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I Could Do This All Day
Sweat was beading down Steve’s forehead as he tore into the punching bag he had become so used to taking out his frustrations on. He was the team's leader, which made him feel extra responsible, when there’s turmoil within the team - and extra embarrassed, when it's between him and Tony. Everyone saw Tony as a leader as well of course, they had been frequently referred to as ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ by others on the team and even some agents at S.H.I.E.L.D. Steve didn’t want to get into who was which because consequently, he and Tony had already argued about it once. It seemed like they were arguing more and more these days and even though Steve was in the center of it and even started some of it, he couldn’t really understand why. Which leads to why Steve was in the gym now, beating the shit out of the punching bag and murmuring to himself.
The argument had started over nothing really, they had just got back from a successful mission and Steve had sat down to fill out his reports. Tony was hitting up the tower bar and pouring drinks for everyone to ‘celebrate a job well done’ as he put it.
“Spangles do you wanna stop being responsible for long enough to celebrate with the rest of us? Do you have some sort of fetish for paperwork that we need to discuss?” Tony commented from the bar already half way into his drink. Steve sighed and rolled his eyes to himself before glancing that way.
Tony was now sitting on the bar lounging back, martini glass in hand. Steve couldn’t help but notice how good he always looked, how relaxed and put together he always framed himself to be. It set something off inside him though, he couldn’t understand it but he knew part of it was agitating him under his skin in a way he couldn’t shake. “Someone has to be responsible and do the paperwork Stark.”
“Bruce will you please tell the uh ‘star spangled man with a plan’ here that I stopped listening halfway through whatever incredibly boring thing that he was saying,” Tony snarked to Bruce who then just looked at Steve with eyes that said ‘please don't involve me in this again’. Steve stayed silent and tried to let the building feeling in his stomach dissolve. Tony always knew how to get under his collar and rile him up which is something Steve used to pride himself in never allowing to happen.
“It is the burden of leadership truly when one must balance responsibility and fun!” Thor announces smashing his finished drink to the ground.
“This guy gets it,” Tony drunkenly points to Thor despite the fact he was only half agreeing with him. “Captain Virginity over here is too good for us though,” He downs another shot and saunters towards where Steve is sitting. Tony plops himself on the table damn near on top of the aforementioned paper work that he had been working on. “Come on Stevie, have a sip,” He leans over to Steve, already a little glassy-eyed from drinking and touches the glass to Steve’s lips.
Steve feels like he’s frozen in time, the cool glass touching his lips, Tony practically on top of him, everyone’s eyes trained on them. Steve feels his face begin to flush and the nagging feeling in his stomach turns upside down. It triggers his fight or flight and he jumps up out his seat spilling the drink down his shirt slightly and nearly losing his perfect balance. Embarrassed and red faced he grabs Tony up by the collar and brings their faces inches apart, “Do you wanna go, Stark?”
He was already regretting this, but between the smell of liquor and sweat between them and Tony’s surprised but smug and satisfied look on his face, his stomach was doing cartwheels.
Then Tony just had to say his line, “Oh, I could do this all day.”
Shit eating grinned plastered all over his face despite how Steve had him by the collar and was seething in his face. Steve wanted nothing more than to wipe it off and have the cocky bastard look embarrassed and vulnerable beneath him. It made him feel crazy and the turning in his stomach was moving lower than he was comfortable with.
“Guys come on,” Bruce started to interject but his words fell on deaf ears as the blood rushed from Steve’s head. He was tired of Tony always one-upping him and leaving him the one embarrassed or blushing or walking away. This time he looked once more into that smug drunk face, then smirked himself. Tony's eyes twitched in confusion before Steve lifted the smaller man by the collar and pinned him up against the wall behind them. This time Tony actually looked surprised, his face was flush, and his brown eyes were wide and waiting as he looked up at Steve looming over him.
It was the reaction that Steve had wanted but he didn’t expect it to look so… wanting.
The room fell silent for a half second too long but alarms were going off in Steve’s head and his stomach was doing the full on Can-can. He leaned down once more to frustratingly growl in Tony’s ear, “Meet me in the gym. Ten minutes.”
With that he released him and instantly b-lined for the door, paperwork long forgotten.
Thinking over the situation in the gym had his heart rate up, he was punching senselessly at the bag wishing more than anything he could shake this feeling. It was starting to burn and itch at his skin and it got worse around Tony.
Tony…
Steve kicks the punching bag and it goes flying off the chain and into the wall, “Woah.” A small voice comments from across the room. Steve looks up to see Tony leaning against the door-frame, looking surprisingly sheepish. “Look let me just apologize Cap so you don’t gotta go destroying more of your punching bags okay, Listen I never meant to rile you up so bad..,” Tony rambled on still not meeting Steve’s eyes. It was kind of adorable to see him be flustered and not know what to say for once. “It’s just God you make it so easy! And you look really hot when you’re mad, but then Bruce chewed me out for always starting things and now Natasha is threatening to drop me naked in the middle of Siberia if I don’t come smooth things over so here I am smooooothing things ya know?”
