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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Iron_Man_(Movies)
  Character:
      Tony_Stark, Obadiah_Stane
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-04-09 Words: 1481
****** Morning ******
by quigonejinn
Summary
     Go back a little: the girl and Obadiah and Tony are in the elevator,
     and the girl is, as expected, all over Obadiah.
Notes
     First posted 9/27/2008.
See the end of the work for more notes
The girl comes.
...
It's morning now, and the light is all watery and gray even before they get
into the limo with the tinted windows. Tony and the girl are in the back
together. The driver is taking Tony back to Cambridge; the girl wants to be
taken back to the Park Street station, but they get stuck in traffic, and the
girl sighs and leans back in the seats. Tony tries not to watch her.
...
Go back a little: the girl and Obadiah and Tony are in the elevator, and the
girl is, as expected, all over Obadiah. She slides her hands up his chest,
starting a little above the belt and going to just under the collar of the
shirt; she moves close to him, so that her hips are against his. In heels, she
comes up to his nose. She puts her hands in the pockets of his trousers, moves
her hand around down there there; her body blocks what Tony can see from the
other side of the elevator, but Obadiah grins.
When the elevator gets to their floor, it dings. Obadiah puts his hand on the
elevator door, holding it for the girl, and she smiles, tells him he's a
gentleman. Obadiah smiles and steps out after her.
Tony hesitates for a moment, then follows.
Go forward a little: they're in the room, and the door is closed. The girl is
checking the view, and Tony stands by the wall, wondering if he should make the
first move, but Obadiah finishes unknotting his tie and steps forward. He puts
his hand in the girls elbow and turns her, smiling, around.
"Watch and learn, son."
...
Obadiah puts the girl, naked, on the bed with her legs hanging off and her
little black dress in a pile on the floor. Tony puts himself in the armchair
and watches: there's a big, floor length mirror right at the foot of the bed,
and he can either watch the real thing or look at the reflection. The mirror
gives a better view between the girl's legs, but for a while, the action isn't
there. Instead, Obadiah kisses his way up her thigh, and he kisses her stomach,
just below the belly button. He shifts up and says a few words to her, right in
her ear and softly enough that even Tony, not even five feet away, can't make
out the words. They make her giggle, though. She kisses Obadiah.
And then he goes down on her.
Eventually, she tries to loop her ankles around Obadiah's neck, but he puts one
hand on each of her knees and holds her thighs flat against the bed. He doesn't
need to explain why: for Tony. For the view. Now, Tony doesn't have to look in
the mirror and try to see around Obadiah's back. He can see, somewhat more
clearly, how Obadiah uses his lips to hold the labia apart. It isn't perfect,
but Tony sees a trace of movement as Obadiah runs his tongue up the left side.
Then, down the right.
The girl has figured out what Obadiah likes and how things are going to go, so
she doesn't reach down and hold his head. Instead, she reaches up, over her
head, and tangles her hands in the sheets in lieu of that. It makes her back
arch; it takes her shoulders back and her breasts forward, the nipples dark on
pale skin, and Tony thinks, for a moment, that he's going to have to close his
eyes.
Obadiah takes his hands off her thighs only to slide a finger in, angling a
little upward, still keeping his mouth on --
...
The girl comes.
...
The girl is much nearer to Tony's age than Obadiah, close enough to Tony's age
for them to have looked like girlfriend and boyfriend out for dinner with dad,
and Tony watches the flush start over her chest and move upward.
After coming, she pushes herself up on her elbows and reaches for Obadiah as he
pulls away.
"Stay down," Obadiah says and finishes undoing his cufflinks and unbuttoning
the sleeves of his shirt, then walks over to the credenza and makes himself a
drink.
Tony licks his lips.
...
Tony gets down on his knees on the edge of the bed. The girl obligingly scoots
forward, and Tony brings his mouth forward.
Obadiah, now holding Scotch in one hand, comes to stand behind Tony.
Every once in a while, ice cubes clink. The sound mixes with the moaning from
the girl.
...
Tony and the girl are in the limo, and they're still stuck in traffic. It's too
far from Park Station for the girl to walk there, even if she takes her heels
off, but she's thinking about it. Classes? Tony figures that she's in school.
Boston College, maybe. She looks the right age, and looks down the front of her
dress to check where she put the folded-up bills. In the morning, Tony came out
of the bathroom, wet from the shower with a towel over his shoulders, just as
Obadiah was finishing counting off hundred dollar bills for her.
"Twenty," he says, and hands them to her. He stays in front of her while, naked
and sitting in bed with her ankles crossed, she counts them.
"Twenty," she says and looks up. Obadiah nods, picks his briefcase up, and
goes.
On the way out, he touches his bare fingers to Tony's wet shoulder.
The girl waits until the door shuts and clicks, then starts to count the money
again.
...
Halfway through, she looks up and over at Tony.
"How'd you convince him to pay you in advance?"
It takes Tony a second to figure out what she's talking about -- what she'd
assumed.
...
Tony is actually pretty good at going down on girls because not only has he had
practice, but it's something that he takes pride in, OK. The truth, though, is
that he probably started too soon after. It's going to take a while, though she
makes a lot of noise and is starting to get close, but it's not -- it isn't -
- Obadiah pulls Tony off, puts a condom on, and gets back onto the bed, behind
the girl. She slides up onto her knees, and Obadiah fucks her, slow and deep,
all the way in, all the way out each time, holding her by the hips and
controlling how far she moves back to meet him when he pushes in.
He presses his lips to her neck, then raises his lips to her ear and says
something. Tony is still down at the foot of the bed; the girl whimpers and
tries to twist away from Obadiah a little, but he has strong hands and brings
her all the way back, until her back is against his chest, and then he puts his
hands between her legs, and she arches and puts her hand in Tony's hair, and --
...
She comes.
...
The girl is a redhead. There are freckles on her collarbones, but she has clear
brown eyes, not blue. Pepper is decades in the future.
...
"Hey, do you, um."
They're in view of the Park Street station now, but it's still a block or two
away. They limo is stopped at a red light, but the girl has decided to walk.
She can't stand being in the limo for another moment, apparently, and finishes
strapping the heels on her feet, and the driver puts the flashing hazard lights
on and comes around to open the door.
"What?" The girl is halfway to sliding out of the limo.
"Do you. If I wanted to. Again. The money isn't an issue."
And it isn't. Tony's trust fund throws off more than enough income for him to
afford it, and Tony's nervousness comes from the fact that it isn't every
morning you ask a call girl how to reach her in case you want to sleep with her
again.
"I don't care what kind of trust fund you have," the girl says, getting all the
way out of the car. She turns around; in the gray morning light, she looks
older than she did last night. Kind of drawn. There are black marks under her
eyes. "You can't afford me."
She pauses for a moment, and her mouth twists upward.
"And tell your friend to fuck himself."
She slams the door herself, rather than letting the driver, and through the
tinted glass, Tony watches her walk away quickly as she can in four inch silver
heels. She disappears into the entrance to the T; the driver gets back in, and
Tony never finds out that when Obadiah put his lips to her ear that second
time, it was to tell her, in the calmest of tones, that she better put her hand
in the boy's hair and come or she wasn't going to see the morning.
End Notes
     This developed from a convo with th_esaurus re: the sex scene in Two
     Girls and a Guy, and she was like OMG YOUNG TONY REALIZING HE IS GOOD
     AT THIS THING. And the wrong insinuated itself in from there. She
     figured out that the way to start this would be with the girl coming.
     And she also gave me the hottest line in the fic -- I mean. "Stay
     down." Seriously.
     The mirror, though, is all jamaillith. Holy fuck
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