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Breakroom struggles usually hit everyone a little differently on the Helicarrier. Cap, always struggling to formulate the same flavour coffee from back in the day, Natasha and Clint taking time every day to best eachother in the sandwich making department. Even Thor pondering over Midgardian ways of cooking eggs, he’s up to Omelettes on his alphabetical list. Tony and Bruce on the other hand made sure their break times were as fast as possible, the sheer determination to get back to the upper floors to scramble over blueprints and statistics. A mug of vanilla coffee for Banner and a double shot espresso for Stark, the tiny cup glugged back in a second while Bruce nurses his mug on the walk back.
“...take the polarity of the left hand thrusters and reverse them manually you could-”
Bruce cuts Tony off, “Wait, wait, how are you supposed to reverse it manually while in the air? You should maybe add a code command or maybe even add in a haptic feedback switch? Something more passive so you don’t have to think too much about the execution?”
He takes another soft sip of his drink and punches in a code to open up the laboratory door.
“Yeah yeah, anything to get your hands on my peachy skin, sticking little nodes all over me? Maybe getting those little science-y fingers all up in the Arc reactor?” Tony grins, raising his eyebrows at Bruce knowing he probably isn’t far off from what Bruce would like to actually do.
Banner’s Cheeks flush a soft pink, “Tony, you know I mean business.”
“No one is listening, and even if anyone was, they know I'm joking anyway, got to keep up my image of snarky know-it-all”. Another smile creeps across his face as he sits down pulling up his undershirt sleeves.
“I don’t think you have to worry about people forgetting that, Tony”.
Both men set themselves up, picking up their last saved files and digging into them once again. Tony pawing at the screens, spinning digital discs ever so gradually, tweaking his work’s statistics, unit by unit. Bruce glancing up from the rims of his glasses sneaking glances at Tony’s back and the way his movements are so confident and steady, holding his phone in one hand transferring files from one screen to the other. There was something about seeing him pass schematics back and forth made his shoulder blades twitch, something any other person wouldn’t really look at, bother to notice or take a full mental note of, but Bruce can’t seem to help himself.
“Have I pulled up the wrong file? What are you staring at, man? Or just spacing out?” Tony says, still looking up at his screens. Bruce hadn't really taken into consideration the semi-tinted window Tony could see him in the reflection of.
Bruce forced his head back down to his papers on his desk, “Yeah… ermm just was dwelling on the, er the scatter graph from last week, you put it in the trash file… and yeah just spacing….”
There was no way in hell that was coherent, no way he would get away with that.
“Ok, fair enough, I’ll send it to your screen instead” Tony flicked his handheld screen toward Bruce’s desk screen and it popped up in a grey file labeled ‘Big Green’
“Gee, thanks for the file name there… it’s not like I’m trying not to think about the other guy right now…”
He taps the file with the end of his pencil and opens it up, immediately turning a bright red and trying to swipe it off the screen.
“Tony! The hell was that?! You can’t send me that out of the blue!”
“Oh come on, you know I’m just here to bother you.” Tony swivels around flashing a wink.
“I’m working.” Bruce covers his forehead with an open hand and tries to brush off what he just saw. It’s seared into his head. That image will never go away. Not that he is even sure he wants it to. Or does he? He doesn’t know. ‘Focus Banner, he can probably hear your brain malfunctioning’ He thinks to himself scratching at his papers.
-Blip- Another file pops up on his screen.
-Blip- And another
-Blip, Blip-
Each file sent, each blip sound making Bruce not want to look up. He knew he had fucked it, made it weird.
-Blip-
“Green. Open them you coward.” Tony sounded a little impatient this time. “Come ooooon” The trill in his voice made Bruce shudder. ‘He’s just messing with you Bruce just get on with yourself’ Bruce thought, tugging at the collar of his lavender shirt.
Steps slowly made their way to Bruce, each step making a bead of sweat roll down his face. ‘Just don’t make eye contact’.
Tony taps his first knuckle, twice, on the metal table, spreading out his fingers on a paper and adjusting it.
“Scared you might like it?”
“Tony, I -” Bruce stutters slightly and chooses that ignoring the situation would be easier.
“I said, scared you might like it, Green Bean? You can’t ignore me, Banner” He wiggles his fingers in front of Bruce prompting him to reluctantly look up at Tony’s smug little face.
“Don’t send me surveillance footage of you in the shower. Why do you even have them saved to these computers? You know people can see all the files we share here right? You can’t ju-”
Tony places his index finger on Bruce’s forehead tilting his head back slightly.
“So you're into it?”
“What? No! You just- I’m just a nervous- Anyone would be-”
Tony moves the finger to Bruce’s chin and tilts even further, “I've never seen you this nervous Banner. I don’t think you can talk your way out of this, you can barely string a sentence together,” He shifts and adds his thumb to move Bruce's face, almost inspecting him. “You’re more into biology, what does a jittery voice, flushed skin and sweat usually mean when someone is exposed to, lets say, stimuli? I wonder what one of your neuro-feedback bands would tell me about that red all over your face?”
