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“Welcome back. Did you leave some hot water?” Stephen asked, without opening his eyes.

“How do you do that?”

Stephen opens one eye with a smile and then opens the other, popping his fingers.

“I heard the water go off and can smell soap. Plus you’re a heavy walker.”

Tony climbs up onto the bed and kisses him. “Ah. Good to know. Well I left some hot water.”

“Thanks beautiful. I’m going to go shower now.” Stephen gives him a look and slides off the bed. Tony watches him go and is sitting still for a moment before his brain caught up with him. He clamoured out of the bed and towards the bathroom. Stephen was leaned over, adjusting the knobs on the tub. Tony stood there admiring the view. Stephen turns his head, standing up straight. He offers his hand, stepping under the spray of the water. Tony follows with a smile and crowds the younger man against the wall and kissed him deeply. Stephen reacted automatically. His fingers wind their way through Tony’s hair and pulls himself closer. Pulling away from his lips, Tony grins at the noise it drew from Stephen's lips.

“I'm not done yet.” He promises. He kisses him again and runs one hand down Stephen’s long torso, feeling the goosebumps forming under his fingertips. Stephen shudders, gasping softly when Tony’s calloused hand wraps around his cock. He pumps once, twice, three times; before pulling away and reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

“You’re going to have to bend a little so I can wash your hair.” Tony’s voice breaks the silence. “You’re a freaking beanstalk.”

Stephen laughs and bends forward, making the muscles along his back flex beautifully. Tony bites back a moan and begins to work his fingers through the tangle of curls in front of him. Stephen shifts a little and that’s when Tony feels the tongue rolling over the tip of his dick. He falters a little but forces himself to keep washing. Taking a breath he rubs his fingers harder into the roots of Stephen’s hair and Stephen actually moans then. The tongue returns, moving in slow circles this time before lips join it. At this point, Tony had to brace himself against the wall and closed his eye, his head tilted back. He kept working his fingers as he felt the wet warmth of Stephen’s mouth slip lower and lower, barely fighting the urge to thrust his hips up. Stephen’s mouth was just as skilled as his hands were, there was no denying that. He rolled his tongue and scraped his teeth lightly. Tony was sure the water would drown out the sound of his moans but still fought to be quiet, out of habit.

“Fuck…...Stephen…..” He twists his fingers, tugging on the curls in his hands. This only spurred Stephen on more. He bobbed his head quicker and Tony in turn, pulled harder on his hair. “Stephen…”

Stephen finally glances up at him under his lashes, the water making them seem to sparkle. He could see the mischief in those eyes. It was a look that drove Tony crazy. Stephen looks back down, bringing the hand that he wasn’t using for balance up to cup Tony’s balls, kneading gently between his thumb and palm. A few minutes of that and Tony was nearing the edge.

“Stephen-” He warns. “Close!”

That’s when Stephen took him all the way in. Tony felt the tip of his dick brush against the back of the doctor’s throat and then felt the muscles of said throat constrict around him as Stephen swallowed. That did it. Before he could choke out another warning, he was cumming down his husband’s throat. Stephen jerked back in shock and some of Tony’s seman spilled from his lips. He swallows twice before running the back of his hand across his lips and smiling a little.

“Will that hold you over until we can get to safety?”

“Mm...It should for at least a few hours.” Tony teases lightly, coming down from his post orgasmic high. “What happened to no sex before the safehouse?”

Stephen laughs. “That wasn’t sex. That was me sucking you off.” He steps backwards into the water to rinse his hair out.

“Do I get to return the favour?’

“Perhaps. But I do plan on actually showering though, before the water runs cold.”

“Fine. I’ll just get you when you least expect it.” Tony smirks a little when Stephen finally turns and looks at him.

“I expect nothing less.” He responds, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Tony’s mouth before reaching over to turn the water off. He ruffled his hair to get rid of excess water and steps out, reaching for the towel. He dries himself and dresses, Tony following in suit. As Tony laced up his boots, Stephen refills the whiskey bottle with water and returns it to his bag along with the Vicks. He turns back to Tony.

“Ready?”

Tony inhales deeply and nods. “Let’s go.”

They makes their way downstairs to find Peter and Gamora at the front desk. She looks up first.

“Stay and eat with us?”

Stephen seemed to hesitate, looking at Tony.

“Who knows when your next real meal will be.” Peter points out. He was right, of course.

