Water Droplets

If Steve had said he wasn’t disappointed, well, he would be lying. 

It wasn’t that he hadn’t, even slightly, sighed in relief Tony had no recollection of the previous night, or what they did, but he still felt a certain twing in his chest at Tony’s confused look. 

“Why? What did I say?” Tony paused, his coffee mug, Stark scrawled upon the outside in print, inches from his lips. The same blushed lips, slightly cracked now from just waking up, Steve couldn’t stop thinking about last night as his bed seemed to get colder and colder. 

“You know I can’t be held accountable for my actions, Cap,” Tony threw over a shoulder. The same shoulder Steve had so delicately washed and dried, strong and muscled and perfect-

“Nothin’, ain’t say anything,” Steve said softly. His eyes reverted to his plate, filled with some exotic foreign food Tony always had stocked in his fridge somewhere. Only he ate them, since no one else did, and he sure hated leaving food to waste. Although, he was beginning to think he wasn’t very hungry anymore. 

Tomy was silent for a few seconds. He turned and leaned against the smooth wooden counter, crossing his foot slightly over the other. Steve looked up briefly at the noise, and landed upon the tight space in Tony’s crotch the crossing had created in his jeans. Steve’s neck flared.

He wondered if Tony was still wearing the black underwear from last night. 

Steve quickly put his eyes down to the plate, waiting for Tony to make a remark. There was no way he hadn’t seen that, and if he hadn’t, it would be about his red neck. 

It didn’t come. 

“I missed your accent.” 

Steve looked up at Tony, confused. “What?” 

“Your accent,” Tony joked, taking a long sip from his, presumably very hot, coffee. “You know, the whole Brooklyn thing.” 

“Oh.” 

If he was honest, Steve felt like an idiot. It seemed ever since he had woken up, alone, in his bed this morning with the sun shining through the window, casting a shadow on the empty side of the bed, that he’d been a different person. It had taken him longer than usual to make it to the kitchen, so much so Tony had beaten him, almost as if the thought of embracing that last night was over wasn’t something he wanted to do. 

Steve wasn’t sure what he wanted. It seemed a blessing Tony didn’t remember what the pair had done last night, between the oddly sensual cuddling and Tony getting hard from his touch. But Steve’s chest hadn’t untightened since he’d laid his eyes on Tony, making the first cup of his routine morning coffee.

“It was-“ Tony cut himself off mid-sentence, rethinking his statement. “It was funny.” 

“Thanks, I guess,” Steve rolled his eyes. His legs were aching to escape the situation, and to head towards the door so he could go for a long, hard run to sweat this off. He was a modest man, and this was a small bump in the road, nothing he couldn’t get over. 

And he should get over it, because this is a good thing. If Tony had remembered, it would’ve jeopardized their friendship, made things difficult. It was best Steve forget about it too, to protect his sanity, and the team. 

Steve eruptly stood, knocking his spoon slightly, making Tony jump. He had been silent as Steve thought, which was unusual. 

“Going for a run,” Steve muttered, thankful his exercise clothes had been closest to the bed when he woke up.  More confident, he added, “don’t destroy this place, please.” 

“Cap,” Tony crossed his arms, careful to not knock his mug. “You don’t give me enough credit, I’m amazing at keeping things calm,” he argued. 

Steve scrunched his nose. 

Maybe getting over last night would be easier than he had thought. 

/////

The streets were a blur around him, the people were faceless, his feet were pounding on the pavement, and all Steve could think about was Tony. 

Usually when he ran, his mind reeled with plans: team plans, meal plans, day plans, some kind of plan or logical thought process. 

Now, though, all Steve could see as he passed another building was Tony’s face etched into his memory. 

It was him last night, sitting calmly in the bath, eyes closed, lips slightly ajar as Steve lathered his fingers through Tony’s thick hair, massaging his soft skin. A groan escaped Tony’s lips, and his glistening chest heaved from sweat and water, the slight glow of his arc reactor casting a light upon Steve’s face, that was inches away from Tony’s hair, smelling strongly of wonderful Irish springs and ash and metal from his shop.  His skin was hot in the cool bath water, heated against Steve’s arms and hands that rested on his body. 

Steve opened his eyes again, breathing heavily. His chest was pounding, his ears thumping. He was leaning against a tree, on the edge of a street somewhere slightly outside of New York. He had ran so fast without realizing he had reached the edge of the city. 

Steve closed his eyes and rested his head on the bark of the tree, focusing on his breath. 

He was glad no one was around to see how tight his pants were. 

/////

When Steve got back to the tower, roughly five hours later, his body was slick with sweat, dripping down his back. His face was burning, heat radiating off his pores. He hadn’t ran that hard in a long time, and although he knew it would wear off very soon, it felt good. 

The building was quiet, no one seemed to be around. It didn’t surprise Steve: it was Saturday, which meant everyone was off doing their own thing. 

Steve made his way to the elevator, excited to take a shower and wash off the thick layer of sweat accumulated on his body, and maybe do some work to forget about Tony. 

His mind still flashed Tony often, his eyes peering at Steve slightly and his mouth separated just enough for the tip of his tongue to swipe his bottom lip, but he could think of other things now, kind of. 

Which was good, because he needed to forget about Tony, and last night. For the team, for their friendship. 

Jarvis indicated Steve had made it to his floor, and he stepped off, stretching his shoulder. 

A hard body collided with his, sending the other sprawling to the floor. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry-“ 

Tony. 

He was laughing, lying on the floor. He was wearing the same outfit as before he had left, but his hair was kept, slightly, now and his shirt had rode up during his fall.  

