imafuturist | Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday Afternoon

Steve was under about seven blankets on the sofa and was totally fine, okay. He was warm, he was very definitely not dwelling on being sunk in the North Atlantic, he was fine.

Also, shut up.

It wasn't Tony's fault that the fireplace thing skipped them over because it didn't match the aesthetic of the apartment.

"You doing okay over there?"

"I'm fine," Steve called back, "and if you tell me what fine stands for, I'll throw a shoe at you."

You know, like normal people say.

"Love you too," Tony said dryly, only a few minutes from completing the roughest space heater he'd built while in this country.

"Sorry," Steve mumbled, pulling the blankets a little closer around him.

But he was just dandy. Really.

"I'm not mad," Tony said in case he was worried. He winced as something shocked him, but that wasn't important as the little device hummed to life, heating up slowly. "Got something for you!"

"Is it you?" Steve asked a little plaintively.

"An a space heater for you," Tony said, picking it up to go join him.

Steve's expression softened. "Really? You did that for me?"

"Of course," Tony said like it has never been in question he'd do that. "I'll make a better one once we get you warmed up."

"I'm okay now," Steve said stubbornly, "...but thank you. That was really incredible of you to do."

"Tada," he said putting it at Steve's feet.

Steve almost looked happy enough to cry. Or sad enough to cry. His face was doing some things.

"Thank you," he repeated, putting his feet as close as he could without burning them. "Sit with me?"

"Let me into your blanket pile," he replied, undoing his winter coat to add it to the pile of things keeping Steve warm. "I'll be quick."

"That's what she said," Steve teased, smiling as he moved the blankets up for Tony to get under.

"I am deeply distressed that you're using that joke," Tony said, pressing up against him as much as possible to conserve body heat.

Yeah, just for that.

Steve wrapped both arms around Tony, pulling him even closer. "Thank you for the heater," he murmured, leaning in to kiss him.

"Can't have you turning into a Capsicle or something," Tony replied, humming happily into the kiss.

"Again," Steve said with a little shiver.

"Not on my watch," Tony said firmly, kissing Steve's neck.

Steve ran his fingers through Tony's hair and closed his eyes. "I love you so much."

"You're just happy I'm warming you up," he teased playfully.

"That's only about 40 percent of it," Steve said.

"Is the other 60 percent about keeping you well fed?" Tony asked, smiling against Steve's shoulder.

"That's 30," Steve said. "The other 30 is how you take such good care of me, even when I'm grumpy about it."

Tony huffed out a little laugh, wriggling his hand through the blankets to cup the back of Steve's head. "You don't like the cold, of course I'd do something to help you out. You'd do the same for me."

Steve was still half contemplating getting rid of bathtubs in general, so...yeah.

"I would," Steve murmured. "I'm still getting used to the idea of someone taking care of me back."

Somewhere Bucky was giving him such a stink-eye.

God help him if Tony and Bucky teamed up against him. Wait. Wait. Was that why Civil War happened? To keep them from doing just that? You little shit, Steve.

"I'll make sure to keep it up until you're used to it."

Steve leaned in and kissed him again. "Thanks."

Tony smiled into that kiss, snuggling as close as he could manage as he warmed up. "I'll have a better space heater after I get the oven rigged up with power so we can eat."

"Between you and the current little machine, I'm feeling a lot better," Steve admitted softly, "but eating would probably be a good idea.'

"Got to keep those calories coming," Tony agreed. "Hopefully whatever this is will pass soon. If not, I'm taking you to a tropical island."

Who didn't want to end their winter on a tropical island?

"That would be wonderful," Steve said. "I could go for some humidity right now."

"Maybe a private beach where I can watch you get tan all over." He couldn't help himself, honestly.

Steve laughed. "I'm too horribly Irish to tan, sweetheart," he said. "I freckle."

"You say that like I won't enjoy that just as much," Tony replied. "I just tan like I'm George Hamilton like a good little Italian boy. Freckles are adorable."

Between Pepper and Steve, Tony would die from them.

"Just what I've always wanted to be," Steve said dryly. "Adorable."

Though "hot like fire" didn't exactly enter into his vocabulary, either.

"I could go with kissable," he offered. Helpfully.

Steve's cheeks went pink. "I can agree to kissable," he said quietly.

Tony enjoyed the blush about as much as he would enjoy the freckles. "I'm open to any other suggestions."

