A/N: Sorry for the delay, guys. I've had a busy few weeks at work and it's been frustrating because I want to write and I've been getting nothing done. But, oh, look, this is finally done!

Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Steve or Tony or I wouldn't make them so awkwardsauce. And yes, I'm so dorky that I say awkwardsauce. Ahhhh yes.

For the next few days, Tony watched Steve carefully. He had been spending so much time working that he had been totally oblivious to how sexually frustrated Steve was getting. Steve stared at him all the time, at his mouth mostly. And when Steve caught him watching, he averted his gaze and mumbled some excuse to leave the room.

Frankly, it was adorable. The most adorable thing Tony had ever seen.

And then there was the hungry way Steve looked at him while he was eating. The naked desire on Steve's face just did things to Tony. Because Steve really, really wanted to jump him (yay) but was far too well-mannered to do such a thing (not yay). Not even with all the carrots and bananas and ice cream Natasha had been shoving at Tony. The woman was good, Tony admitted. She knew exactly what would set Steve off and she had been pushing Steve's buttons for so long that he was due to crack any day now, morality be damned.

Tony didn't want to wait that long. He wanted Steve like yesterday. But first, he had to come up with a plan.

At four a.m. the next morning, Tony headed down to the kitchen. He waited anxiously until Jarvis announced that Steve had left his bedroom and was heading down to the kitchen for a pre-run breakfast. Perfect. Tony grabbed a Magnum ice cream bar out of the freezer and settled himself onto the kitchen counter. With a little luck, he would finish unwrapping it right as Steve walked in.

5...4...3...2...1

Right on cue, Steve entered the kitchen and came to a halt, seeing Tony sitting on the edge of the counter. "Uhhh," he said.

Tony shrugged and swung his feet absently. "Felt like being a little kid this morning. I mean, who doesn't love ice cream for breakfast?"

A little of the tension drained out of Steve's shoulders and he laughed nervously. "Sure. Why not?"

Tony licked at the ice cream with an air of casual disinterest. "These aren't bad," he said. "But they're not really designed properly."

"It's ice cream," Steve said. He stared steadily at the far wall, although his gaze kept flicking back to Tony and then immediately skittering away again. "Ice cream doesn't need much design."

"Wrong," Tony said. "See this?" He held out the ice cream towards Steve, who actually looked at the ice cream for more than a second, probably considering it safer than looking at Tony. Oh, how wrong he was going to be.

"You see that little hole in the chocolate coating at the top?" Tony asked.

"I don't see how that matters."

"I could suck all the cream out from the middle," Tony said.

Steve made a strangled noise.

Tony stuck the ice cream back in his mouth, sucking up as much of the melted vanilla ice cream as he could through the little hole.

And oh, Steve's face was glorious. Desperate eagerness fighting against abject horror.

"Like what you see?" Tony asked.

Steve opened his mouth and then closed it again. His whole face was dusky pink and the flush spread all the way down to his collarbone. If Tony had been an artist, he was sure he would paint everything in that particular shade of pink. It looked so good on Steve.

"You, uh, you have, uh..." Steve swallowed and trailed off.

"White stuff all over my face?" Tony offered helpfully.

Steve nodded, his face tight.

"If you're planning on jumping me, this is your chance."

Steve took a step backwards, his eyes wide with horror. "Tony, I would never-"

"Oh, of course not. Captain America is an innocent little boyscout. Thinking about sex would be bad for his image."

Steve took another few steps backwards as Tony advanced on him.

"Tony, please, I'm not-"

Steve stumbled back against the table. Perfect. Tony hopped onto Steve's lap and straddled his hips.

"Tony!" Steve said, eyes wide with surprise.

"There we go," Tony said. He shifted a little, grinning as Steve's blush darkened. "This is nice, isn't it?"

"Tony," Steve whimpered. "You can't, you wouldn't..."

"I would," Tony said. "You think I'd sit my ass down in your lap to tell you no? Come on. You've been wanting this all week. All you had to do was ask."

