Chapter 1: Inspiration
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Part One: Inspiration
“Take your clothes off. Right now.”
No words were more terrifying than the ones Scott had dreaded hearing after he’d responded to the ad that the community college in the city had put out asking for models for a drawing class. At the time he’d almost ignored it, but when he’d discovered that the opportunity was offering $500 per sitting Scott realized that it was his chance to break out on his own and earn more than the criticisms that he’d heard whispered in the halls of the school about him being a pampered favorite of Xavier’s. It wasn’t that Scott hadn’t gotten used to the rumors through the years as Xavier hadn’t really given him any special treatment above the others, but now with Warren making his play for Jean more obvious by whisking her off for two-week tour of Europe on his family yacht where Scott was conveniently excluded from the guest list it became obvious that Scott was going to have to take things to the next level in order to get her attention.
“It’s not Warren’s money that makes him interesting,” Jean had tried to explain her reasoning behind accepting the invitation for the trip, “He’s a good guy and if you could take the time to stop seeing him as competition, then maybe everything would run smoother with the team in general. Plus, I’m not the only one that’s going. Hank is also tagging along and Bobby, well...”
“Bobby wasn’t invited either Jean,” Scott had pointed out in the hopes of trying to convince Jean that Warren was making a grand gesture towards capturing her heart, but she’d merely attempted to placate Scott in telling Scott that Warren would eventually come around and extend an invitation to Scott as well.
When that day hadn’t come, Scott had decided it was time to change the way the team viewed him. Starting with finding a job that would give him something more than the allowance that Xavier had given him once Charles had taken Scott as his ward. At the time it seemed like an inspired idea but being a mutant with an education at Charles’ school alone limited Scott’s options in the outside world. He was still working towards the final stage of his teaching degree, but it hadn’t mattered once people realized he was a mutant. That closed the door in Scott’s face far too many times than he’d cared to admit as even the local fast-food venues weren’t interested in hiring ‘his kind’ which left Scott back at square one watching Warren buy the affection and loyalty of the rest of the team and leaving Scott feeling like an outsider.
“He’s just showing off Scott,” Bobby had tried to cheer Scott up a few days earlier when Scott had learned that Warren had finally gotten around to extending his trip invitation to Bobby as well, “but don’t think I’m falling for it. I see what he’s doing here and it’s not right at all.”
“So, you’re not going to go?” Scott fought to contain the hopeful note in his voice as he and Bobby sat together underneath the stars.
“I mean in spirit I wanted to say no, but Scott you know how long I’ve had a crush on Warren. I know it’s never going to happen, but a part of me still has to try,” Bobby divulged guiltily, unable to hide from the color that rose in his cheeks, “I’ve wanted him to notice me for so long that…”
“Right,” Scott slumped down on the steps further.
“But hey with me being there, I can do my best to try to keep him from making a move on Jean,” Bobby’s words were meant to be encouraging, but all they did was make Scott feel worse about being the only one left out of the team vacation.
It didn’t get any better as the night went on as Scott hadn’t wanted to be upset with Bobby’s decision to go along. He’d known about Bobby’s feelings for Warren and while Scott couldn’t quite understand them after the way things had gone, the last thing Scott was going to do was make his friend feel bad about taking a chance at something that he wanted. Instead, Scott had encouraged Bobby to have a good time, keep an eye on Jean the best he could, and Scott would work on getting things in order back home.
“In order,” Scott laughed to himself as he stood in front of the classroom nervously fidgeting with the ties on the robe he was wearing. There were about twenty students all around him, mostly fresh-eyed young women staring up at him at the center of the class, all perched behind an easel and eyeing him expectantly.
“Scott, can you please take your robe off now?” the instructor tried a different approach in reaching out to appeal to a nervous Scott once again once he’d stood frozen in the spotlight so to speak, “We’d like to get started now.”
“Right,” Scott swallowed down hard and unknotted his robe’s tie with trembling fingers. He fought not to think about how he’d soon be naked in front of a bunch of girls, or the one strange guy in the corner that looked downright creepy.
It was art. Art was meant to be freeing and exhilarating, liberating in a lot of ways and at the cost of five hundred dollars, Scott found the courage to loosen the knot and prepare to take off his robe when the double doors at the back of the room suddenly burst open and in walked a familiar face.
“Sorry I’m late,” Steve Rogers apologized from behind an armload of art supplies and a clumsy step into the room.
Unlike the many times Scott had seen him through the years as a kid, Steve was out of his uniform instead wearing a pair of tan slacks and a loose-fitting beige button-down dress shirt. His sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up over his forearms. Tucked underneath one arm were his art supplies and under the other was his tan leather jacket that Scott had observed on Steve wearing one time in the city when it just so happened that Captain America had a day off and was riding his motorcycle around near the Hudson River. Even now that day filled Scott’s thoughts as he remembered how he and Bobby had been down by the water talking about life in general on their day off from training.
“I don’t care what you say Scott, Steve Rogers is hot,” Bobby had observed as Steve drove away on his motorcycle completely oblivious to their silent gawking from afar, “I never realized how sexy Captain America could be out of uniform. Surely you can see that, right?”
“I…I mean I guess so. I never really noticed before,” Scott had merely shrugged and pretended not to be watching Steve’s every move as he drove away.
Even now, years later there were nights when that memory still captivated Scott. It wasn’t that Scott really meant to keep holding onto that moment, remembering the day when he and Bobby had been sitting on the waterfront bench staring at Steve, but somehow, Scott couldn’t quite forget it either. At the time Steve was simply talking to someone Scott hadn’t recognized looking almost as if he was flirting, but Scott knew better. Captain America certainly wasn’t a flirt—and not with someone who wasn’t important to him. At least that’s the story Scott had always believed when he’d heard whispers of Cap’s younger days when Bucky Barnes played a prominent role in his adventures. Granted there was no real clarification that they’d been anything more than partners, but a part of Scott had romanticized the relationship between Steve and Bucky. He’d taken to reading reading all the old comics about them and finding himself envious of Cap’s younger former sidekick wondering what life would’ve been like if Scott had been partnered with someone like Steve instead of being at the school where Scott was under appreciated and often taken for granted by his so-called friends.
Not that any of it mattered because that day in the city when Steve was chatting with the skinny dark-haired guy on the pier before taking off on his bike, it didn’t have anything to do with Scott. Steve hadn’t even known Scott or Bobby were there, yet there was something in his smile—something in the way his body moved that had stirred an unfamiliar heat inside of Scott.
The longer Scott thought about Steve and the way he carried himself through the years, the more he found himself curious. Eventually his curiosity led Scott to an even deeper blush in in the present remembering all the secret times that Scott touched himself thinking about Steve on that motorcycle. It was Scott’s most secret fantasy in his imagination dreaming of a different ending. One where Scott was the one Steve was talking to on the pier, flirting with Captain America and ending up on the back of the bike with Steve to a destination unknown. There were other details that followed the fantasy, yet now as Scott was fully aware Steve now in the classroom, pushing forward to his easel and attempting to quietly situate himself, Scott felt increasingly on edge in knowing that now those thoughts were front and center in his mind.
“Of course,” the agitated professor nodded in Steve’s direction before his eyes shot back over towards Scott once again, “Scott, if you could continue to disrobe so we could get started…”
“Right,” Scott swallowed down hard, unable to admit that now his nervousness had expanded by tenfold. His whole body was tight with tension, his hands shaking in ways that had everything to do with Steve Rogers being in the classroom. Scott’s throat was dry, leading him to wish he’d taken a drink of water before he’d arrived. His lips were parting to suck in a breath he was certain he’d forgotten to take as suddenly the thought of being outed by someone he knew had Scott on edge knowing that on Steve’s arrival all the rules for the modeling job had changed.
“Get on with it,” the professor’s voice held a frustrated edge leading Scott to question if he’d wind up losing those five hundred dollars if he didn’t do as he was told. The thought alone had him terrified as he remembered why he was there in the first place. Without the money, then there was no hope of impressing Jean or breaking out of the shadow of Xavier’s charity. He’d be worse off than where he’d started and even if he was about to embarrass himself in front of a group of strangers and Captain America a deal was a deal and Scott had been taught early on that it was important to be a man of his word.
“Yes sir,” Scott replied dutifully pulling apart his robe and allowing the cool classroom air to pour out across his skin, opening him up to the scrutiny of the artists all around him. Out of the corner of his eye Scott could see that Steve was still getting adjusted at his workstation, nowhere near paying attention to Scott up on the small circular stage.
“Get into position please,” the professor instructed Scott again before going over the lesson plan for the rest of the class in encouraging them to follow the inspiration Scott was offering.
Through it all Scott barely paid attention as he reached for his glasses, pulling them off his face and placing them down on the bench beside him, deciding it was easier to distance himself from what was happening. With his eyes closed and his body in position, Scott fought with all that he had to ignore the fact that Steve Rogers was in attendance about to see Scott outside of the battlefield and in a place where Scott never expected he’d be in front of a man he’d been crushing on for quite some time.
Steve Rogers always thought Scott Summers was beautiful. From the first time they’d met there was something about Scott that left an impression. Maybe it was Scott’s eagerness to fall into line and lead his team or that slim, youthful physique that only heightened in appeal as Scott aged. Still in his early 20s Scott had been easy on the eyes even if he’d been a pain in the ass to contend with each time their teams had worked together. All in all, there was always some sort of contention between them, but one that Steve had tried to set aside after the bickering was over. Steve acknowledged that the Avengers and the X-Men were never really great at the whole working together thing. Perhaps it had been a generational thing that kept the lines of communication distanced, yet there was still something about Scott when everything was said and done that Steve had noticed.
Of course, when Steve had taken to accepting it was okay in noticing the rival team member, he’d never imagined that he’d find himself in the art class Tony had encouraged Steve to take on the side facing down the man who’d more often than not butted heads with him on the battlefield. Certainly not in this context where Scott was serving as Steve’s muse up on stage and open in ways that Steve hadn’t thought possible before. With his beautifully sculpted chin dipped down and his long, dark lashes brought to a tight close, Steve realized Scott looked impossibly younger than twenty-two. His long, lean lines revealing a boy marked by battle at a young age yet refined in ways that had Steve itching to capture Scott on the canvas. With each stroke he made, Steve felt his breath catch in his throat, his body reacting to the beauty of Scott Summers before him knowing that as Captain America he shouldn’t be caught up in what he was seeing, but Scott was captivating—inspiring Steve in ways that he hadn’t felt in years—not since Bucky had been there and they’d done some personal, intimate sessions together during one of Steve’s spells of creative impotency. Now Steve was enthralled, fueled by the passion that seeing Summers naked and vulnerable on the stage brought to him. It was tantalizing, remarkable in ways that Steve knew wouldn’t be enough after the session was over.
“Thank you, Scott. In about five minutes we’re going to wrap this up,” Steve’s professor had announced giving the artists the time to finish their work, but in Steve’s case he’d already done two separate pieces, and was halfway through a third, wanting to capture yet another angle.
“Very nice Mr. Rogers,” the professor patted Steve on the shoulder as Steve was now positioned directly in front of Scott closer to the stage. His fingers were working frantically to take Scott in, fearing that this could be his last opportunity to commemorate the moment now that fate had delivered him such an astonishing twist, “Perhaps one of your best works.”
“Thank you,” Steve replied barely listening to the man. His fingers pushed across the page, hoping to capture just a bit more of that side of Scott no one else could see knowing that one taste could never truly be enough.
Scott wrapped his jacket around his shoulders and tossed his bag over his shoulder, preparing to catch the train back to the school. It was later than he’d planned on sticking around the studio classroom, but for his troubles the professor had thrown in an extra fifty and extended an open invitation for Scott to return for another session later in the semester.
“I’ll think about it,” Scott had sheepishly replied, pushing the money into his pocket before facing the possibility of returning to the school for a night alone while everyone else was in Europe.
Somehow even with his earnings, Scott’s heart sank knowing that he couldn’t talk about the experience with anyone—couldn’t bring himself to share the pride he’d felt in being able to face a fear and make something for himself—even if Scott was certain the others would mock him for taking such a ridiculous job. Cringing at the idea of how Warren would use the modeling job against Scott to mock and ridicule him to the point where Jean thought he was awful, Scott decided he would keep the job to himself.
With a rumble in his stomach and the extra fifty dollars burning a hole in his pocket, Scott decided if he had time maybe he’d pick up a quick bite in the city before heading home to shower and sleep. It sounded lonely even to him, but not one to linger around as most of the campus was already closed for the night, Scott pushed his way outside and started to walk on the path leading towards the bus stop back to the area by the train station.
“Summers wait,” Steve’s voice caught Scott off guard, causing Scott to immediately tense up in remembering the way that he’d fought to ignore that Steve was a part of the class before. However, his hopes for Steve not recognizing him were lost as Steve was rushing up behind Scott with the wind in his blonde hair and looking sexier than ever as he was calling for Scott, “Hold on.”
“Cap,” Scott’s cheeks immediately flushed when Steve stood before him, towering over Scott in height and appearing much broader in size than Scott was. Swallowing down a nervous breath, Scott reached up to fidget with his own wavy brown hair before forcing a pleasant enough tone. He shifted his weight on his feet, gripping his bag tighter than before attempting at playing things light between them, “hey, I thought I saw you in there. I didn’t know that you were taking an art class?”
“I’ve always been partial to drawing,” Steve answered almost immediately, taking the opportunity to get closer to Scott underneath the tiny glowing lamp hanging over the sidewalk, “Been a passion of mine if I’m honest, but I don’t get a lot of time for it in between missions and team training sessions.”
“I’m sure,” Scott replied immediately feeling foolish. His face grew hotter, his body betraying logic as he found himself fumbling with his fingers over the frayed edge of his bag’s strap. For a long time no other words followed with Steve still staring back at him expectantly, as if he was hoping Scott would offer up more in their exchange.
“I…um, didn’t realize you were a model,” Steve attempted to break the ice, pushing forward the already awkward conversation between them.
“It was my first time,” Scott blurted out thoughtlessly. He almost wanted to kick himself for being so honest before he fought to recover. Catching the way Steve’s eyes widened in his admission, Scott cleared his throat and gripped his bag harder than before, “Just needed a little extra cash so…”
“You’ve never modeled before?” Steve interrupted delivering Scott a long perusal, “Really?”
“No,” Scott shook his head again hating the honesty that rolled over him.
“What a pity. You’re quite good at it,” Steve’s gaze landed on Scott’s lips as his own curved upward in the beginnings of a sexy smirk, “Will you be returning again this semester?”
“I don’t know,” Scott answered honestly, uncertain on how to approach things with Steve outside of work. Not that Scott ever had a problem communicating with Captain America before, but after spending the last three hours naked in front of him, Scott found that he’d felt a bit more vulnerable in their conversation, “I mean the money is good, but I’m not exactly looking for…”
“A modeling career?” Steve asked stepping in closer to reach for Scott’s elbow in a brief touch, “Because you’d be quite good at it.”
“I don’t know about that,” Scott was convinced he was blushing even harder now.
“I do,” Steve licked his lips and delivered Scott yet another heady perusal, “What did they pay you tonight?”
“Five fifty,” Scott dutifully answered not really sure why the question felt so salacious falling from Steve’s lips when asking about Scott’s modeling assignment.
There was nothing to be ashamed of, nothing that Scott had needed to hide, yet somehow in sharing his details with Steve, Scott felt under the hot seat fearing that perhaps his modeling session would make its way back to the Avengers and by default his own team where once again rumors of Scott’s wayward history would circulate through the halls even if they simply weren’t truth. That was one, ugly rumor about Scott’s time on the streets before Xavier took pity on him that Scott wanted to just as soon avoid as it had followed him through his teens and made him the target of unwarranted gossip. His lips curved down in the beginnings of a frown as Scott contemplated a proper way to keep his modeling job between him and Steve. However, before Scott could make the request for Steve to keep quiet, Steve was gripping Scott’s elbow again and encouraging Scott to look up at him.
“I’ll pay you double if you let me finish the piece I was working on back in the classroom before we ran out of time,” Steve’s words sounded desperate, thirsty for something beyond what their typical conversations consisted of when they were at war with the world, “That is if you have a little time tonight to join me at my place and…”
“I, um,” Scott bit down on his plump bottom lip and considered what Steve was saying, “I really shouldn’t.”
“I promise it’ll be strictly professional,” Steve released Scott’s arm and took a step back, scrutinizing the lines of Scott’s face before adding further, “It’s just the last work I was doing was something of an inspiration and after we ran out of time…”
“You don’t have to pay me to pose for you,” Scott blurted out thoughtlessly, wondering why he’d said such a stupid thing after he’d already worked to humiliate himself around Steve, “I’d be happy to help you finish, but…”
“But?”
“I’ll miss my train back to the school,” Scott’s cheeks were burning now, his eyes drawn to Steve’s own beautiful blue eyes. Granted, Scott couldn’t take in their true color, but the way that Bobby had often described them in great detail offering up the touch of cobalt and hint of gold flecks within the iris itself served as a unique visual for Scott in remembering what those colors once looked like. He imagined on Steve they were breathtaking, as everything about the man who ran the other superhero team in New York was larger than life, “As much as I’d like to help you out, I’m afraid if I don’t head to the station now…”
“I’ll drive you back to the school if you like,” Steve suggested before pausing for a beat as if he was almost afraid Scott would otherwise refuse his request. Not that it wouldn’t be impossible to say no, but there was something about Steve’s expression that had Scott considering the offer to stick around for a bit, “unless I can convince you to stay out in the city tonight with me.”
“I um…” Scott’s thoughts immediately returned to Steve on that motorcycle wondering if the good captain brought it with him everywhere. Suddenly his body filled with warmth imagining what it would be like to ride behind Steve, holding onto him and snuggling in closer, sliding along the roads on that sexy motorcycle Scott had often dreamed about. So caught up in the thought Scott’s words grew even more flustered, “I mean…”
“How about we talk about it over coffee?” Steve suggested with a sexy smirk causing Scott’s heart to melt and his body to tingle in ways he dared not speak of, “We can take my bike and…”
“Coffee? Wait, you brought your motorcycle?” Scott swallowed down hard, unable to refrain from allowing that tidbit of tantalizing information to slip in and register.
“Yeah, I mean I know it’s not much for comfort, but I have an extra helmet and…” Steve’s words were lost as Scott found himself staring back at him wondering if somehow, he’d died and gone to heaven in experiencing one of his dreams brought to life.
But that was crazy. This was crazy. There was no way that Steve Rogers would be inviting him for a ride. Not anytime soon, yet with Steve eyeing him expectantly, saying words that barely reached Scott’s ears Scott knew he had it bad.
Even now after the class, Scott was certain his thoughts of Steve had served as an embarrassment as he’d felt himself aroused midway through the session over thinking about Steve on that previously mentioned motorcycle. He’d hoped that the artists hadn’t picked up on it, but in his head, Scott was experiencing this very moment with a slight variation, sharing in the beginnings of a dirty fantasy that had no room happening in a classroom. Scott knew that was naïve to be so hopeful in assuming his body hadn’t betrayed his thoughts especially after one of the women up front whispered about the size of Scott’s manhood and its remarkable size and shape. That was enough to make Scott want to cover up and hide even with the ego boost. It caught him off guard because instead of ridicule Scott anticipated when he’d taken the job, he’d been met by praise as the two women were breaking the rules in discussing how beautiful he was—how remarkable a model he’d proven to be, yet somehow during that conversation Scott’s thoughts were only of Steve observing him and wondering what Steve thought. No matter how many times Scott tried to distance himself from what was happening, he knew that Steve was watching Scott in a state of quiet unrest hoping not to fail his first real job outside of the walls of Xavier’s school all because he’d harbored a secret crush on Captain America right up there at the top of the list with the one he had on Jean for far too long to admit.
“You want to have coffee? With me?” Scott felt foolish for asking again, but as he tried not to think about what it would feel like to be wrapped around Steve on his motorcycle, Scott found it was a defeating cycle of thoughts.
“Yeah, and maybe some dinner,” Steve suggested again, and Scott couldn’t help but laugh in response at how casual Steve was with the request.
“Coffee and dinner? Keep talking like that, and it sounds almost like a date you’re asking for,” Scott managed to get out before really thinking it through. Suddenly awkward and reaching up to touch his own cheek Scott wanted to kick himself for saying something so stupid in front of someone he highly respected, “I mean…”
“Well, technically I guess it would be. A date I mean,” Steve took him by surprise reaching out to touch Scott’s cheek and warm Scott in the places his imagination hadn’t allowed. The touch was subtle, pushing over his hollowed-out cheekbone as Steve’s thumb traced Scott’s jawline with tender ease, “Not the modeling part as I’d still be more than happy to offer you compensation for posing, but beyond that…well, the truth is I’d be very interested in having dinner with you.”
“You would?” Scott’s breathless question caused his heart to quicken, his body to lean into Steve’s touch as suddenly Scott felt as if he was on display for an entirely different set of reasons.
“Absolutely. After that session back there before I could just eat you up right about now,” Steve’s fingers pushed through Scott’s hair, unable to resist taking another tentative step forward. When Scott hadn’t retreated from Steve’s advances, Steve pushed his other hand around the dip in Scott’s spine and pulled him in closer to Steve’s solid, sturdy chest, “Perhaps now is a good time for me to be clear about what I’d like to think is happening here. If that’s okay.”
“Sure,” Scott pinched his lips together and angled his head up. Steve’s rough thumb traced over Scott’s jaw, tracing his sharp, sculpted jawline before pushing over the center of his chin and cajoling Scott to look up Steve once again.
“The truth is you inspire me, Summers. What I saw in there is something I want to explore a bit further in a more intimate setting,” Steve’s voice held a darkness that hadn’t been there before. He leaned in closer than before, whispering the tantalizing words so that only Scott could hear them, “I want to finish my drawing, then I’d like to tie you up in silk—blindfold you and position you again to paint you—to bring to life what it is that I see in you if that’s alright with you.”
“You want to…to tie me up?” Scott blinked behind his glasses in observing Steve lick his lips and nod suggestively.
“Only as tight as you’ll allow,” Steve answered in a throaty breath of anticipation as his fingers etched warmth across Scott’s eager flesh underneath the dim campus lighting, “and only for the art that I wish to create. If you aren’t at all up for any of that, you’re free to decline the experience. However, I’d still like to draw you—to finish what I started before and…”
“You can tie me up if you’d like,” Scott offered up a bit too enthusiastically with Steve’s fingers pushing over his cheek once again, pressing into the dip and causing Scott’s lips to part further in anticipation, “If that’s what you want, then I don’t mind you using me as your muse.”
“I was hoping you’d say that because you truly inspire me Scott,” Steve finally reached out to cup Scott’s cheeks in his hands, angling Scott’s head up just enough to gain access to his lips.
At first Steve leaned into Scott offering up a soft feathery tease, warm and gentle in the hum across Scott’s mouth. He tasted like vanilla and cinnamon heightening Scott’s awareness of how close they truly were. Steve’s tongue slipped past the crease in Scott’s mouth, encouraging Scott to experience Steve in ways that even Scott’s fantasies hadn’t allowed. It was incredible, coming together all too fast and without any true warning, yet somehow Scott was playing along allowing Steve to kiss him, long and thorough with his large hand pushing across Scott’s spine beneath the overhead light on the sidewalk. Instinctively Scott reached out to Steve, rising on his toes, and acknowledging it was the first time in a long time that Scott had to stand taller to kiss someone, but it felt wonderful. Everything about it was beyond Scott’s imagination, taking him back to his teenage crush on the leader of the Avengers who’d been larger than life and beyond Scott’s reach.
“Let’s get that coffee,” Steve finally suggested breaking away from the kiss and leaving Scott breathlessly anticipating the night before him.
In the distance Scott could see Steve’s motorcycle parked and waiting ready to bring him one step closer to that forbidden fantasy as suddenly everything Scott had anticipated for his night alone was becoming far more interesting than he could’ve predicted.
The slight burn against Scott’s wrists had him angling a bit further, bringing his back to a deeper arch and his body twisted in ways he hadn’t quite ever experienced before. With a crimson-colored blindfold over his eyes and his body tied in the same crimson silk, Scott was on his knees with his head tipped back, and his arms tied behind him. They were attached to a thick, braided rope that hung over the blankets beside Steve’s loft window. Scott was on the floor, kneeling on a plush crimson colored comforter with his legs folded and a strip of silk draped over his shoulders skimming across his chest and allowing him to feel the cool, softness against his skin.
“How’s this?” Scott repositioned himself on the floor, struggling to find a comfortable place after he’d arrived at Steve’s hidden apartment in the city.
Upon arrival Scott was a bundle of nerves tangled in knots and anticipating the things that Steve would expect from him after Scott agreed to model for him. Although they’d discussed the terms over their shared meal Steve hadn’t mentioned another word of it beyond his initial expectations. They’d gone through the usual shop talk about their teams, rehashing over the day they’d put behind them where Scott had overshared his reasoning for modeling, even citing the trip he’d been excluded from while the others were living it up in Europe. Steve had hung on every word, silently observing Scott’s admissions before the two eventually had made their way back onto Steve’s motorcycle together to Steve’s East Village warehouse flat together. The ride had been a dream come true with Scott squeezing Steve as tight as he could without being too much. His head was nestled on Steve’s back the entire ride breathing in the scent of him until Steve had parked in the garage, and they’d made their way up in silence to the top floor. Once they were inside Steve had offered Scott first opportunity to use the shower and clean up while Steve got himself situated. Half an hour later Scott had returned freshly showered and wearing the tiny robe Steve had left for him on the bathroom counter.
“Where do you want me?” Scott had bashfully questioned once he discovered Steve over by the window positioning the pillows and blankets on the floor. At the center Scott had finally spotted the rope hanging from above, dangling down just beyond the light filtering into the room and serving as a reminder of what he’d agreed to take part in. There was a small hook at the bottom of it, indicating that somehow Scott would wind up attached to it from what Steve had explained, yet somehow the idea had been thrilling and uncomfortable all at once leaving Scott anticipating the forbidden with Steve’s art.
“Over here felt like a good place to start,” Steve motioned to the moonlight filtering in from the night sky, “We’re up high enough that people won’t be able to look in on us while we work.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” Scott lied crossing the room and approaching the place Steve had arranged for him. He stopped short of the blanket before finding the strength to open himself up to the experience Steve was offering with a bashful smile, “I trust you.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that because I want you to feel safe here,” Steve had reached for Scott again, dragging Scott into his chest and kissing Scott’s forehead gently before reaching down to touch the silk that barely covered Scott’s eager flesh. His fingers felt warm against the thin material, sending another series of sensations running through Scott as Steve held him, “I promise you’re going to feel so good about this tonight.”
“I hope so,” Scott smiled back at him, coming off as far more timid than he’d wanted to be in Steve’s home as Steve’s fingers pushed over the sash on his robe. For a moment Scott anticipated Steve removing it himself, but when he hadn’t Scott found himself filled with excitement and nervousness in anticipating what came next.
“Take your time preparing,” Steve suggested taking a step back. He seemed to be scrutinizing the light in the room and how it appeared against Scott standing in front of the window. He held his hands up as if to frame Scott for a few seconds before moving back further and observing Scott from across the room, “Just do what feels natural as we get ready for this.”
“Sure,” Scott smiled back at him, not quite clear on what Steve was asking for entirely as there had been a few details they’d skipped over in their conversation. However, with Steve’s eyes upon him, Scott found the strength to reach for the tie around his waist gripping it tightly with the moonlight shining into the apartment.
Together they stood in silence with Steve at a safe distance until he pushed himself into a chair to observe Scott. When Scott hadn’t made a move, Steve merely kept his focus on Scott’s body, bringing his arm up on the side of the chair and leaning in closer for a deeper perusal. He brought his fingers to his cheek as his blue eyes surveyed Scott, as if he was silently sizing Scott up in his uncertainty.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Steve sat up straighter, leaning back in his chair and releasing a tight breath. His eyes were still traveling over the length of Scott’s body, his lips parting and the tip of his tongue working to moisten the bottom lip, but instead of making any bold moves, he gripped the arm of the chair, “If you’ve changed your mind, then we can call it quits now.”
“No, I don’t want to do that. I want to pose for you,” Scott replied opening the robe. Knowing he was completely naked underneath Scott felt vulnerable, yet somehow in exposing himself to Steve there was something more happening behind the discomfort. Instead of feeling shame, Scott experienced a heightened sense of arousal, an eagerness that felt unfamiliar and ill-timed with Steve observing him so closely. Fearing that Steve would think the worst of him for being turned on, Scott reached down to cover himself with a slip of his fingers over his manhood, wishing that he hadn’t been so damned eager for attention after Steve’s generosity in buying him dinner and bringing him back to his apartment, “I’m sorry I…”
“You’re beautiful,” Steve lowered his own hand from his face and leaned forward to observe Scott from afar. In his slow perusal, Scott felt his body growing flushed. His heart hammered in his chest, his mind filled with all the dirty fantasies he’d carried inside for so long, but when Steve smiled at him, there was a wave of courage that found its way to Scott’s brain, “You’ve got nothing to hide.”
“I don’t?” Scott questioned as his tentative fingers fell to his hip revealing everything about his body’s natural response to being on display for Steve.
“Not at all,” Steve answered staring directly as Scott’s obvious arousal. For a few seconds he hadn’t made a move, hadn’t spoken another word, but soon after Steve was pushing off the chair and crawling across the floor to kneel before Scott.
Undeterred in his movements Steve stretched his fingers out, reaching for Scott’s slim hips and dragging him closer without warning. The jerky movement caused Scott to gasp and reach out to steady himself against Steve’s shoulder, struggling to comprehend how he’d gone from being so alone to having Steve kneeling before him, holding him in a firm grip and looking at Scott naked and ready for attention. Wordlessly Steve pushed up higher on his knees bringing them even closer together in peppering Scott’s abdomen with soft kisses. One right after another they left a damp trail across Scott’s skin, igniting a warmth inside of Scott unlike any other he’d known. His fingers curled around Steve’s shoulder tighter than before allowing for Scott’s head to drop back as the robe finally fell from the bend of his arms. He was shaking with need, caught up in longing and desperate to be touched in ways he’d only dreamt about before Steve had invited Scott back home with him. Against his usual disappointment, the night was picking up for Scott as Steve’s kisses traveled lower. Steve’s hands squeezing tighter at Scott’s hips to allow for Scott to bend his back ever so slightly, pushing his hips forward and allowing Steve’s kisses to travel over the smooth, creamy flesh beneath his navel leading toward Scott’s growing arousal.
“Steve,” Scott practically pleaded, finding himself carried away by temptation, unable to find a coherent thought in Steve’s explorations. Steve’s thumbs pushed out across Scott’s hips, carefully skimming the surface of his hipbones before sliding out over his thighs, spilling their warmth across Scott’s skin, and opening the door to desire in ways Scott had only dreamt about. In each exploration, Steve was soaking him all in, reveling in the way that Scott trembled and shook with heightened awareness, unable to hold back on the soft moans that carried over his parted lips.
“You’re exquisite,” Steve breathed against his inner thigh, depositing a tender kiss over the vulnerable skin. With an upward angle of his head Steve’s outstretched fingers charted a new path spreading heat over Scott’s inner thighs, spreading them wider and allowing Scott to grow harder against his urgings.
Any other time and Scott would be embarrassed, humiliated to be so open and exposed to the man he’d fantasized about for so long, but now he had no choice, but accept his fate when lust and desire pumped through his veins. His betraying body told the truth beyond any words Scott could share, but Steve hadn’t been put off by Scott’s desire. Instead, Steve stretched up higher, inspecting Scott’s length with the tip of his index finger before reaching around to test his fullness. In the first curl of his palm, Scott whimpered pushing forward to meet Steve’s silent command. Everything inside of him was warm and welcoming, bringing out a different kind of need. In Scott’s soft pleas Steve’s fingers were suddenly around his body, sliding over the length of Scott’s cock from root to tip and drawing emphasis to Scott’s urgency. With each stroke Scott grew harder, his tiny whimpers ripping through his throat.
“You’re beautiful Scott,” Steve whispered kissing Scott’s tip and parting his lips to offer up a tease of moisture against Scott’s opening. It was followed up with a flick of Steve’s tongue until Steve’s lips finally surrounded him, causing Scott to cry out and reach for Steve’s blonde hair to encourage Steve to offer up more attention.
“Steve…I…” Scott’s broken breath was accompanied by a moan, unable to put to words the way he was feeling as one of Steve’s hands pushed around his bottom to squeeze and hold him.
“Mmm…” Steve hummed over Scott’s length, taking his time to tease his tongue over Scott’s damp cockhead, wanting to take in the flavor of Scott before his artist’s fingers were pushing over Scott’s length memorizing his every line. The soft vibrations of Steve’s lips and tongue were enough to have Scott whimpering, quietly pleading for more as it had been the first time in a long time that anyone had touched him.
Not that Scott had been delivered a great many blowjobs in his life, but there were a few times with Jean where she’d been hoping to make him feel good when she’d fought to assure Scott that her eyes were only for him. Those days had long since passed, but even with the memory in his mind, Scott realized having Steve’s mouth over him felt nothing like Jean’s. She’d been soft and tentative, whereas Steve was wild and urgent, reckless in ways that made Scott cry out, dropping his head back further and squeezing deeper into Steve’s shoulders in urging Steve to continue. In each taste Steve took, it was as if Steve knew all the places to make Scott buckle and plead, to grow hot and urgent with rotating hips until without warning Steve slid back onto his knees and reached for the base of Scott’s cock.
“We’ll finish this later,” Steve whispering promise was accompanied by a faint kiss over Scott’s tip, sealing the deal with a small flick of his tongue. Soon after Steve was pulling a long strip of silk out of his back pocket and sliding it across Scott’s length. Unlike Steve’s mouth that was hot and inviting, the silk felt cooler even after it had been warmed against Steve’s body in being in his pocket. It was soft and smooth causing Scott to shiver with the sweep over Scott’s flesh. Angling his head down Scott observed Steve rolling it around his body, slow and steady until Steve was pushing up higher on his knees and wrapping it tighter around Scott’s fully aroused base in a slightly uncomfortable squeeze. Steve hesitated only long enough to look up at Scott behind needy blue eyes, “It’s still alright for me to tie you up, yes?”
Scott wordlessly nodded knowing that his face had to be a deep shade of crimson. He was still so urgent, yet with Steve’s hands upon him, Scott hadn’t fought against Steve taking pause long enough to deposit a tender kiss over Scott’s inner thigh, almost like a secret promise to remember to return to Scott once their art session was over. Steve’s lips almost tickled, spending a spike of arousal through Scott’s body and causing Scott to moan with legs involuntarily parting wider. The heat of Steve’s breath caused Scott’s body to jerk in anticipation, to feel the pulse of blood surging through his veins, but just as soon as Steve had taken to kissing him, Steve’s fingers had replaced his lips and delivered a soft stroke before Steve was drawing back. In his retreat Scott felt almost empty, uncertain over what was to follow until Steve was reaching for Scott’s fingers to guide Scott gently to the blankets. He held Scott’s hand on the walk around the studio. He positioned the other hand on Scott’s back until together they eased Scott onto the floor with the silk knotted around Scott’s arousal and Scott’s knees pushing into the thick blanket beneath him.
“You still feel okay about this?” Steve’s fingers were tracing over the dip between Scott’s shoulders, gently persuading Scott to tip his back towards where Steve was now standing.
“Yeah,” Scott answered, still in a heightened state of arousal mixed with curiosity.
As promised Steve went to work setting up the scene, pulling out more strips of silk and fastening them first around Scott’s wrists behind his back and then spreading out across Scott’s thigh and carefully under the bottom of his leg to bind him together in a slightly less than comfortable fashion. When Steve was finished, his hands trailed over Scott’s lower spine, gently massaging his body before turning his focus to Scott’s other leg. Once Steve was finished with Scott’s restraints Steve took a step back, observing Scott in front of the window still watching him and waiting for the final piece of Steve’s inspiration.
“You still feeling good about this?” Steve questioned reaching for Scott’s wrists and securing them to the braided rope behind him.
“Yeah,” Scott repeated finding that there wasn’t much more to say as Steve was suddenly holding his face, caressing his hollowed-out cheekbone.
Steve’s thumb pushed over the center of Scott’s plush bottom lip. He applied a soft pressure, inviting Scott to take him in and suck down on Steve’s warm flesh. Without a word Scott did as he was instructed, taking Steve in over his tongue, accepting Steve’s invasion with a damp swirl of his tongue and a push of the tip over the length of Steve’s thumb hoping it would prove to be enough. He’d never done anything like that before with anyone other than Jean, but Steve seemed pleased as he pulled out and smeared Scott’s lip with saliva wanting to offer up a glistening cherry color to Scott’s full lips in his retreat.
“You’re beautiful,” Steve stepped in behind Scott, reaching out to hold his fingers underneath Scott’s chin, to raise it higher. Steve encouraged Scott’s head to fall back into Steve’s thighs, pressing up against the rope just enough to be slightly uncomfortable, but Scott was intrigued. His lips naturally eased open, his heart racing in his chest as Steve reached for his glasses, hesitating only long enough to search Scott’s face for any sign of uncertainty behind what they were doing. When Steve was convinced there hadn’t been any, Steve gently reached out to remove Scott’s glasses, “You’ve got your eyes closed, right?”
“Yes,” Scott answered.
Suddenly Scott felt completely exposed, vulnerable and open to anything Steve desired without his glasses. There was a touch of fear, a taste of nervousness, but it was chased away by Steve’s comforting touch over his temples. Soon after Steve was leaning forward kissing Scott’s forehead gently and caressing his cheekbones, taking his time to appreciate Scott’s innocence in his new position on the blankets in front of the window and exposed to the night beyond Steve’s quiet apartment.
“You really are remarkable,” Steve whispered in Scott’s ear before positioning the blindfold over his face, securing it tight enough to leave Scott appreciating the silk’s caress upon his skin. It was followed up with another kiss over his forehead before Scott listened to Steve moving off the blankets and circling around where Scott was kneeling. Steve reached out to adjust a few of the pillows, to angle Scott differently on the blankets before his hand ran a quick sweep over Scott’s length, encouraging Scott to stay hard and eager in his position on the floor, “I think we’re ready now.”
And from that moment on Scott had fought with all that he had to stay still, to follow each of Steve’s instructions to the letter, refusing to let go of the pose Steve had put him in. It felt thrilling knowing that Steve was observing him, that in the sound of Steve’s strokes over the canvas Steve was bringing to life something that Scott, himself, wouldn’t have explored without the opportunity that Steve presented him.
Unlike in the classroom, Scott felt sexy and desirable, wanted in ways that had his body full of anticipation and urgency, wondering if when it was over if Steve would still want to keep him around for the night. So caught up in the fantasy, Scott hadn’t realized the time had passed until he heard the sink in the distance followed by Steve’s footsteps growing closer. It was then that Scott’s heart sank in realizing the art session was over. Seconds later Scott felt Steve releasing his still silk-tied wrists from the braided rope to allow them to fall numbly just over the swell of Scott’s bottom.
“You did so good,” Steve whispered warmly over the back of Scott’s neck. Steve’s fingers were running over Scott’s chest, working over the lines of his body, down over his all too slender abdomen until Steve was holding Scott’s hip in a secure grip, “You’re beautiful Scott.”
“So you keep telling me,” Scott let out a soft nervous laugh, tipping his head back just enough to catch the heat of Steve’s breath upon his shoulder.
Beyond that, Scott hadn’t made a move, hadn’t thought to until Steve was inching in closer, capturing Scott’s lips with the same hunger they’d experienced outside the classroom together. This time Scott gave himself to it wholly, wanting to experience what it was like to be touched and savored by Steve Rogers after their art session had come to an end. Scott’s hands were still tied together behind his back, pressed up against his bottom. Steve crawled forward, sliding his large palm over Scott’s abdomen, and petting him so gently that Scott whimpered unable to hold back on revealing how wonderful it felt to be touched. There was a tenderness behind the touch with Steve’s nose nuzzling Scott’s shoulder, spreading moist presses of a kiss against Scott’s needy skin.
“But you don’t believe it, do you?” Steve lazily questioned as he held Scott closer. Steve pushed forward allowing Scott to sink back against Steve’s chest, discovering much to his delight and surprise that Steve was shirtless and pressed against Scott in a welcome display of temptation.
“The girl I’ve been trying to impress is in Europe with my biggest rival,” Scott offered up with a soft laugh, feeling suddenly foolish for bringing up Jean when Steve’s hands were over him, massaging over his hips and working over Scott’s thighs to put his tight, tense body at ease.
“Foolish girl,” Steve kissed Scott’s shoulder before reaching between Scott’s thighs to palm his waning arousal, allowing for the weight of Steve’s fingers to serve as a steady reminder of the other promises Steve had offered him before they’d began, “Why would she want to spend her time in Europe when here you are ripe for the taking just like this?”
“Because she…” Scott stopped himself before he could say something stupid. Fearing he’d found a way to spoil things more than he already had by mentioning Jean Scott returned to silence.
Scott dropped his head back against Steve’s shoulder, allowing Steve to touch and tease him, sparking something inside of Scott that not even the motorcycle ride over had allowed when they were pressed up together. At the time Scott felt as if nothing could be more wonderful than holding Steve close, yet now with Steve’s heated skin against his spine Scott felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Steve began pushing in closer with his talented fingers working a slow, subtle friction over Scott’s arousal and Scott knew he’d never experience anything this wonderful again.
“You’re far more than what she’d allowed herself to experience in leaving for Europe. If I had you waiting in my bed, I wouldn’t even consider walking away without you by my side, but I suppose we can blame that on her youth,” Steve released Scott’s cock, instead touching his fingers over the silk tied around Scott’s thighs. Steve drew lazy circles over the fabric with his fingertips before curving his hand inward to spread Scott’s legs wider than before. There was a small burn in the stretch, but it was soon replaced by Steve’s large hand stroking Scott’s inner thigh and creating a different kind of warmth inside of Scott, “Tell me something Scott…”
“What’s that?” Scott asked in a shallow panting breath. Steve had taken to touching the underside of Scott’s length, reaching him from a different angle before his thumb swept over Scott’s testicles in a soft, possessive squeeze that caused Scott to jerk with anticipation.
“Is Jean the only person that you’ve ever….?” Steve’s words trailed off as his kisses were suddenly over Scott’s neck, delivering a sharp, steady string of damp heat in his controlled, suggestive open mouth kisses.
“Ever?” Scott’s voice hitched with embarrassment, unable to find a balance for clarity with Steve touching him, working his fingers of one hand over Scott’s chest and reaching up to pinch at Scott’s nipple. In doing so Scott moaned louder fearing he gave himself away entirely as Steve’s other hand was pushing over Scott’s length, hoping to provoke a deeper reaction out of him.
“Don’t be coy Scott,” Steve bit down on Scott’s shoulder before pulling Scott back across the blankets. In Scott’s bound position, Steve began raising Scott up just enough to encourage Scott to slide on his lap.
In doing so Scott discovered that Steve was in his underwear, still not entirely naked, but naked enough for Scott to feel the evidence of Steve’s thick, hard arousal poking through the fabric against Scott’s bottom in a blatant questioning. He made a small movement beneath Scott pushing them both up higher on the blanket, bodies flushed together and rotating gently. Steve’s hand was over Scott’s abdomen, caressing his tender flesh with outstretched fingers and a slow, tender round of petting. His fabric covered cock was sliding upward, pressing against Scott’s crease in a tease, causing Scott to shift and twist, unable to reach for Steve with his hands tied behind his back. It was making his head spin, his thoughts filled with his delicious dreams of Steve, but they were nothing like the reality as Steve’s determined fingers pinched at Scott’s nipple.
“I…um…” Scott whimpered and shook, finding that with a small rock of Steve’s hips, Scott was pushing back harder, still restrained by the silk over his legs keeping them bent in an unnatural way after Steve had taken to holding him. Lowering his head in embarrassment over being put in the hot seat in Steve’s questioning, Scott felt Steve’s hands over his abdomen, hugging him tighter as his soft kisses worked their way up to Scott’s earlobe, “No. I haven’t. Been with anyone else I mean. Just…with Jean and not…”
“Not what?” Steve asked, ceasing all movement as he held Scott in his arms.
“We were waiting for…” Scott swallowed down hard as embarrassment flooded over his cheeks in revealing his humiliating truth over the way his relationship had come to a full crawl where intimacy was concerned, “well that. Since we aren’t officially together the other stuff is something that doesn’t require a title, but…making love…is…we aren’t technically dating so…”
“You’re twenty-two Scott. Surely, you’ve…” Steve tensed up beneath Scott, considering what Scott was saying to him in their conversation.
“I mean I’ve fooled around with other people,” Scott quietly answered, uncertain on how the rest of their conversation could be anything, but a disaster in what followed in his painful admission, “As a kid I did things at the orphanage with some of the other boys that kids do, but with sex…”
“I see,” Steve’s hands stilled over Scott’s body leading Scott to fear that everything they’d been doing together was about to come to a painful end between them.
“Steve, it’s not that I haven’t wanted to, but with the team there was never a moment where it came up and…” Scott swallowed down hard, grateful for the blindfold as he imagined the disappointment on Steve’s face in hearing how undesirable Scott had been to the world around him. Sure, he and Jean had a little bit of something, but they’d played is slow and steady, never really going further than Jean was ready to go without a commitment until Scott was in the now in Captain America’s apartment caged in the heat of Steve’s arms feeling foolish for the sudden burst of honesty that rolled over his tongue, “I want to, but…”
“This probably isn’t the best introduction to sex for you,” Steve decided reaching down to position his hand over Scott’s thigh. Steve curved his fingers over Scott’s leg to unknot the silk around his inner thigh, freeing Scott up after his time in restraints. Wordlessly the other strap followed until Steve’s arms were circling around Scott’s waist. Steve repositioned Scott over his lap so that they were facing one another as all their teasing came to a halt. With a slight adjustment, Steve reached for Scott’s arms, bringing them up over Steve’s head and around his shoulders so that Scott could hold him behind tied wrists.
“I don’t want to stop doing this,” Scott spoke up in protest, hoping to convey the urgency behind the request he was about to make even if it means delving into uncharted territory with the rival team leader, “I know that I might not have a lot of experience, but that doesn’t mean I’m not interested. Because I am. I have been for a while and…”
“I didn’t say we weren’t going to do this,” Steve promised pulling Scott in closer to sit directly over his lap. Steve reached out to encourage Scott’s legs to wrap around his torso, to hold Steve tight as they were together on the blanket enveloped in each other, “Just that we weren’t going to do it the way I’d originally intended on it happening because as much as I’d love to have you tied up, I don’t think that’s the way we want to do this if it is your first time.”
“So, then you’re not sending me home?” Scott asked behind quiet, uneasy words as Steve’s fingers caressed his cheekbone again.
“Not by a longshot,” Steve promised moving in to kiss Scott before reaching out to touch at the blindfold over his eyes, “but maybe instead of jumping this far ahead, we can do something a bit softer, something you might enjoy as an introduction to pleasure if that’s okay.”
“I’m enjoying this,” Scott divulged with a pout. Steve pulled off his blindfold instead replacing it with Scott’s glasses where Scott anticipated discovering Steve staring back at him like he was broken—like so many others did when they were afraid to get close to him. However, instead of disappointment, Steve was searching his features looking at Scott in the ways he had before, scrutinizing his every line and detail with warm fingers pushing up over Scott’s spine in a casual slide.
“Good, that’s what I was hoping to hear,” Steve responded angling in closer and catching Scott’s lips in a kiss. It was long and drawn out, encouraging Scott to savor the taste, to open himself to the promise of pleasure to follow with Steve’s arms around him.
Steve pulled Scott in closer yet, allowing their shared warmth to touch places within Scott he hadn’t experienced before. With Steve’s hands easing over Scott’s body spreading their warm across his skin Scott started to melt. Scott closed his eyes and sighed angling into the touch with Steve pushing up over Scott’s spine. His artist’s hands spread even greater warmth over Scott before reaching down to hold Scott’s bottom and offer up a small squeeze. Scott was moaning into the kiss, recklessly nudging upward over Steve’s lap to feel Steve’s body beneath his, rock hard and wanting something that Scott hadn’t quite found to give to someone before.
Together they were lost in a series of kisses, one right after the other with Steve’s caresses tapering off over Scott’s narrow hips, circling around his thighs. Steve moved in his hands between them, over them before returning to Scott’s abdomen and reaching around to cup and hold his bottom in a possessive squeeze.
“How about we get into a shower for a bit to relax?” Steve suggested pulling away from the kiss yet keeping Scott with him. Steve effortlessly rose from the floor, keeping Scott against his chest the entire time until after a few clumsy movements they were leaving Steve’s studio behind and entering Steve’s small bathroom to prepare for a new experience together.
“Just give me a minute, yeah?” Steve suggested setting Scott down on the countertop. He kissed Scott’s lips before slipping down to detangle himself from Scott’s bound wrists still draped around Steve’s neck. Once Steve was freed from their grip, he raised Scott’s hands to his lips, offering up a chaste kiss before removing the silk. In doing so Scott noticed the discoloration over his skin, feeling a soft sting even with the gentle material against his flesh. Sensing Scott’s discomfort Steve raised Scott’s wrists to his lips peppering the reddened flesh with tender kisses before stepping away to turn on the shower, “We’ll work on fixing that too after the shower.”
“Okay,” Scott replied watching Steve testing the water before he reached out to peel away his modest white briefs revealing the tan line Scott hadn’t really anticipated ever seeing in the man he’d thought long and hard about in his youth.
Scott watched in breathless wonder as Steve stood completely naked, his backside to Scott to deliver a view that Scott was even more convinced Bobby would be envious of. In Scott’s silent observation Steve tinkered with the dials preparing the shower for the two of them until he was satisfied with the current temperature. Standing up taller Steve rolled his shoulders back and finally turned around revealing the rest of his beautiful body, fully aroused and remarkable in every way imaginable. Steve seemed completely at ease in his nudity unaware of Scott’s silent gawking until a few moments later Steve returned reaching out to pull Scott off the countertop in one strong sweep of his arms.
“Here we go,” Steve carried Scott into the shower, hesitating only long enough to consider his glasses under the water, “Do you mind if I take them off for now so that we…?”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Scott went along with Steve’s suggestion closing his eyes and preparing for Steve to take his glasses off again. It was becoming a pattern for them, but what Scott hadn’t been prepared for was the way that Steve stopped long enough to lean forward and deposit a feathery light kiss across Scott’s eyelid. It was followed up with a warm slide of Steve’s fingers underneath Scott’s eyes, tenderly stroking Scott’s flesh and allowing Scott to settle into the warm kiss across his other eyelid. The soft movements had Scott quivering, feeling even more connected to the man he’d gone home with in ways that Scott hadn’t anticipated as no one had ever thought to touch him that way.
“Come here,” Steve’s muted words whispered into his shoulder, encouraging Scott to step forward into Steve’s welcoming body, feeling the strength that surrounded him as Steve carried him into the shower.
The warmth of the spray above felt like heaven against Scott’s tense, tingling muscles, serving as a reminder of how long he’d been sitting throughout the day, naked and frozen in position for the sake of art. It was almost laughable but spoke volumes about Scott’s restraint. Wordlessly Steve’s fingers pushed over Scott’s spine, working a lather over his body with Scott still pressed into his solid chest. Reaching up behind shaky fingers Scott took the initiative to touch Steve and feel the man he’d often fantasized about within his grasp.
“That’s nice,” Steve’s words were encouraging, allowing Scott to keep touching him, to run his fingers across the ripple of strength and corded muscle beneath his touch until Scott was holding Steve’s arousal in his palm. With his eyes tightly closed, Scott thought of the brief glimpse of Steve he’d experienced before, tracing his fingertips over every dip and curve that filled his thoughts as the weight of Steve’s cock felt heavy in his grasp. For a few seconds Steve’s fingers were holding firm over Scott’s, encouraging Scott to surround him, to learn the way Steve was shaped in their slow, steady movements across Steve’s smooth skin. Together they continued to stroke Steve’s length, accompanied by a lazy series of soft kisses exchanged between them after Steve had curled his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to bring his lips closer. It continued that way until finally Steve let Scott remain touching Steve’s arousal on his own, working a slow friction over Steve’s body. While Scott’s courage grew, so did his grip in hoping to offer Steve something to remember in their time together. All the while Steve continued to lather up Scott’s spine, working a foamy texture over his body before nudging Scott to take a step back and allow for the water to rinse him clean, “Good boy.”
The praise brought a deeper shade of color to Scott’s cheeks, rendering him speechless before Steve spun Scott around away from him, ignoring the hand job entirely in favor of doting on Scott. Steve encouraged Scott to lean back against his chest, working the same lather over the front of Scott’s body, taking time with the sponge he was holding to offer a soothing motion. In each circular press, Scott’s head was falling back against Steve’s shoulder, releasing the soft breaths of ease he’d found until Steve’s fingers were pushing below Scott’s abdomen to cradle his body in his strong grip. Suddenly alert and eager, Scott stretched his arm up higher, curling it around Steve’s shoulder to coax him to continue, to feel Scott’s desire rolling through him.
“Please,” Scott whimpered as Steve’s long strokes created a delicious friction over Scott, heightening every sensation and causing him to rock forward. Scott began to push himself into Steve’s hand knowing that in his inexperience he was giving himself away in his urgency.
Still, it felt incredible, so perfect and wonderful that when Steve’s other fingers were angled under Scott’s chin to coax him to slide his head back further against Steve’s shoulder, Scott let out a soft moan. Steve collected his lips in his kiss, continuing to tantalize and tease Scott, filling him with urgency and an ache unlike any other he’d shared with anyone beyond Jean. Scott was warm all over, body buzzing with a different kind of energy, fueled by desire and an ache for something more than the isolation he’d felt in being the odd man out at the school.
In Steve’s touch, Scott felt beautiful, wanted, and needed in ways that he feared he’d never experience again. For once Scott found himself greedy and eager for more, pushing harder into Steve’s palm, allowing his lover’s strength to carry him to the heavens until Scott knew he’d lose the war from within. He’d given himself to temptation ignoring all the burden of responsibility he’d carried before taking a chance on Steve. Scott was whimpering and crying out, biting down on his bottom lip, and falling away from anything but the welcome sensation of bliss rolling over him down to the tips of his toes. Scott stretched up higher, pushing harder into Steve’s grip, wanting to savor the feeling forever, but carried away by all he was experiencing, Scott knew it wouldn’t last—that his body wouldn’t allow him to be trapped in a state of bliss as everything inside of him fell away, taking him closer to the edge of heaven. With the sharp, jerking movement that rolled over him, Scott felt Steve’s strong arm wrap securely around his torso, drawing Scott back against Steve’s still hard flesh, pressed into Scott’s spine and revealing a damp trail of excitement in his lover. Steve hadn’t made a move to work his way inside of Scott, but rather rutted against the dip in Scott’s spine, still working Scott to a frenzy with his skilled caress, pumping his fingers faster and harder than before.
“Steve,” Scott spoke his name in a sharp whisper, tightening up with the feel of Steve’s thumb pushing over his damp head and causing Scott to cry out, losing himself to his release in hot, urgent jolts of warmth from within.
“That’s it,” Steve encouraged him to let go, working Scott’s release to a heightened pitch, savoring each muffled sound Scott’s mouth made into Steve’s chest with a twist of his head and a parting of his lips. Scott was panting, carried away by breathlessness when Steve kissed him again, riding the aftershocks with him until the end leaving Scott feeling boneless and satiated in ways Scott hadn’t anticipated upon entering the shower.
Now with Steve’s arms around him, Scott felt light and free, twisting around behind closed eyelids to snuggle into Steve’s chest. Scott buried his face and fought to control his breath, to get a grasp on what he was feeling, but no words felt appropriate. Instead, Steve held him close and touched him, spreading his warmth over the places where Scott had longed to be touched. Steve was slow and gentle, pushing out across Scott’s spine, around his flank and across his outer thighs to still Scott’s shaking until finally Steve was stepping forward and encouraging Scott to once again allow the water to roll over his trembling body.
The shower continued a bit longer with more kisses and soft petting until it was over all too soon and Steve was scooping Scott out of the shower. Steve took his time drying Scott off, speaking about their session in the studio and praising Scott for his modeling abilities. Through it all Scott found himself mesmerized by the sound of Steve’s voice, wanting to provide so much more for him until finally Steve offered Scott his glasses again. When they were finally in position Scott opened his eyes, he discovered Steve was standing in front of him, draped in a towel with damp blonde hair looking like the ultimate fantasy brought to life.
“You must be exhausted,” Steve whispered moving in to kiss Scott again before taking Scott’s hand in his.
“I’m okay,” Scott replied behind a soft yawn, knowing that his betraying body had worked a number on him, taking him from the promise of a wild night of passion with Captain America to something entirely different as he feared Steve would be ready to take him back to the school and put behind the time they’d spent together.
“No,” Steve decided touching Scott’s lips and tracing their lines, “you aren’t. You need to rest.”
“I don’t want to go home. Not tonight,” Scott whined in protest, refusing to accept that his night was over all too soon even if it hadn’t gone entirely as they’d planned, “You said I could stay and…”
“I wasn’t planning on letting you leave tonight—not after you’ll be coming down from that experience we shared,” Steve worked to assure him behind a smile and a soft caress of his index finger over Scott’s bottom lip, “Just making sure that we’re on the same page tonight. We get some sleep, a little breakfast and then maybe…”
“What?” Scott inquired behind a quiet voice catching the way that Steve ran another towel through his hair, drying it off just enough to keep it from spilling droplets over his chest.
