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FIC: all That Talk: Followup Dialogue 2/4 (Avengers)
Title:Followup 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.
*
Handjobs are like Pepsi. Never your first choice but you'll take it anyway. ~ @FunnyQuotees on Twitter
*
Steve Rogers lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what he had done yesterday.
He’d exchanged blow jobs with Tony Stark, of all people, and to top it off, he’d kissed him. A lot. And liked them both.
Tony had dressed and left after he’d gotten a message that he was needed somewhere. His parting words were, “We’ll continue this dialogue later.”
And Steve had simply answered “okay.”
What the hell? He’d never thought about sucking anyone’s dick in his entire life. Not one damned time! What else was he gonna do? Tony blew his mind. He never had a BJ like that one. It was only fair to reciprocate.
Someone tapped on his door.
“Cap? You in there?”
Stark!
He didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say!
The door opened a crack. “Hello? Ah, there you are. Hiding from me?” Stark marched into the room.
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Was it that bad? You seemed to like it. Even the kissing. I was surprised at how much I like kissing you. You never know how turned on kissing can make you until you get a really good kiss.”
“It wasn’t bad at all. The kissing was good, too.”
“But? I sense a but here.”
“I’m having a little trouble with the idea of it,” Steve finally said. That seemed to explain it better than anything else.
“The fact that it was me or the fact that I have the same equipment you do?”
“Maybe both but mostly the second one. It’s not something I ever thought about.”
“Well, I’d thought about it, but never done it. I don’t even know why I did it to you. Fuck, Cap, you were the hottest damned thing I’d ever seen sitting there with your hand wrapped around your cock. You looked so fucking sexy that I just had to touch you.”
“So do we just pretend it never happened?” Steve looked hopeful.
“Is that what you want?”
Steve didn’t say anything. He chewed the inside of his cheek and frowned a little. “My sensible, logical mind tells me to say yes, that is what I want.”
“Another but?”
“The rest of my mind and the stubborn thing between my legs wants me to kiss you until you stop talking so much.”
Tony nodded. “My mind has been saying the same thing.”
Steve was sitting on the side of his bed. Tony walked over and sat beside him. “Maybe we should lock the door. Sometimes people just barge in.”
Steve laughed. “No one does that but you.”
“What do we do now?”
“A kiss?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Tony grinned and kissed his cheek. When he started to pull away, Steve pulled him closer and kissed his mouth, the kiss turning steamy rather quickly.
Soon, they were lying on the bed instead of sitting. Their bodies were pressed together from shoulder to hip. Steve felt Tony’s hard on against him.
“And now?” Steve asked.
“You tell me.”
“Touch me.” Steve decided that was a good place to start. He wasn’t sure what he wanted either but he needed – something. Now.
Tony yanked at Steve’s shirt until he finally sat up and Tony stripped it from him and tossed it. He pushed Steve back onto the bed and unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. Steve watched, lifting his hips when Tony pulled his pants and underwear down and down then off.
“Now you. Take your clothes off, too.” Tony got out of his clothes in seconds. “I want to see you.”
Steve noticed the scar from the Arc Reactor. He’d not seen it yesterday. He reached his hand up to touch it, running his finger around the circular scar. Tony held his breath for a moment then he let it out slowly. Steve kissed the scar. Tony moaned.
“God, Cap, I’m supposed to be touching you.”
“Yeah,” Steve said as he lay back and pulled Tony on top of him. He looked into Tony’s eyes. “Do you know how these things are supposed to work?”
Tony laughed and kissed him quickly. “Not a fucking clue. I know that laying here on top of you is making me so fucking horny that I feel like a high school boy. You?”
“I’m way out of my league. I’ve spent most of my life frozen in ice. This is not something in my realm of experience.”
“It is now, Cap.” He moved slowly down Steve’s body and took him into his hand. He moved his hand up and down, slowly stroking him.
“You do that much more and I’ll be through,” Steve warned Tony.
“Not ready for that yet.” Tony stopped moving his hand but didn’t let go either. He looked up. “Tell me what you want me to do now, Steve.”
“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere, then make me come. I need to come and I want you with me.”
Tony looked very serious for a moment then he began exploring with his hands and his mouth. He kissed and touched Steve, finding places that made him squirm, places that made him moan, and places that tickled. He kissed a trail up Steve’s spine and bit his neck gently.
“Oh god. So good.”