“It won’t hurt.” Tony says with a shrug and moves to follow the couple through the doorway to the dining room. Once seated, Stephen appeared to relax.

“There’s a delivery I have to make today.” Peter announces.

“Okay?” Stephen asked, confusion seeping into his voice.

“What I’m saying is I can take you both to the next town over if you like. It’s not much but it does get you a little closer.”

Tony smiles widely and rests one hand on Stephen’s leg, fingers splayed.

“That would be amazing. Thank you. You’re sure it’s no trouble?”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m going there anyway.”

“Thank you Peter.” Stephen smiles, but his breath hitches softly as Tony begins to walk his fingers up Stephen’s leg. The touches ghost over the fabric of the doctor’s pants and the goosebumps returned to his arms. Tony pulled his hand away and Stephen sighs in relief. Tony wasn’t really going to feel him up at the breakfast table, was he? He starts to eat, making small talk with Gamora and Peter. He had almost forgotten about the event when he felt a warm weight against his crotch. He jolted and glares at Tony. “Stop that.” He hisses. Tony gives him an innocent look but presses his foot harder against his lover’s stirring erection. His face was starting to heat up and he had to look away.

“You alright?” Peter asked, breaking his thoughts.

“Yeah. Yes. I’m fi-ine.” He squirms a little as Tony begins to wiggle his toes. Stephen closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. Tony shifts closer, rubbing his foot up and down, making Stephen fight the urge to grind his hips up. “Tony.” He whimpers softly, his eyes flying open. Tony had a bored expression on his beautiful face, but his eyes gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing. He digs his toes into the fabric of Stephen’s pants, squeezing him. It was a strange sensation that sent tingles up Stephen’s spine. He was roughly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud. It was possible that the threat of being caught turned him on even more. He very slowly rolled his hips up. He catches Tony’s smirk from the corner of his eye and rolls his own. He’d deal with that later, now he was too far gone. Tony pulls his foot away and Stephen starts to protest, not caring if the others heard, but before he could, Tony’s hand returned, slipping past his waistband. The soldier laid his arm across the table and gives an easy smile. Stephen holds back a whine but forces himself to sit still, nodding at the conversation.

“-and that’s why it’s a terrible idea for roses to be around an oak tree.”

Stephen looked over at Tony, lost. Gamora spoke up then.

“Peter, what the hell did you drink to make you talk like an idiot.”

Stephen barks out a laugh that hid his moan when Tony twisted his wrist, pressing his thumb down into the head of his dick, causing his legs to spasm and fall open, hitting a table leg and making the others look at him in concern.

“S-sorry. Sometimes I have spasms. Pain in the ass.”

He lifts his hips as Tony pumps his fist quickly, obviously trying to finish him off before the meal was over. He succeeded and Stephen cums a moment later with a silent cry of Tony’s name.

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- are easily panicked by slightly-louder-than-normal sounds.

- stare apprehensively at your bedroom doorway for hours at night.

- have trouble making eye contact with people.

- always feel either too mature or too immature for your age.

- simultaneously crave and be terrified of physical contact.

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Life Changes (Ch 5)

Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about medical stuff so all I know is from Google and doctor shows. Feel free to correct anything!

Tony looked down as his pager went off. He sits his fork down and picks it up. His fork falls to the table and he jumps up. Oh shit. He darts out of the cafeteria and heads down to where Pepper was.

“Pepper, what-” He stops dead, seeing the pale face on the bed. “Peter?”  His voice is barely a whisper. He looked at Pepper.”What the hell happened to him?”

“I don’t know.” She says softly. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

“I just talked to him less than an hour ago! He was fine then…” Tony runs a shaky hand through his hair.

“Tony are you going to be able to work this case?”

“If I’m needed. Has he damaged any nerves?”

“We’re about to find out.” She says.

Peter stirs with a groan and a cry of pain. The honey colored eyes fly open.

“Tony?”

Tony was at his side immediately.

“Peter, what happened?”

“Tony, it hurts. It hurts a lot. I can’t feel my-my leg.” Peter is crying now, his pretty face skewed in pain.

“Peter. I need you to tell me what happened.”  Tony says, trying to fight back his own tears. By some miracle, he was able to keep his voice steady.

“I was dance-dancing!” He cried out again and tried to grab at his leg but that only made him cry out again. “I fell!” He yells and squeezes his eyes shut. It made Tony’s heart hurt.