“We figure out what comes next,” Steve explained finishing up with the towel before setting it on the countertop. In doing so, he stepped forward, caging Scott between the counter and his hard lines. He angled his head down searching Scott’s features before bringing their lips dangerously close together, “You think you’ll be alright with that?”
“I think I’ll manage,” Scott answered and for the first time in a long time, he found himself anticipating the thought of spending the night in bed dreaming about Captain America at his side, sharing in something wonderful that was always just beyond his reach.
Chapter 2: Infatuation and Instruction
Summary:
Scott weighs out his options after Steve offers him a thrilling proposal. While Scott considers his decision, Scott finds himself leaning towards a path to self-discovery and sexual explorations only to learn that he doesn't have a clue where to start. After Scott has an outing with Bobby, Steve decides it's time to teach Scott a few things about the world of pleasure.
Notes:
Since I'd penned more and there's an interest in this one, I'll give everyone a bit of something more in this rare pair as they find each other. I hope everyone enjoys it :)
I used the following prompt briefly in this one: Summers Splash: Sex Manual (with photos)
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The warmth of sunlight filled the unfamiliar room as Scott rolled onto his side, naked and taking a moment to remember where he was. There was a scent in the air that immediately brought him back to remembering his time on the streets, back before Charles had taken pity upon the broken orphaned boy and brought Scott back to a somewhat normal life again. Only unlike all the terrible memories that once tormented his mind, this one was filled with warmth and the wonders of the city in waking up early. It was one of the only pleasant memories Scott had of mornings at the local bakery where he’d often sought shelter behind a dumpster, covered in cardboard and hoping to make it through the night. Often, he’d feared he wouldn’t, but somehow after he’d endured his own personal hell, the next morning the pleasant-faced bakery owner who barely spoke English started her day and appeared revealing fresh baked bread and pastries meant to delight the world around him.
For Scott, in those days, the sweet and savory smells only magnified his hunger, leading Scott to yearn for something more in his life until the woman who’d been opening for the day took pity on him and offered him something on the side meant to nourish him in times when life had been harder than it should’ve been. She was kind to Scott, kinder than most who’d happened across a terrified mutant boy living on the streets, but Scott had known not to push his luck. He’d stuck around only long enough to thank the bakery owner for the offerings, apologizing for taking advantage of her generosity before scooting off on his way and promising that he wouldn’t return to tax on her business. Yet each morning Scott was back again, hiding in the shadows armed with the hope that she’d still take pity on his pathetic soul despite his attempts to hide his suffering.
Those days were long gone, but Scott’s body could still recall all the delicious smells that had caused his stomach to growl and ache in pain in the days before the kind bakery owner had showed him compassion, carried by the scent alone to the desire to have something more in his life. Now those days still haunted Scott, serving as a painful reminder of how one misstep could lead him in the wrong direction should he prove to outlive his usefulness with the team. Not that Scott believed that Charles would ever discard him like everyone else had, yet somehow the fear never truly slipped away in knowing he’d never truly assimilated to the group as readily as other kids did. Recognizing that he was still the odd man out had Scott on guard, desperate to keep proving himself and the ways in which he was vital to the team. Knowing that they were in Europe without him only magnified his fears of isolation even if Scott was fighting to keep it from consuming him in his solitude. It was buried down deep tucked behind the new life Charles had offered, yet somehow in smelling something so deliciously wonderful Scott had to recenter himself and question where he’d landed in his awakening.
Steve’s apartment, Scott’s inner voice reminded him sending Scott back to the reality of spending the night with the rival team leader, sharing in something remarkable that left Scott so comfortable that he’d readily worked his way into Steve’s apartment eager to be seduced. It had been such a tantalizing idea that Scott had lent himself to the moment wanting to give all he had to offer and more, but instead of the wild and reckless night he’d vowed he would offer Steve, Scott had crashed hard and early. Giving into his exhaustion after the shower, Scott had wanted to grant Steve so much more, yet somehow as soon as Scott slipped into the warm blankets with Steve’s strong arms around him, he’d lost the war within himself to keep holding on. His night was filled with beautiful dreams of Steve, exploring all the fantasies that Scott hadn’t been able to obtain in the waking hours. It had him feeling warm and fuzzy, stirring gently beneath the sheet only to begin his day surrounded by the sweet smells in one of the most comfortable beds he’d ever slept in only to wake up alone.
“Steve?” Scott questioned behind a yawn sitting upright and discovering that instead of being naked and stretched out beside Scott like he was the night before Steve was nowhere in sight.
Aside from the glorious smells causing Scott’s stomach to rumble harder than before, there was no sign of anything beyond the quiet bedroom revealing soft shades of gold and amber across the flooring. It was far from what Scott had anticipated, but as Scott fell back against the plush pillows considering his next move, he spotted the canvas across the room positioned against the dresser. With a twist of his torso Scott’s eyes fell upon Steve’s artwork from the night before, revealing Scott at his most scandalous, tied up and twisted in anticipation, longing for the state of bliss that he’d been denied thus far in life. It was naughty and wonderful, sexy in ways that Scott found himself intrigued by. Steve held nothing back in his vision, revealing Scott’s aroused body on display, bent for Steve and open to anything as there was a certain freedom to be found in the artwork before him. It took Scott’s breath away, making his cheeks heat up and his lips part as seeing himself through Steve’s eyes was nothing short of a turn on.
Licking his lips, Scott pushed the blankets away from the bed, preparing to move in for a closer look when he heard Steve’s heavy footsteps at the door.
“I thought I heard you moving in here,” Steve called out to him, leaning up against the archway in a simple sleeveless white t-shirt and striped pajama pants. Steve looked every bit as comfortable in his skin as Scott was on the canvas, stretched out and scrutinizing Scott in his awakening. Spotting Scott focused on the art Steve took a step into the bedroom and nodded towards the canvas, “What do you think?”
“It’s…breathtaking,” Scott answered looking up at his would-be lover with a warmth sweeping over his cheeks, finding himself at a loss as Steve’s eyes held that same twinkle in them as before, “What you did with that…”
“That was all you,” Steve circled around the bed to take a seat beside Scott, admiring his work. Wordlessly Steve’s fingers pushed gently over Scott’s inner thigh to position his hand between Scott’s legs. It wasn’t anything even remotely close to sexual as his fingers merely rested upon Scott’s flesh, yet somehow there was something wonderful about the weight of Steve’s hand upon him that had Scott’s stomach ties up in knots, chasing the butterflies that were working to heighten his awareness of Steve beside him, “I only chronicled what I saw—hoping that I could catch a fraction of how gorgeous you are just like that and…”
“I’ve never looked like that before,” Scott admitted behind a blush, turning to face Steve with a smile upon his lips and a hunger for the man beside him that rivaled the one growing in his belly, “You have a gift with your art.”
“It’s more of a hobby to fill the quiet hours, but thank you,” Steve flashed Scott a modest smile, looking much more like Captain America in his positioning than the man who’d delivered Scott to the stars the night before, “With the right muse I’m sure that I appear as if I know what I’m doing and…”
“That says a whole lot more about your talent as an artist,” Scott offered up in response catching the way Steve was still watching him, observing Scott’s response to being presented with Steve’s creation.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t cause you to delve too deep into my psyche or attempt to scrutinize my inclinations towards sex because I’d like you to still be able to spend time around me without blushing,” Steve teased reaching out to touch Scott’s cheek in a gentle sweep of exploratory fingers. His fingers held their position searching Scott’s features for a sign of Scott’s responsiveness before Scott angled into the touch hoping to savor the warmth.
“I’d like to know more about your inclinations towards sex,” Scott confessed allowing Steve’s warmth to hold him close and fill him with a sense of curiosity in his new discoveries about the man he’d taken to spending time with, “Starting with how we might work towards having it with each other.”
“Step one is getting you fed and back home before the Professor starts thinking you were abducted from the school,” Steve teased behind a hint of laughter.
“I’m not a kid anymore Steve. It’s not like I have a curfew or need to check in with Charles on what I’m doing,” Scott scoffed at the nature of Steve’s teasing. He shifted on the mattress, suddenly aware of his nakedness all over again as Steve was pulling out the typical Captain America talk.
“I know you’re not Scott,” Steve’s tone softened, his eyes twinkling with possibility as his fingers pushed into Scott’s messy dark hair, “I wouldn’t have brought a kid home with me to pose like that. What kind of pervert do you take me for?”
“That’s not what I was trying to say when…” Scott was suddenly flustered remembering the other things he’d done with Steve the night before when it had been painfully obvious Steve had no longer viewed Scott as that too skinny, clumsy with his words, awkward teenage boy, but rather as the man Scott was trying to become in his training at the school.
“I know you weren’t,” Steve’s laughter filled the space between them indicating that Steve was taking great pleasure in getting Scott worked up in his teasing. Steve’s thumb stretched out and pushed over the bottom of Scott’s plump lips, sweeping across the sensitive skin, and causing goosebumps over Scott’s flesh, “I just wanted to clarify for the record that if I didn’t see you as my equal in all of this, then I wouldn’t have brought you home with me. Wouldn’t have touched you like that and…”
“Right,” Scott swallowed down hard, suddenly wanting to kick himself for even implanting the idea to begin with that Steve still saw Scott as that lonely teen Xavier recruited on the battlefield fumbling to get a word out with his childhood hero, “I was just trying to say that…”
“I know what you were trying to say Scott, but it’s not necessary when we’re together,” Steve contended with a soft rumble of laughter as he was still tracing the lines of Scott’s lips. His eyes were focused on Scott’s mouth, seemingly lost in his own string of naughty thoughts still hidden from Scott in their proximity, “I was just referencing that I’m aware of how protective Charles is of his students. Especially you. I know he likes to keep tabs on his students and faculty and…”
“I let him know I wouldn’t be coming home last night,” Scott replied quickly catching the curiosity his admission pulled out of Steve, who was now leaning in closer to where Scott was seated on the bed.
“You did, did you?” Steve replied stretching his fingers out over the soft edge of Scott’s hairline to gently finger his dark hair.
“I did. Figured it would make things easier for us after I told the Professor that I was staying with the Avengers on a team related thing. He wasn’t going to question the validity of a mission where Captain America and his team was involved,” Scott’s cheeks grew hot in his admission with Steve teasing Scott’s messy dark waves, rolling them between his fingers before curling his hand into a fist at the back of Scott’s head to grip tighter on Scott’s short hair. In doing so, Scott’s head arched back just a touch, exposing his neck to the man who’d left a hickey there the night before. That was something that Scott did notice in the mirror when they’d left the bathroom, but he hadn’t thought to mention it now that Steve was eyeing his smooth skin, no doubt surveying the evidence of his impact on Scott in their time together.
“That was a very smart thing to do Scott. Very pragmatic in your approach,” Steve’s thumb was circling over the edge of the fading hickey, lightly outlining the outer edge, and appreciating the way he’d marked Scott the night before. A touch of a smile teased over his lips before Steve’s eyes angled up to search for Scott’s thoughts behind the glasses that kept Scott at a distance from the world around him, “Although I never imagined you’d take to lying to Charles like that. When did you find the time?”
“It’s not that I wanted to go out of my way to deceive him. Technically I told him as much of the truth as he needed to hear. It wasn’t a lie—but rather I was just leaving it simple. Not giving away anything more than he needed to know in that I would be fine,” Scott answered before biting back a soft moan that filled him as Steve’s thumb applied a bit more pressure to Scott’s neck to reveal a tenderness where Steve’s lips had marked him. Catching Steve’s hint of a smile, Scott dropped his head back further to offer up a clearer glimpse, parting his lips and letting out a soft moan of approval. Steve’s lips were suddenly over him again, widening open to suck down over Scott’s skin in a naughty return to what they’d experienced the night before. Reaching out to grip Steve’s shoulder, Scott cried out again, holding on tighter as Steve’s tongue flicked over the reddened patch of flesh. However, with nerves overtaking him Scott rambled on about his decision to reach out to Charles, “Somewhere between coffee and us arriving here to explore your inspiration, I decided to let the Professor know I wouldn’t be coming back until this afternoon so…”
“You’re hoping that I’ll take advantage of you because I can, now that you worked your way around having permission to be here,” Steve teased and arched a speculative brow in Scott’s direction. Steve sat up straighter on the bed delivering Scott another torturous perusal before positioning his hand on the mattress behind Scott rather than taking to touching Scott like he was before.
“More like I was hoping that you’d wanted to, but yeah…” Scott’s legs stretched out across the wooden flooring, pushing open wider to allow for his nakedness to be on display in ways he hadn’t been brave enough to share with anyone before. He arched his back and spread his legs wider hoping the movement would lead Steve to take him all in once again, “Maybe you’d be inspired to do some more artwork and…”
“With you at my side that’s an awful lot of temptation to offer,” Steve relented leaning in to kiss Scott gently, curving his head just enough to gain full access to the warmth behind Scott’s parted lips.
Much like the night before Steve took his time, guiding Scott to taste him, to experience the hunger burning beneath the surface that Steve had held back on the night before. It was accompanied by a touch of darkness, filled with a yearning for something that Scott hadn’t quite understood before he’d found his way into the privacy of Steve’s home. As they parted Steve pressed his forehead against Scott’s breathing him in before Steve’s hand stretched out around Scott’s side to pull Scott up off the mattress and into Steve’s waiting lap.
“Truth is Scott, as much as I’m enjoying this, I’m not what you think I am,” Steve confessed pressing their foreheads together and allowing for Scott to experience the heat of Steve beneath him, “I know what the world sees when they look at Captain America, but who he is and what I am, well, they are two entirely different things.”
“I can understand that,” Scott stretched up higher, easing his arms around Steve’s shoulders and encouraging Steve to hold him closer in their tight embrace, “Being Cyclops is more than just a job for me. It’s a lifestyle that I have to maintain to keep up the image Charles keeps going for the team. He has this vision for the team that he wants us to uphold and…”
“Same with Captain America,” Steve answered in a labored breath. His arms snaked tighter around Scott’s waist, revealing something more beyond their embrace, “He’s the face of something bigger than what I am, but as for me…”
“Steve, I like you just the way you are,” Scott replied reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek, to encourage Steve to look at him and see that what they’d found in each other was something Scott was certain that he needed to experience in his life, “All of this…last night…”
“Was only touching the surface of what’s in here,” Steve explained pointing to his head before biting down on his bottom lip. Steve was hesitant, almost tense before he spoke up again behind a tentative breath, “When I painted you last night…after I had you tied up like that…”
“What of it?” Scott questioned, searching Steve’s lips, and imagining what it would feel like to kiss him again and again.
“I like that, Scott. A lot,” Steve stressed the words, but when it was clear that Scott wasn’t picking up on Steve was trying to say, Steve elaborated further, “with sex. I’m into experimentation and…”
“And?”
“Seeing as you aren’t…” Steve bit back on his words, allowing for his eyes to chart a path over Scott’s smooth body, taking in each line and allowing for Scott to comprehend the lust simmering beneath the surface of Steve’s ravenous perusal, “The things that I enjoy—that I’d like to put you through when we’re together with tying you up and…”
“I don’t mind you tying me up,” Scott responded quickly. Almost too quickly as he licked his own lips wondering if that was troubling Steve in Scott’s awakening after Scott had been marked by the restraints. Scott’s wrists were fine now but remembering the impression the tightened silk had left over his skin, Scott fought to put Steve’s mind at ease, “Just because I’ve never been with a man that way doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be with you like that.”
“Scott,” Steve’s words were tense, his body tightening beneath Scott as he held him, “I…I don’t know how to put this in a clear enough term to spell it out so there isn’t any confusion between us.”
“I’m a big boy Steve,” Scott bit down on his bottom lip, suddenly hating his word selection as he shook his head and frowned, “What I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to hide anything from me. I want to get to know you better as you are.”
“Scott, it’s just that…” Steve swallowed down hard before his blue eyes found their way to Scott’s glasses once again, “I like sex. A lot. I always have from the earliest days even before the super serum and…”
“Okay and the problem with that is what exactly?” Scott questioned behind bated breath.
“Because while I can appreciate the tenderness of making love sometimes…” Steve’s words trailed off as his index finger pushed over Scott’s collar bone, tracing over the soft line before drawing a path up underneath Scott’s chin to raise his head up higher to see Steve as he was before Scott, “I’d rather not be soft with it.”
“Steve?” Scott blinked back behind his glasses trying to gauge Steve’s uneasiness in their conversation.
“Tying you up was only a beginning for me. When I’d invited you home, I’d planned on sharing something with you that I don’t let just anyone see. What I’d wanted…what I’d intended to give you after you agreed to be restrained…” Steve hesitated as Scott’s arms squeezed around him tighter than before, hoping to encourage Steve to feel safe with him.
“It’s okay. You can talk to me,” Scott mouthed in response, finding his voice as his fingers pushed through Steve’s neatly combed blonde hair.
“It’s just… Sometimes I like it rough and hard Scott. Harder than anything I’m certain you’ve even considered and…” Steve finally looked away unable to meet Scott’s expression in his admission, “There are things about me that I don’t want the world to see that…”
“What?”
“I’m not good in relationships Scott,” Steve answered behind an uneasy sigh before finding the courage to meet Scott head on again, “The last time I allowed myself to do that times were different and the man I was with…”
“Bucky,” Scott blurted out catching Steve off guard with his suggestion.
“Bucky,” Steve repeated giving Scott another long look before he was reaching out to sweep his fingers across Scott’s shoulder, “When Bucky and I met, it’s no secret that he was younger than me. That over time he and I experienced a relationship where…we agreed to certain things—experiences that might not be for just anyone, but for us…before he was gone, well, it worked. We worked, but it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to make something like that work long term. The things that I’m into aren’t for everyone and…”
“And what? You think that I’m going to turn you away because of that?” Scott questioned delivering Steve a look of disbelief, “What would make you think that I would want to run away when…?”
“You’ve never been in anything like this before,” Steve replied touching his cheek as a soft smile filled his lips, almost as if Steve was viewing Scott’s inexperience as a sign of him being naïve and out of touch with what Steve was looking for in a relationship, “You don’t know what it could be like when…”
“Show me. I want to learn,” Scott suggested reaching out to slide his fingers through Steve’s blonde hair. Scott pushed up higher on his knees, stretching his torso out over Steve’s lap to deliver Steve another tantalizing glimpse of the body that Scott was certain that Steve coveted as much as Scott wanted to give it to him, “Let me see what you like. Make me your canvas to design and create, to shape into what you want me to be and…”
“Last night when you told me you never did this before. That you and Jean hadn’t…” Steve’s words trailed off as guilt rolled off the tip of his tongue in taking in the slim lines of Scott’s body, “Scott it’s been a long time since I’ve been with someone who hasn’t at least shared a taste of my interests and…”
“So then share them with me,” Scott suggested pushing his palms flat against Steve’s shoulders and encouraging Steve to stretch out across the bed beneath him. Taking advantage of the momentum between them, Scott crawled over Steve licking his lips and making his position known from above as a burst of courage rolled over his body in convincing Steve that he was the perfect candidate for whatever Steve had in mind for them moving forward, “Let me see what you like—determine if it’s for me and then…”
“Scott, what you’re asking entails things that…” Steve’s words trailed off as he looked to Scott’s lips again revealing a slow, simmering hunger. Steve’s hand was pressing against Scott’s cheek spreading his warmth and filling Scott with hope for the possibility between them, “You don’t know how hard it was not to experience all of you last night. With all that I am I wanted to bury myself inside of you and make you scream my name. To show you how good it feels when you’re held down and claimed by someone who desires all that you are…”
“There’s nothing stopping you now,” Scott suggested dipping down and trailing his tongue over Steve’s bottom lip, going against his need to be a good boy, and delivering a tease of something darker in the hopes of fitting into Steve’s fantasy. He was rewarded with Steve’s palm pushing over his ass, squeezing tight and leaving a mark in Scott’s firm flesh in his rough grip.
“I could fuck you right now,” Steve growled arching up to bite at Scott’s bottom lip, delivering a sharp sting in the movement that only caused Scott to moan into the following kiss. Together their tongues met with a new hunger, bodies aligned on the bed until Steve was rolling Scott onto his back, pushing Scott hard into the mattress and encouraging Scott to stretch out beneath him, “Show you what it feels like to have a man take control of you—working his way inside and taking away that incredible restraint you show every time you’re on the battlefield.”
“Steve,” Scott panted his name, unable to hold back as Steve’s kisses transformed into sharp bites over Scott’s bare shoulder leaving their mark upon his flesh in each pinch and nip. It was enough to cause Scott to cry out, to arch upward until Steve’s teeth were grazing Scott’s erect nipple, scraping the sensitive flesh, and encouraging Scott to reach for him, to beg and plead for more stimulation despite Steve’s warning. The jolt of pain that came with it was followed up with a swipe of Steve’s tongue over the tip awakening something naughty inside of Scott as he writhed beneath Steve. Bringing his hand up over the dip in Steve’s spine, Scott took to pulling on the top of Steve’s t-shirt, bunching the fabric over Steve’s shoulder in his palm. Steve continued to lick and nip at Scott’s nipple, accentuating Scott’s sensitivity with each shift in pressure he applied. It was enough to make Scott cry out, throwing his head back into the blankets and panting as Steve’s kisses pushed across his breastbone to sample Scott’s unattended nipple marking his sensitivity with a long, luscious lick of his tongue across the peak.
“Bet you’d love to have my cock inside of you, wouldn’t you Scott?” Steve’s breathy rumble was nothing short of dangerous, his body rigid over Scott, pushing his hand down between Scott’s thighs to spread them across the blanket, “Fuck you until you couldn’t move—opening you up to pleasures unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
“Steve…” Scott raised his head up off the blankets, observing Steve’s licks and kisses down over his abdomen, delivering tiny bites along the way and reddening his skin in his movements.
“You’d never spend your days worrying about capturing Jean’s attention again once I was finished with you,” Steve explained depositing kisses over Scott’s inner thigh, shamelessly teasing Scott before pushing up on his elbows to look down at Scott’s flushed body beneath his, “Not that I can imagine the thought of being finished with you anytime soon considering we’re only just beginning to explore whatever this is together.”
Scott swallowed down hard, observing the way that Steve was kissing him again, taking his time to make Scott squirm in the center of Steve’s bed, aroused and naked, wanting to know the secrets Steve kept behind the cage he’d locked himself in. When Steve’s kisses returned to Scott’s abdomen, Scott was tangling his fingers through Steve’s blonde hair pulling Steve up to claim his lips again.
“I want that,” Scott pleaded shamelessly, holding nothing back as their lips collided together, “I want you, Steve. Only you.”
“If we do this that’s all you can have Scott,” Steve explained in between ravenous kisses, “No more pining for Jean—pretending that playing second fiddle in her life will make you happy.”
“Steve…” Scott sank back onto the mattress searching Steve’s eyes before feeling the weight of Steve over him.
“Until you’re certain that’s what you want, I can’t offer you anything more,” Steve explained dipping down to kiss Scott again, slowing things down with a backward slide until Steve was kneeling over the edge of the bed, “except for breakfast. I’ve got that out on the table waiting for us once you feel like getting up and moving.”
“Steve?” Scott questioned as his host moved over to the door, pausing only long enough to look over his shoulder and observe Scott wild and wanton in his bed, confused by Steve’s abrupt retreat.
“The painting is yours, but something tells me you’re not quite ready to take it back to the school and that’s okay,” Steve let out a small sigh as a shadow crossed over his features before he tipped his head in acknowledgement, “I don’t mind housing it here for you until you’re ready for it.”
“Steve, I just…” Scott was at a loss searching for clarity in his thoughts before Steve nodded over to the dresser beside the painting.
“I left something out for you to put on while your things are being washed. When you’re ready I’ll meet you at the table,” Steve replied stepping out of the room and leaving Scott to consider Steve’s offer knowing that to accept would be putting an end to a dream that Scott long held since his arrival at Xavier’s school.
Two weeks later Scott was sitting at the table with the others listening to them talking about their ‘super fun’ European vacation with Warren when everything felt wrong. Although Scott had been careful to keep his thoughts hidden, he’d taken his time stewing over Steve’s proposal, considering all the things that Steve had said to him about what a relationship would entail. After that first night at Steve’s place Scott was beyond intrigued.
When Steve had driven Scott home after breakfast and hadn’t bothered to offer anything even remotely close to a goodbye kiss or any kind of touch in his departure, Scott’s mind filled with reckless thoughts considering the possibility of what if. He was so entranced by the idea of accepting Steve’s proposal that it haunted him during class, serving as a distraction in training as he’d slipped up more than once over the last week. He’d recovered from his blunders each time with a hearty round of teasing from Warren, but Scott tried not to pay any mind to it.
When Jean had approached Scott about his distraction, Scott had simply told her he was still sorting it out after she’d been up front about Warren buying her a jade necklace and kissing her under the stars in Italy. She’d tried to break it to Scott gently, even if Bobby had already jumped the gun and spilled the beans in his own brokenhearted ways of gossiping. Jean had been apologetic, professing her feelings for Scott as well and the turmoil she was experiencing. According to her Warren had taken to surprising her in the most unexpected of ways, sparking something inside of her that Jean hadn’t believed was there until they’d taken the trip. Much to Scott’s surprise and dismay, he hadn’t been as heartbroken as he’d imagined he would be. It wasn’t that Scott wanted to let go of the idea of having something with Jean, but rather he’d found something else to keep his focus—merely encouraging Jean to figure out what was best for her after it was clear she had feelings for Warren as well.
After that Scott tried to keep his distance from the team when they weren’t in training together or on a mission, wanting to be certain that when he made his decision about Steve’s proposal that it was for the right reasons. Not because of Jean or what Scott lost in being left behind after Warren took advantage of Scott being back home, but because of what Scott needed. In his reflection Scott knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied until he did what felt right for him. That would be the only way he could be true to himself and in accepting that, Scott took his time struggling over what he’d needed and wanted from Steve. The strain of it all was filling his thoughts at the worst of times, late at night when Scott was lonely and tucked into bed wishing that he was back at Steve’s wrapped up in the promise of pleasure. Filled with the memory of Steve’s touch led Scott to jerking off more than he cared to admit after everyone was asleep for the night. So much so that Scott found he wasn’t fooling himself in what he wanted—let alone Bobby, who unfortunately had been Scott’s neighbor on the wall closest to where Scott’s bed was housed.
“Want to talk about it?” Bobby questioned leaning over Scott’s shoulder the morning after Scott spent a grueling night thinking about offering himself to Steve. It had guided Scott further from his focus on his job and life at the school to consider a different kind of experimentation.
Filled with anticipation and curiosity the night before, Scott had swallowed down his pride and considered the unknown. Reaching out to chase the forbidden want, Scott had stripped out of his pajamas and spread his legs wide across his bed. He pushed a pillow beneath him, propping his hips up a bit before he reached for the bottle of lubricant he’d swiped from the medical bay, imagining what it would be like to have Steve inside of him. That curiosity led to Scott touching himself in ways he’d been taught to frown upon in the past growing up and having to always be on guard to steer clear of, but that was then. Now was about fantasy as Scott started working his slick index finger over his taut opening, testing out the new set of sensations while jerking off and imagining it was Steve touching him. So caught up in the fantasy, Scott closed his eyes behind his sleep goggles and felt brave enough to hastily push the tip of his finger inside a bit deeper than he’d anticipated doing and was met by immediate discomfort. It caused him to jolt in the ripple of uncertainty that pushed through him, fearing he’d done it wrong until Scott came undone rather suddenly and loudly, rocked by sensation in ways that he hadn’t been prepared for.
Once Scott was finished, he’d fallen into a panic, pulling his finger out of his rigid opening, and fearing that Bobby had heard him, but when there hadn’t been a knock on the door Scott had felt he was safe enough to keep pushing along as normal. That is until Bobby was sliding in closer at the table Scott was eating his breakfast at and questioning Scott without flat out asking what was happening in his room.
“Don’t you think maybe you should?” Bobby prompted Scott again when he’d been met by no response on Scott’s end.
“Not really,” Scott’s dismissive words had been enough at breakfast, but somewhere after lunch he’d pulled Bobby aside and found himself considering what they both knew to be true about Scott’s interests after Scott’s moans had obviously reached through the wall into Bobby’s room.
Scott was hesitant to talk about it, but the more Scott considered how unprepared he was for being able to accept the possibility of being what Steve needed should he accept Steve’s offer to become lovers, the more Scott decided that he should take his time planning.
It’s always best to be prepared, Scott reminded himself as he found the courage to face his friend again with a new curiosity behind his words. Lowering his voice, and leaning in closer to Bobby, Scott spoke up behind uneasy words, “Actually if you know somewhere that I could get something to…”
“To?” Bobby arched a speculative brow as Scott’s face grew hot in embarrassment all over again hating to have to ask in the lunchroom with students and staff all around them.
“Do what you do when you’re thinking about Warren,” Scott shot Bobby a knowing look, opening the door to their day trip to the city where Bobby and Scott were hoping to be incognito in pushing past the West Village shops to center in on finding what Scott was searching for in his quest to be prepared for what Steve was asking out of him.
“This place is pretty discreet,” Bobby explained as they walked into the shop surrounded by more sex toys than Scott thought possible. In the busy shop, they were surrounded by other customers of all ages who were curiously perusing the shelves and learning about what discoveries were to be found in the heavily stocked place. In the back there was a porn section that Bobby indicated was an interesting start beyond the outdated sex manuals that Scott had discovered in the school’s library tucked in the staff’s backroom section. They hadn’t been much help even with their pictures as they hadn’t indicated anything about what to expect with Steve. They’d been detailed about traditional sex, delivering options for positioning with a man and a woman, but left little to no offerings about sex between two men and what that could feel like.
“I’m telling you porn is a good way to go. Brush up on different techniques, what guys like and…” Bobby’s soft nudge was accompanied by a pull at Scott’s elbow, but Scott held firm in his focus to steer clear of the shop’s back room only sticking to what he’d come for. Bobby was insistent, but Scott continued to refuse, instead pulling out that fifty he hadn’t spent the night after his modeling job after Steve had bought him dinner. Instead, Scott nervously offered it up to the girl behind the counter, whose eyes were full of scrutiny and judgement, but Scott said nothing beyond thanking her for her help in his purchase before collecting his receipt and pushing it into his bag.
After that Scott was quick to leave the store before he brought any more suspicion upon himself, but Bobby hung behind by the vibrators flirting with a couple of guys who came in a few minutes earlier. Things appeared to be going pretty well for Bobby in his conversation as Scott was standing on the corner outside of the local gelato shop hoping like hell that he’d be able to sneak his things into the school without any questions. He clenched the bag tight in his grip, pondering how he was going to get it up to his room without anyone stopping him when he was met by a whistle and the sound of footsteps behind him.
“What do we have here?” Scott tensed up as he looked over his shoulder to discover Tony Stark smiling back at him with a corndog in his hand. Tony’s brows were arched in amusement, his lips curved upward in the same, smug expression that Scott had decided early on he’d hated from the playboy, billionaire Avenger each time they came to interact. From a distance Scott always felt like Tony was judging him, perceiving the X-Men as second rate to the Avengers. Even now with Tony delivering Scott a look of heavy scrutiny, Scott felt like he was on the spot with the sassy, foul-mouthed Avenger all over again, “The X-Men in town for a big adventure we Avengers know nothing about? Let me guess The Professor is having you kids sniffing out the perverts in the city and making sure that they don’t corrupt the rest of the world with their world of kinks. Taking names for the thought cops to put a stop to the perversions of the world?”
“Leave the kid alone Tony,” Steve’s familiar voice approached from behind, bringing Scott’s attention to the man he’d been thinking about for the last two weeks, “He’s not looking to be harassed.”
Unlike the last time Scott had been around Steve he was looking beyond proper still out of his uniform but in a modest blue and white buttoned up shirt and neatly pressed slacks. It did nothing to hide his stellar physique or the way that his eyes delivered Scott a quick perusal, but somehow in his neutral expression Steve gave away nothing in seeing Scott again.
“Then he probably shouldn’t be standing outside of a sex shop with one of those in hand…” Tony motioned to the bag in Scott’s grip, drawing Steve’s attention to the thing that Scott had come searching for in his discoveries, “So tell me kid, what did the old man send you out for? A couple of dildos to fend off the bad guys showing up at the school? Maybe a little KY for the times Magneto comes over and…”
“Knock it off Tony,” Steve slapped Tony’s shoulder, glaring at his teammate in his rude display.
“What?” Tony looked over at Steve again preparing to say something to argue, but instead Tony shrugged his shoulders and raised his corndog to his lips for another bite. He swallowed it down before motioning to a street vender a few shops away, “Fuck it I’m out. Have fun doing whatever it is you’re doing kid. I’m going to hit up a frozen lemonade while Cap here gives you a lecture on why going to those places are bad for such a young, impressionable mind like yourself. Just say no. Keep away from the perverts. Don’t use recreational drugs no matter how good they might make you feel. Practice safe sex. All the good ones. Though if you ask me, if you’re really that curious I’m certain that one of those toys in there might loosen that stick up your…”
“Tony…” Steve’s voice held a sharp warning and the glare that followed was enough for Tony to cut it out, standing up straighter and pointing to the vender again.
“Want a frozen lemonade Cap?” Tony questioned behind a wink and a laugh seemingly amused with himself in the way he’d given Scott a dressing down in their chance encounter after all the times Scott had lectured Tony during their mandated team gatherings when he’d gotten out of line.
“Bring us both one. It’s the least you can do for being an asshole to Scott here,” Steve grumbled in response, shooting Tony one last look before Tony walked off to do as instructed. Once Tony was out of earshot Steve turned to face Scott head on in their quiet conversation, “What are you doing in the city?”
“I had a…” Scott shuffled on his feet and swallowed down hard hating that he could feel heat rising in his face at seeing Steve again, “thing to do out here.”
“A thing huh?” Steve looked over to where Tony was flirting with a couple of girls in line before Steve stretched his finger out to pull at the top of the bag Scott was holding. Steve spread it open before leaning forward to peer inside at the boxes within the bag itself, “What’s this?”
“Nothing. It’s…” Scott bit back on his words, suddenly feeling foolish for accompanying Bobby to the shop. Scott pulled the bag out of Steve’s reach, holding it closer to his chest as he felt defensive and foolish, “I was just hanging out down here and…”
“Looking for something that might help you make that decision we talked about a couple of weeks ago,” Steve’s voice was lower than before, but it was hitched with something much darker than Scott anticipated experiencing with Tony so close. Steve took a bold step forward causing Scott to step back and lean up against the light post, tucked behind the bushes planted near the curb by the street. In doing so, Scott opened the door for Steve to move in closer, to hover in beside Scott and reach out around him to casually squeeze at Scott’s ass as if it hadn’t been wildly inappropriate in their public outing, “Thinking about taking me up on that offer?”
“Yes,” Scott answered in a sharp hiss, closing his eyes behind his glasses. Feeling the heat of Steve’s palm on his ass, working over his firm flesh, and delivering a small pinch before Steve’s lips hovered over Scott’s shoulder in a suggestive whisper had Scott increasingly on edge.
“Then why haven’t you called me?” Steve questioned reaching for the bag once again.
“Because I wanted to be ready for when…” Scott’s face grew hotter, his body filled with embarrassment as Steve was uncurling Scott’s fingers from the bag, catching it in his hand and pulling it in towards himself to scrutinize Scott’s purchases.
“These will never do,” Steve shook his head in disapproval. He raised his head up and searched Scott’s features before offering a suggestive smirk, “This lubricant isn’t nearly slick enough. It will dry up too fast to deliver the smooth transition you’ll need for insertion. These toys aren’t made for what you need. If you’re looking to experience anything other than pain this is at least four sizes too big and…”
“Steve,” Scott spoke his name in a muted whisper unable to refrain from looking over to where Tony was flirting with the women who’d realized they were standing next to a celebrity.
“If you’re looking for something to help you get ready for me, then this isn’t going to cut it,” Steve clenched his fingers tighter around the bag, keeping it from Scott’s reach after Scott tried to pull it away from him, “They undoubtedly charged you too much for this garbage. If you’re looking for something to begin training, I know something better that could help and…”
“Steve that’s not what I…” Scott started again only to feel Steve reaching out behind Scott to run his fingers across Scott’s bottom once again in a warm, possessive grip.
“Have you tried a plug yet?” Steve asked bending in closer as if he was sharing a stolen secret, now fondling Scott’s bottom, and delivering enough excitement through his veins to have Scott’s heart pounding in his chest, “Is there anything that…?”
“I was trying to sort it out,” Scott angled his head up defiantly refusing to allow himself to be embarrassed about his inexperience now that Steve had caught him red-handed outside of a sex shop searching for all the answers that had evaded him when it came to experiencing pleasure with a partner, “You weren’t interested in offering up tips or suggestions so…”
“How about tonight?” Steve blurted out without warning as he released Scott’s ass in favor of taking a step back and looking around the sidewalk where people were passing by them. They were all caught up in their own conversations, too busy to care that they were passing by Captain America in the middle of the day, “Why don’t I give you some tonight?”
“Tonight?” Scott repeated, looking over to where Tony was standing once again with what appeared to be a trio of adoring fans who’d taken to admiring him.
“Yeah, you and me at my apartment,” Steve continued in a suggestive breath as he leaned over, curving his arm around to fondle Scott’s bottom once again. This time he was searching Scott’s features, running his skilled fingers in warm circles over the back of Scott’s pants before smiling down at Scott as though they were simply discussing the weather. When Scott hadn’t been quick to respond Steve released Scott’s ass long enough to caress his cheek, hoping Scott would consider his offer after two weeks spent apart, “I’ll take these from you, get your money back and pick you up something nice. Something we can enjoy together if you’re curious about toys and…”
“Yeah, sure,” Scott looked over at Steve again, fighting to contain the apprehension that rolled over his skin, “I’ll tell Charles that I’ve got something going on in the city with the Avengers that…”
“I’ll handle Charles,” Steve flashed him a sugary sweet smile before taking a step back and allowing for Tony’s return to where they were, “Just show up at seven.”
“Fine,” Scott replied as Tony joined them again. Tony looked between Steve and Scott silently noting that Steve was holding Scott’s bag in his hand.
“What did I miss?” Tony inquired behind a speculative brow.
“Just setting Scott here on the right path,” Steve answered in his usual jovial tone as he reached over for Tony’s tray and extracted one of the frozen lemonades from the group. Steve grabbed a straw before handing it over to Scott as well, “This is on Tony for all the shitty things we Avengers have done in the past to appear unwelcoming to you.”
“Thanks,” Scott knew he was blushing, but he fought to contain the way his voice rose a touch near Steve. He accepted the frozen lemonade only to feel the press of Steve’s fingers against his, catching Scott in a chaste whisper of a touch before Bobby was coming out of the sex shop with a bag of his own, a tiny slip of paper in hand and his eyes widening in horror to see Scott with the Avengers.
“Um, hey guys,” Bobby greeted the rival team, doing his best to puff his chest out and look bold in his approach, “What are we doing here?”
“Not having nearly as much fun as the X-Men appear to be,” Tony scrutinized the bag in Bobby’s hand, opening his mouth to offer up another touch of quirky sarcasm, but thought twice of it, “Nah, too easy.”
“Here Robert, have a frozen lemonade on Tony,” Steve reached for Tony’s drink, plucking it up from his hand before offering it to Bobby with a tip of his head and a smile. Steve deposited it into Bobby’s hand delivering a protesting Tony a nudge before he briefly looked over at Scott, “Talk to you later Scott.”
“Sure,” Scott managed a small wave as Steve and Tony took off down the sidewalk no doubt whispering about Tony’s stolen drink and the other things that had taken place in the few minutes that they’d encountered one another.
“What was that all about?” Bobby questioned, looking at the drink in his hand. He regarded it with a shrug before sipping on the straw and swallowing down the cool liquid.
“You don’t want to know,” Scott replied watching Steve shove Scott’s bag into Tony’s chest with a hard slap before the two men walked around the corner away from the shop leaving Scott alone with his friend in their retreat.
“Whatever it is I’ll take it,” Bobby replied between sips of the frozen lemonade, “Besides, I’m not going to lie Scott. Captain America is too damn sexy for his own good. The way his ass looks in those pants is just so hot. The way it moves with him and his big dick energy just like it was a force of nature, meant to be admired and appreciated by all around him…”
“Bobby,” Scott spoke his name behind a clenched jaw as his body was still buzzing from the nearness of Steve before his retreat knowing that tonight everything was going to change for him.
“Given the way Cap looks, you can’t tell me I’m wrong. I’d guess that he’s got a massive cock zipped up in those designer slacks. It’s probably gorgeous just like every part of him is and…” Bobby rambled on between sips of his drink. He was getting louder with each word, pulling the attention of people on the street stopping to look at Bobby before shaking their heads. Instead of being embarrassed Bobby threw his hands up in the air and unapologetically shrugged at the bystanders, “What? Captain America is hot, and you know it. You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about having him bang you like a drum either. Everyone has had that fantasy at least once in their life. If they say they haven’t, they’re lying.”
“Why I never…” one of the people gasped, clutching her hand over her chest before rushing off and leaving her friend chasing behind her.
“Bobby!” Scott started to chastise Bobby for drawing attention to them in their location. He motioned for Bobby to step aside and out of the crowd, but Bobby was already riled up by the woman’s response.
“You can’t tell me that people don’t like him. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have a whole line in there of Avenger’s themed dildos and…” Bobby called out after the retreating woman only to have Scott reaching out to tug on his arm and pull him back.
“Bobby, come on. Don’t,” Scott threw out a pleading look as Bobby turned to face him again.
“But it’s true. There’s a whole wall in there filled with just about every kind of toy you can think of with the Avengers trademark upon it,” Bobby continued to share his adventures from within the shop after Scott had rushed out after completing his purchase. As the words spilled from his lips Bobby paused only long enough to consider his discovery, “Why is that, Scott? How is it that they have their own line of adult themed entertainment devices, but we’re barely cutting it in the hero business without being booed away when…?”
“Because we’re mutants and they are…” Scott frowned considering the differences between the two teams through the years.
“Like rockstars,” Bobby continued to ramble on in between sips of Tony’s drink, “Like seriously take Stark for example. Any time he walks into a room alone he leaves with like two guys and two girls on his arms. I mean yeah sure, I get it. Guy has money, but the hero thing must make an impact on his getting laid when…”
“You need a new hobby,” Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses before moving along on the sidewalk to get away from the memory of the shopping experience he’d put behind him.
“Says that man who went shopping for dildos and lube hoping to learn what it was like to get fucked himself by something that…,” Bobby called out after Scott in his rapid retreat.
“Bobby be quiet,” Scott spun around to face Bobby again turning around to face his friend with a red-faced embarrassment touching over his lips. Scott held his fingers into fists at his side, struggling not to lose his cool as he returned to stand in front of Bobby.
“Did you pick up that douche kit that I showed you? I figure if you’re talking about toys, then you’re probably already planning on something else—someone else that’s going to require you to be ready when…” Bobby continued to ramble on until Scott reached out to squeeze at his shoulder to encourage Bobby to return to his focus.
“Bobby, right now I just want to drink my lemonade in peace and figure out what comes next from here. I don’t want to talk about the Avengers and how fuckable you think each one is,” Scott’s frustrations mounted as he thought to his own concerns about what he would have to bring to the table for sleeping with Captain America. It felt like a great idea before it was this close to happening, but now with Bobby rambling and Steve retreating with Tony, Scott found that he was a ball of nerves and anticipation fearing that somehow, he’d make yet another misstep and fuck it up before he made it to Steve’s apartment unprepared.
“Fine, but I’m not wrong. Even if Stark’s a dick most of the time, he’d still hotter than Warren any day. Plus, Cap is an absolute dream, who always minds his manners, which means he’s a total freak in bed. Probably has his own set of kinks that sets him apart from the rest of the team when…,” Bobby elaborated his theories further.
“How did you come up with that?” Scott fought to contain the concern that Bobby’s words pulled from him after Scott found himself fearing that he’d given too much away when Steve was around. Although Scott hadn’t said a word to Bobby about the possibility of something with Steve, there was something in Bobby’s assessment of Steve’s preferences that almost felt too close to home for Scott in knowing what could be waiting on the other side of Steve’s apartment later tonight.
“It’s obvious Scott. Guys that nice and well-mannered always have a dirty little secret that they’re always willing to explore behind closed doors. I’m just saying. Guys like Cap know how to give a person a good time. A very good time I’m certain and really if I’m honest I’d give anything to let him fuck me when…” Bobby continued to ramble on oblivious to Scott’s interest in their rival team leader.
“Right now, I don’t want to hear about Steve. I’d rather talk about…” Scott looked to the slip of paper in Bobby’s hand serving as a reminder of how Scott had left Bobby alone in the shop with those two guys who’d been checking Bobby out, “What’s that?”
“Eddie’s phone number,” Bobby pulled it just out of Scott’s reach before Scott could snatch it away from him, “Told him I’d have to check in on him later.”
“You’re not going to call him, are you?” Scott frowned back at Bobby.
“I don’t know maybe,” Bobby answered with a shrug and a swing of his bag in his hand. He sipped his lemonade and made a small sound as the cool frozen drink spilled down his throat, “He seemed like he could be a good time and…”
“You can do better than someone like that,” Scott encouraged him with a look in the direction Steve and Tony had walked off in. Although they were long gone, the fading heat of Steve’s touch over Scott’s bottom was still lingering serving as a reminder of all the things Scott had yet to figure out about where he was headed in his future explorations with Steve, “You don’t want to hook up with some guy you met in a sex shop when…”
“I’m not saying I want to date the guy, but sometimes there’s something about being able to go home with someone and have a good time without having to worry about being a mutant or having someone judge you. Someone that doesn’t know everything about you and is just looking for fun,” Bobby began with a crease in his brow and a touch of a frown over his lips, “Not that you know what that’s like to have to deal with dating on the outside since you’ve been crushing on Jean ever since we were kids. I mean yeah, she and Warren are kind of testing the waters of whatever it is they found in Italy, which sucks for both of us, but at the same time …”
“Bobby,” Scott’s voice hitched with concern for his friend as Scott remembered how he’d taken to distancing himself from the others in their return as he sorted his own inner turmoil out. Now catching the way his friend was so eager for attention from strangers who Scott wasn’t entirely convinced were up to any good, Scott reached out to squeeze at Bobby’s shoulder once again, “Look, I know that you haven’t spread it around the school that you’re…curious about men, but finding one on the outside doesn’t mean that…”
“I’ve talked about my ‘curiosity’ at school about as much as you have,” Bobby countered with a frown that meant that Scott had stepped on his toes in the conversation, “Just because you’ve had Jean to focus on doesn’t mean that you’re any different than I am if you’re out here buying what you did today and…”
“That’s not what I mean. I’m just saying that you…you need to be careful when a cute guy flirts with you because you never know what you’re going to find when they get you alone and discover you’re a mutant. I’m not saying that all guys are awful, but…” Scott began with apprehension behind his words.
“Relax Scott. I appreciate that you’re worried about me, but I know what I’m doing. I’m safe. I keep tabs on everything I do. I let people know where I’m going like when I reach out to you even if you don’t know why I’m telling you where I’m going to be,” Bobby replied looking to the drink in Scott’s hand before questioning, “Hey where did your stuff go?”
“It’s a long story,” Scott sighed motioning for Bobby to follow him across the street to the park to finish off their drinks, “but one that I’m going to need you to help cover for me when you get back to the school. I’ve got plans tonight that require me to stay out here a little bit longer.”
Scott stood outside of Steve’s apartment, readily remembering the address after they’d made their way to it together a couple weeks earlier. Now as Scott stood outside the door fresh and cleaned up from a trip to the YMCA before his arrival during the in between time after Bobby took the train back home, Scott thought to the way he’d heard Steve’s voice upon his arrival. It caused Scott’s heart to skip a beat before Steve buzzed Scott into the building and Scott made his way inside. Now in the evening with less people around on the street to catch Scott sneaking up to the Avenger’s apartment, Scott was filled with anticipation and nervousness over was yet to come, unable to contain the curiosity that had poured out over him in his way up to Steve’s place.
“Glad to see you’re punctual as always,” Steve opened the door inviting Scott inside with a quick smile and a step to the side to allow Scott easy access to his home away from home, “Dinner’s just about ready and…”
“Dinner?” Scott repeated delivering Steve a curious glance in his approach. Again, Scott was met by sensational smells, bringing that part of Scott who’d been starved for food in the past to need to explore more of Steve’s culinary delights, “I didn’t think we were going to eat since…”
“Gotta feed you and build up your energy before we play with your new toys,” Steve explained kissing Scott’s cheek before closing the door behind Scott’s entry. Steve leaned up against it watching Scott step forward before Scott hesitated in his stride sensing something had changed since the last time he’d been to Steve’s apartment. Fully aware that Steve hadn’t moved, Scott could almost feel Steve’s eyes upon him before Scott turned around to face Steve again.
“What?” Scott questioned, feeling his face grow hot as Steve was watching him behind a veil of heavy scrutiny. His blue eyes appeared to be filled with a certain kind of mischief, clearly sizing Scott up in ways that Scott wasn’t quite sure how to take in their return to each other.
“Nothing,” Steve answered behind a shrug and a tease of a smirk.
“It’s not nothing. What?” Scott walked over to playfully slap Steve’s shoulder to pull out the truth from Steve in his questioning.
Midway through the attempt, Steve collected Scott’s wrist and caught Scott’s movement, tugging Scott in closer to him without warning. The movement caused Scott to stumble a step or two forward, practically tumbling into Steve’s waiting arms only to be delivered a damp kiss upon his shoulder.
“Nothing,” Steve hummed against Scott’s neck, allowing the sound to buzz vibrations over his skin, “You smell incredibly good tonight. I like it.”
“Bullshit,” Scott wiggled against the warmth that spread across his skin, “You’ve got something on your mind that you’re not telling me.”
“It’s just…” Steve held his hand up as he released Scott, fighting to suppress his laughter before shaking his head again, “I can’t stop thinking about that toy you bought earlier.”
“What about it?” Scott questioned behind a wounded expression, unable to refrain from frowning as Steve continued laughing over Scott’s ill-planned purchase.
“I just don’t know what you were planning to do with it,” Steve confessed stepping forward to pull Scott into a quick kiss before motioning for Scott to follow him into the kitchen area. He advanced in front of Scott leaving Scott ample opportunity to observe that perfect ass that Bobby was constantly gawking over in their private conversations before Scott had decided to clue his friend into the fact that Scott himself was seeing someone. Scott hadn’t quite revealed who, but he’d given enough information to Bobby to have Bobby cover for him with the rest of the team when Scott didn’t return from shopping. Now, however, the team was the last thing on Scott’s mind as he observed Steve’s strong, bold movements across the room into the open layout of his modest sized kitchen, “I gave it to Tony after we left, and he was even a bit perplexed by the possibility of anyone using it.”
“You gave Tony the toy?” Scott stopped moving long enough to let Steve’s words settle in upon him. He raised his chin up, turning his focus from Steve’s ass to the face of the man now turning around to look at him.
“Tony’s…” Steve was hesitant to respond to Scott’s question. He waved his hand around in the air as if searching for the proper term, “adventurous, but that was even a bit too adventurous for him.”
“Is that right?” Scott questioned scrutinizing Steve in his stance beside the kitchen island.
“Bigger isn’t always better especially not when you’re first starting out,” Steve softened his tone, turning all teasing aside in favor for motioning for Scott to take a seat at one of the stools by the kitchen island in front of a tray of vegetables, “You have to ease into things. All in good time though.”
“Is that what you did when you decided that you were hooked on sex? Eased into things?” Scott challenged pushing up on the seat and observing Steve over by the oven reaching for a hot pad before opening the door to check in on the chicken dish he’d been making before Scott’s arrival.
“I’d like to ease my way into you,” Steve replied standing up after he’d checked the temperature on the meal and leaned over the island to kiss Scott again.
“All in good time though,” Scott countered mimicking Steve’s earlier words with a sultry slip of his tongue into Steve’s mouth before Scott pushed up higher over the countertop hoping to serve as a distraction for Steve.
“Watch the vegetables,” Steve instructed reaching out to slide the plate he’d prepared aside in favor of encouraging Scott to stretch out over the top of the counter. Their lips were locked together, bodies coming closer as Scott’s arms enveloped Steve’s shoulders hoping to show just how much he’d been looking forward to their reunion.
“Sorry,” Scott muttered as his knees were up on the kitchen island, pushing him closer to the edge where Steve was.
“Hmm…since you’re so eager to get close to me like this. I have one request for you,” Steve’s fingers were stretching out across Scott’s flank, encouraging Scott to angle in towards him as their kisses continued.
“What’s that?” Scott asked lazily reaching out to touch the back of Steve’s blonde hair with his fingertips.
“Take your clothes off when you get down here,” Steve ordered reaching out to pull Scott to his side of the island. Steve carefully guided him down to the floor taking the time to reach for the bottom of Scott’s shirt. Steve encouraged Scott to raise his arms up before the shirt was soon up over his chest. Steve held it in his fingers regarding Scott with a full perusal before motioning to his pants, “Those too Scott.”
“Wouldn’t you rather do it for me?” Scott asked behind a suggestive wiggle of his brow. He leaned up against the counter, practically daring Steve to reach for him, but Steve merely stepped back in refusal.
“Don’t try to tease me Scott,” Steve folded his arms in front of his chest, “The only games we’re playing tonight are the ones that I’m in control of. Take your pants off.”
“Yes sir,” Scott finally relented, reaching out to unbutton his jeans. He kicked off his shoes, catching the way that Steve’s focus was on Scott’s hands, working over his pants until Scott unzipped them and reached inside. Scott touched himself through his underwear catching the way that Steve’s breath hitched as he took a step forward.
“No,” Steve squeezed at Scott’s wrist causing him to stop palming himself, “I didn’t say touch yourself. I said take your clothes off.”
“But…” Scott’s lip curved in protest.
“When I want you to play with your cock, I’ll tell you, but right now I want you naked,” Steve commanded reaching out to pull at the back of Scott’s hair. Steve wrenched Scott’s head back just enough to breathe him in. His lips pushed over the curve of Scott’s neck, kissing all the way up to his chin before drawing back, “The pants have to go Scott. Now.”
“Yes sir,” Scott acknowledged keeping his eyes on Steve from behind his glasses. Steve kept his head in position tilted back to keep stretching Scott out across the counter ever so slightly.
Never once did Scott look away as he peeled at his jeans, clumsily opening them wider and pushing them down past his knees until Scott was standing in Steve’s kitchen in only his tiny red briefs.
“Better,” Steve spoke approvingly, reaching down with his empty fingers to nudge Scott’s jeans down further. When they proved difficult Steve used his foot to stomp them down to the ground leaving Scott’s legs bare down to his ankles with his socks still on. Raising his chin up Steve focused on Scott’s face again, revealing just a touch of a smile before Scott pulled his leg out of the bunched-up fabric. Scott kicked it off before repeating the process on the other leg just in time to be rewarded with Steve’s thick fingers pushing over the center of Scott’s briefs, rubbing hard enough to cause Scott to squirm beneath the touch.
“Look at that hungry cock so starved for attention,” Steve pressed harder, causing Scott to buck forward only to feel Steve’s grip on his hair tighten, twisting just enough to wrench Scott’s head back further, “My naughty little Scott, so turned on and ready to play big boy games that he hasn’t earned the right to experience yet.”
“Steve…” Scott whimpered when Steve stopped touching him.
Instead, Steve’s index finger pushed over the elastic band of Scott’s briefs, drawing it back just enough to lower his head and peer inside to inspect Scott’s hardened flesh aching to be touched. Steve licked his lips and smiled, tugging the waistband back just a touch further before releasing it and snapping it against Scott’s sensitive skin. The sharp slap against his body caused Scott to whimper and grip at the counter, trembling when Steve reached for the elastic again. This time Steve stretched it out further, allowing Scott’s lips to part in nervous anticipation before Steve raised a speculative brow in Scott’s direction.
“Are you going to misbehave again?” Steve asked, watching Scott closely before pulling the band out even further, stretching beyond what Scott imagined it could go.
“No sir,” Scott answered almost afraid Steve would release the band and snap it harder than before against his vulnerable skin. Scott’s fingers curled tighter around the edge of the counter, gripping tight with a combination of excitement and fear before Steve gently returned Scott’s briefs into position, allowing for a temporary reprieve in Scott’s suffering.
“Good boy,” Steve’s approval felt nice, guiding Scott to relax before Steve was taking another step back, “Face the counter.”
“Right now?” Scott gulped observing Steve’s finger circling around in the air indicating for Scott to turn around as instructed, “But I thought that…”
“Listening skills are important Scott. They’re something I know you’re clearly capable of exploring given the nature of your leadership,” Steve folded his arms in front of his broad chest. He took another step back leaning up against the counter beside his oven before regarding Scott standing before him again, “I know that when we’re up against each other, we like to argue about who is in command, but make no mistake about this Scott. If you’re here for what we both know you’re here for, then you’ll do as you’re told. You won’t question my authority in this at any time. Unless there’s something you specifically don’t want to consent to, which you will tell me immediately should the need arise. Once I’m certain that I have your consent, then you’ll do as I say knowing that I would never do anything to hurt you. Is that understood?”
“Yes sir,” Scott replied swallowing down his pride and his need to be in control. With anticipation rolling over his body, Scott spun around to face the counter, holding onto the edge as he heard Steve stepping in closer.
