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“Steve, please.” Tony held his hands up in front of him, palms pressed together in a caricature of prayer. “I gotta try it.”
Steve heaved a sigh. “Let me see the photograph again.” He held out his hand and Tony shoved his Starkphone into his palm, tapping on the Twitter icon. A few taps later and there it was, the subject of their conversation: the photograph that was trending on Twitter with the phrase ‘Captain Ameritits.’ It showed Steve in uniform, tossing his shield, his upper torso angled so his massive pecs curved just enough to resemble a large set of rounded breasts.
Tony practically vibrated next to him.
“Even if I admit it looks like I have a ‘rack,’” he used air quotes before glancing down at his chest, pecs rather defined in the tight-fitting white t-shirt he wore around the penthouse, “that doesn’t change the fact that there’s not enough give for you to...” he shoved the phone away with one hand, waved his other in the air. “You know. Fuck them.”
Tony clutched his heart. “You have to warn a man before you use curse words, Cap. I could have come in my pants.”
“Tony,” Steve leveled a flat look at him. Tony huffed but took the phone back. He glanced longingly at the screen before he sat it on the table next to the couch.
“Look. All I’m saying is we should try. We can do that, can’t we? And if it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.” Tony put one hand high on Steve’s thigh and batted his eyelashes in an exaggerated coquettish manner. “For me?”
Steve glanced down at his chest again. He didn’t see the appeal when he could just blow Tony and considered saying so... but he’d already used one curse word and Tony did have a bad heart.
“For you,” he conceded.
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So maybe there was a bit more give in the muscles than he expected. Tony rutting over him, his head thrown back as he thrust in the shallow space between Steve's pecs (that Steve helped push together to create a tight, firm channel that was slick with massage oil from Tony taking the time to give his chest a thorough massage first, taking care to focus on his nipples and pecs before moving down the rest of his abdomen and focusing quite a bit beneath the belt--he was true to his claim that he was nothing if not a generous lover that made sure his partners enjoyed themselves, too), was hotter than he would have believed possible.
“Yeah, that’s it, Tony,” he urged as Tony bit his bottom lip before his hips began to stutter, cock pulsing as he came, hot seed spilling across Steve’s chest.
If Tony hadn’t taken care of him first, he would have been close from watching Tony fuck his tits, as Tony so crudely put it.
“I get it now,” he remarked as Tony collapsed next to him on the bed, limply passing a box of tissues from the bedside table.
“Hm?” Tony nuzzled into his side as Steve wiped his chest off.
“Why both parties would enjoy what we just did.”
A spark gleaned in Tony’s eyes, some of the haze lifting from his expression, his soft smile turning sharp. “Told you.” He yawned and relaxed again. “I planned on doing that at least twice before you were convinced. I might need a nap before round two.” Steve was ready to go again but he’d wait for Tony. He pushed Tony’s dark hair back from his forehead and pressed a gentle kiss against Tony’s warm skin.
Tony’s breathing had evened by the time Steve rolled out of the bed. He dressed quietly and slipped out of the room, heading toward the common area. Natasha had shared the location of her chamomile tea and Steve enjoyed a cup in the evenings.
Natasha and Bruce were at the table, Bruce picking at a peanut butter sandwich while Natasha nursed a steaming mug between her hands.
They both looked at him when he entered.
“Enjoying some downtime with your boyfriend?” Natasha murmured, eyes warm as she took a sip from her mug, looking over the rim at Steve.
Steve ignored the way his neck warmed as he reached for the electric kettle. “Yeah, uh, he wanted to show me something that ended up online from the fight earlier.”
Bruce coughed.
“Oh?” Natasha turned, watching Steve, not attempting to hide the mirth in her expression. “Would it have happened to be the photo he stopped to take and upload mid-fight, while we were engaged with Constrictor?” She held up her phone so Steve could see Tony’s Twitter account.
Sure enough, the most recent post was the viral photograph of Steve, timestamped while they were fighting, with the caption, You’ve heard of America’s ass... now get ready for Captain Ameritits!
Natasha started giggling first, then Bruce’s shoulders started shaking as he tried to hold back his reaction, and the light, giddy feeling in Steve’s chest bubbled up into laughter. The entire situation was ridiculous but it was comfortable, sharing in the absurdity of Tony being Tony with friends, zero shame.
It was one of the reasons Steve loved him. Still wouldn’t stop him from telling Tony that next time, he could just ask Steve if he wanted to try new things, no internet ruckus or ridiculous nicknames required.
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