Anthony Edward Stark | I am Iron Man (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hotredhero) wrote2012-03-14 10:53 am
hotredhero) wrote2012-03-14 10:53 am
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[Tony hadn't really planned on them getting this far, and Justin was right in thinking that there was a chance he'd come to his senses on the walk home. It wasn't too far. Tony always knew where to get a quick drink in any city, even if that city was a ship. Still, he wasn't completely out of his mind just yet. He might have had the time to sober up by now.
But even away from the bar he doesn't slow down. The privacy of his room (Justin Hammer in his room) only adds more fuel to the fire, because now it's just them. One on one. They are up close and personal, with Tony practically dragging Justin in and then backing him against the door as he closes it. There's a click as he turns the lock, and then he's breathing hot against the man's neck, teeth grazing impatiently over his skin as he kisses and sucks on it.]
No more interruptions.
[He says that almost like it's Justin's fault they had to switch places, knowing it'll probably hit a button. This is a terrible idea already, and somehow that's just making it better. Tony picks up where he left off. He's an engineer; a genius. Of course he remembers. His hands slide up under Justin's shirt, fingers retracing their paths up and down his sides perfectly before he moves them around to the front of his pants. He moans when he strokes him. It's a hungry caress right through the cloth and he remembers how good it felt for him, so he's returning the favor. If Justin decides to quit now... Well, Tony's not letting this get that far. He's doing his best to coax him right back into bad decision territory, making all the right noises to let him know he's still very interested in their game. Only when he's reasonably sure he has Justin's attention does he lean back.]
Go ahead and get comfortable. I'd show you around the place, but I'm kind of busy right now.
But even away from the bar he doesn't slow down. The privacy of his room (Justin Hammer in his room) only adds more fuel to the fire, because now it's just them. One on one. They are up close and personal, with Tony practically dragging Justin in and then backing him against the door as he closes it. There's a click as he turns the lock, and then he's breathing hot against the man's neck, teeth grazing impatiently over his skin as he kisses and sucks on it.]
No more interruptions.
[He says that almost like it's Justin's fault they had to switch places, knowing it'll probably hit a button. This is a terrible idea already, and somehow that's just making it better. Tony picks up where he left off. He's an engineer; a genius. Of course he remembers. His hands slide up under Justin's shirt, fingers retracing their paths up and down his sides perfectly before he moves them around to the front of his pants. He moans when he strokes him. It's a hungry caress right through the cloth and he remembers how good it felt for him, so he's returning the favor. If Justin decides to quit now... Well, Tony's not letting this get that far. He's doing his best to coax him right back into bad decision territory, making all the right noises to let him know he's still very interested in their game. Only when he's reasonably sure he has Justin's attention does he lean back.]
Go ahead and get comfortable. I'd show you around the place, but I'm kind of busy right now.
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But he can’t run away. He can’t do anything but enter Tony’s room, stomach twisting in nervous trepidation, trying to prepare himself for the inevitable crushing blow he just knows Tony’s going to deliver to him. Until he’s suddenly back against the wall and Tony’s mouth, warm and wet, is on him again. And Justin starts to realize that it isn’t a trick or a trap. ]
It’s not my—
[ It’s become automatic to respond to any tone from Tony that sounds like blame with snappishness. What isn’t routine is feeling his hands sliding up his sides or his palm pressed against his cock, and that causes the standard denial to break off with a moan. His own hands clutch at Tony’s shirt, splay against his back and try to pull him closer without a by-your-leave from his brain. So of course Tony would pull away, and Justin, taking a hurried breath, looks at him over the rim of his glasses. ]
Lose this. [ His hands fall to the hem of Tony’s shirt, bunching it up and inching up his chest. ] That’ll be a start in the comfort department.
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When Justin starts to complain, Tony intentionally interrupts him. The moan sends a rush through his body; has him panting in heavy, audible breaths as he holds back his own voice. He's already used it enough to get the man riled up. Now he wants to keep that moment going.]
You look good like that.
[He means the glance over his glasses, and the look he gives Justin is for once unironic. When they aren't bitching each other out, he can appreciate his looks. And he's actually an attractive guy. So even though he knows Justin meant for Tony to take off his shirt, he raises both hands and lifts the frames up and away from Justin's face.]
You're right. You look a lot more comfortable now.
