State of Confusion

Tony sat at his work bench while one hand scrolled through output numbers from his laptop and his other hand lazily worked his hardened member under the table. His left hand was buried deep within the confines of his athletic pants languidly offering a slow twisting-pull motion to the aroused organ. It wasn't unusual for the billionaire to fondle himself while locked up in his workshop, lord knows Pepper's caught him doing this many times, but Tony couldn't help that his mind tended to wander in and out of its brilliance and into the dirty-thought bank he had stored for a rainy day jerk off. The Spank Bank he frequently referred to it as. The dark haired man was used to being alone in Stark Tower, so when Steve rounded the corner to stand in the doorway Tony couldn't help but freeze. It was one thing for Pepper to catch him, let alone Bruce who happened to frequent Tony's lab to work, but for Captain America to was another thing all together.

"Hey, Cap, what are you doing down here?" Tony slowly loosened his fingers around his stiff member and bit back a painful whimper at how hard it was for him to stop mid-stroke to entertain his blonde friend. "I normally don't get the pleasure of you coming down here to chew my ass for something I did." Maybe the phrasing wasn't appropriate for the uncanny situation Tony found himself in, but Steve had to be used to the sexually related quips by now; if not, oh well.

"I came down to see if you wanted to eat. You've been down here all day, and I didn't remember seeing you crawl into bed last night. I figured your stomach would appreciate a good meal." Steve crossed his arms over his chest before leaning into the doorframe, blocking the stairs with his larger shoulder span. "Should I be chewing your ass out instead?" Tony sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down hard in a desperate attempt to stifle the laughter threatening to bubble over. Unconsciously, Tony's hidden hand started making minute movements, urging on this more than awkward situation. Getting caught by Steve was almost just as bad as getting caught by your parents; almost. "What did you do?" So why with the super-soldier standing before him did he feel the urge to play with himself even more?

Swallowing back his fit of laughter, Tony leaned forward on his elbow and placed his hand over his mouth to hide his smile as well as the growing blush on his cheeks. "Eh, I just figured Clint would have already complained to you about me taking his bow. Bruce and I are working on upgrading everyone's weapons, so I may or may not have snuck into his room while he and Natasha were… well, I'm sure you get it. Speaking of weapons, I have yours complete. It's sitting over on the counter." Pointing over his shoulder to the counter behind him with his thumb, Tony returned to his work on Clint's bow hoping the blonde would understand the message and leave so Tony could finish himself off more than finish his work on the bow. The erection cradled between his fingers was painfully hard at this point, and the presence of his team captain wasn't doing anything to deflate his excited state like he thought it would.

Hearing the sliding door click shut, Tony breathed a heavy sigh of relief at the prospect of Captain America fleeing back up the stairs, ignoring Tony in his lab. Glancing up to peer over his screen, just to make sure Steve had in fact gone, Tony sucked in his bottom lip between his teeth when he realized that the blonde had disappeared. Instantly the grip on his hardened erection tightened, making the man's toes curl at the faster and tighter pace his fist provided.

Sweat began to form across the man's brow, forcing his mind away from its thought processor and back towards his nether regions that desperately wanted a release. It was thoughts such as this, making him realize he hadn't gotten laid in a long while that spurred on such occurrences in the lab, but Tony couldn't help that upgrading weapons along with making new tech for the needy media took such a long time, keeping him from the many ladies who wouldn't hesitate to spread their buttery legs for him. The easy lay was the perfect situation for the genius, as long term relationships with the man usually ended in disasters; such like Pepper leaving him for his best friend Rhodey. Tony was very familiar with the phrase: once you go black, you can't go back. Apparently Rhodey was amazing in bed as well as being a doting fiancé, fierce friend, and excellent military man. Or, at least that's what Tony would assume.

Swallowing back a throaty moan, Tony cried out slightly as he could feel his body reacting to dirty thoughts of Rhodey and Pepper in the throes of the dark sheets in their bedroom. Pepper was always such a proper lady, even when he had the pleasure of screwing her into the mattress after the creation of Ironman. She was a missionary girl, the typical school girl who believed sex was supposed to be something beautiful between two people and when Tony showed her just how dirty and sexy it really could be, he was more than depressed when she turned down his request to try new things. He would forever be stuck in the friend zone, but it didn't mean he couldn't fantasize about his best friend's fiancé dressed in nothing but sexy lingerie; satin, lace, or leather.

There was even one drunken night with the deadly assassin, Natasha. Tony had his share of enthusiastic partners before, but none like Natasha as she took complete control over his body in their drunken stupor and rode him all the way till dawn. Tony could still remember what the crick in his back felt like for the following few days after, and even the dirty looks she would throw his way sending his mind back into an oblivion that brought up some of the highlight moments of that night. As amazing as it was, Tony wasn't dumb enough to try and do it again because a) he was slightly afraid of Natasha b) he was equally as afraid of Clint, who had a knowing glint in his eyes every time he threw Tony an annoyed look and c) Tony over all just wanted to live to see another day and not tempt fate to see just what kind of kinky messes he could get into with that woman. The genius was pretty sure Natasha could kill him with just sex. Whereas Pepper was a classy lady, Natasha held no regards when it came to getting an orgasm and pretty much anything went so long as she got off.

