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KISSING TO AVOID BEING CAUGHT

Writing Advice: it doesn’t matter if an idea has been done before. It’s never been done by you. So long as you do it well, and in your own way, it’s a wonderful contribution.

Here's a sneak peek of an IronStrange thing I'm writing :)

NSFW

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“Welcome back. Did you leave some hot water?” Stephen asked, without opening his eyes.

“How do you do that?”

Stephen opens one eye with a smile and then opens the other, popping his fingers.

“I heard the water go off and can smell soap. Plus you’re a heavy walker.”

Tony climbs up onto the bed and kisses him. “Ah. Good to know. Well I left some hot water.”

“Thanks beautiful. I’m going to go shower now.” Stephen gives him a look and slides off the bed. Tony watches him go and is sitting still for a moment before his brain caught up with him. He clamoured out of the bed and towards the bathroom. Stephen was leaned over, adjusting the knobs on the tub. Tony stood there admiring the view. Stephen turns his head, standing up straight. He offers his hand, stepping under the spray of the water. Tony follows with a smile and crowds the younger man against the wall and kissed him deeply. Stephen reacted automatically. His fingers wind their way through Tony’s hair and pulls himself closer. Pulling away from his lips, Tony grins at the noise it drew from Stephen's lips.

“I'm not done yet.” He promises. He kisses him again and runs one hand down Stephen’s long torso, feeling the goosebumps forming under his fingertips. Stephen shudders, gasping softly when Tony’s calloused hand wraps around his cock. He pumps once, twice, three times; before pulling away and reaching for the bottle of shampoo.

“You’re going to have to bend a little so I can wash your hair.” Tony’s voice breaks the silence. “You’re a freaking beanstalk.”

Stephen laughs and bends forward, making the muscles along his back flex beautifully. Tony bites back a moan and begins to work his fingers through the tangle of curls in front of him. Stephen shifts a little and that’s when Tony feels the tongue rolling over the tip of his dick. He falters a little but forces himself to keep washing. Taking a breath he rubs his fingers harder into the roots of Stephen’s hair and Stephen actually moans then. The tongue returns, moving in slow circles this time before lips join it. At this point, Tony had to brace himself against the wall and closed his eye, his head tilted back. He kept working his fingers as he felt the wet warmth of Stephen’s mouth slip lower and lower, barely fighting the urge to thrust his hips up. Stephen’s mouth was just as skilled as his hands were, there was no denying that. He rolled his tongue and scraped his teeth lightly. Tony was sure the water would drown out the sound of his moans but still fought to be quiet, out of habit.

“Fuck…...Stephen…..” He twists his fingers, tugging on the curls in his hands. This only spurred Stephen on more. He bobbed his head quicker and Tony in turn, pulled harder on his hair. “Stephen…”

Stephen finally glances up at him under his lashes, the water making them seem to sparkle. He could see the mischief in those eyes. It was a look that drove Tony crazy. Stephen looks back down, bringing the hand that he wasn’t using for balance up to cup Tony’s balls, kneading gently between his thumb and palm. A few minutes of that and Tony was nearing the edge.

“Stephen-” He warns. “Close!”

That’s when Stephen took him all the way in. Tony felt the tip of his dick brush against the back of the doctor’s throat and then felt the muscles of said throat constrict around him as Stephen swallowed. That did it. Before he could choke out another warning, he was cumming down his husband’s throat. Stephen jerked back in shock and some of Tony’s seman spilled from his lips. He swallows twice before running the back of his hand across his lips and smiling a little.

“Will that hold you over until we can get to safety?”

“Mm...It should for at least a few hours.” Tony teases lightly, coming down from his post orgasmic high. “What happened to no sex before the safehouse?”

Stephen laughs. “That wasn’t sex. That was me sucking you off.” He steps backwards into the water to rinse his hair out.

“Do I get to return the favour?’

“Perhaps. But I do plan on actually showering though, before the water runs cold.”

“Fine. I’ll just get you when you least expect it.” Tony smirks a little when Stephen finally turns and looks at him.

“I expect nothing less.” He responds, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Tony’s mouth before reaching over to turn the water off. He ruffled his hair to get rid of excess water and steps out, reaching for the towel. He dries himself and dresses, Tony following in suit. As Tony laced up his boots, Stephen refills the whiskey bottle with water and returns it to his bag along with the Vicks. He turns back to Tony.

