The Hamptons' House

1991 - Part 2

Tony had taken you up to his room at about two in the morning, letting the party run its course as people fell asleep or left. He had plans for the following day. He knew the cleaners and security would be through to chase out stragglers first thing. He would sleep in with you and let them do their thing. The two of you could wake up when you felt like it. Have some lazy morning sex. Shower and go down and have brunch on the patio. Rhodey would be arriving in the afternoon and then the three of you could hang out by the pool and grab dinner at some seafood place.

He had been so excited when you'd shown up. Not that he thought he was ready for the big plunge into commitment with another person. He was on his third Ph.D. He was enjoying partying. According to his father a little too much. In lots of ways he felt older than the person he was three years ago, but in most ways, he felt the same.

Even still, he wanted to see you. He'd been so sure you wouldn't come. That too much time had passed and you would realize logically, that coming to spend a week with a relative stranger you'd spent a week with three years ago was a terrible idea. He'd warned his parents he might have a girl with him, but he'd prepared for the fact he would have this orgy with a bunch of his college friends and then just hang with Rhodey for the rest of the week.

When you showed up... it was like he'd just been told he was worth it. He was worth the risk of the unknown because there was something about him that might be lovable.

He had fallen to sleep pretty quickly, the two of you wrapped around each other in such a way that it was hard to tell who was spooning who.

Rather than the sleep-in and gentle wake-up he'd planned, Tony was startled awake by his bedroom door being slammed.

"Tony! What the hell do you think you're doing?" his father shouted as he stormed into the room. Tony sat up quickly and you scrambled around beside him pulling the covers up over yourself.

"Dad... what...? You weren't..." Tony babbled, looking around in the hopes he could find his sunglasses. They weren't anywhere he could see and he wasn't about to get up naked in front of his father.

"We just got in and there are naked people all over the house. In our bed!" Howard ranted. "Your mother..."

"Oh don't pretend you haven't had the exact same thing before," Tony snarked. He actually did feel bad that his mom had had to walk into that mess. He didn't want her to think the worst of him. But he wasn't going to be lectured by Howard about what level of promiscuity was okay for a Stark. "If mom hasn't already witnessed it through you, I'm sure she expected to at some point."

Howard prickled and stormed over to the bed. "This is our house. Not your brothel. You do not get to use it for your sex games. I want you showered and downstairs in twenty minutes. You will apologize to your mother for being such a little deviate and letting her witness your debauchery. And then we'll go to brunch while this house gets cleaned up. And this -" he gestured in your direction. "- little floozy better go out the back so your mother doesn't see her."

"Dad, this is the girl I said -" Tony tried to argue, putting his hand on your leg protectively.

Howard had already turned and was storming back out of the room. "Twenty minutes!" he shouted, slamming the door as he left.

Tony groaned and pressed his forehead to his knees. You put your hands on his back and kissed his shoulder. "You want me to leave?" you asked gently. "I don't want to make things more difficult."

Tony shook his head and sat up straight. He had plans. They involved you. He was damned if his father was going to ruin them. "No. I want you to stay. I want to catch up."