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FIC: All That Talk: Initial Dialogue 1/4 (Avengers)
Title: Initial Dialogue
Author: alexcat
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Type: FPS
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: PWP
Character(s): Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Archive: ao3, oeam, Alex's Story Book
Summary: Certainly not all talking and no doing for Tony and Steve.
"For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh." - Chuck Palahniuk
Tony was walking through crew quarters wing of Avenger headquarters. He was actually going to talk to Rogers about something. He started to knock on Steve’s door when he noticed it was ajar. He quietly opened and was completely flabbergasted at what he saw.
Steve’s back was to him. He sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a white wife-beater undershirt and as best Tony could tell, nothing else. Tony watched in fascination as his right arm moved. He could only be doing one thing.
Jerking off.
Stark hadn’t even been positive that Rogers was even real, let alone a man who did what every other man on earth did.
The floors were carpeted so it was easy to slip further into the room without being noticed. Steve was pretty intent on what he was doing.
Tony finally got far enough into the room that he could see specifically what Steve was doing. Steve didn’t see him because his eyes were closed.
“Would like some help with that?” Tony finally asked.
Steve almost jumped off the bed.
“Stark!” He grabbed the bedsheet and attempted to cover himself.
Tony moved closer, to stand right in front of him. He moved closer still, close enough to touch Steve. He reached for the sheet and pulled it away. Rogers’ erection had wilted a little but not completely. Stark dropped to the knees of his very expensive pants and reached out, taking Steve into his hand and smiling when he felt him harden in his hand.
Steve looked petrified.
“He likes it, even if you don’t,” Stark commented.
“Unh,” was actually Steve’s reply. Tony looked up into his eyes. Shit, but he was hot like this! Those eyes were darker than usual, not quite focused. When Steve started to close them, Tony said “No. I want to see your eyes. I want you to see me.”
Then Stark did something he had never done before and certainly Steve had never had it done to him by a man before.
He leaned closer and licked Steve, lapping at the silky skin of the head first then running his tongue down the heavy vein along the bottom of the shaft. He could feel Steve tremble at his actions. He wrapped his hand around Steve and slid his hand all the way down to the base of his penis. He took as much of it as he could inside his mouth, both sucking and licking at the same time. A very talented young woman had taught him how that felt. He was sure Steve would like it as much as he had.
“God, Stark!”
Tony looked up into his eyes again. And shrugged his shoulders before continuing. Steve moved, arching his hips forward, pushing into Tony’s hand and mouth. Tony kept doing what he was doing. He felt Steve’s muscles go tight, knew he was close.
“I’m coming,” Steve growled through clenched teeth.
He did. Tony almost panicked for second but then decided to swallow. And he did, all of it. When Steve was done, Tony licked him one last time and stood, a little shakily.
Steve stared at his expensive pants and the hard-on quite obvious inside them.
“You don’t – uh, I can take care of that,” Tony said, actually at a loss for words.
Steve unbuckled Tony’s belt, unfastened and unzipped him. Tony gave him a little help and his trousers dropped to the floor. He stepped out them and kicked them to the side.
“I have no idea -” Steve started to say as he looked at Tony’s eager member.
“Neither did I, but I’ve had more than a few blow jobs. I did what I liked done to me.”
“I can do that.” Steve dropped off the side of the bed and got on his knees in front of Tony. “Take off the shirt,” he told Stark. Tony did. Steve jerked his undershirt off and tossed it away.
“Are you stalling? Hey, look, if you don’t want to -”
Steve didn’t answer him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Tony’s belly, catching the tip in his mouth then actually taking the whole length as deep as he could into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Tony blurted out.
Tony pulled back and pushed deep into Steve’s mouth again. The thing he was doing with his tongue was – Tony wasn’t able to form a complete thought as the tip of Steve’s tongue slithered against him in a torturous dance. Everything was so tight and warm and wet… so good.
When he came, he feared that his knees were going to buckle. They didn’t. Steve didn’t stop until he was completely spent, drawing every drop from him before pulling back from him and letting go.
Tony wondered for a second what the hell they were going to do? Did he just dress and leave? Did he thank him? Put a hundred bucks on the table?
Steve actually solved it when he took Tony’s hand and led him to the bed. They both lay down, though Tony was at a loss for something to say. He opened his mouth once then thought better of it. The second time, words came out.
“So what if we decide to have a dialogue about this at some point?”
Steve looked at him. “This? What this?”
“Oh, I think there is a this here.”
“Then let’s have that dialogue now.”
Tony wasn’t even sure what he was saying, much less Steve. “You go first,” was what he finally came up with.
Steve moved onto his side and put his hand under his head. He looked at Tony, up and down. This, of course, made Tony squirmy. “I think I’d like to kiss you.”
Tony started to reply but anything he was going to say was stopped when Steve kissed him, simply touching his lips to Tony’s at first, then he put one hand on Tony’s face and kissed him a little deeper and a little longer. After the kiss became even longer and much more passionate, Tony groaned and put his hand up to touch Steve’s shoulder.
After several minutes of making out like teenagers, they stopped and looked at one another. Steve finally said, “Whatever this is, I like it.”
Tony pushed him onto his back and kissed him again, his hands exploring a little while they were kissing. “I agree. I think we should do some more research on the subject.”
