AN~ See the end of this chapter for a quick spoiler-ish warning regarding potential dub-con later in the story.

When Tony wakes up he makes his way automatically to the nearest coffee machine. He doesn't really notice that he's in his workshop until he's most of his way through a third mug of coffee.

He looks around blearily.

'Jarvis, did I fall asleep on my desk?'

'Good afternoon, sir,' Jarvis has long given up speaking to Tony before there's proof of the genius' consciousness. 'You passed out on your desk a little over seven hours ago.'

'Huh,' Tony rolls his shoulders.

Dummy manages to bring him a plate of toast and only drops, and runs over, one of the pieces. Tony eats it all anyway.

'Dry squashed toast,' he pats the bot, 'is it my birthday?'

'Sir, you have five new messages and I believe Captain Rogers has been expecting you.'

'Has he?' Tony uses extremis to stretch out his mind to check his to-do list while he chokes down the toast. 'I haven't missed an anniversary have I?'

'I do not believe so, sir.'

'Well, I haven't got anything down,' he washes the last of the toast down with coffee and finally looks around the lab. 'Oh, right, that thing for Reed. When did he want it?'

'Doctor Richards expressed a desire to have the generator by friday, sir.'

'What day is it?' Tony stretches and walks over to gaze at the quietly humming machine.

'Thursday.'

A stream of data presses for his attention as Dummy gives him a run down of Tower security.

'Woah, Dummy, back up; what's that reading?'

The bot rearranges things to show the data Tony's interested in while he suggests the source.

'Fucking Richards...' Tony mutters as he scowls at the generator. 'Whatever, it's not done anything and I need to do stuff.'

'Shall I inform Doctor Richards of your success, sir?'

'I need to clean up before I can deal with Reed showing up here,' Tony dismisses. 'Penthouse, Jarvis!'

'Of course, sir,' Jarvis just sounds amused.

Dummy hums in the back of his mind and turns his own attention back to monitoring the workshop.

Tony has another coffee and showers as he deals with his messages in his head and then gets a little distracted by a new idea for propulsion for the Quinjets. 'Tony?' he looks up to see the worryingly sad face of Steve Rogers gazing at him from across the room.

What did I do? Is the first thought to crash across Tony's mind; Dummy immediately reacts negatively to the mere suggestion. 'You're as loyal as you are stupid, Dummy,' he tells the bot as he gazes at a nervous looking super soldier.

'Hey, pumpkin,' he flashes up a grin. 'What do you need?'

'Need?' Steve takes a couple of steps into the room.

'Jarvis said you needed me for something, I think.'

'And you stayed up here anyway?' a small frown appears.

'You knew where I was if it was important,' Tony points out. Tony walks over to the other man and puts his hand on Steve's arm, 'Hey, what is it?'

'I didn't... need to see you for anything, Tony,' Steve shrugs and sighs. 'I just missed you, that's all.'

Tony opts for pressing a kiss to Steve's lips over some awkward expression of his feelings. Thankfully Steve is a god among men and not only allows this blatant avoidance behavior but encourages it by pulling Tony tight against him. Tony just smiles and pets Steve's hair when the blonde pulls back from the kiss looking a little flushed.

'How long was I downstairs then?' he asks and presses a kiss to Steve's neck.

'Three days,' Steve is back to looking a little sad.

'You should have just come and got me,' Tony shrugs.

'You were working,' Steve shakes his head, 'and you were happy. I didn't want to interrupt.'

'Ok...' Tony gives him an accessing look and then shrugs. 'Well, I'm here now.'

'Yeah,' Steve smiles, 'shall we watch a film and... and go to bed?'

'I won't be tired by then,' Tony tells him.

'Neither will I,' Steve tells him and blushes.

'Oh,' Tony grins, 'alright then.'

Tony doesn't really let Steve watch the movie, but it's only fair because he's not watching it himself either.

Steve's expression as Tony first slides a hand up his inner thigh is just too brilliant.

Tony tries to remember if any of Pepper's rules involved him not being around such an innocent.

He has never had the best of track records following Pepper's rules.

Steve makes an awesome whimpering noise as Tony turns towards him and starts kissing his way down the blonde's neck.

This. Tony's good at this.

'Tony,' Steve turns and pulls him into a kiss. 'Tony...'

'Hey, darling,' Tony moves to straddle the other man's lap. Steve doesn't let him say anything else before they're kissing again and the soldier's hands have migrated to his arse.

'I want you,' Steve blurts and then whines as Tony grinds down against him.

'How do you want me?' Tony tries not to smirk.

'I don't know...' Steve presses his face into Tony's shoulder.

'Come on, upstairs,' Tony tugs him up.

