The Right Partner

Chapter 13

There were roses. Everywhere. Tony had no fucking clue what was going on. He had given Pepper roses for an anniversary of some sort and hated the blasted things. He supposed it had something to do with Steve.

His floor was decorated in a way that made him feel as though he was in one of those romcoms that Thor loved so much. There were candles lining the halls, outlining the tile flooring. Petals were scattered everywhere. He padded in his bare feet across them, after spending two days in the lab.

After Bruce had agreed to talk to Clint, Tony had hacked into all if SHIELD's files pertaining to this mysterious "Betty." What he learned was nothing Clint hadn't told him while on painkillers. He had then taken the liberty of setting Bruce down exactly where he had asked to be set, in SHIELD. Then, he'd returned to his lab.

He hadn't seen Steve in days, and honestly, he hadn't really crossed his mind. It wasn't that he didn't think of him, it was just that he had reached the level of focus where he'd forget his name if it wasn't plastered all over the house.

His cynical views quietly stalked away when he saw Steve behind his counter, cooking. By hand. His arms made sure, quick movements, made to accomplish exactly what he wanted. It sizzled as he flicked the pan with his risk, the chicken breast sliding around in whatever concoction Steve had cooked up. Tony's stomach threatened to growl and he realized he had completely ignored the fascinating aroma which had soaked into the walls.

Padding quietly he made his way across the room until he was directly behind the super saucy soldier. Wrapping his arms around his middle and sinking his chin into the crook of his neck, having to stand on his toes to see. He hummed pleasantly in his ear, his chest vibrating against Steve's. Steve could feel the imprint of the arc, having a separate whirring compared to Tony's purr.

Tonight was the night. Steve was ready. No more waiting. He could feel his heart pounding through his chest in an attempt to let him know that what he was about to do was profoundly stupid, but ultimately the correct corse of action. He was indeed ready, but that didn't mean his body was going to let him get off that easy.

He moved the pan off the burner for a moment and slowly turned in the other mans arms to face him. He leaned down and planted a firm, eager kiss to his lips, sinking into him. Tony smiled, feeling a change in his boyfriend. He felt more sure, more real than their dreamy, soft make out sessions they'd had. He felt as thought he was trying to say something, convey a feeling, but Tony wasn't exactly sure what. Steve then slid his own arms around him and pressed then closer together, seeping the kiss beyond to where the super soldier had ever let the mechanic tread. This was new ground, uncharted territory, and Tony wanted to explore it all.

His chapped, split lips pressed into Steve's soft, warm ones. They moved together as Tony was turned against the counter, the taller man's hands on either side of his compact frame. Steve was flush against him when Tony gasped, feeling something he thought the man to shy to reveal. His jeans pulled tight over his pride, making the bulk of it more noticeable than Tony had ever been aware of. He felt his own hips jerk forward, pressuring against the erection. Steve must've enjoyed it because as soon as he bucked, Steve's eyes went wide and he moaned. The noise made the mechanic's jeans twitch, forcing them to grind into each other.

Steve hasn't been aware of the noises he was making until Tony stood on his tiptoes and groaned Steve's name into his ear, causing the Captain to gasp at how turned on it had made him. They rutted against each other, denim on denim, shamelessly. Each scrape of the fabric made their stomachs coil, wanting, needing release.

"Steve." Tony rasped against his neck, pressing his damp face into the sweat pooling in the Captain's shoulder.

"Yes Tony." He was answering a question he had not been, but would have been, asked.

"I can stop if-"

"Don't."

It was a command. Tony was surprised to find that he liked commands.

The distance to the bedroom was filled with deepening kisses and wandering hands, touching everything in reach. Hands tangled in hair, lips tangled with lips, legs straddled bucking hips. Tony was on fire, more aware of his celibacy now more than ever. All this waiting had gotten him out of practice, but also more riled up. He wanted, needed this. He had had so many dreams where that ass had been leaning into his touch, clenching around him, now it was mere inches from his fingers. He had never felt so turned on, yet so restrained.

Steve was gone. He was reduced to nothing more than a series of whimpers and gasps. His senses were on overload with all the information. It was all happening too fast, but he didn't want it to stop. There was no word he was capable of speaking that would have described the feel of Tony's jeans dragging against his own, or of that moment when his wandering fingertips had dipped momentarily below the waistband of his boxers and brushed his head. His eyes were no longer blue, but blown black with lust. He was pressed into the side of the elevator, the rail pressing into his back at such an angle that made his hips almost perpendicular to Tony's. His toes curled.

The bed was soft and sunk to hold their combined weight, creaking softly. Shoes and shirts and pants and underwear were gone until it was just them. Tony wrapped his hand around Steve's erection and smiled when he gasped and his hips bucked up. Slowly he moved his fingers around, eliciting moans and incoherent murmurs of his name.

Steve curled his own fingers around Tonys shaft and pressed his thumb into it, hard enough that it made Tony cry out. They were starting to get teary eyes with all the build up arousal. They wanted so badly to come.

Tony leaned into Steve's mouth and let go of his dick, swallowing the whimper he received. Then, he slid his erection right up to Steve's. They gasped at the contact.

Rutting against each other they came, vision going white, knees giving out, toes curling as they spurted out onto each other. It just kept coming, covering them in a sticky mess that left then feeling uncomfortable and mildly dirty.

Tony knew that you need to shower after sex like that, but Steve had just rolled over and was staring at the ceiling. Tony leaned over him and placed a soft kiss to his lips before grabbing his hand.

"Shower."

When they came out they were nude and wet and smiling and tired. The covers were warm and dry as they slid in and turned to face each other, not bothering with pajamas.

"Tony I-"

"Shh. Steve. Just-"

Tony leaned in and kissed the super soldier again, resting his head on his chest once he'd pulled away. Steve looked at the tousled brown hair that tickled his chest and laughed a breathless kiss into Tony's head. Tony smiled and gave a quick glance into Steve's eyes, still blue in the darkness.

"That was... Steve, I've never..."

"It's okay. I know."

Tony smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to those amazing abs that seemed to be natural.

"What do we do now?"

"We go to sleep."

"And you'll be here when I wake up?"

Tony looked at the man as though words could not describe the thought of not waking up next to him.

"Yes Steve, I'll be there when you wake up."