Here's A Sneak Peek Of An IronStrange Thing I'm Writing :)
Here's a sneak peek of an IronStrange thing I'm writing :)
NSFW
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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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“Started without me?” Aaron asks, leaning on the door frame.
Spencer whipped around, his hair falling over his face. The movement made the usually graceful man fall over.
“Aaron!” Spencer’s face lights up.
Aaron’s smile gets bigger but his eyes zero in on the paper in Spencer’s hand.
“What’s that?”
“Hm? Oh nothing. Do you know where the lighter is?” “Why do you need a lighter-”
Spencer digs in a drawer and triumphantly pulls out an orange lighter.
“Aha!”
“Spencer Hotchner-Reid. Put the lighter down and give me the paper.”
“You aren’t my boss at home!” Spencer argues stubbornly, trying to get the lighter to light, but his fumbling hands weren’t working.
“Spencer-”
Annoyed, Spencer threw the lighter down and dug out a match book. He struck the match and managed to get the corner before Aaron jerked the paper from his hands. He puts out the fire and looks at the paper. It was their marriage license.
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“Good luck returning me without the receipt!” Spencer says, hands on his hips.
Aaron was dumb struck. What brought this on?
“Why would I want to return you?”
“Um...well…” Spencer shrugged. “Good luck keeping me without proof of purchase!”
Aaron tilts his head. What in hell was going on? He was pulled from his wanderings when Spencer snatched the paper and barrels past him. Aaron stumbles back a little then takes off after him.
“Spencer!”
Aaron runs after him. The chase went around the couch and coffee table before Spencer darted down the hall towards the bedroom. Spencer may be lanky but Aaron was completely sober so he had the advantage.He manage to catch Spencer by knocking him onto the bed. The young man fell with an “oof” and a chorus of giggles. Aaron grabbed ahold of the paper.
“Spencer give it to me.”
“You can’t make me!” Spencer grins.
“Spencer-”
“You’re really bossy. You know that?”
“It’s in my job description. Now give me-”
“And grumpy.”
Aaron narrows his eyes.
“I am not grumpy.” He scoffs.
“You totally are. Mr. Grumpy.” Spencer laughs again.
Aaron sighs softly. Drunk Spencer was something else, that’s for sure.
“Please give me the paper?” He tried.
“It’s mine too! You don’t have to hog it.” Spencer hugs the paper to his chest.
“I’m trying to keep you from ruining it!”
“Boo. Party pooper.”
Aaron sighs again and rubs the bridge of his nose. Okay so asking wasn’t going to work. He grips the paper with his thumb and forefinger, trying to pull it free.
“NO!”
‘Spence-”
“It’s mine!”
RRIIIIPPPP
Both men’s eyes go wide.
“You broke it. Oooo you’re in trouble.” Spencer whispers, holding up the other half.
“You-”
“You’re grounded.”
“Excuse me?!?”
“You ripped the paper.”
“You are the one that took it from me.” Aaron protests.
“You took it from me first!”
“Yeah because you were trying to burn it.”
“You’re the one that left it in my reach.”
“You-I-” Aaron just shakes his head. “You are impossible.”
“You married me.” Spencer smiled.
“Yeah. I have proof of purchase.” Aaron chuckles, kissing him softly. “We’ll have to go get a new one tomorrow you know.”
“Later. ‘M sleepy.”
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Peter looked at the napkin in his hand in shock. He couldn’t believe Tony Stark had given him his number. Of course it could be fake. But what if if it wasn’t? But then again, why would Tony Stark, world famous brain surgeon, be interested in him of all people? He sighs softly and carefully folds it before putting in his pocket. He looks up as Ned came towards him.
“Did you just get flowers and hit on by Tony Stark?” He gaped.
“I...think so? I don’t know.’ “You’re gonna see him again right?”
“I don’t know! Maybe?”
“Dude you have to! No one gets flowers from Tony Stark. You should call him.”
Peter flushes brightly. “You think so?”
“Duh! Come on, maybe he wants a private performance?” Ned waggles his eyebrows.
