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alphalogs2017-01-29 11:17 am
- adam parrish [the raven cycle],
- alcide herveaux [true blood],
- allison argent [teen wolf],
- cisco ramon [the flash],
- clint barton [mcu],
- derek hale [teen wolf],
- emma swan [once upon a time],
- gracie cannell [original],
- isabelle lightwood [shadowhunters],
- lydia martin [teen wolf],
- oliver queen [arrow],
- primrose everdeen [the hunger games],
- ronan lynch [the raven cycle],
- steve rogers [mcu],
- tony stark [mcu],
- zatanna zatara [young justice]
Daycycle 124 [January 29 - February 4]
daycycle 124
[Jan 29 - Feb 4]
[OOC Plotting for this Dacycle can be found here.]
Early Morning [0800 - 0900] — All Troubleshooters Report for Duty
No Specials will be selected for a mission today.
Morning & Afternoon [0900 - 1600] — Service Firm Positions
All Troubleshooters not assigned a mission should report to their Service Firm for their daily duties.
At 0900, Allison Argent will be reassigned to Armed Forces' Very Special Forces firm under Steve Rogers.
At 1300, VIOLET judge Bethany Abbott will be discovered dead in her chambers. Her death will ultimately be ruled murder by poisonous gas. Mind Control will immediately begin running coverage on her accomplishments, including the controversial decision less than a week ago to drop the treason charges against Oliver Queen and Parker and return them to Alpha. Once again, the letters "MOD" will be found at the crime scene. This time carved across Abbott's desk underneath her slumped body.
Gracie Cannell will be pulled from her blog to cover the breaking news due to her Special status.
News of the murder will spread like wildfire across Alpha, inciting fear in higher clearance citizens because VIOLET citizens were believed to be untouchable. In lower clearance citizens, the event will be enough to get ASS vocal again. Within hours there will be anti-special messages spray painted across Alpha.
Evening [1600 - 2200] — Citizen Improvement
All Alpha citizens are encouraged to better themselves through Alpha’s wide variety of educational, entertainment and cultural opportunities offered each evening. Attending these sanctioned events are not mandatory, but is highly encouraged by The Computer. Citizens choosing not to take advantage of these opportunities, have a growing number of other options available to them in how to spend their hard earned credits and free time.
Tonight’s event will be at 1800 in the Wagon Wheel, floor 25, Room H and will be held by the Extreme Ironing Club. This group is for those Alpha citizens who can't get their uniforms wrinkle-free enough. (Though anyone who may attend this incredibly boring sounding meeting, will actually find an established Free Enterprise dice game in progress instead.)
During the dinner rush, at 1900 a group of twenty ASS members in masks and armed with steel bars will form a brief demonstration in the Commissary in which they chant "Down with Specials." If there happens to be any Specials present in the Commissary at that time, they will attack them with malice.
Alpha Curfew Restrictions
All Alpha citizens should be in their quarters within the Wagon Wheel by 2200, unless they’ve been given permission from a GREEN or higher clearance level citizen. Sleeping Aid gas is dispelled each night in the Wagon Wheel at 2200 to assist citizens in getting a productive sleeping period.
Confession Booths
There are hundreds of confession booths available around Alpha Complex if a citizen would like to communicate directly with the computer. Please use these confession booths to report mission statuses, report treason or terrorist acts, unregistered mutants, confess your trespasses against Alpha Complex, request propaganda or speak with Your Friend, The Computer, at any time.
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Already knowing that lifting himself up onto the counter would be a good idea right now - especially because he has a feeling that Steve would probably suggest he should just go rest on the couch instead, if he were to see how much the pull up motion would hurt - Tony uses the chair as a one-step ladder without even really thinking twice about it. Pressing the rice against his side again, he just watches Steve move along the kitchen, and he finds himself grinning once again when Steve admits that he had started preparing their dinner since that night, three nights ago.
"It's good to know I'm not the only one that was left thinking about you after you left." Despite how smug he may look as he speaks, his voice is soft. Honest. And it really is the truth; seeing Steve just once a day for a few minutes at a time isn't exactly easy. Which he understands why it can't be more often, but still. Considering this stage in their relationship, where they're learning more about each other and everything is so new, it's hard to just watch him walk away every night after only a brief time together. Which is why, despite what happened earlier, it's nice to be here with him. Just...sharing this. Together.
