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works/342832.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Marvel, Marvel_616, The_Avengers_(2012)
  Relationship:
      Tony_Stark/His_Hand, Steve_Rogers/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Tony_Stark, Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      kink_bingo, Authority_Figures, Masturbation, Sexual_Fantasy, Alternate
      Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, not_quite_sure_how_to
      tag_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-19 Words: 805
****** Bite My Lip And Close My Eyes ******
by unrequited_rain
Summary
     this is from a verse that I will never fully write where Steve never
     got frozen in the ice and etc. all you really need to know is Tony is
     ~15, at MIT and just back from being kidnapped, where he was rescued
     by a ~mystery man~ (it never explicitly states that it's Steve Tony
     is fantasizing about, but it totally is)
Tony was almost certain he knew who had saved him after all was said and done.
He may have been doped up out of his skull, but the blond hair, blue eyes and
miles of muscles were pretty damn recognizable. Of course now that he was out
of the hospital the man had disappeared, leaving Tony unable to confirm his
suspicions. But Tony still would have been willing to put money on it being the
same man who had looked after him in the weeks after his mother's accident
before his father got off his ass and hired a nanny for him. He was also
willing to put money on the possibility that, in his drug addled daze, he had
hit on the man who had been a star player in his sexual fantasies since he was
old enough to have them.
Tony sighed and glared down as his half-hard dick. This was all it's fault. If
he didn't have such a hard on for the guy, he might've gotten to know who his
mysterious savior was. Of course, if he didn't have such a hard on, he probably
wouldn't care who the guy was, so it was a null point.
Tony closed his eyes and let the shower wash over him. If he concentrated hard
enough he could remember some things about his 'amazing' rescue. Broad
shoulders Tony could barely get his arms around; a uniform rough against his
cheek, SHIELD most likely, Howard would never let someone so proletariat as a
police officer rescue his golden goose of a son; the smell of sweat and leather
and explosives, making him feel inexplicably safe and at home in a ways Stark
Manor had never made him feel.
His dick twitched, reminding Tony that yes, hi, still here just in case you'd
forgotten. Tony mentally added turned on to the list of things the smell made
him feel. Slowly he slid a hand down his stomach and let himself imagine what
might have happened if his rescuer hadn't disappeared before Tony could even
learn his name.
Tony would have cornered him in his office. He had to have one if he was
important enough to rescue Howard Stark's kid. He would probably be getting
ready to go, already in his civvies, or no. Changing into his civvies in his
office. Tony bit his lip and gave his dick a firm stroke. He'd be wearing
nothing but uniform trousers and a sweat damp white undershirt, and Tony would
walk up to him and look him in the eye and say 'anything I can do to thank
you,' before kneeling and putting his hands on the obvious bulge in the man's
pants.
Tony bit his lip and worked his hand faster on his dick. His mouth felt empty
and it watered with want. Tony closed his eyes and imagined being on his knees,
mouthing over the hard line of the agent's dick. He would do that, just teasing
teasing till the man finally had enough and grabbed Tony's head to direct where
he wanted him.
Tony moaned and let his head fall back against the shower wall. He could almost
feel the weight of a dick in his mouth and Tony wanted it badly. He hoped the
agent's dick was proportional to the rest of him. He wanted to choke on it,
just a little bit, before getting it sloppy wet and taking it down his throat.
He whimpered and tightened his hand around the base of his dick while the other
gave a sharp yank to his balls. He didn't want to come yet, not when he still
had the imagined feel of the agent's dick in his mouth. After a few deep
breaths Tony rubbed his thumb against the slit in the had of his dick. he
wondered if the agent would let himself come all over Tony's face or not.
Probably not, he was probably a gentleman if the way he ran off meant anything.
But Tony would stand his ground and refuse to be moved as the man came all over
his face. Then he would tug Tony up and pull his pants down, then spin him
around and set him bare assed onto the desk. He'd wrap one hand around Tony's
dick and give it a few long hard pulls. But he wouldn't come, even when he gave
a twist right under the head of Tony's cock. Not until the man pushed two come
slicked fingers into Tony's mouth would he come, all over his chest and the
agent's hand, and Tony pushed two of his own fingers into his mouth and came
over his own hand with a muffled yell. Panting, he slowly slid down the shower
wall and let the shower wash him clean while he put himself back together.
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