Well, this is my first Avengers fanfiction and also my first english fanfiction since it's not my first language so I got two excuses if you think the story sucks. I've been geatly helped by the lovely DeanHeartsCas, who corrected my mistakes and added some things here and there, I can never thank him enough and he has lovely stories you definitly want to read.

I'm also helped by loopyloo2610 who Beta read my fic too :)

Make sure to tell me what you think about it! I like to get feedbacks, it's how I know if I'm doing a good job and if you don't like it, know what I did wrong and keep it in mind for next time.

The story takes place some months after the movie and ah, just forget about Pepper existance or relationship with Tony. I hope I'm not doing too much OOC.

Also, I'm gonna die because people are waiting since months for me to continue on my other stories... I'm so screwed.

And that's it. Hope you'll enjoy it!

oOo

It was just the beginning of those nights when he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Steve decided to scratch in a new sketchbook for a few hours. The night was young and surely, by sunrise, he would have already filled it. All of the Avengers had plans of their own this night. Since he didn't sleep much – well after seventy years of sleep you don't need much for some time – he was surely going to stay up in the Stark Mansion, where they all lived now, all by himself. As he started drawing, he suddenly heard the claps of leather shoes on the floor getting closer.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

He lifted his eyes to meet Tony's; whom he could see he was on his way out.

"Well I am... drawing. Why?"

"Thought everybody was out tonight."

"Obviously not me."

Steve looked back to the drawing he was making without really thinking what he was doing. Tony didn't move, he probably stared at him and it made Steve shift slightly. He didn't like to be stared at.

"Well... wanna hang out with me?"

Once again Steve lifted his eyes to meet Tony's, frowning slightly in surprise but keeping silent.

"Oh come on Cap, just because we have words sometimes doesn't mean that I don't like you or that we can't get along or that I would refuse to take you out. You were in some big ice cube for seventy years, you can't just sit there every night drawing or doing whatever. Go out a little, see how the world changed instead of staying locked up in here reading newspapers and asking what is different from before."

Tony continued to stare at him, obviously getting more and more annoyed the longer Steve ignored him. Then he finally let out an exasperated sigh.

"Come on! Lift your ass from the couch and get going!"

Steve blinked for a couple of seconds until he heard a louder "come on!" He sat up and realizing that Tony wouldn't leave him alone, stood up, closing his sketchpad before setting his stools down on the table and headed to his room.

"Where are you going again?"

Steve turned around to give Tony one these innocent, clueless look he was a master in.

"I was going to get dressed...?"

Tony grinned, barely holding back a laugh.

"For nowadays standards, you are considered dressed up. Look at me."

Steve did look at Tony, taking in his full attire. He was wearing a burgundy shirt, black pants and black leather shoes; simple but elegant. Steve himself was wearing a plaid orange, red, white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, over a white t-shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers.

"You're okay Steve, just come; don't make me build a Captain America tug."

Steve chuckled while finally agreeing to follow Tony to his workshop, knowing that the other man had a much better idea of modern fashion than he did. In between the cars, Tony turned around, clapping his hands together whilst looking at Steve who stood still in the middle of the workshop.

"So? What car are we taking? The Audi? Oh no wait, not the Audi, that's real, you have a thing against German people."

Steve let out another of those exasperated sighs, the ones that had become all too commonplace living with Tony Stark, whilst rolling his eyes.

"I don't have a thing about German people; I have a thing against Nazis."

"So let's take the Audi... but I see you're completely lusting over my Ferrari as if you wanna rape it, which is creepy by the way, but who cares let's take it. Keys are behind you big guy."

Steve jumped slightly and blushed a little to find himself caught eyeing Tony's black Ferrari, his eyes having wandered over that beautiful car more than once. He didn't answer and turned around to take the keys off the panel where he kept all of them before walking up to Tony to give them to him. Of course Tony was driving and Steve was sitting next to him. They stayed silent for a time; one of the reasons was that Steve was pushing back in his seat, hands gripping the leather because of Tony's driving speed. The billionaire next to him was smiling, enjoying both his ride and Steve's pale face.

