantly, to let Tony work *his* T-shirt off over his head, and then goes back to kissing. He feels like there's a lifetime of kissing Tony that's been held in a vault someplace waiting for him to wise up, a lifetime of touching the sweep of muscle up either side of his spine, the knots of scars around the reactor and the sparse hair above and below.
He runs his thumb along the edge of Tony's shorts. "Can I?"
"Security protocol five-oh-one," Tony says hoarsely, and Jarvis's voice says, "Yes, sir."
Steve laughs. "You've got a security protocol for messing around in the gym?"
Tony looks at him with one eye sort of squinted. "You find that disgusting? Evidence of loose living, etcetera?"
"Kind of dirty and clever all at the same time, just like you," Steve says. "*Can* I?"
"Me first," Tony says, and pushes Steve's shorts and skivvies until they fall off.
Tony puts his hand right on Steve's cock, without hesitation. It sends an astonishing zing of pleasure through his entire body. Tony makes a low murmur of approval, and Steve's knees go weak. He puts his back against the cold wall and slides down, slowly so that Tony won't let go. Tony doesn't disappoint him, just drops his shorts and climbs right into Steve's lap.
He grabs Tony's ass, which feels fantastic, and hauls him closer, and then he gasps, because that's brought their cocks right up together, and he could never possibly have imagined what that would feel like, not in a hundred years. Tony gives him a breathless, grinning "Yeah," and Steve stops caring about what's allowed and grabs hold of them both.
"Christ," Tony says thickly. He's got his lip caught between his teeth, and his hips are moving fast and graceful. "I, oh, sorry, Steve, normally I'm not this -- but *fuck* you've got big hands --" and Steve gets it all at once, like a blow to the gut, that he's going to make Tony *come,* and he comes himself just thinking about it, just feeling it, both of them together.
"Don't let go," Tony whispers into his ear as the pleasure starts to slow down. "Ease up, but don't let go yet," and Steve cradles his cock and kisses his mouth until his breathing slows down.
What do people do now? It's very messy, and just because it's a fellow instead of a girl doesn't make Steve any more of an expert on what comes next. But Tony says, "OK," and against his face Steve can feel him smiling. "*Now* we can talk about what an idiot you are."
So Steve wipes his hand off on his own hip. "You could have explained it to me."
"What, right, welcome to the twenty-first century, Captain Rogers; you're secretly lusting after your teammate, and also soccer is a hell of a game."
"I don't know how you ever expect me to learn to get along if you won't explain these little things to me."
And he feels good. He feels like they can clean up, and shower, and have dinner, and argue over what to watch, and maybe do this again in a bed, slowly, because the important thing hasn't changed: he likes Tony.
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Edited, thanks to a comment by
bluemeridian, to reassure one and all that Steve continues to like Tony all the way through, though he likes some parts of Tony in a more personal fashion by the end than he did at the beginning.-----
"Tony," he says helplessly. "What -- I don't understand."
It's like playing that game where you make a move and turn over all the pieces from black to white: all the things that have happened since he woke up are turning over and showing another side. He and Tony have been spending nearly all their time together for months. He's seen Tony's good sides and admired them. He's seen Tony's bad sides and either accepted them or helped him nudge himself out of them.
He *likes* Tony.
"It's all right," Tony says. He doesn't even get his eyes open until halfway through the sentence. "It's all right, I understand, it can be unnerving, though most of us have this revelation in puberty and not eighty years later, but! It doesn't have to be anything else, just, just a new understanding of yourself. A boost in self-awareness! That has to be a good thing! And I won't -- I mean, you're not under any kind of obligation, just because I happened to be the, the catalyst for --"
Steve takes Tony's flailing hand and pulls him in. "Is it all right," he interrupts softly, "if I kiss you some more?"
Tony's body answers for him, and it's a lot more concise than Tony's words usually are. And now he sees the difference between a kiss that Tony is permitting and one that Tony is really participating in. Tony grips him by the nape of the neck and opens his mouth with his tongue, and their bodies press tightly together, and it's -- god.