“We’re going to see exactly what happened. We’re are going to fix this and you’ll be dancing again soon. I promise.”

Peter nods, his eyes still shut and he was still crying.

“Get him some pain killers and let me know as soon as you find out how bad this is.”

“Tony! Please….Don’t leave. Please.” Peter reached for him. “Don’t leave me alone. I need…..I need….” He shifts and cries out again.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m here.” Tony smooths his hand through Peter’s hair. “We’re gonna get you all fixed up. I promise.” He whispers. “We gotta get you up to x-ray and check your leg okay?”

“Just make the pain stop!”

Tony looks up at Pepper as a new person enters the room. Natasha Romanova, an orthopedic surgeon. Tony makes eye contact and she nods. Tony stands, but Peter has an iron grip.

“Please-”

“Peter we are going to go look at your leg now.”

“I’m scared.”

“Peter, my name is Dr. Romanova. I’m going to be doing your x-ray.”

Peter looks up at Tony. He felt his leg getting numb and he felt that was a bad sign.

“Tony I can’t feel my leg.”

“We need to get this looked at. Now. Peter, Dr. Romanova is very good at what she does and she is going to get you fixed up okay?”

Peter squeezes Tony’s hand and nods just a little.

“Just...help me.” He whimpers.

“Let’s get going.” The red haired doctor says, and Peter feels Tony get up. HIs eyes fly open.

“Tony?” Peter gasped.

“Don’t worry. I’m here. I just can’t ride the bed up to x-ray.”

“Come with me?”

“Of course he’s coming.” Dr. Romanova speaks up. “Tony get your ass up and comfort your man.” She commands. Peter decided he liked her.

“Down girl.” Peter hears Tony say. He would have laughed if he didn’t hurt so much. Tony’s face came into view and he felt a gentle touch on his face. “I’m here. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

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Tony stood in the middle of the lab room, looking at Peter’s x-rays.

“He shattered the entire leg.” He swore softly. He looks at Natasha. “Can you fix it? You have to fix it. Performing is his whole life.”

Natasha looks at him. “I can fix it. But Tony….He will never dance again. He never should never have danced in the first place. He has very weak bones in his legs. It’s a wonder he hadn’t hurt himself this bad before.”  

The words hang in the room and Tony was sure he could feel his heart break. He takes a deep breath.

“I’m not done.” She continues softly. “I’m going to have to put a rod in his leg and I’m almost certain that he damaged nerves in his leg. He’s going to need physical therapy in order to walk again.”

“Is that all?” Tony asked softly, fighting to keep his voice even.

“Yes.” She licks her lips.

“Let me tell him. Please.” Tony looks away from the x-rays. They were burned into his mind forever. He shudders and pulls his head up.

“Of course. But he’s sleeping now so you’re gonna have to wait.”

Tony nods a little. “This is going to destroy him.”

“I know.” She says softly. She squeezes his shoulder and Tony watches her leave. At that moment, Stephen walks in. He pulls Tony into a hug, which surprised him because Stephen wasn’t a touchy person.

“How bad?” He asked softly.

“He’s never going to dance again.” Tony answers, pulling back and looking up. “I lied to him Stephen. He’s going to hate me.”

“Tony he isn’t going to hate you. This isn’t your fault.”

“No, but I lied to him. I told him that he’d be okay and he’d be dancing again in no time. He just auditioned for his dream roll. And it’s almost as if we’re taking his gift away from him.”

“Tony.” Stephen says softly. “He will get through this. He has you to help him.”

“It’s just not fair. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s a good person. Kind and sweet and he doesn’t let the fame get to his head. He-he-”

Stephen puts a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He will get through this. You both will, together. He will find his place.”

Tony nods a little, letting out a soft sob. Stephen sits beside him quietly as he breaks down.

“It’s going to ruin his life Stephen. I’m going to have to ruin his life.”

Stephen tilts Tony’s chin up. “You are going to help him through this. You are strong and so is he.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know you Antony. If anyone can do this, it’s you.” Stephen looks at him in the eyes deeply with parted lips. Then he shakes his head a little and takes a step back. “Go to him.”

“Thank you.” Tony whispers, turning and leaving the room.

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When Peter blinked awake, Tony and Dr. Romanova were standing at the end of his bed. He smiled a little.