Tony slid a hand beneath Steve and held him while he kissed and nibbled his back and bottom.
“Please,” Steve whispered. “More.”
“Face me.”
Steve turned to face him.
“Come closer and touch me. Put your hand on me.”
Steve scooted close enough that there was just room for him to take Tony into his hand. He kissed Tony again and again as they stroked each other, their rhythms matching. Steve wondered what it would be like to be inside Tony. Would it feel better than this? Could it?
“Oh fuck, Steve,” Tony growled and Steve felt his semen spilling between them, all over his hand. It was all he needed to send him over, too. He hung on to Tony, kissing his lips, his face, finally crying out in pleasure.
“We’re a sticky mess,” Tony whispered, though there was no one else there to hear them.
“I do have a shower and towels.”
“I think you might need clean sheets too.” Tony looked at the messy wet sheets.
“We can do that.” Steve wanted badly to ask him to stay but he wasn’t sure how. “There’s a linen closet down the hall.”
Steve headed to the shower, unsure if he’d be alone or if Tony would join him. He stood under the spray and thought about what just happened. He wanted more – more Tony.
“Can I come in? I’m pretty good at back washing.”
Steve let him in and they kissed under the water. Tony grabbed the soap and washcloth and made a big lather on it. He gently washed Steve’s back, shoulders, his bottom and then he turned him around and bathed the front. “Now rinse,” he whispered as he kissed Steve. Again.
“That felt good,” Steve murmured.
“The, uh, shower or -”
“Both.” He took the washcloth and bathed Tony. After they were dressed, Steve had no idea what to do or say.
“I’ve been staying on the sofa in the lab. Can I bunk here with you? I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“You can sleep with me.”
Tony grinned at him. “I think later we might need some extended dialogue about this.”
“I agree. I certainly do enjoy the give and take of our dialogues.”
“So are you a cuddler? I am. Do you like lots of blankets? Do you snore?” Steve decided that Tony was nervous and that was why he was chattering so much, all of sudden.
“Never slept with many people so I don’t know if I’m a cuddler and I like blankets and I have no idea if I snore. Now let’s go find something to eat then we can go to bed and think about our next dialogue.”
“And find out if you snore!”
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.
*
Handjobs are like Pepsi. Never your first choice but you'll take it anyway. ~ @FunnyQuotees on Twitter
*
Steve Rogers lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn’t believe what he had done yesterday.
He’d exchanged blow jobs with Tony Stark, of all people, and to top it off, he’d kissed him. A lot. And liked them both.
Tony had dressed and left after he’d gotten a message that he was needed somewhere. His parting words were, “We’ll continue this dialogue later.”
And Steve had simply answered “okay.”
What the hell? He’d never thought about sucking anyone’s dick in his entire life. Not one damned time! What else was he gonna do? Tony blew his mind. He never had a BJ like that one. It was only fair to reciprocate.
Someone tapped on his door.
“Cap? You in there?”
Stark!
He didn’t say anything, didn’t know what to say!
The door opened a crack. “Hello? Ah, there you are. Hiding from me?” Stark marched into the room.
“Yeah, kinda.”
“Was it that bad? You seemed to like it. Even the kissing. I was surprised at how much I like kissing you. You never know how turned on kissing can make you until you get a really good kiss.”
“It wasn’t bad at all. The kissing was good, too.”
“But? I sense a but here.”
“I’m having a little trouble with the idea of it,” Steve finally said. That seemed to explain it better than anything else.
“The fact that it was me or the fact that I have the same equipment you do?”
“Maybe both but mostly the second one. It’s not something I ever thought about.”
“Well, I’d thought about it, but never done it. I don’t even know why I did it to you. Fuck, Cap, you were the hottest damned thing I’d ever seen sitting there with your hand wrapped around your cock. You looked so fucking sexy that I just had to touch you.”
“So do we just pretend it never happened?” Steve looked hopeful.
“Is that what you want?”
Steve didn’t say anything. He chewed the inside of his cheek and frowned a little. “My sensible, logical mind tells me to say yes, that is what I want.”
“Another but?”
“The rest of my mind and the stubborn thing between my legs wants me to kiss you until you stop talking so much.”
Tony nodded. “My mind has been saying the same thing.”
Steve was sitting on the side of his bed. Tony walked over and sat beside him. “Maybe we should lock the door. Sometimes people just barge in.”