“Good, now lean over it and show me that you know how to behave,” Steve instructed reaching out to touch Scott’s spine to encourage the movement.
Scott did as he was told, stretching out beside the plate of vegetables. He raised his arms up in the movement, sliding them over the opposite edge of the counter to stretch out fully across the smooth surface.
Steve was moving in closer, cupping Scott’s bottom in his large hands and offering up a soft squeeze. He kept holding both sides, rolling Scott’s flesh around in his palms, testing its strength before Steve released the left side and offered up a firm slap. It caused Scott to push forward over the counter, whimpering and pleading, not quite sure for what, but it was enough to make him warm and tingly. Steve began to rub his bottom again before leaning over Scott’s back to whisper in his ear.
“You don’t have to call me Sir,” Steve explained placing a soft kiss over the outer shell of Scott’s ear. His fingers were pushing over the back of Scott’s neck, holding him in position in a tight grip before his tongue flicked over Scott’s excited skin, tasting the anticipation that rolled over him, “As flattering as that is, I’d like to think of us as equals here. Even if I’m the one calling the shots, I don’t want you believing that you’re beneath me in any of this Scott. At least not in that way.”
“Of course. Yes si…Steve,” Scott relented closing his eyes behind his glasses and fighting against everything inside of him to stay still with Steve’s hard body over his. They were aligned together on the countertop, stretched out and caught up in a strange silence before Steve released the back of Scott’s neck and allowed for his fingers to taper off over Scott’s spine, charting a lazy path over his exposed skin.
“Sex can be incredible if you’re with the right partner,” Steve spoke candidly, letting go of his proper persona in moving his fingers along the path to Scott’s bottom all over again, “When your partner knows what turns you on—what makes you weak driving you closer to that edge until somewhere along the line fantasy and reality are blurred and brought together in a blissful array of delight and urgency. There’s nothing like knowing that your partner is looking out for you—for your pleasure, but the only way to allow that to happen Scott is if you invite trust into your exchange.”
“I trust you Steve,” Scott responded not quite sure if he should speak as Steve was palming his ass all over again.
“Do you?” Steve lazily questioned reaching for the elastic around Scott’s waistband stretching it out again and leaving Scott remembering the first time it snapped against his skin.
Heat spiked in Scott’s abdomen, his body in a fight or flight response wondering if he’d be met by the same sting as before, but he held fast. Scott kept gripping the edge of the counter, lowering his head so that his cheek could rest against the smooth granite beneath him. Stilled by his urgency, Scott waited allowing Steve to do what he chose to him, but instead of being met by another snap, Scott found that Steve was pulling the underwear down over his bottom, exposing Scott’s rounded flesh to the warmth of the quiet kitchen. They were surrounded by windows that in the remaining crimson light of the day transforming to shadows, yet somehow this high above it showed a clearer view of the city to them revealing the buildings just beyond Steve’s apartment and offering a birdseye view of what was happening within the walls of Steve’s apartment. That thought of someone watching had Scott increasingly on edge staring out into the sky uncertain how that made him feel.
Steve continued to lower Scott’s briefs, quickly pushing them to the floor before reaching for Scott’s leg to guide his foot out of his underwear. Steve raised Scott’s leg up, stretching it out further before positioning it near the edge of the cabinet underneath the counter.
“You steady?” Steve asked with one hand over the dip in Scott’s spine.
“Yeah,” Scott licked his lips and nodded against the countertop.
A few seconds later Steve was pulling his other foot out of the briefs before positioning his left leg towards the other edge of the cabinets. It was a long stretch leaving Scott pushing back a bit to keep from having his feet off the ground in the way Steve arranged him. It was slightly uncomfortable leaving Scott vulnerable and open in the wide stance.
Steve’s hands were pushing out across Scott’s hips, working down over his thighs before Steve looked over his shoulder, taking note of the timer on the oven. With a frown Steve stepped away, leaving Scott stretched out before him as Steve tended to their meal.
“I suppose I should probably put this on the warmer while we finish up here,” Steve sighed adjusting the temperature controls before spinning around to look at Scott again, “We wouldn’t want dinner to burn while we were going through our lesson, now would we?”
“No,” Scott answered quietly, “we wouldn’t want that.”
“Good, then let me start by telling you that lesson one is in listening skills,” Steve moved forward reaching for Scott’s outer thighs and pushing his fingers up over them, massaging Scott’s stiff flesh and learning the lines of Scott’s body, “When you are able to listen to your partner, you’re able to clearly hear what they are saying—to comprehend their needs and find a way to help them reach their own desires in your discoveries.”
Scott listened intently, hanging on Steve’s every word. Steve’s touch circled around to Scott’s inner thighs, pushing upward but avoiding the one place that Scott was eager to be touched.
“Listening skills both in the bedroom and the battlefield keep you safe Scott,” Steve continued to explain, sliding his fingers down just behind Scott’s knees and bringing a teasing tickle in the movement. He pushed down lower, kneeling behind Scott before those traveling fingers worked up over Scott’s thighs again, squeezing just beneath his bottom to spread Scott wider against the counter, “Without communication two lovers can never truly be wholly united, but with open communication they can find their way to experiencing true pleasure.”
Scott remained silent licking his lips as Steve’s touch grew more intimate. His long fingers stretched out over Scott’s bottom, squeezing, and parting his bottom, allowing for Scott’s opening to be exposed with Steve kneeling behind him, no doubt at eye level to get a clear view of Scott’s most secret place. It caused Scott to shiver, to question what it was Steve was thinking as Steve leaned forward blowing warmth against Scott’s freshly exposed skin and awakening something inside of Scott that hadn’t been there before.
“You’re beautiful Scott,” Steve spoke up reassuringly leaning forward to take a bite out of Scott’s bottom. His teeth sank in deeper over the rounded swell of Scott’s bottom after the first nip, leaving an impression on Scott’s skin. This time Scott jerked against the counter, bringing his legs closer together before Steve was holding Scott’s thighs apart again, “but anxious, aren’t you?”
“No, I’m just…” Scott’s face grew hot as the admission fell from his lips. He curled his fingers further over the edge of the countertop before swallowing down harder than before, “ticklish and a little bit…”
“What?” Steve’s fingers were pushing over the place that he’d bitten Scott’s ass.
“Nervous,” Scott relented closing his eyes tight behind his glasses and gripping the counter tighter than before.
“Why is that?” Steve was rubbing his bottom again, working his hands over Scott’s body and bringing Scott to a steady stream of comfort in his caress.
“Because I’ve never…” Scott fought to find the words, unable to convey them as Steve played with his body.
“Been fucked by a man,” Steve’s words were more of a statement and less of a question as his roaming fingers moved in closer to Scott’s opening, “I know we’ve talked about that Scott.”
“Well yes, but…” Scott’s face grew hotter as Steve continued touching him.
“Hence your curiosity about the toys,” Steve leaned forward to drag his tongue along the left side of Scott’s bottom, stretching out the tip to draw small circles across his flesh, “Obviously the curiosity is natural and healthy to explore when you’re doing it the right way. When you aren’t looking to hurt yourself with the wrong things and…”
“I didn’t know. I let Bobby tell me what to buy and…” Scott spoke up behind a labored breath as Steve’s kisses were followed up with a soft nip, sinking down into Scott’s flesh and marking him with America’s finest teeth pushing harder into his skin.
“Bobby’s got a lot to learn about what makes for a memorable experience,” Steve’s hands were between Scott’s thighs again, inching upward to push just behind his testicles, massaging a place that made Scott twist and moan, fighting against the urge to close his legs, but knowing that he couldn’t with Steve between them. Instead, Scott focused on his breaths, biting down on his bottom lip, and silently trying to count in his head to refrain from twisting over the countertop, “but you…you’re up for explorations, aren’t you? Ready to show me all that you have to offer tonight.”
“Steve I…” Scott’s thoughts were garbled, his cock swelling faster than before now that he was pinned between Steve and the countertop, “oh…”
“Tell me something Scott,” Steve’s thumb slipped between his rounded flesh, centering in over the edge of Scott’s opening in a feathery light sweep, “has anyone ever really taken the time to consider what you truly need before now?”
“What do you mean?” Scott questioned behind a whimper, preparing to think of how to answer Steve’s question when suddenly Steve was spreading Scott wider than before, slipping his tongue inside over Scott’s opening and pushing over it in a lazy, wet sweep. It was enough to make Scott’s knees buckle, his mind going blank as Steve was rolling his tongue over Scott’s opening, making soft flicking motions over the place where Scott had once been convinced that he shouldn’t allow anyone access.
Before the other night when he’d taken to touching himself, Scott hadn’t been aware of how full of sensation he was there, yet now with Steve spreading him open wider and running his tongue around the rim of Scott’s opening, Scott found that he was hit with another hard wave of sensation causing his cock to spring fully to life. Scott was squeezing hard at the edge of Steve’s counter, fighting to keep from crying out as Steve’s tongue did miraculous things, working Scott’s body into a haze of warmth and wonderful feeling, pooling just behind his testicles. Instinctively Scott pushed back against Steve’s kisses, not quite certain it was allowed, yet somehow Steve seemed encouraged by the movement as Steve drew back nipping at Scott’s plump rounded cheek again.
“I’m guessing that you haven’t experienced what it means to be worshipped in all that you are,” Steve’s amusement sent damp warmth over Scott’s opening again before Steve was spreading him wider and using his tongue in ways that Scott never thought possible. In each passing second, Scott found he was stretching up higher, pushing back to meet Steve’s circling sweeps, carried away by the strangely wonderful movements bringing a new meaning to pleasure.
“Steve…mmm….,” Scott breathed his name, rocking backward and allowing Steve to work his tongue over him, to slip inside Scott’s opening and deliver even more sensation.
Scott gripped the counter harder than before, his hips rotating to meet Steve’s movements, to invite Steve to explore his depths more completely. Steve’s soft moans carried a series of vibrations over Scott’s bottom causing Scott to cry out and jerk against the counter. His cock was leaking with precum, his mind fueled with wishing he could see Steve behind him, working to tantalize Scott over his countertop, but instead Scott was left to sensation alone, whimpering and rocking backward in time with Steve’s tongue knowing he shouldn’t want it as bad as he did, but it felt so good. It was so wrong, yet somehow felt so very right as Steve was taking to teasing him. Steve’s tongue thrust in deeper, accompanied by a slow stretch as Scott was suddenly aware of a growing pressure at his opening. His head shot up, his breath uneven as Scott found the strength to look over his shoulder to discover Steve buried between his legs, pushing the tip of his index finger against Scott’s opening in an attempt to breech his once unexplored opening.
“Steve,” Scott whimpered as Steve applied a bit more pressure in the touch. His tongue was working frantically, creating an outpour of damp sensation until somehow Scott felt his body inviting Steve inside, to fill him in ways that caused Scott’s legs to tremble. His body began to tense up, fighting to stay steady as everything inside of Scott wanted to slap them shut against the invasion. However, he stayed still, whimpering and letting out a muted whine when Steve drew back.
“Does it hurt?” Steve questioned bringing his finger back to the edge of Scott’s rim, simply touching it, petting his damp opening before pushing back on his knees.
“No, I just…” Scott fought for breath behind his flushed features, “Last night was the first time I touched myself there, but I didn’t get too far before I…screwed things up.”
“It’s okay,” Steve smiled up at him, reaching around to wrap his fingers around Scott’s cock, catching Scott’s hard arousal in his grasp before his lips returned to Scott’s opening, “It might be unpleasant the first time, which is why I want to make you feel good first. To experience what it’s like to be filled by my tongue, touched by my kisses in ways that can bring you to pleasure. Is that okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Scott nodded against the counter, fighting to stay focused in the beginnings of blissed-out haze Steve had introduced him to when Steve realized it was too much. Steve stood upright, reaching out to bring Scott’s legs together before reaching for the vegetable plate. He carried it off the counter before encouraging Scott to stand up straighter.
“Easy now,” Steve whispered over his shoulder, guiding Scott to turn around and face him again, revealing just how turned on Scott was by Steve’s teasing. Scott’s arms were across his chest, barely hiding his flushed skin. He opened his eyes behind his glasses and he took in the sight of Steve watching him, entranced by Scott’s response to Steve’s instruction, “Do you think you can get up on the counter?”
“You mean like sit on it?” Scott inquired as Steve caught Scott’s hips in his fingers.
“Here let me help,” Steve suggested hoisting Scott up on the counter, twisting Scott around at a different angle to stretch out over the length before Steve was reaching for Scott’s thighs. Steve carefully pushed them over Scott’s abdomen, taking in the view of Scott’s body before walking around to the edge of the counter. Once Steve was situated, he dragged Scott closer to the edge, pushing his hands up and spreading Scott’s legs apart further. They fell over the edge of the countertop leaving Scott wide open to Steve’s explorations. With steady fingers, Steve stretched his hand out across Scott’s abdomen, pushing up across his chest before settling around the base of Scott’s cock. Steve curled his fingers into a fist, palming Scott’s reddened flesh a few times before reaching for Scott’s legs again.
“I’m going to need you to hold them close to your chest. Can you do that for me Scott?” Steve encouraged Scott to hook his fingers behind his knees, to raise his legs up high enough to have his bottom hanging over the edge of the counter. Once it was high enough, Steve was reaching for Scott’s bottom to guide him along, pushing apart Scott’s flesh before parting his lips and collecting enough saliva on his tongue to return to Scott again, picking up where he’d left off in tonguing Scott’s opening.
This time Scott had the benefit of his eyes, observing Steve’s determination, working over Scott’s body in a frantic need to bring about sensation in ways that had Scott panting all over again. Scott was rocking his hips upward, desperate for more when Steve reached out to the other side of the counter, opening the drawer, and pulling out a tiny bottle. Steve popped open the top and turned it over, allowing a steady stream of lubricant to pour out over Scott’s opening, to offer an entirely different sensation when Steve stood upright.
“You might feel a bit of pressure at first, but soon it’ll feel good,” Steve explained bringing his finger to Scott’s opening. Steve pushed against Scott’s rim searching Scott’s face before sliding in deeper and allowing Scott time to adjust to the invasion. With his other hand Steve was stroking Scott’s cock while attempting to ease his way in deeper with a more pleasurable sensation guiding him along, “I promise it’ll feel so much better soon.”
“Okay,” Scott replied gripping his legs harder as Steve’s finger began to move inside of him, curving in such a way that Scott started to shake uncontrollably. Scott’s cock twitched, his lips smacked together, but just when Scott thought he’d lose himself, Steve was gripping at his base, keeping him from crossing that line. Steve’s finger stilled and Steve gave Scott time to breathe again, to try to focus before Steve resumed in his movements, stirring over that spot inside of Scott that caused him to cry out. This time instead of hesitating, Steve continued to prod at that place from within, keeping his fingers curled around Scott’s leaking cock as Steve was once again at Scott’s opening, positioning another finger to slide in to join the other one. This time Scott felt a warmth in being stretched, his body fighting against the invasion, but much like before Steve remained steady in his movements, pumping his slick fingers into Scott’s body. Steve spoke smoothly in soothing words inviting Scott to relax and enjoy the new sensation with Steve’s fingers of the other hand once again pumping over Scott’s cock.
“You’re doing so good,” Steve encouraged Scott to continue to take him in, to feel Steve’s movements as the timer went off alerting them that dinner was done, “Well, that’s not going to do. We really shouldn’t be rushing this along, but…”
Steve’s words were met by his thrusting fingers, pushing deeper into Scott, caged by the tight heat around him, working to fight against Scott’s body’s resistance to the invasion as Scott tensed up over the counter. Scott bit down on his bottom lip, struggling to keep a coherent thought, but soon the pressure seemed to ease up. It was replaced by a warmth and a pool of sensation in Scott’s abdomen, spreading out over Scott until Steve released Scott’s cock and stretched his fingers out across the countertop. Steve was once again reaching into the drawer and pulling out a tiny black plug from within that he’d picked up earlier in the day.
“This is a little bit bigger than my fingers here, but I’m certain you’ll be able to take it in,” Steve explained setting the plug down beside Scott to give him the opportunity to look at it and comprehend what Steve was saying to him.
In Scott’s observation, Steve returned to pumping his other fingers over Scott’s cock, working Scott’s body to bend to Steve’s will in his teasing. With Scott making soft, incoherent sounds, Steve finally stopped touching Scott, removing his fingers from within Scott’s opening as well, instead he quickly started pouring lubricant over the plug and positioning it over Scott’s opening. When Scott hadn’t argued against the action, Steve reached for Scott’s arousal again, carefully scrutinizing Scott’s reaction to what was happening. When Scott licked his lips and pulled his legs up higher Steve’s movement over Scott’s manhood grew faster, more urgent to get Scott closer to where he needed to be.
“Steve please I’m…” Scott tried to speak in between labored breaths gripping his legs tighter at the touch, but instead of saying more he broke into a series of shudders, spilling himself in hard, rough jolts over his chest and abdomen, making a mess of Steve’s kitchen as his orgasm hit hard. It was then that Scott was acutely aware of Steve pushing the plug inside of Scott’s opening, stretching him wider than before with the plug’s smooth head before Scott’s orgasm pulled it in deeper. It readily slipped into Scott with the rounded tip until the wide base was pressed against his bottom filling Scott with a new toy as he came undone over himself and Steve.
“That’s it, Scott. Just let go. Let yourself soak it all in,” Steve was once again over him, touching Scott’s cheek and soothing him through the aftermath, allowing for Scott’s body to return from the heavens, broken by soft incoherent sobs of unexpected bliss in the aftermath, “I know beautiful. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
Scott struggled to find the words, simply nodding as tears pushed past his covered eyes, spilling over onto his cheeks. It wasn’t the pressure or the discomfort that brought Scott to tears, but rather the strange feeling that settled over him, freeing Scott from the heavy burden he’d carried with him every single day that he’d been out on his own. Unlike touching himself in his quiet bedroom, Steve had reached something inside of Scott that he hadn’t known was in there. Now with Steve over him, stroking his face and searching for any sign of Scott’s comprehension, Scott was blown away by an outpour of sensation, letting loose on that wonderful feeling he’d never known he could experience in a lover’s touch.
“Tell me how you feel,” Steve pet the top of Scott’s head, gently fingering his damp hair before catching Scott’s tear with his thumb.
“I’m…good…I think,” Scott angled his cheek into Steve’s palm, fighting for the new freedom he’d found in Steve’s apartment, facing the promise of new pleasures in the most unexpected of ways. Steve’s fingers smoothed out across Scott’s cheek, his touch tapering off over the edge of Scott’s damp hair before Steve took a small step back and stretched his hand out to help encourage Scott to slide off the countertop.
“Come here kitten,” Steve mouthed, drawing Scott up into his arms, and holding him tight. Encouraging Scott to bring his legs around Steve’s waist, Steve cradled Scott against his chest, smoothing his fingers over the length of Scott’s spine, up and down, in soft, gentle caresses before reaching down to twist at the base of the plug ensuring it was in properly. The slight movement had Scott burying his face in Steve’s shoulder holding on tighter as the soft muffled sounds he made spread warmth into Steve’s shoulder.
“Easy now beautiful. I’ve got you,” Steve promised cradling him closer and keeping his strong arms around Scott in their embrace. They stayed there for a while, lost in the aftermath of Scott’s release with Steve leaning up against the counter hoping to ease Scott into the slow drop he’d made from the heavens. Sensing Scott’s return to him Steve’s hands took to soothing him, to petting Scott in gentle sweeping caresses before kissing the top of Scott’s head gently, “Let me grab your clothes to put into the laundry and get you cleaned up in the bathroom while I finish dinner out here.”
“But I though that…?” Scott began with his head full of so many questions. However, as Steve squeezed his fingers and carefully encouraged Scott to return to his feet on the floor, Scott hadn’t thought to argue as each movement he made brought Scott to full awareness of the toy inside of him.
“Take a warm shower beautiful and makes yourself feel nice. Clean yourself up real good. I set out some comfortable clothing for you to wear tonight when you’re done, but don’t take the plug out if you can help if. If it starts to be too much let me know and we’ll take care of it together,” Steve instructed pulling open the drawer again and extracting a small travel bag. He set it on the counter by the sink, unzipping it and taking out a small bottle of mouthwash and a travel toothbrush before stepping aside to take Scott into his arms again in a tight embrace. His lips grazed over Scott’s damp forehead, breathing warmth over his skin as Scott found himself feeling needy and unready to walk away from the man who’d opened his eyes to a new world of pleasures, “Do you need me to carry you in there and get the water ready for you?”
“No,” Scott shook his head adamantly refusing to allow his sudden neediness show and spoil the night ahead of them as Steve was touching his face again, cradling him with tenderness and concern, “I can do it myself.”
“You’re sure?” Steve questioned, searching for Scott’s responsiveness to the touch only so observe Scott’s straightening of his spine and determined nod in his quest to prove himself more than what he’d feared he could be. Smiling Steve kissed the top of Scott’s head before gently pushing Scott’s damp, dark hair away from his face, “Good boy. Go pamper yourself and I’ll finish up in here. Then we can get back to dinner, okay?”
“Yeah, okay,” Scott answered flushed from head to toe and finding himself breathlessly anticipating what came next in this new relationship he’d agreed to after everything about Steve had pulled life as Scott knew it into a delicious tailspin filled with wonderful surprises. As Scott moved around the kitchen he was met by a sense of fullness and a longing for something he couldn’t quite put words on. His whole body felt warm and light, yet heavy and needing to be held as he’d found himself drawn to Steve in ways that he hadn’t found words for. As he approached the door to the bathroom, Scott paused only long enough to look over his shoulder at Steve wondering how he’d gotten so lucky to capture the attention of someone so perfect set on opening Scott’s eyes to a world unlike anything he’d ever known.
Chapter 3: Intransigent
Summary:
Steve plans for a quiet, romantic dinner with Scott take a surprising turn after Scott's distraction becomes more apparent as the night goes on guiding Steve find a different way to capture Scott's full attention.
Notes:
Please pay attention to the tags as this story contains some dom/sub elements in their relationship as it's growing and evolving along with a touch of angst peppered in as Scott's history has a habit of sneaking into his thoughts in this latest installment.
Prompts Used in this chapter: Sexy Days of Summers: Age Difference, Spanking, Temperature Play
Chapter Text
Scott splashed water on his face and tried to appear anything but aroused as the plug inside of him left him feeling entirely out of his element. Even though he’d lost himself to his orgasm a short while earlier, there was something about being filled with the tiny plug that had Scott feeling wicked and naughty, doing something that would be frowned upon in his time at the school. As Scott looked at himself in the mirror, Scott realized that he wasn’t fooling anyone let alone himself. He was moving differently in the knowledge that it was there unable to avoid thinking about what he’d agreed to do. His concentration simply wasn’t there as he found the strength to leave the bathroom and make his way out into the kitchen where Steve had finished with dinner. In the time Scott had disappeared Steve had pulled dinner out of the oven, spreading it over his modest, sturdy wooden table in the hopes of delivering Scott the kind of surprise he’d been eager to explore. Of course, that was before Scott was wearing the plug, when he was suddenly worried about what could happen should he take a seat in the chair Steve was holding out for him.
“I hope you’re hungry,” Steve explained in a casual voice, smiling sweetly as Scott’s bottom involuntarily flexed and tightened against the toy that filled him. It wasn’t nearly as big as the one Bobby had cajoled Scott into buying, but it certainly left its mark as Scott’s tense movements gave him away in his walk to his seat, “Feels different, doesn’t it?”
“You have no idea,” Scott laughed hesitating as he looked down at the chair fearing that he’d lack any focus if he had to be seated, “Steve, I don’t know if…”
“You’ll be fine,” Steve kissed his temple before guiding Scott to take a seat and try to relax under the illusion of a civilized meal between them. Steve ran his fingers over the dip in Scott’s shoulders before leaning in to kiss the top of Scott’s head, “I hope you’re hungry.”
“I’m not really all that hungry,” Scott replied behind nervous words as he was seated, struggling to find a comfortable position with the plug inside of him knowing full well it was proving to be an impossibility at this point.
“You’re going to need your strength for what I’ve got planned for us,” Steve explained in a patient tone as if he hadn’t noticed the way Scott continued to squirm in his seat unable to reach a level of comfort without the toy making him feel uneasy. As Steve continued to prepare them for dinner pulling the lid off the chicken meal that he’d been working on for Scott’s arrival Scott made a small sound. Steve paused and looked up to discover Scott’s wiggling again from where he was seated, “Does it hurt?”
“No,” Scott stopped moving long enough to look up at Steve behind a small grimace, “It just feels…different.”
“Good different?” Steve posed the question further.
“Just different,” Scott sighed moving to slump down in his chair before realizing that wasn’t at all the way he wanted to sit. He pushed up straighter, shifting around just enough to balance his weight on one side only to feel the plug press in at a different angle that made him even more aware of it being there.
“It’s going to be very different than what you’re used to,” Steve explained resuming in his slicing the chicken in smooth portions as though they were merely discussing the weather with one another and not the butt plug in Scott’s bottom that Steve had expertly positioned there before Scott’s shower, “If you haven’t taken the time to adjust to toys before, it’s going to make you feel full, like something isn’t quite right, but the more you relax, the easier it’ll be.”
“You say that now, but…” Scott looked to the spread before him taking it all in and knowing that Steve went all out for their night together, yet the fear of overindulging with the plug inside of him had Scott fighting against the rumble in his stomach.
“But nothing,” Steve waved his hand dismissively before bringing a couple of slices of chicken over to Scott’s plate and depositing them next to the vegetables, “Tonight is just about the experience, of adjusting to the feel and taking it all in. Trying new things. Learning your limitations and opening the door to new temptations. Here you should try this.”
“Steve, I really don’t think I’m ready to be eating right now when we both know that…” Scott raised his hand in refusal fearing that food would only complicate things after all the uncertainties Scott had harbored about what he was walking into after his trip to the shop had left him in a deeper state of disarray.
“It’ll be good for you,” Steve leaned in to whisper gently over the back of Scott’s ear, “and everything I’ve prepared will give you the fuel you need for tonight without anything to worry about. I carefully selected dinner to ensure everything runs smoothly and…”
“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” Scott asked behind a tentative breath.
“Only if you’re a good boy who does as he’s told in eating his dinner,” Steve winked back at him before reaching out to rub his fingers over Scott’s bottom to touch over the base of the plug beneath Scott’s clothes, deliberately shifting it in a subtle press and causing Scott to squirm, “Would you like that?”
“Very much,” Scott answered behind hot cheeks and a squeeze of his bottom tighter around the toy knowing that it felt forbidden and naughty with Steve’s fingers over his body, spreading their warmth through the clothing Steve had laid out for him.
“Good. Just what I wanted to hear,” Steve kissed Scott’s forehead before circling back around the table to prepare a portion for himself in the meal he’d cooked for them, “So tell me what prompted you to come into the city this afternoon?”
“The shopping trip, but you already know that after you talked to me earlier,” Scott focused on the silverware before him, wondering if he could find it in him to grip at the fork beside his plate and savor anything more beyond the savory, welcome aroma of the seemingly delectable meal that Steve prepared for him, “Bobby thought the shop would be a good place to start in training with…”
“Toys?” Steve angled his head up to observe Scott’s reaction to their conversation.
“Among other things,” Scott shrugged his shoulders knowing his ruddy flushed cheeks were giving him away in his embarrassment as he shifted on his seat once again.
“What kind of other things?” Steve questioned, ignoring the soft whimper that touched over Scott’s lips in his movement as Steve skewered the vegetable on his plate with his fork.
“I don’t know. Different things in the store that Bobby decided I should know about, but it doesn’t matter. It was just stupid stuff I guess,” Scott’s face grew hot in feeling foolish as Steve bisected the vegetable before pulling it up from the plate and depositing it between his amused lips to take his first taste of the meal he’d prepared for them, “I just thought that Bobby might know more about things than I did since he’s been open with me about his sexuality for a while and guided me towards…”
“Buying toys meant to turn you off bottoming if that’s where you start?” Steve posed the question after he’d swallowed down his bite. He reached for the wine goblet on the table before him pulling it up from the stem and swirling it around in his fingers. He guided it closer to his face to take in its smooth, smoky floral fruity aroma before contemplating his first sip.
“I mean I guess I didn’t really think to consider the size when…” Scott bit down on his bottom lip before elaborating further as his eyes were drawn to Steve’s lips touching over the glass of wine. Looking to his own wine goblet before him Scott discovered that unlike Steve’s his was filled with ice water which with another shift of his hips to make himself more comfortable on his seat, Scott was grateful for. He plucked the glass up from the tabletop mirroring Steve’s movements before swallowing down a small sip of the cool liquid, “There were so many of them in the shop and given that you’re…”
“I’m what?”
“Bigger than the plug you gave me,” Scott pointed out as he lowered his glass, fighting all the while with the way his voice hitched in imagining Steve naked before him again offering up a hint of the forbidden between them. Licking his lips, Scott regarded the food on his plate again before lowering his chin and asking the question that had filled his thoughts after he’d retreated to the shower, “Which by the way…why did you get me something so small to play with knowing that you’re so much bigger than this?”
“Does that not please you Scott?” Steve inquired behind an arched brow already knowing the answer in Scott’s physical response to the plug inside of him, “Do you not feel it?”
“Of course, I feel it, but we both know that…” Scott bit down on his bottom lip as his movements served as a quick reminder of the fullness in his bottom. He attempted to slide back in his seat, but stopped moving as it caused the toy to spark an unexpected reaction inside of him.
“Because Scott when it gets down to it, it’s best if you work your way up to training yourself towards taking someone inside of you,” Steve explained drawing in a breath before sipping his wine again as if Steve hadn’t been aware of Scott’s red-faced response to the toy. Steve’s eyes never left Scott as he stretched his empty fingers out across the tabletop gripping at the edge of the neatly folded white linen napkin beside his plate, “Not that you couldn’t experience me without the plug, but since you found your way to a curiosity, I realized you might be open to trying toys geared towards training you to relax enough to…”
“Have you inside me?” Scott’s words hitched in his hopefulness. His back straightened up, prompting him to sit higher in anticipation, but almost as soon as he moved, Scott was brought to full awareness of the plug inside of him again. Before he knew it, he was twisting again, far too distracted to be civilized as he, too, was reaching out to grip at the linen napkin before him with curling fingers in the hopes that he could recenter himself and focus before Steve thought him to be far too much trouble to continue with their plans.
“Eventually,” Steve nodded before finishing up with the remaining half of the vegetable on his plate before another thought occurred to him, “Did you tell Bobby about what’s happening with us?”
“No,” Scott answered honestly before starting to shift in his seat but thinking twice and remaining perfectly still in his admission, “not in so many words. I told him that I was staying behind tonight in the city because I’d started seeing someone outside of the school, but I never said who I was spending my time with.”
“I see,” Steve seemed to ponder Scott’s words before he shifted gears on their conversation returning the discussion around to the trip Scott had made earlier into the city, “When you were in the shop aside from what you’d picked up, was there anything that struck your fancy? Anything that you were curious about when you were browsing that you’d like to discuss with me?”
“I wasn’t really paying attention to what was around me,” Scott finally lifted his fork from the table and started to pick at the meat on the plate before him. It smelled so good, but something inside of him was too nervous to actually taste it with the idea of a night with Steve ahead of him.
“No?” Steve arched a curious brow.
“Not really no,” Scott prodded at his food again without any real consideration to eating it after the horror stories he’d seen online about how eating the wrong things before sex could spoil a perfect night together.
“Why not?” Steve nudged through Scott’s lingering thoughts in another clear spoken attempt to regain Scott’s full focus in their conversation.
“I don’t know,” Scott poked at his plate again before slumping his shoulders and sliding his legs further apart beneath the table to experiment with movement in the hopes of finding something comfortable in his positioning.
This time the shift of his bottom felt different, almost pleasurable as Scott found himself repeating it again just to gauge if it did in fact feel good. Swallowing down hard Scott tried to be subtle in his grip on his fork, but there was something almost delightful happening inside of him when Scott moved slightly to the left and pushed forward widening his legs apart further. It caused his pulse to quicken and his focus to leave the dinner conversation entirely as he began to experiment with tiny subtle movements that Scott hoped would bring him to experience that tiny jolt of pleasure again from within.
“Scott?” Steve’s voice pushed through his dirty experiment to pull back Scott’s focus in returning to their discussion.
“Sorry,” Scott apologized making another small movement that definitely felt good. He bit down on his bottom lip to suppress the moan that worked its way up through the back of his throat as he allowed the feeling to roll over his body heightening his growing arousal. Just to torture himself Scott repeated the movement again, greedily wanting more of the sensation to reach a deeper place just begging for more of whatever it was Steve’s gift had offered him in his experimentation. Too embarrassed to meet Steve’s eyes in his distraction, Scott disregarded the chicken and prodded at the colorful vegetables instead to the side of his plate hoping to give the illusion that he was interested in the carefully crafted meal before him, “I guess I was just nervous in being there. Not wanting anyone to see me and…”
“How did you feel after Tony and I saw you walking out of there?” Steve questioned, causing Scott to look up from his plate and discover the way that Steve was scrutinizing his response with a pensive expression on his face. Steve’s hands were on the tabletop resting behind curled fingers into fists. They were beside his wine glass and the fork he’d left hanging over the edge of the plate, yet his blue eyes were filled with a sudden intensity that Scott hadn’t anticipated in their dinner conversation. However, it had been clear in Steve’s posture that he had been scrutinizing Scott’s every subtle move within his chair with close attention to the details Scott was struggling to suppress in his reaction to the toy, “What were you thinking after you saw us on the street outside at the shop?”
“I was…embarrassed, a little terrified that Tony was going to out us to the Professor in what we were doing,” Scott’s focus was on Steve’s mouth in his response watching the way that there was a subtle twitch at the corners of his lips indicating that Steve was amused or interested in hearing more of Scott’s perspective on their earlier encounter, “Excited maybe. Wondering what seeing me there trying to prepare myself for you would do for you…”
“It gave me plenty of ideas for what we could discover together especially after I saw how much you’d been led astray by your misguided friend’s bad advice,” Steve confessed uncurling his fists and instead reaching for his fork with his left hand. He clenched it in his fingers, skewering some chicken before raising it to his lips and taking another bite of his food. He swallowed it down after a couple of bites, keeping the fork to his lips before nodding over to Scott to do the same, “Eat up. It’s going to get cold if you keep waiting.”
“Steve it’s just…” Scott set his fork down on his plate before looking over at Steve across the table with apprehension overtaking his sharp sculpted features framed by his ruby lenses, “With the things I’ve been reading lately about my role in this I’m not sure if eating a meal is something that…”
“You’re not allergic to anything I’ve prepared, are you?” Steve questioned with concern behind his eyes before lowering his own fork.
“No, but from the things I’ve been researching…” Scott’s face grew even hotter with embarrassment as he felt suddenly on the spot and filled with an awareness of the plug pushing against a place inside of him that only served to make him squirm harder than before.
“Having an introduction to the pleasures of sex without fueling up first after you’ve been no doubt starving yourself in the city all day isn’t going to help Scott,” Steve explained as the lines of his once smiling lips were curving into an unexpectedly concerned scowl, “Regardless of what you’ve been learning tonight, I can assure you that this meal isn’t going to be problematic for what I have planned for you.”
“What is that exactly?” Scott inquired leaning forward and pushing his bottom back against the seat to deliver himself another tease of sensation.
“I’d like to teach you how to let loose in getting in touch with your sensual side—how to get familiar with what feels good and utilizing that awareness to heighten your pleasure,” Steve answered once again placing his hands down on top of the table and nodding for Scott to eat again, “Starting by listening to your body when it tells you that you want to eat.”
“Steve I…” Scott opened his mouth to argue but stopped short when the rumbling he’d fought to contain in his stomach overtook him again as his betraying body was on Steve’s side of their discussion, “fine.”
“Good boy,” Steve smiled sweetly at him, resuming in cutting his own chicken before observing Scott again from across the table struggling to comply with his host’s request, “I remembered how much you enjoyed breakfast the last time you were here…”
“Sorry about that,” Scott’s cheeks grew hotter as he thought back to the way he’d practically swallowed down the last meal Steve had offered him in only a couple of bites. At the time Scott was practically starving and remembering the way it felt to be without such luxuries in the past. Those days had been long gone but with Steve’s cooking in front of him that morning Scott realized how incredible it tasted after a night spent in Steve’s arms. Even now Scott remembered his earlier embarrassment in the haste at which he’d taken it all in before realizing that Steve had taken no more than a couple of bites of his meal and was nowhere finished in savoring it during their time together, “I don’t normally splurge on meals like that. Food really isn’t something I’m all that invested in, but with what you made that day…”
“You liked it, which pleases me, Scott,” Steve nodded to Scott’s plate again, “Just like you eating this dinner tonight would do for me as well. I’d take it as a complement as I would with my art as it’s a passion of mine as of late.”
“With your cooking?” Scott arched a curious brow behind his glasses as the spark in Steve’s eyes radiated his handsome features in his subtle nod.
“Been doing more of it lately in my attempts at adjusting to the promise of the twenty first century. Learning a few new tricks of the trade to brush up my skills and deliver meals that the team can appreciate after a long, grueling mission,” Steve continued to carry on a casual conversation in the hopes of Scott relaxing enough to join in on their exchange.
“Wow, yeah we don’t get that at the school,” Scott blurted out behind a nervous laugh as he focused on the meal before him again, “At least not when there’s not a holiday around. The professor has this incredible kitchen with top tier appliances, but most of the time post-mission it’s soup from a can. It’s pretty good, but nothing like all this when…”
“Oh Scott, what you must be missing out on if you believe soup from a can is pretty good,” Steve teased leaning in over the table to catch the color in Scott’s face, “I remember those days in my youth scraping to get by, but now thanks to Tony’s influence I seldom find myself dreaming about days of soup from a can.”
“It gets the job done,” Scott raised his chin up and met Steve’s eyes behind a smile of his own, “Don’t knock it until you try it again in this century. It’s quick and easy. Let’s you get what you need before you can get back to your day and…”
“I can’t imagine you’re getting what you need at the school Scott,” Steve’s voice was a touch darker, his eyes filled with an intensity that left Scott less focused on food and more on the man across the table whose toes were pushing out to meet Scott’s beneath the table’s wooden surface.
“No,” Scott stretched out further, allowing his sock covered toes to curl against Steve’s foot wanting more of that connection between them, “I suppose I’m not.”
“We’ll work on changing that then. Truth be told I’ve been trying my hand at baking as of late,” Steve let out a small laugh. He leaned back in his chair to offer up a more relaxed position for their conversation, “Tonight’s dessert, for example, is an old recipe passed down in my family for generations with a few modifications, but I never got around to giving it a go until I had someone to make it for. Never felt the need to put in the effort until you were here.”
“You wanted to make all of this tonight just for me?” Scott regarded the plate before him again unable to deny how incredible it all looked laid out before him.
“You sound surprised,” Steve’s toes curved underneath the arch of Scott’s foot to pull a tiny tickle of laughter from his lips, “Ticklish there too, huh?”
“A little bit,” Scott replied feeling his cheeks grow even hotter than before in his laughter. He squirmed on the chair debating if he should pull his foot back but was distracted by the plug inside of him serving as a reminder of what was still ahead.
“I wanted you to feel at home and comfortable,” Steve explained observing Scott’s still uneaten plate before him.
“I did. I mean I do,” Scott stammered with his words, filled with another touch of unrest in wanting to please Steve for their night together.
“Then we’re on the right track with one another,” Steve reached for his wine glass and took a slow sip, “because I want you to be relaxed with me Scott.”
“That’s a change for us, isn’t it?” Scott almost laughed before reaching for his own glass of water and trying to stay focused on delivering the kind of dinner conversation he was convinced a man like Steve would come to expect out of potential partners, “I mean just a few months ago we were ready to go to blows over our teams in disagreement and now…”
“We’re having dinner and discussing the way the day has brought us here together,” Steve finished with a thoughtful expression on his face, “Truth be told I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
“Me too,” Scott felt his cheeks grow hotter as he was certain his smile made him look ridiculous in revealing far too much emotion behind his thoughts. He raised his foot up touching over Steve’s under the table in keeping them linked together.
“Been thinking about painting you again if you’re interested,” Steve threw out at him across the table behind a casual breath in between working to finish his meal, “Getting back into exploring art a bit if you have the time.”
“Tonight?” Scott perked up at the thought.
“Only if you’re interested in posing, but not until after we’re finished with dinner,” Steve continued to explain behind another bite of his chicken, “Thought it might be fun to explore our options.”
“But I thought we were going to…” Scott’s words lingered off as he thought to the plug again.
“Get better acquainted with one another beyond what we’ve already shared,” Steve clarified behind a smile before motioning to Scott to continue eating his barely touched meal, “Learn to understand what it is that makes us both feel good.”
“Right,” Scott’s face grew flushed as he looked over to Steve’s kitchen island countertop remembering what they’d shared before Steve had instructed him to go get cleaned up after the plug was inside of him.
Catching the movement of Scott’s ever so slightly shifting jaw, Steve couldn’t help but smile in leaning forward and asking a more provocative question, “Did you like the way my tongue felt before when it was inside you?”
“Wasn’t it obvious?” Scott’s face grew a deeper shade of crimson as the words fell from his lips. He caught himself looking at the counter again before biting down on his bottom lip and squeezing his bottom around the plug inside of him at the memory of Steve’s kisses in the hopes of recreating a touch of the sensation Steve awakened in him, “With the way that I finished when you…”
“I didn’t ask if you liked that it made you come undone. I asked if you enjoyed what I was doing to you when I was doing it,” Steve corrected with a sternness in his tone. His blue eyes held scrutiny behind them gauging Scott’s reactions while holding his wine glass close to his lips again.
“I did,” Scott nodded bashfully after the thought of how dirty their behavior was right before dinner hung heavy over him, “A lot. Did you?”
“Did I what?” Steve inquired behind an amused tickle of laughter.
“Like doing it to me?” Scott questioned boldly as he’d felt his last ounce of politeness leave in the memory of the wild time they shared together. Scott gripped his glass fighting to sit still and throw down his own attempts at bringing them back to the experience they’d shared together.
“Very much. You’re delicious Scott,” Steve licked his lips, and his eyes found their way to Scott’s mouth again as if he, too, was contemplating all the things they’d done together before Scott’s shower, “It’s one of many things I’d still like to do to you after today as we get to know each other better if you’ll allow it.”
“Yeah, I mean I um…” Scott’s whole body was on fire, his hands damn near shaking as he gripped the glass harder than before, “sure, I don’t mind if you want to.”
“I’ll do it then,” Steve decided before shaking his head and moving to finish off his chicken on the plate before him. He tipped his head down, but in doing so his eyes were taken from Scott as Steve’s dinner had his focus, “but only if you ask nicely and only if you’re a good boy for me.”
“I’m trying to be,” Scott smiled behind a wistful expression on his face.
“Then why aren’t you eating your dinner, Scott?” Steve’s eyes snapped up towards him again, but with a darkness behind their blue depths that hadn’t been there before. In the question Steve pulled his foot away from Scott’s under the table severing their playful touching, “I’ve taken the time to make it for you, to ensure that your needs are being met, yet here you are too afraid to accept the meal I’ve offered you.”
“I’m not afraid…” Scott opened his mouth to argue.
“Yes, you are. You don’t trust that I know what’s best for you tonight when I’m only trying to help you feel good,” Steve cut him off with a disapproving shake of his head and a touch of a scowl upon his lips, “We’ve already covered that this meal is one you can eat that will nourish you and give you pleasure in its taste and…”
“I didn’t think it wasn’t. It smells incredible Steve and if this was any other time, I’d probably already be finished with it, but rather knowing what we’re planning on doing tonight…” Scott looked to his plate again before pinching his lips together as a nervousness twitched in his stomach, “I just don’t want to embarrass myself by…”
“You’re embarrassing yourself by not doing as you’re told Scott. I thought we agreed that you were going to be a good boy for me tonight,” Steve reached for his napkin, wiping at the corners of his mouth before sliding his chair away from the table. After a few seconds hesitation, Steve raised his hand up in the air, curling his fingers towards Scott to join him over at his end of the table before nodding to Scott’s plate, “I can see that’s going to be harder for you than expected in letting go of the control you constantly cling to in taking orders tonight, so why don’t you grab your plate and your water then come over here so that we can get you fed?”
“Steve I…” Scott’s face was burning, his body tingling with anticipation as the sound of Steve’s voice was firm and authoritative leaving no room for discussion as Scott dutifully reached for his plate and his glass. Behind an uneasy breath, Scott carefully pushed his chair away from the table all the while lifting his plate and following Steve’s instruction to bring it over to where Steve was still seated in his chair away from the table.
“Set them down on the table Scott,” Steve instructed folding his arms in front of his chest and observing Scott standing before him.
Once Scott did as he was told, Steve tipped his head in approval before delivering Scott another long perusal. For the longest time Scott expected Steve to say something, to order Scott to fall into his lap or reach for his plate again to take a bite, but when Steve hadn’t Scott grew impatient. He fidgeted on his feet, preparing to say something when Steve’s blue eyes found Scott’s through his glasses once again.
“I can see your focus isn’t on dinner as you’re distracted tonight in ways that we’re going to have to sort out first before you can enjoy your meal. Take your clothes off Scott,” Steve commanded with a spread of his legs out beyond the edge of his chair, offering a glimpse of the strength behind his thick, powerful thighs. His arms were still folded in front of his chest as if Steve was ready to admonish Scott for his misbehavior, but Scott knew better than to question what he was being told even in his hesitation, “Scott?”
“Yes, of course. As you wish,” Scott nervously fumbled with the t-shirt he was wearing, dragging it up over his thin body to reveal the sleek lines of his far too slender torso marked by the soft touches of fading scars from the past.
For an instant Scott found himself hating that he hadn’t given his scars any consideration before in stripping down for Steve. At the art class they hadn’t been an issue as Scott was relying on the paycheck to get through and then at night in Steve’s apartment things were different. Even that morning after Scott hadn’t really thought about his imperfections, but now with Steve just beyond his reach sitting in the chair and observing him as Scott was bathed in the sunlight pouring into the loft apartment, Scott felt another kind of nervousness overtaking him.
Still, Scott hadn’t thought to refuse Steve’s suggestion pushing past the worries about his scars in revealing more of himself. In each slide of the fabric over his body Scott knew his lack of attention to detail in self-care became evident in his slender lines with the knowledge he should’ve been eating better back home. The long hours in the Danger Room along with the worries over his failed attempts at romancing Jean had left him thinner and malnourished in ways that were slightly reminiscent of his days on the streets. For an instant that correlation within Scott’s mind brought a pang of guilt to the center of his chest at his blatant refusal to accept Steve’s meal, leaving him dejected as Scott rolled off his socks and prepared to unbutton his jeans.
“You should really take better care of yourself kitten,” Steve’s voice was softer, his blue eyes sweeping over the lines of Scott’s youthful physique and noting the obvious signs of neglect that life with the team had weighed in on Scott over the last couple of weeks they’d spent apart, “Nothing makes daddy purr more than seeing his boy healthy and happy in knowing he’s taken care of.”
“Daddy?” Scott repeated as his chin snapped up, his lips parting with curiosity when Steve smiled back at him with a sexy glint of mischief in his blue eyes.
“Unless you’d rather not,” Steve motioned with a swirl of his index finger into the air for Scott to continue to peel open his pants and get rid of them as well, “Too much?”
“I’m not sure,” Scott answered behind a breath of anticipation in the back of his throat as his shaking fingers were gripping at the jeans he was wearing preparing to acquiesce to Steve’s request, “I don’t think I mind it…for now.”
“Good,” Steve’s legs parted wider as a satisfied smirk touched over the corners of his mouth, “then be a good boy for daddy and take those pants off followed by those briefs you’re wearing. When you do I want you to turn around for me and bend over touching your toes…”
“Right now?” Scott’s question came out in a breathless whisper.
“Right here,” Steve’s leg stretched out, sliding out over to the place where Scott’s discarded shirt landed on the floor.
“Yes daddy,” Scott lowered his chin, rolling his shoulders back and bringing his hands over the parted material of his slacks to dutifully comply with Steve’s request.
“On second thought,” Steve hesitated in his thoughts only long enough to observe the slide of Scott’s jeans down over his thighs. With his sock covered foot, Steve pulled Scott’s shirt in closer, leaning forward only enough to pull it off the ground and start to fold it in his lap as his eyes never left Scott, “Let’s skip over the daddy thing for now. I’m not quite sure it’s for us. I think we can do better.”
“Sure,” Scott replied barely hanging on to Steve’s words. Scott’s fingers hooked into the elastic waistband of his modest briefs, stretching it out before sliding it down over his sharp angular hips to surround his smooth skin with the coolness of Steve’s apartment all around him.
If anything, Scott knew he should be embarrassed, that the uneasiness in the pit of his stomach shouldn’t have been filled with anticipation taking Scott to a place where he was fighting to ignore the swelling of his cock in favor of turning away from Steve and doing as he was told. Drawing in a quick breath Scott leaned forward grasping his ankles before touching the tips of his toes as Steve requested. He tucked his chin into his chest as he heard the slide of Steve’s chair across the wooden flooring indicating that Steve had gotten up to move closer to Scott.
“You’re so beautiful and smooth everywhere,” Steve’s words were accompanied by the warmth of his thick hands sliding over Scott’s hips, rounding over them and tracing over every indent that they presented to his exploratory touch, “I have to ask kitten, do you wax your body to maintain the smoothness you’re offering me?”
“No,” Scott’s fingers pulled away from his toes and up to grip his ankles harder than before behind closed eyelids after Steve’s fingers pushed between Scott’s thighs, gently nudging them apart further and exposing the bottom of the plug to his ravenous blue eyes behind Scott.
“No?” Steve inquired as the lazy upward sweeps of his fingers made their way up towards the heat of Scott’s groin, barely skimming over the smooth skin of his testicles before Steve, “Not even a little?”
“Not once,” Scott’s face grew hotter as Steve was pawing at his flesh, caressing his testicles, and gently squeezing them in his large palm before Steve’s right hand pushed over the top of Scott’s bottom to hold him in position, “I know it’s not normal at my age to be so…”
“Perfect,” Steve leaned forward pressing a kiss over Scott’s shoulder. His arm surrounded Scott’s waist as Steve leaned forward to stretch out over Scott’s bent spine to link them together, “You’re perfect Scott just the way you are. Beautiful in every sense of the word like a blank canvas aching to be brought to life in the touch.”
“I feel beautiful with your hands on me,” Scott confessed wanting more than anything to stretch up and lean back into Steve, to feel the strength of Steve’s arms around him holding him so tight, “I like the way you make me feel.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Steve’s lips trailed over the center of Scott’s spine, kissing him gently before Steve’s fingers found their way to the plug inside of Scott, “How are we doing here?”
“We’re…” Scott began to speak up again preparing to answer when suddenly Scott felt the first movement of the plug inside of him. Almost immediately it caused his knees to buckle, damn near causing him to fall over if it hadn’t been for Steve’s arm around his center.
“Only getting started kitten,” Steve held him tighter pinching at the plug’s base before slowly tugging on the edge and dragging the bottom of it out of Scott’s body.
In the movement, Scott shook and whimpered. The stretch of the widest part was pressing against his opening, still caught up inside of him, but threatening to spread Scott wider in the slow pull Steve made with his gripping fingers. Sucking down a sharp breath, Scott prepared for Steve to take it out, but instead Steve pushed it back in deeper, causing Scott to involuntarily grip at the base, clenching onto the toy as if everything inside of him depended on it.
“Easy now,” Steve’s fingers massaged at Scott’s spine, repeating the movement, and pulling a moan from Scott’s plump, parted lips before the plug was once again sliding within Scott’s body, creating a sense of deliciously wicked motion in the most unfamiliar of ways within Scott, “That’s it…”
“Steve…” Scott breathed his name in a sharp exhale, pinching so hard at his ankles that Scott feared he would push right through them. It was taking all Scott had not to moan and cry out, not to squeeze harder around the plug and fight to keep it there. Suddenly Steve’s fingers were running over Scott’s chest, touching at its smoothness in ways that hadn’t been lost on Scott in their earlier teasing.
“You’re so responsive to the touch,” Steve licked a line over Scott’s spine, stretching forward to bend with him, to hover over Scott in their position where Scott could feel the warmth of Steve’s t-shirt covered muscles prodding at his slim lines, “If I recall correctly…”
“Steve,” Scott finally cried out when Steve’s words were met by a pinch of Steve’s thick fingers over Scott’s nipple around his bent form. Immediately Scott’s body jerked, his fingers abandoning his ankles as his palms flattened out on the floor. In the soft pull of Steve’s fingers over Scott’s nipple delivering the cool sensation of damp fingers, Scott was losing his balance, his heart hammering in his chest.
“Easy now,” Steve’s large hand was once again centered over Scott’s breastbone revealing the ice-cube he’d plucked up from Scott’s glass in his retreat from the table. In his subtle movements, Steve spread his fingers out, allowing for the soft drips of the ice to push across Scott’s skin. When Steve’s damp fingers touched over Scott’s hardened nipple again, Scott shivered and moaned without abandon revealing how excited he was with the push back against Steve’s hips in his shaky response.
“Steve,” Scott breathed his name reaching back to touch Steve’s leg as Steve was silently guiding Scott to stand up again.
“Come here kitten,” Steve encouraged with a whisper behind Scott’s ear leaning forward to scoop Scott in against his chest, keeping Scott close. Steve worked carefully to uncurl their bodies in their upward movement bringing Scott upright and into his arms, nestled back against Steve’s powerful chest in the center of Steve’s dining area. One hand was over the base of Scott’s throat sliding the melting ice up over Scott’s heated skin and allowing it to linger over his pulse point before Steve’s other hand was returning to Scott’s bottom, pushing between his muscled flesh to resume in his teasing with the plug, “We don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“No, we don’t,” Scott agreed rising on his toes arching his head back and allowing for Steve’s damp fingers to trace lazy circles over his chest, returning to his previously ignored nipple to tease Scott with the melting ice. The sensation caused Scott’s abdomen to fall concave as a tiny whimper rolled over his tongue.
In an instant Scott’s cock to sprang to life as the cool sensation brought shades of awareness running through Scott’s body behind his now closed eyelids. He was making a small incoherent sound, reveling in the way the ice brought everything to awareness until Steve abandoned the ice and pinched at Scott’s nipple again, this time harder than before with the small forward pull Steve’s gripping fingers made. Immediately Scott felt a quick jolt of pain accompanied with the kind of pleasure that made his cock twitch, wanting to experience it all over again as Steve began the torturous process all over again of drawing the plug back just enough to cause a stretch at Scott’s opening before pushing it in to make him squirm.
In the height of the teasing Steve’s fingers were once again touching over Scott’s chest alternately petting Scott and rubbing over his heated flesh before pinching at his hardened nipple and making him moan louder than before. Scott’s head dropped back into Steve’s shoulder, unable to deny the way the slow twisting tug on his sensitive flesh made his cock jolt with awareness leaking with precum and wanting to experience so much more from his new lover. Scott’s entire body was flushed, his hips rolling back to meet Steve’s movements with the plug before Steve’s lips were spreading damp heat over Scott’s shoulder in his doting kisses.
“You’re doing so good with your new toy Scott,” Steve praised him in between kisses over his shoulder, up across Scott’s cheek and over the top of Scott’s head in between soft soothing whispers of warmth across Scott’s skin. Steve’s fingers were once again massaging at Scott’s chest, working between his nipples, and touching down across Scott’s abdomen to leave an awareness of Steve upon his skin claiming Scott as his own, “so much so that I’d like to give you another one.”
“Another one?” Scott’s eyes reopened behind his glasses as Steve was gripping at the base of the toy inside of him.
“One that will provide a bit more sensation than the last,” Steve explained wrapping his arms around Scott and pulling him closer to his powerful chest. Steve kissed at Scott’s temple before encouraging Scott to turn around to step back with Steve in moving closer to the abandoned table. Steve reached for Scott’s hand returning with Scott to Steve’s empty chair before Steve released him, “Sit down kitten. I’ll be right back to take care of you.”
“But…” Scott opened his lips to protest, but found his body was already moving into position on Steve’s chair, naked and aching for something deeper between them. Anticipation had heightened his awareness, taking him further from the meal Steve had prepared for him to wanting to discover the new surprises Steve had in store for him with the silver case in his grip accompanied by the bottle of lubricant that Steve was carrying back with him.
In observing Steve, Scott arched his back, pushing down on the chair to work the toy inside of him over that place he’d learned felt good. In doing so, Scott dropped his head back, spreading his thighs wider and revealing his hardened manhood to Steve’s curious eyes. When Steve stayed silent in his return, Scott reached down to stroke himself, wanting to display his eagerness to Steve in expressing how much he was enjoying the new things he was experiencing with Steve at his side.
“Easy now kitten,” Steve set the silver case down on top of the table and reached out to gently finger Scott’s dark hair. Scott continued to curl his fingers around his length tighter than before unabashedly stroking himself in the hopes that Steve would discover how needy he was. Smiling Steve leaned forward to kiss Scott’s cheek before reaching out to stop him from pleasuring himself, “We’ve got plans for tonight and as much as I like seeing how excited you are, we don’t want this to end too soon. Can you stop for me for right now?”
