Chapter 2
“Scott.” Tony’s commanding voice rang in Scott’s ears when the guard dutifully removed the visored helmet. To anyone else, particularly to the nincompoop of a guard who was cowering in a corner fidgeting with his keys and dropping them as it clanged on the floor, Tony’s voice screamed authority. But to Scott’s ears, it was almost melodic, especially after hearing the 400-pound assholes on steroids drone on about what they’d do to him and his kind in graphic detail.
“Tony.” Scott regarded the other with his practiced monosyllabic greeting, devoid of human emotion that infuriated some people.
Tony smirked. “How’s prison treating you?” He carried on a measured conversation in front of the guard, who was eyeing them with disdain.
“Never better.” Scott deadpanned. Tony took the lead as Scott followed him to the familiar path of the lab he considered as a mental and physical escape from the squalid two-by-two prison cell.
“So,” Tony turned around to crane his neck and make sure the guard hadn’t followed them.
“Don’t worry. No one’s here.” Scott reassured him. “He stopped walking behind us after we crossed the first room.”
“Still uncanny how you can hear that.” Tony was impressed. “Was it a part of your training?”
“Yeah. I trained myself to fight blind in case I didn’t have my glasses on me. When your sense of sight works against you, your other senses heighten. Ergo, you listen more.” Scott cleared his throat, fidgeted with the hem on his shirt, flustered because no one had observed it before. And if they did, they said nothing.
Tony nodded and reached for Scott’s hands, pulling him in closer. “Tell me, how willing would you be if I were to blindfold you?” He asked cheekily.
Scott laughed at Tony’s sexually loaded comment. “Not even dinner? Tony Stark, going straight to kinky. Why am I not surprised!”
“I’d give you the world if it meant I could have you in my arms.” Tony declared and played with the buttons on Scott’s shirt.
“A world without freedom,” Scott mumbled and looked away.
“Hey, butterscotch. I’m trying my best. The government is a pain in the ass. But I’ll make sure you get back your freedom. One way or another.” Tony promised and enveloped Scott in his arms.
“I’m sorry, Tony. I know I killed Xavier. And for that alone, I should stay in prison.” Scott confessed, guilty about making Tony feel bad.
“You have nothing to apologize for. The phoenix killed Charles. Not you.” Tony pointed out and continued hugging Scott, providing him the comfort he rarely received.
“This feels nice.” Scott buried his head in Tony’s shoulder. “I almost forgot what it’s like to hug.”
Scott’s confession broke Tony’s heart. He could feel the tears prick his eyes and the maelstrom of emotions he felt in his heart. He hugged him tighter, almost digging his fingers into Scott’s back to the point that the shirt now had indentations of his nails. He stayed quiet because a hug was all the communication that was needed at the moment.
A few minutes later, they pulled away, and Tony led them to his penthouse through the elevator. “Jarvis, make sure Capsicle doesn’t interrupt us this time,” he announced and gestured to Scott to sit on the plush couch that decorated his living room.
“Ahhh.” Scott heaved a sigh of relief when he sank into the comfortable couch, meant for relaxation.
Tony grinned at Scott. “I was hoping to have you elicit that sound in the bedroom. But I guess my couch beat me to it.”
Scott laughed and peered at Tony, who was bringing over a few plates. He smirked and added, “This couch knows you’re playing second-fiddle to it”
Tony looked at Scott in mock surprise while setting the plates on the table. “Is that a challenge, Mr. Summers?”
“There’s no challenge. The couch is the clear winner.” Scott sniggered.
Tony snorted at Scott’s remark and sank to his knees in front of Scott. “Tony Stark is not going to be the third wheel to a couch.” His hands traveled from Scott’s knees, stopping close to the inner thighs.
Scott sucked in a breath and shivered from the touch. Tony’s hands traveled further up and his thumbs skimmed below Scott’s stomach. “Tony..” Scott rasped and caught Tony’s hands in his, dragging him up.
Tony stood up and hauled Scott with him. He felt Scott’s arms wrap around his waist as they got closer until their lips almost grazed and they breathed each other’s air.
Scott’s eyes dimmed underneath his ruby-quartz glasses, dizzy from the prospect of something more.