“Ready?”

Tony inhales deeply and nods. “Let’s go.”

They makes their way downstairs to find Peter and Gamora at the front desk. She looks up first.

“Stay and eat with us?”

Stephen seemed to hesitate, looking at Tony.

“Who knows when your next real meal will be.” Peter points out. He was right, of course.

“It won’t hurt.” Tony says with a shrug and moves to follow the couple through the doorway to the dining room. Once seated, Stephen appeared to relax.

“There’s a delivery I have to make today.” Peter announces.

“Okay?” Stephen asked, confusion seeping into his voice.

“What I’m saying is I can take you both to the next town over if you like. It’s not much but it does get you a little closer.”

Tony smiles widely and rests one hand on Stephen’s leg, fingers splayed.

“That would be amazing. Thank you. You’re sure it’s no trouble?”

“It’s no trouble at all. I’m going there anyway.”

“Thank you Peter.” Stephen smiles, but his breath hitches softly as Tony begins to walk his fingers up Stephen’s leg. The touches ghost over the fabric of the doctor’s pants and the goosebumps returned to his arms. Tony pulled his hand away and Stephen sighs in relief. Tony wasn’t really going to feel him up at the breakfast table, was he? He starts to eat, making small talk with Gamora and Peter. He had almost forgotten about the event when he felt a warm weight against his crotch. He jolted and glares at Tony. “Stop that.” He hisses. Tony gives him an innocent look but presses his foot harder against his lover’s stirring erection. His face was starting to heat up and he had to look away.

“You alright?” Peter asked, breaking his thoughts.

“Yeah. Yes. I’m fi-ine.” He squirms a little as Tony begins to wiggle his toes. Stephen closed his eyes and focused on taking deep breaths. Tony shifts closer, rubbing his foot up and down, making Stephen fight the urge to grind his hips up. “Tony.” He whimpers softly, his eyes flying open. Tony had a bored expression on his beautiful face, but his eyes gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing. He digs his toes into the fabric of Stephen’s pants, squeezing him. It was a strange sensation that sent tingles up Stephen’s spine. He was roughly biting the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud. It was possible that the threat of being caught turned him on even more. He very slowly rolled his hips up. He catches Tony’s smirk from the corner of his eye and rolls his own. He’d deal with that later, now he was too far gone. Tony pulls his foot away and Stephen starts to protest, not caring if the others heard, but before he could, Tony’s hand returned, slipping past his waistband. The soldier laid his arm across the table and gives an easy smile. Stephen holds back a whine but forces himself to sit still, nodding at the conversation.

“-and that’s why it’s a terrible idea for roses to be around an oak tree.”

Stephen looked over at Tony, lost. Gamora spoke up then.

“Peter, what the hell did you drink to make you talk like an idiot.”

Stephen barks out a laugh that hid his moan when Tony twisted his wrist, pressing his thumb down into the head of his dick, causing his legs to spasm and fall open, hitting a table leg and making the others look at him in concern.

“S-sorry. Sometimes I have spasms. Pain in the ass.”

He lifts his hips as Tony pumps his fist quickly, obviously trying to finish him off before the meal was over. He succeeded and Stephen cums a moment later with a silent cry of Tony’s name.

Life Changes (Ch 4)

Aka the ‘shit hits the fan’ chapter

Peter was in a cloud of bliss the next day. He was waiting for nerves to set in, as his audition was at two. He ran through the song and the dance again, wondering if he should text Tony. He wanted to but also didn’t want to appear to clingy. Maybe a good morning text? That couldn’t hurt right? Peter unlocks his phone, pleasantly surprised to already see a text waiting.

Received Tony: Good morning Stella~ How did you sleep?

Peter tilts his head. Stella? Had he meant to send that to someone else? He felt a pant of disappointment.

Sent Tony: Who’s Stella? My name is Peter.

After that was sent, Peter’s phone started to ring and he panicked. He drops his phone and curses, scrambling to answer it.

“H-hello?”

“Good morning.” The smile was obvious in his voice.

“So who is Stella?”

He hears Tony laughing and Peter smiles at the sound but feels as if he’s missing something.

“ Peter, you are Stella. I’m Italian. Stella is Italian for Star. Because you’re a star.”

Peter feels himself blush. He felt stupid now.