"Well, a lesser man would make some kind of pass about how body heat warms people up fast," Steve said with a tiny smile. "You could see the freckles on my back that way."

"Oh, did you need me to warm you up that way?" he teased. "I could manage that if we move this to a bed."

With literally every blanket and a shut door in the hopes heating up the room a little with the little space heater that could.

"Well, first let's get the oven going. We can have beans or oatmeal and make this a day straight out of my childhood," Steve said with a little grin. "At least the windows don't leak here."

Tony laughed and kissed him again for that. "I can do that. I'm concerned about our stomachs if we only eat oatmeal and beans, though."

"Oh, there would be so many fart jokes," Steve admitted. "I've heard them all."

He paused. "Which is also a fart joke."

"I can and will kick you out of bed." In no way would he.

"Especially after all the beans," Steve said with a grin. "Nothing could be worse than the Howlies with a bellyful, though. God, the horror."

"I am going to make you watch Blazing Saddles once we have power again," he decided.

Steve would laugh his ass off.

"Sounds like a date," Steve said, kissing him again.

"A very romantic one," he said with total sincerity.

Well, for them it was!

"So what did you have in mind for food?" Steve asked.

"We can probably use up what's in the freezer now." Before it went bad.

Steve frowned. "So...chicken, those weird frozen waffles, and the peas I use for bruises?"

"I have no idea if the chicken will thaw in here," Tony said with a laugh. "Waffles covered in syrup please."

"Sounds better than beans and oatmeal," Steve said.

Those would be the last resort foods.

"Lots of calories in syrup, right? You'll need them."

"I think so," Steve said. "So. We have to move?"

Blankets and all, if Steve had his way.

"Have you warmed up at all?" Tony asked, giving him a critical once over.

"Yes," Steve said earnestly. "Thank you. I'm feeling much better."

"Then you can come watch me get the stove working," Tony replied. "You and the space heater."

And the adorable blanket burrito.

Steve kissed him again. "Okay." He grabbed as much of the blanket burrito as he could in one hand and the space heater in the other. "Ready."

Tony couldn't help but laugh and lean in to kiss him again as he put his coat back on. "I'll show you what I'm doing. Who knows, it may come in handy sometime."

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Steve grinned. "Plus watching you work is really attractive," he added.

"Is that so?" Tony asked, grabbing a little took box to head into the freezing cold kitchen.

Steve grinned at him. "Very much so," he said. "You get all focused and intense. I like it."

Because Steve had a major competency kink.

"You are just good for my ego," he replied, pressing a kiss to Steve's cheek.

"Very, very rarely, your ego needs boosting," Steve teased him.

"Rude," he replied with one last kiss before settling onto the floor to get things running.

Steve sat close enough by to share the space heater but not be in the way.

And then burritoed himself back under all of the blankets, only his face poking out.

Luckily this was more a case of tapping into back up power rather than creating new stuff.

If only Fandom wasn't out to get him and his many, many back up plans for these instances.

"You still good there?"

The blanket fort nodded. "It's better when I can see you and not just focus on looking out the window," Steve admitted.

"Once I've got this, I'll get another heater going," he promised, glancing up to offer a quick smile. "They should be able to warm up one room between the two of them."

"One of the other reasons I live with an engineering genius," Steve said, smiling back.

"The other reason is showing you what remote to use, right?"

Steve laughed. "How'd you know?"

"Genius," he replied as the light in the oven came on.

Steve applauded under the blankets. "Waffles for everyone!"

"Maybe heating it up will also provide some warmth here," he suggested, smiling despite himself at the clapping.

"That would also be a bonus," Steve said, glancing out the window."It's really blowing out there."

"I guess we had it pretty easy this winter compared to other places," Tony said with a little sigh.

"Maybe," Steve said, "but there's a reason I don't live in South Dakota."

Mostly due to the dearth of decent pizza, but the snow didn't help.

"Sweetheart, there are so many reasons for that," Tony replied with a laugh. "Not that you dressed up like a cowboy isn't appealing."

"I could grow a really big mustache. I'd look amazing."

Mmm, not really, Steve.

It would be terrifying and Tony wpuld be forced to shave him while he slept.

"Oh, you've figured out my secret fetish."

Or at least half, forcing Steve to get rid of the rest.

"Really big mustaches?" Steve said, snorting. "Really."