His eyes shift down to the container as Steve tilts it in his direction, and he all but pauses when he sees what's inside. "You...made pasta?"
His voice sounds surprised, as if it's due to the fact that Steve made real pasta in this place, but deep down there's also another meaning to it. One that he won't admit to Steve, at least not any time soon, because he doesn't really talk about his mother, and he doesn't want to admit that homemade pasta is something so close to his heart thanks to her that his heart feels like it gets squished for a moment. And not only that, but considering the secret that nearly tore him and Steve apart... Yeah, no. He's not going there.
Instead, he just huffs out a quiet chuckle under his breath. "That's pretty impressive. I had no idea you were such a good chef."
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He wants to spend more time together too. He feels an aching in his heart every time he leaves Tony’s room at night, like he wishes he could’ve stayed longer, but until someone tells him otherwise, Steve doesn’t actually know the difference between what’s appropriate and what isn’t. He grew up at a time in which, if Howard was still around, Steve might’ve actually asked his permission to take Tony out for the first time. A time in which, no matter how much you liked a girl, even Bucky wouldn’t have stayed over night. Heck, they didn’t even have some place overnight to stay. They didn’t even have cars; couldn’t afford them.
Even if they didn’t live in this crazy dystopian underground, if everything was normal and the world didn’t need saving, Steve couldn’t even fathom trying to spending all day together — someone else needs to bring it up, to tell him that it’s not only possible but actually quite normal these days. Because despite how open the 21st century was, the Hollywood depiction of actual romance hasn’t actually changed that much. So Steve’s still under the impression that he likes Tony, unless they’re also working together, the time they spend with each other should be dates, or something similar with a set beginning and a set end. That at the end of the night, it’s his job to get Tony home safe, and not to spend it in his arms.
“I’ll let you reserve that compliment for after you taste the food,” he answers, his lips curling into a lop-sided smile in response.
Thanks to Tony body, the tomatoes are well on their way to defrosting. They’re certainly soft enough to cut, which Steve does, horizontally, after he gets out a knife and cutting board. Then, he grates them down into much smaller pieces and throws them into the saucepan. The rest is just a matter of managing the two items on the stove. When to salt the water and put in the pasta, compared with when the sauce would be ready. The latter takes a little more work though, and Steve throws in what oils and spices he’s been able to get in this place, and later mixes in some tomato paste, which was readily in stock since it’s a canned good. The real victory here, is that Steve had even managed to get real garlic.
At some point, things start to actually smell amazing, and Steve dips a spoon into the saucepan to get a sample. It’s still a little steamy when he brings it over to Tony to try, and Steve has one hand cupped beneath the spoon just to make sure nothing drips onto the floor. “You’re up Tony. Taste?”
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For now, though, he's enjoying this. Which is surprising even to him, to enjoy this level of domesticity that he's not particularly used to, and he's trying to just savor it for as long as it lasts.
Watching Steve move along the kitchen, he smiles faintly as he rests one hand on the counter to more or less prop himself up, and the other one to continue pressing the rice against his body. And, despite his crappy eating schedule, he feels his appetite growing as he cooks. It really does smell amazing, which is why, when Steve offers him a taste, he grins. "Yep, I'm ready for my part."
And, sure enough, the sauce is as delicious as it smells. With a hum of approval, he nods. "That is amazing. So do I get to call you a good chef now?"
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But this, actually cooking again, and with Tony in the kitchen with him, Steve could never have imagined that he'd get to experience something like this. It feels like a nostalgic sort of sweet and he rarely gets the chance to remember that feeling.
There's a moment when, as he stands between Tony's dangling legs, watching him contemplating the sauce, Steve wonders what life would be like if they could do this all the time — but he pushes that thought aside before he can want it too much. He knows that won't be possible and that he can't resign himself to a life filled with only personal happiness. Tony probably can't either.
But all of that doesn't make this moment any less sweet.
"As long as you keep expectations low," he says, lowering the empty spoon as he grins. "Three more dates and you'll have tasted everything I know how to cook."
With the sauce simmering and the pasta in the pot, Steve has a little time, so he lingers here for awhile, letting his fondness for Tony's presence temporarily soothe some of the tension he's been carrying for days. At some point, he lets out a breath, and as much as Steve wants to lean his forehead down against Tony's shoulder, he doesn't. Not tonight. Not when Tony just got a broken rib. Instead, he just gives him an affectionate grin before leaning in to kiss him again.