“Hello? Peter?”

“S-sorry. I just feel stupid now.”

“Peter, I’m not seeing anyone else. I promise.”

“No I know that. I believe you. I just….I guess I’m just paranoid. It’s dumb. I’m so-”

“Peter. It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out a nickname for you.”

Now Peter felt terrible.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s okay, really.”

“Peter.” Tony  says gently. “Are you okay? Really?”

“Yeah.” Peter takes a deep breath. “I’m fine. I think it’s just nerves.”

“Take a deep breath Peter. You’ll do great. I believe in you.”

“Thanks Tony. That means a lot coming from you.”

“Okay I gotta go. I’ll call you at lunch?”

“Yeah. That sounds great. I’ll talk to you the. Have a good day Tony.”

“Shine on beautiful.”

Peter couldn’t stop the smile on his face as the call ends. He puts his phone down on the bedside table and gets up. He had some time to kill before his audition and decided to spend it watching Star Trek: The Next Generation.

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Tony hangs up just as the elevator doors open and he nearly runs smack dab into Steve Rogers, his boss.

“Woah there.” Rogers takes a step back. “Head in the clouds Stark?”

“Nah. I was just on the phone is all.”

“How’s your tumor patient doing?”

“Better now. He was awake and sitting up when Strange left last night. I’m about to go check on him.”

“Well keep me posted. Oh and I need to see you at lunch, okay?”

Confused, Tony finds himself nodding.

“Alright, sure.”

“Don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble.” Rogers gives a smile.

“Well that’s a relief. I didn’t do anything wrong this time.”

Rogers laughs, patting his shoulder.

“This time.” He pushes the button on the elevator.

“If you’re headed to peds, tell Bucky I said hi.” Tony calls over his shoulder, taking off down the hall. Everyone knew the big scary man had a soft spot for kids. Tony stops outside of Aaron’s room. There was a group of people in there. He knocks softly on the door frame and Aaron looks up at him.

“Dr. Stark.”

“Good morning Aaron. How are you feeling?”

“My arm is kinda numb but other than that, I feel fine.”

Numb? It could mean nothing but in this profession, you always had to be sure.

“How numb on a scale of one to ten?” Tony asked, coming forward and setting the clipboard down.A tall, skinny boy with shoulder length curly hair scrambles off the bed and sits in a nearby chair, pulling his legs up. His eyes never left Tony. “Which arm?”

“Right. And maybe a four?”

“Can you feel this?” Tony taps his pen into the middle of Aaron’s right hand and the boy’s fingers twitch.

“It kinda feels like……” Aaron reaches out and ghosts the fingers of his left hand over Tony’s hand, just barely. He looks up, his dark eyes wide and scared. “Is that bad Dr. Stark?”

Tony bites the inside of his lip thoughtfully.

“Honestly I’m not sure yet but we will keep an eye on it. If it gets worse or better, let me know, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Is he going to be okay?” A soft voice asked. Tony turns. It was the lanky kid. He looked terrified and Tony felt bad for him. Before he could answer, Aaron spoke.

“Spencer I’ll be fine.” He smiles. “Right Dr. Stark?”

“You should be fine.” Tony nods. “But we just wanna make sure. You can’t leave for a week anyway. You need time to heal from the operation.”

“See? I’ll be fine. I’m too stubborn to die anyway, you know that.”

The other kid- Spencer - nods a little.

“Can I lay with him again?”

“Yeah. Go ahead kid.” Tony smiles and nods. He turns back to Aaron. “Where are your parents?”

“Missionary trip overseas.”

“So who are you hear with?”

“My girlfriend Haley-” He nods to a blonde girl who just entered. The girl, Haley, waves a little. “-and our boyfriend Spencer.”

“Okay, are you staying with an adult or something while your parents are gone?”

“David Rossi. He works at the police station.”

“I’ll give him a call and update him and be back here to check on you a bit.”

Tony turns and leaves the room, stopping to look in the window. Haley was sitting next to Aarons bed, holding his hand and Spencer was curled up at his side. It was sweet in kinda sad way. Tony moves to make his rounds, making his way down to the ER. A guy had split his head open trying to put up Christmas lights.

“It doesn’t look too deep.” Tony says, tilting the guys head towards the light. “I’m going to stitch it up and give you something for the pain. We’re going to do an MRI just to make sure you don’t have a concussion.”

