“On the bed.” They could be talking about the plan, the tone was so conversational and so matter of fact. They could be talking about a television show or an article on a website. They could be discussing the finer points of the Coke versus Pepsi debate. Tony crosses his legs at the ankle, shifting s little to get comfortable. No big deal, right?

He can and has been reading Steve’s body language with a mental notepad at the ready, recording details on each reaction he sees. The big picture isn’t quite apparent yet, which makes this puzzle so worthwhile. That, more than their strange, off beat relationship or the lengths that they need to go through to save the universe, has his mind ticking like an atomic clock. Precise. Incessant.

Tony lifts his head so that both of his arms can be used to leverage his upper body at a slightly more acute angle, providing himself the visual stimulation he can’t help but enjoy. Most men, he imagines, likes to watch their dick disappear into the mouth of another person and Tony is no different there. In order to achieve that goal, however, Tony needs to rid himself of his boxers.

Or, more accurately, he needs to have Steve do it for him.

“At ease, Soldier,” he teases in a direction for Steve to take his hands out of the picture entirely. “And double time on undressing me. It’s going to be light soon and I don’t have voice automated blinds here.”