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...until Steve isn't moving, and Tony can't stop the soft smile growing on his face. It's probably a good thing that Steve takes the initiative to kiss him, only because otherwise Tony would be the one pulling him in. As it is, he lets the rice drop so he can loop his arm around his neck, just wanting this to linger. God, he just wants this night to never end.
As it is, when the kiss ends, Tony just leans his forehead against Steve's. Just breathing him in. Just absorbing this moment - the warmth of his body through his shirt, the sound of the pasta simmering, the sensation of having him this close... Tony wants to get lost in this moment for as long as he can, because he doesn't want to let go.
He knows he can't, though. For practicality reasons right now, anyway, considering he doesn't want to ruin the dinner that Steve is planning, and he moves the arm around his neck so he can rest his hand gently along the side of his neck before pressing a soft kiss against his forehead. "I'm looking forward to that," he finally says, answering his comment about tasting everything he knows by the third date.
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And it feels so perfect — the way the hot water boils into the air, raising the temperature in a place that’s usually feels so cold and unwelcoming — and the fragrance, mmhn smelling the fragrance of tomatoes and garlic almost makes this place feel like it could be a home. Like people actually live and cook and eat here. The only other time Steve’s felt that way was the day he made Tony breakfast.
The kiss on his forehead feels so sweet, and Steve has to wonder how it was ever possible for them to be fighting each other. He’d be willing to do almost anything to make sure that never happens again.
“Yeah?” He grins. “Me too.” A third date sounds fantastic, really, and as he listens for a moment at the sound of water boiling, Steve estimates he’s got about another minute before he should go check on the pasta. So he sets his spoon down on the counter and wraps his arms around Tony’s waist, careful to not put any pressure too high up.
“So,” he says, transparently playful, like what he’s about to say is going to be a tease. “How’s it feel to be taller than me?”
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But here, now, he's just...happy. Which, god, it's such a foreign concept, and has been a foreign concept for months now. It's screwed up, that he feels happy in a place that is more like a prison than anything else, but apparently he and Steve needed this to figure out their feelings for each other. Apparently they also needed this sense of 'it's now or never' to realize that they don't have all the time in the world to figure things out, that he couldn't be angry or resentful forever, and it just feels so damn good to be here. To have Steve this close. To feel his arms around his waist.
With a grin of his own, he pretends to think about it before leaning in to kiss his cheek as he brushes his thumb gently along the side of his neck. "It feels pretty damn good, actually. I wouldn't mind getting used to this view." His grin turns a little more sly than playful, and he wraps his legs around Steve to gently pull him in closer.
And, well, to give him an idea of how else they can do this. He already loves how Steve tends to kiss him as he presses him against the wall; straddling him like this wouldn't be hard for Tony at all.
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He said that to Tony once, a long time ago, and he'd meant it then. After Steve woke up from the ice, he'd felt lost in a way no one else could understand. How could he hope for stability when the very fabric of time had been pulled out from beneath his feet? How could he want a family ... when the person he'd wanted one with had already lived her life to the fullest?
But a lot has happened between now and then, and Steve isn't the same person that bid Tony farewell from the SHIELD compound over a year ago.
While it would take lot more for this century to feel like home, Steve's finally started to adjust to life within it. There are certain habits he'll never be rid of — like calling every dame he meets m'am — but there are other things he's comfortable with now that a few years ago, he never thought would be the case. And maybe that has nothing to do with the time period, but instead with time passing, and Steve getting a chance to discover who he is all over again.
When he thinks of family and stability now — especially as Tony's thumb brushes against his neck — those things no longer feel so out of reach. Still unattainable, maybe. But finally, Steve has stopped seeing family and stability as only remnants of the past.
It's why when Tony says that he likes the view, that he could get used to it, Steve can't stop grinning, and he can't seem to stop looking at Tony with a certain affection in his eyes. In fact, he gets dangerously close to saying something Steve knows no one should ever say on a first date-
But then he feels those legs wrapping around him and Steve breathes out a nervous yet tender laugh. No one's been allowed to have their legs around Steve like this before, that's for certain, but he can't help but notice that it feels a very comfortable kind of secure. And this time, when he tilts his chin up for another kiss, Steve can't help but realize that with Tony's legs wrapped around him, it would be so incredibly easy to pick Tony up right now.
