There was nothing about this story I didn't love

This was epic. And awesome. And epicly awesome.

I loved the science you put into the ideas. And the obsession. And the preparation. Just all around a great read. It should have been longer.

*goes to look for more of your writing*

lol great story :p

jealous tony was awsome

MEEEP! So cute.

This. This story needs to be identified as something other than the word "story". This is a work of art worthy of Smithsonian, a natural wonder the likes of mega class x solar flares that could vaporize all the planest of the solar system at once.

I feel vaporized by this storm of probable tactile sensory devistation.

And I'm not even "into" slash between these two. Wasn't.

I think you ruined me.

I'll deal.

*sultry/debauched* Do it again.

You wrote the fic that has converted me to shipping Bruce and Tony. I had been a confirmed Tony and Steve for a while now, but you make this pairing look possible and awesome and very sexy to boot. Thank you for sharing this with us, your faithful readers.

The hug seals the deal! XD

One question: is Bruce still going to be a slut to all the others or is he going to stay with Tony? You didn't give any hint of an answer to that.

Good Gods. This was fantastic and overly hot.
The best Bruce x Tony I've read. D

This was so good! I got turned on and laughed at their banter. I thought you captured their personalities perfectly!

I've read this probably four times in a row now, and it just keeps being adorable and sexy. Thank you! Will there be any continuation? Favorite quotes:

Bruce doesn't take up too much space but is still hot as fuck in that naughty professor way, doesn't have the super-sized egos the rest of them trended to, goes to lengths to project calm and cool even when he isn't feeling it.

…

It's not like he really minds who Bruce sleeps with, or who sleeps with Bruce, or whatever, but there's such a thing as fair play and Tony isn't getting any. This he minds.

How come he gets to spend the most time with Bruce, more time than anyone else does, passing hours of sheer genius in the lab, then hours spent laughing and talking and drinking and theorizing and drinking and playing with gadgets and drinking, and he alone gets no fucking or hugging or anything except a new bestest bro? What he gets is Bruce leaving days spent attached at Tony's hip to be tumbled by someone else at night.

Tony Stark has a fined-tuned bullshit detector that requires no wires or batteries whatsoever and this has gotten to be bullshit in its highest and most supreme form, a unique form of bullshit rarely seen outside of legend.

…

Bruce has come bearing a nice bottle of barrel-aged whiskey, and he settles in as gently and unobtrusively as ever, pours himself a glass and asks Tony if he wants the same, or if he's in more of a bourbon sort of mood.

"I don't get it," says Tony.

He's still facing the glassed-off city. Quiet up here from the chaos of the streets. He doesn't have eyes in the back of his head without the suit on but he can still see Bruce's answering quirk of a smile, half-puzzled, half-amused. That's what his voice sounds like.

"What, whiskey and bourbon? I'm sure you built a still when you were ten. I did. You don't need me to describe the difference. I could break down their chemical differentials for you on an atomic level, though, if you like. It's actually quite fascinating how alike they-"

Tony turns around. "Jesus fuck, Banner," he says. It's the hottest thing anyone's ever said while pouring liquid into a glass.

…

There are screens enough in here to keep him happy but also floor-to-ceiling bookshelves packed with enough rare volumes to keep Bruce happy too. Tony always tells him that paper is so yesterday but Bruce is an unerring bookslut.

…

"Holy shit," says Bruce, sounding suitably impressed into swearing and also leaning closer to examine the technology, which is one of the reactions to things that prompts Tony to need to fuck him six ways from Sunday.

He lets Bruce bend to the screen, but swings around to stand with their bodies pressed tight as he does it, his chin hooked over Bruce's shoulder. The need to test his tech and fuck immediately wars with the need to preen and be praised for his obvious brilliance and foresight.

"Marvelous," murmurs Bruce, eyes scanning over the stats. Tony preens. "It's excellent work. You thought of everything."

"Mmm," Tony agrees. "Yeah. I kinda did. Also made up some new stuff. It's what I do."

…

"Also now I can ask you properly."

Bruce has reached over to catch the seam of Tony's t-shirt while he speaks, is urging it slowly up. "What's that?"

He's such a mixed pitch of innocence and perversity it's everything Tony can do not to throw them down where they stand. Can't do that when there are such better surfaces.

"To bed," says Tony. "To go to bed with me. Pretty please?"

