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Post AoU for starkingenuity

He's old. Old enough to have settled down. Old enough he's letting other people save the world and only stepping in from time to time. There's no 'Honey I'm home' when he steps through door. There's silence and quiet. He makes dinner for one. His bed is cold. He sits and reads the paper while he watches the world move on outside. There's laughter in the hallway. Footsteps. No one knocks on his door. He eats leaning against the counter in the kitchen. Alone. All alone. 'I got no plans tomorrow night' echos in his mind.

Suddenly, no one is on the streets. There are no numbers in his phone. Everything empty and gone and there's just Steve. Steve standing in nothingness. 'Man out of time' 'Nothing but a soldier' 'You can't live without a war' 'Go home, Steve'

He jolted awake, hand raising to rub at his face and it shouldn't have been a nightmare at all but it is anyway. How alone he felt in this century. His friends helped, they did, but they couldn't always be here. He lived and breathed his life as an Avenger. What else did he have? Nothing. He shook it off, like he always did and got dressed, laced up his boots. Most of his team was out of the picture right now. Off doing whatever they did on leave.

Steve paced his room at the New Avenger facility, paced the hallways and spoke to the Agents that were here. He took a walk outside and thought of Tony. The billionaire visited every once in awhile but it'd been awhile. He didn't even know what the man was up to now but Steve... Steve needed to connect with someone to shake off the dredges of his loneliness, someone that wasn't just working here, someone he had a connection to.

So he called Tony.

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It was sexy. It made him feel like they were on even ground here. They were strong in their own ways. It didn't have to be romantic. They weren't to that point yet, if they ever would be.

He shoved down his own pants and watched as Tony went a step further. Steve eyes trailed downward. Nice. Very nice. He was definitely turned on now.

The soldier peeled himself out of his boxer briefs and he was already half hard, just from watching the man crawl onto the bed.

"Good, we can't have that," he chuckled lightly and then he crawled on the bed to join him, his muscles standing out as he moved.

Tony met him half way, hand finding Steve's shoulder before he leaned under his chin to kiss him. It wasn't exactly hesitant but he was taking his time, feeling out the super solider. They last time they had done this was hot and heavy but they were on Tony's home turf. They could take their time.

"So," he said, drawing Steve to him. "When's leave up?"

He didn't mind if they took their time. It might work out better for them that way. Steve let Tony kiss his chin without complaint and then shifted, returning the kiss with one to the man's cheek. He followed the older man's lead as he was drawn down to the bed.

"Three days, though I expect everyone back in two and a half."

"Ja--" No. JARVIS was gone. "Friday, set a reminder for 45 hours," Tony murmured, pressing Steve down to the bed before he leaned down over him. It seemed ambitious, to set themselves a time, for Tony to block out the full remainder of Steve's leave for himself, but they were both lonely and though they evidently still had some equipment to fix, Tony was in no rush to get to it.

He wanted to feel hands on him. He wanted to have someone lavish attention on him that he didn't pay to do it.

"Yes, Boss!"

He raised an eyebrow but he didn't have any protests. All he had for Tony was a teasing grin, "Seems a little ambitious, don't you think?" If Tony was going to call him old, he was going to return the favor. He couldn't help himself.

Steve let the man pin him to the bed easily. He wasn't in any hurry for the equipment either. He was pretty distracted by Tony at the moment.

"I'm not keeping you here," Tony grinned. "I'm just setting a reminder that you have to go back in case you lose track of time." Ooooh yes. Tony did think very highly of his skill. He pulled one of Steve's hands to his ribs, to his hip.

Tony pressed his mouth to Steve's. He rutted himself ever so slightly down against the blond, encouraging him part his lips so that he could taste him more deeply. The full skin contact had his heart beating a little quicker. Tony might be a little slower to rise than his young, twenty-something bedmate but that didn't mean that he wasn't filling out between his legs too.

"Well in that case, let's see if you can make me lose track," Steve smiled, more than willing and he moved his hands as Tony directed. He might not be incredibly experienced but he knew what felt good and they did pretty well the first time around.

He spread his legs to make it easier for Tony to fit against him and groaned slightly into the kiss. His body was definitely remembering their little bit of fun from earlier. He wasn't going to have a problem in the growing department.