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He tries not to think about it, though. Not right now, anyway. When Steve breathes out that laugh, his smile softens even more, and Tony lets go of the counter as he brings himself closer to Steve by now looping both arms around his neck. If for whatever reason Steve hadn't believed Tony's response earlier, or if he doubts how honest he's being, the look on his face says it all. How happy he feels right now - how wonderful this is. How he doesn't want to let go. If anything, when Steve tilts his chin, he takes his time and kisses him. It's not fast or rushed, but the desire for him is almost overwhelming.
The affection for him is definitely overwhelming.
Moving one of his hands, he gently plays with the short hairs at the nape of his neck, brushing his fingers softly against his skin as he lets out a quiet moan of pure pleasure at how genuinely perfect this feels.
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Steve doesn't know how this keeps happening, but he loses himself in Tony again — his sense of time and place displaced by the sheer sensation of how he's being kissed right now. There's a softness to it that isn't there when they're too busy trying to savor the few minutes they have with each other on a given night, and if Steve didn't know better, he'd think that this is how people kiss each other when they're in love.
One adoring kiss turns into two however, and it isn't until they gently break to breathe — their lips still brushing against each other's — that Steve opens his eyes again, and his lips part even further in awe when he remembers that he's supposed to be watching the pasta right now. He takes a deep breath in, breathing Tony in, before he exhales reluctantly.
"I don't want to stop," he says, his voice broken by the quiet laugh that's coming out at the same time. Another moment goes by, and Steve's arms just pull Tony just a touch closer as he starts to move his lips down to Tony's neck. Just one, soft kiss, two inches below his ear. "I should really go check on that pasta," he says, quietly and affectionately, before Steve starts to pull back. But even then it's slow and his hands linger.
The only thought that allows Steve to really break away, is that instead of the ten minutes a night they've been spending together lately because of how much he's been working, tonight they have the rest of the evening. It's only 20:00, nothing will be released into the air at 22:00, and he can already tell that he's going to ask Tony to stay the night. Steve'll give him his bed, just so he can have a comfortable space to heal.
He doesn't even bother to taste the pasta before taking it off the stove to drain — it's probably overcooked so he just needs to get it out of the water. A big cloud of steam escapes over the sink when Steve starts to pour. But the noodles are safe, kept inside by the lid he's using as a gatekeeper.
Then, after about another minute, he has almost everything ready. The pasta and sauce as slathered over each other in two bowls, still steaming as Steve goes to pull one last thing out of the fridge. This had been hard to find. He still isn't sure that it isn't some kind of imitation, because Steve has no idea if Alpha even has cows, but he'd tasted it after buying some, and it seemed right.
Parmesan cheese. There isn't a lot, but it's in those two to three inch strips, just like how bodegas sell them back home, and Steve sprinkles it over the bowls before pulling out their forks from a drawer.
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Unlike Steve, when they part, Tony's not thinking of the pasta. He's not even thinking of what happened in the Commissary, or what has been happening the last few days. He's just so wrapped up in the moment that he doesn't even think about anything other than Steve, and for a moment he's even ready to just kiss him again. But...then Steve is talking, and he mentions the food, and Tony breathes out a quiet chuckle under his breath. "Right, yeah."
If it wasn't for the fact that he knows how hard Steve must have worked to make the pasta, and the time he has been planning this for, Tony would be insisting on forgetting about eating. He would be jumping on him right about now, but he has to remind himself not to as he tries to find another comfortable spot on the counter. It's hard to, though, now that Steve isn't right there in front of him - because it feels like that warmth that had been settling into his chest is disappearing now that he's not there.
He doesn't complain, though, because he is thankful for the fact that Steve is making dinner for them. That he's being so considerate. Watching him work is fascinating in its own right, and he finds himself smiling a little to himself. God, what would it have been like to do this back home? To be together, to just...enjoy each other's company like this?
As Steve finishes the dishes, he pulls himself out of his own thoughts and climbs down the counter, moving so he can move towards him and kisses the back of his shoulder. "Smells great. I still can't believe you found all this food, by the way."
