The Science Of Destruction ( Science Bros AU)

Turning Green

The kiss was absolutely breathtaking. Tony's mouth enveloped Bruce's roughly, he was desperate and eager to have the younger Banner boy and nothing would stop him now.

Banner, on the other hand, was just along for the ride and mellowed out with intoxication. He was gentle in comparison to his counterpart and placed his large hands on the Stark male's broad shoulders, smiling into the other boy's lips. He was living the life, even if the room continued to spin around and around unceasingly, refusing to stop for anyone or anything. He admired it's spirit but it made him dizzy all the same. Alcohol was a magical beverage indeed, so magical it was making him develop a personification for it. The sly dog.

Tony Stark continued to be dominating with his little friend and Bruce Banner unwittingly allowed himself to grow enraptured in his partner's beautiful lips. He was peasant worshiping at the altar of a superior deity. Alas, this all had to come to an end eventually. Tony did not seem to need to catch his breath or inhale oxygen whatsoever but poor Bruce most definitely did. He was beginning to turn green in the face, suddenly feeling immensely nauseous as well as breathless.

"Tony..." Bruce moaned warily, still pressed tightly against the other crushworthy boy before him, beginning to shake as the vomit started to travel rapidly up his throat, he pulled away on the verge of a total upchuck.

"Banner?" Tony Stark questioned irritably yet simultaneously with evident concern for the younger teen, "Is everything okay?"

"I-I gotta split!" Bruce Banner staggered to his feet weakly, tripping several times on the way to the front exit, leaving his delivery bag and hat behind as he regurgitated both his share of Thai food and several pints of alcoholic substances into the ditch on the side of the road nearest the Stark mansion, heaving his guts out before hurriedly getting back into his car and driving away.

Tony was much too slow and arrived on the steps of his home just as Bruce was driving away. "He's doing pretty good for a drunk guy." He pointed out to a stray squirrel on his lawn. "Am I that bad of a kisser?" He said aloud once more before pulling out his cellular device and dialing Pepper Pott's number, in need of a second opinion.