The Hamptons' House

1994: Part 3

Obidiah Stane stuck around for two days and you weren't exactly happy about it. The usual week where you, Tony, and Rhodey talked deep things and hung out by the pool drinking and messing around with each other, and you and Tony fucked like rabbits, was hampered by this man who seemed to be trying to keep his eye on Tony and fit in with the three of you when he really didn't.

It felt like you were being watched the whole time. The thing that really got to you though was that Tony kept drinking. It wasn't in that 'relaxed being around his friends' way. He was medicating and Obidiah seemed to encourage it.

You tried to make the best of it, hoping he wouldn't stick around the whole time. You were still getting a nice vacation and you were still getting private time with Tony at night and in the morning when you were in bed together. It was at night that he let himself open up properly and you were reminded of why you liked being with him so much.

Two days after Obidiah arrived you were getting yourself an iced tea and he came up behind you and stood far too close for comfort. "I've been trying to get a read on you. You're not like the women Tony normally keeps around."

You attempted to shift away from him but he put his arm beside you, boxing you in. "Jim said that you and Tony have an arrangement. That you meet him here for his birthday," he continued.

"Yeah. That's right," you answered, ducking under his arm. He backed you into the corner of the cabinet and you weren't sure if you should be scared or not. You looked around for something you could use as a weapon.

"Is it money?" he asked, running his finger up your side. "Perhaps you and I could come to our own arrangement."

You shifted away from his hand as best you could and looked around for an escape route. "It's not..."

The door opened and Tony froze halfway through the room. "What's going on?"

Obidiah backed off immediately and you rushed to Tony's side. "Just talking," Obidiah said, coming over and clapping Tony on the shoulder. "I better get back to the city. You'll be down in a few days?"

Tony nodded, looking between the two of you. "Yeah. Just taking a week."

"See you then, son," Obediah said and just like that strode out of the room.

Tony looked at you, puzzled. "What the hell was that?"

You wrapped your arms around his waist and put your chin on his shoulder, a feeling of immense relief washing over you. He rubbed his cheek against yours, the scruff from the three days of growth scratching on your cheek. It wasn't yet midday and he already smelled of alcohol. "Pretty Woman situation," you answered.

Tony put his hands on your hips and pulled back looking into your eyes. "What?"

You shook your head. "I think he thought you were either paying me for sex or... I don't know, maybe I was a gold digger? Then I'm pretty sure he just offered to pay me... I guess for sex."

"What?" Tony said, blinking at you. You debated just letting it go. Obidiah - however, you felt about him - was important to Tony and you didn't want to force some kind of him or your situation.

"I don't know... Maybe there were some crossed wires. He bailed me up. Said he knew we had some kind of arrangement. Asked me if it was money. Asked if he and I could have an arrangement," you explained.

Tony sagged a little and then seemed to shake himself off. "I'm so sorry about him. He's like... My uncle ... My big perverted uncle apparently. But since my parents died... And he runs the company..."

You cradled his jaw and looked into his eyes. "It's fine. He's going. How about we do something fun?"

"Like what?" Tony asked.