Can't Sleep
Metal parts, holographic screens projecting complex letters, numbers and symbols, surround Tony in the depths of the lab. How he can focus with the blaring surround sound AC/DC flooding your ears is beyond you.
“Tony?” you call while he leans deeper into his work. He can’t hear you. You’re a little nervous about getting closer, lest you surprise him and something explodes. You sigh. “FRIDAY, can you turn that shit off, please?”
The music comes off. Your ears are ringing. Tony stops moving for a moment, then turns to look at you. “Oh, hey, (Y/N),” he says casually.
Your teeth grit and your hands clench into fists. Hey, (Y/N)? Is that what he said to you? His girlfriend of almost a year? You narrow your eyes at him. “Oh, hey, Tony,” you hiss, strutting closer to him. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Look, I’m getting to a breakthrough—“
“You said that last week,” you reply sharply. His eyes turn away from you. You scoff. “Is this the same project?”
He knows better than to lie to you. You can see right through him. “Yes,” he replies under his breath.
You sigh. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I got a couple of hours in last night,” he replied defensively.
That’s not specific enough. “FRIDAY, when did he sleep last?” you ask, looking up at the ceiling as if the AI is there.
“One hour and thirty-nine minutes, starting at approximately four twenty-seven in the morning—“
“Thank you!” Tony interrupted.
You stare at him, hands on your hips. He stares back, looking ashamed. Your lips tighten and you sigh out your nose.
“Honey, I can’t sleep,” he said.
You close your eyes, sigh again, and open them. “You don’t try, Tony,” you say, reaching your arms out to him. He leans forward, closing his eyes, and holds your forearms against the sides of his head. You run your fingers down through his hair. “You don’t try,” you tell him.
“I can’t,” he sighs, his breath touching the skin on your arms.
You’re not as pissed at him as you were. You know that he’s more sensitive than he lets on, even to you occasionally. You were just waiting for him to crack open, just a little. You climb onto his lap, facing him, lift his head and gently kiss him, putting your hands on his shoulders and squeezing gently. He leans his forehead against yours and reaches his arms below yours, then up to your upper back, holding you close. You mutually pull your lips back, but keep leaning your foreheads on one another. “(Y/N),” he whispers, his breath grazing your lips. You lift a hand to hold the side of his head.
“Tony, just come to bed,” you groan.
He looks into your eyes. They’re tired, red lines crawling from his irises, gray bags under them. “I can’t,” he murmurs.
Your lips tighten, and you slide off his lap and onto his feet. He stares at you longingly.
“Tony, I fucking care about you,” you snap. “You can’t keep doing this.” He looks away from you and covers his face with his right hand. You cross your left arm against your chest and put your right elbow on top of it, holding your face in your hand. “Tony.”
He turns his chair around and back to his work. Your toes clench inside your shoes and you exhale out of your teeth. Talking to the guy is unproductive. You narrow your eyes and think of a different approach that is more likely to work. You step towards him and grab his shoulders. He tenses under your hands as you pull his swivel chair away from his work until it’s out of his sight.
“(Y/N),” he protests as you turn the chair around to face you.
You sink to your knees, defiantly staring into his eyes. “Relax,” you snap.
His eyes widen as he watches you get on your knees and put your forearms on his thighs. Your hands fumble a little with the button and zipper of his jeans. You bite your lower lip when you get it off, then shove your fingers under the waistband of his pants and boxers.
“Oh my god…what are you doing?” he mutters tensely.
You look up at him, lifting an eyebrow. “You know very well. Lift up a bit.”
His jaw drops, and he obeys. You swiftly pull his pants down to below his knees, and his nearly erect cock pops up. You smirk. He’s under your control now. You wrap your hand around his length and begin to stroke it up and down, slowly at first. His hands squeeze the edge of the seat and he throws his head back, then looks down at you while you look up at him.
“(Y/N)…oh,” he grunts as you bring your head closer to him, licking your lips.
Your tongue grazes the tip as you knead him in your hand. One of his hands wanders to the back of your head, gripping a handful of your hair and pushing you closer to his hardness. You chuckle as you open your mouth for him. You hold your wet lips tight and slide down his length. He twists his handful of your hair in his hand, his arm shaking.
“(Y/N),” he grunts as you take him all the way into your mouth. “Ah, (Y/N).” You swirl your tongue around the base before you begin to move up and down his cock as you suck, harder and faster with each move. “Don’t stop…just like that, (Y/N)…”
He begins to move his hips up and down, thrusting into your mouth a little faster than you can by yourself. You smile to yourself a little. This is working.
“(Y/N),” he shrieks, breathing through his teeth. “God, I’m gonna…”
You give him a thumbs up, grasping the hem of his shirt for added stability. He shakes a little, and soon shoots his seed into your mouth.
You pull your head back and swallow, then take some deep breaths along with him. When you’re ready, you stand up and wipe your hands on your pants. He looks up at you lovingly, desperately. You smile down at him. “How about you come upstairs to bed and return the favor, see where it goes from there.”
He pushes himself off the chair and effortlessly scoops you up into his arms. You giggle and clasp your hands behind his neck as he hurries you up the stairs to bed.
“I own your ass,” you remark.
“Yup,” he agrees.