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Steve Rodgers for the first time since coming out of the ice was well under the influence. He was high. Tony stared at amazement as his colleague on a good day [hateful frenemy on a bad day] palmed his face in embarrassment. “You’re so fucked, Rogers.” Tony whispers, bursting into a small laugh and leaning towards the blonde, his right arm already outstretched towards the broad man next to him.
Steve, honest-to-god, giggles, leaning into Tony’s touch, head bent towards Tony’s. “I know… I know...”
More giggles and the two continue whispering to each other, like two kids up to no good. “God, where has this weed been all this time,” Tony touches him again, brushing a whisp of Steve’s blonde hair out of his eyes. He could not get enough of touching him tonight. Usually, the stoic man to his right was never so welcoming to Tony’s presence but tonight… with Whiskey running through Tony’s veins and whatever god-like concoction of dried leaves Thor brought back from Asgard in Steve’s – tonight, the blonde was practically hanging off Tony for the last couple of hours. Just one more step to the side and Steve would basically be on his lap.
“Don’t –“ God, he looks so cute. “Don’t think it’s called weed, Tony.” Steve stares at him, face scrunched up in puzzlement. “I don’t know what it is – what is this?”
Tony shrugged, “Beats me, sweetheart. I forgot the name once Thor mentioned it to you.” Mental note to self: get the name and bribe Thor with cartful’s of pop-tarts to bring back more of it.
Steve preens at the nickname. Tony was quickly realizing how much Steve enjoyed the nicknames after the first slip up, calling the man “babe” earlier… and then “sweetheart” and “darling” joined the roster throughout the night. Steve brightened up at each one and Tony refuses to stop now. “We probably shouldn’t be drinking this much, or smoking in my case. What if something happens.” Steve’s eyes became wide at the thought of villains jumping through the windows at any moment.
“Babe, something already did just happen. We won. And now we deserve a bit a fun, don’t you agree?” Tony sips into whiskey glass, brown eyes stuck to the blue ones inches from his face.
Steve nods and looks back to see his teammates. “Yes,” he whispers, “We do. You were all so good tonight.” The rest of the gang were drinking and laughing with other SHIELD agents around the common floor of the Avengers Tower, grouped in small circles around the place, the blooze flowing and rambunctious laughter cutting the otherwise constant flow of loud chatter. No one paid too much mind to their two commanding leaders grouped together at the bar. Tony accidentally swallowed a too big of a gulp of Whiskey when blue eyes swirled back to look at him. “You were amazing Tony.”
He shook his head and peered into his glass. “Come on, hun, I wasn’t-“
Steve placed a hand on his, “No, Tony, you were. The way you managed to take on those AIM weapons, all aimed at you, while saving my ass.”
Fuck, if only it didn’t take drugs for Steve to praise him like this. “Usually, you would be criticizing me Cap.” Tony grimaced, taking a sip to hide it.
Steve frowned at the memory of their constant verbal battles. He opened his mouth, intending to say sorry but instead blurting out, “Am I no longer hun?”
“Always going to be, babe.” Tony winked.
Steve blushed and took hold of Tony’s drink. “May I?”
Tony shrugged, knowing occasionally Steve enjoyed the slight burn and taste of the drink although it does nothing for him. His eyes trace the curve of Steve’s pink lips as they touch the glass where Tony’s own lips were just placed a few seconds before.
The sight was strangely intimate, and the back of Tony’s neck pricked with heat.
Steve starts talking again, offering up some sort of explanation of at least some of his most recent arguments. “You usually skip out on debriefs Tony, I just… I just don’t agree with that and I have to catch you up on- “
Tony sighed, “Yes, yes I know. My faults.”
“Our faults,” Steve grimaces into the drink and refuses to look at him, “Debriefs are important, they tell us where we can do better, what went wrong- “
“And you usually stand at attention as Fury cuts into you for things you couldn’t avoid, but fuck that. You do great. As our leader and as a hero. I don’t see why Fury, of all people, gets to tell you how to do your job. Steve you know us, you know how to lead a team and you always make the right choices – I trust you to make them and so does everyone else.”