The guy nods and sits still as Tony works. The work up was pretty quick and the MRI showed he didn’t have a concussion. Tony sent him on his way in an hour. He then makes his way up to Steve’s office. He knocks twice and then Steve opens the door. He smiles and waves him in.

“Make yourself comfortable.”

Tony settles on the couch, one leg drawn up and his arm draped across the back.

“So you finally have time for the little people?” Tony teases. He knew being chief of surgery was a full time job and Steve was under a lot of pressure.

“Tony you’re my best friend, I always try to make time for you.” Steve smiles, but was obviously nervous. He was never good at hiding that.

“So what’s up?”

“I uh, purposed to Bucky last night.”

Tony sits up, a grin on his face.

“Well it’s about damn time!”

Steve gives a sheepish smile and looks down at his hands.

“Yeah I know.” He looks back up and licks his lips. “I would like for you to be my best man.”

Tony gaped at him. “You mean it?”

“Of course I mean it. And you can bring a plus one. Maybe the dancer Stephen mentioned?”

Tony’s eyes brighten at the mention of Peter.

“You’re gonna love him.” He grins. “I’d be honored to be your best man. When is the wedding?”

“Um...We were thinking Christmas Eve.”

“That sounds beautiful.” Tony smiles again. “It’s been a long time coming.”

“Yeah. I agree. So does he.” Steve laughs a little.

Tony thought it was nice to see Steve smile again. It hadn’t happened in a long time due to the stress of his promotion, but he did deserve it. Suddenly Tony sits up.

“I gotta call Peter!”

“Okay you do that, I asked you what I meant to ask.”

“Congrats again. I’ll talk to you later?”

“I’ll be here.” Steve waves him off.

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Peter paces the hallway, waiting for Tony’s call. His audition was in twenty minutes and nerves were eating him alive. Just as he was at wit’s end, his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey what are you doing Christmas Eve?”

Peter raises his eyebrow.

“Uh...nothing. Why?”

“Wanna be my plus one at one of my best friend’s wedding?”

“That sounds like fun. I’ve never been to a Christmas wedding before.”

“Awesome! So, how’s your day going?”

“Well I audition in twenty minutes and my nerves are crazy. Which is normal but I really want this part. I’ve dreamed of getting this part for as long as I can remember.”

“You’ll crush it. I have no doubt in my mind.”

“I hope so too. So how is your day going?”

“Pretty good I think. My patient, the one that made me late last night, he seems to be doing a lot better and I fixed a guy’s head. He fell putting up Christmas lights.”

Peter laughs.

“Well is he okay at least?”

“Yeah. Just needed stitches. He had a hard head. Like someone else I know. How’s your head by the way?”

“I’m fine. It didn’t hurt much when I hit it and it’s fine now.”

Peter was touched that Tony cared.

“Well I’m glad. I’d hate to see such a lovely head damaged.”

“My aunt says it’s to thick for my own good.”

“Ah well that just means your brain is protected.” The smile was basically audible in Tony’s voice.

Peter turned when he heard his name called.

“Peter? The person who was supposed to go on before you didn’t show, so it’s your turn.” The director explains.

Peter thanks him and turns back to the call.

“I gotta go. My audition got moved up.”

“Shine on beautiful. Knock em dead.”

“I’ll call you soon as I’m done.” He promised and hangs up. He squared his shoulders and makes his way to the stage, taking his place. He closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. The music starts and Peter is suddenly fine. All his nerves disappear.

The dance involve a lot of footwork and Peter felt that he had it down. That was until his feet got caught and he crumpled, crying out in pain. His head cracked against the stage as pain shoots up his leg. Then all went dark.

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Pepper rolls her shoulders as an ambulance pulled up.

“What do we got?” She asked an EMT.

“Shattered leg and likely a fracture on the skull. Felt like his entire leg is broken. It’s pretty bad.”

Pepper immediately leapt into action, helping get the gurney down. Her stomach dropped when she sees the face of the person on the stretcher. She turns to an intern standing with her.

“Page Stark. Now.”

“Stark? But shouldn’t we page ortho-”

“Page Stark! Now! Put ‘Iron’. He’ll know what it means.”

That was their code word for ‘drop everything and get your ass here to help me’. Pepper hurries along side the paramedics.

“Peter? Peter! Stay with me!”

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