"Really into those mustache rides," he teased and tugged Steve into a kiss.

"Such a liar you are," Steve teased, kissing him back hard.

"I did like that beard, though," Tony said, nipping at his bottom lip.

Tony, please don't fetishize the grief beard.

"Oh, really," Steve murmured between kisses. "The power stays out much longer and I'll have a pretty good couple of days growth...haven't seen where to get a decent straight edge in this century."

That made Tony laugh, bright and happy as he pressed in to enjoy the warmth of Steve an the blanket burrito. "You are such a hipster, Steve."

"I was using a straight edge before they were...does that make me the proto-hipster?" Steve asked, sounding a little appalled.

"It makes you the original." Did that make it better? It probably didn't.

"I'm not sure that's better," Steve said, scraping his teeth against Tony's beard.

"It's better," he said, gasping a little at how good that sting felt. He clutched a little tighter at the blankets, holding him as close as he could.

Steve chuckled, voice going a little husky. "You like this?" he murmured, scraping his teeth again, then nipping down.

The noise he made for that was shaky and needy, a little too loud in the quiet of the kitchen. "You're a brat," Tony muttered back, curling his hands around the back of Steve's head to guide him for more.

"You love it," Steve said with the little smirk in his voice he got when he found a new spot to exploit.

Tony had so, so many regrets here.

He shifted forward to try sitting on Steve's lap for a better angle. "You are so lucky I do. Jesus, I love your mouth on me."

"It's warming me right up," Steve teased, pulling Tony closer and sliding his fingers under Tony's shirts. "And it's much better than waffles."

"You say that now," Tony muttered, laughing and working his hands through the blankets to touch him as well. When that was a little harder to accomplish, went with a sharp bite high up on Steve's neck before teasing him with a sucking kiss there.

Steve let out a low whimper. "Christ, you feel good."

"I'm warming you up," he murmured into Steve's ear before repeating the bit and kiss just below it. If Steve were anyone else, he would have quite a collection of love bites to show off there.

"Harder," Steve whispered. "Want that mark to last more than a few minutes, love."

Tony made a rumbling noise of pleasure at that, doing just as he was asked, biting down and sucking hard on the pale skin of Steve's neck. That would at least leave a vivid pink mark on him.

Steve moaned. "Just like that," he said, scraping his nails down Tony's back.

Tony arched his back into that, raising himself up into his knees so he could try leaving another mark on the other side of Steve's neck.

Steve scooted backwards to land against the wall with a little thud, moaning his approval the whole time. "Keep going."

"Yes, dear," Tony murmured, pulling down on Steve's shirt once he was able to get to it through the blankets. He bit down on the spot where Steve's neck and shoulder met now that it was bared for him.

Steve was not quiet about how much he liked that.

Contact. Allll the contact today. He very desperately needed to get out of his own head--not that he would ever ask.

That was something that Tony was completely willing to give him today.

"I want you in my mouth," he muttered, not wanting to stop kissing that spot.

Steve whimpered. "Oh God. Please. Yes."

Tony grinned, shifting off his lap to kneel om the floor in front of him. "Tell me if you get cold, okay?" he said, cupping Steve through his pants.

"What do good shivers count as?" Steve asked a little breathlessly.

"I'll leave that up to you," Tony said, carefully working open Steve's pants so he could slowly start working his hand over him.

Steve's gasps felt loud in a house silent of the normal humming of electronics. "God, I love you."

Tony pressed a quick kiss the corner of his mouth before folding over, hands on Steve's thighs for balance to start sucking him off. There was a level of vocal enthusasim in it thanks to Steve being so damn sweet.

Steve slid one hand into Tony's hair, stroking gently, and let the other rest on Tony's shoulder.

"So good," he whispered, eyes closing.

Tony groaned, pushing himself a little further than he might normally, trying every trick he could remember to swallow him down.

And Steve was doing his very best to be a Polite Recipient and not rock his hips up or otherwise choke Tony, but it was getting increasingly difficult to do so with Tony being this enthusiastic.

Tony wanted to make this amazing for him and that translated to shifting a little to press the heel of his hand against himself as he made wet, hungry little sounds around him.

"Tony--" Steve whimpered, gripping Tony's hair tightly. "God. So, so close--"

He'd certainly forgotten about being cold.

Tony groaned a little louder, pushing himself more rather than pull away. Either from Steve being close or the fingers in his hair.