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After his assassination, Steve knew he couldn't do to Tony what he'd done to Peggy all those decades ago. The next time something dangerous happens, Steve doesn't want to spend his last moments alive wishing that he and Tony had spent more time together. That he'd been clearer about his feelings.
"Turns out, being GREEN comes with a few benefits."
The feeling of Tony at his shoulder makes Steve grin softly as he picks up the two bowls, one in each hand. When he turns back to Tony, he leans down for another kiss — it's safer this time, because he knows he can't stay this way if he's holding dinner simultaneously.
"C'mon. Let's eat."
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It gives him a sense of home that he hasn't felt since he arrived here. It takes him by surprise as the realization clicks and fully settles, but he doesn't let it show other than that warm look that crosses his face.
Once they finish and the dishes are cleared, Tony stretches out slightly. It's a careful movement, trying to get his sore muscles to unlock from how tight they feel even if he's as relaxed as he's going to get, and he keeps himself from wincing when the twinge on his side reminds him that, nope. Stretching is a bad, bad idea.
Reaching for Steve's hand, he gives it a gentle squeeze before pulling him in for a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you for dinner. It really was amazing, you're going to spoil me if you keep this up."
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It doesn't surprise him. If Steve got to see Tony like this back home, maybe things would have turned out a little different. Seeing a new side of Tony in Alpha is what had started Steve down this path, after all. And when he sees that warmth in Tony's smile, Steve only thinks of how happy he is that he pushed himself to do something that day in that hospital room.
When he gets pulled in by the hand for that kiss though, it feels like they're picking up right where they left off before dinner, and Steve grins when he hears what Tony has to say.
"Are you sure? Spoiling Tony Stark — didn't know anyone could rise to that challenge." He's only teasing though, it's apparent in the way that Steve's eyes are lighting up right now when they're this close again. But deep down, Steve will always be worried that he won't be able to give Tony the life he's used to, or the life he deserves. Especially here.
"But hey, I was thinkin'." His other hand moves and settles on Tony's hip. "Maybe you could stay here tonight? I've got a bigger bed, and you won't have to deal with roommates. I can sleep on the couch, I don't mind. And you'll heal a lot faster if you actually get some rest."
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Of course, the real him resurfaces on certain occasions. Like when he's actually comfortable around someone he trusts, or when he's in his element at work. Like when it's easy to breathe, knowing that he doesn't have to perform because there are no expectations.
And with Steve, it's easy to be. Despite all his old attempts to keep his guard up, to not let him in, Steve has gotten under his skin enough to make him feel comfortable enough to just be, and it's why it's easy to be himself. To be a version of Tony Stark that Steve is not used to, and his smile widens when Steve teases him. "That just means that you're doing a really good job at it."
It's not quite a tease, because it's the truth. It's what makes the edges of his words soften, his expression warm as he looks up at Steve while his hand rests on his hip.
His offer to let him stay here with him doesn't quite surprise him, which is why he doesn't really react in shock or anything similar to it, but he manages to keep himself from frowning when he offers to sleep on the couch. "If you don't mind me staying, then...yeah, I'll stay." Maybe he shouldn't, maybe it's too soon, but... "You don't have to stay on the couch, though." A beat. "I promise I'll behave, if that's what you're worried about."
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What happens next though, as Tony's final two sentences come through, puts Steve through a ride of emotions. It's stupid and he knows it, but for some reason, when he hears You don't have to stay on the couch, Steve thinks that Tony's gonna ask him to stay in ORANGE or something. But while he immediately recognizes the thought as not making much sense, it's the reason why his mind is a little distracted when Tony says I promise I'll behave. And then ...
There's just a flicker of confusion that flashes over his blue eyes as Steve processes, looking curiously into Tony's eyes as he says: "Behave ... what do you me-" Suddenly, he shuts up completely, because oh. Oh.
"You don't-" Oh god, he can't stop thinking about it. "No I-" Is he getting red yet? The room certainly feels a lot warmer. "You know?" No, no Tony doesn't, because Steve hasn't finished any of his sentence fragments.