Tony taps open each file keeping his eyes cemented to Bruce, Banner’s eyes flicking from Tony’s face to the screens each with each click.
“T-Tony, You-”,
“I know you want to look Banner. You can’t help but stare at me day in, day out. You think I can’t notice someone, who is usually so focused on something that he forgets to eat for a whole day, is spaced out whenever I wear anything tighter than a size medium?”
Bruce sits up, tries to compose himself and brushes his hands down his shirt to straighten it out. Tony stands up fully smirking down at Banner, making sure that he wasn’t making him so uncomfortable that he would get up and leave. Walking himself around the desk to the back of Bruce’s chair, “Take your time Banner, not like we can just up and leave this floating metal contraption. How about I send these to your phone, ponder over them at your pleasure”, He rolls his hands down Bruce’s shoulders making his neck muscles stiffen.
The screens continued to loop the 5 second clips of Tony soaped up, scrubbing himself down with his bare hands, palming over his chest, smoothing thick suds over every inch of himself.
“I like watching these,” Tony states, bending down slightly almost whispering into Bruce’s ear, close enough to fog up the edge of his glasses, “no shame in appreciating the work I put into working out, also nice to think back to what I was thinking at that time…” He flicks his phone screen pulling up a new video.
-Blip-
Bruce’s eyes widened at the visual. A longer clip plays, Tony, leant back on the tile, stroking himself slowly. Bruce could feel his face going past the point of blushing, if a face could go through every hue, his would be.
Tony leans over Bruce’s shoulder, pointing at the screen, “You know what I was thinking right there? Maybe take a wild guess?”.
“Ughhh…. I a- I mean” Bruce can’t actually function. This almost seemed like it wasnt real, maybe a drugged cup of coffee, some freaky experiment?
“Chop chop Big Green, no answer still? Ok, spoilers for the ending, it was you. You always seem to creep into my mind at shower time. Maybe it’s the steam, maybe it’s the hours I spend with you here?” He grips Bruce’s thigh, swiveling his chair so Tony is standing in between his legs, gripping the arms on the chair, “ anything to say?”.
“No.” Bruce doesn’t know what to do, what to say. Why is Tony doing this right now? Is he just fucking with him again? “you, you want me to actually look at this?”.
“No, I’m sending you these for shits and giggles. For a scientist with multiple PHDs you are really stupid, Banner.”
‘Fuck it’ Bruce thinks, ‘he wants a reaction, he gets one’ Bruce stands up and shoves Tony backwards against a trolly full of tools, Tony’s hands steadying himself, grabbing the edge of the trolly and rolling it back into the wall. “Woah, ok Brucey, didn’t think you’d get mad. I’ll lay off”. He starts to stand up straight as Bruce crushes his lips into Tony’s neck, pinning him back to the trolly. He bites the muscle between his shoulder and neck, “Hey! No one said anything about biting! Give me a second to figure out a safeword!” Tony doesn’t know where to put his hands, hips? Waist? Shoulders? “Also how come the dynamic changed so fast! Thought I was the Top here!”.
“How are you still talking? Shut up and tint the windows.” Bruce traced a finger around the raised lump in Tony’s jeans.
“You not nervous anymore? Not scared that someone might see our little file exchange?”.
“Terrified. But you can hack your way backwards out of this”, Bruce was still sweating, the adrenaline was the only thing keeping him standing.
Tony stumbles to the wall controls and tints all the windows black and code locks the door. Walking slowly back to the middle desk a smile makes its way across his face and the dynamic then switches back. The Adrenaline is slowly lowering making Bruce feel a lot more like he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
Tony’s hands flatten against Bruce’s hips, squeezing them a little, rubbing his thumbs into the squashy meat. Bruce feels his erection playing a little too hard and fast and tries to palm it flat. Tony however grabs his hand, squeezes his wrist and brings his hand to his mouth.
“No no Banner, That’s my job.” He rested his cheek into Bruce’s hand and kissed the pad of his thumb. He places Bruce’s hand onto the desk behind him placing his own hand on Bruce’s dick. Tony breathes in and moves into the crook of Bruce’s neck planting soft kisses from his collar bone to just under his ear, “You want this right? Tell me now if you’re not into this?” he whispered in a raspy tone.
“Tony, if you leave me like this, I might have to set the other guy on you”.
“Say no more, Doctor”. He roughly pushed his own hips into Bruce, taking a hand up and under Bruce’s shirt, dancing his fingers over the soft hair on his belly and chest. Bruce’s breath hitches under the touch, feeling himself strain against the fabric of his slacks. “Finally have you right where I want you. Under my hands. I want to work you over like a project, find out what makes you tick, what makes you really squirm”, his hand trails back down to Bruce’s belt tugging at it, “I think these little barriers need to go”.
