[Fic] To the Future (Steve/Tony, NC-17)

[locketofyourhair]

800+ | Steve/Tony | NC-17

Unbeta'ed; kink_bingo: begging

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Things have changed in sixty years. Steve knows that, but still sometimes he forgets that it's not unheard of now for two men to sit together and share kisses openly. He likes it, that Tony can press him back against his work table and kiss him without worrying about who will tromp down the stairs at the next opportunity. He doesn't even mind that he is going to have oil stains on yet another shirt.

Tony's beard tickles against his neck, and one hand slides down to where Steve has tucked his jeans. He pulls it out to touch his stomach, running his hand along Steve's abs, and that's a little too forward. "Tony," he whispers, and Tony pulls back.

"What?" he asks, picture of innocence, and it's all fake. Steve is not fooled.

"We can do that somewhere else," he says, and he tries to pull down his shirt again.

Tony doesn't give up his hold though, pressing closer and sucking a mark on Steve's neck. "I think it's fine out here," and he slides closer to Steve, kissing him, and he's being pushed down against the bench.

"Tony, stop," Steve says, and his voice breaks at the end, when Tony has one hand over his groin, cupping him through the jeans and the denim is not forgiving. His shirt is riding up and Tony is nosing along the exposed skin, and Steve forgets the exposure for a moment in a haze of knowing what comes next, of wanting Tony's mouth on him.

"What?" Tony rests his chin on Steve's fly, eyes dark. "Is there something you said?"

Steve hisses through his teeth. "Tony, anyone can see us," he says, and he knows that's not enough of a deterent for Tony as he undoes Steve's fly, pulling the jeans down enough to expose Steve's underwear. Steve seen the youtube videos.

"Yes, they can," Tony says. His hands are on Steve's hips, thumbs tapping out a rhythm.

Steve's face is hot and he shakes his head. "Please, Tony, not here. Not like this." His eyes roll back to the doors, the stairs leading up to the next floor. "I don't want anyone to see this."

Tony smirks and kisses Steve, surging up and like this, Steve feels less exposed. "Ask me again?" he whispers. He grinds their hips together, and it almost hurts, the roughness of Tony's own jeans against Steve's cock. His underwear isn't enough to protect him against it, and it hurts when he raises his hips up again, to feel it again.

"Please, Tony, I don't want anyone to see me like this," he says, and his voice breaks and he doesn't care.

Tony kisses along Steve's jaw and he's smiling, and Steve maybe hates him a little for it. "Why?"

Steve rolls his eyes and grips Tony's shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. "Because it's embarrassing."

Tony leans back and his hand reaches down to slid into Steve's y-fronts, drawing him out. He can feel the cool air on the head of his cock. "That's not why, Steve. Ask again."

Steve looks up at the glass again, until Tony makes a sound to make Steve look at him, face impassive. "Eyes on me, Steve," he whispers.

"I don't want anyone to see us. Please, can we go to your room or my room, please, Tony," he gasps, and he doesn't look away from Tony, not now.

"Why should we hide?" Tony's voice is rough, wanting, and Steve loves it. He loves this, as much as he hates it, and it's so strange to him.

He licks his lips. "Because I don't want anyone but you to see me like this. Please, Tony."

Tony slides his hand over Steve again, flicking his wrist, and Steve bites his lip to keep quiet. "We can go if you say it," he says, and he's teasing.

Steve hates him a little. "I'm yours," he whispers, and he bucks into Tony's fist. "I don't want anyone to see me because I'm just yours. Please, Tony."

Tony laughs and holds himself over Steve. "If you can get yourself pulled together, we can go up to your room." He grins a little wickedly, but all his smiles are wicked. Steve shouldn't find that as hot as he does. "Or I could have Jarvis lock the doors and dark the windows, and I could have you right here."

Steve is already pulling up his jeans. He looks at Tony and frowns. He's still breathing hard, still wanting. "You could do that?"

"Jarvis, we need a little privacy," Tony calls, and there are some beeps and the windows are dark enough that Steve can't see the stairs before they look like shiny black stone. "See?" He kisses Steve again.

"You could have done that to start," Steve grumbles against Tony's mouth.

Tony shrugs and pulls at Steve's shirt. "But I like hearing you beg."

Comments

[harpers_child]

i agree with tony. steve is pretty when he begs.