Steve laughed. “No one does that but you.”
“What do we do now?”
“A kiss?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Tony grinned and kissed his cheek. When he started to pull away, Steve pulled him closer and kissed his mouth, the kiss turning steamy rather quickly.
Soon, they were lying on the bed instead of sitting. Their bodies were pressed together from shoulder to hip. Steve felt Tony’s hard on against him.
“And now?” Steve asked.
“You tell me.”
“Touch me.” Steve decided that was a good place to start. He wasn’t sure what he wanted either but he needed – something. Now.
Tony yanked at Steve’s shirt until he finally sat up and Tony stripped it from him and tossed it. He pushed Steve back onto the bed and unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. Steve watched, lifting his hips when Tony pulled his pants and underwear down and down then off.
“Now you. Take your clothes off, too.” Tony got out of his clothes in seconds. “I want to see you.”
Steve noticed the scar from the Arc Reactor. He’d not seen it yesterday. He reached his hand up to touch it, running his finger around the circular scar. Tony held his breath for a moment then he let it out slowly. Steve kissed the scar. Tony moaned.
“God, Cap, I’m supposed to be touching you.”
“Yeah,” Steve said as he lay back and pulled Tony on top of him. He looked into Tony’s eyes. “Do you know how these things are supposed to work?”
Tony laughed and kissed him quickly. “Not a fucking clue. I know that laying here on top of you is making me so fucking horny that I feel like a high school boy. You?”
“I’m way out of my league. I’ve spent most of my life frozen in ice. This is not something in my realm of experience.”
“It is now, Cap.” He moved slowly down Steve’s body and took him into his hand. He moved his hand up and down, slowly stroking him.
“You do that much more and I’ll be through,” Steve warned Tony.
“Not ready for that yet.” Tony stopped moving his hand but didn’t let go either. He looked up. “Tell me what you want me to do now, Steve.”
“Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere, then make me come. I need to come and I want you with me.”
Tony looked very serious for a moment then he began exploring with his hands and his mouth. He kissed and touched Steve, finding places that made him squirm, places that made him moan, and places that tickled. He kissed a trail up Steve’s spine and bit his neck gently.
“Oh god. So good.”
Tony slid a hand beneath Steve and held him while he kissed and nibbled his back and bottom.
“Please,” Steve whispered. “More.”
“Face me.”
Steve turned to face him.
“Come closer and touch me. Put your hand on me.”
Steve scooted close enough that there was just room for him to take Tony into his hand. He kissed Tony again and again as they stroked each other, their rhythms matching. Steve wondered what it would be like to be inside Tony. Would it feel better than this? Could it?
“Oh fuck, Steve,” Tony growled and Steve felt his semen spilling between them, all over his hand. It was all he needed to send him over, too. He hung on to Tony, kissing his lips, his face, finally crying out in pleasure.
“We’re a sticky mess,” Tony whispered, though there was no one else there to hear them.
“I do have a shower and towels.”
“I think you might need clean sheets too.” Tony looked at the messy wet sheets.
“We can do that.” Steve wanted badly to ask him to stay but he wasn’t sure how. “There’s a linen closet down the hall.”
Steve headed to the shower, unsure if he’d be alone or if Tony would join him. He stood under the spray and thought about what just happened. He wanted more – more Tony.
“Can I come in? I’m pretty good at back washing.”
Steve let him in and they kissed under the water. Tony grabbed the soap and washcloth and made a big lather on it. He gently washed Steve’s back, shoulders, his bottom and then he turned him around and bathed the front. “Now rinse,” he whispered as he kissed Steve. Again.
“That felt good,” Steve murmured.
“The, uh, shower or -”
“Both.” He took the washcloth and bathed Tony. After they were dressed, Steve had no idea what to do or say.
“I’ve been staying on the sofa in the lab. Can I bunk here with you? I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“You can sleep with me.”
Tony grinned at him. “I think later we might need some extended dialogue about this.”
“I agree. I certainly do enjoy the give and take of our dialogues.”
“So are you a cuddler? I am. Do you like lots of blankets? Do you snore?” Steve decided that Tony was nervous and that was why he was chattering so much, all of sudden.
“Never slept with many people so I don’t know if I’m a cuddler and I like blankets and I have no idea if I snore. Now let’s go find something to eat then we can go to bed and think about our next dialogue.”
“And find out if you snore!”