Tony crushed his lips against Scott’s while stroking his neck. Scott’s hands traveled from Tony’s waist to his back, tracing every inch of cloth-covered flesh as he stepped forward, while Tony stepped back in tandem.
When Scott edged them forward, Tony withdrew from the kiss, face flushed. His skin prickled when his back hit the door and Scott tugged on his earlobes with his teeth and dipped his tongue right behind his ears. Tony made a strangled noise when Scott shoved their hips together. “Mmhh. Fuck, butterscotch!” he panted. “All this time I was testing your force beams when I should have thoroughly examined your mouth.” He sucked the bottom of Scott’s lip into his mouth and jerked his hips against Scott’s thighs, igniting the friction.
Scott felt Tony’s arousal press against his own. He lifted Tony up, who wrapped his legs around him.
“Door,” Tony warned when Scott pushed it open and they both fell on the king-sized bed covered in soft sheets, with Tony on top of Scott, grinding against each other’s clothed bodies.
Scott threw his head back into the bed in desire. “I want you.” He breathed out.
“How do you want me, handsome?” Tony looked at Scott’s lithe, muscular form stretched against him. He raked his nails across the scar on Scott’s chest. With his knees between Scott’s thighs, Tony nudged them apart and leaned forward to brush his lips with Scott’s. “Gorgeous!” Tony gasped when Scott inched his head up to trace Tony’s lips with the tip of his tongue.
Scott swirled his tongue around Tony’s and heard a breathy moan. “Scott… Babe...! If you keep fucking my mouth with your tongue, I won’t last long.”
“That’s the plan.” Scott grinned and grasped Tony’s beard-covered chin, tilting it down to kiss him once more and craning to suck his neck. Tony shuddered at Scott’s attention to his neck and inched his knee closer to the inside of Scott’s thighs, where he could feel the arousal.
Scott moaned at the contact and dry-humped Tony’s knee as he shoved his hands between Tony’s legs. Tony joined him in the moans as Scott sat up only for Tony to ruck the orange prison shirt up. “Let’s get you out of this hideous thing, hmm?” Tony cooed and kissed the tip of Scott’s nose, making him smile.
“Maybe you can design the… prison shirts next time….” Scott panted when Tony dived in for another wild kiss, “... mmmh… make them less hideous.”
To which Tony smiled. “If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be wearing any clothes.” He answered while lifting himself from Scott’s lap so he could loosen the drawstrings of his lover’s pants.
Whining at the loss of contact, Scott cupped Tony’s ass to bring him closer and resume the rutting. “Of course.”
Tony sat on Scott and straddled the slim hips as they rocked together. He threw his head back in bliss and Scott ghosted his lips over Tony’s collarbone and worked on opening the buttons of the designer shirt. Once off, he admired the man’s physique and noticed the scars around the arc reactor meant to keep him alive. He shifted Tony on the bed so he could unzip the black pants that outlined the growing erection, pulling them down while Tony clawed it away with his foot.
“I see you wasted no time in opting to go commando,” Scott smirked. The moment he noticed Tony’s entire form, his throat went dry. He admired the length that bobbed up, waiting to be sucked. His eyes traveled to see Tony Stark’s coveted body, memorizing all the lines, and the toned muscles. His own cock felt painfully hard underneath the clothes.
“Like what you see?” Tony winked, feeling pleased with himself for having worked out that month.
Scott nodded and took off his own half-open shirt. Tony kneeled up at once to help Scott undress. “You are beautiful! I’ll tell you what is a crime. It’s you wearing clothes and hiding your gorgeous body. Because I’d rather have you naked all day.” He tugged the pants and the briefs down as Scott lifted his knees one at a time to discard them and toss them away. Tony admired him. He smacked the firm ass, making Scott jump. His hands meandered around Scott’s cock, giving it a tug, while they pressed their hips together, making them both gasp at the contact.
“Nngh!” Scott uttered with incoherence when Tony’s hands circled his cock. Taking control, he pressed Tony on the bed and spread his legs enough to place his head between them. “I want you in my mouth.” He rasped and lapped at Tony’s cock.