Like this, Tony knew exactly what he was doing. Steve might have some anatomical issues that Tony wasn't use to dealing with but a little improvising never hurt anyone. He didn't mind taking charge. He didn't know how adept Steve was at any of this, and he'd been making a fool of himself all day teasing an interested man about being in his bed so he probably owed him.

It was a little different cupping him without his jeans on and as Tony's hand wrapped around warm, hard skin, he paused, Steve's tongue still in his mouth.

"Holy shit...how do you walk?"

He wasn't very adept at actually doing this. Steve knew how it worked and obviously, the age of the Internet made it incredibly easy to find porn, so he was generally educated but he also knew that wasn't necessarily how things worked in the real world.

If Tony wanted him to take charge, he probably could, but there would inevitably be some fumbling. Next time, if there was a next time, he would know what he was doing.

Steve groaned softly as Tony took him in hand. He blinked a little at the question and then huffed a laugh, trying desperately to keep a blush from his face. "Well it's not like it's up and ready all the time," he mumbled.

There Tony. There was some of the awkwardness you expected.

"The only important thing is that it's up and ready now," Tony agreed, trying to give Steve a good handjob from an angle he wasn't even remotely use to. When he jerked himself off, he approached from the other way, thumb heading up rather than down. Well, he was an inventor. He could do this.

A few good pulls later, kissing Steve to suck in moans, Tony let him go just so he could lean across his bed for his nightstand. The good lube was there, it would make the whole process that much easier. He was fully erect now himself, cock tracing Steve's stomach and thigh as he laid down against him and felt the muscles of his abs contract in pleasure.

The stroking was a little awkward but for a man that had done it himself for the majority of his life--it was a welcome change. His hips shifted upward, trying to control the pace, and failing. It'd been a long time since he fumbled around with anyone.

He moaned into the kissing, hands dragging against Tony's side and down his back, just touching because he could.

Steve panted lightly as he watched Tony go for lube and he wet his lips, reaching for the man's erection as he settled down beside him again. He was curious --he couldn't help himself--and he hummed in approval at what he found. He gave the man several firm strokes of his own before letting go.

"So what are we going to use all this space for?" He asked with a tease and a glint in his blue eyes.

"Patience," Tony groaned, already missing the presence of the hand on him. He knelt over Steve, straddling one tight and muscled thigh as he dribbled lube onto his hand and, tossing the bottle aside for later use, grabbed Steve and himself up in his doubled grasp.

This he remembered from boarding school, boys trotting each other in some sort of mutual masturbatory need to experiment with themselves and each other.

This was no different. Tony needed some sort of conquest, a physical connection he had been lacking since Pepper had been subjected to Extremis. And Steve was willing.

Very willing, really.

"And it really... It depends on what you're... You're into."

Steve didn't always have legendary amounts of patience. He couldn't help that Tony had been teasing him all day. His stamina probably was better overall but that didn't mean he had it built up either. It required practice.

He groaned even more deeply when Tony grabbed them both. His hips jerked upward into the man's hand and he pulled the older man down into another needy kiss.

Very willing. He needed to feel like he existed, like he wasn't alone and this was a good way to do just that.

"This a... bad time to tell you... I don't know?"

Leaning over Steve with big hands on his shoulders and hip and the friction of their cocks sliding against each other leaving him breathless, Tony blinked somewhat unabashedly at the man beneath him.

"So you are a virgin... Would it be rude to cash in on the bet I made to Barton right now?" he teased, grinning.

The friction made him moan again and his hands tightened, then relaxed, as he fought the urge to quicken the pace. Handjobs in the dark he knew, sometimes blowjobs, but nothing like this. There was always a risk but the more involved the act, the worse it would have been for someone to happen upon you and Steve would admit to liking this century better than his own just for its openness.

"Just because I don't have much experience doesn't necessarily mean I'm a virgin," Steve pointed out.

"No," Tony agreed, trying to keep himself together here. His hand slowed teasingly. "But are you? How many people have you put it in?"

It was t a personal question while they were like this. Don't be bashful.

"How many people put it in you?"

Of course Tony would ask. He should have known better than to assume that it would just slip on by.