Steve’s stomach was back to doing cartwheels, “You think I’m hot?”
Tony coughed and looked up at Steve wide-eyed, “Did I say hot? Ha what I mean to say is warm ya know? You always get all red and flustered and it's funny to see you like that. Do you accept my apology or are we fighting?” Tony was sputtering over his words and slowly backing up as Steve came closer. Steve was starting to realize that he knew exactly what these feelings were and the butterflies in his stomach were coming together like a symphony. It had been a long time since he had feelings for someone so strongly, especially another man. He walked closer until he backed Tony up against the boxing ring, putting his hands on the ropes on either side of Tony. No where to run now. “Big man in a suit of armor,” Steve smirked and leaned down to whisper into Tony’s ear. “Take all of that off and you’re just a brat needing tamed aren’t you?”
A shiver ran up Tony’s spine and for a moment the great Tony Stark was truly speechless. He had been dreaming about this moment for a long time now, crushing on Steve like a child still listening to his fathers stories. He wasn’t just a story anymore though. It’s why Tony had been giving the good Captain such a hard time recently. The feelings were eating away at him and he wanted Steve to snap and put him back in his place. “What would you know about that, Old timer?” He scoffed but the growing smirk on Steve’s face did not waiver.
“I might be an old dog but I still know a few tricks,” Steve grinned at the smaller man beneath him. He enjoyed watching Tony squirm for once and try to think of another retort to throw. Tony rolled his eyes half-heartedly but Steve was close enough to feel his heart racing just below the soft humming of the arc reactor on his chest. “What’s wrong Tony? Cat got your tongue?” Steve’s grin turned shit eating and Tony's face grew redder by the second as he continued whispering softly into his ear. He bit down ever so slightly on the smaller man's earlobe and heard the most beautiful moan he’s ever gotten the pleasure of causing.
“Ooo fuck…,” Tony whimpered. Steve let out a full body chuckle at the reaction.
“Steve you’re killing me man are we fighting here or what’s happening,” Tony’s voice cracked. He was trying desperately to keep it together but Steve was practically on top of him, leaned down with hot breath and teeth and against his ear and neck. The smell alone was more intoxicating than all the liquor he had combined and it was starting to affect him as his pants felt tighter by the moment.
“I wanna forgive you Tony but,” Steve said softly, finally staring him in the eyes but Tony looked away quickly. He grabbed Tony’s face softly by the chin and forced his attention back forward. “Don’t you think you oughta be punished for giving your team leader so much trouble these past few weeks?” Steve’s eyes darkened and Tony’s grew wide, the blush on his cheeks had spread like wildfire sparking his whole body ablaze. Steve’s normally crystal blue eyes were dark with lust as he took slow deep breaths to control himself, his grip on the ropes tightening.
“W-well I mean uh,” Tony stammered and Steve chuckled again.
“Jarvis, lock the doors.” Steve commanded and you nothing but the distinct *click* of the doors locking shut. Steve took a few steps back from Tony who was now practically half sitting in the boxing ring looking up at him with fear and excitement. Steve didn’t really like it about himself but he wasn’t sure which one turned him on more. Steve leaned back against a table for a second and just watched Tony to see what he would do. He was squirming and playing with the ropes on the ring but Steve knew it wouldn’t be long before the pressure got to him.
“So uh what kind of punishment are we talking about here? Is daddy gonna spank me or am I just getting this silent treatment that I’m getting right now,” Tony finally snarked. His full power of shit talking was not behind it though, Steve could tell he was getting antsy. Steve just raised a pointed eyebrow at him like a dare, a dare to see how big a hole he could dig for himself.
“Is that what you want, little one?” He asked innocently, cocking his head to the side, eyebrows raised. Tony gulped. Steve pushed himself up off the table he was leaned on and Tony jumped up like he’d been burned. “Do you want a big, strong, daddy to punish you hmm, to spank that tight little ass until it’s as bright red as that shiny suit of yours?” Steve was now circling him like a hawk, staring Tony down with a look of lust and amusement. It made Tony feel embarrassed, ashamed, and so fucking turned on, and the tent in his pants had become increasingly noticeable as time went on adding to his shame. Steve could see so clearly how flustered and submissive Tony had become just from his words and it was turning him on immensely.
Steve stopped his circling behind the younger man and snaked his arm around Tony’s waist and traveled downward. “Answer me, Tony,” Steve commanded softly but firmly into Tony’s ear. “I wanna hear you.” Steve’s hand finally grazed just past the growing erection in Tony’s pants and he started spluttering and crying, “Oh my god Steve yes please, I’m so sorry please do whatever you want to me just do it now please.”
Steve smiled like he just won the lottery. Submissive and begging was a good look for Tony Stark but he would be damned if anyone else got to see this.
Chuckling darkly he whispered, “I could do this all day.”