Tony moaned when he heard that. Scott’s tongue came into contact with his cock. He grabbed the sheets and curled his toes when Scott flicked his tongue for another teasing taste. A strangled noise escaped his throat when Scott scraped his teeth over his cock while stroking his inner thigh with his fingers.
“Tell me, where would you like me to lick you?” Scott smiled wickedly and dived in for another lick.
“All over.” Tony gasped when Scott’s fingertips gripped his shaft and gave it a tug. He saw Scott engulf his length in wet heat, making him jerk up. He heard Scott moan and look at him, all while moving his mouth up and down the length. The seductive humming pulsated against his cock, making the experience even more gratifying. He gasped in delight when Scott’s thumb grazed his perineum, taking him by surprise. “SCOTT!” Tony curled his fingers around Scott’s hair and tugged at the soft curls. His body quivered once more when Scott hollowed his cheeks and took in the slick length as he gave in and let the heat pool in his stomach. “I’m close.” He warned. On hearing Tony’s increased moans, Scott wrapped his hand around the base and increased the friction, causing Tony to go over the edge.
“Fuck!” Tony arched his back and came when he couldn’t hold it in any longer and let himself dissolve into pleasure. Scott continued to lap at Tony’s cock until he swallowed every drop and felt his own heart race when he came up. “I take it you liked that.” He grinned and crawled up to kiss Tony.
Tony nodded and leaned on his elbow to meet Scott’s reddened lips. “That was… Hot.” He peppered Scott’s shoulder with kisses. “Sexy.” He murmured again and bit Scott’s neck, eliciting a whine from the man who had pleasured him. “Wild.” His lips brushed Scott’s ears as he sat up and rolled over to pin the X-Man under him.
“Tony..” Scott flushed from head to toe when Tony lay on top of him, bodies meeting in a restless passion. Scott’s arms enveloped his lover as Tony sucked Scott’s bottom lip. He felt Tony shove a hand between his legs and he arched up towards the fingers. It was torturous when Tony’s fingers ghosted the velvety surface and moved down to caress his thighs.
Scott grumbled a protest when Tony got up, but it was soon replaced with moans of ecstasy when he watched his cock slip in and out of Tony’s hungry lips. “Mmhh!” He gasped when Tony’s tongue dipped into the slit while he played with his balls. Undulated passion burnt deep within them both, making them drown in the fires of pleasure. The moans which came out of Scott’s mouth made Tony feel like he was flying. When he saw Scott clench his thighs around him in pleasure and lift his ass, he could only say he was human, for he had witnessed no one who looked so sinfully sexy as Scott did. His heart leaped when he realized that at that moment he didn’t care about anything else than pleasing the man lying on his bed. Never had he wanted to lose himself to the countless relationships and trysts he had been in until this moment. Tony popped out the cock from his mouth as spit and beads of precum dribbled below his lips and purred, “Now I know what the historians meant when Alexander was only defeated once and that was by Hephaestion’s thighs.” He stroked the frenulum, evoking a shiver from Scott.
“Why’d you stop?” Scott asked and received his answer when Tony swallowed around his cock. “Fuck!” He cried out when Tony sucked his cock, hard and fast, leaving him no time to warn. His breath hitched, calves tightened and toes curled as he went still and let the cum spill in Tony’s eager mouth, who sucked him till he went limp.
Cum dribbled over Tony’s lips when he crawled up to hug Scott. “Come here..” He heard Scott speak and obeyed. Tony felt Scott’s hands pull him up till he was on top of him, lying face to face. Scott licked Tony’s chin and lips until their mouths fused for another steamy kiss.
“Mmm. You’d do that, wouldn’t you?” Tony groaned from the salacious way they made out.
“That.. that was wild,” Tony mumbled as he hugged Scott and laid kisses on his shoulder.
“I thought you had a Daddy kink, but I guess I’ll have to call you my king, considering the riveting history lesson.” Scott joked and wrapped a thigh around Tony’s hip as they lay side to side.
Tony laughed at the unexpected teasing and nibbled at Scott’s chin. “Tony would be just as good. Although, I won’t be opposed to you calling me your super-hot genius boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend?” Scott asked, and let out a soft chuckle. “One day if I get out alive, I’ll take my genius boyfriend on a date someplace they serve honeyed fruits with ice cream.”
