Leave it to Steve to focus on that instead of on Tony’s displeasure that this is ending. When things end, that’s when the brain picks them apart. And that’s not good by a long shot. Tony knows his mind and he knows that euphoria isn’t going to cover up his guilt. Steve had said he’s been attracted to Tony since they met, but Tony can’t say the same. He’d been too busy being so painfully petty— And he’s been with Pepper. He’s always been with Pepper save right before Steve backstabbed him to be with the man he loved.
Tony clearly remembers laying in his suit, propped up and useless, ribs broken and breastbone crushed, every single breath agony, and wanting to be Bucky Barnes. Crazy Manchurian Candidate and all.
He wanted Steve to fight that hard for him. And now here they are. And Steve’s like a pussy cat, young and wide eyed in post-coital vulnerability. Tony feels guilty about that too. He started this. Or maybe they both had. It’s not like he waved his dick in Steve’s face.
So he needs a minute here. He needs to weld all of his thoughts back together. “First you go and clean up. And bring me a towel too. And then you come back here and we play rock-paper-scissors on who’s making the trip to the pharmacy.” He can’t call room service for them. The people downstairs will talk and if it gets back to Pepper that he could be cheating, he’ll ruin something good for himself. “And you lay next to me. In the wet spot.” Obviously. “And you touch me. And I touch you. And we talk about this. But you don’t ever say thank you unless you’ve paid for it. And you never say you love someone even if you do. Everyone is a little in love after sex.”
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Date: 2018-06-29 10:32 pm (UTC)Tony clearly remembers laying in his suit, propped up and useless, ribs broken and breastbone crushed, every single breath agony, and wanting to be Bucky Barnes. Crazy Manchurian Candidate and all.
He wanted Steve to fight that hard for him. And now here they are. And Steve’s like a pussy cat, young and wide eyed in post-coital vulnerability. Tony feels guilty about that too. He started this. Or maybe they both had. It’s not like he waved his dick in Steve’s face.
So he needs a minute here. He needs to weld all of his thoughts back together. “First you go and clean up. And bring me a towel too. And then you come back here and we play rock-paper-scissors on who’s making the trip to the pharmacy.” He can’t call room service for them. The people downstairs will talk and if it gets back to Pepper that he could be cheating, he’ll ruin something good for himself. “And you lay next to me. In the wet spot.” Obviously. “And you touch me. And I touch you. And we talk about this. But you don’t ever say thank you unless you’ve paid for it. And you never say you love someone even if you do. Everyone is a little in love after sex.”