The Hamptons' House

2015: Part 2

Tony woke early to a comfortably full bed with an oddly misplaced sense of loss. He felt like he was struggling to hold onto things lately. There was this brief window in time where he had everything. He had a loving and successful girlfriend. He'd made a family for himself out of the Avengers, and they all lived under the same roof. Even Thor, despite the fact he wasn't even from Earth, had lived there as they searched for his brother's missing staff. The business was doing well under Pepper's guidance, and he was off saving the world with his friends. He was happy.

But it had been fragile and he had been cocky, and piece-by-piece he was losing his grasp on it. It was strange because he felt like he started losing things just before he realized he had them. Back when his house in Malibu was still standing it had felt like good things were slowly coming to him. He had gotten his drinking under control, he had Pepper. He was Iron Man. The problem was his nightmares were plaguing him, and he couldn't appreciate the things he had. It was hard to appreciate anything when you were sleeping so little that you'd started hallucinating. All he could focus on was what was out there waiting, and how it was his job to fix it.

They were not ideal conditions to grow a relationship. They weren't ideal conditions to do anything, and when he taunted a terrorist group and they blew up his home, he knew the only way that he could keep Pepper safe and happy and with him, was to stop being Iron Man.

So for a little while, he did. He blew up all his suits and took out the Arc, and they moved to the Avengers Tower and he was just going to fund things and work with Bruce to create an AI that would act as a shield between Earth and what he'd seen out there.

Only he couldn't stop. Avenging had become like a drug, and like all drugs, it began to corrode his life. First, he lost JARVIS. Then he lost the Tower. Then he lost Bruce and Thor and then Pepper decided it was too much. They were on a break and he was worried that the break would end up being a breakup if he didn't do something soon. He just didn't know what.

That feeling of loss was becoming commonplace. He was starting to think that if there was anyone he could give away this crushing responsibility to, he would do it in a heartbeat.

The problem was, right now, none of that should matter. He was in the Hamptons and in the Hamptons, the outside world didn't exist. It was you, him, and Rhodey (sometimes with a side of Kurt at the start).

He rubbed his eyes and sat up and you rolled over and draped your arm over his lap. He looked down at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw you returning his gaze.

"What are you doing awake?" he whispered.

"I'm used to you and your terrible sleeping habits," you replied. "You have a bad dream?"

He shook his head. The dreams had finally started subsiding. Not that they never happened anymore, they most definitely did, but whether it was just that he'd had so many things happen, his brain had chosen different ways to deal with them, or time had allowed him to compartmentalize a little better - he didn't tend to wake up gasping for air in a cold sweat nearly as much as he used to.

"Just couldn't sleep?" you asked.

He shook his head. "Guess not."

"Lie down and I'll get you back to sleep," you said.

He chuckled and wriggled back down under the sheet. You danced your fingers up the length of his flaccid cock, making it twitch in anticipation. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax and clear his head and remember that here he wasn't alone. He had you.

"What did you mean you aren't Avenging anymore?" you whispered.

He scrunched his nose. "It was stressing Pepper out. So I said I'd quit. I even blew up all my suits. Then I just made new suits and went straight back to it," Tony explained as your fingers continued to trace over his length and it hardened in response. "We're on a break and I'm supposed to figure out what's most important to me, while she figures out how much of my shit she can handle."

"I'm so sorry, Tony," you said. "I know you love her." He frowned and nodded. "Well, I hope you both can work it out. I want to hear more about it, but I'm assuming that it's not very relaxing to talk about it."

"Not really," Tony said, smiling a little.

You laughed gently and pulled yourself up against him more, so the head of his cock touched just above your navel. "You're here with me. Safe in bed. No outside world. Just relaxation, and the fact we love each other, even if it's a little weird."

Tony smiled and hummed. He loved that you hit exactly on what was bothering him. He also loved how easily you said you loved him. Even with your husband sleeping beside you, your three kids, and your apparent happiness, you did love Tony too. Tony never doubted for a second that that love. He had never vocalized it back, but he felt it. He loved you. It maybe wasn't the same as how he felt about Pepper, but it was love and it was real. He just couldn't say the words. Almost as if doing so would break the fragile and strange bond that you had shared all these years. He wished he had the courage to do it, but that was a whole other problem that he didn't want to think about now while your fingers were closing around his erection.

Your hands were dry, so you spat into your palm and resumed stroking his cock. That action alone was so perfectly dirty, that it made Tony groan and buck up into your hand. You began to kiss his neck, sucking on the pulse point at the corner of his jaw. He hummed and pushed tighter against you so that as he rolled his hips against your hand, the head of his cock dragged against your stomach. You put your hip over his leg and for a moment, he was more than a little tempted to just line himself up and sink into the heat of your cunt.

He let you lead though, and he couldn't pretend that you didn't know exactly what you were doing with your hands.

In his half-awake, pleasure-filled state he imagined a world where he had taken the leap and ended up with you. One where you accepted him as he was, the way you always had here. He knew that would be harder to do in the real world. There was a lot at stake. Yet, in that world the two of you were happy in an open relationship, living in New York. You worried about him being Iron Man, but you were proud of him for it too. You worked at the Natural History Museum and on his days off he'd bring the kids to see you and get burgers across the road at Shake Shack.

He supposed if he said something to you, you'd find a way to make it work. He was a billionaire, and he liked your husband fine. He could give you and your family a good life if he asked for you to make room for him in it. For Tony, it was too late for that life. That was all a 'what if...?' And he tried not to live in them too often. There were too many variables. 'What if... he didn't trust Obie?' Sure he wouldn't have ended up being tortured, but he'd probably have drunk himself to death years ago.

His cock leaked and smeared a sticky trail on your stomach. You used the fluid as an extra lubricant for your hands and began to pump faster. You began to fondle his balls and rub his perineum. It sent a wave of pleasure spiraling out through him and he moaned and gently rolled his hips with you.

He was getting closer, he could feel his climax approaching. His balls had begun to tighten and his cock throbbed. You spanked his balls and he gasped and jerked forward and when you went back to rubbing his perineum he groaned and came, his cock pulsing in your hand as he painted your stomach in thick white ropes.

"Fuck..." he groaned softly, rolling onto his back and grabbing the wipes he always made sure were close by. He went to hand them to you, but you were busy licking the semen off your fingers. "God, you're sexy."

"I bet you say that to all the girls who just gave you a handjob," you teased.

"Only about twelve percent," he joked.

You giggled and cleaned yourself up as he relaxed back in his post-orgasm haze. "Gonna be able to sleep now?" you asked.

"At least until it's a reasonable hour to wake up," he answered.

You laughed and tossed your trash into the wastebasket and curled up next to him. Kurt shuffled in closer, the man having not woken at all. As Tony drifted off to sleep again, his thoughts were no longer on how much he had lost, but here in Long Island, with the people he still had.