Steve couldn't help but be a little bashful. After his protest, he felt a little silly as he mumbled, "No, I am. It was too dangerous to do more than, well, this--" his hips moved pointedly. "Back during the war."

Tony laughed, not maliciously, just because they were having this conversation while he was jerking them both off, their legs were tangled together, and they were more or less breathing in what the other exhaled.

"Even with the dames?" Tony had assumed Steve and that sweet little piece Peggy Carter had been more than just a couple of wistful eye gazers. He didn't wait for an answer before he asked something else, letting them both go to fondle Steve's balls. "What do you think about when you do this yourself?"

Yeah, it was very distracting and it left him without an escape unless he wanted to give up the feeling of the man rubbing against him. He didn't so he was stuck, breath quickening slightly and it was hard to follow the man's line of thought.

Steve appreciated skipping over Peggy. He didn't want to talk about her. He never actually did more than make out with a few dames.

For a moment, he let himself drift in the pleasure and considered whether he wanted to talk about it. The idea made his cheeks color so instead he shot back, "What do you think about?"

Tony knew the tactic. Boardroom drama often resorted to this. He was fine with setting the parameters. In fact, he generally preferred to. "I think I'm going to fuck you," Tony whispered, still grinning, lips inches away from Steve as slick fingers delved to places he doubted anyone had ever been before. "Because if you fuck me we might end up with doctors and questions."

Yeah. That? That wouldn't fit. Or it would hurt. And he wasn't interested in that at all.

His breath caught just hearing the words and he wondered, briefly, if that was actually what the man thought about. He had Captain America underwear for pete's sake. Steve nodded, sounded like a good idea to him and spread his legs further so Tony could stretch him open.

He moaned again, panting as he was opened up and it was an unfamiliar sensation but not an unwelcome one, particularly when Tony pressed just right. Pleasure spiked through him and he actually whimpered in need.

"Tony, do it," he panted, big hands sliding over every inch of the man he could reach and he tried to pull him closer, pull him in.

On the other hand, he was sure he would fit but it would require patience which was something neither of them really had at the moment.

What's patience? That made no sense. Tony never had patience. He whined if he was forced to wait.

He did take a few moments to slick Steve up first. The begging was a nice touch, a really nice touch, but if he was too quick, there was the potential that super powered Steve Rogers could still put him through a wall. He didn't want that.

"On your knees then, soldier," Tony said, his voice thick with lust.

Steve might be flexible but there was still an easy way to do this.

Honestly, he didn't want his first time to be a bad experience either so even if he wasn't being terribly patient at the moment, he understood the need to at least take it a little slow.

Orders were nice. Definitely. Tony was hitting buttons he didn't even know existed. What he thought about when he did this was someone taking control, full control, from him. Manhandling him, pinning him down, giving him orders. He gave enough of them himself that sometimes he wanted to not be responsible for what happened.

He shifted without protest to his knees, his erection thick and heavy and already dropping as he turned over. He presented himself to Tony and did his best to relax.

"How's this?" He breathed, eyes glittering as he teased him.

Men and women looked more or less the same from behind and that helped. Of course, Steve didn't have the curves Tony associated with women. And there was something more between his legs, but it wasn't an issue. Not right now. He'd gotten over it with the whole jerking off thing.

Tony moved his hands up Steve's spine and took hold of his hips. He tugged him back and down, Tony was on the short side after all. When they were lined up, he tried to be a little more patient with probing with his fingers but, honestly, he couldn't help but move the process along a little.

Needless to say, condoms were involved. Tony was gentle, but hurried just the same. It wasn't until he found himself buried in a newly deflowered Captain America that he could finally breathe.

He missed the heat of another person.

He pressed back into Tony's hands, incredibly responsive, and shifted as he was directed. Steve was big all over and he knew it. He was more than willing to adapt to what Tony needed to make this work.

Condoms were fine by him. He couldn't say he was clean but he didn't think it was an issue either.

His hands tightened in the sheets as Tony took him, stretching him in ways his fingers just didn't and he shifted slightly to adjust to the fullness. It felt good and his quiet groan would relay that to the older man.

Post AoU for starkingenuity

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