Round One: Anger Management

Tony pressed himself into Steve and Steve inhaled sharply as he felt Tony’s erection against his stomach, Tony took the opportunity to grind into him and catch his bottom lip in between his teeth as he kissed him, biting down until Steve hissed with pain and Tony let go, getting a satisfied look at the bruised lip before Steve snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him back so their lips were together once again. Tony could feel the heat rising off of Steve’s body and it only fuelled him more, Steve seemed to run hotter than the average person (pun not intended, well, okay yeah) and it was driving Tony mad.

Steve brought his hands up to the neck of Tony’s shirt and ripped it open, buttons flying across the penthouse like bullets as the blue of his arc reactor flooded the room. “Christ Steve that was a nice shirt.” Tony laughed into Steve’s mouth, his words becoming a moan as Steve’s warm hands began running over his chest, exploring Tony’s body, circling the reactor curiously, intriguingly. He reached Tony’s ribs and Tony broke the kiss. “Tickles.” He breathed.

Steve ran one hand back up to Tony’s chin and brought Tony’s mouth back to his, Tony reached his hands up in turn and fumbled at Steve’s suit.

“How the fuck do you get this shit off Rogers? I’ve seen you take it off a million times and I am still in the dark here.”

It was Steve’s turn to laugh and he let go of Tony, who propped himself up above Steve once more, he reached behind his head, did some magic and started to pull the suit down, but he was too slow for Tony, Tony grabbed it and yanked it down his torso, revealing the Adonis beneath the suit. “God you’re ripped it’s actually ridiculous like seriously. Every damn time I look at you. You’re a walking Calvin Kline advert.”

“Do you ever stop talking?” Those blue eyes captured Tony’s gaze, whose eyes kept flicking back down to Steve’s smooth, chiselled chest.

“No, is that a problem Captain?” Tony challenged Steve with his eyes, and sat up, pressing his hips into Steve’s, throwing his head back at the growing hardness pushing into him. He sat back on himself and pushed back, causing a moan to escape Steve as he pulled the shirt off and tossed it to the floor. “I may not be a super soldier but I’ll be damned if I’ll be intimidated by you old man.”

Steve grabbed Tony’s waist and ground his hips up into Tony. “You don’t need to be Stark,” He ran his fingers up Tony’s sides, ignoring the squirming man above him as he did, “you look damn good.”

“You bet your ass I do, I have to work fucking hard to keep up you the rest of you you know, I swear Thor was born with fucking pecs.” He scowled but it only made Steve chuckle, his body vibrating underneath Tony. “So do I just pull this shit off like a leotard or do I have some more bells and whistles to fail at undoing?” He crinkled his nose at Steve, who obliged by taking his hands off Tony and unclipping the belt harness what the fuck ever it was.

“That’s more like it.” Tony lifted himself off Steve using his knees and grabbed the suit once more, this time working it painstakingly slowly down the broader man’s hips, making sure to drag his fingernails down the sensitive skin of Steve’s waist. “There’s that perfect V. You know Rogers I’m slightly put out, I mean practically the entire world has seen me naked, I’ve seen Thor naked because the dude has an aversion to pants, I’ve seen Clint because that man has no shame, I’ve seen Banner because we’re science bros and that fucking Scott Lang will just change right in front of securing cameras and bare his ass to them. And I honestly have no idea if Vision even has anything down there but you, you’re a fucking prude and you have made me wait a long time for this.” He took his tongue between his teeth and pulled the suit over Roger’s perky fucking muscly butt and was honestly surprised Steve had space in that skin tight outfit for a pair of boxers. “Damn I almost expected tighty whiteys.” He pouted.

Steve just watched him rant with an amused look on his face, not even attempting to move his body to let Tony pull his suit off easier.

“Fuck it.” Tony put his hands either side of Steve’s gregarious crotch and pushed himself off the other man causing Steve to yell ‘hey!’. He grabbed the rumpled suit, let Steve kick off his ridiculous boots and pulled the rest of it off him unceremoniously. “No wonder you don’t seem to get laid it’s like your own personal fucking chastity belt just more poncey.” He tossed the suit on top of his shirt and took in the sight before him.

Large, slender feet travelling up to long, corded legs that seem to stretch on for miles, large, muscled calves and thighs, smooth as a newborn babe, a tight, packed ass and something that most certainly was rather large bulging under the tight black boxers.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Steve, Levi’s? Really. Does Fury not pay you enough; does he exploit your kind nature? I’m buying you underwear for Christmas; Captain America should be wearing Versace.”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“Of course you don’t you have all the fashion sense of a little league dad.”

Steve closed his mouth and Tony took the silence to continue his critical analysis of Steve Rogers’ body. His eyes worked their way hungrily over the v that dipped below the atrocious boxers, and across the perfect washboard stomach, up to the bulging, hairless pectoral muscles. That caused him to ponder if all of Steve was hairless, he’d soon find out. His eyes continued to rove up Steve’s solid shoulders and perfectly outlined collarbones, up the soft skin of his neck and onto the slightly (for once) stubbled jaw, the swollen lips, the straight, perfect nose and onto those ravenous blue eyes that were staring right back at him.

“So, do I get to see what is under the suit then Iron Man? Properly, not just passing in the showers or when you’re at a party abusing alcohol.”

Tony smirked, then with a devilish grin he drew his hands down to his pressed dress pants, tailored to be tight enough to his body to get you interested but still leave a little to the imagination. He kicked off his shoes and then undid his belt with deliberate slowness, pulling it off and dropping it at his feet.

“A strip tease from Tony Stark, don’t I feel special.”

“Don’t, I give these babies out for free.” Tony raised one eyebrow mockingly as he popped the top button and unzippered his fly.

