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Tony grinned at Steve. “So, you may have noticed that I conveniently timed our third date for your birthday.”
Steve chuckled and nuzzled at the side of Tony’s neck. “I did notice that, yes. And I also notice that all of the friends who were celebrating said birthday with us have cleared out to the lower level of the balcony, as if they plan to watch the fireworks from there.”
Tony shrugged, clearly faking his innocence. “Well, you know, I might have an idea or two, one more gift to give you…”
Steve pulled back a little, raising an eyebrow. “Tony. You’ve already given me a motorcycle, and made it publicly known that tonight’s fireworks sponsorship is in honor of my birthday-”
Tony snickered. “I thought your face on a billboard in Times Square was a nice touch. Did you not like it?”
Steve rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Not the point. I just meant, you didn’t need to give me anything more.”
Tony took his turn nuzzling Steve’s neck. “This is more of a tradition I’d like to start. See, I don’t actually expect us to watch the fireworks, so much as… treat them like springs of mistletoe? One kiss per explosion?”
Steve’s eyes glowed in the fading light of sunset. “I think that’s an excellent tradition to start. Is this going to be a private thing, or are we going to get everyone doing it?”
Tony opened his mouth to answer, but they both caught the sound of the distinctive whistle of a firework being fired. They paused, letting the anticipation build, then, as the lights burst above, nearly around them, their lips met for the first time. Steve almost felt like the explosions of emotion within him were stronger, brighter, than the explosions in the air outside.
And then the kisses got sweeter, deeper, more heartfelt. Tony’s tongue snuck out, and Steve’s lips parted willingly. Hands started to roam, up under shirts and down the back of pants. By the time the patriotic display over the city had finished, the two of them were fully fired up and ready to take things to the next, much more naked level.
They stumbled through the common living room, where the others were gathering for one more round of snacks and drinks, and met the hoots and cheers with waving (Tony) and blushes (Steve), but didn’t let any of that stop them as they headed for the bedroom that was currently Tony’s but would soon belong to both of them.
They had a tradition to maintain, after all.