Contrary to popular belief, I know exactly what I'm doing...
“Well you know what? You can shove your justice right up your perky little –“
Tony never got to finish his sentence, he was slammed full force into the wall. Surprise caused him to lose his balance and suddenly Steve was the only thing holding him off the ground, Steve was glaring at him, blue eyes hard like chips of flint. But there was something else too, Tony held his gaze trying to figure it out.
And then Steve’s lips were on his, shock registered briefly before the more primal part of Tony’s brain locked it away swiftly, he felt blood rush to his cheeks and the thought of the current insanity ran through his mind like Rogers on track day. And then his whole body just softened and Steve reacted to it, flattening himself against Tony, Tony felt himself kissing Steve back and the thoughts in his mind all seemed to cry in unison ‘fuck it’. Instinct, lust and greed consumed Tony as Steve’s hands pinned his wrists to the wall behind him. It was like struggling against concrete but Tony still tried, he refused to make this that easy on Steve no matter how much want blinded him. When had it turned to want?
He tried to think back through the fuzzy haze that was his mind currently. Sure, Steve in his tight sparkly outfit that showed of the contours of his body was attractive, and Tony liked attractive things, but his good Christian boy attitude and justice obsession was such a turn off. God he fucking hated it, his stupid attitude and his ridiculous shield and he practically had eagle wings sprouting out of his back.
And then he was moving, moving against Steve’s strength, pushing him back, pulling his wrists from his grip as their lips mashed together and he shoved Steve into the coffee table, the only reason his bulk didn’t smash it was because Tony had had Thor around for parties enough times to think twice about furniture, things hit the floor, probably smashed, who cared? Steve sat down with an astonished look as Tony loomed over him. Part of Tony was screaming at him. What the fuck are you doing? This prick ruins everything! Part of him was on a rant about spangly things and disappearing acts and part of him was thinking about ripping off his stupid costume, didn’t he own any fucking normal clothes?!
Steve looped his fingers through the belt loops of Tony’s neatly pressed suit trousers and yanked him closer, Tony was quite sure he heard material rip and winced internally before remembering he was a billionaire. He did that sometimes. Now he was in-between Steve’s legs and the literal picture of American innocence was looking up at him with fuck me eyes. Who knew Steve could look like that. Tony couldn’t say that though.
“You look like a slapped ass Rogers.’
“You look like a tomato but I’m not complaining…” He narrowed his eyes haughtily.
“Son of a-“
”Langua-“ Tony dropped onto him, cutting off his ridiculous catch phrase with his lips and Steve fell back onto the table. It can’t have made for comfortable leaning but Tony didn’t exactly care. Steve hadn’t exactly made the last, however fucking long he honestly had not been counting at all, not once, nope, no clue how long…
Now Tony’s hands were roaming up and down that ridiculous suit, thank god he didn’t have his mask on; Tony would have destroyed it then and there, who wore that suit like that, why? Just, casual clothing, how long had it been? Did he really have to dress like that now? He did it on purpose Tony was sure.
Steve’s fingers were still on his belt loops but he moved them off and splayed his hands across Tony’s hipbones clumsily and Tony had to wonder when was the last time, if ever… (probably man or woman a small voice charmed, though there had been James Barnes…). Tony dashed the thought away, that was one road probably best left un-travelled.
I am so going to ruin you. Tony though and a smarmy smile pushed its way onto his face as he took more control of the kiss, he took one hand up the muscles of Steve’s spine and grabbed his short hair, well, long for Steve actually, a lot had changed but who was thinking about this shit right now? Instead he was tilting Steve’s face upwards and deepening it, Steve gasped and gave Tony entrance to explore his mouth with his tongue. His perfect fucking mouth and perfect fucking teeth that should be on a toothpaste advert. He wanted to punch him, or… both, maybe both.
God what an aggravating man!
Steve pressed his hips up to him, feeling Tony’s body tense from his thoughts and Tony felt the anger start to bubble over, he tugged on Steve’s hair again and Steve responded by grabbing him in the ribs and pushing him off of him sideways. Tony staggered back and down a step to where he landed with a thump on the sofa. This was more like it. The last time Steve had gotten rough there had been consequences beyond his control, not this time.
Steve got up, gracefully as fucking ever, and strode over to him with all the pretentious purpose of an action hero in a film, which he practically was. (God knows Stark Enterprises merchandising unit had wanted it to happen). He stood over Tony, silent, lips bruised but pursed, eyes roaming Tony’s body. He suddenly felt very naked, which was odd, because he’d turned up to many things but forgotten his clothes and not batted an eye. It was the hungry look in his eyes, it was driving Tony mad.
“Finally stepping up there Cap.” He sniped. “Are yah ready to stand for attention for me?” He eyed Steve’s suit that was definitely not hiding the arousal.
“You’re already halfway there Iron Man, are you as hard as people think?”
Damn Steve. Sass looks fucking good on you. It’s been too long.
“You’d better believe I’m harder, what about you super soldier, did they super size all of you or leave that part out?”
“Afraid you can’t take it Stark?” Steve raised his eyebrows, it made Tony clench his fists into the soft material of the couch.
“Afraid you can’t keep up more like, old man, need some help revving up?”
“Oh I’m revved up Stark; it’s you who seems to be struggling.”
“You’d be wrong about that, that’s where you and I differ you see Boy Scout.” Tony replied sarcastically with a mock salute.
“Don’t I know it…” Steve muttered and his eyes softened slightly. Tony took his chance and leaned up and grabbed that ass he had been itching to grab since day one.
Steve toppled forwards with a yelp as Tony darted to the side so Steve fell against the back of the sofa, so yet again Tony could put himself on top.
“This ain’t my first rodeo.” Tony took in the sight under him, holding himself up on his hands so he could look directly into Steve’s eyes, but that was boring. There was too much in them.
“And you’re all cowboy huh?” Steve sneered.
“Are you ready to be broken?” Tony purred.
“Good luck with that Stark.”
“You talk a good game Captain, but can you back it up?”
“So do you, but I’ve never seen you in action, though I’m sure some of the other Avengers have.” Steve nearly spat.
“Ooh you almost sound jealous.” Tony gave him a hurt look.
Steve propped himself up onto his elbows and stared hard at Tony.
“Jealous? Of your arrogant, obsessive, compulsive, whimsical, conceited idiotic self getting their kicks someplace when you know you’re desperate for it elsewhere?” Steve grit his teeth, he was obviously trying to keep his voice steady, Tony narrowed his eyes devilishly. So many buttons, which to press first?
Woah Steve, you have been away. “I know that you’re talking but literally every time you open your mouth all that comes out is the national anthem.”
“Oh here comes the routine, you just can’t stand to have something you want can you, you have to wise crack the whole way.”
Nope, not doing it. Tony took a hand and slammed his shoulder down so he dropped back onto the couch. “Shut up and kiss me Rogers you pompous idiot.” Steve was already reaching up with his neck, Tony leant down and again their lips crashed together likes waves at the shore, the kiss washing over them, Tony shivered and pressed himself closer to Steve. Fucking asshole. Why did he taste so fucking good?