"Relax big guy, I know what I'm doing."

"Yeah... of course... so... where are we going...?"

"A nice little club I know well. Guess they'll be happy to meet the famous Captain America. You're gonna steal my crowd man."

Steve chuckled at Tony's fake sulking face. The car suddenly stopped in front of the club, jerking to halt and making Steve tense up. Tony grinned at him before switching the engine off and climbing out the car with Steve following suit. There was a huge queue leading from the entrance right down the street but Tony ignored this, strutting straight through the front door with Steve following behind, a little uncomfortable. He had gone to pubs in the forties but this was totally different. The city was huge, bright and this club was crowded and the music a little too loud for him. At least there was ambiance light, and not these laser light in between the dark like these clubs he caught a glimpse on TV. This looked more like a private club and it wasn't that big. Still, there were a lot more people than he felt comfortable with. He saw Tony saying brief hellos to some people, waving at others, before guiding him to the bar which was much calmer and the music less loud than in the other parts of the club. The bartender came directly to them.

"Hey, if it's not Iron Man!"

"Hey Jerry, I bring a friend this time: Steve Rogers."

"Captain America! That's a pleasure to meet you!" He said taking a firm hold of Steve's hand and shaking it for several seconds.

"Just for that, I'll let you guys drink what you want. Just make sure Tony doesn't empty my stock entirely!"

"Shut up and bring me a whiskey. Cap, what do you want?"

"Well I don't..."

"Oh, you have to, no you need to taste their Mojito – they do the best Mojito in town. Jerry, bring him a Mojito. And bring me one too; it's to follow my whiskey."

Steve stood in shock for a couple of seconds, taken aback at the way Tony just cut him off.

"I was gonna say I didn't know what to take but... thanks."

"I saw on your face what you was gonna say, I'm even sure you would have taken something without any alcohol in it."

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling and shaking his head slightly.

"I just don't see the point in drinking some stuff that will taste horrible and burn my throat and not bring me anything."

Their glasses were now in front of them. Tony drank his in one gulp before turning back to Steve and replying.

"It can make you drunk."

"I can't get drunk."

Tony rose an eyebrow, a little smirk playing across his lips.

"The serum. Since it was injected in my body I can't get drunk."

"Oh man... that's some sad story."

"I wasn't used to getting drunk back then anyway so I don't really miss it, but I remember it was funny, these weird things we were doing when we were tipsy. But you might want to slow your rhythm. We've been here for less than five minutes you know and you're already sipping your second glass. Didn't you ever think to stop drinking or at least slow down a little?"

"Ouch. That's a sensitive spot, please; as you said we've only been here for a couple of minutes, don't ruin the fun by pushing on these buttons. And for your information, humans have been drinking alcohol for more than five thousand years. Alcohol is humanity's oldest friend. Would you give up on an old friend?"

Steve chuckled at these last words and took his drink, raising it in a toast.

"To humanity's oldest friend."

Tony softly clinked his glass against Steve's one, pushing him to drink. Tony was right; the taste of the cocktail was nice. They started to talk a little about everything. Tony was mostly talking about his inventions, engineering and how much he hated his robot Dumby, who never missed a chance to do something stupid. He'd threaten the machine with a trip to the scrap yard but didn't have the heart for it and besides it made his work a little more fun. Steve talked about his past in Brooklyn, careful to never mention Tony's father name, he told him how his friend Bucky was always there to save him when he was beaten senseless by some guys. That one made Tony laugh way too hard that it almost hurt Steve, but he did laugh too. After all that was a pretty funny thing to picture and Tony had forgotten that before Captain America Steve was a little shrimp. It was hard to imagine, he would have loved to see a picture. He would be searching for one. Drinking slowed down by talking and time passed. Soon they'd been at the club for a little over two hours and surprisingly it was only Tony's fifth glass.