There were times when Tony fantasized about his two favorite sex partners together, together with him, and he desperately wished he had someone to help ease off the stiffness between his legs. Dropping his forehead forwards slightly, his mouth parted as a gasp passed through his lips dragging cool air into his mouth and down into his lungs. His stomach muscles clenched as his hand worked his leaking member over, sending sparks of pleasure surging up his spine to filter out into every nerve ending in the rest of his body. The tips of his toes were tingling, though Tony wasn't sure if it was because he had them curled so tightly or pressed so hard against the cool tiled flooring. Possibly a combination of both, but the buzz of the pleasure his hand was creating coupled with his imaginations images from his Spank Bank Tony was positive he was going to need to go change his clothes shortly as he was about to make a huge mess.

Squeezing his eyes firmly shut, Tony tucked his head to his chest as he felt his orgasm start to take its fiery hold over his body and just prayed his could still breathe at the end of it. Snapping his eyes open, Tony's mouth instantly became dry as an additional hand joined his own, buried deep within the grasp of his dark athletic pants. His hand instantly stilled under the long, muscular fingers of the additional hand that joined the party. An equally brawny body collided with his back, drawing the genius half off his work stool and into the arms of his captor surprising the brunette more than words could have described. Tony thought he was alone! Instantly knowing the smell of the person whose body had surrounded him, Tony sank slightly into their hold hoping this was just some joke that Steve decided to play; Tony didn't have the thought to turn around to see Steve had moved around his work bench to inspect the modifications to his shield.

"No need to stop, Tony," Steve purred catching Tony completely off guard. "You looked like you were having fun." Steve's large hand moved from the tip down to the base of Tony's hard erection, dragging an ungodly moan from the man's lips.

"Steve," Tony whimpered. Pressing his body firmly into the blondes chiseled chest, Tony allowed his head to lull back to rest on Steve's shoulder as the soldiers grip on his member tighten in time with his fast paced pulling and twisting on Tony's hard erection. "What are you—"

Steve's hand came up to close slowly around the man's mouth, silencing any words that dared to pass the billionaires mouth. If Tony wasn't shocked before, he sure was now as Steve's index and middle fingers slowly worked open his lips to slide easily inside his dry mouth to trace the ridges of his teeth and the curve of his tongue. Tony mentally noted that if he tried to bite down, he was pretty sure he wouldn't have even fazed the man manipulating his body like a Transformer robot toy as Tony had long ago surrendered into the waves of pleasure swimming anew in the pit of his stomach. Steve's touch was mesmerizing. Tony couldn't help his body at this point, not with the sinful actions the soldier was performing on his neglected body because being pampered by that mouth and hand left Tony little reason as to argue with the why or the who and just let his body submit to the undulating waves of pleasure washing over his body like a tidal wave.

Biting down firmly at the nape of Tony's neck, Steve smirked at the mewled cry that echoed about the white and grey walls of the lab. Alternating the pleasure emitting from the reddened bite mark on his shoulder and the steady pull on the man's nether region, Steve knew he had Tony right where he wanted him. But he had one more thing to add into the mix for when Tony's back would arch against his body in an orgasmic state that would be forever engrained in his mind. Ignoring his own hardened length, pressing painfully against his tented khaki's, Steve focused all his attention on the man who was slowly coming undone in his hands; at the will to his mercy.

Steve removed his fingers from Tony's mouth, and made his hand disappear for a short time making the engineer's mind work in overdrive to comprehend where Steve was going to place it next. Unable to stifle the gasp that spilled from the tip of his tongue, Tony dug his heels into the black tiled flooring in a feeble attempt to keep himself grounded by the best hand job he'd ever received. His hips lifted slightly off the stool under their own accord, and partly by Steve's encouraging hand under his backside. "Shh, you don't want someone to come down here, do you?"

He tried to make a snarky comment back towards the blonde about how he had been watching Tony fist himself under the table, but all coherent thought escaped the genius as he felt the tip of the soldiers index finger swirl unceremoniously around his puckered entrance. His knees gave way, bending against the will of the brunette's better judgment and slamming his oversensitive body down onto the blonde's index finger. His fingers flexed feebly against the instruments strewn across the table, attempting to grab something but failed as Steve forced an additional finger inside Tony's tight passage. His right hand flew behind Steve's head, threading his fingers through the golden locks of blonde hair at the base of his captain's skull. His left hand gripped tightly at Steve's left knee that was encircling his waist at stool level. Mouth hanging open, Tony knew he looked nothing short of a hot mess at the mercy to Steve's abusive will.