The beatific grin Bruce flashes in response is added to the pantheon of Tony's favorites, and then Tony lets Bruce tug his t-shirt up and away. Bruce looks exceedingly pleased that Tony remembered to ask, and to have gotten one of his prized Rage Against the Machine tour shirts in hand.

…

He's teasing and teasing Bruce's cock too close to the edge already - this all-over body monitoring tech is pretty great for bed, monstering-out notwithstanding. Tony should have built it years ago.

The gorgeous scrolling screen of stats is practically a guide to how turned on they are, which is a lot. Measurable, now, boldly numeric.

…

Tony delights in blowing Bruce to within an inch of his life for the sake of science. Bruce writhes to the beat of his expert ministrations, and Tony can feel how his pulse leaps under his tongue and see it elevate on-screen, but Bruce's Hulk monitor hasn't stirred.

Once they know Bruce can handle quite a range without detrimental side-effects Tony resettles over him. Starts to work wet fingers into Bruce while his face watches Bruce's face watching him do it.

He's so fucking tight, so achingly tight, it's tricky to even know how to start, and Tony's an old hand at this. He looks from his hand to Bruce's strained and straining expression, to the bob of Bruce's Adam's apple when he swallows once, twice, then does some sort of yoga move and lets out a breath and relaxes all over. Air hisses out through Bruce's teeth, and Tony's fingers go a little deeper.

Tony says, "How?"

He saw it, he watched it himself too many times, he saw all the footage of Bruce being taken inside by varied Avengers. Bruce can't seem to make his features settle between a gasp and a smirk. "I told you. It was different with them. I didn't-"

"They didn't fuck you," Tony says, pondering the unexpected exquisite depths of the idea as his fingers crook to make Bruce's sound decidedly a gasp. He thinks about it some more. "You did them?" He's impressed. It's impressive.

His brain catches a moment. "Even Thor?"

Bruce lies quietly, letting that pass, lets his hips shift up from the bed with Tony's rhythm. Lies modestly, like he doesn't kiss and tell. Then, deliciously, he doesn't sound modest at all. "Would you shut up and fuck me already, Stark?" he says.

It's not an unreasonable demand, and after voicing it Bruce follows up with, "My god, I've been wanting to say that since the day we met."

Tony likes this development, makes Bruce all the more ready with trickily smart fingers. "Say that again."

Bruce could say which part but he knows so what he says is, "We should have been fucking since the day we met."

Tony groans in the process of slicking up his own cock, especially when Bruce's hand joins him at it. "Amen," he manages. It's the simple truth. They'd been eye-screwing on a daily basis since the moment of introduction but that had never produced quite the desired result until now.

…

Bruce smiles, the crinkly best kind that reaches his eyes. "You feel better. Don't stop."

"Oh, I'm not even warmed up," Tony assures. And he may he an overconfident dick but he has also more than earned the right to some overconfident dickery. There are many things he excelled at in life - an abundance, really, truly an embarrassment of riches and actual riches - but Tony Stark has excelled at sex since the first time he'd tried it and has pursued that course in life along with his other significant accomplishments.

…

Tony squints at the time on the screen. "So, by my calculations we have about one point three hours, give or take, until next time. Let's grab a quick bite to eat because we're neither of us as young as we once were even if we are enviably spry."

Bruce looks amused. "How do you figure?" He scrubs a hand through his hair, which is completely unruly, pornographically so, and then he hooks his glasses back on, so Tony revises.

"Okay, sixty minutes flat until we're fucking again. I'm using a complex formula that takes into account my hunger level, biological processes and the floating probability of whether I'll be able to make it through the meal without tearing your clothes back off."

…

"Really, it's the nicest friendship bracelet I've ever gotten."

"I wove it for days and days," says Tony, droll and beaming.

Omg, this fic is epic! Stark being jealous, they having that need level of sexual tension, the room especially prepared, Bruce topping everyone, even thor (although I dislike how slutty he is) and the end was so adorable and aww! Loved it!

my feels right now. completely nonexistent. I can't. this was perfection. flawless, beautiful, uninhibited perfection. ooh, the things I would do to Robert and Mark... I love semislutty!Bruce and Tony just creeping with his techy stuff and then the two of them getting together. this was a perfect mix of feels and cuteness and sex. and I love how Tony couldn't forget the hug. :) I want full detailed fics of Clint/Bruce/Natasha and Bruce/Thor lol.

awwwwwwwwwww, somehow cute AND hot as fuck. great job!