"And how was it with your relationships? I'm curious."

Steve stayed silent for some seconds, he was a little... not shy, another word, reserved on this subject and Tony asking him questions made him a little uncomfortable.

Tony saw that Steve was trying to lie to himself because he didn't dare to look him in the eyes and his cheekbones were pinkish. Tony barely held back a laugh so as to not hurt Steve feelings. He was completely aware of how clueless and innocent this guy could be. A complete paradox to his look.

"Well, I got kissed by two girls..."

That was too much; Tony just couldn't hold his laughter in any longer. He felt so sorry... in fact no he didn't. He had to control over himself because then Steve brought out that puppy eyed hurt face and it made Tony almost lose it again.

"You can't be for real..."

"I tell you! There's this... secretary that just... literally jumped on me. I was almost scared and Peggy who also pulled me into a kiss before an accident... what is it with girls? Do they always pull on your collar, tie or shirt to kiss? That's rude, it feels like strangling."

Tony howled with laughter in front of poor Steve who tried to save himself but only dug further down. Tony was really starting to really feel sorry for him. But the idea of Captain America being molested by women and frightened about it was just too much.

"It's not funny!"

Steve had still these sad puppy eyes; he was clearly embarrassed, since he was red to his shoulders and tried to feel mad against Tony.

"I am... I am so sorry Steve... but the way you said it and the images it gave me, I just lost it. Although some of the blame has to be put on the alcohol too."

But Tony was lying, he wasn't drunk, he wasn't even starting to feel tipsy, his body was too trained for that. Then something hit Tony pretty hard.

"Wait... does that mean you're a virgin?"

Steve didn't answer, but his silence, the deep red colour of his cheeks, nose and ears, the way he was playing with the straw in his drink to avoid the question spoke louder and meant much more than a thousand words.

"Oh... well... I didn't expect that..."

Steve shut his eyes for some seconds, deepening the red of his skin. He felt like it was about to take fire. At this point he really wished he could get drunk.

"Listen, it's not like it is a sickness or anything unnatural it's just... unexpected. A big guy like you, butch and muscular, should have anyone he wants. Why some girl hasn't snapped you up I don't know."

Steve dared to look at Tony. He wasn't laughing at him or making fun, it seemed he was more surprised than anything else. After all, he knew that Tony flirted as commonly as he breathed so the compliments were almost a reflex.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"Not making fun of me."

Tony grinned and let out a muffled laugh.

"Look, just because I flirt with everyone and have bedded more people than anyone can remember does not mean that I think anyone who is, less experienced shall we say, is worthless or there to make fun of. I just didn't expect you to be a virgin. Considering you're over 90 years old, I mean sure you spent 70 of those years in a giant ice cube, and before the serum you weren't that appealing you said, and yeah I guess the war kept you quite busy. That's understandable somewhat. But it's been months since we defrosted you, I thought you would have had some fun."

"I don't meet many people... in fact all I know are the ones I work with. I've never been too comfortable with people and it's not because the serum changed my body that it also changed my mind. It didn't change who I was. The doc would have been proud of me for that I think. It was his wish."

"I don't think that meant he wished for you to wait a century to bed someone."

This time it was Steve's turn to laugh loudly at the deadpan tone in Tony's voice.

"Yeah if you look at it that way..."

"If there is a place like Heaven then I'm sure he's looking down at you wondering what the Hell you're waiting for. Hey, listen."

Steve felt Tony's warm hand against his forearm in a soft pressure as he leant slightly in to his face, making Steve blink. This sudden soft grip made his heart race for some reason, one he couldn't figure out. But he found himself a not too convincing excuse pretty fast; which was that he kind of never had skin-to-skin contact with anyone except shaking hands.

"I promise you, I'll find you a teacher."