His taunt stomach, just as Steve vividly remembered it from underneath his fingers that held the thin washcloth, was staring back at him. The muscles rippled as Tony laughed, causing Steve’s own stomach to settle uncomfortably.

”Help me up, yeah?” Tony asked, huffing. 

Steve reached down quickly, grabbing Tony’s, warm, hand and pulling him up to his feet. Tony adjusted his shirt, hiding his stomach, and flipped his hair away from his eyes. It was getting longer again. 

“Thanks, Cap,” Tony smiled, his crooked grin Steve had, very quickly, just learned to appreciate. 

“What are you doing on my floor?” Steve asked, suddenly concerned what hijinks Tony was playing with. He’d been the subject of a few, admittingly good, but annoying, pranks through the years. 

“Nothin’,” Tony said casually, much too casually. “Might wanna check your room, though.” 

Steve was practically jogging to his room before Tony could finish his sentence, bracing himself for some kind of explosion. 

Steve made it quick, and burst through his door, tightening his muscles for the sudden hit or blast, or a loud sound. 

When nothing happened, Steve opened his eyes. 

His stomach dropped to his feet, and his mouth, embarrassingly, let out a small squeak. 

“You really don’t have enough faith in me, Rogers,” Tony drawled behind him. 

Above his bed hung a string of lights, white in colour, that shone a castly shine over his room. His bed itself was stripped of his usual blankets, and was instead laid with white stain sheets and a large, red blanket that draped over the sides. Soft, plush pillows made a mountain against the edges of the corners, ready for use. 

Steve quickly realized it was Tony’s bedroom design, minus the lights. 

“I know how empty your bed felt last night, so I thought I might as well bring my bed to you,” Tony murmured. His breath was close, hitting the back of Steve’s neck. 

Steve’s throat tightened, unable to speak words. 

“You really think I could forget last night? Even drunk?” Tony whispered, laughing. “Not even an ungodly amount of alcohol could make me forget how good those fingers felt.” 

Steve shifted, suddenly aware how close Tony really was. His body was just slightly pressed against his, the heat radiating off him. 

Tony’s lips met Steve’s nape, and Steve just about melted to the floor. They were smooth, but harsh, trailing up to Steve’s jaw slowly. Steve tipped his head, leaning back slightly. As his lips met his earlobe, nibbling softly, Tony whispered. 

“You want this, Captain?” 

Steve’s breath quickened. His heart was pounding in his chest, aching for Tony to touch him anywhere. 

“God, yes,” Steve gasped, quickly turning around and slamming Tony to the wall behind them. Their lips found each other, kissing with an intense need that had suddenly risen between them. 

Steve’s vision blurred as Tony touched him everywhere, his hands roaming his chest, squeezing his ass, gently kneading the bulge in his pants. Steve whispered into Tony’s ear, begging for more, needing to be touched by Tony’s heated, ample hands that were working him so perfectly. 

Tony’s mouth was hot and sweet shading Steve, trailing quick kisses as he pulled the elastic of his waistband down and gave him what he needed. Steve pulled tufts of Tony’s hair, the familiar feeling sending waves through him as Tony’s lips stretched around Steve and his head ducked to envelop him further. 

Tony’s mouth was hot against him, a heat Steve didn’t know he needed so bad until now. Steadily, he gripped Tony’s hair and thrust his hips, savouring the feeling of Tony’s tongue gliding across him. His teeth scraped the skin slightly, Steve’s hips arching in response as they moved quicker. 

Steve moaned and whimpered, moving his hips slightly to match the quick speed of Tony’s mouth, the heat making Steve’s stomach tight. 

Tony hummed as Steve lost himself, closing his eyes and throwing his head as he let out a groan as pleasure tingled up his legs and hit his stomach with a blast. His mouth was escaping small sounds as Tony’s mouth finished him and left him, Tony giving a gentle kiss to the tip. 

Steve melted to his knees, knocking Tony to his back. He wasted no time, feeling Tony hard and aching against his palm. 

Tony let out a breath as Steve’s hand embraced him, moving slowly and steadily to form a rhythm. Tony arched his back, begging Steve to use his mouth. Steve licked his lips, swollen from Tony’s lips against his, and bent his head to meet the tip. 

Encasing his mouth around it, he swirled his tongue, tasting Tony. His free hand roamed Tony’s chest, feeling the body he’d grown so familiar with in one night. He slowly took more of Tony, steadying his throat as Tony bucked his hips in eagerness. 

Tony let out a groan as Steve took all of him and started moving his lips, twisting his head and slowly massaging his hand underneath his mouth to give Tony as much as he could. 

Steve’s eyes were closed, his ears focused on Tony’s heavy breaths and quiet groans, feeling his hands running through his blonde hair, that must’ve been slick with sweat. 

They were both hot and flushed as the heat of the room increased, their bodies intertwined. The room spun as Tony cried out and held Steve’s head, tightening his stomach as he followed Steve, his head hitting against the floor as his back lifted. 

Steve trailed his tongue along Tony, then left him. He crawled slightly, reaching up and resting his head on Tony’s chest, letting his body flop, exhausted. 

The pair laid for a while, silently, just breathing and feeling each other’s heat. 

“Didn’t even make it to the bed,” Tony joked, his voice husky. 

Steve laughed, savouring the sound of Tony’s after-sex tone. 

“Next time?” 

Tony breathed in sharply. 

Steve looked up at him, a lazy smile etching his face. Tony grinned back, his hand running through Steve’s messy, tufted hair. 

“Definitely.” 

Steve grinned and laid his head back down, and laughed again. 

“What?” Tony asked, obviously amused. 

Steve patted Tony’s chest, and looked at the black underwear slightly covering Tony. 

“Nothin’.”