"Steve," Tony keened weakly. "Please, Steve—" his words melted into a strangled scream as Steve's long fingers brushed none-too-gently against his prostate, liquefying all thoughts in his brain to sizzle under the steamy situation Tony seemed to have found himself in. Steve's teeth alternated from gentle, sweet, to shy and finally the rough caress as he bit down into a new spot on his neck, molding his mouth into a perfect fit around Tony's pulse point and applying additional pressure to make the genius cry out in ecstasy. If Tony thought he was feeling good then, when a third finger was added to his stretched back side he figured he was on cloud nine by this point.

"Come on, Tony." Steve murmured into his ear, giving the newest reddened mark on Tony skin a moment to itself so his mouth could busy itself with the tender spot just behind Tony's ear. Steve's breath was hot as it danced across Tony's equally enflamed skin. "If only you could see how hot you look fucking yourself on my fingers." Steve's voice was husky with his own need, clouding his normal voice into something that was more gravely. The engineer paused his rolling hips to wonder when that action had started, but quickly resumed as he was so close he could practically taste his orgasm waiting to erupt like a volcano.

Tony desperately wanted to know where Steve learned to talk dirty to someone, let alone where the guy learned how to get Tony Stark off by just using his fingers and mouth. When his captain had popped his cherry was news to him, but at the current moment he couldn't care as Steve's callused fingers were stroking perfectly against his smooth prostate, buried deep inside his rectum. "S-Steve!"

"That's it, Tony." He ran his teeth unforgiving over Tony's red raw skin.

"Steve!" He could feel the solder smirk against his skin, clearly enjoying watching Tony come undone in his hands. All movement from Tony's undulating hips and Steve's ruthless fingers, both buried within his body and wrapped around his battered member, stopped as the man's orgasm ripped through his body, crippling the man momentarily. Steve's mouth continued to work the reddened skin on his neck, alternating between gently lapping his tongue over the mark he made and whispering incoherent thoughts into Tony's fuzzy mind. He was positive that if Steve's seated body wasn't cradling his body into his broad chest he would be a seizing mess on the floor, a victim to his own post orgasmic bliss. His limbs were a quivering mess, shaking relentlessly against Steve's firm body mimicking the flutter of his heart in his chest against his ribcage.

Inhaling for what felt like the first time in a long time, Tony's body sagged fully against Steve depleted of any form of movement or sustaining energy to lift himself off the soldiers seated position on an additional work stool. Instead his chest heaved painfully as he tried to catch his breath. Steve had taken to peppering tender kisses to his up his neck and into his jaw line before finally locating his mouth and claiming his lips against his own in a dominating action. Unable to fight against his blonde captain, Tony tilted his head to the side giving Steve more room to influence his body once again. Those three fingers that were buried deep within his body slowly retracted, enticing an abused whimper to pass into Steve's mouth through their connected lips making the whimper his own.

Pulling his right hand free from Tony's backside, Steve ran them down the man's clothed thigh in part to wipe them off and to get the older-younger man to relax in his grip. His left hand uncurled around Tony's soft, limp organ and pulled free back into the cooler air of the lab. Both men starred down at the mess on Steve's hand, seemingly unsure what to do with the white juices splatter-painted across his fingers and palm.

Steve's monstrous hands guided Tony's hips back onto his own stool, where the man's body painfully sagged against his work bench, Clint's bow long forgotten under the mess of tools that Tony had managed to dislodge from their respective places. Seated on his stool once again, sparks of pain shot up Tony's back from the abuse he'd taken from Steve's intrusive fingers. Forcing himself to spin around on his stool, Tony starred in a confused manner at the blonde who was looking pretty triumphant with himself. Opening his mouth to say something, he was cut off when Steve leaned forwards to capture Tony's mouth against his own in a soft kiss before standing. Making his way over the sliding door by the stairs, where he initially came from, Steve turned with a devious smirk plastered over his face and winked at the dumbstruck brunette. Tony was only able to follow the man's movement with his eyes trained to the discoloration on the front of Steve's trousers, his own jaw slack against its hinge.

"Come upstairs in a few, I'll have dinner ready." The sliding door slid shut, and Steve was gone leaving Tony to fumble with himself down in his workshop.

What had gotten into him? Tony wondered loudly, the thought ricocheting around his cranium before he weakly reached to grab one of his tools. When the instrument fell from his grasp, Tony gave up and hauled his sore body to his feet, slowly making his way up the stairs to follow after Steve.

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So, I know I should be working on The Biggest Loser, but I had this idea bouncing about my head and I no matter how I tried to work on TBL nothing seemed to fit. Hopefully getting this out of the way will make it easier for me to start from scratch on chapter two. Let me know what you guys think, as I have a feeling I'm terrible at writing smut like this.