He pushed the pants down slowly, a grin spreading across his face as he revealed Iron Man briefs in stark contrast to his Gucci suit. Steve barked a laugh and leaned over onto one arm.

“Why am I not surprised at all.” He drew in a good humoured breath and continued to laugh.

“You’re just jealous because no one wears Captain America underwear.”

“Sam does, and Scott.” He burst out laughing at Tony’s expression.

“I have no doubt Lang has an entire Avengers wardrobe set so that isn’t really points in your favour.” Tony sniffed contemptuously. “As for Falcon your bromance is adorable.”

“Jealous Stark?”

“Why? Should I be, am I getting his sloppy seconds or something.” Tony raised his eyebrows and shrugged.

Steve sat up. “God you’re such an asshole Tony, and for the record, no, Sam and I, we haven’t and wouldn’t, it’s not like that.”

“You said a bad word!” Tony cried and dropped his pants and kicked them off. “Christ Steve can you drop the pompous attitude for one minute.” He stepped up to Steve and loomed over him, enjoying being taller than him for once. Steve sat back and looked up at Tony once again with those fuck me eyes and even had the audacity to bite his goddamn lip. “So what is your deal Rogers? Men, women, both, have you had the hots for me for a while or is this a new thing for you?”

Steve threw his head back and groaned and Tony seized the opportunity to climb back onto him, he sat up, straddling Steve’s waist once more.

“Come on Stevey baby, what gets you hot under the all American collar huh?” He traced one finger down Steve’s hip bones and Steve let out a sharp breath. “You know you want to tell me.”

Steve brought his head back up and looked at Tony with those piercing baby blues. He opened his mouth to speak, then swallowed and let out the breath he’d been holding. “I don’t really know I guess.”

“I know you and Barnes have something Steve, don’t deny it.”

Steve stiffened under him as if he’d just received an electric shock.

“Drop it Tony.”

“I don’t think I will.” He slipped a thumb under the waistband of the boxers and ran it down the sharp hip bone.

“You won’t like it.”

“I don’t care, you’re underneath me right now, no one else and I want to know why?”

Steve let out a long sigh and relaxed his body under Tony’s. “At first there was only Bucky, I tried it with women I really did but it felt so forced, just doing my duty, Buck got all the girls and they just looked at me with pitiful eyes. Bucky was the only one who looked at me and saw me. But I always felt that I didn’t deserve him and he’d eventually get bored of me. I always felt I had to prove myself in every sphere. And then Peggy came along, and she was perfect and she saw me. I’ll love her till the day I die Tony. I had that taken from me and though I tried with Sharon and Nat-“

“Wait Nat?! You and Widow? But, her and Banner had this whole beauty and the beast thing going on.” Tony stared at Steve anew, temporarily forgetting the hard bulge pressing into him and the almost naked man beneath him.

“She sort of gave up, and we dated briefly before, back when Hydra operated SHIELD and we were forced to spend a lot of time on the run together. But it never seems to last. We get together and then the world attempts to end… Don’t look so surprised Stark we weren’t exactly hiding it.”

“You weren’t announcing it either.”

Steve ignored him. “As for Bucky, whatever we had is gone thanks to Hydra. You’re right Stark, there is more than just a friendship or brotherhood there. Bucky is my everything.” He closed his eyes, waiting for Tony to lose it.

Tony took his free hand and ran it through his messy hair. “So how long have you had the hots for me then? I’m not expecting undying declarations here Steve my man, I’ve been in love and this isn’t it. I’m just curious as to what goes on in America’s golden boy’s head.”

Steve opened his eyes tentatively. “I have to say I acted purely on instinct here Tony. You’re a good looking guy but I can’t figure out if I want to hate you or want to sleep with you.”

“I get that a lot.” Tony wrinkled his nose and grinned.

“Before the accords happened, we were like family, and me and you, there was definitely something else there, maybe a little more dormant on my side, I guess I’m just not a very dominant person in that area and you had Pepper and, well, you know.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tony shrugged and brought his other hand down to Steve’s chest. “I’m much less complicated. If I think you’re hot, I’ll fuck you, I could not give a rat’s ass about man, woman, super soldier, whatever the fuck people like Thor are yadda yadda. I like pretty things and you are a very pretty thing Steve. I’ve thought that from the beginning but you’re also aggravating as hell, pompous, self righteous and a total douche bag at times, that can be quite the turn off. But it wasn’t until the accords that I realised just how much I need you Steve. And I do, need you. Even if right now I want to beat the snot out of you, I need you and I want you.” He ran his hands up Steve’s chest and trailed his fingers around the other man’s nipples. “You are one hot piece of ass Rogers. Even if you are an asshole.”

This surprised a laugh out of Steve and Tony bent down, capturing his mouth before he could stop laughing. Steve took in a breath from the side of his mouth and kissed Tony back, he ran a hand up Tony’s shoulders and down his back to his boxers, he slipped a hand underneath the elastic to cup Tony’s buttocks, squeezing hard enough to elicit a groan from Tony. He broke the kiss to look into Steve’s eyes quickly, then dipped his head to Steve’s cheek, brushing his lips across Steve’s ear.

“No more talking, fuck the fighting, fuck Barnes, fuck SHIELD, I am going to ruin you Rogers, I hope that serum gave you super stamina in bed because I intend to see you unable to walk straight.” He purred, accentuating his words with thrusts of his hips that had the other man gasping into his hair.

“Oh jesus Tony.”

“You are awful at talking dirty.” He chuckled.

“You said no more talking, now hurry up and make good on all those promises you just whispered into my ear.” He breathed, licking his lips and grabbing at Tony’s ear with his teeth.