[Yeah, he's a brat. But Tony is a brat that is folding Justin's glasses up and neatly hooking them onto his necktie. The look he gives him afterward is smug and followed by a slow lick of his lips. He finally does as Justin asks, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. There's a half-second's awkward pause, because... well, this is a big step. But he holds his ground anyway and nods to him.]
Your turn.
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Now all I can see is you. Part of the plan, right?
[ But it’s not bitchy and sarcastic like it once might have been. It’s a little wry, almost amused, and he doesn’t even realize that there are levels to what he means as a throwaway comment. He can live with that plan; right now, he likes that plan. And he’s absently starting to unbutton his own shirt as Tony pulls his off, starting from the bottom and working his way up. Only two buttons get undone by the time the shirt’s gone, and by then Justin’s fingers are still against his shirt.
He’s never seen the arc reactor. He didn’t even know that it existed. But there it is in bright, vibrantly glowing color, and he is as awed by it as he is fascinated. Justin reaches out to touch it without thinking about it, catching himself only just before his fingertips brush against its surface. Eyes lifting to Tony’s, he tries to sort out the multitude of things - What is it? What does it do? It’s incredible! Can I touch it? - he wants to say, aware only that he’s just seen a marvelous, amazing piece of technology and he absolutely no idea what it is or what it does. ]
My god, it’s beautiful.
[ Predictably, like with every other moment in his life, it’s the stupidest thing that actually manages to make it out of his mouth. ]
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Just keep your eyes up here.
[He flinches when Justin says it's beautiful. Tony raises his arm to cover it, knowing full well it isn't doing all that much, but feeling better just because he can. It's his safety net.
But he does assume that Justin won't figure it out. It's not like he can work out the design of the arc reactor just by looking at it, and even if he did, he couldn't build one. Probably. And then there's the admiration. The way that Justin looks at his work, the little disk that is his heart now, makes him feel a little spark of excitement that he knows he shouldn't feel in front of Justin Hammer. He shifts his weight, trying to turn this back into a better direction that doesn't focus on his chest.]
I told you, it's all an extension of me. The suit is just part of the equation... so now you know.
[At least he knows as much as Tony is willing to give him for the moment. It would be so much easier if Justin wasn't actually capable of figuring these things out, but Tony's plan is just to go with it, so he cups his hand around the back of Justin's head and tries to distract him with another kiss. It's deep and dirty this time, with a little edge of desperation in his impatience.
Just keep your attention up here. They were just about to do something, right? This is important.]
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[ It's quiet and subdued, spoken the second he sees that telltale flinch and the way he lifts his arm to block his view of it. He didn't meant to be insulting, which he realizes now that he was, drawing attention to the... whatever it is. Of course it is. Someone like Tony is proud and vain and Justin's seen pictures of him over the years, in magazines and on TV. Whatever it is, he hasn't had it forever, he knows that much, and when Tony connects it to the Iron Man suit, he figures that that means it's a relatively recent addition.
Apologizing too much will make it awkward, more awkward than he feels like he's just made it, so he bites his tongue and pointedly keeps his eyes on Tony's, waiting for the inevitable dismissal he suspects is coming. That it doesn't surprises him, that Tony kisses him surprises him even more, and he responds the only way he knows how in a situation like this.
Hard and demanding, just as desperate as he swears it feels like Tony's kissing him. He gets his fingers in his hair, tugs his head forward as he slips an arm around his waist and pulls, trying to get him closer. Tony doesn't want him looking at it, fine. Like this, veritably plastered against him, Justin can't see much of anything, especially the circle of light in Tony's chest.
Maybe it's the memory of the flinch that has him so willing to demonstrate the desire he feels for him right now. He knows what it's like to be unwanted, and if there's anyone in the world who exemplifies not being unwanted, it's Tony Stark. It's only taken the end of that world for Justin to be willing to show him. ]
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All the same, he's grateful when the attention turns away from his chest. Not that he doesn't think he has a nice body. He knows he does. But it's been not-so-nice since Afghanistan, and he'd prefer it if Justin didn't look too closely at the scars. Not that he'll admit that out loud. Tony Stark doesn't get nervous. Or embarrassed, because what Justin said earlier threw him off his game, but that wasn't embarrassment.