Or both. Probably both.

The fingers tightened even more as Steve squeezed his eyes closed and came, seeing stars.

This was something Tony hadn't done in along time, but he wasn't a quitter at this point in his life. He swallowed as best he could before pulling off and making a bit of a mess of his goatee.

"I'm sorry," Steve gasped, reaching out to touch whatever part of Tony was closest.

Tony took a bare moment to catch his breath before moving up to kiss him. "It's good. You're good, baby."

"Not as good as you, God, Tony, think you sucked my brain out through my dick--"

That was possibly the least Cap thing ever said, Steven.

Tony growled happily at it anyway, kissing him harder. So maybe he had a bit of kink for Steve talking dirty. What of it.

"I told you I wanted you in my mouth."

"And you weren't lying," Steve said, pulling Tony against him. "Amazing, wonderful man."

"I love when you fall apart for me," Tony said, going easily to pin him against the wall with another kiss.

Steve melted against him immediately, scratching his fingers along Tony's back. "You're an expert at it."

Tony shivered at that, almost not noticing the cold anymore. "Always looking for new methods. Like any good scientist."

"If you take notes right now, I'll cry," Steve threatened, "but do that again any time. Really. Any time."

You've kind of short-circuited his brain, Tony.

Oh, Steve.

Tony laughed, shifting closer to him. "I'll keep the notes to myself."

"Appreciate that," Steve said, scratching along Tony's back again. "Now what can I do for you?"

"I wouldn't mind you returning the fabor," Tony said, brushing his thumb over Steve's lips.

"Happily," Steve said, sucking Tony's thumb into his mouth and nipping down.

"Tease," he said with a little laugh, enjoying the look of Steve's lips around his finger even as he said that.

Oh, now you were just asking for it, Tony.

Eyes sparkling, Steve held Tony's wrist in place and started swirling his tongue around Tony's thumb, moaning a bit for effect.

Tony's eyes went dark and hungry and he couldn't make himself look away even he'd wanted to. "Jesus, Steve," he muttered, hips jerking forward a little against Steve's stomach.

Steve's free hand moved down to try to remove Tony's pants, which would've worked better with both hands but he was a little busy fellating Tony's thumb to be able to make smart choices.

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If it helped, Steve made him feel like a teenager with a hairtrigger when he did things like that.

So even just the clumsy brush of fingers against him felt amazing as he 'helped out' by slowly pressing his thumb into and out of Steve's mouth like he was fucking it.

Steve's moans grew much louder at that and his eyes fluttered closed. God, that felt good.

"God, you're beautiful like this," he said, quiet and awed. Like they weren't being absolutely filthy in the kitchen. "Flushed and hungry for it."

Steve moaned again, pressing his other hand down against Tony. Talking seemed like too much effort right now.

Tony pressed forward into his hand, eyes fluttering shut to try keeping himself from coming too quickly.

Look, it was a lot of build up here. It wasn't fair to judge him.

Steve gave him a little squeeze to help him out.

Or not really help much at all, depending.

Not at all!

It was deeply embarrassing how easily that set him over the edge, collapsing a little against him with a gasp.

Steve gave a gentle nip to the meat of Tony's thumb before moving it from his mouth, “Beautiful,” he rumbled, voice low.

Tony shivered against him again, only pulling his hand away to go in for a kiss.

Steve slid his fingers through Tony's thoroughly messed up hair and kissed him back fiercely.

"I love you," he slurred, kissing him like nothing could stop him from it. "God, I love you."

Steve finally felt warmed through. "I love you, too. So, so much."

"Filthy man," he said way more affectionate and awestruck than the phrase should have.

Steve kissed his nose. "I'm going to blush every time I come into the kitchen now."

"Don't let me catch you doing that," Tony replied, a clear promise of a repeat in his tone.

That poor kitchen.

Steve, predictably, blushed. "Oh?" he said, nuzzling Tony's neck.

"Mmhmm," Tony hummed, wrapping his hand around the back of Steve's neck. "In a heartbeat."

"Is it wrong how much I love hearing that?" Steve murmured.

"Never," Tony said, exhaling a shaky, happy breath.

"I'm warm enough now," Steve said with a little chuckle. "I know you were worried."

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"Is that a no for more warming up then?" he teased.

"Definitely not," Steve said, kissing him again.