Tony smashes a kiss onto Bruce’s lips with a hotness that felt like it would burn for days. Taking both hands to his belt and flicking the buckle away and unzipping the silver below.
Bruce shuddered at the thought of Tony Stark actually touching him like this, but wanted it more than anything, the touch of this man's rough hands, seeing this hot side on Tony that felt so untouchable but so within reach for so long.
Bruce broke away from Tony’s mouth for a moment, inches away from him, and breathed into his mouth “Just let me touch you too, please.”
Tony used this as a prompt to boost Bruce up onto the desk and wedge himself between his legs again, “We take it in turns, I’ve been eager to go to town on you since you first explained your new haptic feedback suit to me. I need this, and I think you might need it too.” Tony reached into Bruce’s waistband and shimmied them down a few inches and tucked them under Bruce’s balls, Tony wrapped his hand around the warm flesh of Bruce’s dick and just held there taking a moment to really enjoy the heat, planting another hungry kiss on Bruce’s panting mouth.
“Tony, just -fuck- just dont stop”, his breath was hot and heavy, a twinge of desparation in his voice, replaying the videos that set this all off in his head, his own mental porn folder, seared into his subconcious.
Tony grinned into Bruce’s cheek, pulling in a deep breath, smelling the spiced aftershave on his stubble. “Then don’t interrupt.” He swept his two first fingers over the tip of Bruce’s head feeling a bead of pre-come just enough to ease things along, he started to slowly jack his hand up, earning a soft moan from a pocket of Bruce’s voice he had never heard.
Bruce pulled one hand up from steadying himself on the desk, up to the back of Tony’s head, grasping and whatever he could, the short hair silky, full of product. He pushed Tony’s head back to his collarbone prompting for more bites, more hickey inducing kisses, he wanted something visual, something to prove the next day that this was in fact a real thing that happened.
Tony’s hand paced along with the hitches in Bruce’s breathing.
“That blush, fuck, I just can’t think of seeing you any other way Banner.” He pushed his thumb over an exposed vein on Bruce’s dick watching the pressure stop and release, “I think I may get somewhat addicted”.
“Shut up Tony, -huff - you talk way too much,” Bruce clawed at the crown of Tony’s head “I said don’t stop”.
Tony sped up moving his free hand to grab a fist full of Bruce’s hair, tugging his head back and kissing the exposed skin, is was getting a little too much for Bruce, this aggressiveness, like Tony wasn’t scared that he would trigger the other guy, like he was being treated like an actual person, like a bit of a slut, but still a person. “Fuck, Tony, You -huff- your hands, I can’t”. Bruce bucked his hips a little to get a little more purchase with every stroke Tony was giving him.
Tony crept up to his ear again, “Imagine that, all that focus, a Professor, reduced to a quivering mess because of a few little videos of me.” His pace quickened and his other hand tucked into the small of Bruce’s back fingers just gracing where the slightly lowered waistband sat, “what a mess, Professor Banner”. That tone change, the rasp in those last words were all too much, Bruce tensed his shoulders and scrunched up his face as he spilled himself all down the side of Tony’s hand.
Bruce relaxed slightly and let go of the back on Tony’s head, letting his arm fall to sit on his shoulder, panting into the small space between the two men's faces. Tony, wiping off the evidence with a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket.
“Do I not get a thank-” Bruce cuts Tony’s sarcastic remark short, crushing another hard kiss onto Tony.
“You just don’t stop talking do you?”.
“To be fair Bruce, it was me talking that got you off… Professor”, Tony placed both hands on either side of Bruce, on the desk and grinned. “Just admit you like the sound of my voice.”
Bruce thumped the flat of his fist on Tony’s chest, “Ok, but that’s between you and me.” He hopped down from the desk pressing Tony back slightly and zipping himself back into his pants. “Don’t I owe you a little something now? Or do I have to send you videos of me jacking off first too? Because I'm not going to lie Tony, I don’t tape my every waking moment…”
Tony wrapped his hands around Bruce and squashed his own crotch into Bruce's thigh, “Just make sure you deal with this at some point in the near future and we can call it even? Maybe even join me in the shower later?”. He planted a soft kiss on Bruce’s nose.
“Send me those videos and I will one hundred percent join you in the shower later”, Bruce gingerly gave Tony’s ass a squeeze and smirked back at him, “can you wait or shall we just go now?”.
“I can wait, I like a little anticipation.” Tony unhooks his hands and flicks his fingers over his phone screen as Bruce’s phone pings. “There you go, that’s my half of the bargain done, just let me know when you wanna take this to the showers”.
“Oh I will.”