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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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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.

Sex was always a little good, even when it was bad. This was far from bad. Tony's brows furrowed as he leaned over Steve, not long enough in the torso to pressed his hand against the wall over his head, but he didn't need that much leverage. Steve's voice was a good encouragement and perhaps his natural toughness lowered the wait time for Tony to just let himself go.

He tilted back his head, skin slapping skin as he sheathed himself home inside of the lovely blond for a good two dozen thrusts. Pressing his knee to the underside of Steve's, Tony shifted the positions when he needed a moment to keep himself from breaking so soon. He left the Captain on his side and pulled his legs apart, resting one on his shoulder.

It gave him a deeper thrust and Tony took it, panting as he watched Steve's face.

Definitely far from bad, though Steve didn't have anything to compare it to, he was definitely enjoying himself. He rocked back against the thrusts, moaning and grunting encouragements. It burned a little at first but it didn't hurt and Steve didn't protest, he just took it.

He kept his hands away from himself even though it was definitely tempting to add stroking to the mix. If he did, he knew he wouldn't last and he wanted more.

Steve let himself be maneuvered into another position easily. He was flexible and it was no trouble at all to rest his leg on Tony's shoulder, not when the man could push so much deeper. His mouth fell open, eyes hazy with pleasure as they watched the older man's face back and he couldn't do much in the way meeting the thrusts but he did what he could.

"Tony--" he moaned again, though he really didn't have anything else to say.

Though it might seem like a dick move (pun probably intended), Tony was going to take care of himself first. He liked working his partners up, he liked it when they were always on the edge and blind with need, whining and gasping even as he came. He didn't bother to warn Steve. He took the blond's hand from the sheets and pressed it to his own chest so that he could feel those massive hands on his skin.

And he kept eye contact right up to and including when he broke. As he was groaning, as he was filling the tip of the condom, Tony reached between Steve's spread legs and jerked him off as quickly as he could, trying to get him to spasm around his cock just as he finished orgasming.

Maybe it was, but it felt fantastic, so again Steve didn't complain. He just whined and moaned, other hand scrabbling at the sheets as he tried get enough stimulation to send himself over the edge. He moved his hand against Tony's chest and watched him as he finally tipped over.

He inhaled, groaning as the other man took him in hand and he jerked his hips, desperate for his own release. It didn't take much before Steve was arching, clamping down around Tony as he spilled himself and moaned. His hips twitched instinctively before he settled against the bed, panting and trying to catch his breath.

That's what he had needed. Every moment of it from that morning's call to fix equipment to right now when he grabbed some tissues to wipe off his hand, pull out of his Captain and collapse next to him on the bed was everything he'd needed.

Tony looked over the edge of his shoulder and Steve and, bending his arm at the elbow, rested his knuckles against the wide expanse of muscular chest. Half of his mouth curled into a smile.

"Did you have any idea how sexy you are? No. I'm being serious. Shit."

He smiled in return, raising one hand to press against Tony's briefly, before he dropped it again.

"I have some idea," he told him with a smile. "Though I try not to think about it too much." It made him a little uncomfortable. He was still used to being that skinny kid from Brooklyn sometimes. "But I'm glad you like what you see."

"What I felt wasn't bad either," Tony chuckled and closed his eyes. He was exhausted for a variety of reasons. The dreams Wanda left him with hadn't let him sleep much at all. But he felt... Better.

Maybe that was normal after mind blowing sex. He wasn't going to argue the point. Tony flopped over on his side, studying Steve for a few long moments. He wasn't really a cuddler.

"Up for a nap?"

He huffed out a laugh and he wasn't in the mood to go anywhere. He was probably going to be sore later. It was something he hadn't experienced but he felt like it would be a good reminder of Tony and it wouldn't last long either. He healed quickly.

Steve studied him back and nodded, "I could definitely use a nap."

Tony wasn't the only one not sleeping well. He was typically a cuddler but if that wasn't in the older man's interests, he would deal.

Tony wouldn't likely say anything if Steve put his arms around him but the older man wasn't going to initiate that particular touch. He stayed where he was, brushing against Steve's chest with his knuckles, bumping his knees to Steve's thighs, and seemed contented by that once he had pulled the covers up and took care of the condom.

He didn't feel much like getting up for a shower, he could do that later. His body was far more contented this way, a pleasant weight in the bed beside him again.

It was what Pepper had become, he knew. Just someone there. He didn't blame her for leaving him.

If he knew the other man better, if they were actually dating, he wouldn't hesitate. He didn't feel like either of them really needed it at the moment. The random touching was enough for him. He helped Tony pull up the blankets and settle in.

Steve reached out his own hand just to rest on Tony's hip and eyed the man quietly for a moment before he said, "You're right. You do have good hands."

Tony opened just one eye at first, the moment Steve put that hand on his hip. He didn't say anything about that, but he did grin at what the younger man said. "And you're incredibly flexible. I'm glad we can trust each other on our talents," he teased, lightly shifting his hand so that his knuckles grazed over Steve's chest, back and forth, half a dozen times.

He was comfortable. Sleep came without much warning. It might be the middle of the afternoon, but it would be the best sleep he had gotten in a long time.

"Yes, that's important," he smiled, because trust was one of the most important things. There was no way around it. He knew Tony was teasing but there was more to this than just whether they were being honest with one another about their 'talent'.

