Chapter 25
STEVE
Moving day was less stressful than he thought it’d be. There were few times in his life he was actually glad he married rich. Like when he could donate to charity, pay off other people's debts, or invest in schools and arts. Paying other people to move your stuff - was definitely another one of those times.
They were also faster than Steve thought they’d be, happy to tip them extra before they left after an exact two hours. He closed the big door to their new home, slowly turning around to really soak it in.
It was big and beautiful, and he smiled at the sound of his family laughing in another room. He walked towards the sound, running his hands over the bare wall where he would hang some art.
Maybe his own.
Or Miles’, who was getting better and better.
When he walked into the living room, his smile changed to a chuckle when he saw his daughter mimicking one of his own poses - hands on the hips with one foot tapping.
He knew the reason why, and already felt himself blushing with embarrassment when all eyes turned to him.
“New couch?” she asked the blonde bluntly, one hand extended to point to the object in question.
“New house,” Steve replied with a smile, hoping that would convince her.
“That’s what I said! See Thumper,” his love said as he added sticking his tongue out to their girl.
“What’s wrong with a new couch?” Miles asked innocently.
“Oh my sweet, simple little brother. You don’t want to know.”
“We got a new couch, coffee table, kitchen table, patio furniture and other stuff because we moved to a new place and wanted new things,” Steve explained as he walked around to sit next to his husband on the couch. "And donated what he had, obviously."
“Uh huh. And which of those things did you purchase because you guys fucked on the other one?” she asked just as Miles sputtered out a laugh and Steve felt his cheeks blush again.
“We got a new bookshelf. We did not fuck on the old one,” his husband said smugly as Steve buried his face in his husband’s shoulder; trying his best to suppress a laugh when he heard his daughter audibly groan.
“Wait seriously? Even on the patio furniture?” their teen asked incredulously next to them while simultaneously making gagging noises. Steve let out a laugh as he buried himself further behind his husband in shame; though his bastard of a man was shaking from laughing out loud.
“You’re both disgusting old men,” Emerson said before he could hear the sounds of her stomping down the hall, still currently hiding his face behind his husband.
“I’m going to go unpack my room,” Miles said as Steve slowly brought his head back up to wave him off, not able to look his son in the eye. Tony was still laughing next to him as the blonde reached under him to pinch the brunette’s ass.
“Hush,” Steve growled at him after the shorter man yelped, smiling to himself as he let his hands continue roaming. There was a spot on Tony’s right side, about half way down his ribs that always -
Sure enough, Tony was shrieking with laughter as Steve just continued tickling him. Using a little of his strength, he pinned the man down and continued his onslaught for a moment longer before letting his captive go and sitting back. That was punishment enough...for now at least.
“You jerk,” Tony panted as he swatted the blonde before moving to sit up next to the man.
“Then quit being gross in front of our kids,” Steve teased even as he grabbed the man to pull onto his lap and wrap his arms around his middle.
“Was what I said a lie?” his genius countered, snuggling further into the super soldier’s embrace.
“No, but -”
“-you want me to lie to our kids, Steven?” The blonde found himself growling again as the shorter man simply shook with laughter in his lap. He bent over just the slightest to bite his husband on his shoulder in retaliation, smiling smugly when the man yelped.
“Ow hey!” the brunette grumbled in fake outrage as he turned to pout at the blonde. Steve just smiled back at him, tightening his arms around him as he stole a kiss from those pink, pouty lips he loved so much. Tony glared at him for a moment before moving the blonde’s arms to shuffle off his lap and sit next to him, Steve grabbing the shorter man’s legs to rest on his lap once he settled.
He should’ve known his husband better, cause once his feet were near the blonde’s hands...he always asked for a foot rub.
Sure enough, Tony’s feet poked Steve’s hands as the blonde let out a laugh. And relenting, like he always did for his husband, before picking up his feet to begin the foot massage.
“Oh hey, before I forget, People’s been calling us for a while,” Tony said as he curled up further in Steve’s space, resting his head against the taller man’s shoulder.
“Which peoples?” Steve asked confusedly, frowning a little when he heard his husband chuckle.
“People magazine, hot stuff,” Tony replied with a smile, sitting up to look at him. “They want an interview and to put us on the cover to celebrate our thirtieth. To be fair, they’ve been annoying Pepper since our ten year.” Steve growled in response, which only made his husband laugh audibly.
“You know I don’t like interviews,” the blonde pouted immaturely as he took that opportunity to pinch the brunette’s toes.
“I didn’t say we have to do it you drama queen, just that they’re interested,” the brunette giggled out, rolling his eyes fondly at the blonde. “Plus Pepper brought up the lack of gay representation…”
“Tony. Do you want to do the interview?” Steve asked, squinting at him and momentarily taking his hands away from their task.
“Not if you don’t want to,” the genius said sincerely. Steve raised a brow at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Okay yes when have I ever disliked the idea of reminding the world you’re mine? Plus, you know, the whole lack of representation thing…”
“So they’re asking two cis white guys?” Steve sassed back, still not entirely sold on the idea.
“Do you know a famous gay couple of color who have been together as long as us? I mean, we barely beat Ellen and Portia - and they’re white ladies. Which, side note, I love rubbing that fact in Ellen’s face, she’s such a doll, but such a sore loser,” he said as Steve found himself erupting in laughter, remembering the look on her face when Tony said that to her at her last birthday party.
“Oh I remember that! She wanted us on her show to play ‘newlyweds’ against them but we got called to action. I’m surprised she didn’t try to reschedule.”
“Oh she did! Did I not ever tell you that? She tried to book us a year in advance but we got called to Tokyo that weekend,” Tony said as the two chuckled some more. “Just think about it hot stuff,” his genius said with a smile before leaning up to kiss the blonde.
Steve smiled into the kiss, taking it a step further as he pushed the brunette back on the couch and crawled over him. Kept smiling as he kissed the man’s neck and heard his husband chuckling beneath him.
“What happened to not being gross?” Tony asked.
“I said not in front of our kids,” Steve reminded him as he nipped the man’s earlobe, chuckling when the man let out a small yelp. “Plus can you blame me? You’re such a snack, babe.”
“What?” his husband laughed out. “Who taught you that?” Steve momentarily stopped his assault to gawk a little back at the man.
“Hey, I’m hip, okay? I know what slang the young kids are using these days,” he said in his defense. “You’re delectable, like a snack...am I not using that right?" he finished in a whisper, laughing along with his love.
“I honestly don’t know,” his genius said with a laugh.
“But maybe you have a point,” Steve said as he sat up fully. “Should we...move this to the bedroom? Maybe...break our new bed in?” The question had his sixty year old love sit up, shove the man back before taking off to their room.
“Race ya!” he heard his husband shout, shaking his head fondly at the man he was lucky to have married before quickly following him.