Steve sweeps his hand up Tony's back, under his T-shirt, running his thumb along the line of Tony's shoulderblade, and with his eyes shut he can see it so clearly, because he's *aware* of the shape of Tony's shoulderblades. He's aware of the points of his shoulders and the ridges of his quadriceps and the lobes of his ears and the lines at the corners of his eyes. He wants to touch them all, and kiss them all, these places that he's been noticing, without knowing he was noticing, all these months.
"I am such an idiot," he says.
"We're *talking* now?" Tony says in tones of despair.
Steve kisses him instead of answering. Lifts his T-shirt off and kisses him some more; breaks, reluctantly, to let Tony work *his* T-shirt off over his head, and then goes back to kissing. He feels like there's a lifetime of kissing Tony that's been held in a vault someplace waiting for him to wise up, a lifetime of touching the sweep of muscle up either side of his spine, the knots of scars around the reactor and the sparse hair above and below.
He runs his thumb along the edge of Tony's shorts. "Can I?"
"Security protocol five-oh-one," Tony says hoarsely, and Jarvis's voice says, "Yes, sir."
Steve laughs. "You've got a security protocol for messing around in the gym?"
Tony looks at him with one eye sort of squinted. "You find that disgusting? Evidence of loose living, etcetera?"
"Kind of dirty and clever all at the same time, just like you," Steve says. "*Can* I?"
"Me first," Tony says, and pushes Steve's shorts and skivvies until they fall off.
Tony puts his hand right on Steve's cock, without hesitation. It sends an astonishing zing of pleasure through his entire body. Tony makes a low murmur of approval, and Steve's knees go weak. He puts his back against the cold wall and slides down, slowly so that Tony won't let go. Tony doesn't disappoint him, just drops his shorts and climbs right into Steve's lap.
He grabs Tony's ass, which feels fantastic, and hauls him closer, and then he gasps, because that's brought their cocks right up together, and he could never possibly have imagined what that would feel like, not in a hundred years. Tony gives him a breathless, grinning "Yeah," and Steve stops caring about what's allowed and grabs hold of them both.
"Christ," Tony says thickly. He's got his lip caught between his teeth, and his hips are moving fast and graceful. "I, oh, sorry, Steve, normally I'm not this -- but *fuck* you've got big hands --" and Steve gets it all at once, like a blow to the gut, that he's going to make Tony *come,* and he comes himself just thinking about it, just feeling it, both of them together.
"Don't let go," Tony whispers into his ear as the pleasure starts to slow down. "Ease up, but don't let go yet," and Steve cradles his cock and kisses his mouth until his breathing slows down.
What do people do now? It's very messy, and just because it's a fellow instead of a girl doesn't make Steve any more of an expert on what comes next. But Tony says, "OK," and against his face Steve can feel him smiling. "*Now* we can talk about what an idiot you are."
So Steve wipes his hand off on his own hip. "You could have explained it to me."
"What, right, welcome to the twenty-first century, Captain Rogers; you're secretly lusting after your teammate, and also soccer is a hell of a game."
"I don't know how you ever expect me to learn to get along if you won't explain these little things to me."
And he feels good. He feels like they can clean up, and shower, and have dinner, and argue over what to watch, and maybe do this again in a bed, slowly, because the important thing hasn't changed: he likes Tony.
-end-
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Date: 1/7/12 08:34 pm (UTC)*applause*
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Date: 1/7/12 09:47 pm (UTC)And I bet Tony has that set up for every room, no matter whether he's fooled around there before or not.
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Date: 1/7/12 10:48 pm (UTC)Also, nice gym sex!
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Date: 1/7/12 10:53 pm (UTC)this was perfect, stuttery human misunderstandings and liking people and heat and guh omg. <3333
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Date: 1/9/12 06:11 pm (UTC)I read the first part, even though I don't read WIPs until they're finished, because it was just an idea with no promise of a future.
And then each part after came quickly enough and was small enough that it was just a little sip keeping it in the front of my mind and reminding me that Steve and Tony are there... being kinda hot... near each other... and there just might be feelings, but I didn't have to worry about that right now.
And then I looked a little more because it was there.
And then I really liked the story.
And then there was up against the wall kissing, and I was all - "Whoa! This is a story! With sexy times!"
And I am very impressed with how you made the form perfectly fit the message where my relationship to the fic mirrored Steve's recognition of the relationship with Tony.
♥
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