The moment Tony first saw Stephen Strange, he was intrigued by him. The fact that Stephen could use magic was interesting, and Tony admired how he fought during battle. He knew that Stephen was good-looking; his somewhat bulky robes couldn’t hide the fact, but it didn’t really go beyond that simple recognition.
When Tony saw Stephen in a suit, he couldn’t help but stare for a bit. He mentally upgraded Stephen’s from good-looking to quite handsome. It took some effort to look away and mingle amongst the crowd, but he was able to manage it.
It wasn’t until Tony saw Stephen in casual clothes that it became a problem. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the form-fitting jeans and what they promised lay beneath. The t-shirt Stephen wore made his musculature quite obvious. Just as obvious was Tony’s physical reaction. He had to beat a hasty retreat to keep it from being discovered. Thereafter, being in Stephen’s presence was problematic at best.
The next time they were in the same room with the other Avengers, Tony kept losing track of what was being said. The issue was, Tony couldn’t keep his eyes off Stephen. He kept imagining what was under his clothes. Tony shifted uncomfortably, trying to relieve the aching bulge at his crotch.
“Tony, everything alright?” Rhodey asked, leaning over to whisper to him.
To his embarrassment, Tony found himself blushing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Go on.” He tried to pay attention to what was being said. He really did. However, all he could think about was the shape of Stephen’s ass in the jeans he was wearing. He ached to cup one of those cheeks in his hand and squeeze. He was certain it would be pleasantly firm. Oh, the things he could do to that ass given a chance.
This time, Rhodey elbowed Tony in the side. “Care to share what has you so distracted,” he whispered.
Tony sat up straight. “Shut up.” Once again, he tried to focus. It proved just as hard this time. His eyes kept sliding over to Stephen, taking in the pleasant musculature of his arms. God, he hoped no one noticed just how… interesting he found Stephen. As it was, he’d have to be the last person to leave the room if he wanted to avoid embarrassing himself. He glanced at Rhodey, who was wearing a knowing expression. Well, he would try to avoid embarrassing himself further, anyway.
Talk buzzed around him. One by one, the Avengers all noticed Tony’s distraction, with one apparent exception: Stephen Strange. Stephen was paying resolute attention to what was being said about the latest potential threat and was unaware of Tony’s now open perusal.
Natasha stood abruptly. “I think it’s time for a break.” She looked around at the others pointedly. They all stood and left the room, with the exception of Rhodey and a bemused Tony.
Once the two of them were alone, Rhodey said, “Boy, you’ve got it bad. Just ask him out already.”
Tony tried to look innocent, something he had never achieved a day in his life. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Tell me what we’ve been discussing the last hour,” Rhodey demanded.
“Something bad?” Tony ventured.
Rhodey laughed. “Right. Like I said, ask him out. And if he’s amenable, tap that ass.” Much to Rhodey’s surprise, Tony actually blushed. He didn’t think his friend still knew how to.
“It’s not that simple,” Tony complained.
“Oh, yes, it is.” Rhodey turned to leave the room. Looking over his shoulder, he said, “I’d do it before Natasha decides to get more involved if I were you.”
Tony blanched. The thought of Natasha getting actively involved was terrifying. “I’ll take that under advisement.”
Rhodey left, and Tony was left alone with his thoughts which were swirling around Stephen. He stayed lost in thought until he heard the sound of someone returning. Looking up, he was surprised/horrified to see that it was Stephen. He was sure Natasha was behind it.
“Why do I get the feeling that they wanted us to talk?” Stephen asked, leaning against the conference table.
Tony was going to kill every last one of them, he decided. Slowly. “Yeah, they’re anything but subtle.”
“And you are?” Stephen said archly.
Tony was at a loss for words and gaped at Stephen, his mouth hanging open.
“I never imagined I’d see Tony Stark speechless,” Stephen said, “much less over me.” He stood straight and strode over to Tony. His movements were smooth. Predatory. He stopped by Tony. “If you can find your tongue, is there something you’d like to ask?”
Tony was so hard that it hurt. There wasn’t room in his jeans to hold him comfortably. Mouth dry, Tony tried to speak, but nothing came out. He’d never reacted to another person this way. He didn’t know what was wrong with him.
Before Tony could try to speak again, Stephen bent, grasped him by the jaw, and tilted his head back. Slowly, giving him a chance to pull away, Stephen kissed Tony. Their mouths opened, and their tongues danced with one another.
There came the sound of clapping, and Clint’s voice filled the room. “Now, maybe we can get something done.”