The Hamptons' House

1991: Part 3

After Tony's parents left, he spent most of the following three days drunk. He'd usually wake up still slightly drunk from the night before with you beside him, then at breakfast, he'd have a Bloody Mary and it would start all over again. You wondered if Jarvis were still around would he have been able to get him to ease back a bit, but one thing was for sure, you and Rhodey couldn't get him to stop.

While he was drinking he didn't seem to be wallowing. There were times when he'd get a little angry or just straight-up upset that his parents had ditched him on his 21st, but generally, he just seemed to want to talk about engineering and the airforce and girls with Rhodey, or what your life had been like over the past three years, your move to DC and what he had been doing too. He was cuddly and affectionate and while you were worried about his tendency to self-medicate, you were still enjoying being with him the same way you had three years ago.

You woke before Tony on the morning of his 21st. He was curled in against you, head tucked up under your chin. You had noticed that with each night you spent together, Tony was moving closer and closer to being the little spoon. Not that you minded, if he needed you to hold him, that was just fine with you.

You slipped your arm out from under him, which blessedly made him roll onto his back - a position that would make what you were planning to do a lot easier. You pulled the thin sheet that was draped over the two of you down. You'd both gone to sleep naked and he lay stretched out in front of you, his cock straining with his morning erection. You leaned down and licked up his length. It jumped and twitched but otherwise, he stayed still and breathed in the steady even way of someone in a deep sleep.

You sucked on the head of his cock, lapping your tongue over it and flicking it along the slit. Pre-come leaked from the tip and you licked it up, the tart and salty liquid coating your tastebuds. Tony let out a soft moan and his hands twitched against the sheets.

You dropped your head down, taking more of him into your mouth and hollowing your cheeks around his shaft. He groaned and lifted his hips, and his eyes fluttered, though he didn't wake. You moved up and down his shaft, curling your tongue and rolling it. He woke with a gasp, arching his back and jerking his hips up so it pushed his cock further down your throat. "Fuck!" He gasped and looked down at you. "Jesus, this is quite a wake-up."

You pulled off and smirked at him. "Didn't you say you wanted this for your birthday?"

He hummed and guided you up to him, so you were straddling his waist. "Oh yeah, it's my birthday."

"Yes, it is," you hummed, rolling your hips and grinding down on his cock. "21 today. You can legally drink now."

"Now my life is gonna be so different," he joked, cupping your breasts and bouncing them a little on his palms. "I wonder what alcohol tastes like."

You laughed and leaned down and kissed him hungrily moving on his cock, so it became slick with your fluids. He reached between you and began to rub your clit, in small tight circles. You moaned softly and reached over to the bedside table, fumbling around for a condom without breaking the kiss.

When your hands finally closed around the foil packet you sat up and tore it open, and rolled it down over his cock. He rolled you over quickly and kissed you hard. His hips rutted into you, sliding up and down your folds. The tip of his cock caught at your entrance and he thrust hard, shoving his cock deep inside you. You gasped and jerked up under him, digging your fingers into his back. "Fuck, Tony!"

"You are fucking, Tony," he teased. You burst out laughing and buried your face in his neck which made him start laughing too. He never broke his fast pace, fucking you deep and hard.