Then the gentle but firm grip was gone. For a couple of seconds Steve wondered what he meant. His heart sped up and the expression, along with the colour of his face changed in an instant as he understood.

"What?"

"What, what? You need to learn so you'll be ready when you want to be with somebody and also have some fun! Have you ever pleasured yourself?"

Steve's jaw dropped open.

"What... I... We're in public! I'm not gonna gratify that with an answer!"

"Ok, so you have and just to let you know; it's much,much better when someone does this and more for you."

Steve just ignored what Tony said, trying to calm his heart which was pounding against his ribcage, that blush was again creeping up his neck.

"I... I don't want to do such kind of things if it is meaningless."

"After the fiftieth, you'll not care anymore."

Steve's heart rate sped up again as the blush reached his ears.

"I'm not like you Tony!"

Tony held his hands up to calm Steve down.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

There was another awkward silence as Steve tried to empty his head of Tony's words.

"So let's get straight to the point: are you straight, gay, bi?"

Steve almost fell from his chair.

"Tony!"

"What? I just wanna know. You like women? Men? Both?"

"I am not answering that Tony."

"Ok, ok."

Steve started playing with the straw of his drink, moving the mint leaves to once again empty his head, slow his heart down and make that embarrassing burn in his cheeks go away. But that wasn't easy when you had Tony Stark, head supported by his hand, staring directly at your face and slowly drinking his glass, surely about to open his mouth for another inappropriate question while you were trying to avoid any eye contact with him. Steve shifted again; the feeling of Tony's eyes looking at him stressed him out.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"Staring at me like that! I don't like when people stare at me."

Steve realized soon enough that saying this was the worst thing he could do. Tony stepped off his stool, grabbed a hold of it and dragged it a foot closer and continued to stare at Steve. He turned his face to see his and placed a hand flat on Tony's face to push him in a playful yet firm manner.

"Don't you have other people to talk to?"

"I came here with you, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't mind if you left me for five minutes. I didn't push on your sensitive topics, don't push on mine."

Tony lifted his hands in surrender, smiling at Steve before turning to tap on the shoulder of the woman next to him whom he began to talk to. Steve noticed that Tony forgot his drink. In a childish vengeance, to make them even and because he thought Tony had drank too much, he grabbed the glass and drained it, patiently waiting for Tony to find out. When Tony turned around to take a sip of his drink, the way he frowned and looked at his glass made Steve chuckle, which also made Tony notice him.

"Heeey! You drank it up! You drunkard!"

Steve laughed as he patted Tony's back.

"I'm sorry; I'll find a way to be forgiven."

"But do you know how to be forgiven?" As Tony raised an eyebrow and grinned, Steve frowned in a cluelessness that made Tony laugh and shake his head. "I'll be choosing the pledge."

"Pledge? Like walking on my hands or something?"

Tony's eyes widened in surprise. There was no way this guy was for real. He couldn't be that innocent.

"Yes... yes Steve... like walking on your hands or something."

He said that, patting Steve's shoulder.

"I might be clueless sometimes, but I know how to recognize when someone's talking to me as if I was a retard."

That, added to the fake sulking face Steve gave him made Tony lose it again.

"So, what pledge?" Steve heard a low laugh escaping Tony's grin and his eyes meeting his. "What pledge?"

"Don't be so eager man; I didn't even have time to think about it! Just finish your drink and take another, I'll tell you after. For now, I have to see a guy I know, I'll be right back."

Tony stood up and headed off; working the crowd in a way that was completely natural before stopping to talk to a man Steve didn't know further on down the bar. Because he was curious to see what pledge Tony could give him and also because he wanted to challenge him, he drank up the rest of his drink and the next one in barely five big gulps. He stood up and made his way to the other man, dodging people who wanted him to stop and talk or dance. He tapped one finger on Tony's shoulder. When Tony turned around he wriggled the empty glass in his face. Once again Tony's eyes widened as he grinned.

"You're a drunkard Steve, you're a drunkard."