“Uh-huh,” Scott fell back against the chair, spreading his legs wider. He was rewarded with Steve’s thumb pushing over the leaking head of Scott’s cock, stealing the moisture from his opening, and bringing it to his own lips to steal a taste of Scott’s eagerness. In observing Steve’s fingers dipping inside his mouth, Scott damn near came undone, finding Steve hotter than ever, but Steve’s ever-present fingers squeezing at Scott’s base kept him from crossing that line too soon.
“Here kitten, have a taste,” Steve suggested dipping his fingers down to circle over the top of Scott’s reddening flesh and pull another salty tease of Scott’s eagerness away from his cock and up to Scott’s waiting lips. When Scott’s lips parted, Steve pushed his fingers inside delivering Scott a naughty taste of himself, wild and reckless, behaving in ways that Scott was certain would get him into terrible trouble back at the school. Yet somehow with Steve’s eyes upon him, Scott sucked down harder on Steve’s fingers, wanting to lick every last trace of himself off his lover in the hopes that Steve would do the same to Scott in much more intimate places later in the night.
“That’s good, kitten. You’re doing so very well tonight even if you’re far too distracted to enjoy dinner. Can you get up on the table for me?” Steve questioned. He pulled his fingers out from Scott’s plump lips as Scott was arched back against the chair with lips parted and the tip of his tongue tracing over his own bottom lip in a tantalizing motion, “Or better yet turn can you get up and around to bend over and lean into the chair so I can keep you close to me?”
“Okay,” Scott did as he was told, rising to his feet, and turning around. Bringing his arms down over Steve’s chair to lean forward, Scott did his best to stay perfectly still. He was rewarded with Steve’s fingers sweeping over the length of his spine, pushing over Scott’s shoulder to deposit the bottle of lubricant there on the seat of the chair before Steve walked away one more time. There was a shuffling sound behind Scott, but he hadn’t thought to question it as Steve returned with a pillow that he dropped on the floor just in front of the chair and a box of tissues he’d gathered in his retreat.
“It’s going to feel different than before in taking it out,” Steve explained gripping at the base of the plug again before gently caressing Scott’s inner thighs to bring him to a state of comfort against the way Scott was bent over and waiting for Steve’s attention, “It’s going to spread you wider than before in its exit…probably leave you feeling empty until you get your new toy. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Scott replied gripping the side of the chair and sucking in a small breath as Steve’s fingers were pulling on the edge of the plug again. This time, however, Steve’s right hand was circling around to grip at the base of Scott’s cock, offering up a few firm strokes and leaving Scott rotating his hips in a rush to discover more of the friction between them.
“Easy now,” Steve pulled the plug back further, stretching the inside of Scott’s body before his opening followed in widening to release the toy from within.
Almost immediately Scott felt himself clenching in a last-ditch effort to hold onto it, to keep that fullness inside of him, but instead of the plug filling him up Scott was now empty and longing for something he hadn’t realized he needed before Steve’s introduction to toys. The void didn’t last long, however, as soon after Steve’s slick fingers were teasing over Scott’s rim, pushing their way inside of Scott. They were curving at just the right angle to have Scott bucking back against him, lowering his head to the chair, and pushing his ass out in between incoherent pleas for more.
“Good. Very good,” Steve offered up his approval, opening the silver case and setting it onto the seat beside Scott, “Raise your head up Scott and reach for the next toy in the case for me beside the slot where your current toy was housed before, would you?”
Scott swallowed down hard, opening his eyes behind his glasses, and discovering the various sized plugs before him. To the far right of the case there was an empty spot where the first plug had been housed before his arrival. Beside it was one that was slightly larger, that didn’t appear as though it had any significant change happening with it. Licking his lips Scott’s fingers bypassed Steve’s instruction reaching for the next plug in line. Scott licked his lips and decided he wanted something more. In his impatience to catch up and be ready for Steve, Scott gripped a plug two sizes larger than the one Steve requested knowing there would be a stretch to it, but Scott found it felt like a good compromise leaving him curious to see things along faster in his instruction.
“I said the next one in the case, Scott,” Steve caught the way Scott’s fingers were reaching for the considerably larger plug, attempting to pull it from the case to offer it to Steve in his urgency.
“Please. I can take it,” Scott promised refusing to relinquish his grip on the plug in his fingers as Steve’s hand pressed over his to encourage Scott to return the plug he’d selected back into the case, “I’m sure that I…”
“Am set on misbehaving aren’t you,” Steve’s fingers pulled out from within Scott’s heat, leaving Scott empty in his abrupt departure, “I told you what I wanted Scott…”
“But…” Scott whined pushing his bottom back against Steve in the hopes of coaxing Steve to submit to his request, “I know I can take it. If you just let me…”
“You’re being greedy and very spoiled in your refusing my instruction tonight, Scott,” Steve tsked behind a disapproving sigh as his fingers pushed up between Scott’s thighs. The underside of Steve’s palms sent heat over Scott’s flesh, causing goosebumps to form in Steve’s path before Steve was holding Scott’s testicles again and offering up a light warning squeeze to pull Scott’s focus back onto him, “You say you’re here to listen and learn, but everything I’ve told you tonight has been lost on you. You refused to eat your meal that I worked hard to prepare for you. You ignored my suggestions about what new toy you should play with and now you’re telling me how to run things for us tonight when…”
“Steve…” Scott frowned feeling Steve pull away from Scott with a touch of a frown upon his lips.
“My rules kitten,” Steve explained stepping aside and taking the box of plugs with him away from Scott in his retreat. In his absence Scott could hear Steve shuffling with the drawer, undoubtedly putting the plugs away before Scott found himself standing upright and frustrated, allowing his impatience to work against him in arguing against Steve’s decision to walk away with the case.
“What about my rules?” Scott argued placing his hands on his hips and turning around to discover Steve returning with another box in hand, one that was entirely different than the last as it was housed in what Scott could only guess was another metallic casing although it was a darker shade than the last one Scott had been touching.
“Your rules are always important Scott. You always call the shots on how far we can go, but as for your toys and their usage I won’t allow you to be a spoiled brat about this. A good boy can decide what toys he wants to play with, but one that’s been petulant in ignoring all my suggestions, refusing to see that I’m only looking out for what’s best for him in helping him take care of himself, well, he cannot enjoy that reward. Not yet,” Steve’s words were deliberate with extra emphasis as he gripped the case in his fingers, “It’s up to me to decide how far you can go when it’s playtime. Only when you don't want to do something, can’t take it anymore or you need a break should you voice your concerns and tell me to stop. If you're disinterested in a suggestion of mine, thinking it might be too much then tell me, but beyond that I don’t want you second-guessing my decisions about what toys I see fitting for you. Is that understood?”
“Of course, I know what I agreed to when I told you I wanted to be here tonight,” Scott answered as Steve opened the case in his hands to reveal the new toy that Steve carried over with him to the table.
Unlike the set of plugs that Steve offered Scott before, this case contained one single plug with a remote control beside it in the casing that was considerably larger than the one Scott had selected for his playtime. Granted it was nowhere near as big as the largest plug in the first case nor was it as big as Scott knew that Steve was, but it was something entirely different as Steve pulled it out of its casing.
“I was going to hold off on giving this until after we shared a meal together and you proved yourself to be a good boy tonight, but I think you’re ready to give it a try in being so eager to prove yourself tonight,” Steve sighed leaning in against the table and delivering Scott another long look of disappointment in Scott’s impatience, “I wanted to ease you into all of this, but clearly after your ‘ill-sourced information’ you know more than I do about what we’re doing here.”
“Steve, I was just saying that…” Scott frowned keeping his arms across his chest before looking over at the shiny new plug that Steve had bought for him. It was shaped a bit differently than the last, looking a bit more intimidating as anticipation coiled over Scott’s abdomen even with Steve admonishing Scott for his impatience.
“You want what you want now. You haven’t learned to be patient when you’re not the one calling the shots on the world around you. I understand your need for control Scott, but that’s something that you’re going to have to learn to compromise on when we’re together like this,” Steve explained softening his tone and delivering Scott a long, ravenous perusal before placing the plug back in its case again, “There’s no need to rush things in your training all because you feel as if you have some point to prove where we have to follow the misguided information that’s been passed onto you through your friend’s guidance to…”
“I just want to be with you, Steve. Is that so wrong?” Scott threw his hands up in the air and let out an exasperated sigh, “Is it so bad if I’m honest about wanting to know what it’s like to have you with me in every way imaginable?”
“No, not at all. I appreciate your honesty Scott and for what it’s worth,” Steve reached for the case beside him again with gripping fingers, “I want to be with you as well, but only when I’m convinced that you’re ready to experience all that it is I have to offer in our time together.”
“How can I convince you that I am?” Scott questioned.
“By listening for starters and appreciating the toys I give you when I give them to you,” Steve closed the lid on the case he’d been holding, “When you can do that, you’ll be given the kind of rewards that you’re hoping for.”
“Steve, I already told you that I’m…” Scott balked back behind a scowl as Steve set the case back down on the tabletop and pushed it away from where he was seated on the edge.
“You’ll get to play with your new toy Scott, but only after dinner can you try it out fully,” Steve explained motioning for Scott to turn around and return to his earlier position gripping the chair, “Is that understood?”
“Yes, but…” Scott scoffed petulantly turning around to follow Steve’s new command, unable to mask his disappointment in Steve’s stubborn response to Scott’s request for more stimulation in their time together.
“No buts Scott,” Steve replied once again reaching for the bottle of lubricant and working some of the liquid over his two fingers before walking over to where Scott was bent over. Steve began swiftly pushing them inside of Scott without the delicious curve that Scott had come to expect from Steve’s teasing. Instead, Steve’s movements were more methodical, pushing in deeper and working to open Scott up without that extra reward Steve had given him before.
“Please,” Scott whined and begged pushing his bottom up higher and whimpering when he realized that Steve wasn’t bending to his command, “Steve…”
“I want you to behave Scott,” Steve clarified pulling his fingers out and applying more lubricant before inserting them again, this time curving them at just the right angle to have Scott panting and pleading, begging for what was to follow even if he wasn’t quite certain what that might be, “I realize in your youth you carry an impatience about you—one that I’d convinced myself on the battlefield you no longer harbored with your considerable restraint, but it would seem with desire that you’re still a bit of a brat when it comes to wanting to call the shots, aren’t you?”
“Steve,” Scott spoke his name only to be met by the soft slap of Steve’s fingers over the side of his bottom, taking Scott by surprise before doing it all over again. This time there was a bit more force to the slap causing Scott to buck forward and whimper. He reached out to grip the back of the chair tighter than before to steady himself before feeling the warmth spread over his skin where Steve’s hand had marked Scott in his warning.
“Bad boys get punished kitten,” Steve explained smacking Scott’s bottom again before using his other hand that was once inside of Scott to reach for the lubricant once again, “They leave me with no choice, but to spank them for their bad behavior.”
“Steve I’m sorry, but you can’t expect me to just shut myself down without questioning everything when…” Scott cried out when Steve smacked him again, following up the movement with a soft press of fingers over Scott’s bottom to massage the soft ache he’d delivered Scott.
“Do you want me to take you over my lap and spank you until you can remember who is in charge here tonight, Scott? Tan your bottom for being such a brat?” Steve’s voice was harder, his slaps much more deliberate before Steve was reaching around to grip at Scott’s cock, stroking it to fullness before leaving Scott to beg and plead for something more just beyond his reach, “Would you like me to do that? To teach you a lesson in control and submission here?”
“Yes,” Scott replied surprising himself with his certainty, unable to quell the part of him that was rock hard and eager, wanting to feel Steve’s hands on him in every way imaginable.
In Scott’s admission he felt Steve retreat, bringing a distance between them before the sound of Steve’s belt opening served as a reminder to the fact that Steve was still entirely dressed unlike Scott who was unabashedly naked with his legs spread wide and his reddened ass arched up and seeking more of Steve’s attention.
“As eager as you are tonight, you’ll lose yourself on my jeans in no time should I remain dressed for your punishment,” Steve decided circling around to reach for Scott’s shoulder to pull him up into a standing position. In doing so Steve reached for Scott’s cock, running his fingers along every ridge and contour before drawing his focus to the copious amounts of precum that had resulted in Scott’s initial punishment, “and we don’t want that just yet.”
“Steve?” Scott managed to get out as Steve was running his fingers across the damp head of Scott’s arousal, deliberately making Scott squirm in his tender touch, but through the teasing Scott was immediately distracted by the beautiful lines of Steve’s body before him revealed underneath the natural light of the open layout of the apartment.
In each glimpse Scott took Steve was even more remarkable than he’d remembered from before, strong, and solid with warm, hard lines accompanied by dips and shadows and touches of hair scattered across his body. Steve was tearing his modest blue colored t-shirt up over his head and placing it on the tabletop beside where he’d folded Scott’s earlier. When he was finished Steve reached for Scott’s hand and led Scott over to the couch where Steve promptly took a seat over the center of it. In his retreat Steve, now only in his dark colored briefs, left Scott standing at the edge of the couch, observing Steve behind curious lips and a deep crimson color over his cheeks at anticipating what was to come next between them.
“Come here,” Steve patted his bare thigh, encouraging Scott to climb over him and stretch out across Steve’s lap to extend out over the cushion beneath Steve. Scott’s thighs parted only enough to allow Scott the opportunity to get comfortable over Steve’s body, to get accustomed to the way that Steve’s gripping fingers were working over Scott’s rounded flesh, squeezing, and pushing between it to gently finger Scott’s opening again and create another wave of pleasure within Scott, “I really didn’t want to get away from dinner, but you’ve left me no choice here Scott. You need to learn to listen to your elders.”
With that Steve’s hand was over Scott again, smacking Scott harder than before. In each slap, Scott squirmed and twisted, pushing his face into the couch, and feeling the heat pour out over his bottom in being stretched across Steve’s lap, naked and aroused, in front of the window for the city to see Scott being delivered his punishment. It was beyond humiliating to think that anyone could be watching them, that anyone could see Scott crying out against the pain, sinking his teeth into the cushion, and pushing his aching flesh into Steve’s thighs wanting to find any kind of friction between them to quell the ache burning from within. In his jerking ruts, Scott was whimpering and begging, fighting to keep from coming undone at the overwhelming sensation. Letting out a low whine, Scott shuddered before Steve’s fingers were inside of Scott again contrasting the heat of Scott’s bottom with his warm, probing touch reaching that part of Scott that had Scott pushing up to meet Steve’s talented fingers before rubbing his distended flesh against Steve’s thighs, desperate for the delicious friction between them.
“You’re not making this easy on yourself,” Steve’s voice was laced with disapproval at Scott’s urgency to find pleasure in his punishment, but Steve’s fingers were still inside of Scott. Steve began pumping into him in firm, unrelenting thrusts opening Scott up in ways that he hadn’t been entirely prepared for as Scott’s body was loosening against his lover’s tantalizing touch. Scott was certain that he should be doing something, that he should be saying something to keep his focus, but with the touch of Steve’s fingers of his other hand against Scott’s cheek providing a soft contrast to the way his bottom felt, Scott was turning his head into his lover’s lap silently allowing Steve to remove Scott’s glasses from his eyes to reveal the tears of frustration and anticipation streaming down his cheeks in the unfamiliar wave of sensation that rocked over him, sparking something Scott hadn’t expected in the height of pleasure.
“I’m sorry,” Scott choked on the words behind trembling lips, suddenly uncertain of what was happening inside of him.
Everything felt as if it was almost too much bringing with the pleasure that Scott had been experiencing a different kind of pressure from within accompanied by a need to let go of his control in ways Scott hadn’t been prepared for, taking him further from the lesson meant to be learned in the experience. With Steve’s hands on him the sudden eagerness Scott felt from within pulled a sob from his lips and a jerking of his hips with Scott’s sudden, unexpected release across Steve’s thighs without warning. In the middle of his orgasm, Scott let out an unfocused muffled sound, burying his face in the cushion. Scott’s hips jerked hard against Steve’s thighs, his betraying body causing Scott to shamelessly spill himself into Steve’s lap over and over again when it became clear that any control that he’d felt he harbored within was lost in the heat of his eagerness.
“I’m so sorry,” Scott sobbed harder, unable to control the wave of emotion that carried over him in feeling so good about letting go, yet confused about the way it felt in doing so at such a time when release should’ve been the last thing on his mind. In an instant Scott’s thoughts rolled over him, reminding him of what he came to do with Steve and what he’d allowed to happen in his impatience. Lost in a wave of condemning thoughts and the buzzing of bliss rolling over his body, Scott felt himself crumbling further when he was pulled from his uncertainty with Steve suddenly touching Scott’s cheek, wiping at his salty tears and offering up a tenderness behind the feel of his fingers still inside Scott’s needy opening.
“I’m sorry kitten,” Steve apologized behind soothing, gentle words. His light movements pulled Scott back to surrender, oversensitive, yet longing to feel that spark of magic Steve had pulled from within in his tender touches, “I should’ve made things clearer before pulling you into all of this. You’re so new to it all and…”
“I don’t want you to think I’m a brat. I want to make you proud of me not disappoint you,” Scott sobbed suddenly broken by the idea of displeasing Steve in their time together.
While Scott wasn’t quite certain what had triggered it, there was a place inside of him that ached for Steve’s approval, that wanted more than anything to obtain Steve’s praise as it was the one thing Scott had been missing in his time at the school. Suddenly in Steve’s lap Scott was reminded of all his failures in the past, of the time when he was on his own breaking the rules and doing deplorable things like stealing to stay alive. It was in that memory that the tears poured down Scott’s cheeks, leaving him shaking and whimpering as Steve was no longer under him on the couch. Instead, Steve was stretched out on the cushions beside Scott, pushing his glasses back in place before holding Scott close and kissing his cheeks with soft comforting whispers falling from his lips. Steve’s thick fingers were caressing Scott’s forehead, pushing at his hair to prove Steve was there with Scott, delivering what Scott needed as thoughts of his old life shattered him.
“Did I hurt you?” Steve asked worriedly as his other hand was pushing over Scott’s bottom, rubbing away at the warmth he’d delivered with his palm moments earlier, “Scott?”
“No, it felt good. So good that I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to because I’m spoiled and selfish and…” Scott shook his head and sighed, now filled with embarrassment as he buried his face in Steve’s shoulder and whimpered, “I’m just…sorry I let you down. That I was set on misbehaving and…”
“You didn’t let me down,” Steve clarified as he encouraged Scott to look up at him again. Scott did as instructed meeting Steve’s eyes behind his glasses. Steve’s fingers touched over Scott’s rigid spine wanting to bring Scott to a state of relaxation after his release as feeling good was what mattered most, “I just wanted to take care of you by doing something special to show you how important you are and…”
“I’m so sorry I spoiled dinner and didn’t listen to an order when you told me to eat,” Scott lowered his eyes and swallowed against the disappointment he carried in himself for being too impatient to allow things to follow Steve’s plan for the evening, “I know better than to do that when it counts on the battlefield and tonight was no different. You were just trying to take care of me. I was wrong disappointing you in ways that…”
“Scott, kitten, listen to me,” Steve cupped Scott’s face in his hands to encourage Scott to comprehend what Steve was saying to him, “You don’t disappoint me. That’s not what’s happening here. Not by a long shot. That’s not why I was punishing you before. I’m worried about you Scott. I can see that the last couple of weeks have taken their toll on you. I wanted you to eat and listen to me, but at the same time…”
“I’m stubborn and foolish and…” Scott’s guilt clung to every syllable falling from his lips as he wondered if Steve would want to discard him for proving less than ready to be what Steve needed in his life.
“You’re beautiful, kitten. So very beautiful and this thing between us tonight,” Steve held him tighter than before in a refusal to let Scott get inside of his head and distanced from what they still had between them. He kissed Scott’s forehead before stroking his cheek and touching over his chin to bring Scott’s lips to Steve’s in a tender kiss meant to deliver the truth behind his words, “This isn’t how I wanted things to go for us. I wanted you to feel good, to know you’re taken care of and cared for…do you understand that?”
Scott nodded behind a whimper.
“Scott?”
“I’m just…” Scott trailed off as Steve’s soothing fingers pushed over his body providing a soft comfort in contrast to the pain he’d experienced moments earlier during his release, “I’m not used to something like this in my life. For so long I was on my own before the Professor found me and I learned what I needed to do to survive. I learned to take control, working to shut myself down and distance myself from the world, hoping to protect myself from pain or anything else that came my way. I’ve been doing it for so long that I’m afraid I don’t know how to let someone in who couldn’t already read my thoughts. The truth is I’ve never had someone who wanted to do what was best for me like you have without an ulterior motive and…”
“I only want to make you feel good Scott,” Steve clarified with another tease of a kiss over his lips before pulling Scott in closer against him.
“I do feel good with you,” Scott sniffled as Steve kissed away his tears and provided a soothing warmth upon Scott’s damp skin in their place. It set Scott at ease in ways he wasn’t prepared for as Steve took to holding him, drawing Scott in closer and encouraging Scott’s leg to slide over Steve’s hip to keep them linked together on the small cushions.
“Not like this. Not like before when I was being too hard on you in ignoring that this is all new to you. It’s been so long that I’ve had a partner who isn’t well-versed on all of this and playing games like that where…,” Steve kissed his temple before cupping Scott’s face in his hands to bring their lips together in a kiss, “You told me what you wanted, but I didn’t let you decide what you needed tonight. I was in the wrong here for trying to navigate your desires without allowing you to take part in them your way.”
“I just wanted to be able to be ready to take you faster,” Scott answered quietly as a heat touched over his cheeks and provided proof of his naïve thoughts for the night ahead of them, “To know what it’s like to have you inside of me—making me yours…”
“You’re already mine kitten,” Steve assured him with a soft, sweep of a kiss over his left cheekbone, “Every part of you belongs to me so long as you allow it.”
“I want you Steve,” Scott reached out to grip at Steve’s shoulder, to feel the heat of Steve beside him after his outburst knowing that it was probably the last thing that Steve had anticipated for them after Scott’s earlier loss of control, “I want to know what it’s like to have you inside me, making love to me the ways that you wanted to that night we did the art together.”
“You will Scott. I promise you that when we do this for the first time,” Steve’s words hung heavy in the air between them, “we’re going to make love in all the ways you’ve been dreaming about. In the way you want it because your first time should be all about you and what you need. Everything else we’re planning can come later, but for your first time…I want to offer you nothing short of magic Scott. Do you understand that?”
Scott nodded, biting down on his lip. Steve’s soothing touch was working his way over Scott’s once tense lines, delivering something far more comforting than Scott was certain he should be allowed. For all that Scott feared in disappointing Steve, there was something in the tenderness of Steve’s approach, in the way Steve took to kissing him long and slowly, drawing out the taste of their kisses in between tender sweeps of roaming hands. So caught up in the warmth of it all, Scott hadn’t realized he’d climbed over Steve, stretching out over Steve’s body. Their heavy petting and making out brought them back to a place of comfort in one another’s arms until eventually they’d breathlessly parted with Scott’s forehead against Steve’s keeping them linked together in their tangled embrace.
“What do you say about us making this a movie and cuddle night?” Steve suggested running his fingers up and across Scott’s spine to keep him close, “I can warm up dinner for you, then we can relax for a while, taking in dessert before bed and…”
“I’d like that,” Scott wholeheartedly agreed to Steve’s suggestion leaning down to kiss Steve again before Steve’s hands were pushing up across Scott’s hips to tease over his warmth.
“We can get you cleaned up together, take a shower and then I’ll even let you pick the movie tonight,” Steve arched up to nip at Scott’s bottom lip before squeezing his arms around Scott tighter than before, “What do you say?”
“You’re only letting me pick the movie because you don’t know what’s good in this decade,” Scott teased snuggling into Steve’s shoulder and holding on tight in their tender exchange.
“Guilty as charged,” Steve laughed lightly before kissing the top of Scott’s head, “Tony’s the one with all the movie knowledge at the tower. I just roll with the punches and…”
“I’ve got better taste in movies than Tony,” Scott wrinkled his nose before raising his head up to look down at his lover, “I might not have seen as much as Tony has, but with Bobby as my movie co-pilot I’ll have you know that I’ve got plenty of ideas on what’s good and…”
“As long as it’s not porn we’ll be good,” Steve teased behind a wink before dragging Scott in closer for another kiss.
“It’s definitely not porn,” Scott laughed in response parting his lips further to invite Steve inside with a twist of his body on the cushions. In his movement Scott pulled Steve over him, allowing for Steve’s weight to carry over him, bringing them together in another series of long, drawn-out kisses and tender explorations.
For tonight Scott knew full well it was everything that he wanted and needed with Steve Rogers in his life. Sure, it might not have been the wild sex-a-thon he’d come over preparing for, but with Steve’s soothing caresses and welcome touches, Scott was convinced that even if they were set on slowing things down a touch for the time being they were off to an incredible start together.
Chapter 4: Awakenings
Summary:
Scott wakes up in Steve's arms and the two share a morning full of surprises with one another after the tense night put behind them.
Chapter Text
Warmth tickled over the back of Scott’s neck in his awakening as Steve’s damp kisses centered in over Scott’s previously exhausted flesh now set to ease after a good night’s rest. Caught up in the moist heat Steve provided, Scott softly moaned reaching out to squeeze at the plush cushy pillow beneath him. He pushed his bottom back against his lover when Steve’s lips dipped into the space between Scott’s shoulder blades tantalizing him to a full awakening.
“Mmm…” Scott practically purred curling back into the man he’d spent the night with after their hot and wild adventure spun into a warm and relaxed snuggle in Steve’s bedroom where they’d barely paid attention to the movie that they’d selected to stream for their night together. Instead, in their time spent together after their dinner disaster had transitioned into a warm, wonderful night of eager cuddling in each other’s arms where they’d been caught up in a series of languorous kisses, making out like crazy together in ways that left Scott breathless and wanting, eager to see what his new lover had to offer him during their sleepover. After a while they’d taken to teasing the hell out of each other until finally somewhere after midnight Scott had settled into Steve’s arms and drifted off to sleep dreaming about the day ahead of him, “morning.”
“Morning yourself kitten,” Steve’s whisper tickled over the back of Scott’s neck. His strong, solid arm was positioned over the center of Scott’s abdomen with fingers rubbing gently at Scott’s exposed flesh spreading their warmth as Scott curled back into his new lover, “How are you feeling?”
“Better now that I realized that I’m still here with you,” Scott, still in his glasses, twisted around behind a yawn to face Steve fully hoping to catch a glimpse of the man who’d pulled him into a whole new world of desire.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Steve curled his finger underneath Scott’s chin before angling in to nip at Scott’s bottom lip in a playful gesture.
“I’m happy to be saying it,” Scott’s cheeks grew hot as Steve pulled away from him, “For a minute there I was almost afraid last night was all a dream. I was half expecting to wake up at the school with Bobby at my side freezing my sheets to get me on my toes for being lazy after fantasizing about you Cap.”
“Hmm…I like that you’re dreaming about me kitten,” Steve’s lips sough Scott’s out in a lazy kiss as soon as they were positioned face to face again. He nibbled on Scott’s bottom lip before drawing out the taste of their morning awakening together, “I was dreaming about you too.”
“About what?” Scott perked up at Steve’s admission. Drawing back from the kiss, Scott gazed up at Steve’s blue eyes before warmth filled his cheeks at the idea of Steve dreaming about him.
“Only good things,” Steve promised caressing Scott’s cheek and encouraging Scott to slide in closer to experience another taste of Steve’s kiss.
“Yeah?” Scott lazily questioned, knowing he had to look like an idiot with a grin on his face and his lips parting to invite Steve inside to command his kiss once again. In an instant Steve’s fingers were buried within Scott’s dark hair, dragging Scott across the blankets and into his powerful chest with the damp slide of his tongue pressing into Scott and catching Scott’s movement as well.
“Mmm…very good things,” Steve promised behind a soft rumble of a breath.
“I could get very used to this. It’s calm and quiet here,” Scott divulged in between kisses, losing himself to the curl of his leg over Steve’s abdomen squeezing into his warmth before a small laugh passed between them, “This is so much better than waking up to bickering screaming children, frozen sheets and a day of training in the Danger Room.”
“I can find plenty of ways to keep you screaming and on your toes with a different kind of training if you’d like,” Steve’s words hinted at something darker before he seemed to consider Scott’s earlier words, “Wait, are you saying that Bobby would do that to you? Freezing your sheets to wake you up in the morning?”
“Bobby thinks he’s funny when he pulls pranks like that to get a rise out of me. He started it when we were kids and he just hadn’t outgrown the need to joke around,” Scott sighed remembering all the pranks his friends had played on him in the past to get the ‘stick out of his butt’ as Scott had often been told by the guys in the past.
At the time of their teasing barbs Scott had been irritated by all the references to said stick, but now remembering the things Scott had enjoyed the previous evening in his bottom warmth tickled over Scott’s cheeks at the irony of the insult that once haunted him about his tight ass and the idea of experiencing something else inside of him. Between the memory of his toy and Steve’s tongue and fingers to tantalize him all over again Scott had found an appreciation over the idea of having been filled in ways that hadn’t been a part of his life before that made all his tension and troubles of his youth seem secondary to the idea of exploring pleasures with Steve.
“It sounds like Bobby’s still got a lot of growing up to do in between the pranks and the impulsive trips to the wrong corners of the adult toy store,” Steve noted moving in to kiss Scott’s neck and pull out a soft moan from behind Scott’s now parted lips, “He should take a page from you and learn to listen to his elders about what is good for him instead of veering down the wrong road.”
“Bobby means well. I think the pranks are his way of trying to fit in by using humor to deflect a tense situation when the time calls for seriousness,” Scott moaned arching his head back just a touch to allow Steve easier access to his neck. Instinctively Scott’s fingers curled up and dug into Steve’s shoulder before he continued to ramble on as he was a bundle of nerves and anticipation with Steve sucking down on the side of his neck, “I’ve tried to cut him a break because I know things are hard on him. He’s dealing with his own things right now that leave him looking for other outlets.”
“Aren’t we all?” Steve questioned bringing his head up to look over at Scott again, “It’s rough being a team leader sometimes, isn’t it? Especially when you never really asked for it.”
“Yeah, it can be. I mean I comprehend the responsibility I’ve accepted when Charles asked me to lead them more than I think they did in what we’ve been doing from the beginning. The level of planning and concentration involved in keeping it all together, strategizing so that no detail gets overlooked when we’re out on the battlefield or facing down an enemy…” Scott’s words veered off in a different direction remembering what he’d left back at the school in his quest to uncharacteristically give into impulse and chase down a new adventure with Steve.
“It can be exhausting being on the clock all the time when everyone else isn’t,” Steve interrupted before reaching out to curl his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to guide Scott’s focus back to him, “It’s important to be prepared, but also to know your limits and when to switch off Scott.”
“You make it sound like that’s an easy thing to do,” Scott replied behind a nervous laugh and a press of his fingers into Steve’s shoulder.
“We both know it’s not,” Steve stroked the side of Scott’s face tracing over the line of his cheekbone, “but at the same time that’s why you need something else on the outside.”
“Like you and your art?” Scott questioned leaning into the touch.
“Among other things,” Steve’s gaze was directed at Scott’s lips revealing a touch of the hunger that had been present there the previous evening before it took a more emotional turn between them, “You need to find a balance that being the one in charge all the time doesn’t often allow. Take the Avengers for example. We’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop, working to be prepared when the time arrives for us to be called into action, but at the same time, we also have been working on recognizing our limitations within ourselves and each other.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asked quietly.
“Finding ways to branch out together as a team without always being in that fight or flight mode overworked and tense over what might happen. We all come from different places, but we’ve had to find ways to utilize our differences and apply them beyond our official team dynamics to the quiet down time as well,” Steve offered up in explanation as his fingers tapered off into Scott’s dark hair, “which is why Tony tries to pull it all together for us with having mandated nights for relaxation with the team. You know where we all get together and unwind before we get lost in all the weight of responsibility and duty.”
“Like talking strategy together?”
“Like watching movies and relaxing, eating buttery popcorn and listening to Clint’s colorful jokes that aren’t safe for work,” Steve laughed recounting the nights with his team and how far they’d come through the years together, “Listening to each other not only about our concerns when we’re on a mission, but with the day-to-day things happening in our lives. Sharing stories that might seem trivial, but it brings us closer together in the long run. Helps us find balance within ourselves and each other.”
“I mean I get what you’re saying, but at the same time with our team we’ve been together since we were kids. We’re already a family although lately I guess I’ve been standing out the outside more often than not feeling more annoyed by a lot of the team’s antics,” Scott divulged pondering Steve’s words before opening up about his own insecurities after he’d been deliberately left out of the trip Warren had orchestrated when everyone else of their original team had been invited to take part in their bonding time together, “Probably more than I should be because I still feel like an outsider I guess.”
“Why is that?” Steve asked tracing Scott’s sharp jawline with his index finger and encouraging Scott to look up at him from behind his glasses.
“Because they think I’m too uptight when I’m trying to remind them of what we’re doing and the seriousness behind pulling it all together and making it count on a mission,” Scott sighed feeling the weight of the world outside of Steve’s apartment working its way into their conversation as he leaned into Steve’s touch, “but then again, I’ve kind of always been the odd man out with the others. Not that we don’t get along or that we wouldn’t do anything for each other when it counts because we would. From the start Xavier knew we would work well together when it matters, but as of late I’m no stranger to being told that I’m no fun.”
“Is that right?” Steve’s expression shifted when Scott felt the weight of Steve’s eyes upon him again. Steve’s fingers were touching over his cheek before Scott silently nodded.
“Being the one with all the responsibility never made me the cool guy, but I guess I just learned to roll with the punches in being the one who has to bypass a good time for doing what’s right,” Scott sighed allowing his thoughts to return to the team and what he’d left behind in his impromptu escape for the night with Steve.
“No one said you had to bypass a good time. If anything, maybe it’s more about the company you keep when you’re not on the job so to speak,” Steve suggested behind the beginnings of a sultry smile, “Perhaps if you started stepping outside of the walls of the school and…”
“Into your bed more often, then there would be more fun to be had?” Scott teased in response unable to refrain from delivering Steve a flirty smile, “I imagine it would be far more enjoyable than being the butt of all the jokes with the guys as of late. I really don’t like that.”
Lost in his thoughts Scott’s fingers were drawn immediately to Steve’s chest, tracing lazy circles over Steve’s naked lines after they’d come together in Steve’s bed, both in their briefs after a shared shower and ready to share in the warmth of each other in a far less erotic way than Scott had imagined. Not that Scott hadn’t still been hoping for sex after all their long, intoxicating kisses, but Steve had been quick to slow things down in guiding Scott’s fingers to his lips after Scott hand roamed a little too deep into Steve’s briefs hoping to pull out the man who Scott was now convinced had more patience than anyone Scott had ever met.
“I imagine you don’t,” Steve searched Scott’s features, sweeping the underside of his palm through Scott’s dark hair before encouraging Scott to snuggle in closer to his broad, muscular chest.
“No, I really don’t, but I suppose that’s just what the guys do. Give me shit for being the one who follows the rules. Always have since our team got together so it’s probably never going to change,” Scott sighed sinking in over Steve’s chest and losing himself to the way it felt to have Steve stroking his spine and offering up a tender massage in the early morning shared between them.
In his movements Scott’s eyes fell to a close behind his glasses, his lips parting to exhale a contented breath as everything about Steve’s attention felt like his own personal slice of heaven with Captain America beside him, comforting Scott in his awakening. Smiling at the thought Scott angled his head upward just enough to press a kiss over the center of Steve’s chest to silently thank Steve for his attention in their time together. Feeling bold Scott’s allowed his lips to linger over Steve’s breastbone, spreading damp heat over his warm skin before Scott’s mouth surrounded Steve’s nipple to take the sensitive flesh between his lips. When Steve’s fingers pushed up into Scott’s hair in encouragement, Scott felt brave enough to sink his teeth into Steve’s sensitive flesh causing an unexpected moan to spill from Captain America’s oh so talented lips.
Encouraged by the sound Scott flicked his tongue over Steve’s taut peak, catching the way that Steve was shifting beneath him, stretched out across the mattress with Scott’s thigh curled over Steve’s lap in his movement. Savoring the reflexive way Steve’s fingers twisted into the back of his hair, Scott continued to work his rough tongue over Steve’s skin wanting to entice Steve the way Steve had done with him the night before. Drawing emphasis to his movements, Scott let out a warm, buzzing moan against Steve’s beautiful body wanting to fill Steve with the same urgency Scott carried every time they were alone together, but before Scott’s now roaming fingers could work their way down to touch over Steve’s abdomen inching closer to the elastic waistband of his briefs, Steve’s grip on Scott’s hair tightened wrenching Scott’s head up so that they were looking at one another again.
“Mmm…someone’s feeling a bit frisky this morning, aren’t they kitten?” Steve’s voice came out in a deep, husky purr revealing behind his heavy-lidded expression that Steve hadn’t exactly been put off by Scott taking the initiative to open the door to morning playtime between them.
“You promised me last night that I could keep kissing you anywhere I wanted again once I was awake. Right now, I think I’d prefer we get back to that instead of dwelling on what’s waiting for me back at the school again,” Scott curled his lip in a pout, playing up the tease of bratty flirting he’d discovered had earned him a spanking the night before.
At the time he’d first experienced it, Scott had felt wild and out of control, unable to predict his body’s emotional response to Steve’s hand on him after he’d shamelessly lost himself to temptation. It was the first of many awakenings for Scott, but one that had left him longing for a different kind of exploration in the aftermath where Steve had showered with him and lovingly doted on Scott, whispering words of praise, and telling Scott how beautiful he was. The soft, tender touches were a deep contrast to the harsh jolt of unfamiliar orgasmic pain that Scott had endured at his lover’s hand. In the shower, Scott felt pampered and needed, cherished in Steve’s skilled, loving caress—wanting to understand more about the delicious sensations that it stirred up inside of him after he’d spent the night in Steve’s arms.
“I know what I said kitten, but we both know we have to get breakfast in and then get you back to the school before Charles comes seeking you out only to discover you here in my bed in ruin,” Steve winked back at Scott before releasing Scott’s hair in favor of sliding his talented fingers down across Scott’s spine to trace the contours of his body.
“You’ve hardly broken me Cap,” Scott replied with a haughty laugh, inching his fingers down lower to the top of Steve’s briefs before finding a new boldness in him.
Without hesitation, Scott pinched at the elastic and pulled it away from Steve’s warm skin knowing that at any moment Steve could choose to reprimand Scott for his impatience, but when Steve hadn’t Scott found the courage to slide his exploratory fingers into the fabric and seek out Steve’s morning arousal beyond ready for Scott’s curious touch.
“You sure about that?” Steve questioned behind a heavy-lidded breath as Scott’s gripping fingers surrounded him, taking in the full weight of the man who’d been anything but actively pursuing his own release in their time together.
With all Steve’s concerns about Scott’s needs, Scott knew full well he’d owed Steve a little something beyond the breakdown that he’d delivered the night before after Steve had taken great lengths to try to provide Scott with what he’d been seeking out in their correspondence with one another. Now, however, encouraged by the way Steve’s lips parted and his roaming fingers were dipping down to Scott’s lower spine, pushing their tips just above the curve of Scott’s own fabric covered bottom in a lazy exploration, Scott rotated his hips, grinding over Steve and curling his leg around Steve’s hip to keep him close.
“I might be a stubborn student, but I’m a quick learner,” Scott angled in over Steve to bring his lips crashing down over Steve’s wanting to entice Steve. Boldly Scott’s palm met its mark and sheathed Steve’s thick, hardened flesh wanting to know more about the man who’d made his way into Scott’s world after that fateful night in the art class.
“Mmm…so I can see kitten,” Steve murmured biting down on Scott’s lip before licking at the pinched plump flesh parted and encouraging Steve’s tongue inside his heat, “Like what you’re holding in those tantalizing fingers of yours?”
“Yeah, you’re so…” Scott sucked on the tip of Steve’s tongue, taking the initiative to try something he’d caught on a dirty video on the internet during his research into being with a man. When Steve seemed to respond to it with a low, tease of a moan spilling warmth into Scott’s lips, Scott did it again, this time rewarded with Steve’s fingers peeling at Scott’s briefs over his bottom.
“So what?” Steve inquired, twisting the material of Scott’s bunched briefs in his fingers before pulling it up higher and causing Scott to squirm with the faint memory of the lingering marks that still reddened his bottom after his spanking. It was enough to cause Scott to pull back from their erotic kiss with a tiny yelp, sore and hating that he hadn’t thought to consider that part of what he’d enjoyed the night before, “Still hurting, aren’t you?”
“No,” Scott lied still holding Steve’s cock in his hand and wanting to focus on pleasure instead of the memory of the pain that still lingered inside of him, marking Scott as Steve’s in the sting that lingered over his vulnerable flesh.
As if to call Scott’s bluff Steve’s fingers slipped into Scott’s briefs and pushed over his warm, aching flesh. In the movement Scott held his breath, fighting to keep steady as Steve was massaging his fingers over the slightly swollen places where Scott was still tender and marked after Steve’s touches. When it was clear that Scott was struggling to keep his focus, Steve met his eyes again through his glasses and pinched at Scott’s flesh causing Scott to jerk up and twist beneath the sheet that covered them.
“Right,” Steve frowned pulling his hand out of Scott’s briefs before reaching down to guide Scott’s fingers off his own excited skin, “Why didn’t you tell me you were still sore Scott?”
“I just woke up,” Scott’s cheeks grew flushed as he was once again stretched out beside Steve on the mattress struggling to play it cool and loose even though he’d been caught in a fib over the state of distress his body was holding onto the morning after their surprising night together, “I wasn’t exactly thinking about last night when the promise of this morning was too delicious to ignore.”
“Let me see,” Steve sat upright allowing for the thin white sheet to drop down over his perfect contours bringing with the motion another delectable view of the man that Scott still couldn’t believe wanted to spend his time with him, “Turn over Scott.”
“Right now?” Scott questioned catching the authoritative tone that Steve delivered with his request. When Steve raised his finger up in the air indicating for Scott to get a move on it, Scott huffed before rolling onto his stomach and waiting for Steve’s instruction, “There, are you happy?”
“Not yet,” Steve reached for the sheet over Scott throwing it down to the bottom of the bed and exposing Scott’s nearly naked lines to the warmth of the sunlight pushing through Steve’s floor to ceiling windows of his loft apartment. In the spill of golden light over him, Scott stretched out further against the cushy mattress hugging the plush pillow beneath his head and bunching it up to get more comfortable with Steve leaning over him.
Silently Steve reached for Scott’s hips, hesitating only long enough to pull his own pillow out from beneath where his head had once been to slide it closer to Scott’s bottom.
“Lift your hips up,” Steve instructed working to slide the pillow in beneath Scott’s body before settling in behind him. With Steve up on his knees he leaned forward pressing a kiss over the center of Scott’s spine before hooking his thumbs underneath the stretchy fabric of Scott’s briefs to carefully peel it away from the curve of his bottom. Not one to argue against Steve’s decision to get him naked, Scott pushed his bottom up higher making a small sound as the cool touch of morning spilled over his newly exposed flesh contrasting the lingering warmth that carried sensation over him. Focused on Scott before him Steve sank back onto the mattress, sliding Scott’s briefs down over his thighs before reaching for Scott’s left foot and dragging it up higher to peel away the material. He followed up in doing the same with Scott’s right foot before discarding Scott’s briefs on the floor, “Let me take a look at you kitten.”
“Steve, I told you I’m…” Scott’s words fell to a tiny yelp when Steve’s fingers were upon his tender bottom tracing the edge of the tiny red welt that remained on his rounded flesh, bringing Scott to the awareness that being spanked by Captain America was something that his body wouldn’t be sure to forget anytime soon. However, in hearing Steve’s exasperated breath, Scott feared that Steve was having second thoughts about what they’d shared together, “Hey…I’m fine. I’m just…”
“If it was too hard you last night should’ve told me,” Steve explained tracing the swollen flesh before pushing his hand out beneath Scott’s ass over his thighs to offer up a small squeeze of massaging fingers into Scott’s warm, quivering flesh, “My point wasn’t to hurt you, but rather…”
“Leave your mark on me in ways that’ll have me thinking about you all week,” Scott teased behind a smile, squeezing his pillow once again as Steve continued to pamper him with soft, soothing caresses, “Trust me I’m not complaining Steve. I just am a little tender, but I’m sure it’ll pass when…”
“When I mark you up, I want it to be something that we both agree to beforehand,” Steve stretched out across the bed again, reaching for the top drawer of his nightstand and shuffling through it. A few seconds later Steve was pulling something out of it in a small, iridescent jade colored jar that Scott hadn’t recognized. However, Steve seemed to decide it was important enough as he set it down on the mattress beside where Scott’s hips were angled up to give Steve full access to his sore bottom, “You need to tell me if it ever feels like too much because if it hurts…”
“It didn’t hurt Steve,” Scott sighed observing Steve dip his fingers into the now opened jar and bring with the movement a thick touch of what appeared to be a clear, sticky salve from within, “What’s that?”
“A little miracle cure that Loki had brought in,” Steve explained as the balm on his fingers was soon pushing over Scott’s reddened skin providing a cooling contrast to the warmth that still carried over his tender flesh, “It’s something that Thor mentioned a long time ago, but Loki was the one to gift the rest of the team with it for the holiday season and…”
“Is it safe?” Scott asked as the warmth that once carried over his bottom suddenly felt as though it was replaced by a different kind of comfort in Steve’s cooling massage.
“Tony and Bruce made sure of it in the lab before we’d even considered accepting the gift,” Steve promised leaning forward to press a kiss over Scott’s shoulder, “Not that we didn’t trust Loki’s good intentions, but with it being a gift from the gods we know humans are prone to different reactions for certain things and…”
“I didn’t imagine that the Avengers were sharing kinky holiday gifts with one another, but I suppose after seeing Avengers themed sex toys in the shop, it would lead one to believe your team is up for anything when…” Scott couldn’t help but tease as his grip on the pillow beneath his head tightened in anticipation of Steve’s fingers circling closer to his opening.
“It’s a healing balm Scott,” Steve shook his head and let out a small breath of laughter before working to massage his flesh in a deeper press to work the balm over him, “and as for the toys those were Tony’s idea. I was highly against the idea from its inception, but Tony wasn’t willing to compromise being immortalized by having the world dreaming of riding his cock in one, way, shape or form even if they weren’t lucky enough to have him.”
“Why am I not surprised?” Scott groaned twisting on the mattress and raising himself up higher to allow Steve a deeper access to his now cooled flesh, “What’s the deal with him anyway? Why does Tony always have to act like such an asshole all the time?”
“Believe it or not Tony’s not that bad,” Steve laughed lightly as his fingers roamed up and over Scott’s curves delivering a tantalizing press into Scott’s surprisingly relaxed bottom, “He’s a lot of fun to spend time with if I’m honest.”
“Yeah right,” Scott groaned before shaking his head, “You’d have a better time convincing me that Magneto’s never been a villain.”
“I mean it Scott. Despite his obvious ‘quirks’ Tony’s a great friend and a good guy who does his best to be a friend to everyone on the team. He’s got a lot of heart and passion for the things he loves,” Steve offered up behind a slight pause in considering the direction of their conversation, “with a lot of marketing ideas that…”
“Have half the world losing themselves to the fantasy of Captain America in their ass with that beast of the toy that was back in the sex shop mounted at the top of the display case, which by the way is larger than the one I picked up when…” Scott poked at Steve again only to feel Steve’s palms pushing over his bottom, gripping at both sides before a single finger slipped in to spread some of the balm over the outer rim of Scott’s opening. That caused Scott to push up higher at a loss for words when Steve leaned over to kiss the back of Scott’s shoulder.
“There’s only one ass Captain America wants to lose himself in kitten,” Steve promised with a naughtier whisper against the back of Scott’s ear. His tongue swept across Scott’s pulse point before his finger sank deeper into Scott’s opening, bringing with the invasion a cooling sensation from within that caused Scott’s legs to part further and his knees to sink into the mattress to invite Steve to continue his explorations.
“Tell me more Stevie,” Scott whimpered behind a playful tease biting down on the pillow and pushing his knees up higher around the sides of the pillow beneath Scott’s hips to encourage Steve to keep playing with him with his probing finger. Encouraged by the curving motion Steve’s finger was making inside of him, Scott rocked his bottom against Steve’s finger, squeezing down upon it and silently pleading for Steve to push deeper inside of him.
“Don’t call me that,” Steve cut back in an uneasy voice immediately stopping what he was doing. His finger was still curved inside of Scott pressing ever so slightly against that incredible place that made Scott moan the night before, but there was something in the sound of Steve’s voice that caused Scott to look over his shoulder and catch the lines of tension that clouded Steve’s handsome features.
“Why not?” Scott asked in a quiet voice as Steve finally eased his finger out of Scott’s bottom and positioned his palm flat out over the curve of Scott’s ass instead, “Steve?”
“I just don’t…it doesn’t feel right. Not for us,” Steve fought for clarity before the lines of Steve’s face eased up and he seemed to find his focus again. With the change Steve reached for the jar beside Scott and brought it up to rest it over the dip in Scott’s spine before collecting more to work over Scott’s opening again to deliver more of the cooling sensation within his tight heat, “I’d rather we find something better for us.”
“Like what?” Scott inquired behind a tentative breath. He bit down on his bottom lip acutely aware of Steve sliding another salve covered finger into Scott accompanied by the first, working to loosen him up before curving at just the right angle to have Scott sounding out into the center of the pillow beneath his head, “Steve…”
“I don’t know, Cap maybe. If it feels right, but either way we’ll work it out,” Steve suggested repeating the movement and causing Scott to beg incoherently at how good it felt with the cool sensation working its way inside of him and awakening the cluster of nerves around the sensitive area in Steve’s touch.
“Cap? Hmm…straight to the point. Fits. I think I like it. Mmm…Cap, that feels so delicious. Please keep doing what you’re doing. It feels so good,” Scott fell to a moan, pushing up higher to meet Steve’s movements as Steve was twisting around behind him, pushing up on his knees and reaching around with his free hand to hold Scott’s abdomen, silently pulling Scott up onto his hands and knees to accept Steve’s touch and actively ride Steve’s fingers in their awakening.
“Told you we’d sort it out kitten,” Steve leaned forward offering up tiny nips and kisses over Scott’s spine, marking Scott with the soft suction of his lips and teeth and delivering Scott another taste of heaven in Steve’s fingers movements, “As time goes on, we’ll find something that works for us together.”
“Mmm…this works nice Cap,” Scott was rocking back on the mattress, clenching down on Steve’s fingers, and feeling the first buzz of temptation over him in their exchange.
“Indeed, it does,” Steve wholeheartedly agreed sliding closer and rewarding Scott with another curl of his invading fingers before pulling out of Scott’s opening and leaving Scott searching for more with the soft whine that spilled over his lips.
“Steve please,” Scott pushed up higher on the bed, rocking back towards Steve only to feel Steve’s hands gripping at his hips, working to steady Scott in Steve’s forward motion. A moment later Scott was looking over his shoulder catching the way that Steve was pulling him back and encouraging Scott to rub up against his brief covered body, to feel the hard heat of his cock beneath Steve’s briefs reaching through the fabric to rub up against Scott’s bottom in offering the first taste of friction between them in their shared morning together.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself as much as I have when you’re here like this,” Steve thoughtlessly blurted out with the slow grind of his hips over Scott’s bottom, pulling Scott back harder as he rubbed across Scott’s cooling skin, “To refrain from burying myself inside of you because I know how important this first time is meant to be for you...”
“I never dreamed of experiencing a fairy tale the first time someone fucked me Steve,” Scott confessed bringing one arm up off the mattress and reaching back to pull at Steve’s hip, to encourage Steve to slide in closer in rubbing his fabric covered cock over Scott’s bottom to keep the friction going between them, “I’ve just spent a hell of a long time fantasizing about you, wondering what it would be like to have you inside me—fucking me any way you want, claiming me as yours and making me scream. Forcing me to forget everything else and lose myself in you.”
“I’m not like that plug Scott,” Steve groaned closing his eyes and rocking forward to rub against Scott again and again knowing that his own restraint was slipping with the squeeze of Scott’s thighs hugging into his and encouraging Steve to push harder against him on the mattress, “I’m not something that can be controlled that readily and…”
“Who said I wanted to have what you’re offering controlled?” Scott tossed back at him behind a sultry, breathless smile before pushing back harder and pulling a moan from Steve’s now parted lips as Steve’s brief covered cock pushed up against Scott’s crease barely grazing Scott’s needy opening before Scott found himself rocking back towards Steve with a growing impatience inside of him.
“Scott…if we cross that line…” Steve’s words were strained, his hands roaming over the lines of Scott’s slender body, taking it all in before him like a man starving for something that he’d deliberately kept out of his reach in his instruction, “If I give you what you want…”
“Then I can die a happy man knowing that I got what I needed,” Scott teased but there was no humor in the sound of the desperation coming out from within as he kept rocking back against Steve, shamelessly rolling his hips and moaning like what he’d seen on the internet when this all began. Only unlike the empty feeling that accompanied the porn Scott had viewed via Bobby’s suggestion, he was feeling every sound that spilled from his lips aching to be claimed and filled, owned and completed by Steve’s body breeching his after fearing last night it was an impossible dream.
“You dying is the furthest from my mind. Let’s make sure that doesn’t happen anytime soon,” Steve announced reaching around to flip Scott onto his back the mattress. In doing so Scott let out a gasp, staring up at the man who’d haunted his dreams the night before bringing Scott to a new awakening in understanding just how much he’d needed Steve in his life.
“At least it would be worth it if you promise you’ll take me to heaven before this is over,” Scott threw back at Steve knowing it sounded cheesy, but not carrying. Breathless and excited Scott stretched his arms out to drag Steve down over him, kissing him with all the eagerness he’d promised himself he would try to contain after the night before had left them wanting in their time together.
Although Scott had been turned on by what happened, there was something about the weight of Steve over him crushing into his slender lines that had Scott’s legs stretching out around Steve’s hips to squeeze him in closer, hoping that his own strength and determination would be enough to have Steve considering Scott’s suggestive offer for a little morning surprise. Encouraged by the way Steve’s lips came crashing into his, Scott held on tighter, rocking up off the pillow and against Steve’s strong, solid hips hoping like hell that the temptation was too hard for the stoic Avenger to resist him.
“The things you do to me Scott,” Steve finally caved in between kisses reaching for Scott’s hands and pushing them up high into the pillows, stretching Scott out across the mattress before nipping at Scott’s kiss-swollen bottom lip. It was followed up with a quick kiss and the slide of Steve’s tongue into Scott’s waiting mouth, plummeting into his warmth, and awakening a part of Scott that he hadn’t known existed in him before Steve Rogers had found his way into Scott’s life.
“Show me Steve,” Scott pleaded sinking his fingers of one hand in Steve’s blonde hair before his other arm curled around Steve’s broad shoulders to push down over Steve’s spine and scratch at Steve’s heated skin, “please…”
“You’re not at all what I anticipated when you told me you’d never been with a man before,” Steve confessed unable to hold back on the moan that rocked over him in pushing forward to rock his body into Scott’s rubbing up against Scott’s bare bottom and delivering a sense of movement between them behind his modest briefs.
“I’m anything you want me to be Steve. Let me be your muse,” Scott begged of him arching up off the pillows and kissing him again and again, holding on tight and allowing Steve to pull him up off the mattress, squeezing their bodies together in the beginnings of the forbidden dance between them. Caught up in fantasy Steve was dragging Scott down again kissing Scott’s shoulder before Steve’s tongue traced over Scott’s collar bone prompting Scott to arch his head back and moan. Scott’s reaching fingers found new direction as they were squeezing at the headboard, attempting to push himself up again to meet Steve when Steve was once again kissing Scott’s neck, leaving his damp mark on Scott’s skin, “Please.”
“You inspire me in so many ways,” Steve’s resolve was slipping in his broken breath and ravenous lips pushing across Scott’s needy skin and offering up a taste of what they hadn’t been able to explore the night before.
Taking it as a sign of encouragement, Scott tried to free his hands from Steve’s grip only to find them clasped together over his head held down by Steve’s right hand while Steve’s determined left hand slid down between them to clumsily peel Steve’s own briefs down to reveal his erection straining to work its way out of the fabric and into Scott in ways that they’d both wanted that first night when Scott agreed to pose for Steve. Now, it was more than just a thought as Steve was reaching down to stroke himself, to reveal his thick length and deliver on the promise of something beyond Scott’s slow instruction in their time together.
“Show me,” Scott pleaded angling his head back and parting his lips as Steve pushed up higher. In an instant Steve’s fingers that once held Scott wrists down were sinking into his hair, dragging Scott upward to meet his mouth in a kiss, slow and drawn out, working to hit every note in the way that they were centered together, now completely naked and against each other in the warmth of Steve’s sunlight bedroom.
With Scott’s suggestion Steve rolled onto his back taking Scott over him in a series of warm touches and tender kisses, nipping at Scott’s shoulder. Steve continued circling his tongue over Scott’s pulse point with hands running up over Scott’s spine to keep him close. Steve dipped his palms down to imprint their warmth over Scott’s hips, to trace their long, lean lines before hoisting Scott over Steve’s abdomen to sit above Steve and look down at the desire in Steve’s eyes before Steve was arching up to kiss him again.
“This isn’t going to be like last night was,” Steve breathlessly explained cupping Scott’s face in his hands before speaking up in a solemn whisper, “If we do this Scott, I can’t promise you that you’ll enjoy it entirely at first, but after a while…it’ll be better. Good even.”
“I trust you,” Scott replied, catching Steve’s lips in another kiss fueled by a new awakening and growing desire.