They have this argument at least once a week and Tony still will not back down. He won’t sit in a circle amongst the people who sit behind desks all day and allow himself to be criticized. He knows debriefs after missions help with saving lives, saving money, and overall help them, help Steve, further evolve into a better team, better leaders, but Tony isn’t a masochist, so he skips out sometimes. Kill him.
Steve laughs and bumps into his shoulder, whispering to him, “Next time you skip out then, save me and take me with you then.”
“Doubt you’ll follow.”
Steve shrugs, “Maybe I’ll surprise you.”
“You? Captain Steve Rodgers?” Tony raises a single eyebrow, “Skipping out on a debrief? What other surprises will you shock me with?”
Steve thinks about it for a bit, a small smile teasing onto his face. His handsome, sexy face. Tony wants to touch him and so he does, two fingers lightly tracing the blonde’s jawline. “Um…” Steve’s eyes close as Tony’s fingers goes from his jawline to the sensitive area underneath his ear, “I skipped out on my morning run today.”
Tony bursts out a laugh, Steve’s giggles combining with his own, “Oh really? Damn Rogers, what happened to that strict regime? How was that breakfast then? Any saturated fats? Artificial flavors? Did you skip out on whole wheats for white bread?” He continued to tease as his fingers roamed.
Steve laughs and shakes his head, stepping closer to Tony, both now standing so close to one another Tony was afraid Steve will be able to feel how fast his heart was beating. “No, but maybe I’ll consider those cereal brands you love so much.”
“Oh Steve you don’t know the pleasures of the 21st century if you don’t eat sugary, fake grains for breakfast.”
Steve smiles at him. “I doubt it’s as good as you claim Tony.”
“How very dare you?!” Tony laughs. He feels Steve start playing with the hand still under his, fingers moving up and down the top of Tony’s softly, soft veins being traced unconsciously.
Steve looks down at their hands, front teeth biting lightly at bottom lip. “Want to know another shocking surprise about me?”
“What?” Tony asks, matching Steve’s soft tone. They were at no risk of being overheard, with the nearest person being Clint meters to their right and the other man was currently singing a weird rendition of a Rihanna song to the horror of Natasha and Maria. Tony’s sure they can’t hear him or Steve, however they are both aware of the occasional glances they must be getting. Neither could find it in themselves to care though.
Steve’s fingers continue to trace as he glances back at Tony, “I’m not exactly into just… girls.”
Tony closes his eyes and bits his lips. “Captain.” He smiles and tries not to laugh. “I kind of got that impression a while ago.”
He opens his eyes and when he makes eye contact with Steve, the blonde burst into another laugh. Tony joins in. God, the way Steve leans into him when he’s laughing… “Fuck, you’re so high.” Tony’s voice is full of amazement, looking around to see if anyone else seeing this.
His eyes make contact with Pepper across the room. The strawberry blonde was between Jane and Thor, entertaining both. He blushes as she smirks and cocks her head to the side, her eyes flicking over to the blonde next to him, clearly happy for him over whatever the fuck was going on at the moment in front of everyone. Tony sends her a smile and returns his attention to his team leader, heart lighter now that his ex-girlfriend/CEO gave her unsolicited but welcomed blessing.
“Steve.”
The blonde hums as he steals another sip of Tony’s whiskey, his cheeks flushed and a smile still permanent on his face.
“Do you maybe want to go to bed soon? Sleep this off?” Tony asks, running his hand through the soft blonde locks so close to his. His hair is so soft, hair slipping past his fingers like water.
Steve leans forward against the bar and shakes his head.
“No?”
“No…” Steve brings his own fingers up to Tony’s face.
