“By looking pie-eyed and confused by whatever nickname the other me has deemed to call him?” Tony remembers fondly the way that they met. There’s allowed to be fondness in the end, even if there had been no fondness at the start. “Or are you going to try to have him head Loki off at the pass?”
There’s a small thrill of knowing that someone just like him is about to meet someone else who will be so important in his life. He doesn’t hate the younger man, he doesn’t wish him any harm really, and despite appearances, what’s to come really isn’t personal.
“I guess,” he continues, enjoying the way Steve is so casually affectionate, “as long as the head is figurative and not a performance piece, I can’t really complain.” He runs his thumb along the edge of Steve’s lower lip before he turns, encouraging the blond to spoon him. Tony has come a long way in a very short amount of time. From flinching at Steve’s touch to wanting to be wrapped up in it, he’s not the same man that walked into the last hotel with the blond.
He isn’t about to start singing about sexual healing but it’s got its roots there, he’s pretty sure.
“Let’s spend tomorrow making our nest egg and then you can go on a date with an earlier Stark vintage and see why a little aging makes for a smoother finish.” That makes his shoulder shake, pale, barely visible to most people scars actually catching the light. “Just don’t give him any ideas. Barnes is going need you. Not you-you— Stark won’t want to share if he finds out how good this is.”
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There’s a small thrill of knowing that someone just like him is about to meet someone else who will be so important in his life. He doesn’t hate the younger man, he doesn’t wish him any harm really, and despite appearances, what’s to come really isn’t personal.
“I guess,” he continues, enjoying the way Steve is so casually affectionate, “as long as the head is figurative and not a performance piece, I can’t really complain.” He runs his thumb along the edge of Steve’s lower lip before he turns, encouraging the blond to spoon him. Tony has come a long way in a very short amount of time. From flinching at Steve’s touch to wanting to be wrapped up in it, he’s not the same man that walked into the last hotel with the blond.
He isn’t about to start singing about sexual healing but it’s got its roots there, he’s pretty sure.
“Let’s spend tomorrow making our nest egg and then you can go on a date with an earlier Stark vintage and see why a little aging makes for a smoother finish.” That makes his shoulder shake, pale, barely visible to most people scars actually catching the light. “Just don’t give him any ideas. Barnes is going need you. Not you-you— Stark won’t want to share if he finds out how good this is.”