“Hey. Can you fix me?” He asked with a small smile.

“I can. But You’ll have to have a rod put in your leg. You shattered the entire thing.”

“So going through airport security is going to be hell.” Peter jokes. So much to working for West End.

“Peter-” Dr. Romanova starts but Tony interrupts.

“Your surgery to fix your leg will be in an hour. Afterwards, you’re going to need therapy in order to walk correctly again.”

“So I’m down and out for a bit…” Peter nods a little. He needed to call the director and let him know he’d be out for a bit. He looks up at Tony. “You’ll be there won’t you? When I’m being operated on?”

Tony takes a deep breath. “I cannot operate on you as we have a personal relationship, but my best friend, Dr. Strange, is the best neurosurgeon I know. You will be in amazing hands I promise. And I’ll be in the gallery watching the whole thing.”

Peter was more scared now that he knew Tony wasn’t operating but if Tony trusted this Dr. Strange, he could as well. He nods a little.

“Okay. I believe you.” He looks around. “Can I have my phone? I need to call my director.”

Dr. Romanova gives Tony a look and hands the device over. Tony makes a "Y" shape with his hands and brings them down a few inches, his palms outward; shaking his head. Her eyes narrow and her lips thin into a white line.

Peter turns his gaze away from them and dails the director, who picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?”

“Hello, this is Peter Parker. I auditioned earlier?”

“The one who fell. How are you doing?”

“I’m actually calling to withdraw my audition because of my injury. I won’t be healed enough to even consider being in the show.”

“That is unfortunate. You had an amazing audition until the fall. You easily got the part.”

Peter felt like crying. The words cut deep.

“Thank you for the consideration.” He says, managing to hold his voice steady. “Break a leg and give my best to the one who got the part.”

He hangs up and lets the phone fall onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut. He shook a little and felt a hand on his arm.

“Peter?” Tony asked softly.

Peter opens his eyes and looked up.

“I got the part. Well, I had the part.”

Tony feels as if he had been punched in the gut.

“Oh Peter, I’m so sorry.”  Natasha says softly.

“It’s not like it’s your fault. I’ll just try again next time.”

Tony takes a breath and looks up at him.

“Peter…”

Peter looks up with a brave smile. Tony didn’t have the heart to tell him just yet and shakes his head.

“There was no doubt in my mind that you would have gotten that part.”

“Okay let's get you prepped for surgery okay?” Natasha cuts them off, and starting pre-ops.

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Stephen looks up as the door to the anteroom of the OR. Tony looked like a mess.

“You haven’t told him yet, have you?”  He asked, drying his hands and sliding on gloves.

“I couldn’t do it. Not yet.” Tony inhales deeply. “I am going to after the surgery. I swear.”

Stephen gives a small tight smile and nods. “Tony, I believe you and if you need me, I will always be here.”

Tony nods, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes. He clears his throat and nods. “Kick ass Strange.”

Stephen nods and ties his mask before pushing into the OR. He looks over at Natasha and nods.

“Alright everyone. It’s time to give an artist back his leg.” He glances up to the balcony where Tony had gone. He was leaning forward, his hands clasped tightly. He looked down at the man on the table and takes a breath. “For Tony.”

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The next time Peter wakes up, he’s back in his room and Tony was sitting beside the bed. He looks over.

“How’d I do?” He asked, his voice was a bit rough. Tony smiles fondly though.

“You did great. The surgery went really well and you now have a metal rod in your leg.”

“How long before I can dance again?”

Tony tenses, looking down before looking back up. Peter’s blood ran cold. No no no. It can’t be true! I worked to hard for this.

“Tony?” Peter asked softly. He needed to hear it out loud if it was true.

“Peter, you can’t dance anymore. You should have never been able to in the first place. The bones in your legs are basically as strong as glass.” Tony’s voice grows softer. “I’m so so sorry.”

Peter shakes his head. “No.” HIs voice cracks. “You’re wrong. You have to be.”

“We aren’t. Natasha says it’s a miracle that you were going this long.”

“You lied to me.” Peter accuses. “You promised…” He is crying openly now. “You’re a liar! Go. I can’t look at you right now!” He squeezes his eyes tightly. “I put my entire life into this. I can’t do anything else. You gave me hope and lied to me in the process. I can’t forgive you.”

A memoir by Spencer Reid

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