Chapter 15
When Tony wandered into the kitchen that morning, Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off him. He tried to keep it discreet, of course, but when Tony flashed him a raised eyebrow he felt his cheeks begin to heat a little.
"Is that my shirt, Tony?" he finally asked, already knowing the answer. It was indeed the shirt that Tony had stripped him out of the evening before.
"Maybe," Tony replied carefully, taking a sip of his coffee. "I mean, I had your dick in my mouth for the first time last night, but I probably should have asked if this was okay -"
"No, it’s… it looks good on you," Steve cut in quickly, wanting to wipe the badly covered hurt from Tony’s face as quickly as possible. "I like it."
Their relationship had taken a big leap last night. Steve had been intimate with Tony in a way he had been with no other person. He desperately wanted to cling onto the post-coital bliss they had experienced for as long as he could, and Tony’s sudden insecurity was definitely killing the mood.
Getting slowly to his feet, Steve slunk across the room and wrapped his arms around Tony from behind.
"It looks better on you than it ever did on me," he murmured against Tony’s ear. "You should keep it."
"Really?" Tony asked warily, turning in Steve’s arms.
"Well, my heart already belongs to you. You might as well take my shirt, too," Steve grinned helplessly, and then leaned in to kiss the hopeful shock off Tony’s face.