“Super-hot genius boyfriend.” Tony reminded him, “And I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Scott gave a silent smile and ran his hands through Tony’s hair. While he knew they had crossed a barrier, he also wondered if it would last, considering their teams had become rivals. The smile turned into a slight frown, which Tony immediately noticed.
“Butterscotch… what are you thinking of?” Tony asked Scott and huddled closer for warmth. Scott’s expression put him on the edge, worried that the man next to him may have realized that he wasn’t worth the effort of being something more than a one-night stand.
Scott zoned back in and took a sharp breath. He studied the worried look Tony gave him and felt guilty. “Tony… we… we slept together. With each other.”
“Yes, we did. That’s how sex works.” Tony leaned on his elbows to examine Scott. “You’re not regretting this, are you?” This had been one of the rarer moments he loved sex and was lucid enough to experience all the emotions. ‘What If he didn’t like it! Shit!’ He thought to himself and panicked. ‘Oh god. I’ve ruined it. I’ve ruined whatever we had by rushing it.’
Scott observed Tony and saw the obvious panic he was trying to hide under the flippant remark. “Tony, I loved it. But… ugh… I wish you could read my mind without me having to explain it to you.” He sighed in frustration over his own feelings of inadequacy when it came to conveying his emotions. “This… this can’t happen again, considering I’m a mutant and you’re an Avenger.”
“Is there a law which prohibits an Avenger from dating a… really gorgeous mutant?” Tony gave Scott a once over. “If so, I will give up the super-secret boy band so we can have extensive sex. Maybe send them a picture or two to make them understand why we should be doing it. Natasha and Bruce will understand after seeing you….”
“… Tony!” Scott interrupted. “I’m a criminal. This… this was a one-time thing. Yeah?” He asked, trying to convince himself.
“We both know we’ll end up here again.” Tony bent down to kiss Scott on his chin. “Unless you want it to be a one-time thing?” He frowned as his insecurity crept upon him.
“I wish it wasn’t.” Scott sighed and stroked his neck in frustration. “But…”
“But nothing. Look. Why are we torturing our hearts by denying ourselves the purpose of seeing where this goes? It’s cruel to both of us.” Tony pointed out and gave Scott an earnest smile, hoping that he would agree.
“I’m not a free man, Tony. I don’t see this going anywhere but to hell and you in it with me. And I’d rather you live.” Scott declared and felt his chest tighten.
“I hear hell is fun.” Tony quipped, “Besides-”, he continued and looked up at Scott again only to find out that he had zoned out and was staring in the space. “-Scott?” He asked, worried. “Scotty?” Tony got up and considered placing his hands over Scott’s. “Scott… babe… hey… Can you hear me?” He tried bringing Scott back. “Hey..”
Scott blinked his eyes and focused on Tony’s face. He breathed out and pulled back a little. “Sorry.” He muttered. His head still felt foggy.
“You zoned out on me for a minute there. You okay?” Tony asked and caressed Scott’s cheek.
Scott gulped the lump that had formed in his throat and nodded. “I... I’m fine.” He stuttered and looked up at the ceiling to avoid Tony’s gaze.
“Come here, babe,” Tony sighed and wrapped his arms around Scott. “Let’s take it one day at a time. Yeah?” He spoke in a soothing tone and kissed Scott’s neck. “If you want to talk about it, I’m here to listen.” He assured and went back to cuddling Scott, providing him with the love and comfort he needed.
There wasn’t a shred of a doubt that Scott knew Tony would listen. But he didn’t know how to share the emotions he had repressed for so long until all he felt was numbness rolling over him. So he nodded and close his eyes. Sleeping in Tony’s arms was the only thing that helped him stay grounded and he was grateful, even if he couldn’t show it. When Scott heard the shallow breaths, he knew Tony was fast asleep. Not wanting to wake him up, he repositioned himself until he got out of Tony’s arms. Scott kissed his forehead and murmured a soft good night to the man who gave him love when everyone showed him hate. The clothes that were scattered glowed dimly. He wore his uniform and searched for a pen and paper to leave Tony a note. He walked back to the lab and opened the door which led to the prison. Two worlds, one free and one restrained, separated by a wall. “Home sweet home.” He muttered to himself.