“I-” Peter snapped his eyes up from the flower he had been looking at. “You think so? But why?”
“Dude just call him.”
“Well I can’t tonight. He just left. I think something happened at the hospital. He got paged.” Peter shrugged. “He’s got more important things to do than hang around me.”
“Don’t talk down on yourself like that. I’ll smack you.” Ned says, slight thumping the side of Peter’s head. Peter swats his hand away.
“Sorry sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Damn right it won't happen again.” Ned nods. “Now come on. Director wants a team meeting.”
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Tony sighs softly, leaning against the wall. He was exhausted. His patient hard coded and needed emergency surgery. This is what happens when he missed work. Thankfully they managed to save the man, but the surgery took four hours and Tony was running on half an hour of sleep and a Red Bull. He musters a smile as he makes his way to the patient’s family.
“Doctor Stark.” A frazzled looking black haired woman calls. “How is he? Jermey? Is he okay?”
“Jeremy is just fine. He is sleeping now. We had quite the scare with internal bleeding but we caught it and fixed it.” Tony smile is a little more real now as the woman’s face broke into tears of relief.
“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She moves forward and hugs him. Tony, used to this reaction, hugs her back.
“It’s my pleasure.” He whispers. He lets her hug him until she lets go and he pats her arm. “Have a good night.” He smiles once more before heading to an oncall room and collapsing on one of the beds. He pulls out his phone and checks his messages.
Received Unknown Number: Hi. This is Peter. I’m not sure if this is really your number or not and if it’s not, I completely understand. It’s not a good idea to give your number to random strangers at fancy parties…….Anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful and I’m glad you enjoyed the show.
Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He looks at the time. Half past three AM.
Sent Unknown Number: I’m glad you liked them. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful person. I hope to see you again soon. Either on stage or in a more private setting.
After sending the text, Tony saved the number to his contacts. He didn't expect an answer, as it was so late. He instead pulls up youtube and puts Peter’s name in the search bar. A list of videos popped up and he clicked the first one. It looked like an audition video. Peter was dancing around with a huge smile on his face and singing “Lay Your Love on Me”. He was dancing around with a girl who was pretty cute, with a pixie like face. The whole performance screamed sexy. But that was the nature of the song after all. The video was interrupted by his phone buzzing with a new text message.
Received Peter: That would be nice. I’m free tomorrow...well today technically, if you are.
Tony reads the message with a smile. He pauses the video and switches over.
Sent Peter: What are you still doing up young man?
The reply came less than a minute later.
Received Peter: I couldn’t sleep and I am getting ready for my next audition. And besides, I’m 25. I’m not a ‘young man’. What are you doing up?
Tony laughs, laying on his back.
Sent Peter: You care a kid compared to me. I just got out of a surgery. What are you working on?
Received Peter: How old are you? The same one that made you leave earlier?
Sent Peter: I’m 50. And yes. It was a pretty long surgery. What are you working on? Can I hear?
Received Peter: Do you really want to? Don’t you need sleep?
Sent Peter: I’m fine. Don’t you?
Received Peter: Sleep isn’t coming again.
Tony smiled sympathetically. He got that.
Sent Peter: Can I hear what you’re working on?
Received Peter: Sure but can I call you? The recording doesn’t do it justice. Neither does over the phone but it is better than an mp3.
Instead of answering, Tony called him. Peter answers on the first ring.
“Hello again.” Tony smiles.
“You sound dead on your feet.”
“It’s nice to hear you too.” Tony couldn’t help laugh. “I’m not on my feet if that makes you feel better. I’m laying down in an oncall room.”
“Are you on call?”
“Not any more. Don’t worry. So what are you working on?”
“Well I'm trying to figure what song to audition with in two days.”
“Well tell me about the part you’re going for and maybe we can figure it out together.”
“Well I was looking at playing William Shakespeare in Something Rotten”
“Shakespeare?”
“Yeah. See the musical is a parody of sorts. It’s about this guy, Nick Bottom who is writing the first ever musical and he and Shakespeare are rivals.”