Steve groaned. "Like I could really ask you to debase yourself like they do in Clint's porno-"

"Hey, no. I like all kinds of sex and I refuse to be ashamed of that. So, if you want me sucking your cock, all you have to do is say the magic words."

"Please?"

"Blowjob," Tony supplied helpfully. "Gotta be specific, Cap."

Steve sighed and averted his eyes. "Please stop teasing me and just suck me off."

"That's my boy," Tony said. "I thought you would never ask."

He slid his palm over Steve's groin. His dick was probably going to be the biggest Tony had ever put in his mouth. Probably. Tony had put plenty of things in his mouth over the years, most of them very regrettable. But, hey, at least he didn't have a gag reflex anymore.

Now that he was sure Steve wasn't going to immediately take off running, he hopped off Steve's lap and knelt down on the floor.

Steve's hands clenched around the table. "Should we really be doing this here?" he asked worriedly. "What if someone walks in?"

"Nobody's going to be up for another few hours," Tony assured him.

Well, Natasha might be. But if she was even half the super spy Tony knew she was, she'd know what was happening and stay far away from the kitchen until they were done.

Tony undid Steve's belt and tugged his pants down a little. The way Steve was sitting didn't help much. He was far too tense and rigid, holding on to the table for dear life.

"Relax," Tony said. "I'm not going to bite you. Unless you're into that sort of thing."

Steve shook his head.

Tony trailed a finger over the waistband of Steve's underwear and then slipped his hand under the fabric.

Steve exhaled noisily and shifted his legs farther apart. Much better. Tony could work with this.

He peeled Steve's underwear down past his thighs and gently squeezed his flesh. "Relax," he reminded Steve. "I'll do all the work."

He started with a slow lick and watched as Steve's muscles spasmed, hands twitching against the table.

"Doing good, baby," Tony said. "Doing real good. Just like that."

He wrapped one hand around the base of Steve's cock and placed the other on his thigh to steady himself. After one quick pump, he took Steve into his mouth.

Steve whimpered, but it was quiet, carefully contained. God, Steve had so much self-control. Tony didn't even have to hold his hips down. That was nice for a change.

He hummed happily and hollowed his cheeks as he sucked with earnest.

Steve's eyes were squeezed shut and he was biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. Tony loved having this kind of power. He could take Steve so deep, wring all those beautiful stifled moans out of him.

"Tony," Steve said urgently. "Tony, I'm going to...you shouldn't..."

Tony stayed right where he was, kneading and sucking as Steve shuddered and went limp.

Tony sat back on his heels and savored the salty tang of Steve's semen. He liked a lot of sweets. Where would he be without sugar and caffeine? But he could also appreciate other flavors. Steve's in particular. He was definitely going to have to do this again.

He swallowed and reached for a grease rag to wipe his hands off.

Steve's hands were shaking so badly he could barely pull his pants back up. "Tony, that was amazing," he said in an awed voice.

Tony sat down next to Steve and helped him finish buttoning his jeans."First time?" he asked.

"Not exactly," Steve said. "During the war, we didn't have women to keep us company most of the time and Bucky got to missing them pretty bad." He smiled sheepishly. "It was just helping out a friend from time to time. Just a thing a lot of guys did."

"Handjobs," Tony guessed.

Steve nodded.

"Right. Because touching another man's junk is somehow not gay at all. But putting it in your mouth? Definitely gay."

Steve shrugged. "It's just the way things were. Times sure are different now. It's not just about blowing off steam. You're actually allowed to like this sort of thing." And he looked at Tony with hopeful shyness.

Goddamn adorable.

Tony grinned. "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun corrupting you."

"Oral sex in the kitchen? I think you already have."

"No, no, no," Tony said. "That was nothing. I mean, I haven't even let you fuck me yet."

Steve's eyes darkened with lust at a speed that sent shivers of desire down Tony's spine. Oh, he was never going to get tired of that face. Never.

"I like sucking dick as much as the next guy," Tony said with forced casualness. "But what about my needs?"

Steve leaned closer. "Why, Tony," he said in a husky voice. "All you had to do was ask."