Scott’s kisses tapered off over Steve’s chest, working over Steve’s chiseled lines down his body, licking at Steve’s abdomen before Scott’s once uncertain fingers were reaching for Steve’s cock, touching over it and stroking Steve’s body in ways that had Steve at his mercy. Encouraged by the way Scott’s kisses carried over his skin, Steve started threading his fingers through Scott’s soft dark hair and advancing Scott towards completing the journey into crossing the line into what they’d both been seeking out in each other.
Armed with a newfound courage Scott settled in between Steve’s thighs, pushing them apart to make room for himself knowing he was so close to everything he could have ever wanted. With Steve beneath him naked and aroused Scott was up on his elbows looking down at the very part of Steve he’d wanted to experience for so very long. It damn near took his breath away in finally experiencing Steve so close to where he wanted, yet somehow the anticipation was enough to cause Scott’s whole body to shake. His lips parted with eagerness, his skin flushed and hot all over as his mouth spread wider to ease the thick head of Steve’s arousal past his lips into the damp heat within.
“Scott,” Steve moaned his name, twisting his fingers deeper in Scott’s hair. Behind a moan Steve began pulling Scott closer to reward Scott for the tantalizing tease of his tongue circling over Steve’s tip, knowing just the right way to use subtle flicks of his tongue to have Steve moaning louder and holding Scott tighter than before, instinctively guiding Scott to relax his throat with a soft stroke of strong fingers against Scott’s hollowed out cheekbone to encourage Scott to take Steve’s length in deeper.
Instead of responding Scott with words merely hummed a moan that carried over the length of Steve’s underside. In doing so Steve twitched, but only for a second as soon after his warm fingers were pushing at Scott’s sculpted cheek, encouraging Scott to look up at him as Scott’s plump parted lips surrounded Steve’s beautiful cock. Armed with determination Scott pushed up higher on his elbows, curling his other hand around Steve’s base to palm the part of Steve that hadn’t found its way into Scott’s throat in Steve’s subtle, controlled thrusts working in deeper into Scott’s forbidden heat.
“That’s it kitten,” Steve was petting Scott’s cheek, touching his hair and taking it all in until in a moment of courage and determination Scott relaxed his throat even further to encourage Steve to slide in deeper.
The movement was met by a surprised almost strangled sound falling from Steve’s now parted, panting lips. His blue eyes were focused entirely on Scott, drawn to Scott’s movements sucking down on Steve’s thick arousal now covered in Scott’s kisses and saliva marked by Scott’s enthusiasm. Encouraged by the twist of Steve’s fingers through his hair and the sounds his new lover was making Scott started to deep throat him, doing that thing with his tongue that Scott knew full well had given him an edge against those who’d sought out to bully him in the past, working to free Scott from his prior torment at the orphanage as Scott was working to bring Steve closer to the edge in his teasing.
So carried away by the sounds Steve was making, Scott took Steve in with a renewed vigor, adjusting to the subtleties of the man crumbling at the feel of Scott around him. It was unlike anything Scott had ever experienced before as he’d never been with a man like this—never readily embracing the idea of getting him off for his own pleasure, yet in each passing second Scott was rock hard and eager wanting to make Steve come undone in his mouth. In Steve’s husky breaths and eager movements, Steve’s fingers were still threaded through Scott’s hair, commanding Scott’s full attention, a little rough, but wonderful in proving to be nothing like Scott’s time with Jean, yet more than anything Scott wanted to be the one to make Steve moan and quiver with want, to bring Steve to the brink and deliver Steve to the same hunger that guided Scott every time he was around his childhood crush wanting to look cool enough to be worthy of Steve’s attention.
Now with Steve’s hands on him and the first salty taste of Steve teasing over his tongue, Scott felt his body rocked with desire, his heart hammering in his chest as it was finally an opening between them that Scott had waited for oh so very long. In each subtle touch Steve made over his cheek, Scott could sense that despite Steve’s immeasurable restraint, the times he’d held off on his own release were catching up to him. His grip on Scott’s hair was tightening, his abdomen falling concave with a touch of shiver rolling over his parted thighs. Sensing his urgency, Scott caressed Steve’s inner thigh with the underside of his palm savoring the way that the goosebumps over Steve’s flesh were a sign that Scott had reached that place inside of Steve that Scott had once deemed off limits between them.
“Scott that’s…” Steve struggled for words but for the first time since they’d started flirting with one another, Scott felt as if the tables were turned in his favor—as if he was the one finally in control in ways that had him fueled by a different kind of hunger.
Steve was so very close, thrusting deeper into the tight sheath Scott’s mouth and throat provided, working to take in all that Scott had been willing to offer in their time together. Encouraged by the way Steve’s body yielded to his silent command, Scott increased his suction over Steve’s body, focusing on his damp cockhead in drawing back just enough to deliver the sensation Scott was certain Steve needed. When Steve pulled Scott’s hair in an almost painful twist, Scott took in a breath before swallowing Steve down again, needing to feel Steve vibrate on his tongue and prove to Scott that he was exactly what Steve was looking for in their time together.
“Kitten,” Steve’s breathing was erratic, his hands gripping at Scott’s shoulder attempting to encourage Scott to ease up on what he was doing so that they could slow down and return to kissing again, but Scott kept going, wanting to feel that moment when Steve surrendered to the one thing Scott had wanted to give him from the start of their connection. It was a need so strong that Scott pulled back just enough to work his tongue torturously over Steve’s cockhead in rough, damp circles teasing across his sensitive opening and awakening all those heightened super soldier nerves in his need to bring Steve to something out of this world in their time together.
“Fuck,” Steve swore in an uncharacteristically shocking moment of impending bliss. His fingers were pushing underneath Scott’s chin, his hips rotating to keep working himself past Scott’s swollen lips knowing that regardless of his good intentions the tables had turned, and Scott was armed and ready with his secret weapon meant to take Steve Rogers crashing over the edge and experiencing Scott’s eager mouth upon him now more determined than ever to please his new lover, “Kitten…I’m…”
“All mine,” Scott pulled back enough to flash Steve a mischievous grin before opening his lips and returning to his enthusiastic blowjob knowing full well that with all that Steve was Scott wanted to deliver Steve driven to the one place of need Scott was always sure to go with Steve at his side.
Taking in a labored breath Scott pulled back and licked his lips again before relaxing his throat even further, and holding Steve’s thighs in a tight squeeze when the super solder finally let loose on the notion of control in flexing his hips upward and rewarding Scott with the one thing Scott was entirely convinced was well out of his reach with Steve’s jutting movements now pushing against Scott’s lips revealing Steve to be a man full of desire, barely hanging onto control in the face of the passion Scott had readily offered to him.
Chapter 5: Intrusion
Summary:
Scott and Steve's quiet morning together is filled with poignant reminders of the past leading up to a heated conversation after an uninvited guest provokes something unexpected in their relationship.
Notes:
This chapter deals with past abuse and teases of Scott's past trauma along with themes of jealousy and insecurity. Please take note of that coming in. It was also written to the following prompt:
Scott Summers Bingo: G3: "Honey I bought your favorites from the bakery."
I hope everyone enjoys this one!
Chapter Text
“Damn kitten,” Steve was fighting to catch his breath, still shaken in ways that he hadn’t anticipated after Scott had gone at it in sucking him off unexpectedly shortly after their awakening. It hadn’t at all been what Steve had anticipated between them, yet somehow stretched across the mattress with Scott’s head resting against his hip, Steve couldn’t help, but gingerly finger Scott’s soft, dark hair. Steve wanted to keep his young lover close and pepper him with praise and beautiful words, yet Steve was breathless and too blissed out to pull together a coherent thought after Scott had surprised him in ways Steve hadn’t been entirely prepared for when they’d taken to experiencing one another. Lost in sensation Steve merely soaked it all in trying to register how the innocence he’d found behind Scott’s once shy, clumsy awkwardness had pulled something so raw and passionate from Steve’s new lover in the most unexpected of ways, “that was….”
“Kind of hot?” Scott licked his lips before climbing up over Steve to offer Steve a taste of himself on his young lover’s lips, “Incredibly fun?”
“Unexpected,” Steve managed to get out as his arm curled around Scott’s waist to pull Scott over him, to bring their bodies together in the center of Steve’s bed still falling from the heavens at Scott’s first attempt at giving back to Steve in their time together.
The exchange had been hot and wild, unexpected in ways that left Steve panting and begging for more in his attempts to remember what he’d promised Scott the night before about pacing themselves together. However, the moment Scott had taken Steve behind those beautifully plump lips all bets were off. Scott had proven that he had a few more tricks up his sleeve than Steve had anticipated going into the idea of teaching Scott about the thrills to be found within the explorations of consensual sex and its wicked pleasures. Yet in Scott’s blowjob everything Steve had been proposing had been thrown out the window for his plans moving forward. Scott’s skill had marked amazement in ways that had Steve jerking up into Scott’s saliva covered lips, wanting more than anything to pull out and maintain control of the balance he'd been working to find in their relationship, but Scott had been determined readily holding on and encouraging Steve to losing himself in that tight, incredible damp heat, surrounded by the strokes of Scott’s tongue in ways that still had Steve rattled long after he’d come undone.
“I thought you said that you’ve never been with a man before,” Steve thoughtlessly blurted out knowing full well that someone sucking a cock for the first time certainly hadn’t come armed with that many tricks up their sleeve as Scott had carried when he’d taken Steve by surprise, “When you told me that…”
“I said that I’d never slept with anyone, but that as a kid I did…things with other guys,” Scott corrected behind flushed features revealing another side to the man that Steve had decided to take on as his muse and lover who’d once conveyed such a naïve innocence in their conversation. Now, however, as Steve stared back at Scott thinking about the incredibly tantalizing blowjob he’d received, there was something nagging at him that Steve couldn’t quite ignore in his questioning.
“What things?” Steve inquired behind a lazy sweep of fingers to push Scott’s damp hair away from his eyes, “If you don’t mind me asking…”
“I don’t, but I mean they were just…things like that,” Scott’s cheeks were now a deep shade of crimson in being pulled into the hot seat with Steve’s questioning, “Maybe not quite like that, but…”
“That was incredible. I had no idea that you knew how to do that. Had I known we could’ve approached the idea of fun in different ways sooner in far more creative ways,” Steve blinked up at Scott wondering how it was he hadn’t seen all there was to his young, enthusiastic lover more than eager to please Steve in his ravenous approach, “When you told me you haven’t…”
“I guess I didn’t want to dwell on it because it wasn’t entirely the same as what we’re doing here because it felt different at the time. I was younger, dumber, clumsy in ways that weren’t worth mentioning,” Scott nestled his head in against Steve’s shoulder, snuggling in closer to Steve as Scott’s own eagerness had been replaced by a sense of satisfaction in having been the recipient of Steve’s enthusiastic praise.
“Scott…” Steve softened his tone as he thought to the horrors that he’d learned that Scott had endured through his time before winding up at Charles Xavier’s school. While Steve had gotten the gist of the stories about the horrible experimentation and the time Scott was left starving on the streets, Steve had often wondered if there was something more beyond the surface after Scott’s retreat from making connections with the world around him.
“It wasn’t what you’re thinking,” Scott offered up as Steve’s silence brought a seriousness to their conversation with one another, “At least not that way. I wasn’t on the streets selling myself for a meal if that’s what you heard around the way of the vicious rumors that I’m almost certain Warren started to discredit me with Jean.”
“Scott, no that’s not what I…I mean I…suppose I had questions, but I never believed that…” Steve attempted to counter from his concerning blunder, hating to see the pride that Scott carried with him after what they’d shared clouded over by a dark memory of days gone by.
“I was just…a confused kid who was trying to make life easier for myself and everyone around me,” Scott offered up the truth knowing that he didn’t need to, but he was willing to share that part of himself with the man who’d pulled him out of his misery and into something a bit more complicated in the right ways for Scott, “Back when I was at the orphanage I had a friend…Nate…he was being bullied by some of the older guys, who’d always picked on him for being small. They never let up on him and no matter how many times he tried to avoid it they wouldn’t quit pounding on him. I got tired of seeing him get hurt, so I stepped up to defend him and they decided that they’d take their time beating on me instead.”
“Oh kitten…” Steve held him closer.
“It went on for a while, but I didn’t mind it. Nate was safe at the time, so that’s what mattered,” Scott continued to share his painful truth with Steve, “It went on for weeks before one day the main bully…an older kid named Todd cornered me in the bathroom, told me that if I wanted the beatings to stop that I needed to do something for him. That if I decided to stop being a pussy and just, well…if I gave Todd what he was looking for he’d have his friends back off me and Nate as a sign of good faith between us.”
“Are you saying that you…?”
“Took Todd up on his offer at the time?” Scott finished for him with a shake of his head into Steve’s chest, “Not a chance. I told him to go to hell, got my ass kicked for a few more months before one day one of the people in charge saw Todd and his gang beating on me. They put me and Todd on kitchen cleanup duty together as punishment since they had a zero-tolerance policy and after a while we got to talking. Really talking about his life and mine. He was an asshole, but the more he talked about the shit deal he was given the more I got it. Didn’t change how I felt about him, but eventually out of nowhere when we were stuck in the kitchen doing these impossible dishes he kissed me. Without warning. I don’t know why I kissed him back, but I did and then, well for the next two weeks I got my ass kicked relentlessly after he told me not to tell anyone, but I never stopped fighting back. Wouldn’t back down until one night when I was on clean up duty again, Todd and I got to talking and…well, I figured why not see what could happen. One thing led to another, and I guess I decided that I didn’t hate Todd as much as I thought. We spent a little more time kissing each other, a few months later it evolved to doing…stuff and well…”
“Things escalated in unexpected ways,” Steve deduced as he pressed a kiss over the top of Scott’s head. His fingers tapered off over Scott’s spine, wanting to deliver comfort to Scott in his quiet contemplations.
“I guess being on the outside of normal for so long—any time anyone gives you any kind of attention no matter how toxic it might be, you gravitate towards it hoping to seek out something else,” Scott’s words were distanced beyond their cuddle in Steve’s bed before a sigh spilled over his lips, “In my own way I started to really like the way I felt when I was with Todd. Somewhere in all the insanity, I started to think he liked me too—so much so that when he and his friends stopped beating on me, I was convinced that maybe it was a step in the right direction and life was getting better. The more time we spent together, the less he and his friends thought of bullying any of us really until one day late at night when Todd and I snuck into a closet to fool around for a while when the people in charge weren’t paying attention things took a turn. One of his friends followed us and discovered our secret and…”
“Scott,” Steve’s voice hitched with concern in feeling Scott tense up over him.
“Got my ass beat so fucking hard that day,” Scott let out an ironic laugh before shaking his head and touching his fingers over Steve’s damp chest, “When Todd’s friends called us out on what we were doing, Todd acted like nothing that we did together ever mattered—like I was the pathetic loser throwing myself at him to avoid getting my ass kicked. He spit in my face, called me a dirty faggot, and punched me in the stomach. Went back to kicking my ass for a few weeks longer before Nate was gone, and I’d decided I had enough. I kept fighting back against the bullies until I knew that I had one of two choices, so I chose my best option which was to run as far as I could from that place and never look back until now.”
“Scott, I didn’t mean to pry…”
“I know you didn’t. I guess I just wanted to tell someone about it because I never did before. Not even Jean,” Scott smiled back at him before stretching out over Steve’s naked lines, “I think for so long I lied to myself about everything that happened since it went so bad. Tried convincing myself that it didn’t matter. That I didn’t have this part of me that was attracted to guys too because I wasn’t allowed to feel that way. All my life it didn’t fit who I’m supposed to be. But maybe it’s good that I did experience all that pain because going through all of that and coming from that place to where I am now, well, I’ve learned a lot about what was wrong before I found my way to something that feels right.”
“About that,” Steve curled his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to pull his head up to look at him again, “I was thinking about what we talked about before.”
“What part?”
“The part when I told you that I wanted to show you nothing short of magic when we made love the first time,” Steve was caressing Scott’s cheek, searching his eyes before speaking up again behind a soft, contented smile, “Maybe if your team isn’t in the middle of something and mine can give me some time away, then we could go away for the weekend together and…”
“You mean like as in us going on a vacation together?” Scott perked up at the thought of what Steve was proposing.
“Something like that. I mean there’s this place that Tony’s always talking about up north that’s supposed to be something special. Something quiet on the coast that’s secluded where we could work on some art together by the water on the private beach, maybe take in the atmosphere and…”
“Why Steve, are you asking me out on an official date?” Scott’s grin expanded by tenfold, leaving Steve grateful he’d suggested to see the beautiful guy over his chest lit up by the possibility of them being alone together under different circumstances.
“The thought had crossed my mind,” Steve divulged behind a smile before sweeping his fingers across the length of Scott’s spine, “Not that what we’ve been doing here hasn’t been incredible in its own right, but after today…well, maybe if we could find something outside of what we know we could experience something new and wonderful for both of us. A change of pace really to let loose on any reservations we might have about any of this and…”
“Yes,” Scott cut him off with a smile before snuggling into Steve’s shoulder, “I’d love to go away with you.”
“You’re sure?” Steve angled his head in to kiss the top of Scott’s tousled dark hair.
“Um, yeah,” Scott nodded again with a twist of his leg across the expanse of Steve’s hip to climb in over him and bring a different kind of feel to their bodies aligned together, “I’ll need to sort out my schedule with the staff to make sure all my responsibilities are covered, but…”
“I can talk to Charles. Let him know it’s a top-secret cross team mission where we’re working to build better communications and…” Steve teased behind a wink and a curl of his arm tighter around Scott’s lean lines to hold him close.
“We both know he’d never tell Captain America no,” Scott’s cheeks were hurting from the smile that touched over his lips as he crawled up higher to kiss Steve again.
“He would if he knew what Captain America was thinking about his top former student right now,” Steve confessed kissing him again before twisting around to have Scott beneath him, “He’d probably ban me from the school for all the dirty things I want to be doing to you.”
“Such as?” Scott inquired behind an arched brow up over his glasses to listen intently.
“Things I know you’re going to love once I get you up north and naked out by the water,” Steve promised kissing him again before tracing his index fingers across Scott’s breastbone and soaking in the soft lines of his beautiful body beneath him, “It’ll give us some time to be us. No teams. No expectations, just two guys who happen to be wildly attracted to one another and…”
“See where the weekend takes us?” Scott arched up to kiss Steve again, no longer able to hold back on the burst of excitement that flooded over his body.
“That’s generally the plan,” Steve nodded claiming his lips again in a heated kiss wanting to deliver the promise of something more before there was a sound of the buzzer to Steve’s apartment alerting them that they were no longer alone together.
“Were you expecting company this morning?” Scott frowned as Steve reluctantly tore himself away from Scott’s swollen, eager lips.
“No,” Steve grimaced before pushing up on his elbows to hear the buzzer again, “I wasn’t. Truth be told Tony’s one of the only people who know about this place as I try not to bring work and sex together where the outside could get ahold of it and…”
“You think Tony’s here?” Scott’s jaw flexed with tension at the mention of Steve’s teammate who’d always rubbed Scott the wrong way in their encounters with one another, “Like right now?”
“Let’s hope not,” Steve groaned reluctantly sliding out of the bed and delivering Scott a delicious view of his bottom in his retreat before Steve bent down to reach for his pajama pants to get dressed enough to deal with the potential disaster situation ahead of them, “Stay here. I’ll go see who is downstairs and try to get rid of them.”
“Fair enough,” Scott rolled onto his stomach, kicking his legs up behind him and swinging them when Steve took one last look over his shoulder and smiled at his young lover.
“Stay just like that,” Steve instructed behind a warm smile before motioning to the way that Scott was stretched out before him, “because when I get back, I want to draw you in bed just as you are.”
“Okay,” Scott agreed stretching out further across the bed to reach for the television remote and take to keeping busy in Steve’s retreat. He let out an emphatic sigh and flashed Steve a tease of a grin that almost had Steve racing over towards the bed again to claim him without concern to the outside world, “if you insist.”
“I do. Be a good boy while I’m gone and I’ll reward you very generously later,” Steve swallowed down a breath making a note of all the ways he would caress the lines of Scott’s body with his eyes, taking in every beautiful dip and shadow when he brought his young lover to life on the canvas once he rid himself of the unwanted arrival.
Carefully closing the door behind him Steve made his way over to the intercom and pushed the button hoping like hell it was just a wrong number or a delivery to another one of the apartments.
"Honey, I bought your favorites from the bakery,” Tony’s voice immediately poured into the apartment as he was pushing on the buzzer again, “Steve. Steve-O. Cap. Come on. Let me up or I’ll let myself up. I’ve got coffee and donuts with me. Plus, this little turnover thing that’s out of this world that you’ve got to try that…”
“Ugh, don’t call me that,” Steve grumbled pushing the button and responding in a quick attempt to send Tony in a new direction upon his arrival, “Tony I’m a little busy this morning. If we could just do this later…”
“I don’t care if you’re balls deep in stewing over your artwork. We need to talk like pronto. Let me up Capsicle,” Tony continued to relentlessly buzz at the com again not letting up in his approach to making his presence known in Steve’s morning.
“Knock it off Tony,” Steve frowned as he responded against Tony’s impulse to keep pushing the damned button and bring the buzz that came with it over the apartment and stealing the serenity that Steve had wanted to keep within the walls of his haven with Scott, “This really isn’t a good time. I’m in the middle of something that…”
“Two minutes tops. That’s all I need. Let me up,” Tony returned to buzzing over and over again until Steve found he had no choice, but to bite the bullet and invite Tony upstairs.
Quickly looking over his shoulder to where he’d left Scott on the center of his bed behind the closed door, Steve felt his body tightening up at the idea of Tony discovering his new lover draped in the scent of Steve and looking like pure sin spread across the white sheets over Steve’s bed. Shuffling around the room, Steve was quick to swipe up Scott’s new toys, fumbling to tuck them away in the drawer he’d kept them in the night before along with the lubricant bottle on the tabletop before Tony was upon him, prancing into Steve’s place as if he was always meant to be there.
“I don’t get what the hesitation was about Cap,” Tony strode into the room, oblivious to the way that Steve quickly pushed the drawer with Scott’s gifts shut over by the kitchen counter. He leaned forward against the smooth countertop before throwing out an annoyed look in Tony’s direction. When Tony reached for his dark colored sunglasses and pushed them down over the bridge of his nose, his smile slipped into a scowl as he continued to approach Steve, “Why the long face Cap? Bad night?”
“Would’ve been better if you would’ve called before stopping by,” Steve quipped under his breath as Tony presented Steve with his gifts in his uninvited approach.
“Trust me you’re going to thank me when you wrap your lips around this bad boy. One taste on your tongue and…” Tony’s words came to a halt when he spotted Scott’s t-shirt discarded on the floor after the night had brought Scott and Steve to a different kind of distraction, scattered among the stools near the countertop. Taking in the astute observation Tony slid the coffee holder and the pastry box across the countertop towards Steve before bending down to pluck up the light material of the far too small for Steve shirt before him. Tony stood upright again and held it up in the air behind a questioning brow, “Long night my friend?”
“It’s none of your business,” Steve remarked stretching his arm out across the top of the counter to pull Scott’s t-shirt from Tony’s fingers.
“It’s never my business, but you’ve never been one to skip on the details of the fuck of the century when you’re having it. This doesn’t quite look your size or style. Feels a bit…fresh…maybe a touch…dare I say…wet behind the ears,” Tony noted angling his head to the side to regard the t-shirt in Steve’s fingers, “I’m guessing someone a bit young, a little repressed, maybe a bit bratty and…”
“Is that why you came here this morning? To talk about who I fucked last night?” Steve opened the kitchen drawer in front of him to push Scott’s t-shirt inside before glaring over at Tony again.
“Sure as hell beats talking about who I didn’t considering I’ve had the worst case of a dry spell happening like you wouldn’t believe. Starting to get blue balls given how limited options have been since that group thing we did in Meatpacking not long ago. I’m so bored with it all Cap and I’m afraid nothing’s ever going to change that for me. The thrill is just waning with my raging libido a casualty to all these banal happenings around me,” Tony waved his hand in the air dismissively before circling around the apartment to make himself more at home. He pulled his dark leather jacket from his shoulders tossing it over the back of Steve’s couch before regarding his friend again, “I know my reputation proceeds me and sets the bar so high that it leaves me without a long list of possibilities in terms of novelty, but I’m starting to think this new breed of temptation is afraid to find their way into bed with a master to discover journeys unexplored.”
“Or maybe it’s more that they already have, and they are looking for new thrills without the high risk attached to bedding Tony Stark and having Pepper chase them down with NDAs after you stop taking their calls,” Steve scoffed with mild annoyance unable to ignore his urgency to get back into the room with Scott to sketch him before the light changed and the mood was lost.
“I never give them my number to begin with,” Tony shrugged his shoulders before trailing his index finger across the top of Steve’s high-backed sofa, “Keep the NDAs with me pre-scene on the table beside the bed so that way there’s no mess or headaches for Pep and…”
“Gee, and when you make it that structured it’s no wonder they aren’t interested in returning,” Steve mouthed leaning in over the countertop to observe his friend in a state of inner turmoil, “Doesn’t leave much room for spontaneity and fun if you’re always working to keep your secret double life from being exposed by your playmates no matter how fun the sex proves to be.”
“One it’s not a secret and two, I’m plenty spontaneous,” Tony offered up behind a dramatic sigh, “if there’s the right kind of fun to be had in experiencing it. And three the sex has all been done before. There’s nothing that I haven’t tried and nothing that thrills me.”
“Considering how emphatically bored you are with the scene as of late, I highly doubt there’s an inkling of fun to be had with you on the prowl searching for the next big thrill,” Steve noted observing Tony’s twist on his foot to clear the area before glancing over his shoulder at Steve, “You know other people have been just going with the flow and having pleasurable experiences for a while Tony because unlike you they aren’t inside their head doing overanalyzing how to take it to the next level. They’re just finding fun and having a good time doing it.”
“Well, if they aren’t out there having fun with me and you’re not hanging around the usual haunts, who’s left to offer them a good time?” Tony tossed out flippantly before circling around to return to Steve again, “I’m thinking that maybe we’ve just been spending far too much time in the same circles working the same tired crowd too uninspired to explore the possibility of what if…”
“I would imagine part of the hold up you’re having is that you don’t often invite people back for a repeat performance,” Steve noted as Tony walked around the counter bypassing the pastries that he’d picked up on the way over to reach into Steve’s fruit bowl tucked away beneath the cabinets. He plucked a red, ripe apple off the countertop, moving to push it against the front of his shirt to wipe it off before depositing it between his lips to take a thick, juicy bite of it.
“Why would I bother with that?” Tony questioned behind a mouthful of apple before sliding in to stand behind Steve, “What’s the point in reruns when there’s a whole universe of untapped sexual energy waiting to be explored?”
“And therein lies your problem,” Steve cut back reaching for Tony’s apple and plucking it out of his fingers to take a bite out of the untouched side before handing it back to Tony, “Even I take the opportunity to savor something remarkable when it comes my way even if it’s only for a short time…”
“Is that what Mr. T-shirt was last night?” Tony leaned in closer to Steve before snatching up his apple again and taking another bite, “Something remarkable?”
“You have no idea,” Steve divulged with a fondness behind the words, almost wishing he hadn’t said them when Tony’s brow arched with interest.
“Enlighten me Cap. What does your new kitten have to offer you that you’ve been holding out on sharing with me?” Tony prodded poking at Steve’s ribs before stretching his empty fingers out across the countertop to tear at the tiny piece of tape at the front of the pastry box to reveal his finds on the way over to Steve’s bachelor pad. As Tony opened the lid to display the array of freshly baked donuts and an apple and cherry turnover carefully positioned at the side of the box, Steve couldn’t help but lean in closer to take a better look at Tony’s offerings, “Tell me all about what I’m missing by not sticking it out for the long haul when the novelty starts to wear off.”
“Your problem is you’re selfish as a lover Tony,” Steve quipped pushing his fingers past Tony’s in a rapid motion to swipe at the cherry turnover before Tony could reach for it. Steve made quick work to push it past his lips before taking the first much needed bite of sugary sweetness his body craved after his morning with Scott. Suddenly remembering his sexy young lover in his bed, Steve stood up straighter fighting to retain some focus before Tony was twisting around to stand in front of him with a smile on his face.
“You and I both know that’s bullshit Cap,” Tony reached out to tease his fingers over the front of Steve’s bare chest, making no qualms about sliding into position between Steve and the counter to call Steve on his harsh assessment of Tony’s sexual performances, “You more than anyone know that I’m very giving when it comes to pleasure and…”
“Just because you’re open to giving it once doesn’t mean that it makes it any less colder when you toss your one night stands out the door with a cab waiting on the curb the next morning,” Steve held the pastry out to Tony, watching as Tony’s lips parted to take a coveted taste of the cherry concoction before Tony was offering Steve another bite of his apple.
“At least I think about offering them a cab,” Tony replied with a shrug, obliging Steve’s open lips with another taste of the apple Tony had collected for himself, “Most people wouldn’t even bother and…”
“I mean at least you’ve given Pepper the opportunity to not have to do the tossing them out the door as of late, so I’ll credit you that,” Steve decided pulling the remainder of the turnover away from Tony’s lips after he’d swallowed down his bite of apple. With a rumble in his stomach and tension building between his shoulders Steve took a large bite of the flaky pastry unable to deny Tony’s impeccable taste for sweet things before he sidestepped around where Tony was leaning up against the counter, “but really I’m busy this morning so you’re going to have to make it quick.”
“Fine sour puss,” Tony let out an emphatic sigh before taking the final few bites of his apple. He leaned back against the counter, stretching out enough to aim towards Steve’s trash can before making the toss into it with the core. In celebration Tony held his hands up in the air, doing a little twist around before dipping his fingers into the box he’d brought with him to snatch up the apple turnover Steve had abandoned in his quest for cherry, “What do you say to you and me tonight at Ravenous?”
“At what?” Steve questioned looking over his shoulder before moving over to fluff the pillows on the couch where he and Scott had spent some time with one another the night before, “What the hell is Ravenous?”
“Only the hottest club in the city that I managed to score VIP invitations for the world’s most loved superheroes to pop in and make an appearance,” Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out a matching set of onyx-colored cards with silver and gold embossed writing upon it, “Figured we’d pop in, take a perusal, see if anything good comes up.”
“Can’t do it,” Steve shook his head in refusal as he made his way back to Tony.
“Nope. I’m not taking no for an answer,” Tony argued stepping forward to spread the cards in front of his face like a fan. He began to wave them around as if to cool himself off before appealing to Steve again, “We’re talking no holds barred, ultra exclusive anything goes, and I do mean anything Cap…”
“I’m going to have to decline,” Steve insisted with another firm shake of his head before his eyes involuntarily found their way back to the room where Scott was waiting for him.
“You can’t decline such a tantalizing offer when it’s presented to you,” Tony argued against Steve’s refusal to step up to his request.
“Take Barton,” Steve suggested.
“Last time we took Barton anywhere we had to drag him out on a leash, and it wasn’t pretty,” Tony argued against Steve’s suggestion with a scowl upon his lips, “Not an option.”
“Take Bruce,” Steve cut back only to receive a glare from Tony.
“Do you want the club to combust the moment that Jolly Green gets his dick hard and terrifies any potential for fun along the way?” Tony cut back with an exaggerated groan and a shake of his head. Bringing his hand up over the center of his chest he spoke directly to Steve in another desperate appeal, “Look I love Bruce. I do. He’s the best of the best in terms of friends. Better than anyone like me could ask for, but you know that Bruce isn’t into the things that we are Cap. None of the team have appetites for adventure like we do.”
“I’m sure if you asked Thor he might be up for…” Steve began again only to catch the way Tony’s face was contorted with frustration and anger over Steve’s multiple attempts to find an out to spending the night at the club with Tony.
“If I take Thor, then he’s going to remember that time that Lokes and I were sort of a thing doing all those things with you that…” Tony shuddered before shaking his head with more determination, “It’ll totally kill my buzz with Thor sitting there contemplating the ways that his brother rocked my world and yours before moving on to his latest lover. If it gets to that, you know he’s going to spend his time asking questions, thinking about it, realizing what kind of guy I really am and then trying to kick my ass for even dreaming about doing his brother like we did even if Loki loved every single second of us…”
“Loki liked what I was doing. Largely tolerated you for the most part,” Steve quipped under his breath behind a touch of a smile before clearing his throat and bringing his balled-up fingers up to his face to let out a small cough, “Besides that’s yesterday’s news. Thor won’t care about any of that if you take him with you to the club. He’ll be too caught up in the atmosphere to even consider his brother with all the possibilities around him.”
“Bullshit. If I take Thor to the club, then he’s going to ask uncomfortable questions about Loki. It’s going to register to him seeing me sort out what excites me and when it does…” Tony’s pinched expression was met by a wrinkle of his nose and the displeasure behind his dark eyes, “Not opening the door to that conversation. I owe Lokes that much in being discreet. It’s not Thor’s business.”
“He won’t ask,” Steve argued.
“He will. I’m telling you. Thor never doesn’t ask. Plus, people are going to want to spend all night playing with his hammer, but you, you’re my wingman Steve. You’re the guy for me,” Tony bridged the distance between them to wrap his arm around Steve’s shoulders, “You don’t care if we go to extremes, sharing some company for the night and…”
“I can’t do it Tony,” Steve shook his head again before angling his head down to look at his friend, “You know as well as I do I’m not so big on new fad clubs that pop up around the city. You know more than anyone that they offer the promise of a good time, but usually wind up becoming a huge disappointment especially when they realize who we are and…”
“The club owner himself has promised me that it will be very discreet as VIP guests,” Tony held the cards up in front of Steve’s face, waving them in front of his nose to reveal the faint scent of vanilla and coconut as a means of trying to entice Steve into accepting, “Even offered us a private room for anything we’d be up for exploring filled with new toys and…”
“Not interested,” Steve finally replied after a few seconds before swiping the cards from Tony’s fingers and taking them with him across the room to where the donuts were still on the counter, “and neither should you be considering that promises from a desperate club owner usually means hidden cameras and means of trying to exploit the fact that superheroes have sex lives behind closed doors and…”
“Everyone knows that I’m doing it out in the open,” Tony chased after Steve’s heels pushing forward in the hopes of finding a way to convince Steve to join him for the night, “You’re the one who is so deep in the closet my friend that the world thinks you’re squeaky clean, but we both know that you’re a man of deep interests and specific needs that extend far beyond my proclivities that…”
“I’m not going to have me risking my reputation at every gimmick club that pops up in the city,” Steve slapped the cards down on the counter before turning around to face Tony again. He opened his mouth to argue further knowing only too well that his refusal would serve as a means of fueling Tony’s urgency to get Steve to say yes to what Tony was proposing. Remembering Scott in the bedroom, Steve lowered his voice and tried a different approach, “You and I both know that a new club isn’t going to change the vibe when you’ve already got it set in your mind that you’ve seen and done everything around you.”
“That’s not why…” Tony curled his lip in protest, preparing to argue the fact before the thought seemed to resonate from deep within, “Okay, yeah so maybe we’ve run a bit repetitive within the walls of the city falling into the same patterns, but that doesn’t mean I’m not open to finding something that thrills me when…”
“What you need is time to figure out what it is you’re looking for Tony,” Steve suggested hearing the sounds of the tv growing quieter from within the bedroom indicating that perhaps Scott had taken to trying to hear what was happening on the outside where Steve was, “If sex is what you’re after, then just have it. Don’t go in with these unrealistic expectations about chasing a bigger thrill when…”
“It’s all predictable these days,” Tony conceded taking a step back and pushing his fingers through his hair, “I’ve done it all. Seen it all and everything that keeps popping up is exactly like what we’ve seen before. There’s no novelty or any excitement anymore. It’s just become routine and…”
“You really think some shitty club with a sketchy owner is going to change that?” Steve reached out behind him to pull the cards up from the countertop to push them in front of Tony’s face again behind a roll of his eyes, “Ravenous? Really? I mean think about it Tony that just oozes with desperation.”
“No. It doesn’t. It…” Tony pulled one of the cards out of Steve’s fingers before regarding it again behind slumped shoulders, “Okay maybe, but what other options do I have to work with here?”
“I don’t know,” Steve leaned up against the counter and set the card he was holding down on top of it, “Maybe find something in the middle…like an actual date or something and…”
“Pffft, who said anything about dating?” Tony wrinkled his nose and revealed a pinched laugh before waving his hand dismissively at Steve’s suggestion, “Last time I tried that with you it was a huge bust. You know better than anyone that…”
“I wasn’t the one to keep you from boredom,” Steve reminded him with a hand pushing up through his messy blonde hair, “We’re too alike for it to ever have been anything more than a disaster waiting to happen.”
“But that doesn’t mean that we still can’t get into trouble with a willing participant who is seeking out a little fun when…” Tony’s brow wiggled suggestively before he looked over to where Steve had tucked away Scott’s t-shirt. Taking the initiative to give Steve a hard time, Tony circled around the kitchen island coming dangerously close to discovering Scott’s other gifts that Steve had offered him the night before, “What about last night’s fun time? How does he rank?”
“He’s…” Steve pinched his lips together before reaching out to grab Tony’s wrist and stop Tony from discovering the truth in Steve’s newfound interest beyond their usual activities. He pulled Tony towards him with a swift tug, encouraging Tony to fall into his chest in a misstep before Steve was stroking Tony’s cheek and encouraging Tony to raise his chin to look up at him again behind questioning eyes, “shy, but that’s neither here nor there to you dealing with this boredom of yours. Maybe you should take a page from my handbook and sign yourself up for a class to explore a means of putting your restless mind at ease.”
“Maybe I can try my hand at that art class of yours,” Tony decided when Steve’s fingers touched over his cheek, pushing into Tony’s hair in a small sweep meant to distract the nosy inventor before Tony inched in closer, “Get to see what it is that has you so hot and bothered with the art scene and…”
“I don’t think it’s quite your thing,” Steve replied stiffening at the memory of Scott as a model knowing full well that seeing Scott naked would be exactly Tony’s thing should Tony have been able to get a glimpse of the wonder that still had Steve’s head spinning even after they’d decided to try a different approach with one another after their first night together, “You’d find it boring just like everything else is right now.”
“You’re probably right,” Tony agreed leaning into the warmth of Steve’s fingers. He turned his head sinking his teeth into the center of Steve’s palm before stepping aside, “You’re still an asshole for shooting this club thing down tonight.”
“Maybe,” Steve shrugged before reaching for one of the coffees on the countertop. He spun around to offer it to Tony, who grudgingly accepted before taking up with the other one in the hopes of chasing the sugar he’d experienced with caffeine as well, “but you’ll thank me later for saying no.”
“Doubtful,” Tony grumbled walking over to the couch and pulling his jacket up from the back of it, “There’s still time to change your mind on this. You know let it swirl in your head a bit, give you a few ideas of how to approach the situation with us going in for the thrills and…”
“I won’t,” Steve’s words were clear watching as Tony started to pull his jacket on again, “and neither should you. You can do a whole hell of a lot better than desperation Tony.”
“You say that now, but…” Tony began again before pushing his sunglasses up higher over the bridge of his nose, “A little desperation could lead to inspiration and a wild time where…”
“It won’t,” Steve was clear refusing to budge on the issue with Scott in his bed and looking for a little bit more to take from their night together, “but you should do something else without me. Go somewhere that excites you.”
“As if that place exists anymore,” Tony laughed in retort, twisting around with the slide of his arm into his jacket before approaching Steve again. Fueled by determination, Tony’s fingers pushed over the center of Steve’s bare broad lines, teasing down over the dip in his chiseled abdomen before tugging on the drawstring of the sweatpants Steve was wearing to drag him in closer to meet Tony’s urgency in a quick peck of a kiss upon his lips, “Go with me to our usual. Say at eight after we get done with this afternoon’s meeting with the government hacks seeking out a briefing on our last mission. You’re still coming to those, right?”
“Might be a little behind. Wanted to get a bit of my art in today, but I’ll try to make an appearance,” Steve’s fingers pushed over Tony’s wrists, making no move to pull Tony’s hands away from his drawstring before he was looking into his own reflection in his friend’s glasses and thinking about another pair of ruby-colored shades that were etched into his mind, awakening that need for something beyond the norm to inspire Steve.
“Team leader says he’ll try to make an appearance,” Tony balked with laughter releasing the drawstring on Steve’s pants before stepping back and patting Steve on the shoulder. Tony reached out behind Steve to pull one of the donuts out from the box behind where Steve was standing before shaking his head again, “Told you you’re becoming more like me each day.”
“That’s because you’re a bad influence,” Steve shoved at Tony’s chest to nudge Tony back towards the apartment door and away from a potentially awkward situation with Scott nearly naked and waiting for Steve to return.
“But still one hell of a lay. Arguably one of the best you ever had who is a very generous lover well equipped to meet even your needs should the situation call for it and…,” Tony quipped with flirty undertones as Steve nudged him again behind a laugh.
“Get out of here,” Steve ordered behind a touch of laughter when Tony stopped moving in the doorway to stare directly back at Steve, “I mean it.”
“So do I,” Tony’s lips curved downward in the beginnings of a scowl as he considered Steve’s words about Tony’s dealing with his array of lovers put behind him, “You don’t really think I’m selfish with sex do you?”
“You don’t try to be,” Steve answered after a pause weighing out the truth in his words before tiptoeing around the notion of delivering a deeper blow to Tony’s already bruised ego after boredom had stolen the confidence and certainty that Tony had often brought to his experiences with his playmates, “It’s just…not in your nature to give yourself to someone you’ve decided from the start isn’t worth the effort. No matter how many ways you make them scream Tony, if you’re not in it they know and that’s never fun.”
“I never disappoint,” Tony argued against Steve’s assertion.
“So you think,” Steve joked again before sensing Tony’s uneasiness about the subject at hand. Drawing in a breath, Steve reached out to pat Tony on the shoulder with a curl of his fingers around Tony’s body, “I think what you need is a new sub—someone who is going to fulfill that need you’re chasing—who is yours to train and do with as you please while rediscovering what it is that excites you. Someone who is more than up for the challenge of what it means to be chosen by Tony Stark, but also brings you to pleasure in ways that leaves you feeling like you’ve found that something more.”
“Fat chance of that happening. There isn’t a sub in the world capable of taking me on long term without having to endure eons of therapy when I tell them commitment is out the window from the start even if I rock their world in all the right ways the entire time we’re together,” Tony balked with laughter as Steve guided him closer to the front door.
“Seriously you need someone to ground you that you can train to help you curb this restlessness inside of you my friend,” Steve patted him over the chest before opening the door to a quick exit for Tony, “A little taste of monogamy and longevity could do you good. Could prove to be the novelty that you’re seeking out if you’d stop being so damned stubborn.”
“So then I’ll pencil you in for tonight,” Tony asked hopefully at the door as Steve was scooting him further out into the hall area, “Usual time and place, yeah?”
“Not a chance,” Steve laughed seeing him out into the hall with a pinch of his fingers over Tony’s hip to redirect Tony before laughing again, “But I’ll try to make that meeting.”
“See you there,” Tony waved before making his way to the elevators and disappearing before Steve would be forced to face any more uncomfortable moments in his friend’s unexpected arrival.
Once Steve was inside his apartment, he closed and locked the door behind him only to hear Scott beckoning him from his near miss with Tony.
“Is that what you’re looking for?” Scott’s tentative voice asked from across the room., “Someone you can train to follow your command at will? Who simply does as he’s told because it pleases you to make him subservient?”
“Scott,” Steve spoke his name behind a frown turning around to face his nearly naked guest with a scowl upon his lips. In hearing the sound Steve angled his head up to spot Scott leaned up against the doorway in his tiny briefs with spine tense and arms folded across his smooth chest in contemplation.
“What was it you called it again?” Scott asked behind his glasses and an arched brow in delivering Steve what he could only imagine was a lengthy perusal in no doubt analyzing every detail of the conversation Scott had overheard between the two Avengers in Tony’s reckless admission, “A sub who will fall to your command without question? Is that what you’re looking for?”
“That was Tony and I shooting the shit about things that shouldn’t concern you given that it was just shop talk about things with Tony. He’s going through a rough patch right now and I was just trying to get him to relax and unwind without all the tension by suggesting that he…” Steve backpedaled realizing that he hadn’t meant for Scott to be privy to any of that conversation with Tony knowing that it extended far beyond the simplicity of what Scott and Steve were searching for in one another.
“But it’s what you’re used to when you bring someone into your bed right?” Scott asked in a tentative breath dropping his arms down at his sides. His long fingers swung with his movements, barely grazing the thin material of his briefs before he started crossing the room to stand in front of Steve in a state of irritation marked by an unpleasant tone intermixed with what Steve could almost guess was curiosity about his new morning discoveries in taking in Steve’s conversation with Tony, “A sub, was it?”
“Scott…” Steve bit back on his words as Scott was a few feet away from him, still marked by the hickeys Steve had left over his neck and chest, revealing the perfect portrait of hedonism after their night together had taken a sexy turn outside of the expectations Steve had for them.
Granted, they hadn’t gotten into explorations with Steve’s kinks and toys that he’d reserved for most occasions when he and Tony had been out and doing what they did in sweeping the clubs for fun, yet seeing Scott in a state of undress bathed in the warmth of the sunlight the morning offered, Steve realized there was nothing sexier than Scott’s angry scowl and the touch of color that filled his cheeks in trying to comprehend what it was Steve was about after he’d overheard a bit more about the man Steve was before Scott’s arrival in his life. It appeared that Scott was shuffling through his thoughts, parting his lips as if to ask a question before rethinking it. His lips slid open again, his mouth pinched in contemplation as his teeth sank into his bottom lip, yet he refrained from speaking another word on the subject as his arms once again returned to the center of his chest.
“What’s on your mind Scott?” Steve finally ascended towards him, sensing that he’d have to ask what Scott was thinking when Scott was unable to express himself and make the thoughts undoubtedly running through his mind clear, “What do you want to ask me?”
“Did you ever fuck Tony here?” Scott questioned point blank before pushing his hands on his hips to seek out the truth behind Steve’s words.
“This isn’t the conversation we should be having this morning,” Steve felt cornered, taken aback by Scott’s direct approach in knowing that it wouldn’t be a conversation that would end well for them should they continue to keep having it.
There was the truth and there were details, which Steve was more than eager to skip given the new beginnings he was making with Scott, yet in the truth there was an uncomfortable admission about Steve’s true self that would only serve as something to either frighten Scott and leave him running in the other direction or open the door to a change in the way Scott saw him moving forward. Knowing that Scott wasn’t ready for a rundown of Steve’s sexual history with Tony let alone anyone else before Scott when things were still fresh and new between them Steve attempted to walk past Scott only to feel Scott’s fingers against his arm in his passing.
“Because it sure sounded like you’ve fucked Tony before and more than once,” Scott’s displeasure with the thought was evident in his tone, “so have you?”
“Yes,” Steve answered stiffly before casting a look over his shoulder, “but that’s not important to what’s happening with us. My friendship with Tony holds no bearing on what’s been going on with us here and…”
“Are you still fucking him?” Scott eased his grip off Steve’s arm before a touch of vulnerability flashed behind his expression leaving him looking younger and far more fragile in the thought of Steve and Tony sharing in something that Scott and Steve were only starting to explore with one another in small steps. Catching the curl of disappointment over Scott’s kiss-swollen lips, Steve backtracked moving in closer to the young lover he’d abandoned in his bed while hoping to get rid of Tony’s intrusion. Now it felt like it was a misfire as Scott lowered his head and softened his voice to ask a question that Steve was wholly convinced would leave Scott feeling shattered in his approach. Scott shifted his weight on his feet, fighting to maintain a casual cool against the obvious contrast in his body’s language before speaking up again, “Did you like fucking him?”
“Tony’s my friend Scott and you’re my…” Steve began softening his voice sensing that Tony’s arrival had stirred up the old feelings of insignificance in Scott that Warren and Jean had worked to lead him towards in her dismissal of his affections for someone else with more to offer along the way. Wanting more than anything to express how he felt about their time together, Steve stretched his fingers out to caress Scott’s cheek, working with his touch to encourage Scott to raise his chin up again to see the way that Steve was focused entirely on the beautiful man before him.
“Sub in training?” Scott countered behind an arched brow and a pinched expression while raising his face up to his companion with uncertainty rolling over his skin in questioning what Steve’s desires entailed for him.
“Only if you want to be,” Steve answered honestly before bridging the distance between them and reaching out to cup Scott’s face in his hands. He needed Scott to see that whatever plans Steve had for himself before he’d stepped into that art class had been shaken up not only by his desire, but by the ways that Scott’s presence filled his life with inspiration and the promise of something different beyond the empty thrills Steve and Tony had been chasing together in the club scene, “Only if it feels right for us moving forward. If it’s what you think you might want.”
“Did Tony feel right for you when he was in your bed like I was this morning?” Scott angled his face up to search Steve’s features once again behind what Steve knew only too well was a feeling that could drive them in opposite directions if he didn’t tread carefully in his answer. Sweeping his thumb across Scott’s bottom lip, Steve leaned in closer, catching a touch of moisture from the flick of Scott’s tongue over the center of his own lips before the words that fell from Scott’s lips left Steve at a standstill, “Did you like sleeping with him knowing that he could offer you all the things that you could never find with someone inexperienced like me?”
“This isn’t a conversation we should be having. Certainly not now. That’s never what Tony and I were…it doesn’t matter Scott. Tony’s old news and nothing more than a friend for me,” Steve stepped back releasing Scott’s face before returning to the kitchen island where Tony’s donuts were still left untouched in his reach, “You must be hungry. How about a donut?”
“Steve…” Scott spoke his name behind a desperate appeal, reaching for something that was just beyond his grasp, seeking out validation and encouragement about what it meant for someone like him to be in Steve’s life sharing in something that Scott himself hadn’t been well versed on when it came to relationships.
“You should eat,” Steve’s words were deliberately distanced, his mind shuffling through thoughts that were just beyond Scott’s reach in his approach, “You must be hungry by now. It’s been a while since dinner last night and…”
“Does the idea of having a sub appeal to you?” Scott asked behind a nervous breath. His feet shuffled across the surface of the floor, lending a heaviness to his step in his uncertain approach before pushing the envelope further in their conversation with one another, “Was Tony your sub?”
“Tony’s not a sub,” Steve answered circling around the island to open one of the cabinets and pull out a plate for Scott along with a glass for the juice Steve had waiting in his refrigerator for him. He stepped back before switching directions and opening the refrigerator with his back turned to Scott in their conversation, “That’s part of why things didn’t work out between him and me because we were too alike in far too many ways. We both like to be in control to the point that it blinds us to what it means to be on the other side letting go—letting someone else bring us to pleasures in ways that others find freedom.”
“So,” Scott swallowed down a hard breath as Steve’s words seemed to shake him more than comfort him in the truth they carried, “then you were in a relationship with Tony?”
“We’re friends Scott,” Steve reiterated straight to the point.
“With benefits,” Scott was still searching as Steve carried the juice along with the plate and glass over to the countertop to position it in front of Scott in the hopes of getting him to pick up on Steve’s suggestion to eat something.
“Sometimes,” Steve replied honestly before sliding all three items over to Scott and delivering him yet another nudge by motioning to the box Tony had delivered, “Get yourself a donut Scott.”
“What’s it like?” Scott sank down onto one of the stools Steve had set up across from where he was standing behind the counter. He touched his fingers over the edge of the counter, tracing along the curve of the smooth surface before asking further, “Being with Tony I mean? Did you enjoy him when you were together?”
“Do you enjoy torturing yourself with this conversation?” Steve scoffed before reaching into the box and pulling out a chocolate donut for Scott if for no other reason to get something behind Scott’s lips to silence the inquiries that were visibly tearing apart the confidence that Scott had building up towards being with Steve in their morning together. It wasn’t quite so obvious as Scott was trying to be pragmatic, clearing his expression, yet Steve knew it was there festering inside of the man who’d rocked his world earlier upon awakening. Knowing that no good would come from the talk between them, Steve softened his approach and positioned the donut on the plate before walking back over to the cabinet to get himself a glass for juice as well in the hopes of finding his center, “There’s nothing good that will come out of this conversation where Tony’s concerned.”
“Might let me know what I’m in for in our time together given that Tony’s so smart and handsome, wealthy and witty in ways that…I mean I don’t like him, but even I’m not blind to Tony’s appeal,” Scott continued to prod further, “He’s sexy even if he’s a bit of a dick and…”
“No one is denying Tony’s appeal Scott, but just because he’s sexy doesn’t mean that any of who he is has taken away from what I want here with you,” Steve explained pushing his palms out flat over the countertop with his back still turned, fighting to clear his head and approach things in ways that didn’t cause the situation to erupt before he looked over his shoulder at Scott again, “This is where I want to be sharing this morning with you. Not out with Tony chasing a cheap thrill that never really satisfied either one of us when we were doing it.”
“So then you didn’t like sleeping with Tony?” Scott’s voice hitched with hopefulness behind his question. He twisted around in his stool, picking at the donut in front of him before regarding Steve again.
“I never said that either,” Steve finally twisted around to lean up against the counter, observing Scott in his words before relenting enough to try to repair the morning between them, “Tony’s an incredible lover and he knows it. I know it, but what I’m also certain of is that as good as things felt when we were together, there was always something just beyond our reach—something that made us less than compatible which is why we mutually decided for the sake of the team and each other that we were better off as friends.”
“Who still sleep together when the mood hits?” Scott prodded again.
“Yes,” Steve answered bringing one hand up through his hair, “but usually not just the two of us.”
“You mean you have other people with you when…?” Scott’s jaw went slack before he was quick to recover from his naïve response, “So when you were talking about Loki before what you were really saying was that you both…”
“That was a conversation you weren’t supposed to be listening to,” Steve frowned as tension coiled over his body, “It wasn’t a situation that concerns where we are and…”
“Where are we Steve? What is it that you truly want from me?” Scott countered sitting up straighter and abandoning the chocolate donut in favor of standing his ground in their talk. He stretched his fingers out across the smooth surface that Steve had him bent over and begging on the night before when something else seemed to settle over him. His gaze was directed at Steve behind his glasses, his words still searching for answers beyond his reach. His long fingers stretched out across the countertop to where Tony’s club card remained. Scott plucked it up within his grasp before spinning it around to take in the information before him, “Is that what you and Tony used to do? Scour clubs looking for someone to train to be your sub for a good time so that you could still experience pleasures together?”
“Look Scott I…” Steve was on the verge of snapping, raising his fingers up in the air while clenching the glass in hand before he rethought his approach. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before taking small steps to return to the island countertop, “Tony and I have been friends for years. The things we did together were things that we came upon sharing because of our mutual interests.”
“In sex,” Scott searched for clarification.
“In part,” Steve conceded with a stretch of his fingers over the neck of the juice bottle. Dragging it across the top of the counter, he twisted the cap off before reaching for Scott’s still empty glass and pouring them both a drink, “but it’s a touch more complicated than that. What Tony and I have together is a trust between us that’s important to any strong relationship. Without trust there’s always a wall between you that severs the potential for anything real so long as you get caught up in the details of…”
“But you had a lot of sex with him, yes?” Scott rolled the card around in his fingers, staring at it as if it unlocked the key to a mystery untold in his quest for answers.
“Tony and I have…a bond between us that neither intrudes upon nor diminishes what you and I are sorting out between us because we’ve taken the time to sort out what our friendship means and what lines we’re unwilling to cross with one another in terms of love,” Steve was quick to answer before filling the first glass. He slid it back over to Scott before working to fill his own, “We’ve been known to spend our off hours together, but I can assure you that there’s nothing romantic happening between us. Certainly not now.”
“Just fucking,” Scott clarified behind a bristling response unwilling to let go of the things that were troubling him in his discoveries.
“At times,” Steve nodded in resignation.
“Are you doing it now?” Scott asked still unconvinced of Steve’s answers in his approach.
“No, I’m with you,” Steve answered without hesitation reaching out across the counter to squeeze at Scott’s fingers not holding the card. When Scott appeared to tense up further Steve withdrew from the touch and frowned.
“But when you’re not with me,” Scott probed further before lowering the card he was holding. He was still gripping on it, clasping it in his fingers as if he was still trying to sort it out before his lip curled even further, “what then?”
“Then I’m thinking about how I’m going to spend my time with you,” Steve added before shaking his head and setting the juice bottle down in the hopes of steering them back to where he’d hoped they could be for the morning together, “Scott, I promise you that Tony is a non-issue. We’re not sleeping together right now, nor do I have any plans to be returning to that again in the foreseeable future.”
“Because you want me to be your sub to play with and train like you told Tony to go out and find for himself?” Scott asked quietly before twisting around on his seat again, refusing to look directly at Steve when it was clear he wasn’t any closer to returning to their gentle morning of bliss in each other’s arms.
“Do you even know what that means Scott? Do you understand what goes along with that position in someone’s life?” Steve asked behind an arched brow, lifting his glass to his lips before rethinking the gesture. He set the glass down before leaning in over the countertop to eye Scott with a new curiosity, “You don’t, do you? Maybe you should look that up in what it entails before you start asking me twenty questions about Tony knowing that he’s not at all what has inspired me to reach out for you.”
“He seemed pretty insistent that you go with him to this place tonight because it was something that you’d like doing with him,” Scott waved the card around in the air in remembering Tony’s pleading words.