Author: alexcat
Fandom: Avengers (MCU)
Type: FPS
Rating: Nc-17
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from the use of these characters.
Warnings: PWP
Character(s): Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Archive: ao3, oeam, Alex's Story Book
Summary: Certainly not all talking and no doing for Tony and Steve.
"For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose ... watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh." - Chuck Palahniuk
Tony was walking through crew quarters wing of Avenger headquarters. He was actually going to talk to Rogers about something. He started to knock on Steve’s door when he noticed it was ajar. He quietly opened and was completely flabbergasted at what he saw.
Steve’s back was to him. He sat on the edge of his bed, wearing a white wife-beater undershirt and as best Tony could tell, nothing else. Tony watched in fascination as his right arm moved. He could only be doing one thing.
Jerking off.
Stark hadn’t even been positive that Rogers was even real, let alone a man who did what every other man on earth did.
The floors were carpeted so it was easy to slip further into the room without being noticed. Steve was pretty intent on what he was doing.
Tony finally got far enough into the room that he could see specifically what Steve was doing. Steve didn’t see him because his eyes were closed.
“Would like some help with that?” Tony finally asked.
Steve almost jumped off the bed.
“Stark!” He grabbed the bedsheet and attempted to cover himself.
Tony moved closer, to stand right in front of him. He moved closer still, close enough to touch Steve. He reached for the sheet and pulled it away. Rogers’ erection had wilted a little but not completely. Stark dropped to the knees of his very expensive pants and reached out, taking Steve into his hand and smiling when he felt him harden in his hand.
Steve looked petrified.
“He likes it, even if you don’t,” Stark commented.
“Unh,” was actually Steve’s reply. Tony looked up into his eyes. Shit, but he was hot like this! Those eyes were darker than usual, not quite focused. When Steve started to close them, Tony said “No. I want to see your eyes. I want you to see me.”
Then Stark did something he had never done before and certainly Steve had never had it done to him by a man before.
He leaned closer and licked Steve, lapping at the silky skin of the head first then running his tongue down the heavy vein along the bottom of the shaft. He could feel Steve tremble at his actions. He wrapped his hand around Steve and slid his hand all the way down to the base of his penis. He took as much of it as he could inside his mouth, both sucking and licking at the same time. A very talented young woman had taught him how that felt. He was sure Steve would like it as much as he had.
“God, Stark!”
Tony looked up into his eyes again. And shrugged his shoulders before continuing. Steve moved, arching his hips forward, pushing into Tony’s hand and mouth. Tony kept doing what he was doing. He felt Steve’s muscles go tight, knew he was close.
“I’m coming,” Steve growled through clenched teeth.
He did. Tony almost panicked for second but then decided to swallow. And he did, all of it. When Steve was done, Tony licked him one last time and stood, a little shakily.
Steve stared at his expensive pants and the hard-on quite obvious inside them.
“You don’t – uh, I can take care of that,” Tony said, actually at a loss for words.
Steve unbuckled Tony’s belt, unfastened and unzipped him. Tony gave him a little help and his trousers dropped to the floor. He stepped out them and kicked them to the side.
“I have no idea -” Steve started to say as he looked at Tony’s eager member.
“Neither did I, but I’ve had more than a few blow jobs. I did what I liked done to me.”
“I can do that.” Steve dropped off the side of the bed and got on his knees in front of Tony. “Take off the shirt,” he told Stark. Tony did. Steve jerked his undershirt off and tossed it away.
“Are you stalling? Hey, look, if you don’t want to -”
Steve didn’t answer him. He leaned forward and rested his forehead on Tony’s belly, catching the tip in his mouth then actually taking the whole length as deep as he could into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Tony blurted out.
Tony pulled back and pushed deep into Steve’s mouth again. The thing he was doing with his tongue was – Tony wasn’t able to form a complete thought as the tip of Steve’s tongue slithered against him in a torturous dance. Everything was so tight and warm and wet… so good.
When he came, he feared that his knees were going to buckle. They didn’t. Steve didn’t stop until he was completely spent, drawing every drop from him before pulling back from him and letting go.
Tony wondered for a second what the hell they were going to do? Did he just dress and leave? Did he thank him? Put a hundred bucks on the table?
Steve actually solved it when he took Tony’s hand and led him to the bed. They both lay down, though Tony was at a loss for something to say. He opened his mouth once then thought better of it. The second time, words came out.
“So what if we decide to have a dialogue about this at some point?”
Steve looked at him. “This? What this?”
“Oh, I think there is a this here.”
“Then let’s have that dialogue now.”
Tony wasn’t even sure what he was saying, much less Steve. “You go first,” was what he finally came up with.
Steve moved onto his side and put his hand under his head. He looked at Tony, up and down. This, of course, made Tony squirmy. “I think I’d like to kiss you.”
Tony started to reply but anything he was going to say was stopped when Steve kissed him, simply touching his lips to Tony’s at first, then he put one hand on Tony’s face and kissed him a little deeper and a little longer. After the kiss became even longer and much more passionate, Tony groaned and put his hand up to touch Steve’s shoulder.
After several minutes of making out like teenagers, they stopped and looked at one another. Steve finally said, “Whatever this is, I like it.”
Tony pushed him onto his back and kissed him again, his hands exploring a little while they were kissing. “I agree. I think we should do some more research on the subject.”