The Odds
Ugh.
Why the hell was it so damn bright in here? “FRIDAY, draw the damn shades will you?” Tony’s voice sounds like shit and he rolls over, right into something warm and rigid. What the— Steve’s broad from is sleeping soundly next to him in a bed that definitely wasn’t his. Oh shit. What exactly had he done last night? Somebody please tell him he didn’t have sex with Cap, and he wasn’t able to remember it! Tony’s mouth is too fucking dry, so he tries to slip away as quiet and carefully from the bed, but a large, warm hand comes around his thigh and Steve’s sleepy voice is just too adorable to ignore.
“Where exactly do you think you’re going?”
Tony blinks dumbly for a couple of seconds, “To get water. Morning’ to you too.” Steve didn’t seem exactly perturbed that Stark was here and Tony was still in his silk underwear so… “What uh, what happened last night?”
This time, Steve looks up, brows furrowed slightly. So last night had definitely been a good call after all. “Well… you told me I wasn’t being fair since I ‘left you hanging’ and well, one thing led to another and you showed up on my doorstep.” He can practically see the way that Tony’s mind is working a thousand miles a minute, trying to glue the events of last night together.
“I was—I was at a gala with Pepper. Oh fuck, she’s gonna kill me.” Tony rubs a hand over his face. “Did we uh-“Tony lets his gaze wander over Steve’s shirtless form and god, if they finally went at it and he can’t remember he’s going to kick his own ass, Pepper be damned.
Steve laughs and shakes his head, much to Tony’s slight mortification. “Uh, no. You showed up here smellin’ like you’d just drank the entire bar and I convinced you to come to bed. Nothing funny happened.” Rogers really hopes Tony doesn’t think he’s that much of a jerk. He’d never take advantage of anyone like that.
Stark just looks… perplexed. So, he’d what? Abandoned Pepper at the gala, thrown himself at Steve and then been put to bed? The migraine pounding at his head is definitely not just from all the drinks he’d had the night before. He doesn’t really know how to feel about any of this… so did Steve just not want to have sex with him because he was drunk? (It wasn’t an issue for most of the people Tony slept with if he was being honest) or was he uninterested in Tony over all?
“Tony,” Rogers croons softly, sitting up, “whatever you’re thinking, just stop.” Those deep amber eyes fall on him and he can’t help himself as he reaches out to cup the engineer’s jaw. “There’s an extra toothbrush and mouthwash in the medicine cupboard if you want it. Of course, I don’t mind it all that much either.” Steve looks pointedly at Tony’s pout and he’s just waiting for Stark to give him the word, or a sign, fucking smoke signals—just something.
The brunette is a little surprised by the touch, jolting only slightly as he’s pulled from his thoughts. Steve’s hand is large and fucking warm on his face and it’s making it a little difficult to think of reasons why he should leave. “Don’t be gross.” Tony grouses and the corner of his mouth quirks. Was this even a good idea? They were teammates; work colleagues or whatever. And Steve was old fashioned. He didn’t really strike Tony as the ‘hit it and quit it’ type and Tony was very much that. He was most likely just curious. Once they fucked and all was set and done, Tony would go back to minding his own business. He wasn’t looking for anything serious, not that this job really allotted the time or right environment, but Tony loved his freedom, and no one would be taking that away from him. Still… he couldn’t just ignore the opportunity. “Gimme a sec.”
The captain wets his lips and nods, thumb tracing Tony’s bottom lip for a brief second before the other pulls away. Blue eyes track the back of Stark as he disappears into the adjacent bathroom and Steve’s practically thrumming with excitement. That was definitely a yes right? The fact that Tony hadn’t just outright laughed or scoffed at him and pulled away? He doesn’t want to jump the gun, but he’s really hoping he’s right. His eyes find the other male’s form in the doorway, Tony’s eyes trained right back on him.
This is it. He’d mulled it over and well, he didn’t really see the harm in indulging a little. Never did. Tony’s eyes are trained on Steve as he exits the bathroom. Is he nervous? No. Excited maybe… he doesn’t quite feel like delving into it too much. Before he knows it, he’s stalking his way back to bed, intent hopefully clear in his eyes.
And of course, that’s when his phone fucking starts ringing on the nightstand. He watches Steve’s gaze flick towards the screen and wince. Fuck.
“You uh, want me to get that for you or--?”
Tony swallows thickly and shakes his head, hand outstretched for the device. Oh boy, he’s gonna get it now.
‘You’ve got fifteen minutes to pull your pants up and get to this shareholders meeting. So help me if you’re late or don’t show up, Tony.’ Click.
Okay. So, Pep was definitely pissed at him. Tony threw his head back and sighed, exasperated. Why? Tony wasn’t one to believe in fate or anything as asinine as that, but it seemed like the odds were really against them.
“So… rain check?” Tony asked haltingly as he slipped back into last nights clothes.
“Uh, yeah. Rain check.” Steve parrots and stands from the bed. The blonde hands Tony his shoes and walks him to the door. God damn interruptions. Stark is dawdling some by the door though and Steve makes the most of it. He stalks right up to him, nearly forcing Tony to step back against the door and tilts the mechanic’s face up towards him, hesitating for a slight second to give Tony the chance to pull away. When he doesn’t Steve closes the distance in a knee-buckling kiss, hand sliding back to cradle Tony’s head. His free hand settles on the small of Tony’s back and Steve’s practically pushing the shorter man onto his tiptoes as he all but plunders his mouth. And god, it’s good. Better, actually than anything that Steve had ever pictured in his head when he fantasied about Tony. And Stark, much to Steve’s surprise, is pliant and soft under him, letting the taller of the two take control of the kiss. Eventually they break apart for air and Steve’s transfixed by Tony’s puffy bottom lip. He really hopes next time comes sooner than later.
Jesus Christ on a cracker. Steve had swooped in and laid it on him like he fucking owned the place, but like hell was Tony going to complain about it. Despite the other moving in on him, it had caught him quite off guard. He’d been expecting something sweet and chaste, very old fashioned like the ‘man out of time’ himself, but it had been anything but. Tony wasn’t even upset about the fact that his body had basically betrayed him and gone slack under Steve’s onslaught. By the time Cap pulls away, they’re both panting slightly and that pretty blue is nearly consumed by black. Oh yeah, he needs to go now before he just says, ‘fuck it’ and drops to his knees right here.
“Rain check. Yup.” Tony repeats stupidly, earning a chuckle from Steve and a peck, this one much closer to the one he’d been expecting.
As they break away and Steve opens his door to let Tony leave, the blonde levels him with a sultry look Tony didn’t even know Steve was capable of. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Well lucky for Steve, Tony wasn’t a patient man.