He swallows, trying very desperately to collect himself again. "I just- didn't want you thinking that I was tryin' to take advantage." Ultimately, it's about that, but also about the fact that Steve's never slept in a bed with someone he's romantically interested in before. As a kid, he shared his bed a lot with Bucky, but they were best friends sleeping over at each other's houses, and he knew Bucky's Ma just like Bucky knew his. This though — Steve can't even imagine sharing a bed with a dame, and yet somehow, sleeping in the same bed as Tony walks a rather fine line. They'd been friends before, and in many ways Steve is a lot more comfortable around men, but things are also different now. Steve finds Tony attractive in so many ways and he's still trying to accept the fact that he can kiss Tony whenever he wants to.
Which, speaking of, Steve decides it's time to do again. Cause he certainly isn't doing a good job at talking.
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That is why, watching Steve process what he said is all sorts of endearing, and he doesn't laugh or tease him about it. His expression just softens as he gives him a warm grin.
"Sweetheart, I'd never think that you're taking advantage." His voice is as reassuring as possible, tugging him closer. Hell, he's more afraid that Steve will think that he's going to take advantage. Especially considering his reputation from back home.
The way that Steve kisses him makes him relax again, almost melting against him, and the only reason he doesn't take it further is because he doesn't want to scare him. Especially considering Steve's fears of taking advantage.
Pulling back slightly, he looks him in the eyes so he knows he's serious. "All I'm saying is that we can sleep on the same bed. I don't want to put you out. If you're worried about me...doing something I shouldn't, again, I promise I'll behave."
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Tony taking advantage of him though, has never been something that's crossed Steve's mind. Even with Tony's reputation back home, all Steve worries about is that he won't be comfortable going fast enough, and that Tony will lose interest after awhile. But despite all of that, ever since they started doing this, Tony's been ... well, perfect actually. He hasn't pushed, he's been patient, and he's already taught Steve a lot. Truly, Steve appreciates all of that.
"I'm not," he admits finally, and fondly, his voice still a little breathless from the kiss. "You've never given me a reason to worry about that." His hand gives Tony's a squeeze, to emphasize that he means it.
"Tell you what. Let's just see how it feels."
It's a simple enough suggestion, even if Steve doesn't quite realize that the way he's phrased it, coming from anyone else, could probably count as him hitting on Tony right about now.
What happens between now and later blends together though — at some point, Steve makes sure Tony really knows where everything is in the bathroom this time, and he's got towels and an extra toothbrush from some kind of bunker survival kit that he'd brought home from work one day. He also shows Tony, in the bedroom, where he keeps his cotton shirts. He's got about three of them total, one of which Tony is currently wearing, and he's welcome to wear them to bed, if he wants.
But once they're in the bedroom, and the fact that both of them can still barely keep their lips off each other, it isn't long before they're suddenly taking a break to catch their breaths again, as Steve's body has Tony's pressed against the dresser. But it's right then in that second, during the break, when Steve first glances over to his bed, and when he looks back, he realizes that Tony's just glanced at the exact same place.
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But, Steve still feels comfortable enough to invite him to stay with him, and he appreciates it. That is why, when Steve says that they'll see how it goes, he leans up to kiss his cheek in silent agreement.
As they move along his apartment, Tony lets Steve take the lead and to essentially set the pace of whatever he wants to do. If he wants to just go to bed, that's fine with him. If he wants to resume their make out session, well, he sure as hell won't complain. But, again, it's important for Tony to let Steve set the pace, and he doesn't rush or hurry Steve as he shows him around.
Thankfully Steve doesn't really waste time and kisses him, and Tony is more than willing to comply. It's easy, to get lost in his lips all over again, and maybe it's because of that that Tony finds himself looking towards the bed for a brief moment. Biting his bottom lip, as if debating what he wants to say next, he pauses for a moment before leaning in to brush his lips against Steve's.
"We can continue kissing on the bed, if you want," he offers quietly, relaxed as if to convey that he's really not saying it to pressure him. "Or we can just...stay here, and then go to sleep. It's up to you."
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There's a lot of reasons why, though, that nice moment gets overtaken by a lot more kissing, and in ways that are a lot less chaste. While Steve isn't ready to go fast, he certainly doesn't want Tony to get the impression that he not interested in going at all. In fact, some days it's hard for Steve to actually process exactly how attracted to Tony he really is, because despite his commitment to this, his mind is still adjusting to the idea of it all — that this is okay, that being with Tony is okay — even if it feels like his body is miles ahead in understanding what it wants.