Can there be a more glorious sight than Captain America sprawled naked, and aroused, on your bed and gazing up at you?

Tony crawls up the bed to him but can't help pressing kisses against his skin along the way.

Steve makes the best noises.

Tony pauses to press kisses to Steve's navel,

'Steve, have you ever tried touching yourself... back there?'

'What?' ok, the question probably should have been asked before Tony started frying Steve's brain cells.

'Just tell me if you don't like it,' Tony shrugs and rests on one elbow. 'All right?'

'I don't know what you...' Steve cuts himself off with a heavy swallow. A soft 'Oh' is all he offers.

Tony presses another kiss to his stomach as he rubs gently around Steve's opening. He's about to make Steve tell him if this is ok or not, as the soldier has become a little tense, but then Steve is spreading his legs wider and bending his knees up to plant his feet.

'Please,' Steve gasps. 'Please. Tony, I want this with you. Please.'

'I've got you,' Tony murmurs back licks a swipe up Steve's thigh. He adds little licking kisses to Steve's skin, just to see him squirm, as he moves up his body to press them chest to chest.

'Please,' Steve presses his fingers into Tony's hair and kisses him again.

There must be a law, or something, about making Captain America beg.

Tony lays himself back onto Steve's chest and rocks down against Steve who's only too happy to spread his legs to make space for him. He licks his way into Steve's mouth and earns himself a moan.

Steve's grip on him is probably giving him bruises.

'I'm going to worship you, Steve,' Tony promise. 'I'm going to make you feel amazing.'

'Please,' Steve whispers as he looks up. His expression is open and adoring and nearly takes Tony's breath.

Tony crashes them together.

In time Steve comes apart beneath him with a cry of 'Tony!'. Steve's erratic movements, and the sight of him, are enough to push Tony over the edge to join him.

He presses himself firmly against Steve as the soldier shivers. The soldier turns to hug him close and presses his face into Tony's neck. He's slowly regaining control of his breathing.

'Tell me that was ok, Steve?' he pets Steve's hair as comfortingly as he can.

'Yes,' Steve gasps suddenly. 'Yes, Tony, that was... That was...' he swallows and pulls back to gaze into Tony's eyes, 'I love you.'

Tony grins and kisses him.

'And you?' Steve looks suddenly less sure. 'Was it... for you?'

'Yeah,' Tony forces his expression to gentle. 'It was great for me too.'

Tony lays awake on his back with Steve latched to his side.

The soldier has fallen into a deep sleep so Tony turns his attention to his latest projects and adjusts some plans in his mind and asks Jarvis to run some simulations.

He glances at the blonde head on his shoulder; how the hell has he become this for Captain America?

He brushes some of Steve's hair off of his forehead and smiles, despite himself, as the man snuggles closer.

'Jarvis, order me some Thai, will you?'

'Of course, sir.'

Half an hour later Tony extracts himself from Steve's grip and throws on some clothes. Downstairs he devours his food as he browses the news channels and then logs himself back into his network.

Fives minutes after that a disheveled super soldier walks into his eye line looking gorgeous and lost.

'Tony? What time is it?'

'It is two am, Captain Rogers,' Jarvis answers as Tony refocusses his brain on the outside world.

Steve just walks over and curls around him,

'Come to bed, Tony?'

'You miss me, pet?' Tony smirks and rubs his back.

'Yeah,' Steve smiles at him as he pulls back a little. 'You've been working really hard lately; can we, just tonight, go to sleep and wake up together?'

Tony really needs to remember that he's Steve's first and that he cannot fuck this up.

'Of course, sweetheart,' Tony presses a kiss to his cheek. 'Save all that and shut down,'

Tony instructs aloud even though he doesn't need to.

'Good night, sir, sleep well.'

'Good night, Jay.'

Back upstairs and Steve curls back into his side.

'Comfy?' he presses a kiss to the blonde hair.

He loves this man. He cannot let Steve have a bad experience with this; Steve deserves everthing he can give and more.

'Yeah,' Steve murmurs and yawns. 'You'll be here in the morning?'

'Promise,' Tony gives him another kiss and then closes his eyes.

Tony comes awake to a buzzing in the back of his skull,

'Dummy?'

The workshop readings are thrown at him,

'What the hell is that thing...?'

Everything goes dark.

AN~ SPOILER: Steve is still mostly a virgin and is going through a lot of firsts with Tony. When Tony starts to loop he doesn't stop sleeping with Steve even when he realises what's happening. Each day's Steve concents, but he might not if he realised he wasn't going to remember it.

Also: this is an edited version of a story I'm putting up on Archive of Our Own. The version posted there is more explicit.

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