He buries those thoughts in the kiss. Hungry and dirty and a little rough, because the hint of pain is more distracting. But that only lasts for the first few seconds. It's followed by an almost apologetic switch, with Tony running his tongue over Justin's lips and cupping his hands on his ass, pulling him forward with a sensual roll of his hips, right into their already-flush bodies. If there is one thing Tony is good at when it comes to other people, it's knowing how to make them feel wanted. He hums as they rub together, letting his fingers flex and slide over the muscle he's holding appreciatively.]
You can tell me I'm good looking.
[His voice is clear that he's teasing, but it comes out husky and warm, hitched at the end when he presses into him again.]
Are you going to hold back all night?
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Something tells me your ego doesn't need the boost.
[ He says it wryly, without bite. The bite, figuratively speaking, comes when he drags his hand down from Tony's hair and rakes his fingernails down the broad expanse of his bare back. ]
You want to play rough, Anthony, I'm game.
[ His second hand joins the first down near Tony's waist, and together they slip between them to deftly work open his pants. That Justin's still fully clothed is a minor detail to which he pays no attention. ]
But I want you out of these pants first. They're in the way.
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[Not really, but he's going to insist anyway. Particularly after Justin follows that statement with the next one, and Tony has to laugh at that.]
Tony. It's Tony.
[And he does notice that the clothing ratio is becoming very uneven between them. What makes it worse is that it's usually the other way around, with women practically throwing off their clothes for him before he gets his tie down. Now he has his shirt off and Justin's hands on his pants, and he hasn't even gotten him out of his jacket yet. This is not fair at all.
Yet here he is, all too willing to help Justin get his pants down to the floor. The more contact he gets, the more he wants, and it only makes sense to cooperate when they've gotten this far. He's already hard from being stroked through his pants, and getting out of them is a relief. But it's still an unfair difference between them.]
You too, boss. I want to see everything.
[He slides both hands up Justin's front, pushing his jacket off of his shoulders before he's done undressing him. He can't wait, and he can't keep himself from turning his head to kiss Justin's neck. It's rough and demanding, probably enough to leave a flushed mark, and Tony is still trying to get Justin to take off his own clothes while trying to wriggle out of his pants. It doesn't work nearly as well as he wants it to, either, which makes him tug harder on the jacket while he tries to get it off.]
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[ One he’s not all that keen to stroke unless he absolutely has to. Tony’s been given the world on a silver platter, and as far as Justin can tell, it’s that spoiled sense of entitlement that’s made him so insufferable to deal with. But the other, well, that he doesn’t mind stroking at all. To underscore that point, just in case that’s too subtle for him too, Justin presses his palm to his erection, gives it a deliberate squeeze.
He has half a mind to tell Tony that there isn’t much to see, especially after Tony’s spent decades looking at himself in the mirror, but that’s self-deprecating and unattractive and frankly, he needs all the appeal he can get to keep up with him. ]
Here. Wait, hold on.
[ Not willing to let Tony struggle forever with the jacket, Justin shrugs his shoulders, wriggling slightly until the fabric falls down his arms. It’s then that he has to remove his hands from Tony, but that only lasts as long as it takes for the jacket to slide down the rest of the way. The instant it’s off, they’re on him again, one smoothing over his hip to grope his ass while the other goes right back to fondling his erection. ]
You’re going to have to get the tie. My hands are occupied.
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He's also a very responsive lover. Tony bucks up into Justin's hand, making a noise that is decidedly not manly or impressive. He has his hands pawing up the nice hem of his shirt before the jacket is even off, already moving to the next thing. He's impatient.]
Can't wait.
[Which is true enough. Tony is panting with his mouth on Justin's chin and along his jaw as he kisses him. He undoes the front of Justin's pants like there's a disaster coming and this next minute might be his last chance at getting to him, fondling him through his boxers as soon as he gets the front open.
He rolls his hips while he's stroking Justin's erection, trying to set a pace even though he's having trouble keeping it steady. Maybe Justin can see Tony smirk at that last comment or maybe not. It doesn't matter. Tony looks downright challenging now. He hooks the finger of his left hand on the tie knot and pulls it down to loosen it, shoving the shirt collar out of his way so he can bite the side of his neck. He focuses his attention on that spot until he's sure it'll leave a mark. And only then does he decide to speak.]
You're not going to wear the suit the whole time, are you? Come on, Justin. Show me what you've got.
[It's Tony. He has to tease, even when he's obviously having trouble just focusing enough to keep standing.]