"I told you I can't get drunk. So, my pledge?"

"I told you to give me some time, don't be so eager man! You drank one and a half glass in not even two minutes! Let me think, I'll tell you back home. By the way, say hello to Lee, he's a Japanese restaurant owner, I'm ordering some lunch for tomorrow, you wanna come?"

Steve didn't expect Tony to invite him to lunch, the invitation coming out the blue, which made him hesitate for a couple of seconds before answering.

"Huh, ok."

"Add another plate then."

Steve turned back to go but he saw that his seat was taken. He turned back to pat Tony's shoulder, making puppy eyes again as he turned his head.

"Somebody stole my chair."

Tony nearly lost it again.

"Oh wow Steve. That's so sad I forgot to cry... what the Hell do you want me to do about it?"

Tony turned back to talk to Lee while Steve stayed silent, a little hurt by the mockery but knowing it was the way Tony was with everyone.

"Move."

Tony stiffened, and then slowly turned completely around to face Steve and articulate each of his following words.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Move."

"What?"

"I said move. I'm taking your seat."

Tony's eyes widened, his eyebrows raised as his jaw dropped.

"And you say alcohol has no effect on you? There's no way I'm moving!"

"If you don't give it, I'll steal it."

Tony's eyes widened again as he burst out in laughter. Steve just told him this with a soft voice without any hint of threat, a little smile and his eyes sparkling with the malice of a child. That was just the cutest threat ever.

"I dare you. I double dare you."

Steve's eyes were now half closed as his smile widened, like a child about to do some foolishness like stealing a cookie from the cookie jar without telling his mommy. He started to push Tony, who stuck and gripped himself to the bar so he could not be completely pushed away by Steve who was now half sitting on the chair and still battling with him, both were laughing at the complete immaturity of their battle.

"There's no way you're gonna get this chair!"

"Come on, give it to me!"

"Get the fuck off! You'll crack my ribs if you continue to push me! That's not a fair battle! You're filled with superhero steroids!"

"I'll break you in half if it's what it takes, that's my chair!"

"It was mine before, go away!"

The battle went on for about a minute, Steve and Tony were both giggling. They suddenly stopped when they saw the flash and heard the noise of a camera. That was Lee laughing and taking a picture of the two immature superheroes battling for a bar chair.

"That is gold. That is gold, it's gonna be on the internet within seconds."

"Lee, if you do that, tomorrow I'll show up in the War Machine armour and annihilate your restaurant!"

"If that's what it takes! It's too good to keep it for myself, really, look at yourselves!"

As he said this, Lee showed them picture he had taken. The worst thing, and they would never admit it even under torture, was that the picture was pretty nice in fact. He'd captured them just as they'd glanced at each, big grins on both their faces as their one body pushed against the other.

"Don't worry Tony; I am sure that this is one of the few pictures of you with someone that will not end up in the scandal press."

"If it does, know that your death will be slow and painful. Steve, you hold him down whilst I beat him to death?"

"Deal."

"Now let's do ahead count: you have a super soldier and me against you, how about that?"

"I have an army of chiefs really good with their knives."

"I have a Hulk. We get along so I'm pretty sure I can get him involved... and Steve for fuck sake stop trying to push me off the fucking chair! Or I'll find an electric stick big enough to get him mad and set him after you too!"

Steve finally stopped his attempts to push Tony off the chair. So they were now sharing it.

"Man, now I'm hungry. I skipped diner and I didn't plan to get involved in the third world war for a chair with Captain America. It drains even more energy than I thought and if I order here it'll just take forever. Let's go home."

Tony grabbed his glass, took a sip, gave it to Steve who took a sip too and made a move to give it back.

"Just finish it."

Steve drank it up once again, taking pretty big gulps before giving the empty glass to Tony, who stared at him mouth half open.

"Drunkard."

"Says Tony Stark."

"Fuck you."