"Waffles, then cuddling," he decided, cuddling up to him anyway.

"Sounds perfect," Steve said, stroking Tony's hair. "...am I making them?"

"While I make you another space heater." Which was equal division of labor.

"That seems more than fair," Steve decided, kissing him softly.

"Thank you, dear."

Steve kissed him again before wrapping only one blanket back around himself and getting the waffles started.

And Tony was going to turn a toaster into something magical in the time it took him.

Because he was driven here.

God, but Steve loved that man to distraction.

He padded around the kitchen, humming as he located the waffles, bacon, and coffee to boil over the stove like heathens who really needed some coffee right now used to do.

Tony only paused once he smelled the coffee. "Oh my god, you're making it on the stove? You really do love me."

Steve smiled bashfully, stirring the pot. "Maybe a little."

Tony turned the toaster turned space heater on before giving him q little hug from behind. Because he wasn't going to interrupt the coffee making.

Steve leaned back into him. "If I'd known a little coffee could make you this happy--" he teased gently.

"I'd been prepared for withdrawal."

Yeah, that indeed the right term for it.

"Aww, sweetheart," Steve said, grinning as he poured out the coffee into a mug. "I wouldn't make you suffer that way."

Tony gave him a look because it was Steve who was suffering here, not him. "You're still my favorite for this."

Steve kissed him. "Try the coffee before you say that."

"You've seen me eat grounds, dear," Tony said, inhaling the scent of coffee before taking a sip.

"I have," Steve said, laughing. "This is the stuff Morita used to make for us. We were half-convinced it would melt our spoons."

"Sounds like my kind of coffee," he teased, not even flinching at the taste.

Steve laughed, relief showing in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it."

Tony gave him a deeply bitter, coffee tasting kiss. "You spoil me."

"I try to," Steve admitted, kissing him back.

"I love you," he said, sticking close to kiss him once again.

Steve smiled softly. "And that's why I spoil you. Because I love you, too."

Tony ducked his face in against Steve's shoulder like he couldn't handle him. Because he seriously couldn't.

Steve was gradually figuring out that particular tell of Tony's, which was why he stopped whatever else he was doing and gave him a tight hug.

Tony made a pleased noise at that, hugging him back. "Eat. You need the energy."

Also, he was so into you right now, Steve.

Steve chuckled at that. "Planning to warm me up again, love?"

"I could." So, yes. Yes, a lot for being so romantic.

Steve's cheeks went pink. "I won't say no," he said. "Check on the waffles? They should be done. The bacon's gonna take a bit longer."

"Let's try to keep from burning it," he said, trying not to smile at the blush.

“ Not again,” Steve agreed, running his fingers through his hair.

Tony leaned in for another kiss, enjoying his touch before going to check on the waffles for him.

“Love you more than bacon,” Steve said, grinning.

Tony laughed at that, hip-checking him as he got the waffles out. "True love, huh?"

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Steve gave him a completely goofy smile in return. “Something like that.”

"Sounds as close as we will ever get in this world," Tony said with another kiss on the cheek.

“God, I love you,” Steve blurted.

Tony's eyes softened and his smile went small and private. "Feeling's mutual."

Steve pressed a kiss into Tony's forehead, being about as domestic as possible. “Good,” he said earnestly.

"Bacon, dear. I want you well fed so we can have uninterrupted cuddling."

Sure. 'Cuddling'.

“We're calling it cuddling now, huh?” Steve teased.

"Until the bedroom warms up, it'll be cuddling." Then it would be 'cuddling'.

Steve grinned at him as he hipchecked him out of the way of the bacon. “That seems very reasonable.”

"That way I can keep you warm and happy," Tony said with a nod, pouring an ungodly amount of syrup on their waffles.

“It's almost sad how amazing that sounds to me right now,” Steve chuckled.

"Aww, it's because I'm just such an amazing cuddler," Tony said as he pressed a plate of food into his hands.

“You are an incredible cuddler,” Steve agreed, biased man that he was.

"Even when I try to big spoon you." Because he tried his best at it sometimes. By god did he try.

“I love that,” Steve murmured. “I still haven't been big all that long, you know.”

"Your shoulders are too broad for me to succeed," Tony said, kissing him on the cheek before taking a bite of waffles.

“I don't mind that you keep trying,” Steve said, smiling around a bite of waffles.o

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