It'd be a lie if Steve said he didn't know what he was doing. Ever since Tony taught him what making out meant, they started having trouble keeping their hands off each other (even if it's much more innocent than usual), and Steve's started to notice all the little ways that Tony reacts to the ways he touches him. He remembers what Tony likes, just like he remembers what relaxes him. But for Steve, It's hard not to remember when everything feels so new and all he can do is soak it in. Plus, he likes making Tony feel happy, or comfortable, or relaxed, so yeah, maybe he's cheating a little, but Steve's pretty sure it's a good thing.
"Well. If you change your mind ..." he says, in that same quiet voice he's been using for the past few minutes, "... I'll be here." A promise he should have made a long time ago, paired with a kiss at the top of Tony's head, and the feeling of Steve's fingers still gently brushing through Tony's hair.
Eventually, they do move from that spot in Tony's room and make their way to the door, up the elevators, and to that familiar GREEN hallway. Steve never lets go of Tony the entire time — whether it's because they end up holding hands or putting their arms around each other. And not long after, once they've washed up a little (because Steve still insists, no matter how tired Tony is), they finally find themselves curled up together in bed, with only the familiar sound of each other's breathing to accompany the quiet hum of the apartment.
It isn't until this moment that Steve remembers that he saw Bucky for the first time earlier that night. But before he says something, he thinks better of it. Tony's been through enough. That news can wait until the morning.
So instead, he pulls Tony a bit closer, as he breathes in the clean smell of the cotton shirts they've started wearing to bed together, and plants a gentle, chaste kiss onto the back of Tony's neck. He's missed him more than he could've imagined, even if Steve couldn't even admit it to himself until now. And god, it feels like he's been holding his breath for two days and two nights, because here, back home, with Tony, it feels like the weight that's been pressing down into his chest finally starts to ease up.
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"Well. If you change your mind ..." he says, in that same quiet voice he's been using for the past few minutes, "... I'll be here." A promise he should have made a long time ago, paired with a kiss at the top of Tony's head, and the feeling of Steve's fingers still gently brushing through Tony's hair.
Eventually, they do move from that spot in Tony's room and make their way to the door, up the elevators, and to that familiar GREEN hallway. Steve never lets go of Tony the entire time — whether it's because they end up holding hands or putting their arms around each other. And not long after, once they've washed up a little (because Steve still insists, no matter how tired Tony is), they finally find themselves curled up together in bed, with only the familiar sound of each other's breathing to accompany the quiet hum of the apartment.
It isn't until this moment that Steve remembers that he saw Bucky for the first time earlier that night. But before he says something, he thinks better of it. Tony's been through enough. That news can wait until the morning.
So instead, he pulls Tony a bit closer, as he breathes in the clean smell of the cotton shirts they've started wearing to bed together, and plants a gentle, chaste kiss onto the back of Tony's neck. He's missed him more than he could've imagined, even if Steve couldn't even admit it to himself until now. And god, it feels like he's been holding his breath for two days and two nights, because here, back home, with Tony, it feels like the weight that's been pressing down into his chest finally starts to ease up.