“And since you were spying on us, you clearly must’ve heard that I was very adamant about not having any interest in exploring what that place had to offer,” Steve plucked the card from Scott’s fingers before tearing it into two pieces and tossing it into the trash can around the corner of the kitchen island, “It’s not my scene.”
“What is your scene?” Scott asked behind a nervous breath, shifting around to follow Steve’s movement with his covered eyes, not wanting to let go of his curiosities in trying to decipher just what it was Tony’s arrival would mean moving forward to things happening with Steve.
“Not this either,” Steve sighed before circling around to stand beside him with a sigh upon his lips. Knowing that it was a lot for Scott to take in, Steve touched his cheek wanting to encourage Scott to see that this was not how he’d planned on their time going after the beautiful beginnings between them, “Look Scott I’m sorry that Tony intruded on our morning together because believe me this is the last thing I wanted for us to have to deal with, but I can assure you that I’m not going to any club with him tonight because I’m not interested.”
“Because of me being here?” Scott’s words were hopeful as Steve approached him.
“Yeah,” Steve finally cracked behind a smile, stretching his fingers out to caress the sharp, sculpted lines of Scott’s face in his return to their earlier alone time together. His smile widened further, his heart filled with a different kind of excitement knowing that there was something special about the beautiful man before him perched upon his kitchen stool and pouting before him, “because of you. Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know. I just…after the way that Tony was talking before…” Scott fumbled with his words as Steve’s fingers were working over the smooth line of his shoulder, using only his index finger to remind Scott of the heat of their connection beyond the frustration of the morning between them.
“Tony likes to talk big, but he’s full of hot air and clueless about what it is he truly needs in his life,” Steve inched in closer working to cup Scott’s face in hands to angle Scott’s head up towards meeting him head on in their conversation, “He’s working with a lot of things that I’d really rather not talk about right now because it isn’t my place, but I’m telling you that Tony’s not looking for that scene either. He’s just avoiding everything else by escaping to what he thinks it has to offer.”
“What does it have to offer?” Scott’s question was surrounded by a warmth in his cheeks and an upward angle of his head to pull more answers from Steve.
“Nothing that comes close to what I’m finding here with you,” Steve answered leaning in to press a chaste kiss over Scott’s forehead before dipping back enough to look directly at Scott’s ruby lenses before him, “You know that, right?”
“I mean…”
“I told you when we started this that I wasn’t looking for something that was like what you’re used to with what you endured with Jean. I’m not looking to break your heart kitten because the idea of doing that shatters me,” Steve confessed with a chaste spill of warmth across Scott’s cheeks in slow, doting kisses meant to ply Scott with the tenderness that Tony’s arrival had stolen from him. His thumbs pushed out over Scott’s hollowed out cheekbones, working to etch their warmth over the beautiful canvas before him in his approach, “Yet I also asked you to be certain that it was me you wanted in all of this.”
“I am,” Scott answered behind a tease of a whimper across his lips, angling his head up higher and indicating that behind those bright ruby-colored shades that his eyes were closing to soak up the tenderness in Steve’s approach.
“Good because I told you from the start that you inspire me—that you make me want to feel things that I’ve been without for so very long,” Steve’s tongue dipped across the seam in Scott’s mouth, parting his plump flesh and stealing the tang of the soft warmth that filled his dreams the night before. In the tender sweep, Steve tasted himself on Scott’s lips, remembering the way Scott had swallowed him down with eagerness and enthusiasm, hoping to take Steve to the stars in his delicious approach to their awakening.
“I want to be that for you,” Scott whimpered against Steve’s kiss, parting his lips and welcoming Steve to slip in deeper, to take what he needed while making Scott feel beautiful and alive, filled with delicious sensation and raw sexual energy in ways that mere kissing couldn’t compare.
Caught up in their lips and tongues weaved together by temptation, Scott’s trembling fingers were stretching out to squeeze at Steve’s shoulder, encouraging Steve to step in closer and bring them both towards what they’d needed in their morning together.
“You make me want to be more than what I was before,” Steve breathlessly reminded Scott as he held him, sketching a silent pattern across Scott’s skin. Warmth spread across his face mirroring the reflective lenses covering Scott’s eyes and keeping him safe behind the protections he’d used to keep himself distanced from the world around him, “That if we did this that it would be you and I in this together exploring the possibility of what it means to inspire one another. No one else.”
“I know what you said but…” Scott’s earlier uneasiness stole his lips from Steve’s causing their kisses to end when Scott pushed back on the stool.
“But nothing. If I’m ready to commit to what this is with all that I am then consider that Scott,” Steve promised in another heartfelt plea, reaching for Scott again with thick fingers sweeping through Scott’s messy dark hair to tangle and twist it in a quick pull coaxing Scott to slide across the stool over to the edge with legs parting and body ablaze with the heat Steve was offering in his approach. Steve’s blue eyes were watching him, taking in his every breath before his thumbs were once again caressing those beautifully sculpted lines of the face that filled his mind even when they were apart, “If I asked you to do the same in giving your all to me, then you need to see that I’m not going to be going out there looking for someone else to fill your place at my side when you’re the only muse in my mind—that’s touched this part of me that was lost for so very long…”
“But Tony said…” Scott stammered with his words.
Scott’s cheeks were growing a deeper shade of crimson as Steve bridged the gap between them to bite down on Scott’s bottom lip in a sharp nip, holding nothing back in his truth. One arm eased around Scott’s thin body with fingers pushing out across Scott’s bottom to pull him in closer, to damn near take him off the chair in his approach yet leaving him so very close to the edge in needing Steve to balance himself.
“I know what Tony said, but that’s not who I am in the here and now,” Steve’s words almost seemed to surprise him as well when they fell from his lips. He kept Scott in his embrace, pushing his fingers out across the thin fabric of Scott’s briefs. Scott’s own hand was centered over Steve’s chest, feeling the steady warmth of his racing heart beneath Scott’s touch revealing the truth behind the desire that the beautiful man before him carried for Scott in their endeavors, “I know that I have a history before we met—one that might have shaped who I am now in ways that I fear might turn you away from trusting me should you get a glimpse of what I’m truly capable of when it comes to sex and passion, but…”
“How can you want something more from me when Tony said that you and he used to…?” Scott’s words were silenced by Steve’s kiss, pushing past his defenses. Steve was pulling Scott up higher, twisting onto the side of the stool with toes hooked into the bar underneath the give himself leverage to angle up closer and reach for the man who was holding him so tight in their conversation.
“I don’t want to talk about Tony. Not when I’m standing here looking at you,” Steve decided squeezing at Scott’s pert, perfect bottom and moving in to claim Scott’s lips in a kiss meant to convey the truth behind his words.
As Steve pulled Scott up off the bend and into his arms, he pushed his thumb underneath the elastic of Scott’s briefs sliding the material down over the right side. He began sampling the warmth that had been beyond his reach--knowing that in doing so it would stir up the feeling of confusion, bringing with the touch an ache for something that Steve feared would never be enough in his approach. Still, he coveted it like the air he breathed, needed it like oxygen when he felt the warmth of Scott’s lips parting to accept him. Rising higher against the stool, Scott was balancing his weight against Steve’s chest, pushing into Steve whose tongue was slipping past Scott’s damp, ravenous mouth to steal a taste of heaven intermingled with the coffee and turnover still lingering over Steve’s lips.
Taking the initiative to raise Scott up and guide him against Steve’s chest so that Scott had no choice, but to give himself over to Steve entirely, Steve’s thick fingers of one hand held him, pushing down over the length of his spine while the other stretched the elastic around Scott’s waist, peeling it away from his rounded bottom to experience the heat of the man he’d invited into his life.
“Come here you,” Steve breathed into Scott encouraging Scott to balance himself on the side of the stool. Scott started pushing away from it to give Steve opportunity to continue to peel away at Scott’s briefs, working them down over one side of his body before stepping forward to encourage Scott to sit down again.
Silently Scott did as he was told, watching behind parted lips. Steve was kneeling next to the stool, reaching up on his knees to take the edge of the bunched briefs into his fingers, positioning his hands over each hip before nodding up towards Scott to push off the seat. Steadying himself with one hand on the countertop Scott followed Steve’s instruction, soaking up the damp heat of Steve’s ravenous lips kissing in between his thighs, warming him in places that had Scott arching his back and moaning. He began opening his mouth and pleading when Steve’s hand followed the path his lips were on, touching Scott’s inner thighs and warming him up in ways that he hadn’t been prepared for after Tony’s exit.
“You’re so beautiful kitten,” Steve’s tender kisses pushed up higher against Scott’s exposed hip, his tongue swirling across the anticipation that licked over Scott’s body, putting him on sensory overload. Steve’s left hand tugged the material down across Scott’s long, lean legs discarding them on the floor before reaching between Scott’s thighs to spread his legs wider.
“Steve,” Scott whimpered slapping the countertop and twisting around towards Steve’s lips, beckoning Steve to push up higher and kiss him, tasting the vulnerable skin with need so raw it hurt to ache for it so much.
With his empty fingers, Scott was reaching for Steve’s blonde hair, moaning, and begging for Steve’s kisses to return to him, to bring him to pleasure in ways that they’d promised each other they’d take their time facing. In a desperate attempt for more, Scott pushed closer to the edge of the chair, whimpering when he was rewarded by the feel of Steve’s lips around him, kissing his hardening length with all the same tenderness and urgency they’d experienced the night before when everything was a disarray of sensation and blissful beginnings.
“Please…” Scott whined without restraint, his body lengthening in his lover’s grasp, fighting to keep him from focus and pulling at places inside of Scott that had him begging for something more. His fingers were still entrenched in Steve’s hair. His thighs were trembling at the way Steve’s fingers were still spreading out across his skin, spilling their delicious warmth, and encouraging Scott to spread his thighs wider, to invite Steve’s kisses to fill him with hope and possibility, his touch to ruin every consideration Scott had taken to keep control in his life.
“Oh, how you inspire me,” Steve’s words hummed against Scott’s inner thigh, his teeth nipping at the vulnerable skin just beyond Scott’s groin. Steve drew back enough to trail moisture and heat over Scott’s body, reaching that place inside of Scott that left him begging for a different kind of surrender, “As much as I know you believe I could abandon you, the truth is that I could never get enough of this…of having you just like this.”
“Steve, I…” Scott wanted to say so much, to find a way to show Steve what he was feeling, caught up in so many uncertainties and desires that he’d always repressed knowing that it would be dangerous to slip into that hunger he’d tucked away for so very long.
With a touch of encouragement, Steve reached for Scott’s leg, raising it up over his shoulder before angling his chin up to catch the way Scott’s fingers had clamped onto the seat behind where he was teetering off the edge, where his trembling body was flush with want, overflowing with need until Steve’s fingers were reaching for his other leg. Steve continued pulling Scott even closer to the edge to allow for his talented lips to ravish Scott all over again, swallowing down Scott’s length and providing him with more sensation than he knew what to do with.
Bent and bowed on the seat before Steve, Scott’s head fell back. His lips came crashing apart, the sounds flowing from behind their swollen depths revealing a man entranced by a new kind of hunger, experiencing something that with the warmth of Steve’s touch was driving him to a different kind of distraction.
“More than anything I wanted to wait—to make you see that this isn’t just what you fear it could be…” Steve moaned against Scott’s overheated flesh, working his magic over every inch of Scott’s body. His teeth sank into Scott’s thigh accompanied by the swirling, sweeping motions of Steve’s tongue creating a different sensation pulsating through Scott’s body. His hands were pushing up and out behind Scott, cradling his back almost to center him before Steve drew back from swallowing down Scott’s arousal and revealed behind red-faced hunger a man driven by something that went beyond the manners and the casual teasing they’d faced in one another in the past, “but I’m greedy Scott. I can only show so much restraint before…”
“I’ve never been able to truly let go of mine,” Scott confessed stretching his fingers out to touch Steve’s cheek, to memorize the way that Captain America looked caged between his thighs, so close to becoming unhinged with the taste of Scott on his lips and the weight of Scott’s legs surrounding him from his position on the floor.
“Then you’ve never felt true freedom like what I could offer you because letting go with me is truly your only viable option,” Steve decided behind a low roar of urgency. His lips surrounded Scott again, pushing Scott further into the unknown swept up in temptation and pleading for something he was convinced was too greedy to ask for in their time together. With a push of his hips, Scott was rising off the stool, working his toes over the hard, knotted muscles that contoured Steve’s spine, wanting to ground himself in his desire, to experience the pleasures he’d been denied so very long at Charles Xavier’s school searching to fill the shoes that the man who’d given him a new life offered him.
“I don’t want to wait any longer to feel alive,” Scott whimpered with another forward push, damn near crashing over the edge of the stool if it wasn’t for Steve holding him, keeping him steady against the storm raging within. His heart was racing, lips damp and pleading with Steve’s kisses heightening his urgency, bringing Scott from his suspicion and insecurities to sensation and agonizing want, needing so much more from the man he’d convinced himself he’d be losing after Tony’s arrival.
“Then let me show you the key to freedom,” Steve abruptly pulled away from his intimate kisses, careful to ease Scott’s leg off his shoulder before suddenly Steve was on his feet again.
Steve’s thick hands were cupping Scott’s face, wrenching Scott in towards him to kiss him without restraint, to reveal the hunger of the man Steve had been trying to hide from his young lover, wanting and needing, craving that something that he’d tried to deny himself in their earlier exchanges. Now with determined blue eyes, Steve was commanding it from Scott, bringing him to the breaking point in his kisses, reaching out across the space between them to squeeze at Steve’s shoulders and pull him closer, needing the heat of Steve’s body against his, into his as they were caught up in each other.
With Steve’s strong palm pushing down the length of Scott’s spine, Steve’s fingers squeezed gently with just enough guidance to prompt Scott’s long, lean thighs to surround Steve’s waist in their time together. Wordlessly Scott silently complied with Steve’s request twisting around the hard, beautiful lines of the body before him, wanting to experience all of it before Steve was climbing up higher, twisting around, and raising Scott up away from the chair until he was seated on the edge of the island countertop looking like his every fantasy brought to life.
“I need you to know what it is you do to me,” Steve breathlessly promised after their kiss shared together. In a desperate plea, Steve’s face flushed. His body was damn near trembling as he held Scott close to him, “Is that going to be a problem for you?”
“Not a chance,” Scott answered behind broken breaths kissing Steve again and again wanting to lock the memory into his mind long after the thrill was over, far from the days when Steve would realize how broken Scott was in coming up short against Steve’s former lovers like Tony or anyone else that had captured Steve’s attention long before Scott rolled into his life. There was something there in that awakening, in that damning thought that caused Scott to shake for entirely different reasons, breaking away from the kiss to search Steve’s hungry blue eyes with an uncertainty behind his own mutation keeping him from the kind of intimacy others had lost themselves to, “I want to be enough for you Steve.”
“You’re more than enough,” Steve promised stepping in closer and pulling Scott to the edge of the counter, peppering him with scattered kisses and spreading warmth across his flesh in encouraging Scott to lay over the stretch of the counter, to give himself to Steve’s command in knowing that whatever came next it would change everything between them moving forward.
Chapter 6: Passion
Summary:
Scott and Steve find their way to passion as Scott learns what it means to have a super soldier boyfriend in his life.
Notes:
This chapter is an extension of where they were in the last. They can take full accountability for what follows as this chapter is all on them for breaking the rules on my outline and notations for what is to be, but I hope everyone enjoys this wild ride :)
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The crashing sound of the heavy bedroom door being kicked open was secondary to the way it felt to have Steve’s arms around Scott, driving him from the cool surface of the kitchen countertop to the blankets they’d abandoned a short while earlier when Tony’s unexpected arrival had shaken things up in ways they hadn’t been prepared for. Lost in tantalizing kisses, Scott held on to Steve tighter than before, allowing Steve to take him anywhere he’d wanted to go until finally Scott was perched upon a sea of cushy, heaping blankets surrounded by warmth and the cottony comforts that Steve had provided him the night before.
Only this time Steve wasn’t waxing poetic about waiting or filled with uncertainty in his touches. His blue eyes were driven by desire, his hands warming Scott in places that had Scott twisting and begging, arching up off the bed with a dig of his heels into the blankets, wanting to ground himself in their time together. Steve’s large hands were under Scott, guiding his body up to Steve’s remarkable kisses, working something wonderful over Scott’s every synapse with fire and passion tugging at that part of him he’d often ignored in his time alone. Everything inside of Scott was aching beyond anything he’d ever known when want superseded logic in allowing instinct to take control of his actions. No longer contained within his fear and insecurity, his mind was racing with possibility as everything he’d been begging for was suddenly closer to his reach.
In Steve’s tender touches Scott was reckless and impatient, wanting to learn more about the lover he coveted, to understand what it was that Steve meant with his cryptic response to Scott’s questioning. Knowing that there was far more happening beyond their physical connection and Scott’s inability to find the words to express his thoughts, Scott sank into Steve’s arms wanting their touches together to convey just what he was asking for in his earlier uncertainty.
“You’re so beautiful Scott,” Steve’s words were balm to his soul, a sweep of tenderness soaking into his skin with the light, feathery kisses that Steve plied upon his skin.
In Steve’s arms Scott was on fire, alive in ways that he’d convinced himself he’d never feel after Jean had taken to shattering his heart by chasing after the other guy who had far more to offer than Scott did. Perhaps that’s why the morning with Tony stung so hard for Scott. Tony, much like Warren, was everything Scott hadn’t been. Handsome and rich, witty and charming, well-versed in all the ways to allure and entice someone that Scott had barely fumbled over at best in his attempts at matters of the heart. Tony’s connection with Steve had left Scott feeling like he was once again on the outside, destined to lose the one thing that had delivered him to a new purpose beyond Charles Xavier’s dream. Yes, Scott knew from the start that their flirtation could prove to be fleeting and tentative at best, but it felt good.
Oh, how it felt good, Scott rationalized with Steve’s arms around him, pulling him close and keeping them connected in their kisses and heavy petting.
There was something about the solid strength around Scott that had him feeling connected, no longer alone and inside his head with his body revealing the secret desires to be craved and consumed that he’d worked to repress for so very long. It was as if Steve could feel them etched upon Scott’s skin in his touches, working his magic spell over the impenetrable walls that Scott surrounded himself with to break through the surface, to see the once terrified boy crying out for connection, wanting to belong to something more than just the team. Yes, it was his life, but beyond that Scott had felt empty and broken, unable to convey just how lonely he was until Steve had offered him something more—another way to face the day in his new lover’s arms. It was as if everything around Scott was in an uproar, his mind and body ceasing to be at war in Steve’s embrace with his cock harder than he’d thought possible after all Steve’s teasing. Now they’d come full circle with Steve holding him, stroking his body, and caressing Scott in places he’d longed to be touched.
With his lips parted and his chin angled back against the pillow beneath him, Scott lost himself to the tiny, tantalizing bites Steve’s teeth made over his sharp jawline, delivering a delicious pinch of awareness that caused Scotts body to shift and twist beneath his lover. In between the deliberate, savory bites, Steve’s roaming fingers were pushing down over Scott’s abdomen, savoring the slow-simmering heat beneath the surface knowing that Scott was his entirely for the taking. When Steve’s lips suctioned over the base of Scott’s throat, tongue sweeping against his pulse in time with Steve’s fingers pushing across the length of Scott’s arousal, Scott had resorted to begging. He pushed against the weight of Steve’s body, stretching his fingers out and squeezing at the blanket beneath him only to be met by Steve’s upward strokes over his flesh now leaking with the urgent arousal Steve had brought him to. When Steve’s teeth sank into Scott’s earlobe Scott’s body was on overload, yet there was something else that hung heavy in his abdomen in knowing that Steve’s hunger was there only for him.
Me, the voice in Scott’s head was screaming out as his arms surrounded Steve’s body, wanting more than anything to be more to Steve than just another pretty face and someone to discard in their time together.
Captain America wants me. Just me, Scott could hear that inner voice swirling around in his thoughts, allowing the reality of what was happening to fuel his body with a different kind of courage, building with the way that Steve was dragging Scott up towards his lips again.
With a sturdy hand, Steve’s kisses descended over the long lean lines of Scott’s body, doting on every dip and curve in between soft pets and tender presses. There was a sense of restraint and urgency, yet Steve maintained his position over Scott working his divine lips and tongue over Scott’s length leaving no inch unexplored in his doting until with a curl of his large palm Steve was squeezing at Scott’s thigh. Angling his head in towards the warmth between Scott’s smooth flesh, Steve sank his teeth into the muscle beneath Scott’s groin, stealing the murmurs falling from Scott’s lips and replacing them with an unabashed moan at the combination of desire and welcome pinch of pain that Steve marking him brought over Scott’s body. It stirred beneath the reddened surface of Scott’s skin, shooting tiny impulses through Scott’s body rushing over his cock and deep into his abdomen when Steve bit him again. This time following up with a hot, damp sweep of his tongue across the surface of Scott’s flesh. Steve’s gripping fingers were curling in underneath the back of Scott’s knee, bending his leg slightly before his lips sucked down on Scott’s flesh marking him with his naughty kisses.
“Cap…oh,” Scott raised his head up off the pillow, watching the way that Steve’s body moved, his lips and tongue chasing desire as it revealed itself upon Scott, playing him in his erotic rhythm in bringing him to sensation until finally Steve’s grip on Scott’s leg became harder, pushing at his thigh in his silent command.
Wordlessly Steve dragged Scott’s leg over his shoulder, causing Scott to slip against the blankets before he felt the solid strength of Steve beneath the slow curl of his body stretched out over Steve’s spine. A few seconds later Steve repeated the process with Scott’s other leg, finding a means of balancing Scott over his strength. Holding Scott close to him and keeping him grounded once those tantalizing lips were working between Scott’s bottom to search for his eager opening, Steve’s tongue pushed out past the muscular globes now parted for Steve’s attention, wanting and needing something more. For a few seconds, Steve pulled back and nipped at Scott’s bottom, angling his head up to make certain that Scott was looking up at him from where he’d been stretched out on the blankets, flushed and begging. With a smile on his face, Steve winked down at Scott before leaning in closer and circling his wicked tongue against Scott’s nerve-filled rim in bringing him to a different kind of surrender.
“Steve…that’s…oh…mmm…oh…,” Scott whimpered and arched against the bed, stretching up higher with only his hands against the mattress to guide his movements in the ways his lower half was angled up towards Steve. In the way Steve was commanding his body, Scott was at his lover’s mercy, unable to look away at Steve’s eager doting. When Steve’s tongue worked in deeper, Scott began pushing higher if only a fraction of an inch and forcing himself to give his body over to the way Steve’s tongue was inside of him, working a damp heat over his most private place, making him pliable in ways that he’d convinced himself he could control.
“Oh fuck please…Steve…I…oh…” Scott cried out against his sense of propriety, slapping his hand up above his head on the blankets to reach for the pillow he’d been clawing at earlier and squeezing it tight. Scott used his upper body strength to force himself up closer to Steve, overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensation and longing that went beyond the last time Steve took to teasing him that way, still so very new to Scott’s experiences. It was almost too much and simultaneously not enough leaving Scott mesmerized in watching as Steve’s mouth doted on him, tongue plundering into Scott’s body in ways that had Scott wondering how in the hell he’d gone so long without ever experiencing kisses like that.
Everything inside of Scott was on the verge of a new awakening, alive and ready for all the pleasures Steve had to offer with his glorious tongue doing wicked, dirty things that no one outside of their time together would’ve imagined Captain America could do. However, much with everything Steve did on the battlefield, he gave his all to pleasuring Scott in pushing his way inside of Scott’s body that craved him so very much. He was fierce and relentless, making love to Scott with his tongue and causing Scott to break apart from within knowing that he’d never experience something this wonderful again outside of Steve’s arms. Burying his fingers deeper in the pillow beneath him, Scott whimpered and begged clawing at the soft cotton cover in a violent twist, pushing his lower half up higher nearly convinced it couldn’t get any better—that it wouldn’t be any more wonderful until somewhere in the blur of sensation Scott felt Steve’s mouth release its delicious hold on him, gently lowering Scott to the blankets again before he crawled over the side of the bed to break the spell between them.
“Stay there,” Steve instructed rushing out of the room only to be met by the sounds of Scott’s incoherent protesting pleas, unfulfilled and waiting, wanting so much more until after what felt like an eternity Steve reappeared with a few things in hand, dropping them across the blankets in his return to the bed.
With his knee pressed against the edge of the mattress, Steve’s heavy weight felt like heaven over Scott’s restlessness. So much so that when his fingers were reaching for Scott’s hip, silently encouraging Scott to turn around on the bed, Scott readily obliged. Reaching for the pillow he’d been anchoring himself with before, Scott bunched it up beneath his head and chest, swallowing down a breath and preparing for whatever heaven Steve was ready to take him to. There was a murmur of damp lips against the back of his neck, the underside of Steve’s palm sweeping across the length of Scott’s spine, working over the center into the arched dip just above the curve of his bottom. It was there that Steve’s fingers stilled, his breath growing ragged until with a shift on the mattress beneath his weight, Steve was suddenly stretched out over Scott, allowing for the feel of his heavy body to comfort Scott, to spread its heat across the length of Scott’s spine welcome and possessive in his approach. Soon after Steve’s lips were returning to the back of Scott’s neck as one arm curled around Scott’s shoulders, working over Scott’s chest to drag him up higher on the blankets.
“I ache for you Scott so much so that I fear I could break you when this hunger for you consumes me,” Steve murmured in between nibbles and soft kisses over the back of Scott’s neck, “You have no idea how hard it’s been to deny myself the opportunity to claim you as my own—to make you mine knowing that you deserve so much more than someone as broken as I am.”
“I’m broken too,” Scott managed to get out, whimpering when Steve’s kisses reached that spot over Scott’s neck that made him tremble all over again.
“But that doesn’t mean you deserve someone as lost as I’ve been,” Steve divulged with a hint of less certainty than what he’d carried in their time together. With a shift of his body and another squeeze of his arm around Scott, his kiss lifted drawing forth a tenderness before he explained himself further, “As much as you despise Tony, there’s so much of him in me—that I’ve fought to keep hidden from the world around me, but he’s there. That predatory man guided by his desires who could fall into darkness—who can take without mercy, who needs to consume and control, wanting to chase the light in a search for redemption against his sins. The things I’ve done in the name of learning to feel something again after what I lost before when Bucky fell out of my life Scott… Some of them have been deplorable. They are things that haunt me, but to feel so powerful and passionate about someone, to invite them in so completely only to lose everything all because I wasn’t strong enough. I don’t want to do that again, to hurt someone else the ways that I hurt Bucky when I did those awful things to break him. I made so many mistakes and…”
“They are of no consequence to us being together,” Scott’s breath hitched in the back of his throat. He found the strength to look back over his shoulder, to see the inner struggle Steve was facing stretched out over him and keeping him close, “right?”
“Perhaps,” Steve considered what Scott was saying before his fingers swept across the side of Scott’s face, “but what I know to be true is that the last thing I could ever want is to hurt you—to make you feel bad about who you are knowing how truly remarkable you have proven yourself to be. You deserve more than to believe you could ever be second best in anyone’s eyes. You deserve everything Scott.”
“I want that…with you,” Scott replied without hesitation, pushing his bottom up higher to roll back against Steve, to feel the heat of Steve’s urgency pressed against his thigh, involuntarily shifting and rocking in between the warmth of Scott and the blankets beneath him, “I need you Steve.”
“And I need you, so much that it makes me fear that after one taste it’ll never be enough. It’s been so long since I’ve felt something this strong,” Steve’s reckless words revealed themselves with tongue sweeping across Scott’s earlobe before he let out a pained breath, “which is why I’m so afraid to lose it—to shatter it before it starts all because of the man I am getting in the way of what you need.”
“Why don’t you let me decide what I need Steve?” Scott tossed back at him before shifting beneath Steve again. Releasing the pillow, Scott’s fingers stretched out behind him, to tangle within Steve’s blonde hair to drag him in closer in the hopes of reminding Steve what they stood to gain in one another’s arms, “I’m not Bucky.”
“No,” Steve stiffened against Scott’s observation, falling to silence that for a moment Scott feared would lead Steve to retreat from the bed and walk away from the hunger they’d fallen into with one another, “you aren’t which is why I don’t want to make the same mistakes with you that I did with him. I don’t want to hurt you like I…”
“Trust me when I tell you I’m a lot harder to break,” Scott found the courage to speak up against his instincts, to remember how tough he’d forced himself to be through the years facing down so many hurts outside of what the world knew of his past.
“No, you aren’t Scott and that’s what worries me,” Steve sighed dipping down to kiss his shoulder behind a defeated breath, “As much as you want to be, we both know how easy it could be to cause your heart to break and I won’t allow myself to be the source of that pain—to share in that agony you felt before when you were on the outside of an opportunity for happiness with Jean. I don’t want you to ever doubt my affection for you or what it means for me to hold you—to want to share this part of who I am with you. Even if the man you’re with is flawed and full of mistakes, I don’t want to ever lead you to believe that what we’re doing here could be a mistake.”
“The only mistake you could make in all of this is keeping me at arm’s length and pushing me away from all that you are,” Scott’s fingers gripped harder on Steve’s hair, wrenching Steve in over his shoulder, to brush his nose against Scott’s sculpted cheek, bumping into the edge of his glasses before they were stretched out together on the bed, surrounded by blankets and need, “I know that you’ll take care of me Steve. I trust you with all that I am.”
“Then let me find a way to prove to you I’m worthy of that trust,” Steve vowed behind a soft breath, kissing Scott’s cheek before sliding back and leaving Scott to question if Steve would retreat to his need to ‘protect’ Scott, yet Scott was pleasantly surprised to discover Steve hadn’t.
Instead, Steve’s kisses returned to Scott’s neck, providing a deeper tease when the arm that held Scott constricted tighter, claiming Scott with a push of his torso against Scott’s spine. Steve was covering him, enveloping him in heat before his other hand was reaching down between them, dragging Steve’s own pillow down across the sheets to reposition it beneath Scott’s hips. There was a moment of adjustment, a subtle shift of the squeeze Steve had across the expanse of Scott’s chest, but soon after Steve was pushing his fingers between Scott’s thighs spreading Scott’s legs apart wider than before, nudging him against the outer edges of the pillow before those skilled fingers were reaching out for the bottle Steve had tossed onto the blankets in his return.
“I want you so much,” Scott answered Steve’s desperate request, pushing up higher only to feel the stretch of his thighs hugging the pillow and exposing a part of himself to a man he’d once feared he could lose without warning.
Now after a moment’s breath of anticipation, Scott heard the bottle opening, listening as Steve’s rough squeeze over the plastic caused an outpouring of liquid to fill his palm behind a squeaking sound. It would almost be comical if Scott hadn’t already been focused on the slick sensation of Steve’s returning fingers working over his opening, touching over the places Steve had kissed and worked to temptation in his earlier teasing. Now with Steve’s finger pressed against Scott’s opening, Scott pushed harder into the pillow, spreading his legs wider only to feel Steve dip within, pushing past the restrictive muscle and searching for that place that caused Scott to beg and plead, incoherent and forceful into the pillow beneath his head to balance himself against the intrusion.
“I want this to feel good for you,” Steve nipped at the back of Scott’s shoulder, sinking his teeth deeper into Scott’s trembling body, working to ground him against the way it felt to have Steve slide in further. Taking his time Steve began curving his finger in his smooth slick thrust, encouraging Scott to welcome him within, chasing that coveted state of bliss until Scott dropped his head forward and whimpering into the pillow. In doing so he felt Steve’s arm return to his shoulders, pushing around his body to hold over Scott’s chest and guide him upward, angled and parted wide open to accept Steve’s two fingers now creating a different kind of sensation from within Scott.
Gritting his teeth, Scott tried to control his uneven breathing, overwhelmed by the way it felt to be stretched and sharing himself with Steve, to have Steve’s fingers filling him, relaxing his opening with careful consideration knowing that any wrong move could overwhelm Scott in his approach. Instead of questioning it Steve was once again kissing the back of Scott’s shoulder, holding him harder across his chest and encouraging Scott to ease up on tightening against the touch to breathe into relaxation with Steve’s fingers gently pumping inside of him. In Steve’s determined caress, he began to slide in deeper hoping to take Scott somewhere he’d feared he was never destined to go before they’d found one another.
“Look at me,” Steve commanded when Scott angled his head to the side, finding the strength to reopen his eyes and arch his head back to feel Steve stretched out over him. There was something hot and wild with Steve gauging Scott’s reactions from above. Steve’s hand holding him tight released Scott’s chest in favor of curling his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to claim him in a kiss, to rock his other fingers of his determined hand over Scott’s bottom from within the tight heat of Scott’s body, knowing how wonderful it would inevitably feel in their connection.
Together they kept kissing, tasting the fire and heat between them, knowing it could never be enough with Steve’s fingers inside Scott, chasing him closer to the edge of something wonderful in their non-verbal exchange. Between pants and soft grunts on Steve’s end, Scott was relaxing against the way it felt to have Steve’s probing touch inside him, savoring that special movement Steve made with the curve of his fingers that was building up a different kind of pleasure in Scott’s abdomen, causing his cock to twitch with anticipation, pushed up against the soft comfort of the pillow and surrounded by Steve over him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Steve’s kisses returned to Scott’s neck, his hands roaming over the length of Scott’s body, caressing his sides, teasing across his hips and tickling over his thighs.
Steve’s own arousal hung heavy between his legs, his body growing hotter against Scott in his subtle movements. Despite his obvious arousal Steve was controlled and measured enough with fingers pumping in and out of Scott wanting more than anything to take Scott somewhere he’d yearned to be, yet not wanting to get there far too soon. In an instant, it was as if everything was alive with sensation and the mood between them growing more urgent. The sounds of pleasure muted Scott’s earlier concerns and bringing with the feel of Steve’s fingers thrusting within something that he’d known he’d waited far too long to savor in his life.
“I want you to want this,” Steve’s broken words were met by a skim of Steve’s fingers across the dip in Scott’s spine, retreating from Scott’s body only long enough to stretch his hand out across the blanket to retrieve the condom he’d brought back with him in his earlier return, “To know that you won’t regret us crossing this line when…”
“I just want you to fuck me,” Scott interrupted with a squeeze of his legs across the expanse of the pillow. His mind flustered and hazy, body feeling reckless and needy, knowing that the longer he held off on confessing his desire, the harder it would be to pretend that he could hold back on the want, “Please Steve…I want to know what it’s like to hold you, to have you inside of me—wanting me…needing me.”
“Oh, how I need you,” Steve promised reaching out across the blankets to take Scott’s fingers of one hand gripping the side of the pillow and pulling them free of the fabric.
With the other Steve reached down between them, gripping at his hard, heavy cock, and positioning himself at Scott’s stretched opening. His lips returned to Scott’s neck, breath coming out in sharp staccato bursts as he nudged at Scott’s waiting body, preparing to take what he’d been needing from the moment they’d found one another in that art class.
“I’m sorry if this feels uncomfortable in any way at the beginning, but I promise you that soon it’ll feel like heaven,” Steve apologized, half caught up in the awareness of what they were sharing together surrounded by his own thirst for completion. His fingers clasping Scott’s hand were pushing between Scott’s digits squeezing tighter when his teeth sank into the back of Scott’s shoulder harder than before in a deep, penetrating bite meant to pull Scott’s focus to the sharp pain across his flesh.
This time Scott cried out and whimpered, pushing his leg up against the side of the pillow only to feel Steve’s thick, condom-covered body pressing against the restrictive muscle, working into his hidden warmth with considerable patience and a need to allow Scott the opportunity to change his mind about things. When he hadn’t, Steve pushed forward sliding deeper into Scott’s heat, sinking his teeth into Scott’s shoulder again and surrounding himself with the warmth of Scott beneath him. Steve was only a couple of inches in when Scott started to shake, met by a different kind of heat and fullness that caused his body to buckle beneath Steve. Scott’s fingers linked with Steve’s were squeezing harder, his lips parting in a soft whine, body filled with a touch of something that almost resembled a dull, throbbing pain, fighting against his instincts to tighten up against the intrusion, yet with Steve’s lips pushing over his neck, kissing him to surrender, Scott tried to still his breath. He closed his eyes behind his glasses and pushed forward into the pillow working to find his focus again. Steve slid in deeper, gauging Scott’s response with a touch of his fingers across Scott’s side, massaging soft circles over the back of Scott’s hip until Steve twisted his body over Scott from his position between his thighs. Holding Scott in a strong, possessive grip, Steve started rocking gently into the place left unfulfilled and aching for explorations beyond the isolation Scott had experienced for so very long.
“Talk to me Scott,” Steve was now stretched out fully over Scott’s back, careful not to crush Scott with his weight as he hovered over him. In controlled, measured thrusts Steve was dipping deeper within Scott’s depths before his strong, solid fingers were curling underneath Scott’s chin, encouraging Scott to look back over his shoulder. When Steve recognized the tension building behind Scott’s return to a grimace, he stilled himself, kissing the dampness that pooled at Scott’s cheek in his surprise, wanting to work to soothe Scott in his fight against the tears threatening to overtake him in the uncertainty, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Scott answered fighting to ignore the momentary panic in realizing that there was no turning back with Captain America inside of him, filling him with his hard, beautiful body and offering just a flicker of movement from within set on causing Scott’s head to spin with a culmination of sensations, “I don’t want you to stop. Please keep going.”
“Okay,” Steve kissed his shoulder again, squeezing Scott closer and taking control of their bodies united.
In the haze of it all, Steve was seeking out Scott’s lips in a kiss, stretching Scott back further to taste the hunger upon his lover’s lips. Their hands still linked together served as a gauge for Steve when Scott squeezed back against the touch, moaning and breathing into Steve in the hopes of having Steve push further, continuing to gently slide into Scott before drawing back just enough to ease him into the experience, to take in what it meant to be filled and complete, captive to the slow, building friction inside of him.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” Steve commanded when Scott’s moans fell to silence, and he bit back on the sensation that was rolling over him in their union.
“Like I was made for only you,” Scott confessed finding the courage to push back, to accept Steve deeper inside of him, wanting against the slow burn and unfamiliar stretch to know what it felt like to be Steve’s entirely.
“Something tells me you were,” Steve replied between breathless kisses, repositioning himself again to curl Scott’s folded legs out and around the outside of his own. In doing so it gave Steve more room to slide in closer and keep Scott’s legs around him, offering Scott enough leverage to push his feet back against Steve’s bottom in such a way that Scott was squeezing them forward and guiding Steve’s thrusts. From behind Steve’s strong, powerful thighs, Scott was using his own curved legs propped up against Steve’s bottom to pull Steve in encouraging Steve to rock deeper inside of him, to create that deliciously wonderful sensation that caused any remnant of pain to transition into something tantalizing and pleasing, stirring something inside of Scott he couldn’t quite put to words. Scott tore his lips away from Steve’s kiss, feeling the squeeze of Steve’s hand over his, keeping them grounded together on the bed when the flex of Steve’s body shifted and the sensations Scott was experiencing were heightened with the movement, causing him to push back and plead with words that well….he wasn’t quite sure he was saying them, but he was thinking them—feeling them as Steve’s body from within was reaching something that Scott was certain he hadn’t been meant to share with anyone else.
There was a moment of boldness, a strength that Scott found when he pushed up off the pillow, working to meet Steve’s quickening thrusts, wanting more than anything to envelope Steve’s body with his, to keep Steve locked there forever, touching him, making Scott feel good. With his weight heavy on Scott’s back and breath spilling warmth over his shoulder, Scott was fueled by a different kind of hunger, body brought to life in ways he hadn’t been prepared for until Steve was sliding back, bringing Scott up with him in his movements crawling towards the bottom of the bed with Scott rising off the pillows and sinking back against his lover’s chest.
In an instant, Scott was perched upon Steve’s lap with legs bent outside of Steve’s thighs, gripping him tighter. Steve’s hands were around Scott’s abdomen, petting at his flesh and creating a different kind of guttural pleading in the back of Scott’s throat at how good it felt to be touched. His head was falling back into Steve’s shoulder, body bouncing over Steve’s length, greedily working to have Steve reach that place inside of him that made him hum and purr, filling him with so much more than the anticipation that controlled his lonely nights.
Together they moved as one, bodies caught up in a rhythm that had Scott hot and flushed all over, aching for entirely different reasons with Steve’s hand over his chest, stroking his smooth skin. Steve’s lips were spreading their damp warmth across the dip between Scott’s shoulders, pushing up over his neck before Steve’s right hand surrounded Scott’s own returning arousal, pumping over his hyperaware skin. Steve continued chasing Scott closer to the edge with soft whimpering cries and a bounce of his body over Steve’s, listening to the distinct slap of them coming together again and again.
With each passing second Scott knew he was close despite the fight from within in wanting to draw out their passion together. When Steve touched him, everything felt electric, alive in ways Scott couldn’t put to words. His body was buzzing, taking to him to an incredible high ready to know what it felt like to live, to breathe a new life with Steve’s around him. In their deep movements together Steve’s lips were spreading soft words into Scott’s ears against his own need for completion, wanting to show Scott the things he’d never known.
“Steve I’m…I’m so close to…” Scott threw his head back into Steve’s shoulder again, forcing himself to look into the eyes of his lover behind his glasses. He whimpered and rolled his body back against Steve seeing that Steve was just as broken as he was, caught up in the feel of Scott around him, soaking it all in with a trace of his index finger over Scott’s skin to keep them linked together in this moment.
“I’ve got you, kitten. I promise I’ve got you,” Steve swore encouraging Scott to kiss him again, to fall into the moment and crash over the edge in the hot feel of their bodies together, of the way that Steve was once again pushing forward, slipping out of Scott without warning before flipping him onto the mattress.
Without a word, Steve was reaching for Scott’s legs, pulling them up high over his shoulders before entering him again, thrusting harder than before, pushing faster towards that one place where pleasure and pain twinged within Scott. It was pure sensation led by bliss-filled fantasy driving Scott to an awakening in ways that had him spilling himself across his chest and abdomen in hot, reckless, wet bursts, reaching for Steve’s body and finding himself nearly folded in half in Steve’s thrusting. With legs around Steve’s shoulders and Steve’s mouth searching Scott’s while working to steal the sounds of pleasures from his lips, Scott was in heaven falling further into the mind blowing haze Steve offered him in their time together. With bliss rolling off his tongue leaving Scott shaking and slapping his fingers out across Steve’s spine more than anything he wanted Steve there with him sharing in everything he was. They kept moving together until Steve’s movements were suddenly uncontrolled, his body shifting to deliver something rough and wild. Steve’s lips were stealing Scott’s whimpers with Scott’s body holding him tighter, clenching around Steve in his thick length in hard, involuntary squeezes. Scott’s flesh was tingling with something he couldn’t quite put to words, yet somehow riding it out with Steve, there was something about it that Scott never wanted to lose.
A few thrusts later, Steve was reaching for Scott’s hands, pushing them up over his head up against the headboard, slowing himself down to catch the way Scott was panting. When it all came crashing down Scott was fighting to catch his breath in his urgency, dirtied by desire, oversensitive and shaking with awareness that Steve was still hard inside him—that somehow Steve was still eager and ready, not quite there at the finish line before he was stroking Scott’s cheek and kissing him again, simply stilling his movements and allowing for Scott to hold him closer. Scott’s legs fell from Steve’s shoulders, now enfolded around Steve’s waist, shaking, and hoping to ground himself against the awareness of Steve still inside of him, filling him in ways that caused Scott to lick his lips and quiver, wanting to surrender to how it felt to be lost in his lover’s arms.
“Talk to me kitten,” Steve kissed him again, taking the time to savor his mouth, to reach that place inside of Scott where want and desire had left him drowning in the craving Steve had awakened inside of him, “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Incredible,” Scott’s breathless whisper was met by a rolling hum over his lips, of his body’s bursting release spilling across his skin working its way over to the tips of his toes in the curl they made against Steve’s spine over him. It was then that Scott realized that Steve was still hard and wide inside of him, working to steady his breaths as Steve was propped over Scott and looking back down at his lover, “Steve?”
“I’m so glad to hear it,” Steve dipped down to kiss Scott again, taking his time to claim his soft, incoherent murmurs in a gentle sweep far from his own simmering hunger still sweeping over his taut body above Scott.
“Did you?” Scott questioned catching the tension that coiled over Steve’s abdomen with his labored breath, noting the way that the shadows darkened over Steve’s skin in his curling fingers pushed into the pillow into a fist beyond where Scott’s head was now resting.
“No,” Steve closed his eyes and let out a painful breath, fighting to keep focused with Scott’s legs around him, “but it’s okay. This was good. Really good Scott. I can pull out in a second if you need me to…”
“No,” Scott argued against Steve’s suggestion, gripping Steve’s shoulder tighter than before as Scott’s own body was still shaking and oversensitive spent by what they’d shared together. Yet with the hunger still causing Steve’s jaw to clench, the knowledge that his lover hadn’t been there with him in his ending left Scott unsatisfied, wanting more than anything to help Steve find his way to the same bliss Scott had experienced. Caressing Steve’s straining cheekbone and tense jawline, Scott felt a boldness upon him, “I want you to come undone inside of me.”
“Scott I’m not nearly close to…the thing is…sometimes…” Steve swallowed down an uneasy breath and red-faced discomfort. His blue eyes were divided by the pleasure and temptation that Scott provided knowing that for Steve their time together was only a beginning to the agony that often filled his couplings even with the most enthusiastic of lovers, “It’s just that with the super serum I was given what feels like a lifetime ago there were side effects. Things that I…I just don’t…”
“You what?” Scott asked, reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek, to beckon Steve to share himself with Scott with their bodies still united.
“It takes a while for me to get off during sex Scott depending on the situation and the experience. I know this morning it didn’t seem like that was a thing for me with that blow job you gave me because I’d been wanting you so long and there’s something about doing that with someone that reaches whatever switch is inside of me, but with sex it’s not as easy for me to…,” Steve stopped himself behind a labored, red-faced expression kissing Scott’s swollen lips before caressing his cheek once again, “If I keep going, you’re going to feel…something that you’re not ready for. Something that might make you feel incredible eventually once you learn to control it, but tonight all you’ll feel is uncomfortable trying to get me to that place and…”
“Steve?” Scott questioned reaching out to his lover as Steve reluctantly pulled out of him fearing that they’d taken a wrong turn with one another in his admission, “Hey…”
“Just kiss me, Scott. Please,” Steve suggested cupping Scott’s face in his hands, wanting to deliver Scott to something tender and wonderful in their time together, yet with his own desire raging through his body, Steve reached for Scott’s palm, tearing away at the condom and encouraging Scott to hold him, to squeeze his fingers around Steve’s rock-hard length so very full of desire and needing the friction of Scott’s touch upon him.
“I’m right here with you Steve,” Scott panted in response, reaching out to touch Steve’s cheek and work his fingers over Steve’s flesh, wanting to experience everything his lover had to offer. With doting kisses and soft caresses for long, leisurely, tight strokes until Steve was thrusting in his grip, biting down on Scott’s bottom lip and causing him to cry out against the sharp pain, stretching his fingers out to scrape at Steve’s shoulder to pull Steve over him again.
As Steve was enveloped in his thighs, Scott pushed his forehead up meeting Steve in the embrace, keeping them together before Scott made the decision to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips again, to pull him back in and invite Steve to join him. Reaching for the bottle Steve discarded across the bed, Scott held his face with one hand before the other was snapping open the top and pouring lubricant over his palm. In doing so he reached out to caress Steve’s body, to dote on his arousal, wanting to bring Steve that much closer to heaven in their time together.
“Let me take you there,” Scott pleaded pushing his legs up higher over Steve’s body, wanting more than anything to have Steve fill him again, working that delicious friction into his aching flesh in ways that he was certain he’d never forget.
“It’s too soon Scott. You’re…” Steve panted sinking his teeth into Scott’s bottom lip before Scott’s hips were slanting upward. His bottom continued rubbing against Steve’s length before working more lubricant over Steve’s body.
“Trust me Steve,” Scott released his hold on Steve’s shoulder to encourage Steve to look at him, to fall into Scott’s gripping fingers over his cheek in a pleading command, “I can take it. I want to take it. I want to know what it’s like to have you with me.”
“Scott I…” Steve mouthed in response, falling into the moment divided by his own want and need to deliver Scott an experience that was without the darkness behind Steve’s hungers, “I don’t have another condom with me. I’d have to go get one and…”
“No, you don’t,” Scott decided behind a pleading breath, pushing up higher to invite Steve to fill him again, slipping inside with ease in the aftermath of Scott’s release. Unlike before Scott wasn’t quite prepared for the way it felt, oversensitive and shaking when Steve curled an arm around him, searching Scott’s face for any indication to retreat knowing that it wasn’t at all like Scott had been anticipating for them together, “Please just take what you need from me…”
“I want everything,” Steve kissed him again, working against his natural instinct to thrust, to deliver himself a trip to the stars knowing that Scott had already been there once without him. However, with Scott’s legs around him, Steve resumed in kissing Scott, in touching him in places that caused him to jerk with sensation, to feel the pull of something entirely different with Steve’s pleasure as his focus, yet he was holding back, “I want to give you the world more though.”
“Then give it to me,” Scott arched up off the bed, still holding Steve’s face and surrounding him, squeezing his legs harder around his new lover and knowing whatever challenge they were yet to face, they’d meet it together kissing and sharing in something that went beyond any and all of Scott’s expectations about what it meant to be lost in his lover’s arms.
“Steve, right there. I…” Scott was fumbling with his words, muttering incoherently from his position up on his knees, stretched up against the top of the bed and dipping his head closer to his hands clasped together against the headboard.
Scott wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten there or why it had felt like such a wonderful idea at the time, yet somewhere between their slow lovemaking after Scott’s initial release, Steve had kept at kissing him, caressing Scott in ways that had him buzzing with a different kind of contentment. There was something in the way that Steve held him, in the way that his body fit so perfectly tight in Scott’s own that had Scott holding on long after he’d felt the pleasure, far past the need to be filled consumed him, yet he hadn’t found it in him to let go. Despite his reservations neither had Steve, which was how they’d wound up in this position with Scott blindfolded and squeezing at the headboard, reaching out to grip at the sturdy foundation of the bed beneath him, feeling the distinct slap of Steve’s hard fingers against his bottom, moving in cadence with his thrusts, driving Scott forward with the warmth that now spread over his thighs and abdomen. Steve’s teasing touch was working up over Scott’s stomach and causing him to push back, to slap his thighs back against Steve’s remembering the way it felt to have Steve spilling the surprise introduction of hot wax over his spine that Scott had more than readily requested when he’d spotted the sex candle he’d recognized from the shop he’d gone to with Bobby over on the tabletop next to the bed, hoping it would help ease Steve into the way it felt to do things in his element, experiencing all that he’d been wanting to deny himself in bedding Scott.
Now with his body arched and the cooling wax over his spine, Scott licked his lips and pushed forward, riding Steve’s cock and feeling a tingling sensation rolling over his body. With the slap of Steve’s fingers over his bottom again, Scott squeezed around him harder than before learning to control the delicious friction he could command without his hands or his eyes to see the way that Steve was imposing his submission. In his lover’s arms, Scott appreciated the ways that Steve was working his body into complete and total disarray learning that after the discomfort of the aftermath of the first orgasm had passed over him, there was something exceedingly thrilling about working his way to an entirely different kind of more nuanced prostate orgasm for his second and then ultimately building up towards a third with Steve’s arms surrounding him. Steve’s gripping fingers were pushing forward to work over Scott’s length, rough and wild, moving in time with Steve’s hard thrusts, slamming into Scott’s body and delivering the wonderful buzz of warmth and ache across his skin, swept away by sensation and the throbbing Scott knew he’d feel for days on end after their day together, but Scott didn’t care.
Any and all rational thought left Scott nearly an hour earlier after Steve had paused long enough to offer Scott some water and a quick massage over his aching limbs before they’d taken to having sex all over again. This time without restraint, without compromise hard and reckless, delivering a different kind of hurt to Scott that had him screaming and moaning, broken by desire and wanting more than anything to have his boyfriend fuck him to the point of exhaustion. Sure, he’d heard about stories of things like this happening with other people over time yet he’d never believed he’d become someone who needed it, who wanted to be consumed entirely, bound and broken by desire, aching to be claimed and used for his lover’s pleasure, stretched and filled with expert precision learning to come undone on his lover’s command after only a day of carnal pleasures.
Now as Steve’s thrusts were growing faster, his grip on Scott’s cock intensified. Steve was moving rapidly with his thumb circling over the damp, reddened flesh at Scott’s tip coaxing Scott to jerk in anticipation, to whimper and slam back into Steve fighting against the restraints on his wrists and grunting with urgency, this time feeling Steve shaking behind him, slapping up into him with hard, unforgiving thrusts, Scott knew that this was what he’d waited all day into night to experience in his lover’s arms.
Without any further preamble, Steve squeezing fingers were taking Scott to the heavens again, milking every last of drop of desire from his body until somewhere in the middle of the incomprehensible shout that tore itself from the back of Scott’s throat, Steve was plummeting inside of him, finally reaching that point where desire and bliss came down hard upon him. Steve’s arm was squeezing almost painfully tight around Scott, his body tensing up over Scott’s spine, pumping two more times before Scott felt his lover quiver and spill his hard-earned release into Scott, filling Scott in ways that had him moaning and whimpering, caught up in a different kind of feeling with blissful tears streaming down his cheeks and shudders rolling over his spine.
In Scott’s response, Steve pushed forward kissing his shoulder and holding him, keeping them linked together in the shattering ending, holding onto each other in the soft involuntary rock of Steve’s hips when he came crashing down into Scott, emptying all of himself into the man he’d invited into his life on a whim after that art class. Together they were facing a new awakening, mind and bodies linked in ways that Scott was certain he wouldn’t forget long after the day shared in Steve’s bed together. However, in these final moments Scott was caught up in a broken series of sobs wanting to feel connected and reaching down to keep Steve’s arm around him, needing more than anything to stay that way until they sank into the sheets together, holding onto each other with Steve’s fingers pushing up over Scott’s chest in soft caresses.
“Easy now kitten. I’ve got you. I’m right here,” Steve’s deft fingers of his other hand were pushing up across the blankets, working to unknot the ties around Scott’s wrists to free Scott to the rest and relaxation he’d been denied in agreeing to fulfill Steve’s desire along the way. With careful consideration Steve removed Scott's blindfold, reaching around to pull Scott's glasses off the nightstand before carefully positioning them over his face to bring him back to a different kind of safe space in Steve's arms.
Once his glasses were back on and Scott's wrists were released, Scott’s tingling hands dropped to the pillow, his body twisting involuntarily into Steve beside him, curling up against his lover still inside of him and softening, keeping his arms around Scott’s slender lines and working to bring him to a different kind of ease. With one hand Steve’s thumb pushed over Scott’s damp cheek, wiping at his tear before nestling his chin over Scott’s shoulder.
“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Steve asked behind a breathless voice, a touch broken in his release, mind and perspiration-soaked body spent after they’d come so far with one another, “Are you…?”
“Never better,” Scott mouthed against the aches he was certain would follow knowing that he’d been marked by his lover in ways he vowed to never forget. Behind closed eyelids he encouraged Steve to push in closer to him, to keep them linked together after the passion and right before the exhaustion stole what little peace they’d held onto in one another’s arms, “I needed this more than you know.”
“You did so good,” Steve kissed Scott’s shoulder again, rubbing his fingers up and over the length of his torso, dipping down to his abdomen and pushing at the remains of passion over Scott’s skin to swipe it up in his grasp. Wordlessly he raised his fingers, licking Scott’s release from his fingertips, wanting to lock in the flavor of his lover beside him, “I didn’t expect that we’d come to this today after all the promises I made, yet here we are and…”
“Neither did I,” Scott couldn’t help but laugh in a state of blissed-out exhaustion and soreness, cuddling into Steve despite the tiredness that filled him, “Though I’m glad we did.”
“Are you?” Steve asked reaching out to curl his fingers underneath Scott’s chin to encourage Scott to angle his head back to look at Steve, to reveal the truth behind his words in the aftermath of their time together, “I know that you weren’t asking for anything like this when…”
“I’m a quick study,” Scott explained as Steve finally slid out of his body, falling back onto the bed and taking Scott over him in their cuddle together surrounded by the aftermath of the sex between them on Steve’s passion-stained sheets.
Reveling in how beautifully dirty and wonderful it was, Scott curled deeper into Steve’s chest knowing that he’d be forever changed by the experience, yet not one to question it, Scott let himself fall deeper listening to the man who’d penetrated his world work his way in deeper, filling that missing part of Scott with something he feared he’d never experience after Jean’s rejection. Now with Steve’s arm around him and a laugh upon his tired lips chasing away any concern for what was next, Scott sank deeper into Steve wanting to hold on forever.
“Yeah you are,” Steve was touching him gently, rubbing over his wrists and the other places that had been marked by desire, yet somehow it felt even more comforting than the sex—better than all their kisses to be held and savored with Steve tucking Scott in beneath his chin and encouraging Scott to melt into him entirely, “I don’t know what I would’ve done without a muse like you in my life.”
“Good thing you’re in luck that I’m not looking to take that inspiration away from you anytime soon,” Scott offered up behind a broken breath, closing his eyes behind his glasses, and facing the possibility that maybe just maybe fate was looking up and bringing with this new turn something wonderful for him in ways he couldn’t wait to hold onto moving forward.
Chapter 7: Jealousy
Summary:
Scott and Steve share a sexy morning together where Scott learns a naughty lesson in obedience sparked by his newfound desire. Later jealousy prompts Scott to question Steve's relationship with Tony, opening the door to an uncomfortable conversation between them.
