Tony had been at his father's party for what felt like ages. He hated attending them but his father insisted. He made his way through the living room, the guests all complimented him on how grown up he looked. He didn't make much conversation with the guests and then he slowly made his way into the kitchen to grab some wine while his father was busy and out of the room. He opened the fridge and examined the different bottles.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" said a voice from behind him.

Tony smirked and softly chuckled, he recognized the voice right away. He grabbed one of the bottles and turned around to face the man.

"Steve." Tony smiled.

"Hello Tony." Steve smiled back at him.

Tony had met Steve two years ago at one of his father's annual parties, Tony had way too much to drink, Steve thought Tony looked extremely hot so the two of them decided to fool around in Tony's room. After that Steve left the party and Tony tried to contact Steve, he would show up at his father's work everyday after school in hopes of talking to him and arranging another day that they could see each other but everytime he tried to talk to Steve he always told Tony to leave. Steve also told Tony that he thought it would be best that they never saw each other again and that what happened that night at the party meant nothing. Of course that pissed Tony off so he left him alone.

Last year, they met again and the exact same thing happened. Tony had hoped Steve wouldn't be at the party this year. He was tired of Steve always making it sound like he wanted to be with him and then letting him down so he promised himself this year if Steve were to happen to show up he wouldn't do anything with him.

"What are you doing here Steve?" Tony sighed and turned around taking a wine glass out of the cupboard, and began to pour himself a drink

Steve cleared his throat "Well Tony I work with your Dad I-"

"I mean what are you doing here, talking talking to me?" Tony turned back around and took a sip from his drink.

Steve looked down at the ground and scratched the back of his neck, but he didn't say anything.

"What is this Steve?" Tony took another sip of his drink. "Once a year, you come here, find me looking for a good fuck and then just leave and ignore me like I'm the plauge?"

Steve sighed. "You don't understand Tony. It was pure luck that I got that job with your Father, I don't want to-"

"Oh and God forbid he find out you're a fag!" Tony raised his voice and took a big sip from his drink then sighed and dumped the rest down the sink, he was never going to get drunk off of wine. He'd have to break into his did liquer cabinet later.

"Speak for yourself Tony." Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "You want me to tell him so bad, why don't you tell him about yourself?"

Tony froze for a moment. He did tell his Dad. The words didn't really come out of his mouth, he accidentally ended up telling him in a different way.

Last year after the second time of having Steve tell Tony to leave and that he didn't want to see him, Tony brought over his friend Bruce from school. The two of them broke into Tony's father's liquer cabinet and Tony got Bruce way too drunk, and the two of them had sex in Tony's room. During it, Howard (Tony's Dad) came into the room, and he was pissed and he sure let Tony know it.

Tony shuttered at the memory and then pulled his sleeves down as much as he could even more to hide the bruises, it was a habit now whenever he was talking to someone.

"He knows.." Tony finally said softly.

"Really?" Steve asked raising one eyebrow.

"Yup.." Tony nodded "Told him last year a few weeks after you were here."

"And he was okay with it?" Steve asked.

Tony froze again. His mind raced with flashbacks. His Dad breaking down his door, holding him up against the wall punching him numerous times in frount of Bruce. Almost every night then after that Tony would dread coming home from school because every day he'd come home and his father would beat the shit out of him. And if one day he didn't go home and came home the next day his Dad would be even more pissed, so that was never an option.

Bruce was too afraid to come over after that, he would always come over every day and the two of them would work on their science work together. Some of their inventions and most of their experiments were successful since Tony's father invented and owned the most advanced technology in the world, but since that event Tony and Bruce hardly even talk at school anymore.

"He doesn't talk about it very much." Tony finally said.

Steve sighed."I-I still don't think I can tell him. I-"

"Enjoying the party?" said Howard coming into the room. "Anthony.." he glared at Tony.

"It's quite nice Howard." Steve smiled.

"Don't you have homework Anthony? I thought I told you not to bother my guests." He put a hand on Steve's shoulder. "Terribly sorry Steven."

Steve laughed "Oh not to worry he wasn't bothering me at all, I had just noticed that we were out of wine in the ballroom so I came in here to get some more and-"

"Well thats why I have him." Howard chuckled and pointed at Tony.

Tony forced a fake smile.

"Anthony would you please get Steven another drink? Oh and Steven if you wouldn't mind just coming back out when he's done, that would be greatly appreciated."

Steve nodded and Howard went back out to the party.

Tony motioned to the fridge. "Be my guest."

"Oh I don't drink." said Steve.

Tony nodded and began to walk towards the door. He figured he better listen to his father and then maybe tonight his father wouldn't beat him, but he highly doubted that.

"Where are you going?" Steve asked lightly grabbing Tony's arm. Even though Steve hardly touched him, it still hurt.

Tony sighed. "I don't know might go to my room, maybe go to my lab." He pulled away from Steve's grip and continued to walk towards the door.

"If you change your mind.." Steve began. Tony stopped in the doorway. "I'll still be here for a while."

"Is this going to be like the last two times?" Tony said softly yet sternly.

"No." said Steve. "I want this, but this whole time I've been too afraid of what your Father would say because well.. you're still a kid, but if he's okay with it, why not go for it?"

Tony turned around to face Steve again and smiled fakely "He'd like that." and then left the room and before going upstairs to his room he went to his father's liquer cooler and took a bottle of vodka.

He was in there for almost an hour looking and studying the prints for his new experiment he started a few months ago with Bruce. More guests were at the party now and it started to get louder downstairs. He was almost asleep when there was a knock at his door. It startled him but he knew it wasn't his Father because if it was, there would be way more screaming.

He got up and opened it, sure enough it was Steve.