It took Steve a little longer than Tony to drift off and he just stared at the older man quietly, before he closed his eyes to let his own sleep take him. Having the warm weight of someone else beside him was wonderful and it kept the nightmares at bay. Finally. He needed the rest.

Tony lost track of time. He was forever doing that, though generally it was because he was working. In a way, he was working, and productively. He'd never slept better in the last two days than he had with Steve. Sex, food, naps-- what else was there to do?

Oh. Right. The equipment he had originally been called to fix...

Tony was deep inside of Steve, the captain on his back with his legs in the air, when Friday interrupted them. "Boss, as requested, I'm to remind you when the Captain's leave it over? Five minutes and counting down."

Hands around each of Steve's ankles, Tony groaned in annoyance and agony. "You've got to be... Kidding... Shit..!"

Honestly, he wasn't thinking of the equipment. Steve was actually enjoying his leave for the first time since he was pulled out of the ice. This was fun, so much fun, and he wasn't thinking about that equipment he brought over either.

Steve was focused primarily on how Tony was going to end up fucking him next.

Friday distracted they both and he groaned too, flexing around Tony because he could. "Don't even think you're not finishing this," Steve told the older man. He wanted to end his leave on a high note here.

"Get the quinjet fueled," Tony called to his assistant before he released Steve's legs and leaned over him instead to continue his slow and steady thrusting. Hands smoothed out over thick pectoral muscles as he leaned into the heat of it, sweat dripping from his nose. They really had been getting a whole lot of cardio. A whole lot.

Tony licked at the sweat on Steve's neck, chuckling. "You don't leave a soldier behind right?" he grunted, hand wrapping around the Captain's cock with a tight, quick squeeze.

His legs immediately wrapped around the man's waist. Slow and steady was new for them, but Steve liked it. The slow build up of pleasure, the rising need--oh yeah, drawing it out was fun. How could it not be? Tony knew what he was doing and after this, Steve was pretty sure he would do pretty well at it too.

Steve appreciated the work out. He needed to make up for the lack of gym time.

"Right," he agreed with a groan, hips jerking upward into the man's hand, though they were torn about doing that and meeting Tony's thrusts.

At least Steve was extremely flexible. Tony liked to kiss him, he had since the Captain had pinned him to the wall and turned teasing into whatever they had become now. It was about to end and Tony didn't want it to. He moved slowly now as if he could extend the time they were together. He was about to go back to being alone in this bed, alone in this Tower penthouse.

"Don't come yet," Tony groaned into Steve's mouth. He was trying holding onto water as it ran between the cracks in his fingers. He was already too close to the edge to hold back anyway.

A shame. What a shame it was to lose this.

Very flexible, like he'd said, and so long as it felt good he didn't care how he has to bend. Tony had a plethora of positions in his head and they took advantage of it. Nothing that quite hit the rest of the buttons the man's orders did earlier. Steve would have to actually tell him what he wanted for that probably and he wasn't ready for that.

He didn't want to go back to being in his tiny little bed alone either.

"Do my best," he panted, groaning back and oh that order made him tingle too. It was not helping. Not helping at all. Steve was fighting it and hard but Tony was relentless and even he couldn't do the impossible. "Don't know how long I can hold off."

It wouldn't matter for long. Tony was already starting to seize up and his entire body clenched just before he came, angry at himself. He really ought to be too tired for all of this sex. He had lost count how much he and Steve had had in the last two and a half days but he was down a box of condoms already.

Tony moved his mouth from Steve's and breathed quietly against the shell of his ear. The moment Steve started to come, Tony eased off on the pressure and found himself nuzzling the blond's neck.

He felt the older man come, even with the condom, he could feel the way he tensed and arched. Steve didn't know how much sex they had either. He wasn't keeping track. He knew it felt good and he was young enough it barely phased him.

It didn't take much more for Steve to spill over either. His hands dug into Tony's back as cried out, arching against the older man and gasping for breath as he collapsed back to the bed. His head tilted into the nuzzling and he partially returned it, his eyes half-lidded as he basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

"That was good," he breathed. "Really good."

"Shh," he eased, not rolling off as he had before until he was too soft to stay inside of Steve. He just stayed for as long as he could, fingers fisting into blond hair as he closed his eyes and composed himself.

It wasn't until he was in the bathroom, washing his hands, with Friday telling him that the plane had been ready for over twenty minutes now that Tony really had to collect himself.

Gay chicken ended with two and a half days of mind blowing sex. It was over. He just had to come to grips with that.

He was dressed when he returned to the blond in jeans he had been wearing earlier that day for breakfast and in his most nonchalant voice commented something about Fury probably missing his prized Avenger.

Acting like he didn't care didn't mean he didn't. He was going to miss sleeping well. That was all.

He still didn't move until Tony actually got up and even then it was just to pull a blanket over himself. This was an interesting two days and he would be lying if he said he wouldn't miss it. Having someone next to him as he slept... it was great.

Steve kept trying to convince himself he didn't want a stable life but then moments like this happened and he wasn't sure anymore. He dragged a hand over his face as he sat up.

"Fury can wait until I've had a shower," Steve said with an amused smile and collected his clothing before he went to do just that. Coming back smelling of sex was not a great move. He only took ten minutes, tops, before he was back.

"We'll sort out what to do with the equipment once you're finished," he told him, almost reluctantly as he turned to go for the Quinjet.

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