Chapter 2
Tony looked over at his boyfriend as he paced the whole length of the plane and back again for the millionth time.
"Babe, keep that up and we'll have to switch planes because you'll have worn out the carpet," Tony joked, grabbing his shirt to stop him moving away from him, "Come sit next to me and chill out."
"They're late," Steve said with a sigh as he sat next to Tony. Tony lifted the arm rest between them so he could rest his legs on Steve's lap, "It was their idea and they're late and..."
"And it's not like we have to make any bookings before a certain time, I own the place Stevie-baby, it's also my plane and it'll go whenever I say it should go... Well, as long as there a flight path," Steve opened his mouth to say something but Tony beat him to it, "And there will be, the pilot said there's like one every hour or something."
"I just want to go and get everything sorted so we can enjoy this time," Steve started massaging Tony's lower leg, his fingers feeling amazing over the skin not covered by his shorts, "I know how hard this year has been on you... On both of us and you were right when you said we needed this."
"They'll be here," Tony promised, "And if they don't then we can still go." Steve turned his head and smiled at him.
"What would I do without you?"
"You'd be stuck at work with Craig and not on a plane waiting to go to the Bahamas?" Steve laughed and leaned over to kiss Tony, Tony shuffled over so he was sat in his lap; their lips still attached and Tony was thankful their friends were running late so he could have this alone time with Steve.
"God, I've missed this," Steve said, hands moving to hold Tony's ass as he kissed softly at his jaw, "Missed you."
"I've missed you too but I'm here now," Tony held onto his boyfriends hair, "It's just me and you with no work or anything else to get in our ways."
"Except our crazy friends." Tony laughed.
"I don't even care, they can walk around us because if I want to kiss you then I will," He said, "Bucky and Clint have already seen pretty much everything since they walked in on us after we first moved in together." Steve laughed against his throat, it sounded beautiful.
"I was so worried they'd never look us in the eye again."
"Hey, it's their fault, they let themselves into our place and didn't bother to let us know," Tony said, "Not our fault we decided to christen our new couch by screwing on it."
"It was funny though." Steve said.
"Oh definitely, I wouldn't deny that, if it wasn't incredibly awkward afterwards I'd do it all over again just to see their faces." Tony gripped Steve's hair tighter when his boyfriend licked up his throat.
"Fancy recreating it tonight, just minus Bucky and Clint?" the soft chuckle on his pulse point drew a shaky moan from Tony.
"Oh definitely, yes, there is a lovely corner seat in our room with multiple cushions and I think we should try each one out." Steve bit down on the sensitive skin before kissing away the sting.
"I like the way you think." before Tony could reply they heard the familiar voice of their friends.
"We're coming in, please be decent!" Clint shouted, walking towards the couple, sunglasses still on and the rest of their friends following him in.
"Almost caught us again Clint, if you wanted to join all you have to do is ask." Tony said, laughing when Bucky shouted '/not again!/' and Clint shivered.
"I think I'll pass on that," Clint flung himself into a seat opposite them and Tony returned to his original seat, leaning into Steve, "I doubt blondie will enjoy me being present."
"I don't think I would be happy if you started joining them in their sexual habits either, Barton," Natasha said, sitting beside her boyfriend; Sam, Bucky and Thor sat in the four seater next to them, "Also, take your glasses off, you're inside the plane so you look like an idiot."
"Ah yes, but I am an idiot," Clint waggled his eyebrows at her, "And you love me for it."
"Keep telling yourself that." She muttered, turning her face away but Tony could see the small smile on her lips.
The flight crew joined them a few moments after, going through the safety guides and telling them what to do in an emergency; despite Tony not really needing the information having travelled almost everywhere, Tony knew Steve hasn't ever left America and he'd feel better having gone through everything in the safety manual.
Steve held his hand tightly as they took off and when they locked eyes Tony felt all his troubles melt away, being left back on the runway as the laughter and chatter from his friends filled the plane and the love in Steve's eyes washed over him. For the first time in the past year he felt truly happy and free and he could feel himself already begin to relax.