starspangledspandex | 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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He smirked, tossing his shirt over the chair with his pants and then coming over to Tony. He looked like a god and sometimes he felt like it. Other times, he was still that skinny kid from Brooklyn and he just didn't know what to do with a body that looked like this.

Steve stops, just out of reach, eyes sly as he asks, "Is this close enough?"

"Not even the ballpark," Tony said, more come-hither than he had meant to be. He wasn't use to these sorts of games but oh, he was starting to really like them. A lot. "There's no reason to be standing. See, this is the point of the bigger bed."

He laughed again, then crawled into the bed, raising an eyebrow at the older man.

"Isn't the point of bed for you to be resting?" he asked, because Tony was still injured and he wasn't going to forget that the man was supposed to be recovering.

"I am resting," Tony murmured, lifting a hand lightly to gently stroke his fingers across the other man's ribs. "Just come and rest with me."

It was a little too romantic for Tony's usual stance but he enjoyed the sweet way Steve could look at him when they were close.

Steve was feeling surprisingly playful which was a terrible mood to be in when the man he was dating was laid up in bed. He tilted his head, settling next to him, but his hand wandered across Tony's thigh to cup the man through his underwear.

"What about this?"

"That does seem to be refusing to rest," Tony agreed cheekily, laughing a little as he felt Steve stretch out against him. The man was overly warm, but now, as before, he didn't really seem to mind that. Tony's hand traced up and over the Captain's smooth chest, though he didn't take his own shirt off. He was bruised everywhere, more than just that still swollen eye and split lip. He'd rather not have Steve deal with that when the rest was so much more fun. "If you think you can be careful, you should kiss me now."

Of course, Steve wasn't going to let Tony fade away after his first strip tease. It seemed like such a waste. He leaned in, carefully, to kiss Tony as the man told him to and he didn't touch the older man much at all.

...except the hand still fondling him through his underwear.

Yeah, it hurt, but that was okay. He'd done things that hurt him before and at least there was a lingering tingle after that caused him to sink further into the mattress. He wrapped his arms around Steve more fully, glad that there was nothing bruised about his crotch area, and opened his mouth for him. Tony wasn't exactly yielding, but he absolutely was enjoying. Steve could play rescue ranger and still turn him on.

What the hell was happening to him?

He didn't have to yield. Steve just wanted him to be comfortable and he would try to avoid pressing on anything that was injured. It was a feat easier said than done but he was going to do his best here. He kept kissing him as rubbed Tony through his underwear and then his hand wandered upward, finding the hem of them to pull them down, freeing the man's growing erection.

There really was no better way to relax than a handjob. Tony was utterly sure of that now that he had an eager young lover pressed against him. Each kiss was sweet and slow and Tony pressed his fingers along muscle and into hair as he groaned and sighed against Steve's lips.

For all of the strength behind that hand and jaw, Steve was playing it safe and considering what a mass of bruises he was, Tony appreciated that.

He huffed slightly as he grew in Steve's hand and licked at his upper lip until he dissolved into the rhythm. There was no great build up to the end, just something slow and perfect. Just what he needed.

Steve knew what he was doing in this department and he wasn't going to explain how but that part was pretty easy to figure out. It helped when it came down to not hurting Tony and he felt like slow and steady was the best way to keep things relaxed. They weren't in any hurry here.

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Why are you so gorgeous Evans?

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