Notes:
I know it's been a bit since this one has been updated, but it's far from being abandoned as I hope everyone enjoys the latest update. There will be more of this around the corner, so for those reading I hope you enjoy what's ahead.
For this chapter, I wanted to get back into the bingo spirit with the following prompt:
Scott Summers Events Bingo: Free Square
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Tendrils of warmth spilled across the lines of Scott’s body bringing him from a state of exhaustion to a place where everything was a deliciously cushy haze of blankets and comfort, keeping him safe in the center of Steve’s bed upon his awakening. With his eyes closed behind his glasses, he could hear the faint scrape of Steve’s pencil against his sketchpad bringing Scott to full awareness that although Steve was no longer at his side in bed he was still close to where Scott was, taking advantage of the warmth of the morning in bringing his art to life with Scott still stretched out over the blankets.
Almost afraid to move, Scott lay in perfect stillness, still hugging the pillow he’d taken to holding in Steve’s absence, yet it paled in comparison to the warmth of the man he’d clung to the night before. Now remembering the beautiful experience they’d shared with one another as remnants of the night left Scott aching in curious new ways upon his awakening, he couldn’t help but feel a smirk tug upon the corners of his lips, leading him to snuggle deeper into the pillow in a subtle movement.
“Stay still,” Steve’s voice instructed from below causing Scott to open one eye behind his glasses and discover his boyfriend seated on the floor with legs crossed and an intensity on his face with his pencil pushing across the sketchpad. His fingers were fast at work, desperate to capture the moment on Scott’s morning after their night had guided them to the next level with one another awakening to a deeper bond between them, “I don’t want to lose the angle of the light with you there that way. It’s perfect.”
“Is it?” Scott’s lips curved upward even further despite Steve’s warning.
“I’m almost finished,” Steve’s hasty response was met by the sound of the pencil tip scraping across the page bringing to life what Scott could only imagine was a wrecked image of his passion-spent body flopped out across Steve’s bed and aching in ways he was certain would put him behind in training back at the school once the Danger Room sessions started up again, “Don’t move.”
“You’re bossy Cap,” Scott sighed settling into the pillow again and indulging his lover’s request with a small flex of his ass, secretly wishing Steve’s frantic fingers were working their magic over his body rather than rushing to capture Scott on the canvas Steve had been working with in the sketch pad.
“You like me that way,” Steve teased behind a low rumble of warning, his fingers moving in a rhythm Scott found almost soothing in closing his eyes and taking in the familiar sounds.
Knowing how determined Steve was to see his masterpiece through to the end, Scott resumed his earlier position hugging the pillow with more vigor and snuggling into the space where Steve had rocked his world the night before. Still feeling the way his body had invited Steve to explore all that Scott had kept locked away from the rest of the world, Scott shifted, flexing his bottom yet again in an involuntary tease that prompted Steve to let out an uncharacteristically impatient growl in warning.
“Keep moving like that and I’m going to spank you,” Steve’s words were harsher than Scott had anticipated after his rebellion, yet unable to refrain from pushing the envelope further, Scott’s fingers curled deeper into the pillow and his bottom flexed again revealing a stubborn defiance meant to test the limitations of Steve’s waning patience in Scott’s needy awakening, “I mean it.”
“Sure, you do,” Scott murmured behind parted lips and a whisper of a taunt behind his bottom’s movement, “If you spank me, you’ll lose the light for sure and…”
“Doesn’t mean I won’t take advantage of teaching you to mind your manners in your rebelliousness once I’m finished,” Steve’s words were meant to offer up a threat, but instead they fell from his lips in a sexy promise guiding Scott to flex again and rock his hips forward against the bunched-up blankets beneath him to feel the soft fabric against his relaxed length. It felt nice. Almost too good as Scott repeated the motion, surprised at how much sensation the softness delivered to his sensitive tip, prompting him to ignore Steve’s warnings in favor of rutting against the mattress with a different kind of urgency that he hadn’t experienced before the previous night’s sexual awakening.
“Scott, I mean it,” Steve cautioned again, but it was no use. Not with Scott’s neediness prompting him to rub up against the softness that surrounded his body, cradling him from beneath where he was stretched out and yearning for a reprieve from the ache that filled his bottom and tingled over various parts of his body still recovering from the previous night’s activities.
Before Scott knew it, he’d lost sight of what Steve was saying, simply immersing himself in the way it felt to pump his hips against the blankets, rolling his bottom up before dipping down to push the tip of his cock under the pillow to create a different kind of friction caged between the blanket and the pillow’s softness. Squeezing at the edge of the pillow under his head, Scott pushed harder, thrusting deeper beneath the pillow positioned underneath his hips until suddenly the slapping sound of the pencil hitting the floor along with the scraping slide of the sketchpad following the pencil’s movement was met by the heavy weight of Steve’s naked body over Scott’s pinning him down against the blankets and stilling his movements.
“What did I tell you?” Steve practically growled as his teeth grazed against the side of Scott’s neck, pushing out a hot warning against Scott’s needy flesh. His hands were sweeping up against the blankets, pulling Scott’s arms up over the top of the pillow, clasping at Scott’s wrists to pin him down against the mattress to still his urgent movements long enough to bring Scott back to listening.
“I feel so dirty right now Steve,” Scott whined against Steve’s command, finding the strength to push his bottom up to meet the good Captain’s half-hard cock brought to attention in Scott’s rebellious actions knowing it was a deliberate tease, but one that was met with Steve’s thick fingers pushing Scott’s hands together over his head.
Behind a frustrated sound Steve was using one large hand to squeeze at both Scott’s wrists before Steve’s other hand was returning to Scott’s bottom and following through on his earlier promise to punish him with a resounding slap over the right side of Scott’s still very tender bottom. As the sound pierced through the room, Scott nearly bounced off the bed and whimpered, craving the accompanying burn before Steve was palming his ass, rubbing hard and prompting Scott to wiggle again knowing it would only result in another hard slap against his eager flesh.
“You’re wasting time and stealing the light kitten,” Steve’s cautionary words were met with a scrape of his teeth against Scott’s neck, pushing deep into his shoulder in a moist bite followed up with another deft slap of Steve’s fingers snapping across Scott’s ass in another unforgiving blow meant to drive Scott back to his resting place over the pillows to return to behaving long enough for Steve to finish his art. But it hadn’t done anything other than motivate a different kind of rebelliousness in Scott, who was struggling against Steve’s hold on his wrists, whining in soft, incoherent pleas for Steve’s attention all over again.
“Cap,” Scott practically hissed, pushing up to meet the inevitable smack of Steve’s palm flattening out over his ass and bringing to life a different kind of hunger prompting Scott to part his thighs and not-so-subtly beg for more of Steve’s attention.
“You’re a very naughty boy this morning,” Steve’s words carried mock menace, his fingers pinching tighter against Scott’s wrists over his head, yet there was something about the heat of the smirk upon Steve’s lips that had Scott convinced he hadn’t entirely wrecked the morning between them in his insubordination.
Instead of arguing further, Scott made a soft mewling sound, pushing up higher off the pillow and inviting Steve’s fingers to slide over his flesh, rolling over his plump bottom before Steve was clasping his hand over Scott’s mouth, stifling the incoherent pleading sounds from within. Soon after his powerful fingers were pushing at Scott’s lips silently commanding Scott to take them inside his mouth and suck down on them.
“Get them wet Scott,” Steve commanded with a squeeze of his other hand harder over Scott’s wrist.
With a push of his body over Scott, Steve was nudging Scott to crawl up higher on the bed, bringing his fingertips to the edge of the headboard before Steve was thrusting his fingers in Scott’s mouth deeper, working over his tongue. He was damn near choking Scott with his urgency until he pulled his fingers out of Scott’s mouth, carrying a line of saliva in his retreat over Scott’s chin before those same fingers were pushing down over Scott’s bottom and applying the dampness to Scott’s rim. The sensation that rolled over Scott’s body caused him to push up higher off the pillow, panting and needing to be filled by the same punishing artist fingers set on breeching his body and thrusting inside without warning. It was enough to make Scott shake and twist, crawling up further until his bottom was up high in the air against quivering thighs, taking in two of Steve’s damp fingers with a soft squeeze, refusing to break out of his defiance only to be met by Steve’s teeth sinking into his bottom.
“Fuck…” Scott cursed squeezing the headboard again and feeling the familiar stretch of Steve’s palms over his flesh, parting his bottom after he’d removed his fingers long enough to expose Scott’s opening to Steve’s punishing tongue. With a wicked swipe across the surface, Scott was crying out, arching his back and pushing into Steve’s kiss, surprised at how good it felt to be at Steves mercy, wanting and needing something that Scott had only recently learned he’d ached for after years of being the good boy the world anticipated him being, “Steve…”
Only unlike the previous night Steve’s movements were harsh and unforgiving, straight to the point and determined to make Scott whimper and beg, rocking back against him and crying out for more, cursing and screaming with an urgency that caused Steve to pull back and leave Scott in a desperate state, wanting and waiting for more to no avail.
“You want to come undone, do you?” Steve’s teasing finger probed at Scott’s stretched opening, taunting Scott with a hint of pleasure, but never truly delivering upon Scott’s impatient request in his retreat, “Then you be a good boy while I finish with my sketch.”
“But…” Scott curled his lips in protest, preparing to argue further when Steve was suddenly slipping over the side of the bed, pulling open the top dresser drawer and reaching for a few things within the space.
“Let’s see what we can do to make you behave,” Steve kissed Scott’s shoulder before holding up a leather strap with a round red ball over the center, showing it to Scott before smiling down at him, “Think this will help?”
“What is it?” Scott asked already knowing the answer after he’d done his own exploration of porn in the past. Then again, he’d seen it in other places too as he knew full well the rounded red ball was meant to go in between his lips, delivering him to a state of silence before Steve could resume in whatever he pleased without Scott’s complaint.
“You tell me,” Steve pushed the leather closer to Scott’s cheek.
“A ball gag,” Scott mouthed before smacking his lips together and knowing what Steve was suggesting, “but won’t that change the tone of your art if you put that on me?”
“We’ll improvise,” Steve suggested nodding to the leather strip in his fingers, “unless you’d rather we didn’t…”
“I don’t mind,” Scott parted his lips stretching his jaw just enough to invite Steve to bring it closer to his mouth, wondering what it would be like to be that vulnerable and at Steve’s mercy in their first morning together after a night spent exploring passion.
“We can take it off if you feel uncomfortable at any time,” Steve explained gently positioning it over Scott’s mouth, watching and waiting for Scott to bite down upon it before he went to work fastening it around his head. Once he finished with it, Steve held his hand up for Scott to see his moving fingers, “If you change your mind at any time, just curl your fingers like this and I’ll…”
“I won’t,” Scott’s muffled words caused him to drool against the intrusion in his mouth, wetting the red rounded ball as Steve introduced him to something entirely different in their time together. For all his complaining, Scott was intrigued, wondering just what direction Steve was preparing to take them in as he worked to control his breathing against the new restrictions that he’d found himself met by in their time together.
“I’d like to tie you up again if you’ll allow it,” Steve pushed up on his knees to draw lazy circles across the dip in Scott’s spine, encouraging Scott to coil up towards him for their morning explorations, “Will you let me do that?”
Scott nodded dutifully, angling his head in Steve’s direction before rubbing his lips against the surface of the smooth, hard material in his mouth. He made a muffled sound, encouraging Steve to follow his inspiration before Steve went to work, positioning Scott on the center of the bed, seated on his knees with legs bent beneath him, soon tied up in such a fashion that Scott wouldn’t be able to stand up and walk away without Steve’s help. His arms were soon tied behind his back that was arched straight with anticipation after Steve had secured the knots around his wrists at the dip in his spine. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t entirely comfortable either as Steve scooted off the bed, pushing up to his feet and inspecting the scene he'd laid out before him. His blue eyes were searching Scott’s position, considering the way Scott was watching him, angling his head behind a pleading muffled moan before Steve was once again returning to the drawer and pulling out a small bottle of lubricant.
For a few seconds Scott was certain he’d forgotten to breathe, wondering what Steve was going to thrill him with next and leaving Scott anticipating a new toy in his awakening, but instead of experiencing a new plug, Scott soon found that Steve was seated on the side of the bed, reaching out to Scott again. His index finger slid across the center of Scott’s abdomen, pushing his talented fingers up over Scott’s chest, deliberately slow and scratching over the surface before he pinched at Scott’s nipple. The sensation that carried over Scott caused him to push upward only to recognize the limitations his restraints provided in his movements. It was then that Steve pinched at his nipple again, twisting it hard enough to make Scott whimper and plead, wanting to say words that his parted lips wouldn’t allow with the gag between them. Instead, he was merely a scattered array of sound and sensation, feeling Steve pinch at his left nipple again before doing his best to deliver the same treatment to the right one, causing it to burn bright with a crimson shade before Steve was once again lowering his artist fingers to seek out the bottle and pour lubricant over Scott’s cock, now half hard and begging for the kind of stimulation Steve hadn’t given him upon his awakening.
Smiling at Scott, Steve readily obliged to Scott’s garbled pleas for more pumping his fingers over Scott’s shaft and bringing him back to that same need to thrust into Steve’s palm, to move without restraint and fuck into his boyfriend’s circling fingers curling over his shaft and driving him to a different kind of neediness knowing that he couldn’t push up fully to meet Steve’s thrusts without growing increasingly uncomfortable in his position tied up on the blankets. His impatience caused him to moan louder, whimpering against the ball gag until Steve was running his index finger across Scott’s tip, catching the moisture that had started leaking in Scott’s impatience. It was enough to have Scott panting again, arching his head back and pushing up enough to meet Steve’s caress, wanting so much more until Steve was cupping his testicles and offering a gentle tug, capturing Scott’s full attention with the snug fit of the careful stretch of the strip Steve was bringing around his body, leaving Scott in a state of longing against the hard tugs Steve made over his flesh, causing Scott to leak harder, making a mess of Steve’s bed without any hope for a release in sight.
“Good boy,” Steve smiled catching the tease of moisture over his thumb. He brought it to his lips and stole a taste against his tongue, pushing his finger inside while watching Scott in a heightened state of arousal, bound and impatient, wanting the one thing Steve had introduced him to the night before when they’d made love to one another, “Keep being good while I finish my art and I’ll let you come undone as a reward when it’s over.”
“Buuuuuuuttt….” Scott’s protests came out as a muffled garble of sound causing Steve to pet his cheek and lean forward to kiss Scott’s forehead before stepping away from the bed to collect his sketchpad and his pencil. In doing so Steve returned to the floor, turning the page on the subtle drawing of Scott asleep and angelic in the sheets to capture the new scandalized version of Scott aroused and restrained, aching for the one thing his boyfriend had readily taken to denying him in his awakening.
“Good boys get to cum only after they do what they’re told,” Steve’s words were deliberately taunting, but his fingers were fast at work, sketching the outline of Scott on the mattress, tied up and begging, arching his back only enough to catch the light and bring to life a different kind of fantasy.
Seeing the eagerness in Steve’s expression, Scott tipped his head ever so slightly, wanting to put himself on display for Steve, bound and gagged, fully aroused and humming against the intrusion between his lips knowing that seeing him like that turned Steve on. With each stroke on the canvas, Steve appeared to be entranced by what he saw in Scott, working frantically to get all of it down on the page before after what felt like an eternity, Steve was sliding the sketchpad to a close, pushing it carefully to the side and positioning the pencil on top of it before crawling over to the side of the bed where Scott’s aching body was near the point of cramping, no longer caught up in the recklessness he’d carried upon his awakening. Instead, he’d taken to his quiet obedience fighting to keep drool from rolling down his chin, but he knew it was no use. The longer he’d held his position, the worse he feared he must look, fighting to maintain control against the realization that he’d allowed himself to be propped and positioned, out on display for Steve’s watchful eye and wanting so much more.
“Look at you gorgeous. For such a naughty boy, you sure do know how to behave when your Captain tells you what to do in order to be rewarded,” Steve smiled over at Scott, pushing up off the bed to kneel before Scott. His thick fingers reached out to trace the lines of Scott’s sculpted cheeks, admiring the beauty before him until Steve dipped in closer for a kiss, rolling his tongue over the plump of Scott’s bottom lip still wrapped around the ball gag until Steve was reaching around to unclasp the leather, freeing Scott’s mouth to the words he’d been unable to say.
“Cap I…” Scott was quick to speak up wanting to convey his needs and urgent request for the freedom he’d been without yet it was all lost as Steve was once again curling his fingers around Scott’s cock, pumping in quick strokes to bring Scott back to full arousal before Steve’s fingers were nudging over the center of Scott’s chest to encourage him to roll onto his side on the bed, still tied up and clumsily falling to his lover’s command.
“My good boy. So well behaved now that you’ve been reminded that your patience will be rewarded all in due time once you show me how well you can follow direction,” Steve smiled down at him, and Scott’s heart began to flutter. The numb tingling feeling that carried over his legs and arms were secondary to Scott’s racing pulse at Steve touching him again, working his warm fingers over Scott’s length before Scott was shamelessly leaking all over Steve’s fingers again, no closer to release yet embarrassing himself in his impatience, “You really are excited this morning, aren’t you kitten?”
“Felt so good last night,” Scott threw his head back into the pillow and twisted onto his back, uncomfortable and seeking out more of his lover’s attention behind a pout and a desperate whine for more stimulation, “Want you to make me feel good again.”
“Have you learned your lesson about being a good boy?” Steve asked gently, bringing his hand up to stroke Scott’s cheek behind a smile, “When I tell you don’t move, you need to learn to stay still and…”
“I meant to, but it hurt too bad to do that when you asked me to stop,” Scott offered up behind a whimper and a smack of his lips together to bring back the sensation he’d lost with the gag pinched between them earlier, “Need you so much.”
“How much?” Steve hovered in over him, carefully running his index finger from Scott’s breastbone down to his abdomen and up again, silently observing the goosebumps that formed over his flesh in the movement.
“It hurts to want it as bad as I do,” Scott confessed behind a shallow pant and a catch of eagerness in his throat.
Through it all Steve was pinching at his nipple again, causing Scott to roll from side to side, returning to those same incoherent pleas that he’d allowed to slip past the surface when he’d felt the gag between his lips. Now, however, they were merely an afterthought as Steve played him like his latest masterpiece, pushing all Scott’s buttons and causing him to sound out louder than before until Steve settled onto the bed beside him. Stretched out and smiling at Scott, Steve shifted onto his side only long enough to hoist Scott up off the bed and onto his lap, still tied up and aching for that one thing he’d been denied in his awakening.
“I don’t want my pretty boy to hurt,” Steve’s words were heavy and quiet, his lips curving downward in the beginnings of a scowl before he was touching Scott again, slipping his fingers up and over Scott’s torso to take him all in before reaching around to squeeze at Scott’s reddened bottom, “I want to make you feel so good. Would you like that?”
Scott nodded eagerly, unable to find the words long enough to scream what he was thinking and alert Steve to what he wanted. Instead, he bit down on his bottom lip and felt the strength of Steve repositioning Scott over his thighs. It caused Scott to shiver with eagerness again, watching in anticipation as Steve was reaching for the bottle of lubricant and opening it up. He stopped only long enough to leave Scott in a state of silent observation, following the movement of the bottle being overturned and seeing the thin slick line pouring out from the tip across Steve’s now hardened flesh, inches from where Scott sat in silence. His lips smacked together as the slickness surrounded Steve’s body, bringing Scott to a ravenous state until Steve was positioning the bottle on the opposite side of the bed. Instead, Steve was now reaching for Scott, pulling him up higher and repositioning Scott over his thick, heavy length, leaving Scott at Steve’s mercy forced to accept his boyfriend’s offering behind a smile.
“Do you want me to fuck you again?” Steve hesitated as his tip rubbed up against Scott’s opening, drawing out familiar sensation when Scott nodded earnestly.
“Yes,” Scott answered almost timidly, afraid of wanting it as much as he did with Steve so very close to returning to him. When he caught the curious expression forming upon Steve’s handsome features, Scott lowered his chin and let out a breathy whisper unable to mask his need any longer, “please. I want you to fuck me, Cap.”
“Then who am I to deny you what you want honey?” Steve’s words soothed that part of Scott that feared he’d be deprived of his lover’s attention, but soon he’d found himself rewarded with the upward thrust of Steve’s hips, guiding Steve’s thick length to Scott’s eager opening again.
With a grip of his fingers around the base of his cock, Steve was pushing against Scott’s body, encouraging Scott to take him in until they were once again united on the center of Steve’s bed distanced from everything else on the outside. With one hand on Scott’s cheek, Steve was encouraging Scott to look at him again, falling into the same courage he’d faced the night before in sliding down over Steve’s length and welcoming the stretch and fullness that had been an adjustment the previous evening. Now it felt like the most natural thing in the world as Steve filled Scott, bringing him to a new awareness of sex and the excitement Scott had associated with being so close to Steve.
“That’s it kitten,” Steve encouraged him on behind a sexy smirk, pushing up just enough to hit that spot inside of Scott that made his body quiver with anticipation. Through it all Scott’s lips were smacking together with want and a need for something that hadn’t felt nearly as important as it did before last night when they’d found their way together, “Let me look at you like this taking me in.”
Scott held his breath, wanting to be so very good for Steve. The best boy willing to take everything Steve offered behind an approving smirk.
“My good boy,” Steve’s words soothed Scott’s need for approval, guiding him to slide down further and shift his body over Steve, lost in the feel of the friction between them, “Want me to make you feel so good?”
Scott nodded, playing it up with a push of his body upward, needing to feel that connection with Steve again.
“Come here,” Steve reached out around the back of Scott’s neck to tangle his fingers through his messy, dark hair and drag him in closer, bringing their lips together in a naughty kiss, fueling the hunger between them in ways that had goosebumps forming over Scott’s flesh.
Together they found a different kind of friction between them with Steve in charge, holding Scott in his arms and bringing them to passion in ways that were new and different, opening Scott’s body to the pleasures that were associated with letting go of control and allowing his lover to lead him to places that Scott was still certain that more than anything he wanted to go. With a gentle tug on the ropes keeping him bound in position, Scott arched his back and accepted Steve’s kisses again, lost in the way it felt to be pawed at and adored, Steve’s for the taking in all the ways that Scott hoped would never end now that he’d found that special thing he’d been missing out on in his life.
“Here we are,” Steve pushed in underneath the blankets bringing with his return to the bedroom the oversized bowl of cereal he’d sought out after he and Scott had given into temptation with one another. A little over an hour after it was over they’d made their way to the shower, cleaning up just long enough to allow Steve to change the sheets before leading Scott back to bed where their morning took a decidedly domestic turn over a Gene Kelly movie and Scott’s rumbling stomach prompting Steve to seek out the oversized bowl and two spoons. He had two bottles of juice in his other hand that he was quick to drop onto the blankets before curling his arm around Scott to encourage a now freshly clean and completely contented Scott to snuggle into him. In their time together Scott was dressed in one of Steve’s far too big sleeveless white T-shirts and a pair of fresh navy-colored briefs that Steve had taken the liberty of picking up with Scott in mind before their time together.
It was a far cry from the wild morning shared between them yet in hearing Scott’s laughter at the scene playing out between Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra, Steve recognized it was a sound very much welcome to his ears. With a squeeze of his arm around Scott’s shoulders, Steve kissed the top of Scott’s head, taking in the sweet-smelling scent of his damp hair before reaching for his own spoon to join Scott in munching on the overly sweet cereal shared between them.
“Captain Crunch?” Scott half questioned raising his chin up behind a curious expression at the first taste of what Steve had provided him, “Really?”
“Peanut butter crunch,” Steve corrected before a thought occurred to him, “You’re not allergic to peanut butter, right?”
“No,” Scott assured him with a heaping spoonful deposited in his mouth, “but don’t you think it’s ironic that Captain America is eating Captain Crunch when…”
“Tony bought it for me,” Steve revealed with a touch of color in his cheeks, “He found the humor in it himself as there’s another box with some kind of red, white and blue crunch berries in there that he thought was hilarious and…”
“Oh,” Scott lowered his spoon into the bowl and looked over at the television again behind a slip of a frown upon his lips, “Tony bought this huh?”
“He likes it after a night of drinking. He’s not always one for sugary snacks as most of the time Tony tries to be a health nut, but once you get booze in him, he’s always seeking out a sugar rush. Not that it does him any good,” Steve added as Scott’s quiet became more telling of where his lover’s thoughts had drifted off to, “but that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it together, right?”
“I’m not really a fan of Captain Crunch,” Scott wrinkled his nose and dropped his spoon into the bowl before nudging it across the bed towards Steve again, “Too sweet for me.”
“Even peanut butter?” Steve questioned as Scott’s mood soured, returning to that place before when Scott had been thinking the worst about Steve and Tony.
“I’m not really in the mood, but you can have it,” Scott pushed the bowl over into Steve’s lap before shifting around on the mattress.
“Scott…”
“No really. I’m not hungry,” Scott wrinkled his nose and turned away from Steve as if he was pretending to be focused entirely on the movie once again.
“Look, if this is about before with Tony…” Steve opened his mouth to say something more but found himself at a loss as Scott’s discontent became more apparent in the passing seconds of silence between them.
“Did he buy it for the nights he stayed here with you?” Scott questioned after a beat, fighting to keep his voice neutral, but failing miserably as Steve could pick up on the undertones of disappointment behind his young lover’s approach to dealing with Steve and Tony’s friendship with one another.
“No, he just bought it because that’s what Tony does. He likes to buy things for people he cares about and…” Steve started to explain his teammate’s generosity knowing only too well that the words were lost on Scott, who’d taken to folding his arms in front of his chest and letting out an impatient huff over the idea of Steve and Tony sharing a connection to one another.
“Make his way into a person’s life and prove himself to be invaluable,” Scott let out an outward groan and Steve was fairly certain even if he couldn’t see it that Scott had rolled his eyes behind his glasses as well.
“He is invaluable,” Steve answered honestly before touching Scott’s cheek, “as a friend. A good friend that…”
“You fuck when you don’t have anyone better to spend your time with,” Scott corrected behind a scoff, bristling at the words that rolled off his tongue.
“Given what’s going on with us, I don’t think you have anything to worry about Scott,” Steve reminded him gently. He set the bowl of cereal aside, positioning it on the nightstand beside him to keep it out of the way. Once it was secured, Steve twisted around on the mattress again and placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder, encouraging Scott to lean into his chest resuming in the snuggles that they’d savored before Steve had sought out a meal to share for them.
“What’s he like in bed?” Scott blurted out with his head pressed against the center of Steve’s chest turning into the warmth of Steve’s body as Steve’s fingers touched over the back of Scott’s hair.
"Do you want me to invite him over so you can see for yourself?" Steve bristled in response stiffening beneath Scott as Scott’s fingers positioned over his hip, holding onto Steve with less certainty than before, “Given you’re so keen on talking about him, if you’d just as soon find out for yourself, I can give you his number and…”
"No, of course not. I don’t want that,” Scott refused wrinkling his nose and pinching his lips together in a scowl, still facing down the television and avoiding Steve’s eyes altogether before dropping his fingers down to Steve’s thigh and twisting them into the sheet that barely covered them. He swallowed down a breath before speaking up quieter than before, “I was just asking because you two are teammates and knowing that you are sleeping together clearly puts a whole new spin in your team dynamic and...."
"Not anymore," Steve corrected.
"But you were doing it, and you obviously liked it enough to keep doing it more than once, so I just wonder what makes Tony so special,” Scott maintained twisting the sheet within his grasp before angling his head up to finally search Steve’s face for a truth beyond Steve’s words he’d offered in the tense conversation.
"Ask him yourself," Steve cut back behind a flex of his jaw and a curl of his arm tighter around Scott’s body to pull him in closer yet, hoping that somehow the physical connection between them would serve as a reminder of where Steve’s affection was with Scott in his bed savoring a lazy afternoon after Steve had taken to blowing off his team for the last couple of days in favor of keeping his focus solely on his time spent with Scott away from everything else.
"I'm being serious,” Scott argued pushing up higher, breaking away from Steve’s chest before twisting around on the mattress to face him directly behind a deep scowl drawing emphasis to the shadows masking his otherwise handsome features with uncertainty and discomfort.
"So am I,” Steve was quick to answer before reaching out for Scott again hoping that somehow the subject of Tony would simply go away as Tony was the last thing on his mind with Scott at his side, “because there's nothing to tell."
“There must be something that he does in bed that is exciting since he keeps returning to sleep with you when the mood hits,” Scott was still searching, reaching for something that Steve was wholly convinced wasn’t at all what either one of them was looking for when they’d opted to check out of reality with one another a little longer away from their day to day obligations, “So what is it that keeps you coming back for more against your whole ‘no relationship’ speech you gave me when we first started this?”
“First of all Tony and I aren’t in a relationship with one another,” Steve corrected catching the color that filled Scott’s sculpted features the more he kept pushing the issue between them, “We’re just friends and at the time we started doing…that, well I told you before we decided to keep it that way above all else.”
“Yes, but what made you want to start something with him in the first place?” Scott pressed a touch further leaning in closer to where Steve was despite the uneasiness that was undoubtedly clouding his thoughts about what they were sharing with one another, “What made you decide that you wanted to give a physical relationship with Tony Stark a try?”
“That doesn’t matter Scott,” Steve sighed touching over the messy dark strands of Scott’s hair and massaging at Scott’s scalp as a means of trying to comfort his young lover despite the inner turmoil happening over Steve’s close connection to Tony.
“Sure, it does. Is he good at fucking in ways that I’m not?” Scott asked with a bit more uncertainty than before, throwing out his insecurity in ways that had Steve shifting underneath him on the mattress all the while realizing that Tony was going to prove to be a sensitive subject for them moving forward and one that Steve should tread cautiously in his approach, “Is that why you like sleeping with him?”
“Tony’s my friend Scott. I already told you that…” Steve began behind patient words hoping to convey the truth to Scott without invalidating Scott’s concerns over the subject matter.
“You have sex with him. A lot,” Scott reached for the blanket pulling it up over his chest as he pushed away from the warmth of Steve’s arms to simply wrap his arms around himself in an attempt to shut Steve out on the conversation they were having, “quite frequently.”
“Not in a long time,” Steve reached for him again hoping to convey the truth behind his words, “Not after us.”
“Because that’s what you want or because it’s what you feel you have to do now that you’re spending time with me?” Scott inquired twisting around on the bed to face Steve fully behind a scowl and a tightening of his fingers into fists over the sheet he’d wrapped himself up in.
“Scott, what’s this about?” Steve questioned mirroring Scott’s position and twisting around to face him head on in the conversation.
“You and Tony,” Scott explained holding his position on the opposite side of the bed and refusing to let go of the concern that weighed heavy on his mind, “You said it yourself that it’s been going on for years and…”
“It was before us,” Steve repeated hoping to appease his young lover in his response.
“How long before us?” Scott pressed a touch further, bringing one hand up through his messy hair and awaiting Steve’s response to the question.
“Scott…” Steve frowned before looking to the bowl on the nightstand wishing somehow that he’d come up with a better idea for breakfast between the two of them now that something as simple as cereal had sparked Scott’s uncertainties where his loyalty was concerned. With a huff he threw the blankets back and pushed his way out of bed, “I’m not doing this.”
“Why not?” Scott demanded with a press of his lips together watching as Steve fought to contain the frustration in being questioned about his friendship with Tony, “If it’s no big deal, then tell me when the last time you and Tony were together.”
“We haven’t been together in years,” Steve cut back turning around to face Scott fully from his position outside of the bed. He stepped forward leaning in to pull the cereal bowl off the nightstand before swiping it up and bringing it closer to his chest knowing that it was the first of many bad decisions he’d made where Scott was concerned.
“For sex Steve. When was the last time you had sex with each other?” Scott picked up on Steve’s evasiveness, searching for clarity behind his lover’s words without being placated by Steve’s simple assurances.
“Before us,” Steve repeated looking to the soggy cereal within his grasp.
“How long before us?” Scott pushed a touch further, awaiting a response before Steve shook his head and sighed.
“I’m not doing this,” Steve decided rolling his eyes and stomping out of the room with Scott’s words chasing after him.
“Why not?” he could hear Scott calling out to him from within the walls of his bedroom hurting over the thought of Steve finding comfort in anyone else’s arms after their morning together had proven to be something special between them, “Why can’t you tell me when you and Tony last slept together?”
“Because it doesn’t have anything to do with us,” Steve poured the bowl of soggy cereal in the sink before turning the water on and dumping the milk-soaked cereal further down the drain into the garbage disposal to rid himself of the bad decision before it got even further out of hand.
“Then what does it matter if you tell me?” Scott’s voice grew nearer, indicating that Scott wasn’t ready to leave the conversation behind in the bedroom where Steve had been hoping to walk away from it upon its inception.
“Because you won’t like my answer,” Steve sighed lowering his head and gripping the edge of the sink countertop, knowing that no matter what he said, or did it wasn’t going to end favorably now that Scott was questioning Steve’s affection for him.
“Lay it on me anyway,” Scott stood on the opposite side of the kitchen island countertop with his hands on his hips and color in his cheeks, indicating that he was getting far more worked up over the situation than Steve had anticipated when the subject of Tony had worked its way into their conversation with one another.
“Two weeks before you modeled for my class,” Steve answered after a beat knowing that Scott was seeking out more from him, “We brought someone home with us and we…”
“You had sex with Tony and someone else two weeks before we got together?” Scott’s voice was hitched with upset, revealing a naïve approach to their relationship in recognizing that Steve’s history wasn’t as simple as Steve imagined Scott had hoped it would be.
“Two weeks before you modeled for the class,” Steve corrected turning around to face Scott fully. He leaned up against the countertop, searching for the right answer before letting go of his frustration long enough to appease Scott’s concern for what was happening, “but at the time I can assure you that you and I weren’t a thought running through my mind.”
“Because you were having too much fun with Tony to want to give it up for someone like me,” Scott cut in again behind a touch of bitterness, dropping his hands down at his sides and rolling his fingers into fists digging into the elastic over his slender waist in the briefs he was wearing.
“I’m not Jean,” Steve blurted out without thinking sensing that was where Scott’s sudden concern was coming from, “I’m not some teenager looking to play with your emotions and lead you on before choosing the other guy to hurt you.”
“I’m not a teenager,” Scott protested behind a deeper scowl than before.
“No, you aren’t, but this is all new for you. You’re not used to experiencing these feelings of what it means to be in an adult relationship with someone who is fully committed to being what you need instead of leading you on at every twist and turn,” Steve maintained behind a slump of his shoulders and a sigh knowing that he hadn’t factored everything they were working with into the dynamics between them given that Scott was so much younger than Steve in so many ways and new to the things that Steve had been sorting out through years after Bucky had disappeared from his life. Bringing one hand up through his hair, Steve swallowed down a breath before softening his tone, “Look, all I’m saying is that when I asked you if you wanted to enter into this with me Scott, I wasn’t looking to curb the itch before tossing you aside for someone else more suited to my tastes.”
“So, you’re saying that Tony is more suited to your tastes than I am?” Scott questioned behind a wounded expression.
“No Scott. I’m saying that I’m not going to lead you on and use you until someone makes a better offer for me,” Steve answered moving in closer to where Scott was to reach for his hands. He paused only long enough to raise Scott’s fingers up to his lips and offer up a chaste kiss upon them, “I understand that this is new and different for you, but my goal in all of this isn’t to hurt you, Scott. That was never my intention.”
“But you and Tony…”
“Aren’t Jean and Warren,” Steve cut in before Scott could return to their earlier disagreement, “Yes, Tony and I have had a physical relationship with one another in the past, but we are incompatible with one another in a romantic entanglement. I care for Tony very deeply. He’s one of my best friends in the world, but I can assure you that when you and I are together Tony is the furthest thing from my mind unless you’re bringing him up.”
“And when we aren’t together?” Scott asked wearily.
“I’m thinking about what it’ll be like when I have you with me again,” Steve promised pulling Scott in closer to him for an embrace despite the tension rolling between them, “I swear to you that I’m not searching for anything more than what we have when you’re more than enough for me.”
“But Tony’s so…”
“Tony, but that doesn’t mean he’s the one I’m thinking about when you aren’t with me,” Steve promised again, “I know that this is all new to you in terms of what’s happening here, but I swear to you that as long as you and I are together, there isn’t anyone else in this world or any other that I want sharing my bed with me unless it’s you. Only you.”
“Only me?”
“Only you,” Steve repeated again staring directly into his reflection in Scott’s ruby-tinted glasses before swallowing down the harshness in his tone, hoping to convey to Scott the importance of their time together despite the obvious hurdles they’d be facing moving forward, “even if you’re a pain in the ass when it comes to letting go of everything long enough to focus on relaxing and letting me take care of you.”
“I’ve never been good at relaxing Steve. Control is kind of my thing and…” Scott bit down on his bottom lip and frowned, shifting his weight on his feet before looking down and away from where Steve was standing before him.
“All the reason why you were seeking me out in your life because I can give you that freedom Scott. I can show you how easy it is to stop holding on so tight and simply feel,” Steve curled his finger underneath Scott’s chin, “If only you’ll allow it.”
“I want to, but at the same time with Tony…” Scott swallowed down his insecurities, retreating to that shell again only to have Steve pull him closer to where he stood and offering up a strong embrace.
“Tony doesn’t factor into the way I feel about you Scott,” Steve promised kissing the top of Scott’s head before tracing his fingertips down over Scott’s long, lean spine, “You’re exactly who I want to be with when I think about losing control. You’re what I need in my life now. You inspire me in ways I all but lost when I was coasting through the waters trying to figure out what was next in this new world all around me.”
“Do you mean that?” Scott asked quieter than before. Drawing in a breath, he angled his head up to search Steve’s face again for any sign of deception within the context of Steve’s promise.
“I skipped out on a team meeting yesterday and this morning to spend my time here with you,” Steve pointed out stroking the hollow of Scott’s cheekbone before stepping in closer. He changed his approach, cupping Scott’s face fully in his hands before encouraging Scott to feel the truth falling from his lips, “In my entire career, I’ve only done that twice when I was on the job and it was long before you were even a part of this world. I don’t take my responsibilities lightly and…”
“Yet you blew off a team meeting to be with me?” Scott perked up at the thought, knowing only too well the struggles he’d faced in that position, yet somehow it was clear the longer he thought about Steve’s decision, the more it was starting to register what Steve was telling him.
“I chose to be with you because you’re my responsibility now Scott,” Steve clarified in a tender voice, coaxing Scott to slide in closer to the heat of his chest before angling down to kiss Scott’s forehead, “My team is important to me, but so are you. When I invited you to be a part of my world, I wasn’t looking to seduce you and discard what we found in one another simply to return to the life I was coasting through before. That night in the art class you reminded me of what I lost in myself and now that we’re here together, I have to tell you Scott, I’m not looking to let you go anytime soon.”
“Even if Tony comes to hunt you down for missing out on that meeting?” Scott asked behind plump, parted lips searching for the truth on the tip of Steve’s tongue.
“Especially if Tony comes looking for me,” Steve promised him with a small kiss over the tip of Scott’s nose before seeking out his lips again, “I promised you that I would show you a world of pleasures you’ve never known before Scott, but to experience that together I need you to trust me. To see that I would never go out of my way to hurt you and cause you pain without pleasure attached to the sensation.”
“I like that kind of pain,” Scott confessed behind bright, crimson-colored cheeks swallowing down hard as Steve dropped one hand to rub over his bottom again in slow, soothing movements meant to remind Scott of their earlier passion with one another, “It feels good.”
“And it’s only beginning because I meant what I said before about wanting to show you a whole new world outside the one that you’ve been fighting to push through before we experienced this together,” Steve promised cradling Scott into his chest before whispering over the back of his ear, “I’m not going to lead you on and leave you hanging when I promised you the world Scott.”
“You wouldn’t be the first to do it,” Scott let out an ironic laugh sinking into Steve’s chest and letting go of his suspicions only long enough to embrace the idea of being comforted by Steve’s words and his touch.
“Yeah, well I’m not going to be that guy who shatters your world for meaningless kicks along the way,” Steve reassured him as his eyes fell upon the VIP club card on his countertop, ripped in two and serving as a reminder of the life he’d immersed himself in before Scott had entered that classroom and opened Steve up to the possibility of something deeper between them.
Now wanting to hold onto what they’d found tighter than before, Steve smoothed his fingers up and over the length of Scott’s spine, suddenly reminded of just how thin Scott was despite the slim musculature that ran along his lean lines offering up a different kind of strength after a lifetime of abuse seldom spoken of. It was enough to have Steve wanting to protect Scott from any of that hurt, to step up and offer him something that he hadn’t been able to hold onto at the school with the others leaving him feeling like he was on the outside of everything and making a joke of him at his expense for being true to his promise to lead his team.
“I know I said I’d drive you back to the school after the movie was over, but maybe Charles wouldn’t mind if I kept you over another night,” Steve suggested with a squeeze of his arms around Scott’s slender torso, “Since I’ve cleared my schedule tonight leaving the team to deal with Fury themselves, maybe we can get back to art for a little while—come up with a new masterpiece together when the sun goes down this evening…”
“I mean I’m already horribly behind on my classes,” Scott teased pushing his hand into the center of Steve’s chest before raising his chin up to reveal a touch of a smile over the corners of his lips, “Hank’s probably going to have a million questions about why I’ve been shirking responsibility given that I’m not the kind to just skip out on the team and…”
“You’re on a special assignment with Captain America,” Steve puffed out his chest and smiled, reaching for Scott’s narrow hips and coaxing Scott to lean back against the kitchen counter now that they were standing in the middle of Steve’s modest kitchen with one another, “Surely Henry won’t question the nature of our assignment once you return and…”
“Bobby knows that I was meeting someone,” Scott was quick to point out, biting at his bottom lip before leaning back against the countertop, “Sooner or later he’s going to put the pieces together and see that I was here with you and…”
“Would it be so bad if the others found out?” Steve posed the challenge behind an arched brow and a consideration overruling his thoughts, wondering what it could mean if the news about his blossoming relationship with Scott had found its way to the light of day outside of the privacy of his apartment.
“Would you want Tony to know I’ve been here doing this with you?” Scott inquired with a touch of jealousy in his voice not quite concealed by the slow stroke of his fingers sliding down over Steve’s abdomen to stake his claim on Steve’s attention in their time together.
“Not particularly, but only because if Tony saw you standing here like this, I’m fairly certain he’d want you for himself,” Steve confessed reaching out to grip at Scott’s hips and guide him up onto the countertop without a moment’s hesitation. He stepped forward when Scott’s thighs parted further making room for Steve to get close to him before Steve’s hand was cupping Scott’s cheek again and encouraging Scott to meet him halfway in a kiss, “One look at you like this and I’m convinced he’d fight me to the bitter end to get a taste of the fire burning inside of you.”
“Oh please,” Scott groaned outwardly, no doubt rolling his eyes behind the ruby lenses before Steve, yet there was something in his smile—in the way he’d taken in Steve’s words that had Steve slipping his fingers into Scott’s dark hair and dragging him to the edge of the counter, so very close to where Steve needed him to be, “Tony wouldn’t look twice at someone like me.”
“Only because he hasn’t realized just how gorgeous you are kitten when you’re not playing team rival dressing him down for all of his insubordination,” Steve explained behind a small laugh and a shake of his head before tracing his fingers over Scott’s inner thigh and feeling the rush of goosebumps forming over his skin in the touch, “which is actually kind of hot by the way. Never really seen anyone else brave enough to put Tony in his place and…”
“You do it all the time,” Scott was quick to point out behind a frown, “I’ve seen it in our meetings when he’s mouthing off and…”
“Tony knows to appease me when the time calls for it, but when you shoot him down, he shuts up, which in all the years I’ve known him rarely ever happens,” Steve confessed dipping in to kiss Scott all over again, “You have no idea what kind of power you carry when you walk into a room kitten.”
“The only power I want to carry over the Avengers right now is the one you claim I have over you,” Scott threw his arms around Steve’s neck to pull him in closer to the edge of the counter to share in another deep, eager kiss.
“Then say you’ll stay a little longer—that you’ll shut the world out for one more night before we go back to playing our roles on the outside,” Steve suggested with a nip over Scott’s swollen bottom lip all the while encouraging Scott to give into temptation, “Then this weekend maybe we can go to that place I told you about up north where…”
“I’ll have to check my schedule,” Scott replied behind a soft moan of temptation, pulling back only long enough to look directly at Steve with a contemplative pinch of his lips, “We’ve got a series of drills we were planning on going over, not to mention midterms around the corner and…”
“Just say yes,” Steve wrinkled his nose and inched in closer to Scott hoping to coax a more appropriate answer out of him, “For once live a little and think about what’s best for you.”
“I’m starting to think you’re what’s best for me even if you’re going to be horrible for my reputation,” Scott confessed behind a tickle of his fingers between the dip in Steve’s shoulders, letting his guard down long enough to resume in a series of kisses that a few weeks earlier he might’ve been hesitant to be sharing with the Avenger’s team leader, but now that they’d found their way together, it appeared that all the rules had changed as they’d opened the door to something between them that would no doubt change everything moving forward.
Chapter 8: Truths and Disappointments
Summary:
Scott finds himself looking forward to his upcoming weekend away with Steve, but as he spends more time with his own team, he realizes it's harder to keep his secret romance a secret. When disappointment hits, Scott and Bobby spend some time together bonding before Scott makes a decision about his future moving forward.
Notes:
This chapter contains the following prompt:
Scott Summers Bingo: N2: Tickling
Chapter Text
“So, are you ever going to tell me about this mystery guy you’ve been seeing?” Bobby questioned plopping down on the center of Scott’s bed with an Avenger’s comic book in hand and a can of the juice in the other he’d pulled out of the cabinet. With his fingers curled around it, Bobby opened the top preparing to raise the warm liquid to his lips before he rethought the gesture and used his powers to cool the can within his grasp. Once he was satisfied with his decision, he grinned and took a long swallow before looking over to Scott at his desk again across the room, “Because we both know no one is going to keep buying that you’re going out on a top-secret special mission with Captain America for days like Charles told us you’d been doing.”
“Maybe that’s exactly what I’ve been doing,” Scott answered behind a cryptic tone, twisting around to focus on the pages of the notebook spread open on the top of his desk before Bobby rolled around on Scott’s bed to kick his feet onto the floor.
“Like hell,” Bobby grumbled in response, pushing up onto his feet and crossing the room to take a seat on the edge of Scott’s desk. He set the comic book down over the center of Scott’s still open notebook before getting comfortable on the desktop with his juice can in hand, “We both know that’s not what you’ve been doing. You told me yourself that you met someone who lived in the city and…”
“I did meet someone,” Scott set his pen down, opting instead to stretch his hand up and pluck Bobby’s juice away from his fingers before Bobby could take another sip of the cool liquid, “and it’s been nice getting to spend time with him.”
“Define spending time with him,” Bobby observed Scott swallowing down the juice, “Like going around the city on dates or…?”
“Or what?”
“Shacking up in his apartment and fucking like crazy while letting the Professor think you’re on a top-secret Avenger’s mission, which by the way is pretty impressive for you to pull off considering that you’re probably the least secretive person I know Scott,” Bobby reached out for his drink again only to have Scott swipe it away at the last second.
“I was on a mission Bobby,” Scott argued keeping the can out of Bobby’s reach before sliding his chair away from his desk a bit further. With a contented smile on his lips, Scott brought one hand up over the back of his head to rub at his neatly combed dark hair before his grin expanded wider, “and also having some of the most incredible sex you can imagine with this guy who opened my life to a world beyond what we found here.”
“How so?” Bobby questioned leaning in closer to where Scott was, now more curious than ever to hear more about Scott’s misadventures along the way, “What’s this guy like? Where did you meet him?”
“It’s a long story, but he’s incredible,” Scott mused with a grin, twisting around in his seat and remembering the ways that Steve had been quick to make the most of their time together after the tension that had slipped into the last morning that he’d shared at Steve’s Manhattan apartment.
Now it felt like a lifetime ago as Scott had spent the rest of the week doing rigorous trials with the team, working like hell in the Danger Room and trying to build up his strength for the big weekend that Steve had promised him outside of their respective teams. Sure, if Scott was honest, it had been on his mind far more often than he’d cared to admit—serving as a small distraction to his role as team leader, but not enough to set him back with the others any further than perhaps a few days of being a bit sluggish when running drills. At the time the others had called him out for it, Scott had merely blown off their concerns citing that his mission had been a big one with Steve but offered nothing more than the reassurances that things appeared to be looking up in terms of cooperation with the Avengers and their team.
“Earth to Scott,” Bobby waved his hand in front of Scott’s face, prompting Scott to slip out of his daydreaming about Steve to remember that with the weekend soon approaching Scott was going to need to get his head straight long enough to make sure everything was in order for his getaway with his new lover.
“Sorry,” Scott twisted around in his chair again to smile over at Bobby, “I guess it’s a bit complicated, but we’re working it all out with what’s happening starting with this weekend.”
“What’s happening this weekend?” Bobby perked up with excitement, “You sneaking off to the city to meet him again in between missions or…?”
“We’re going away for the weekend. Somewhere private and off the grid for a while,” Scott’s voice was quieter as he leaned in closer to where Bobby was seated on his desk knowing that he should keep that tidbit of truth to himself, yet practically bursting from within at the idea of having a whole weekend alone with Steve, Scott couldn’t help but feel hopeful and giddy about what it would mean for them to go away with one another and leave responsibility behind for a little while longer.
“No,” Bobby brought one hand over the center of his chest, feigning that he was scandalized by the idea of Scott stepping outside of his bubble to experience life on the outside of the team for once, “You don’t say.”
“Yes, I do,” Scott nodded in confirmation allowing a smile to slip before he sat up straighter in his chair and cleared his throat to dial his excitement back a notch, “I mean it was his idea, but I think it’ll be good for us to get away for a while and…”
“Find your way back to that hot sex you were telling me about,” Bobby snorted with amusement, pushing his fingers across the top of Scott’s desk before kicking his toes out to nudge Scott’s thigh again, “So stop holding out on me. What’s he like? Did you follow my advice in showing him what you learned before when we went to the shop together and…?”
“Yeah, um about that Bobby,” Scott twisted around in his seat before shaking his head just a touch, “You and I should probably revisit that conversation in the future because I have to tell you that everything you told me is absolutely not what came into play with him.”
“What do you mean?” Bobby questioned behind wide eyes and a lean back further on Scott’s desk. He swung his legs over the side before another thought occurred to him, “Did you pull out some of those moves from those videos I recommended when…?”
“It went surprisingly different than anything I saw online or in those videos Bobby,” Scott was quick to confess feeling his cheeks grow hot at the memory of what he’d experienced with Steve during their brief time with one another, “I was completely wrong about what it was going to be when I got there as he and I went in an entirely different direction.”
“Different how?” Bobby asked after a pause, “Like even dirtier than we discussed?”
“Let’s just say that it was life changing,” Scott licked his lips before offering up a cryptic smile, “and everything I imagined it was going to be proved to be entirely wrong. Not only was he ready to open my eyes to new pleasures in the world, but he’s also very protective and gentle, unafraid of using a firm hand when the time calls for it, but in a good way. Like in ways I didn’t even consider before we started seeing each other but now…”
“Are you telling me he’s into kink?” Bobby’s brows perked up as Scott remembered only too well the marks he hadn’t been able to cover entirely in his return to the school after he and Steve had gotten a touch more adventurous with one another before Scott’s return, “Did you let him spank you?”
“I’m not telling you that,” Scott wrinkled his nose in response as his face grew hot remembering just how much he’d enjoyed the idea of being in that position with Steve. Bringing one hand up over his cheek, Scott twisted around in his chair again before avoiding Bobby’s questioning eyes.
“He totally did,” Bobby’s voice hitched with excitement against his swinging legs over the side of Scott’s desk, “and you liked it, didn’t you?”
“Keep your voice down,” Scott cautioned in a sharp warning, snapping his glasses-covered eyes back in Bobby’s direction behind a pinched hiss, “I don’t want to talk about this with the others.”
“But you did let him do it, didn’t you?” Bobby was grinning wider than before, unable to avoid leading Scott right back to the hotseat before their conversation took a far different turn, “So what? He’s like into darker kinks huh?”
“Ever hear of a sub before?” Scott threw out against his own need for caution, remembering the way that Steve had tossed the term out loosely in Tony’s direction before leaving Scott questioning what it was that Steve had been seeking out before they’d found one another.
“You mean like BDSM stuff?” Bobby’s jaw practically dropped in surprise and a touch of amusement, clouded by a tease of jealousy before he sat up straighter on Scott’s desk, “What did you get yourself into Scotty?”
“Something remarkable. Something that I’m still navigating the dynamics of exploring,” Scott confessed feeling a heavy weight off his chest in being able to share his truth with anyone on the outside of his time spent alone with Steve, “I’m not saying that I’m anyone’s sub considering I really haven’t gotten too detailed on what that means, but the term came up recently and…”
“He must be special because you’re the last guy I would’ve guessed would be interested in relinquishing control like that,” Bobby paused before reconsidering his words, “Well, no, actually I take that back considering that you’ve been wound up so tight lately that it’s probably easier to fall into the idea of just letting go and…”
“Have you ever subbed for anyone before?” Scott cut in remembering what little he’d found on his various internet searches outside of the school and at one of the local cafes where he could keep himself from being discovered in his flirtation with his sexual awakening.
For the most part when Scott had tried to run his information search, he’d been hit with multiple porn sites, offering up explicit couplings that were far more violent and less enjoyable than the things that Scott had shared within the walls of Steve’s apartment. Sure, some of the videos were fascinating—almost intriguing, but others had left Scott feeling conflicted and uneasy, turned off by the level of degradation that some of the ‘subs’ in the videos had been facing. That part of the experience had left Scott feeling dirty in all the wrong ways before he’d set off on his information search again hoping to find a clear answer about the role of a sub beyond what little he’d discovered in the porn direction.
“No,” Bobby cut in breaking through Scott’s thoughts before reaching out to pull one of Scott’s fruit bars off the desktop. Without asking for permission, Bobby tore it open and took a large bite of the fruit and nut concoction within his grasp responding with a mouthful of chocolate as well before looking over to Scott again, “but I wouldn’t be opposed to giving it a go if the right guy came along offering me a good time.”
“Yeah,” Scott nodded looking to Bobby’s juice can in his grip before raising it to his lips and taking a long sip, “I kind of figured as much. It doesn’t sound like it’s all that common when…”
“Oh no,” Bobby was quick to clarify in between berry and chocolate filled bites, “It’s totally a thing around the city. There’s this whole subculture especially out there complete with clubs geared towards people finding interested partners and…”
“Really?” Scott feigned innocence on the matter before he was reminded yet again of Tony’s intrusion at Steve’s apartment, talking about all the sex clubs that he and Steve had frequented together before Steve had invited Scott into his life, “You don’t say.”
“I mean yeah, it’s kind of like this huge deal out there,” Bobby maintained with a nod in between chomping bites of the snack he’d swiped from Scott’s desktop stash, “Lots of types that go to them ranging from downright dirty to more highbrow situations with people looking for Sugar baby types and…”
“Sugar baby?” Scott repeated blankly.
“Younger guys looking for an older, wealthy sugar daddy who spoils them. Spends a lot of money on them in exchange for, well, the kind of kinks that they might not find in other places,” Bobby added further before finishing off the bar in his grip. He balled up the package it had been contained in, tossing it across the room towards Scott only to realize he was coming up short on the task at hand.
Almost immediately after Bobby tossed it, he leaned forward, uncurling his fingers and shooting out a stream of ice to catch the wrapper mid-motion before it could hit the floor. With a curl of his lips and a forward lean Bobby blew into the spiral of ice he’d created, prompting the wrapper to slide across the slick surface over a loop until it landed in Scott’s trash can just out of his reach.
“Nice,” Bobby’s triumphant smirk grew wider when he nodded in approval of his own actions. He twisted on the desktop before pointing to the ice path just beyond where Scott sat, “Did you see that?”
“Yeah sure, but can we get back to that whole sugar baby thing?” Scott cut in considering the new information that Bobby had provided him with, “Does that tie into the idea of being a sub when…?”
“I mean yeah, sure, I’m guessing a lot of guys looking to be a sugar baby are also looking to please their lover in offering to be a sub,” Bobby considered Scott’s question for a moment or two, “Wealthy guys like to call the shots on things most of the time unless they’re a sub themselves looking for a dom to take charge and…”
“A dom,” Scott repeated pinching his lips together before remembering that aspect of what he’d observed on the internet.
“You have no idea what kind of world you just opened yourself up to Scott especially if this guy you’re seeing is looking to be your dom. He must be ridiculously hot though if you’re looking to consider something like that,” Bobby cut in facing Scott again as the ice he’d created still hung heavy in the space behind Scott’s chair, “Seriously though, how the hell did you meet him? Does this mystery guy have a name and…?”
“What mystery guy?” Hank’s voice questioned as he walked into the room, spotting them together. He held a football in his grip, throwing it up in the air in his approach before looking between them as if he’d stepped into some secret conversation that he was suddenly curious to be a part of, “What are we talking about?”
“Nothing,” Scott lied without hesitation, biting on his bottom lip before shooting Bobby a warning look from across the desktop.