Both got up and once again fought their way through the crowd before finally breaking out of the club and into the cool fresh air. They back headed to the car, bickering as usual.

"That was a terrible idea to take you out. You stole my drinks, you stole my chairs."

"These were free drinks."

"My free drinks!"

"Which you had because I followed you."

There was a little silence before Tony could find another argument to have the last word.

"I don't care, free drinks or not! I'm a billionaire!"

Steve laughed. That one had to be the lamest come back Tony had.

"No, really, no joke, that was nice, I had fun."

"Me too."

They shared a look and a smile before entering the car. When they were both in Tony started the engine up, surprisingly sober and ready to drive. As they started the journey home he decided to have his vengeance and poke at the weak point of Steve.

"So, you still didn't answer. Girls, guys, both?"

Steve passed a hand over his face, laughing slightly but still embarrassed.

"Oh Tony, for Christ sake!"

"Come on! I'll not tell anyone."

Since the ambiance was lighter, even though there was a silence, Steve smiled slightly while he was thinking.

"In fact, I don't really know."

"You don't know?"

"Yeah, I mean... I liked Peggy a lot, but that doesn't mean it would have worked. We didn't even have the occasion to go on a date. Maybe she liked me only because my body changed, maybe she liked me before, I'll never know all of that. Girls were not interested in me, I didn't talk much to them and I think I never really fell in love. Had a crush maybe, but I never had the time to fall in love with a woman."

"What about guys?"

"I never really thought of it. I don't think any guy was interested either. You know it was very taboo at that time, even considered as a sickness. In the army it was the law of don't ask, don't tell but I was aware there were some gay men there. I knew some. It never bothered me, I don't know, it's not because they like guys that they will have an interest in me, be depraved or effeminate. I knew gay guys much more manly than I look now and they were very good and professional soldiers."

Tony laughed and Steve turned his head to see him.

"What?"

"You're giving me your opinion about gay guys, not answering the question."

Steve fell silent one more time before talking again.

"Maybe both."

"I am listening."

"Well, there was this time when I was a teenager. I thought I was in love with my best friend, Bucky because I really loved to have him around. He was nice to me and I felt good anytime he was near. I talked to him and he just said I might be mistaken since I didn't really have any friends. I was just enjoying having him around. He said that friendship was a kind of love but I was mistaking it for romantic love."

"Hm. I see. Here is a test: did you ever think about kissing him?"

"As I told you I thought I was in love so, yeah."

"Ok, a little harder, did you ever thought about having sex with him?"

"My God, you can't just say such things!"

"Quit bitching and answer!"

There was another silence. Tony turned his head from the road to see Steve blushing, confused.

"I... don't know how..."

"Ok I see... that makes it a little more difficult. Ok, did the thought of him give you a boner?"

"Tony!"

"What?" Steve didn't reply. "So? Did thinking about him give you a boner?" Tony repeated.

Steve felt his heart pulsing and his stomach twitching as he blushed. That was very embarrassing and that heat was once more rising up his neck but he knew that Tony wouldn't give up and for now he was trapped within the confines of the car.

"Yes it did."

"You see, it wasn't so hard. Did it continue after he explained to you all that bullshit?"

"Tony!"

"Just answer!"

Another brief silence.

"Yes."

"Okay. Same questions but now think about the girl, Peggy was it?"

Steve sighed.

"Yes."

"There we are. So, from what I think and I am rarely wrong – no wait, I'm never wrong, you're bi."

"Thanks doctor, very useful..."

"You bet. You're lucky; you have two times more choice!"

Steve couldn't hold back an embarrassed chuckle.

"You don't stop asking questions but what about you?"

"That, mister Rogers, is a secret."

"That's not fair!"

"Did I ever say I was? That's my revenge, this chair war wasn't fair too, you muscle man, and look, we're home."