Tony’s breath hitches, eyes dropping down to the taller man’s lips. He wants to kiss them so bad, a million childhood fantasies replaying in his head. They look so soft, so pink…
“No, I kind of want to kiss you.”
Tony releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, “Kind of?”
“No, want. I want to.” Steve clarifies, eyes dark and blue, meeting his and inching closer, explicitly asking for permission. “If you’ll let me.”
Oh what an idiot. What a delightful, honorable, consent-conscious, fool to think Tony wasn’t close to just taking a kiss from him. “I’ll never say no to that request, Winghead.” Tony mutters, voice deep and breathless, as he meets Steve in the middle.
It was sweet. Chaste. Small. Both pressed their lips together softly, heads tilted and breaths intermingling.
Tony inched back, feeling the drag of Steve’s bottom lip as it slowly unstuck from between his. Brown eyes met blue for a moment before Tony pulled at the back of Steve’s neck, crashing the two back together.
Steve moaned, opening his mouth and allowing Tony to take control. Tongues met together and Tony slowly allowed himself the freedom to kiss Steve thoroughly, taking his time with each kiss but barely restraining himself from taking the blonde in front of everyone here. The taste of whiskey and Steve making Tony feel drunk, chasing the taste off of the others mouth with his lick and press of his mouth and tongue. He steps closer, using his other hand to slip underneath Steve’s white t shirt, caressing the skin of his hip, then his abs.
Steve gave a slight moan, pressing forward, the bulge at the front of jeans pressing into Tony’s thighs. Tony gripped the blonde hair underneath his fingers, right hand still on Steve’s nape.
“Oh my god!”
A couple gasps and a thunderous laugh, “Friends! Please enjoy yourselves elsewhere perhaps?”
“Damn Steve, Tony, how long has this been happening?!”
Steve groaned but didn’t turn to the group who were clearly now paying attention to them, instead turning away from the room and into Tony’s shoulder.
“Excuse me?! Stop looking!” Tony waved at them as if they were in the wrong.
“Thor what is in those blunts?!” Sam’s chortles out an incredulous laugh.
Steve finally turned to Thor who shrugged innocently, laughing as Clint just threw his wallet at Natasha.
“I didn’t think the Captain had it in him to show so much PDA!”
More catcalls from further down the room as more people started to take notice of the commotion and see the two so closely pressed together.
Steve turned to Tony, red-faced but smiling, “Fuck, I’m sorry…”
Tony shrugged and waved it off, not sorry at all. “Want to get out of here?”
Steve laughed, grabbing hold of his hand, “Doubt that’ll help us from causing even more of a scene.”
Tony shrugs again, ignoring their friends as they continued to gossip over the two aloud. “So? We’re two floors away from your room and about 4 from mines. If you’re up for it?”
Steve bit his lip, red from Tony’s kisses, and looked at the billionaire in front of him, both their arousals still so clearly pressed up against each other.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, darling. We can talk… or not talk.”
Steve kissed him at that and then nodded, face burning as the cheers erupted once more.
Tony laughed against his mouth, his mustache brushing against Steve’s cheeks to give him another small kiss. “Let’s make our exit fast.” He mutters and grabs onto the blonde’s hand.
Tony, ever the entertainer, bid his farewells loudly as they passed, Steve too embarrassed to say much besides a quick “Bye everyone… see you tomorrow... Get home safe.”
“Adieu, bonjour, you guys know the exit.” Tony waved, barely glancing at anyone.
“Tony, if you manage to cancel training tomorrow, I will love you forever.” Clint begs as he passes them.
“For that Barton I’ll try to convince him to make you run laps!”
“No! Please keep him up there!”
Tony makes a show of pressing the “Close” button on his side of the elevator numerous times to the amusement of their friends.
Once the elevator door closes, Steve is on him, kissing him and pressing him into the wall. “Jarvis,” Tony breathed out, head falling backwards as he feels Steve kissing down his neck, “penthouse please.”