Stony Oneshots (Requests open)

Dancing in the Dark

Dancing in the Dark

REQUEST: 

More club dancing please! 

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ILY 

There's just something about Steve that doesn't quite look right; he's tucked away in the corner of the dimly lit club, the bright lights that flash over the floor reflecting off his blonde hair. He's got his arms crossed, his thick, woollen, blue sweater out of place against the skimpy nightwear that everyone else is wearing. But Steve has pride in his own way, tucked in that corner, he doesn't wilt. His shoulders are squared as he looks down at the table and with a start Tony realises that his feet have stopped moving and that he's simply staring and with a smirk he realises why Steve looks so unusual.

For in a bar like this, someone as handsome as Steve should never be sitting alone.

Tony snickers to himself as he weaves around the dancing couples, catching Steve's eye almost immediately. Steve sits up. The small round table and the two high chairs look uncomfortable but Tony pulls one out and sits anyway, pulling the fruit concoction that Steve was drinking forward and takes a sip, wincing at the taste of sugar (it was hard being a recovering alcoholic in bars).

Tony pulls his chair closer to Steve's, shifting over so that their shoulders were brushing gently against each others. The music was thudding an electronic beat so they'll need to be closer to communicate with words, and Tony wants to talk right into Steve's ear, because this way he gets to kiss and lick and nibble at the lobe, stressing it, making Steve feel special under his careful attention.

"Doing okay babe?" Tony means to ask it but he finds himself shouting over the thudding music. He slings an arm around Steve's shoulders, his black leather jacket a contrast against the blue wool. Steve glances over at him, says nothing and simply takes back the drink that Tony had stolen and takes a sip.

Tony shrugs a little and puts his hand over Steve's, gripping the others hand as he try's to pull away. "I wish you'd dance with me." Tony muttered and sipped the drink, looking at Steve over the rim and he struggled to form words.

"I don't think I should." Steve pulled his hand away from under Tony's quickly and Tony sighs internally - Cap's view on public displays of affection exactly what he thought they'd be.

"You don't have to be like that," Tony complained and laughed darkly. "I just don't want you sitting here for the rest of the night looking gloomy and awkward."

Steve huffed a little under his breath and lifted his eyebrows. "I really want to do this for you Tony. However..." He sounded sincere, but he still trailed off.

Another glance at the busy dancers and then back at Steve who was staring adamantly at his drink, Tony almost wanted to take pity on his boyfriend and send them both home. But then Tony looks at Steve, really looks at him and with the sugar pounding through his blood and the thudding music in his head all he could think about was Steve's hands on his hips. Maybe on something else.

Even dressed so poorly for this, Steve's gorgeous - his hairs sleek and perfect like always, his pink lips slightly wet from the drink, his body just the right shape to slot behind Tony, molding chest to back. Its not often that Tony gets to show off his sexy captain boyfriend off and tonight Tony wants to make the most of it.

Steve turns his head back up to Tony as if he was going to say something else, but Tony's already pressing a messy kiss to his cheekbone and purring. "Just one dance Steve; it wont kill you. Once you get into it, you'll probably love it - you'll find the way that I move against you most evocative, I'm sure..." and by that Tony means that he wants to grind into Steve, sway with the music and rub his hips into Steve's until Steve gave in. Steve's mouth closes, his eyelids closing halfway sinfully as he looks up at Tony with blown out pupils. Tony carries on painting the image, "I'd love to see you move like that. I know you can, remember when you did that striptease for me for my birthday? I still jerk myself off to that...its not fair of me to keep you all to myself. I want everyone else in the club to see what your gorgeous, muscular body can do."

Steve shivered and his tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. "Tony..." he groaned under his breath.

Tony smiled once as he realised that he was finally getting under his boyfriends skin. "Come dance with me." Tony's all over Steve, he nips at Steve's jaw and Steve turns like he wants to kiss Tony but wont. "You look so good." Tony hisses. "Even in that woolly sweater, you still look like a model. I want to rip that off you and get you to dance - I wish I could get you drunk, se you flinched and clumsy to want anything but me."

Steve blushed and slid to grip Tony's hand. "Why are you doing this? If you want me to stay here with you at this club why are you trying to make me want to go home with you to bed?"

Tony almost laughed. "Babe, we hardly need a bed." He whispered indulgently and loved the way that Steve's eyes rolled. Tony kisses him and Steve half melts into it, half leans away and with a sigh Tony broke away and nuzzles his lovers neck in a less overt manner. "Dance one song with me, and then we can go home." Tony doesn't want to, but as he looks down at his lover, he knows that Steve's happiness is the most important thing.

Steve concedes slowly. "One song."

He probably shouldn't have agreed if he knew how worked up Tony was, but by the time they had slipped out their chairs, its too late for Steve to back down now. Tony latches onto Steve's wrist and practically tugs him out onto the floor. They get knocked around by the bodies crammed in the narrow space but they never part.

Its hard to tell where one songs ends and the other starts but Tony just jumps straight in, the rhythm cruising through his veins. He's a sporadic, sloppy sort of dancer the kind that dances without particular moves but oozes sex appeal that gets everyone in the club salivating. Steve awkwardly mirrors him and its sort of the most hilarious and cute thing that Tony's ever seen and Tony grabs his hips so that he'll stop.

Tony grinds onto Steve's front and he sways a steady dip down Steve's front, slithering into a crouch and back up again, uncoiling himself slowly, constantly shifting from side to side. Steve stares at him his gaze lust-heavy and Tony grins up a him a brilliant smile that stretches from ear to ear.

"Dance!" Tony shouts and Steve nods. Tony kisses him lightly and goes back to feeling the beat again, swaying. He loves this sort of the thing, the press of bodies against him and there are all these half naked men and women around him but he only has eyes for Steve.

Steve starts with just a slow sway, calculated and simple and Tony grinds against him encouragingly. Steve's arms lift and disappear behind his head much like they'd done in his striptease. He looks off but fluid and his moves aren't making sense but his eyes are all over Tony and he tries, and everything that he does is so inherently Steve that Tony can hardly keep hi hands away.

Tony's control breaks and loops one arm around Steve's waist holding him close and tight and the two of them dance together. Their legs tangles together, their thighs rub and their crotches roll together. Tony's painfully aroused, his jeans tight. He kisses him forcefully, expressing his neediness within the kiss and Steve's hands slide down from Tony's shoulders like pornographic mockery of an old time waltz that Steve grew up with.

Tony leans in for another kiss but Steve leans away and shouts over the din. "That was one song." He pulls Tony closer suddenly and presses a messy, toothy, hard kiss to his lips that leaves Tony wanting more. The energy's still crackling in the air all around them, people still dancing and drinks still flowing.

Tony kisses Steve back and leads him away, their fingers entwined tightly together, full of warmth.