Tony drove down to his garage before they both climbed out of the car. Tony headed up the stairs quickly followed by Steve. Tony went directly to the fridge, taking out the first things that he could grab. There was a bowl of mashed potatoes, one of pasta and a bottle of spice.

"You're not gonna eat that..."

"Why? I've had worse."

Tony sat down, mixing the three containers into one. He grabbed a fork and started to eat. Steve, now sitting in front of him and grimacing, had trouble believing what he was seeing. He smiled as he saw Tony giving a hiccup.

"Oh dammit... it's the spice, I always-"hic"-have it when I-"hic"-eat too much at once and-"hic "-oh dammit, my lips burn like hell!"

The picture of Tony having a hiccup, swearing each time, while trying to fill his stomach as fast as possible was one of the cutest Steve's seen. He didn't know why, it just looked adorable. In less than two minutes his "plate" was empty and he went back to the fridge, coming back with a bottle of water.

Hic, "How do we do that? I drink while I-"hic"-pinch my nose?" Hic "Oh whatever-"hic"Dammit!"

"Well, obviously, swearing won't make it go away." Steve laughed.

Tony gave him a murderous glare as did as he said. He raised an eyebrow for some seconds, waiting for another hic, but it didn't come.

"Magic, it disappeared."

Both stayed sitting down for some time, Steve just didn't know what to say while Tony was waiting for his lips to stop burning him.

"By the way, I was right when I said you would be stealing my crowd."

"It wasn't my intention, Mister Stark. But why do you say that now?"

"That girl I was talking to. She was just eyeing you, talking about you and asked if she could get your number and maybe find out where you lived."

Steve stayed silent. He frowned, not really understanding, not even sure what girl Tony was talking about.

"Why?"

"What, you don't know why?"

"Uh... no."

Tony got up, grinning as he chuckled to himself for a second. Steve looked up at his face while he was walking toward him.

"You really don't know why?"

Steve swallowed hard as Tony walked past him.

"No..."

Steve almost jumped when he felt Tony's hands on his shoulders, massaging them gently. He felt like his heart was in his throat. The skin of his face down to his shoulders started burning him.

"Don't be such a prude."

He felt his heart stop when Tony's breath ghosted across the skin of his neck for a second before his lips touched him. He felt his body shivering as another kiss was placed on his upper neck then on his jaw line. His heart was pounding in his chest; he could feel it powerfully hitting his ribcage, a dull thud in his ears. Without even thinking about it, without thinking about anything in fact, his brain was empty, he turned his head as Tony reached his lips for a soft and chaste kiss. His lips parted slightly and he felt just the tip of a tongue meet the tip of his. They barely touched and it was only their tip meeting and tasting, as if they were taming each other. Tony imposed a slow and soft rhythm.

Steve's brain shut down. All he could do was feel. The softness of those lips, of that tongue; Tony's beard against his skin felt very weird, but also impressively nice. When Tony pulled away, Steve, eyes still closed, followed his lips as they left his. He was confused for many reasons. His brain still trying to come back to reality. He was completely lost, wondering why Tony kissed him and if anyone asked him how Tony Stark kissed, he would have never imagined he was this soft and slow. Suddenly he understood how Tony managed to have anybody he wanted. He was still unable to think straight when Tony grabbed his hand and made him stand, his strong hand coming to rest at the bottom of Steve's back as he guided him through the house. Steve felt like reality slapped him in the face for a second when he heard Tony talk to him.

"You're a tough looking man, I could be rough. But I don't want to be like that with you. At least not right now."

Steve felt his face burn and his stomach twist; his mouth dry and his throat tight. These last words made his blood give up on his brain and rush to his lower abdomen. Tony still held his hand, but he wasn't even pushing hard on him, he was simply guiding him. Steve was the one in front, he was the one dragging. He was really starting to wonder how they got into this, what Tony did to make him agree to do what he wanted. They were only a couple of footsteps away from Tony's room when he spoke again.

"Here you have your answer, your teacher and your pledge is to make me dream."