“In the comic book,” Bobby reached for the comic he’d flung across the top of Scott’s desk, “I pulled out one of the old Avengers’ comics that Xavier had in storage because I wanted to discuss the strategy Iron Man and Captain America had worked through in one of them, but I’d grabbed the wrong one by mistake and I couldn’t quite figure out who they were battling when…”
“Loki,” Hank regarded the comic in Bobby’s hand before shaking his head, “although I strongly suspect the entire fictional account of the mission was greatly exaggerated for full effect seeing as Loki is no longer an enemy of the state or the Avengers for that matter Robert. Not to mention that Thor’s also played an active role in…”
“Neutralizing any confusion about Loki,” Scott stretched out swiping the comic book from Bobby’s fingers without warning.
Scott pulled it closer to his chest, remembering the way that Tony had mentioned Loki back in Steve’s apartment when he hadn’t known that Scott was in the bedroom waiting for Steve’s return. For a moment it caused his skin to bristle with his body remembering the uneasiness he’d experienced in learning about how Loki had been anything but an enemy to the team given Tony’s insinuation and Steve’s confirmation about what the two had shared with the former supervillain. It was enough to have Scott shudder and twist around in his seat, tossing the comic book back onto his desk again only to see the way that the page flung open to reveal Steve and Tony working together, back-to-back and putting forth a strong front to take on the ‘enemy’ in the book before Scott. Deep down Scott knew it was nothing, but there was something about seeing the way the artist had drawn Tony in his Iron Man armor with fingers gripping at Steve’s shoulder, keeping him close in a possessive grip that caused Scott’s blood to boil.
“Tony’s a friend Scott,” Scott could almost hear Steve’s voice in his mind, working to soothe Scott’s insecurities about the billionaire playboy genius that Scott was determined to despise no matter how many reassurances Steve had meant to deliver him about his working relationship with Tony.
“We’ve also been talking about Scott’s extra, overtime adventures with Captain America where he’s been flying solo on Avengers missions with their team leader,” Bobby clarified with a wrinkle of his nose and another reach for his juice can still in Scott’s hand. This time he was successful in pulling it away before holding it up in a triumphant grip, “Scott’s in the big leagues now working to build a better rapport with the Avengers.”
“So I’ve heard,” Hank’s voice held scrutiny that Scott hadn’t been expecting—almost as if he’d wanted to say something to Scott about his latest attempts at ‘building cross-team relations’ as far as the team knew but held back before regarding Bobby again with a clearing of his throat, “Warren is looking for you Robert. Said that he’d like to discuss that maneuver you pulled in the Danger Room earlier a bit further and....”
“You should go,” Scott suggested sharing a knowing look with Bobby, who’d immediately perked up at the thought of Warren looking for him even if Warren and Jean were now openly seeing one another and making things complicated for the rest of the team.
“Right. I mean, yeah, um, I totally should,” Bobby deduced before bouncing off Scott’s desk and looking between Hank and Scott before offering up a wave, “Later.”
“Later,” Scott repeated waving over at his friend before realizing that Hank was still standing in his room, staring directly at Scott with the same scrutiny he carried with his words. The football he’d been holding before was now firmly clasped within his grip before his eyes were focused on Scott behind the melting ice trail Bobby had left there in his retreat, “Can I help you with something Hank?”
“Not particularly,” Hank threw the football up in the air again before catching it midmotion and holding it closer to his chest. A second later he tossed it over to Scott, who was quick to catch it himself before Hank was moving in closer to where Scott was seated, “although does The Professor realize that your top-secret mission with Captain Rogers is more of a personal nature rather than a saving mankind mission geared towards building team relations?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott looked to the football in his hand, weighing out his options before tossing it over to Hank again. He swallowed down a breath before twisting around to focus on his notebook again, still covered by the now open page of the Avengers comic showcasing Steve with his shield and Tony at his side chasing down an enemy that had been put to life in the drawing before him, “It’s a good thing that I’m spending time with their team leader as it provides us a clear line of communication where we aren’t set to clash like we did before all those other times we wound up at the same place at the same time looking to take charge of the mission and…”
“Scott,” Hank’s voice held a deeper disappointment as he interrupted Scott’s defensive response to his scrutiny, “I can understand if you don’t wish to discuss the nature of your association with Captain Rogers, but at the same time please don’t try to insult my intelligence on the matter. Given the nature of my mutation, I’ve grown accustomed to picking up on certain scents so to speak and when you returned home the other night, it was clear that you had the distinct scent of Captain Rogers over you that…”
“He drove me home after the job was done Hank,” Scott stiffened in response, reaching out to close the comic before his thoughts got the best of him, “We were on a mission together and…”
“It’s no secret that he’s been inclined to notice younger men through the years,” Hank cleared his throat again before lowering his voice, “It’s perhaps been one of the Avengers worst kept secrets beyond the one about Tony Stark having that threesome in the Quinjet while the president was doing that speech down by the Hudson that time we were there to celebrate our victory against the alien attack where…”
“It’s not like that Hank,” Scott argued with a dismissive wrinkle of his nose finding that the longer he denied it, the more irritated he was staring at the drawing of Steve and Tony with one another in full color on the pages before Scott.
“No?” Hank called his bluff.
“No,” Scott confirmed reaching out to slam the comic book shut before finding the courage to twist around in his seat and face down his friend all the while recognizing that Hank didn’t believe a word he said, “We’ve wanted to get the teams to cooperate with one another for far too long already and have the Avengers take us seriously when…”
“Scott,” Hank merely stated his name, abandoning the football with a toss of it onto the center of Scott’s bed before folding his arms in front of his chest to deliver that mock-parental scrutiny that Scott hadn’t anticipated receiving from his teammate, “Is this because of Jean and Warren?”
“Hank, I’m telling you that nothing is going on with…” Scott began again only to observe the way that Hank circled around his room to take a seat on the edge of the bed.
“Because I have to tell you Scott what happened when we were all in Europe before between them was…” Hank started only to prompt Scott to curl the comic book up in his grip before tossing it back onto his desktop.
“None of my business,” Scott replied stiffly knowing only too well that Jean and Warren hadn’t bothered to spare his feelings on the matter as Scott had caught them kissing in the corners of the school far more often than he’d cared to admit to.
Not that he’d felt the same way he did before after he’d found Steve, but it still stung thinking about all the ways he and Jean had bonded before she’d done an about face and left him hanging in favor of falling into Warren’s charm. Not that Scott could blame her as Warren was a handsome guy, full of personality and with enough money to make her dreams come true. If anything, Warren was the perfect catch who was beyond socially acceptable for a girl like Jean who’d come from a family that was much more normal than the one Scott had been without.
“Scott…”
“Look Hank, I know you mean well, but I can assure you that I’m not going to be a problem for Jean and Warren,” Scott cut in again firm in his decision to put that part of his past behind him as he’d found himself facing down a new possibility with Steve in his life, “I’m happy that she’s happy with him and…”
“Scott, that’s not what I was trying to say here,” Hank began again behind an uneasy breath, “I was just trying to say that if you’re thinking about going to extremes because of the underhanded way that Warren swooped in to win her over and…”
“Jean made her decision and I accept that Hank,” Scott interrupted again before standing up and moving out of his chair knowing that the longer he kept talking to his friend, the harder he was going to slip up should be keep going down that road with one of his best friends who was the smartest guy he knew, “I want Jean to be happy and if Warren does that for her, then I’m happy for them.”
“But you’re miserable Scott,” Hank deduced watching the way that Scott reached for the top desk drawer and stuffed the comic book inside of it pausing only long enough to look at the ripped VIP club card he’d not-so-subtly swiped from Steve’s countertop right before Steve had taken him home.
Sure, yeah, maybe it was a bad idea at the time, taking something that Tony had blatantly left there for Steve, but armed with the belief that it could serve as information that might prove useful in his research, Scott had swiped the two halves of the card, certain to investigate the club further when his courage mounted. However, in between his other internet searches, he’d damn near forgotten about the clandestine grab he’d made at the time he’d left Steve’s place. At the time it felt important, but once he’d gotten home it almost felt silly to Scott for having taken something so trivial in the grand scheme of things, leaving him tossing it into his desk drawer and temporarily forgetting about it until the comic had landed directly beside the torn card in a painful reminder of what once was where Steve was concerned.
“Not nearly as miserable as I imagined I would be in this position on the outside of what Jean and I thought we would find with one another,” Scott lowered his head and sighed. Fighting to shake the thoughts about the club Tony had wanted to take Steve to, Scott closed his desk drawer and allowed his thoughts to return to Jean. He closed his eyes and he thought back to the way he’d been working double time to avoid Jean after he’d come back from Steve’s apartment fearing that she would be able to see the truth in his secret romance outside of the team, yet somehow in Hank’s questioning Scott feared that he hadn’t factored everyone else in his decision to keep quiet about his new romance and the potential about what it could bring to his life at the school in his return.
“Scott, I know you say that now, but I’m also aware of how long you waited to find love with Jean before when…” Hank spoke up again, offering up a deeper concern behind his approach, “It’s hard to accept when something is over and often when a person is grieving they find themselves reaching that place where they feel like they have to go to extremes in order to erase the hurt and…”
“I’m not going to extremes,” Scott found the courage to turn around and face his friend, “and I’m not breaking inside because Jean decided that I wasn’t the guy for her. Really. I promise you that I’m not letting this change me. I’m okay with what’s going on.”
“Are you?” Hank arched a suspicious brow, “Because you know if you ever need to talk to someone…”
“I don’t,” Scott’s words were harsher than he’d intended, causing him to dial it back with a lean into his desk. His fingers gripped the wooden surface behind him, struggling to find the right words before he regarded his friend knowing that Hank had been one of his closest confidants over the time they’d spent as students in Xavier’s school before they’d welcomed the idea of bringing their knowledge to the team and the staff at the safe haven Charles had provided so many others, “Look all I’m saying is that I’m sorting through my reality, trying to find my place in the world outside of the notion of ‘Scott and Jean’. I’m not going to pretend that it was something I’d anticipated would happen like it did, but now that Jean’s found some happiness in her life, I’d like to do the same as well.”
“By spending time with Captain America?” Hank posed the question before leaning back onto Scott’s mattress and angling his head up to catch Scott in a lie in Hank’s approach.
“It doesn’t present a problem to the team if he and I are learning to open the lines of communication between us and invite a cordial unification of our teams onto the table,” Scott maintained behind a tight flex of his jaw and the memory of Steve’s hot kisses all over his body surging through his brain upon Hank’s accusations, “It’s good for everyone if we all learn to get along and work together to save the city when a threat arises.”
“The only threat I feel is closing in on our team is the one of Steve Rogers and his roaming eye when it comes to chasing beautiful things,” Hank countered behind a pinch of his lips and a push forward on the edge of Scott’s bed as if he was gearing up to give Scott another long lecture meant to caution Scott away from following his heart. There was something in his approach, in his eyes that told Scott full well that Hank had put the pieces together faster than anyone else around them, no doubt silently judging Scott for the marks he’d returned with after he’d picked up on the ways Steve had changed Scott in his time away from the school, but instead of vocalizing them, Hank merely shrugged and swallowed down his need to intrude upon Scott’s privacy, “Just be careful Scott and use caution when working towards an alliance with the good Captain. I’m not saying his intentions aren’t pure, but knowing how vulnerable you are after what happened with Jean and Warren…”
“I’m not going to invite him to break my heart Hank,” Scott relented softening his voice before sidestepping around the ice pathway still melting over his wooden flooring. He was careful not to slip on the damp puddle near the trash can before he took a seat beside Hank on his bed. Still facing forward and unable to meet his friend’s concerned eyes, Scott spoke up quieter than before, “I’m just looking to figure out what makes me happy in all of this. Trying to test the waters of what feels right.”
“By going to Robert for advice on the matter?” Hank fought to suppress the disapproving laugh that rolled over his tongue, “He’s one of my dearest friends Scott, but we both know that when it comes to matters of the heart Robert’s a touch misguided in his approach to a mature adult relationship and…”
“He means well,” Scott swallowed down a breath before reaching out to position his hand over Hank’s thigh and offer up a small squeeze of understanding, “and so do you, which I really do appreciate regardless of how intrusive all of this might feel right now.”
“Intrusive or not, you’re my friend Scott and I find myself concerned about your well-being especially after all the times I’ve witnessed that you have not taken the time to consider doing the same,” Hank replied bringing his thick, heavy fingers over Scott’s on his thigh in a small squeeze, “I know that might feel as if it’s an intrusion in your life, but it’s in my protective nature to look after those I care about even at times when they simply do not require my input and…”
“It might not be entirely welcome in this situation, but it is appreciated,” Scott replied returning the squeeze of Hank’s fingers over his, “and for what it’s worth, I promise you that I’m not approaching anything with blinders on my friend. I see the world for what it is now more than ever.”
“Which is all the reason why I fear for the inevitable outcome down the road when you realize that we’re from a different world than the one Steve Rogers walks around in,” Hank held his hand tighter than before, “He’s lived a lot more life than you have Scott.”
“Doesn’t make me any less capable of appreciating his experience and wisdom in his approach to bonding with me,” Scott took a different approach in positioning his head on Hank’s shoulder to take in the quiet exchange between them, “Trust me I know what I’m doing in all of this.”
“I’m not so certain,” Hank conceded tipping his head to the side to position it against Scott’s in their talk with one another, “There are a lot of experiences out there that you certainly haven’t had against what I know to be true about the Avengers’ team leader.”
“Such as?” Scott asked, closing his eyes behind his glasses as he focused on the way that Hank’s fingers were linked in his, so much larger and protective in ways that took Scott back to remembering what it was like to hold Steve’s hand, sharing in the tender intimacy he hadn’t been able to experience with others in the past.
“Bucky Barnes,” Hank’s words were curt and to the point, bringing Scott from the memory of Steve’s touch to the reality of the one thing that Steve had expressed his deepest regret over through the years.
“Why would you mention him?” Scott sat up straighter. He twisted around on the mattress to face his best friend down, unable to hide the frown that threatened to overrule the ease he’d felt earlier in the day in thinking about his relationship with Steve.
“Because I think it’s important to note the ways in which his faith in Captain America led him down a dark path to a place where his life expired all too soon when he was caught up in a battle that proved to be too much,” Hank replied reaching out to touch the side of Scott’s face.
“We fight battles all the time my friend. Darker ones than they faced that fateful day that Bucky was lost from Steve’s life,” Scott brought his fingers up over Hank’s on his face.
“Doesn’t mean that the tragedy couldn’t have been prevented if Bucky had been clear headed about what was happening,” Hank maintained behind a grimace, “If he hadn’t been caught up in boyhood infatuation with Steve then…”
“I’m not experiencing a boyhood infatuation,” Scott’s lip curled in a pout, remembering the things he’d shared with Steve back in his apartment, “and I’m not Bucky Barnes. I never let my personal feelings intrude upon a mission when I’m set to command and…”
“I know you don’t Scott, but at the same time,” Hank began again before releasing Scott’s cheek, “Just be careful alright? I’d really hate to have to tear apart the Avengers’ team leader for leading you down the wrong road and leaving you worse off than Jean did before.”
“Not going to happen,” Scott promised with a small reassurance on his lips, remembering the way he’d kissed Steve goodbye before spending the rest of the week sharing text messages with his new lover in the hopes of building a more solid plan for their weekend together, “Trust me I know what I’m doing in all of this.”
“I certainly hope so,” Hank’s brow creased with scrutiny, but knowing he’d already pushed his luck on the subject far too long, he cleared his throat and tried a different approach, “The Professor also wanted me to tell you that he’d like to run over the Danger Room program for this afternoon with you before he pulls the team together to go over the new set of trials he’s put together. Said something about wanting you on the sidelines of this one, working us through the drills and…”
“I probably shouldn’t keep him waiting then,” Scott replied, patting Hank on the leg again before standing up and looking around his room, “We’ve got work to do it seems.”
“So we do my friend,” Hank smiled back at Scott, offering up one last look of concern before returning to his usual demeanor reaching for the football and tossing it up over his head before catching it effortlessly, “Though know now that I’m going to make you work for it in bossing me around on that set later.”
“I look forward to it,” Scott nodded in response, sharing a few brief words with his friend and knowing that regardless of the awkwardness of the conversation between them Hank wouldn’t dare breathe a word about Scott’s private matters to anyone on the outside of the conversation thus leading Scott to realize that perhaps he could eventually speak to Hank as a sounding board when more of his personal life was ironed out, leaving him stronger than he was before his secret affair began. Still with Steve and the weekend plans they’d made on the mind, Scott vowed to go through the rest of his duties and responsibilities knowing fully there was light at the end of the tunnel once the week was over.
“He cancelled on you?” Bobby’s horrified gasp was met by a shudder over Scott’s shoulder prompting Scott to realize that his friend hadn’t at all listened to Scott when he’d asked to be excused from the post-training snack session that the team was sharing in the kitchen with one another.
Sure, maybe it had started off being business as usual when the day got into full swing after Charles had laid out their training plans and put them into Scott’s more than capable hands. It had taken the team from their own private corners of the school, driving them to work the limits of their mutations in a new set of drills Charles had put together to bring them closer to each other and work more efficiently as a team. With Scott at the helm of it all, calling the shots on the drills itself, it felt as if they were working towards deeper communication, bonding as a team in ways that all the trivial soap-style drama had stolen from them a few weeks earlier. No longer concerned about Warren showing off or Jean giving Warren a lingering glance, Scott had been focused and ready to step up proving himself to be a better leader than he’d been before.
The training session had gone so well in fact that by the time it was over they were all laughing and sharing jokes like they’d done in their early days with one another (Scott included). It was a lighter moment, one that had led them to the kitchen to share in snacks and a discussion about what they should expect from future drills Charles threw at them as they went on. It seemed that for once the team was on the road to being what they were before ready to prove that the X-Men were just as powerful as the Avengers when they were ready to defend those in need of their help. That is until in between Bobby pulling a prank on Warren to get everyone to laugh from their position around the island countertop Scott received ‘the text’.
“The text,” Scott had mouthed to himself when he’d spotted Steve’s number coming in. Not the one that the team was used to that rang from Avenger’s tower, but rather the one that Steve had programmed into Scott’s phone before he’d left Steve’s apartment that first night that they’d spent time together working on art and exploring each other.
It was enough to have Scott’s head swimming with possibility, his mind filled with hope for what could be as he tapped the screen to reveal Steve’s message (carefully coded to conceal his identity when Scott had later tweaked Steve’s entry to offer up a decidedly less obvious identity to the man who had filled Scott’s head with hope for the days to come). However, as soon as Scott read the text message on the screen, it appeared that his luck had taken a turn for the worst.
“I’m sorry kitten, but I’m going to have to cancel this weekend,” the words had felt like a dagger to Scott’s heart with Steve citing a big meeting and a crisis on the horizon keeping him from being where he’d promised Scott they could be for the days to follow, “I swear I’m going to make it up to you when I get back. Hopefully still sometime during the weekend and if we can’t get away, then at least I’ll have you over my place for dinner and…”
“I’ve got to go,” Scott had managed to get out when he was surrounded by the others, unable to escape the deep gut punch disappointment that had rocked over him when Steve had explained that the job had made for a means of them not being able to follow through on their promises with one another.
Sure, on some level, Scott understood it better than anyone, yet when he’d returned to his room contemplating all the words that he knew he should say to Steve about his disappointment, he found that none came out. Instead, he’d simply penned the words “Sure, no problem” to Steve before sinking down on his bed and considering all the plans they’d made for their big getaway.
“It was a longshot anyway,” Scott had mused to himself knowing full well he’d set his hopes high for the time away from life as he knew it, realizing that with the trip he’d discover a deeper awareness of what he’d been searching for outside of his life with the team. So caught up in what he’d hoped would happen, Scott had allowed himself to prepare for the way things could go down up north, even taking the time to research things in the area that he could suggest to only enhance their romantic getaway.
Except it’s not happening, Scott realized returning to his room and sinking down on the bed filled with a selfish disappointment over what he knew he’d miss out on with Steve away for the weekend.
“Want to talk about it?” Bobby’s words cut through Scott’s disappointment with him tapping on the door and then inviting himself inside despite Scott’s refusal to encourage him to do so. Without another sound Bobby climbed in on the bed beside Scott, stretching out on the blankets and mirroring Scott’s movements in staring at the ceiling above him, ““He cancelled on you, huh?”
“Unfortunately, so,” Scott replied behind a tight pinch of his lips together as one hand was positioned over his abdomen, “which I suppose was to be expected since the weekend sounded too good to be true. I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up for the idea of getting away when it was clearly not in the cards for us.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that. It seemed like he was pretty serious about going out with you with all the texts you’ve been sharing all week. Maybe something came up,” Bobby suggested tilting his head in Scott’s direction, hoping to offer up a glimmer of encouragement against Scott’s disappointment, “Look how often it happens with us. One minute we’re out enjoying ourselves and then the next a villain tries to overrun the city and…”
“Duty calls,” Scott finished knowingly before looking over to where Bobby was at his side, “I mean I get that, and work isn’t something you can just shut out when you’re facing urgent matters.”
“I mean it’s not like the guy you’re dating is off saving the world or anything, right?” Bobby teased hoping to make light of the situation at hand, “I mean sooner or later he’d be the one in your shoes experiencing the let down when we are sent on a mission and…”
“Yeah, sure, I know you’re right,” Scott replied returning his focus to counting the dots on the ceiling above him, “I know he wouldn’t have canceled if it wasn’t important. It’s not like him to just drop everything without a good reason.”
“Yeah, I mean it’s not like he’s Captain America or anything,” Bobby snorted with amusement, clearly pulling forth his thoughts based upon the things Xavier had told the others about Scott’s ‘side missions’. When Scott failed to laugh at Bobby’s humor, Bobby stopped laughing long enough to search Scott’s tense jawline again behind a curious expression, “right?”
“I’m sure you’re right,” Scott cut in in a neutral voice hoping to keep himself from giving too much away, “I’m sure that he had something to do that couldn’t be put on hold long enough for us to slip away like that. Plus, who knows what could come up when I was gone? With the way the team has been running drills lately, I think it’s safe to say you need me here more than I’m needed up north for a weekend adventure.”
“Still sucks that it happened,” Bobby reached out to touch Scott’s arm gently before moving in closer to nudge Scott’s side, “I’m sure once he returns from his emergency that he’ll try to make it up to you. Especially if you’re looking to be his sugar baby.”
“I didn’t say anything about being his sugar baby,” Scott groaned outwardly before looking over at Bobby once again.
“Didn’t say anything about being a sub for Captain America either, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t true, does it?” Bobby questioned far more serious than he’d been before now that he was staring directly into Scott’s ruby lenses and biting down on his bottom lip with a touch of consideration behind his approach, “You’re sleeping with Steve, aren’t you?”
“Why would you ask that?” Scott tensed up at the question, hoping to hold back on the truth in his answer with Bobby at his side.
“I don’t know…maybe because of the other day when we were at the store,” Bobby twisted around with a shrug before reaching for one of Scott’s pillows and settling in beside him, “Or the way you were talking before he left. Or maybe it’s the way that any time anyone mentions Captain America you do this thing where your jaw flexes ever so slightly and you seem to perk up just a touch where…”
“Bobby, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott opened his mouth to sell the lie he’d convinced himself was better to share with the team, but remembering how readily Hank had figured it out with what Scott was doing, Scott felt guilty for trying to conceal the truth from his friend who’d been there to cheer him on every step of the way. Swallowing down his fear, Scott twisted in towards Bobby before speaking up again behind uncertain words, “Look, you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?”
“So, then you ARE sleeping with Captain America?” Bobby’s eyes widened with amusement and surprise rolling over his lips.
“I mean it Bobby. Keep your voice down,” Scott’s voice was quieter than before, offering up a much darker tone than he’d intended when he found himself facing down the truth about sharing his secret romance with the others, “This isn’t something that I want to get out considering that…”
“Charles would be furious if he knew that Steve was working a number on you instead of taking you out on boring by the books missions,” Bobby remarked behind a shake of his head and a laugh remembering the ways Charles had told him and the others about Scott’s ‘missions’ with the Avengers team, “which is probably why you’ve been working so hard to sell the lie about these team bonding missions together when…”
“We were on team bonding missions together,” Scott argued against Bobby’s teasing laughter before growing quieter yet. He leaned in closer to where Bobby was before speaking up behind a sudden seriousness, “Just not the kind that the team thinks that I’m on and technically while we’re at it, I’m not just sleeping with Steve.”
“Wait, so you mean you’re sleeping with other Avengers too?” Bobby damn near choked at the thought behind widening eyes and a scandalized expression on his face, “You slut! How did you let this happen without anyone knowing and why the hell didn’t you invite me to tag along?”
“What? No, of course not. That’s not what I’m doing,” Scott wrinkled his nose and shook his head adamantly at Bobby’s accusation, “Not at all. It’s nothing like that. Steve and I are together…just us…what I mean…what I meant to say is that it’s not just about sex when I’m with him Bobby. I really like him. In ways I wasn’t expecting when we started talking to one another and the thing is…we’re seeing each other like dating and…”
“Fucking vigorously along the way,” Bobby finished behind a teasing grin, “which means you’ve experienced a front row seat to checking out his naked ass and his hidden freak nature firsthand. I mean he is a total freak, right? I mean how can he not be looking the way he does and carrying himself like he has been around the rest of us acting all proper and polite when he’s got the idea of training a sub on his mind and…”
“Bobby!” Scott cut him off with a scowl.
“What?” Bobby sat up straighter on Scott’s bed reaching for one of Scott’s pillows and bringing it to the center of his chest in contemplating Scott’s words, “You were the one who was talking about being a sub and having a dom, which naturally lends itself to my long-standing theories about Steve Rogers being one kinky son of a bitch who knows how to let loose and have a good time and…”
“It’s complicated,” Scott shifted on the blankets, moving upright as well as he thought back to the last time that he’d been alone with Steve, “I mean yeah, we’re doing some sexy things together, but there’s also a tenderness and an intimacy that I wasn’t expecting. It’s like when I’m with him he sees just me—only me and he makes me feel like…”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the only thing that matters in the world when I’m there with him,” Scott’s face grew flushed remembering the ways that Steve’s touch had taken him to places he hadn’t imagined possible in their time together, “Like he won’t be complete unless he’s touching me, taking me in his arms and doing things that…”
“That what?” Bobby sat up straighter, leaning in closer to where Scott was at his side.
“That we both need more than we thought possible when our flirtation began,” Scott let out a long sigh closing his eyes and remembering the way it felt to have Steve stretched out over him, kissing him in places that ached to be touched and loved by him again, “It’s not like anything I’ve ever experienced before because it’s somehow less trivial and deeper than anything else I’ve ever let myself get wrapped up in with anyone else.”
“Because of the incredible sex you’re having together?” Bobby perked up at the thought before Scott twisted around on his bed again.
“The sex is a part of it. An amazing part of it as I’m learning things that I didn’t even know were a thing, but beyond that it’s like he sees me in ways no one else has before,” Scott divulged feeling heat rush over his cheeks before reopening his eyes to note the way his friend was watching him in his fawning over Steve despite the cancellation Steve made for their weekend together, “There’s just so much happening all at once and it’s complicated, but not like messy complicated. Like almost comfortable in ways that I don’t think either one of us were really considering when it started and we’re still trying to sort it all out.”
“Meaning?” Bobby inquired holding the pillow tighter to his chest in taking in Scott’s every word.
“That we’re working out the dynamics of our relationship to find the right fit for us that feels good in sharing it,” Scott explained folding his legs underneath him before twisting around to face Bobby directly, “which is why I’m not looking to make things even more complicated by letting everyone know what we’re doing. The way I see it my private life isn’t anyone’s business right now when…”
“You’re experiencing mind altering sex with Steve Rogers behind closed doors by sneaking away to the city to some clandestine love shack where he’s trying to introduce you to a world of sub training,” Bobby threw back at him with a squeeze of his fingers into the pillow he was hugging tightly against his chest.
“It’s not a love shack,” Scott argued against Bobby’s assessment of his relationship, “It’s his apartment. His secret apartment that not many people know about where we can work together on art and…”
“Art?” Bobby’s brow perked up with interest.
“Look, it’s a long story, but the thing is…we kind of connected when I ran into him at an art class he was taking and after, well everything just sort of fell into place,” Scott maintained offering up as little of the truth as possible in remembering how his time doing nude modeling had opened the door to something that he hadn’t thought possible when the idea of posing to earn money to impress Jean had been his initial goal, “Or at least it was until he had to cancel this weekend on me.”
“Because of an Avengers emergency?” Bobby questioned remembering Scott’s earlier disappointment in Steve’s backing out of their plans together.
“So it would seem,” Scott sighed reaching for another one of his pillows and hugging it to his chest as well, “and even though I’d like to say I understand, there’s this part of me that’s disappointed that we won’t be able to explore the promises we’ve been making to one another this week. As much as I’d like to say I’m not upset, I can’t help but shake this feeling that we could’ve had something special this weekend if life didn’t get in the way.”
“With Steve’s ass to hold onto when he was using that super soldier power cock on you, I’m sure you could have plenty of special things to play with when you were alone together,” Bobby snorted making a lewd gesture before throwing his pillow onto the top of the mattress. He twisted around and made a loud moan before sitting up on top of it and mimicking riding the invisible cock called into question with his movements.
“Knock it off Bobby!” Scott pulled his pillow away from his own chest, working to slap Bobby with it to make him stop simulating whatever naughty things Bobby believed that Scott and Steve were planning before laughter spilled from Bobby’s lips.
“Oh yeah, you were going to take a ride on America’s cock and explore the possibility of seeing stars with that beautiful ass in your grip,” Bobby ignored Scott’s pillow assault in favor of repositioning the pillow beneath him and continuing his naughty simulation resembling nothing like what Scott and Steve had done with one another before a snort fell from his lips, “Oh Captain give it to me. I’ll do anything you want. Please just let me be your dutiful sub and I promise I’ll be your special good boy. Harder Captain!”
“Knock it off Bobby,” Scott hit him with the pillow again before Bobby amped up the frequency of his movements, working double time to pretend he was getting off on the imaginary cock on the pillow beneath him before Scott smacked him harder than before with his pillow, “I mean it.”
“That’s it. Give it to me Scotty,” Bobby snorted louder than before pushing up on his knees and dry humping the pillow in ways that had Scott tossing his own pillow aside and moving across the bed to tug on Bobby’s leg, sending him down into the blankets in a heap before laughter spilled from his lips.
“Oh, Scotty would you rock my world?” Bobby’s teasing words were met by a twist of Scott over him, working to stretch out over Bobby long enough to wrench Scott’s now violated pillow out from beneath his friend still behaving like a fool over the information he’d extracted from Scott in their conversation.
“Knock it off,” Scott tugged hard on the pillow sending Bobby down harder against his mattress before Scott was throwing it towards the top of the bed. When Bobby stuck his tongue out and sounded out beneath Scott, Scott found himself reaching for Bobby’s sides beginning a tickle assault that spiraled out of nowhere yet had Bobby laughing harder than before at his own silly nature.
“Oh, Scotty give it to me!” Bobby’s laughter transformed into tears as he fought back with cooling fingertips now sending icy jolts of awareness up and under Scott’s t-shirt to bring Scott to shivers against the frozen touch creeping over his body to have him squirming against Bobby’s tickle attack, “I want you to be my good submissive boy and rock my world.”
“Oh, I’ll rock your world alright,” Scott reached for Bobby’s fingers, wrenching them out from beneath his shirt and leaving behind a damp trail where Bobby’s icy fingertips had once played over Scott’s ribcage in his tickling touch. With a shake of his head, Scott let out a small snarl before dragging Bobby’s arms up higher across the blankets past the pillows until Scott was stretching his arms up high as well. It didn’t stop Bobby from writhing beneath him, kicking his shoe off and trying to bring his cooling toes up to tickle over Scott’s inner thigh with a twist of his leg in between Scott’s thighs meant to continue the tickle assault they’d started with one another, “You’re going to pay for that Bobby!”
“Try me,” Bobby stuck his tongue out again and continued to wiggle his toes into Scott’s thigh, causing Scott to pin Bobby’s wrists down harder on the mattress. He stretched out further across the length of his friend, preparing to launch an even greater tickle assault in hovering over Bobby and preparing to lash out further with a more intensified approach when the sound of a gasp from the doorway caused Scott to take pause in what he was doing.
“Scott…oh, I…I didn’t mean to intrude. I thought you were alone,” Jean’s voice was quick to pour into the room, causing Scott to stiffen in realizing that he was stretched out over Bobby, lending to the illusion that they were doing more than having a conversation and joking about Scott’s sex life with Steve.
Now with Scott stretched out over his friend seemingly pinned down on the center of Scott’s bed, Scott could only imagine what it was that Jean believed she’d walked in on. Bobby’s red face was no longer laughing, instead he was staring up at Scott behind wide eyes and a gaping gulp as Bobby, too, feared that Jean had gotten the wrong impression about what was happening between them. However, not one to linger too long in confusion, Scott carefully rolled over to the side of his bed and found himself looking at the girl that he’d once convinced himself he couldn’t be without.
At first, he’d realized he was ready to explain himself and bounce off the bed, abandoning Bobby in the name of retreating back to what he’d been before, but remembering how life had changed since Jean had hooked up with Warren, Scott merely stretched out beside Bobby, doing the impossible in allowing his long, slender arm to drape around Bobby’s waist and his hand to move up underneath the bottom of Bobby’s wrinkled t-shirt to touch over his cool abdomen as if he hadn’t been embarrassed by being discovered with his friend in such a compromising position discussing Scott’s new guy. Instead, Scott found himself smiling over at Jean as if he hadn’t had a care in the world with Bobby dumbfounded beneath him on the mattress.
“Clearly I wasn’t,” Scott’s fingertips traced up the center of Bobby’s chest underneath his t-shirt, offering with the movement a mischievous grin before addressing Jean again, “Was there something you wanted Jean?”
“I, um..” Jean bit down on her bottom lip looking between Scott and Bobby behind a stunned expression before she was quick to shake her head. Her cheeks were a pale crimson color and the wide-eyed looks she was giving Bobby and Scott said it all when Scott leaned in closer to where Bobby was stretched out on his blankets.
“Did you want to say something?” Scott asked behind a lazy breath, leaning in closer to where Bobby was to breathe onto his shoulder. Taking it a step further, he nuzzled his nose into the side of Bobby’s neck before removing his hand from underneath Bobby’s shirt. He squeezed at Bobby’s hip before reaching up to position his hand over Bobby’s heart over the fabric of his blue t-shirt, “Something on your mind?”
“No, I um…I mean I was just going to…never mind,” Jean finally gulped, quick to turn around and leave Scott’s bedroom where a suddenly silent Bobby was blinking up at Scott in confusion, struggling to take in what was happening with Scott’s lips just above his ear as if they were caught up in some romantic rendezvous with one another.
“Um, what just happened here?” Bobby finally found the courage to speak up, shoving Scott in the center of the chest to nudge him away before sitting upright on the center of Scott’s bed.
“Jean thinks she just caught us trying to make out with one another,” Scott explained rolling onto his back and dropping down on the mattress behind a satisfied smirk in remembering the horrified expression on Jean’s face when she’d walked into his room without knocking.
“Yeah, um I got that much, but why would you lead her to think that?” Bobby blinked over at Scott in confusion. He brought one hand up through his hair before turning his full attention to Scott again stretched out beside him, “You and I both know that we’re not together like that. Sure, we were playing around, but we aren’t at all flirting with the idea of making out and…”
“But Jean doesn’t know that,” Scott rolled onto his side before looking up at Bobby again behind a touch of laughter on his lips, “and if she’s thinking that you and I are flirting with the idea of a relationship between us then she’s not going to go digging any deeper into discovering that…”
“You’re seeing Steve,” Bobby finished behind a slack jaw and a rub of his fingers over the top of his head as he tried to keep up with Scott’s logic, “but why would you want to make her think we were together? Shouldn’t you tell her that you are dating someone else and…?”
“Let her go straight to Charles and tell him about Steve and me? No, not a chance. That’s the absolute worst thing I could let happen right now considering that I don’t know how it’s going to go once the professor finds out,” Scott frowned remembering all the complications that could arise from his secret relationship going public, “I mean think about it Bobby. You said it yourself that the professor would flip if he had any idea about what Steve and I are doing together.”
“Sure, yeah he probably would, but as you pointed out it isn’t anyone’s business who you are spending your time with,” Bobby reminded him blankly before shaking his head again, “We aren’t kids anymore so who we choose to spend our time with doesn’t really matter when…”
“The Avengers are our rival team,” Scott stated the obvious before bringing his arm up over his head, “and if anyone thought that Steve and I seeing each other could complicate the already tense line of communication between us, then we could wind up with an even bigger problem on our hands when…”
“I don’t think anyone is going to be angry that you’re riding his…” Bobby began again with a hint of amusement before Scott shot him a scowl, “well, except for maybe Jean and the professor considering that if you really take the time to think about it Steve’s technically a whole heck of a lot older than he is and…”
“Bobby!”
“I’m just saying,” Bobby shrugged before looking over at Scott again, “I mean yeah, I know there’s that whole being put on ice for so long that’s done wonders for his overall physique, but he’s still kind of old. Not that I’m saying it’s out of the question to hook up with him because at the same time if you take one look at the guy he could be centuries old, and he’d still be beyond fuckable.”
“Again, that’s not the point,” Scott interrupted behind an impatient huff, “Steve’s the team leader of a rival team that constantly butts heads with us when we’re trying to make a name for ourselves.”
“Plus with the obvious age gap between you, it’s bound to create a scandal if word got out,” Bobby maintained going off on a tangent once again, “Then throw in the fact that you’re a mutant into the mix it’s bound to generate some heat from the mainstream considering that we’re not exactly the most popular team in town and…”
“Look, I’m not saying that those aren’t all valid points you’ve got there, but when it gets down to it it’s just easier if I don’t have Jean poking into my personal life right now. It isn’t her business who I am spending my time with when I’m away from the school and if she finds out what’s going on, she’s not going to just let it go without getting herself involved somehow,” Scott maintained behind a grimace remembering the complications he was facing in sorting it out with Steve, “I care about Jean. I really do, but for the longest time she and I were sharing everything with one another. After doing it for so long, we developed this bond between us where she was always looking inside me to see the truth behind what I was doing, but this…this is something I want for just me.”
“I can understand that,” Bobby conceded weighing out Scott’s words, “I mean I probably wouldn’t want to share it with her either that I was Captain America’s sugar baby if I could help it and…”
“I’m not his sugar baby,” Scott argued again behind an impatient huff, “I’m just…hoping to keep this special for as long as I can without someone else trying to get in the way. Jean means well, but once she pushes her way into what’s happening with me, it opens the door to new complications that… Look, it’s just if I can find a way to keep her from learning what’s going on, then maybe I can work myself up to telling her the truth in my own time, in my own way once Steve and I are in a more secure place where…”
“You’re able to take weekend trips together without the world falling apart keeping it from happening,” Bobby noted finally dropping back onto Scott’s bed and stretching out beside him to make himself comfortable again, “I mean it makes sense in its own way that you would wind up connecting with their team leader, who apparently is even more repressed than you are when he’s secretly in the shadows ready to let his inner dom out to play and have a little fun with your sexy ass and…”
“Watch it Bobby,” Scott stretched out further on the bed while weighing out his options, “Right now I just need to figure out how to handle the situation before everyone finds out the truth and…”
“Letting Jean think we’re dating probably wasn’t the smartest of plans considering that we’re certainly not dating. Not that I don’t find you to be cute because you’re absolutely hot in your own way, but we’d just never click like that. We’re too close and seeing as we’re both kind of submissive it wouldn’t make for a fun time together when it gets down to it and…,” Bobby pointed out again before another thought occurred to him, “Though if it brings me one step closer to seeing Captain America naked, then I’m willing to open the door to exploration if you’re willing to bring me along on dates for cover then…”
“Not going to happen Bobby,” Scott explained with a touch of a frown and a firm shake of his head.
“Damn, well it was worth a shot,” Bobby decided giving Scott another long once over, “Though you know if you were ever inclined to snap a photo to send my way just to give me a visual to work with then I’d probably be indebted to you until the end of time and…”
“Again, not going to happen,” Scott assured him with a pinch of his lips together before weighing out his options, “and for what it’s worth, I’m sorry that I dragged you into this mess. I know I didn’t exactly give you the opportunity to decide whether you wanted to play along and get pulled into this drama with Jean and I before I did what I did and…”
“Hey, it feels good to be used for the greater good occasionally. Plus, Jean’s stolen my guy,” Bobby blurted out behind a small pout and a twist over Scott’s blankets to settle in at his side, “even if he was never really meant to be my guy, she’s got him now and it sucks, so why can’t I let her think that I stole hers as well?”
“Bobby, I know it’s asking a lot but…” Scott angled his head in closer to where Bobby was beside him.
“I’ll cover for you Scotty,” Bobby cut back with a stretch of his cool fingers into the side of Scott’s face before Scott could say anything further, “Even if anyone with half a brain could see that you and I would never happen, I don’t mind letting Jean think that it is a possibility. Sure, I mean it probably won’t be something she buys for very long considering that we’ll have to orchestrate our way around date nights to find something for me to do when you’re off with Steve, but if it gets a rise out of her and Warren, then I’m all for it.”
“Really?” Scott questioned as Bobby’s thumb cooled further and dipped into the hollow of his cheekbone.
“Sure,” Bobby nodded in response before bringing his frozen thumb over the center of Scott’s plump, parted lips behind a smile, “but only if you promise to invite me over to Steve’s apartment to mix it up with some of his hot friends so maybe I can pick up an Avenger of my own to have unabashedly dirty sex with when the mood hits. I heard that Tony’s still single and…”
“You don’t want any of Tony,” Scott scoffed behind a deep scowl pulling away from Bobby’s touch in remembering the one man he was determined was the worst influence in Steve’s life after the secret conversation Scott had overheard between them at Steve’s apartment, “That guy is a laundry list of problems and…”
“He’s hot as fuck,” Bobby maintained behind a suggestive wiggle of a brow before bringing his fingers over his own cheek as if to cool himself off at the thought of Tony against what Scott knew to be true about the guy, “If anyone on their team has a bit of freak in them it’s Tony Stark and…”
“You’d be better off getting yourself another toy to satiate whatever curiosity that you have in him because I can assure you whatever you’re thinking about, Tony’s most certainly not the guy to give it to you,” Scott insisted behind a pinched expression, finding his eyes returning to the drawer that housed the card that he’d taken from Steve’s apartment after Tony had provided it for Steve, “He’s not good for anyone. Not even himself.”
“But he’s so gorgeous and handsome. And rich. Definitely the type of guy who would be looking to spoil a sugar baby if the mood struck. I could absolutely learn a thing or two from spending some time with someone like Tony. Sure, I mean yeah he’s a bit of an egomaniac but he’s been ranked the hottest bachelor in the city like five times now and that has to say something about what he’s like in bed. It’s got to be top notch incredible to spend a night with him over anyone else on the Avengers team,” Bobby twisted around onto his abdomen, kicking his legs up into the air behind him before looking over in Scott’s direction, “Not that I’m not insanely jealous that you landed Captain America, because I’ve always thought Steve was way hotter than Tony. There’s just something about the good guy type masking a darker, sexier persona that kind of does it for me even if I knew I wouldn’t ever have a shot. I mean sure I heard rumors about him being into younger guys, which I suppose at his age makes sense since absolutely everyone is younger, but really, I should’ve known that you were his type.”
“Why would you say that?” Scott asked, stretching his legs out as he rolled onto his side more completely.
“Because you’re you Scott,” Bobby waved his hand around in the air between them before meeting Scott’s eyes again behind his glasses, “You’ve got this whole innocent yet made for sin vibe about you where you seem like you’re just waiting to explore whatever it is that life has been keeping just out of your reach. Kind of like you’re ready to embark on a sexual journey in the right direction down a dirty path that…”
“Isn’t going to be happening this weekend,” Scott remembered Steve’s earlier text with a frown.
“Yeah, well, that part sucks, but I’m sure Steve will make it up to you when he returns,” Bobby suggested twisting around to reach for the remote control on Scott’s nightstand. Without another word, he rolled around onto his back and hit a button, turning it on before flipping through channels as he took in all that he’d learned along the way, “though maybe while he’s gone it’ll give you time to brush up on what it means to be his sub, maybe go shopping for something hot to wear when he gets back and…”
“I didn’t say I was going to be his sub,” Scott started to argue when Bobby flipped past one of the news channels and Scott caught a flash of something familiar in the movement on the screen right before Bobby turned on a cartoon he’d often watched when they were experiencing down time with the team.
“I love this one. It’s hilarious,” Bobby announced with a gleeful expression only to have Scott remembering what he’d witnessed on screen a moment earlier.
“Bobby, wait go back.”
“What?” Bobby questioned turning up the volume with the remote control in his hand.
“Go back to that other channel,” Scott encouraged him again to no avail as Bobby snorted at the animation taking place on the screen before him. When Scott reached for the remote, Bobby held it just beyond Scott’s reach with a scowl of his own.
“Why? It was just the news and…” Bobby groaned when Scott pulled the television remote control out of his hand after a deeper stretch and a more aggressive approach to taking it out of his grip, “Hey that was just about to get good. You know I love that show and…”
“You can watch it when it airs later tonight,” Scott was quick to flip through the channels, returning to the one that Bobby had casually flipped past only to discover the news running a story on the Avengers in the city, facing down the aftermath of the battle that Scott suspected was the reason behind Steve’s cancellation of their plans.
“It was nothing really because that’s what we Avengers do. We step up to action when the city needs us without question,” Tony’s feigned modesty was met by a smile that made Scott’s stomach turn as he watched the man he was becoming even more suspicious of working the reporter and the camera to offer up the illusion that he was the one calling the shots on the team.
As Tony continued talking about the team’s victory against the latest threat to the city, it became apparent that the team was closer than Scott had anticipated as he’d recognized the part of the city they were in. With Tony talking to the reporter, it was clear that Steve was there as well, working with the others in the background to wrap up whatever was happening until Tony made an abrupt turn around and reached out to Steve pulling him front and center into the middle of the PR situation to offer up his take on what happened.
“Damn, he looks good even after a fight,” Bobby noted reaching for one of Scott’s pillows as Scott observed his lover flashing a modest grin in the reporter’s direction that had her crumbling to mush with his charm, “Is his uniform a bit torn near his abdomen?”
“It is,” Scott realized catching the teasing hint of skin that he remembered fully stretched out over him earlier in the week when he’d been finding a way of allowing himself to be scandalized completely by all the naughty, wonderful things that Steve had done with him. It was almost too much to take until Scott realized the reporter had noticed too and was gawking at Steve in her approach.
Unlike the reporter’s response to Tony, she was leaning in closer to Steve, blatantly flirting with the man everyone deemed the American Dream as Steve spoke candidly about the team’s efforts during their battle. There was something in his eyes, something that Scott recognized that resembled the straight-edged leader that Steve was in the public eye, but beyond their depths Scott clearly remembered the hunger that had driven them into each other’s arms a short while earlier. It was there simmering beneath the surface, just on the tip of Steve’s tongue as Scott felt his heart skip a beat. His whole body felt flushed, his mind returning to what it felt like to be tied up and at Steve’s mercy, fucked relentlessly until he came undone more times than he cared to admit to his clueless friend now incoherently gushing on the man who’d captured Scott’s heart.
“I can’t believe that you two are…” Bobby’s words were lost as Scott was focused entirely on Steve, feeling hopeful that with the team’s victory there would be a text soon to follow indicating that perhaps the weekend hadn’t been lost entirely in Steve’s distraction.
“The way I see it we’ve earned a little down time after this working ourselves up to a victory night of team bonding together,” Tony mouthed putting his input on the situation after Steve had explained the dynamics of the day they’d put behind them, “The team has done their best bringing their A-game today and now it’s time to celebrate.”
“Maybe you can still go out together if the threat to the city is over,” Bobby suggested nudging Scott in the ribs as Scott sat up straighter to observe Steve on the screen before him, “You should text Steve and tell him you want to hook up still even if you have to stick around the city tonight.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Scott offered up behind a hopeful expression, ready to say something more when Tony slung his arm around Steve’s shoulders on the screen, drawing him in closer before offering up a few flirty words to the reporter taking in the interview. It caused Scott’s skin to bristle and his body to jerk with agitation before the words slipped from his lips, “I really hate that guy.”
“He can’t be that bad,” Bobby remarked observing the scene taking place on the screen before them.
“Trust me he’s worse,” Scott argued ready to sling a few choice words about Tony when suddenly he spotted the name of the business establishment behind where Steve and Tony stood reminiscent of the name on the card torn in two in Scott’s drawer.
It was then that the feed cut back to the studio where the news anchor indicated that the interview had been taken a few short hours earlier after the battle had wound down to a close, leaving the Avengers ready to explore a night on the town off and away from the trouble they’d faced in the morning celebrating a night of team bonding together.
“Text him,” Bobby nudged Scott again behind a touch of encouragement in his voice.
“Fine,” Scott replied pausing the feed on the screen and reaching for his phone. He quickly jotted down a few words before erasing them and setting his phone down, “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” Bobby encouraged him further, “Tell him that you saw him on tv and now you want to meet up for dessert.”
“I can’t say that,” Scott’s cheeks grew hot at the thought, wondering if he could be so bold as to reach out to Steve and say the words that he knew were beyond his comfort zone.
“Yes, you can. You should do it,” Bobby nudged him again until finally Scott reached for his phone, pulling it into his lap as he sat upright.
Swallowing down a breath, Scott typed up a response to his earlier message hoping it didn’t come off as too desperate.
If you’re still around the city, maybe we can meet up later tonight for a midnight snack.
“Let me see,” Bobby looked over Scott’s shoulder with a grin, taking in his every word behind an approving nod, “Yes, that’s good. Say something about his ass. Or about how you want to ride his cock and…”
“Knock if off,” Scott nudged Bobby in the shoulder and sent him back into the bed with a shake of his head before looking at the screen again and wondering if it was too much.
If you’re up for it, Scott added to his earlier text hoping that maybe it would be enough for Steve to take the bait, but there was no response.
“He’s probably finishing up with the team,” Bobby suggested noting the disappointment behind Scott’s expression as he clenched his phone tighter than before, “Send him a selfie or something. Go shirtless. Or maybe a dick pic and…”
“I’m not sending him a dick pic,” Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses before looking to his phone again and realizing that the message indicated that Steve had read it. He swallowed down a breath, uncertain on what to do next when there were dots flashing on the screen indicating that Steve was writing back, but then they stopped. They started up again, but then there was nothing.
“What did he say?” Bobby asked, reaching for one of Scott’s pillows again.
“Nothing yet, but he’s writing,” Scott answered waiting as the dots reappeared wondering if perhaps Steve would find it in him to come around to a change of plans for them together, but after a few seconds the dots stopped moving indicating that once again Steve had stopped writing and no message appeared.
“Well?”
“Still nothing,” Scott explained gripping the phone tighter than before and wondering just what it was Steve was trying to say to him. There were a million thoughts running through his mind accompanied by questions that Scott, himself, was considering, but before he could ask them, he realized that Steve was writing again.
“Maybe he’s sending you a photo of his ass,” Bobby moved in closer to where Scott was seated and waiting for a response.
“Doubtful,” Scott rolled his eyes and groaned as a message flashed across the screen bringing with the words another shot to Scott’s ego about where the weekend was headed for him.
Sorry kitten, I wish I could, but I have this thing happening with the team that I simply can’t get away from tonight. I promise that I’ll call you in the morning. Maybe we can sort something out for the rest of the weekend, but tonight’s a no go. I hate to do this considering what we planned but…I promise I’ll make it up to you, Steve’s words were yet another blow to Scott’s heart in seeing them on the screen before him.
“I mean they did just save the city,” Bobby offered up in reading the words over Scott’s shoulder.
“Yeah sure,” Scott agreed knowing full well he wouldn’t abandon his team after a battle either given that they would need a debrief and other things, yet as he sat there remembering the plans he’d made for Steve, there was something that didn’t hit just right when he contemplated a response to his lover.
I hate to do this doll, but I really have to go. Call you in the morning, Steve’s follow-up text only made it worse when Scott set his phone down on the bed and looked up at the screen before him where Tony was grinning with his arm slung around Steve’s shoulders.
Sure, no problem, Scott wrote back half anticipating Steve saying something more, but when he hadn’t, Scott finally tossed his phone onto the dresser ready to submit to a night of wondering what it was that Steve was doing with his team. Not that it was any of his business, but there was something about the expression on Tony’s face on the screen that had Scott seething at the idea of Tony getting to spend the time with Steve that had been meant for Scott and Steve alone.
“Well at least he’s going to call tomorrow,” Bobby offered up with a nudge to Scott’s ribs, “which means we can hang out tonight and…”
“Yeah, sure,” Scott responded feeling even more deflated than before over having taken the time to write Steve in the foolish hopes that maybe just maybe the plans could be changed enough to bring them together again after a week of Scott missing Steve at his side, “It was a long shot anyway.”
“We could aways kick back with some Neflix and chill,” Bobby suggested before reconsidering his words, “Well, not like that, but you know watching something with popcorn and snacks and…”
“Yeah, I mean that could be fun,” Scott nodded unable to shake the numbing feeling in the center of his chest as his eyes were focused on the screen in front of him, suddenly hating the man who’d been Steve’s part time on and off lover and full time team partner in ways that Scott knew he’d never be able to touch even with the growing bond between him and Steve.
“Sure, I mean we can watch a comedy or I could break into my stash of porn that we could explore a few ideas for the next time you and Steve meet up. Maybe give each other a few pointers and jerk off together for kicks or…” Bobby’s words were lost on Scott as the flashing light of the building behind Steve and Tony managed to pull Scott from his silent stewing to another dreadful thought of what was happening outside the school where Steve was with his team tucked away from the promises of a weekend away with Scott.
“There’s still time to change your mind on this. You know let it swirl in your head a bit, give you a few ideas of how to approach the situation with us going in for the thrills and…” Tony’s words rolled over Scott’s mind taking him back to that place where he’d witnessed Tony practically begging Steve to go with him to the one place Steve had sworn to Scott he wouldn’t ever want to be anymore. Now, however, in seeing that the logo on the screen before him inside the interview was the same one that had been on the torn business card that Tony had left for Steve to consider back at his apartment a surge of something that resembled jealousy found its way to the center of Scott’s chest.
“Son of a bitch,” Scott mouthed to himself realizing that the interview had taken place outside of the club that Tony was practically salivating at the bit to check out, serving as a daunting reminder of Tony’s persuasive nature and the way that he’d done everything he could to try to guilt Steve into going back into the club with him to explore something beyond what Scott had offered him.
“What’s wrong?” Bobby questioned looking between Scott and the television as if he was trying to decipher what it was about the frozen frame featuring Tony and Steve that had gotten Scott worked up after Steve’s texts, “Did Steve say something else?”
“No,” Scott shook his head before remembering the card in his desk drawer, “but come to think of it, I have a better idea about what we can do tonight.”
“I was only half kidding about jerking off to the porn,” Bobby let out a nervous laugh before squeezing at Scott’s pillow, “I only said it because of what we were talking about before and…”
“It’s not about the porn,” Scott cut in before Bobby could get too nervous about what was happening between them, “I mean yeah maybe the porn didn’t sound like the best of ideas, but sitting at home while the Avengers are out celebrating hardly seems like a fitting way to spend my time. The rest of the team is off doing their thing, but maybe we should think about going out.”
“You mean like a fake date to make Jean think we’re doing something fun?” Bobby perked up at the thought remembering the deal they’d started working out with one another after Jean’s arrival.
“Kind of,” Scott stared at the screen again before an idea found its way into his brain, worming into those dark places where uncertainty and insecurity had pulled out something inside of him that he’d feared would never truly escape him after the way that Jean and Warren had managed to send his mind into an uproar into the past. Still, with Bobby at his side, he knew if he stayed home, he’d spend the rest of the night wondering and waiting for the worst, fearing that Steve could’ve changed his mind about saying yes to Tony and leaving Scott behind in all the ways that Scott knew had come about too easily for others in the past.
Knowing it was a bit paranoid at the very least, there was a voice inside Scott’s head encouraging him to not listen to that inner voice of insecurity, but remembering Tony’s goading words, Scott found that he wasn’t ready to be on the receiving end of heartbreak all over again for not being enough. Frowning at the thought Scott bit down on his bottom lip and rolled off the bed, making his way over to his desk and opening the top drawer only to discover the torn business card in front of him displaying the same logo that was frozen on the television screen serving as what could possibly be the worst mistake of Scott’s life in the making. Still, with uneasiness and uncertainty causing him to lose his control, Scott pushed his fingers inside the drawer, extracting the two pieces of ripped card from within before turning around to face Bobby again with a new plan that could potentially blow up in his face.
“How do you feel about going into the city tonight and having a little fun?” Scott questioned behind an uneasy grin, knowing that it could be a huge mistake, yet with the memory of Tony’s urgency in his mind, Scott held the card up to show Bobby as it was clear he’d made up his mind about what he needed to do now that there was no other choice for him, but to head into the city tonight and see what the club Ravenous was all about after all. If for no other reason, then to get a closer look at the lifestyle Steve was a part of before he invited Scott to take part in his world. Sure, it wasn’t the most thought-out decision, but it was the choice that Scott had made now that he’d found himself facing down a dark part from within that he knew would only be worse if he chose to ignore it. Regardless of what he found, Scott was bound and determined to get a look inside as he knew full well once he’d opened the door to curiosity there was no turning back.
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