you've got the nerve || ironstrange

02

     (posting this literally sitting in the doctors office i wrote this about waiting to get vaccinated)

The drive to the restaurant was a lot quicker than I had initially thought, but only because of how fast Stephen was driving. And hell, he looked good in that white button up, left hand on the stirring wheel, right one at the gear shift. His pants tight, but I had no idea if it was from earlier or just the way they were cut.
A word about nothing from you
"Am I that interesting, Mr. Stark?" He asked, a chuckle in his voice, as he gave me a quick look. "A penny for your thoughts, maybe?" Stephen's hand grabbed my upper thigh, squeezing it with reassurance.
It's always from you
I looked at the flawless skin of his hand, stroking it softly with the back of my fingers. "Just post sex emotions, I believe." I said, music continuing to play in the background.
I got none to lose
"What emotions, dear?" And fuck, the nickname made my brain go foggy and almost choke on my own spit.
Push me I'll prove
"Everything. Pete being so sick, you in that damn suit, you sucking me off earlier. Jeez, you're making me feel like a teenager, swooning over my crush." I muttered, feeling my head turn hot with embarrassment - 'cause ew, feelings - and I turned my head away to look at the trees passing by.
I keep my distance, you call
"You've got a crush on me, Tones?" I heard Stephen ask, his voice carrying amusement as he stroked my thigh softly.
Whenever liquor's involved
"Well, at least my company down there does." I muttered, pouting.
Like we ain't been here before
"Does it?", his lips formed into a grin as he shot me an amused look, "Maybe we should be good guests and take care of it, then.." I felt Stephen's hand starting to wander, up and up and up my thigh and evidently landing on the growing bulge of my pants.
You know better babe
"Shouldn't you be driv-" I started, but got cut off with a "Shhh..". Hell, he couldn't really be.. The palm of his hand cupped my boner underneath the dark fabric of my clothes, and started to massage, rhythmically to the music playing. In fact, he really could.
You know better babe
"G-God.." I muttered, holding my breath as I watched him open my pants with ease, eyes always on the street, never looking. It wasn't like I haven't had car sex yet, but never while it was in motion. No one could tell me Stephen hadn't done this before, and I could't but feel my body heat up with jealousy. For.. For what, exactly? I liked experienced people the same as I liked inexperienced, but with Stephen, it seemed like I wanted him all for myself. Me, myself and I.
It's been a long year
Speaking of Stephen, I felt his hand roaming beneath my underwear, pulling my cock out and never wasting time to start moving, rather speeding up so fast I lost a loud whimper and had to bite my hand to contain myself further, only to receive a "Keep your hand out, I want to hear you" from him.
There's changes I've gone through
Fuck, I could swear I felt pre-cum leaking from my tip at the sound of those words from his lips. "Steph-mh.." His thumb drawing circles on the head, spreading any liquids that oozed out. "I want you inside me, please.." My mouth seemed to get loose again, always talking dirty when touched. I wanted his lips on mine, my whole body, everywhere possible.
I don't wanna hear
"Yeah?", Stephen's voice was deeper now, "I believe you'll have to control yourself until we hit your bed, dear." He twisted his hand at the top, then sliding all the way down to the base, only to up again and repeat everything, and lord above was it hard to keep sitting still in the passenger seat, my seat belt locking at every movement I made. "Can you do that, sweetheart?"
A word about nothing from you
"Y-Yeah.." My mouth was quicker than my brain, once again. His motions kept building up more and more speed, and I couldn't but arch my back in pleasure, moans escaping my mouth and never stopping to breathe.
It's always from you
The car haltered. My eyes opened with tears from not even arousement anymore but sexual frustration, to see the red traffic light in the right corner of the windshield. Stephen had stopped the car, but that only gave him the option to lean over to me and lead me into a deep kiss, filled with everything from adoration to pure lust. My cock had to be flushed red at that point, but I couldn't bring myself to break our kiss, as of how perfect his lips moved against mine.
I got none to lose
Even though my eyes were closed, I could make out when the lights turned yellow, so I opened them again and retreated my head, since Stephen didn't seem to care if anyone honked at us for taking so long. "Stephen, yo-" I started, only to be shut up by another kiss.
Push me I'll prove
"The lights.." I tried again, lights turning green now. Now, he did react. Moving his body back, I immediately felt neglected, the heat that had radiated from his body now gone. "Oh, fuck-" I muttered, throwing my head back against the car seat and moaning loudly in frustration as of how effortless he started the car again, started driving over the crossing, and moved his hand in the same rhythm as before.
I keep my distance, you call
"Steph-ah..", I could feel my cock pulsing in his hand, could hear how wet I was, could feel how slick my doctor's hand was sliding up and down on it. And fuck, that really did it for me. "Doc-" I whimpered, hips bucking in desperate need. There was absolutely no way I had a doctor kink, how could I-
Whenever liquor's involved
"Come for me, dear." If it was Stephen's voice, filled with the same lust as me and his insane way of holding his libido back, or really the fact that it was the new doctor in town that was making me feel like a dog in heat, I'd probably never find out.
Like we ain't been here before
I felt the heat building up in my cock, before I felt myself tripping over the edge and arching my back in pleasure, cum leaking and - I opened my eyes - running all the way down Stephen's hand.
You know better babe
"Fuuckk.." I muttered, finally coming down again from my high. Still feeling the aftershocks of my orgasm, I added: Sorry for coming all over you."
You know better babe
"Don't worry, I got tissues here." Stephen said, voice soft all of a sudden, and I felt his gaze upon me, as he parked the car and turned the key to shut it off.
"Y' doin' this often with your patients?" I asked, still hazy.
I saw a smile on his lips as he kissed my hand, before he somehow grabbed a wet tissue and cleaned first myself - tucking me back in and closing my pants again - before he used a second one on his right hand. "Never, especially not with patients. I try to obtain a professional relationship between doctors and their patients." He answered, leaving a kiss on my cheek.
Before I could reply, had pulled the car keys off, gotten out of the car and walked around it. I noticed the door to my right opening, a familiar face giving me a soft smile as he stuck his head back into the car. While Stephen unbuckled my seat belt, I said: "Am I not your patient, then?"
He gave me a chuckle. "No, dear.", his dark eyes stared into mine, "You're the father of my patient. Maybe a grey area, but a light grey one, I'd say."
I couldn't fight back the smile that formed on my lips, at how stupid his answer was. "I hate you." I answered, giving him a soft slap on his cheek.
"No you don't."
"No, I don't."