When he hears that near-whisper against his lips, Steve doesn't say anything in response. Instead, after five seconds or so Steve slowly starts to pull back, so he doesn't have Tony pinned against anything anymore, and so he can wrap his arms around Tony's waist and shoulders.
"You can really be the perfect gentleman, you know that?" he asks, his voice hushed as he pulls Tony in for another soft kiss. But the movement doesn't stop there. It's slow, but deliberate, the way Steve start to moves them, one step and kiss at a time, closer to the bed. Because he did say he wants to see how this feels, and it's not like he's going to be able to stop himself from wanting to kiss Tony simply because they're laying down on a bed, instead of standing up.
So yeah, in a way, it's a little scary. Another first of many future firsts. But Steve wants to try this. He knows he does.
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But, no. That's just his body reacting, urges that are sometimes stronger than himself wanting to take over. And he can't help it - his boyfriend is gorgeous, in every damn sense of the word. How can he not want to? But he hadn't been lying, in that it's important to him that Steve knows that he'd never rush him. Because, really, he wouldn't. No matter how much he may want to right now, he still wouldn't.
That is why, as they kiss, he just lets Steve dictate the pace. He's trying to let him take the lead. Not only because he wants Steve to be the one to decide, but because there's a moment where he really doesn't trust himself to do so.
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Actions say a lot, and right now, they're telling Steve once again that there's a level of sweetness in Tony's personality that he'd never known before Alpha.
The way they move from standing to laying down feels like a slow dance. Steve leans forward, one arm wrapped around Tony's waist to make sure he doesn't fall when he lays back. But as much as Steve wants to try new things, literally laying down on top of Tony isn't something he's ready for yet — at least, he hasn't thought about it enough to know — so he keeps himself propped up with one arm until Tony's fully laid down. It's time to decide, whether he should lower himself or roll over, and in that split second, as his lips linger on Tony's, Steve isn't sure what to do.
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Still, it doesn't change how he almost gasps as Steve's lips linger against his own. It doesn't even matter anymore how he may be feeling physically; if Steve were to be ready, he would be trying to undress him right about now.
But...he keeps his hand where it is. He doesn't let go and, when he does, it's not to move down so he could slip his hand under his shirt. It's only so he can rest his palm against his chest, feeling the way that his heart thumped against his chest, and he presses another kiss against his lips.
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His breathing gets heavier too when he hears that gasp, and Steve just stares right down at Tony, his own eyes reflecting a newfound desire and a hint of fear. Something else inside him too, something he's been feeling gradually ramp up, is starting to get more and more prominent, and when Tony moves to press another kiss against his lips, the way Steve moves to meet him feels hungrier than it did before.
In the end, maybe because he couldn't decide, his body just does it for him, and it's terrifying as he starts to feel how soft and sturdy Tony's body is beneath his. He breathes in, nervous in a way that Tony's never seen him before, before his eyes look to Tony's for reassurance, but then he's there. Not all of his weight is on Tony — one of Steve's arms is carrying some of it, because he still isn't willing to press everything down onto Tony's chest. But god. This. This feels-
"I've always thought-" he whispers, because talking is such a great idea right now, but he's feeling so much and Steve doesn't know how to handle it. "I've always thought you were beautiful." Beautiful, a word so pure that it doesn't match the breathiness in his voice right now, or the way he's kissing Tony. But Steve doesn't have the right vocabulary. Steve Rogers doesn't say hot or sexy or any other word belonging to that family. At least not yet.
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It's just... God, the way that Steve's breathing deepens against him feels like it's undoing him entirely. Especially as he stares at him, and the desire that Steve is feeling is reflecting all too easily in his own eyes. It makes the kiss even sweeter still, and he easily kisses him back just as hungrily as he breathes him in.
When he notices the nervousness in Steve's features, he moves his hand up to brush his thumb gently against his cheek. As if reassuring him that way, to let him know that it's okay. That it's really okay, and he feels so damn strongly for him right now that he's willing to wait for an eternity if Steve were to ask right now just by how he's looking at him.
At his words, a soft smile crosses his lips even if he feels his cheeks reddening slightly. He has heard a lot of compliments in his life before, but hearing them from Steve is...entirely different, because to say he's flattered is an understatement. In a quiet voice, "You're wonderful, you know that?"
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