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𝘕𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 [029]

Steve Rogers never thought of himself as the needy kind--never. He was always okay with his partner going out most of the time as long as it meant they got to cuddle together when it was time to sleep.

But unfortunately, Tony Stark hadn't turned up in bed for two weeks in a row.

Steve, again, wasn't the type of man to be needy for his boyfriend's attention. Never felt anything even remotely close to that clinginess once during the entire time he's been dating genius-billionaire-philanthropist Tony Stark. But, with Tony out of his sights for more than he ever expected, Steve couldn't take the loneliness any longer.

He was tired to wake up without the man beside him, he was tired of not falling asleep to a dimly glowing arc reactor, he was tired of the tiredness he felt when Tony Stark didn't kiss his nose as a wake-up call.

After the end of the second week with him not waking up beside Tony, Steve had had enough. He went down to the lab and opened the door (of course with a little knock to let Tony know he was there), walking over to his boyfriend and sitting in the spare chair in front of him.

Tony looked up from his armor's arm, a piece of bread hanging from his mouth. He quickly put his tools down and took the snack out from between his teeth after taking a bite and said, "Hey, baby. What's up?"

Steve didn't respond. He just stood up as casually as he sat down and opened his arms wide. Mind you, he was still in his sleeping clothes--an off white tee with black sweatpants--and his face held utter indifference.

Tony looked at him funny, blinking a couple of times then looking around his lab just in case Steve was staring at something else.

He then turned back to the blond, confused. "Uhh?"

Steve, still unresponsive and blunt-looking, just gestured for Tony to come over to him (with his arms still outstretched). The brunette cleared his throat and walked over to him, an eyebrow raised. "Are you okay, Steve? What--what is this that you'rrrre . . . doing?"

Steve, again, didn't say anything. He simply wrapped his arms around his boyfriend and pulled him in for a hug, breathing in the scent of oil and citrus.

Tony allowed himself to be hugged, but said, "Steve, I'm dirty as hell. You're ruining your clothes."

Steve's arms momentarily left his boyfriend's neck to adjust Tony's around his waist before they returned to their comfortable spot.

Tony awkwardly kept his arms where they were put, and said again, "Steve. I am dirty."

Steve kissed down Tony's face silently, forehead to chin, purposely leaving his lips kissless. He missed Tony's face, and his hugs, and his little annoying comments when he's trying to be affectionate.

Finally, when Steve leveled eyes with Tony, he kissed his lips, chapped and bitten and yet still holding that perfection Steve had been missing. Tony didn't complain, he just avoided touching Steve as to not cover him in grease, but honestly, the great Captain America couldn't care less.

When Steve pulled away, he smiled gently and took a step back from Tony, a few smudges of blackish-brown now present on his shirt. "Come on, try-hard, I'll make you some breakfast. And wash yourself up. You're dirty."