“Alright. Tell me about this Shakespeare character.”
“In a few words, he’s a cocky asshole.” Peter says bluntly. Tony laughs at this.
Tony’s laugh sounds musical to Peter’s ears. He smiles and tucks his legs under him as he settles on his bed.
“It’s true!” Peter laughs himself. “I need a song that shows that I’m better than everyone.”
“What about “Vehicle” by Ides of March?”
“Hm...maybe.”
“Well let me hear one of Shakespeare’s songs and we can compare it.”
“Okay hold on.” Peter gets up and goes to his laptop, pulling up the karoke of the song ‘Hard to Be The Bard’ and starting it. He dances around a little as he waits his entrance.
“My days are so busy it's making me dizzy There's so much I gotta do There's lunches and meetings and poetry readings And endless interviews Gotta pose for a portrait and how I deplore Sitting there for eternity Then it's off to the inn where my innkeeper friend Wants to name a drink after me Then it's back to my room, where I resume My attempt to write a hit Just me and my beer and the terrible fear That I might be losing it And it's hard It's hard It's really, really hard So very very hard I make it look easy but honey, believe me It's hard It's hard It's so Incredibly hard So inconceivably, unbelievably hard It's hard to be the bard] Honestly, I don't know how I do it. There's only so much of me to go around I've got so many fans with so many demands I can hardly go take a piss Be it theater freak or the autograph-seeker They all want a piece of this It's a cross that I bear, I'm like Jesus, I swear It's a burden but I suffer through it It's all part of the game, the trappings of fame But somebody's gotta do it And I know, I know, I gotta go And get back to my pen and ink Oh don't make me do it Don't make me go through it Can somebody get me a drink? 'Cause it's hard Cause it's hard It's hard It's really really hard It's sexy but it's hard This bar that I'm raising To be this amazing! It's hard It's hard It's so Annoyingly hard So unavoidably, un-enjoyably hard It's hard to be the bard, baby Ugh. I know writing made me famous, but being famous is just so much more fun. You see... What people just don't understand Is that writing's demanding It's mentally challenging and it's a bore It's such a chore To sit in a room by yourself Oh my god, I just hate it! And you're trying to find an opening line Or a brilliant idea and you're pacing the floor And hoping for just a bit of divine intervention That one little nugget, that one little spark Then Eureka! You find it, you're ready to start So now you can write, right? Wrong! You're not even close, you remember that damn it Your play's gotta be in iambic pentameter! So you write down a word but it's not the right word So you try a new word but you hate the new word And you need a good word but you can't find the word Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it? Blah-blah-blah, ha ha, ah-ah -UGHHHHHHH!-” Peter stops to take a breath and hears Tony cracking up.
“That is amazing!” Tony takes a breath. “The song. Its beautiful. I already love the character.”
Peter smiles widely. “Yeah?”
“I definitely need to go see this now. I really hope you get this part.”
Peter feels a little swell of pride.
“Can you do ‘Vehicle’ next? I’m sure it’s perfect I just want to hear it in your voice.”
Peter flushes a little. “Yeah sure. Hold on.” He types into the search bar and spins around in his chair as he waits. He nearly falls off his chair when the trumpet line blares through the speakers.
“You okay?”
“Yeah I’m good. Just a little spooked-” He cuts off as the words start and he starts to sing along.
“God damn kind. You’re voice is angelic.” Tony says with a groan.
Peter blushes brightly again and looks down at the phone in his hand.
“Thank you Dr. Stark."
“Tony.”
“What?”
“My name is Tony.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“I get off at six. Wanna grab dinner?”
“That sounds like fun.”
“Great. I’ll see you there.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Can I make one more request?”
“Sure.” Peter says, stretching out and popping his joints.
“Sing me to sleep?”
Peter nearly dropped his phone. Tony Stark wanted him to sing him to sleep?!?
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s a weird request-”
“I’d love to sing you to sleep.” Peter smiles and makes his way back to his own bed. He thinks for a moment before starting to sing ‘A Lullaby for a Stormy Night’. It didn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep and Peter was out soon after.
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