The Avengers - The best vintage

"It's boring."
"It's fresh."
"It's flat. Nothing is happening."
"Stop whining, maybe it's not what you're used to, but that's a young taste, give it time."

Steve froze in the corridor, overhearing a conversation between Tony and Pepper. What were they talking about..?

"I don't thinks so, Pep. I'm not convinced. Too young."
"That's the trait of it, Tony! It has to be like that!"

Tony sighed deeply. "Okay, it's not that bad. But it's young and innocent and I don't know, kinda sweet? I prefer more mature stuff. Like what we had some time ago."

Steve face quickly reddened. Were they talking about.. Oh dear God. He hightailed out of there, not wanting to hear anything more, too many thoughts pounding in his head.

He stopped when he reached his and Tony's floor, his face still burning, and a guilty feeling in his stomach. There was just one conclusion that came to his mind. Tony was bored with their sex life. He was right, it was more of sweet, innocent, still passionate, but it wasn't rough and.. kinky, as Tony was probably used to. For Steve it was more than enough. He never imagined that it could feel so amazing, but yes, he was young, he had no experience. Tony.. Tony had lots and lots of experience. And in comparison to all that stuff he did previously, sex with Steve had to be really boring. What was that name he heard in the TV once..? Vanilla sex?

Steve sat on their shared bed, running his hand through the cotton sheets. They were pleasant to the touch, soft and still luxurious as his boyfriend bought the finest stuff. When he started to share the bed with Tony, they had silk sheets. When Steve felt comfortable enough, he suggested changing the sheets for cotton ones, as silk ones, even if they looked amazing, was not the best choice to sleep in - too slippery.

Cotton sheets, gentle make out.. Steve felt like he was slowly depriving Tony of everything he was used to. Before he fully realized it, he was holding in hands a pair of handcuffs he took out from their nightstand - the ones they used from time to time, always on Tony, while Steve was doing with his lover's body what he pleased.

Maybe it was time to change that..

Tony was on his way up, sipping a glass of wine and carrying a bottle of the said wine. Pepper brought him a bottle of French Beaujolais Nouveau - a young wine, traditionally drank on the 3rd Thursday of November each year. To be honest, he didn't get the whole excitement about it - it was a young wine, who wanted to drink young wine? The whole pleasure in drinking wine was when it developed a more mature taste from the barrel, and had much more aromas. White wine? The younger, the better. But red wine? Young one? Yuck. He would rather stick to scotch.

"Hey Steve, you here?!" Tony called, entering their floor. Of course, he could ask JARVIS if his lover was here, but it was a thing he learnt from Steve.

"Bedroom!"

Slowly a grin appeared on Tony's face. Bedroom, huh..? He made his steps there and stopped in the threshold, surprised by the sight.

The curtains were down, and their bedroom was only lit by candle lights. But okay, that was something that happened more often. What really surprised him, was the bed. Silk sheets, a gold and red ones, were back. But what, or more who was on them, made Tony's heart skip a bit.

Steve. A very naked Steve, just a piece of sheets modestly covering his hips, handcuffed to the headboard. Handcuffed.

"Mr. Stark," Steve nodded from the middle of the bed.
"Steve.. What the.." Tony blinked, taking a small sip of wine. Did he already get drunk on that stuff..? When he gulped the wine down, he started to laugh. "Baby, what are you doing?" he asked with a wide smile. It was so not like Steve.

Steve's face fell. Wasn't that what Tony wanted..? "I.. uhm.. I.." he stuttered. What was he doing exactly? And what did he expect from it? That Tony would pounce on him? In a flash he felt his face burning again, as he looked down, biting his lower lip.

With a grin, Tony came closer. "Well?" he asked with an encouraging smile.

"I.. I heard what you were talking about with Pepper and.." Steve meeped out, feeling his face burning even more. What was going on? Why Tony just stood there? Steve expected his boyfriend to be already all over him and Tony just stood there doing nothing.

Tony chuckled slightly, making a connection. His sweet, sweet soldier. He put the bottle and glass down, gently lifting Steve's head by the chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "I was talking about wine. Not you," he explained softly.

Steve's eyes darted from Tony's brown eyes to the glass of wine and a bottle with a colorful label. Wine..?

"So.. I made an idiot out of myself?" Steve asked with a pout.
"Yep," Tony grinned.
"So.. can you get me out of these?"
"Oh, I will get you out," Tony's grin dimmed into something more sharp as he was tugging his shirt off. "After I have my way with you," he husked out, climbing on the bed and then at his beautiful soldier.

***

"You know, it tastes much better now," Tony said softly, using Steve's chest as a pillow, as he was swirling the ruby colored liquid in his glass with a satisfied smile. "You want to try it?"

Steve was trying to gather his thoughts as his world was still spinning. Not mentioning that he was still handcuffed. "Didn't.. you get a bit.. carried away?" he panted out, still feeling Tony's hands all over him.

"I'm not the expert strategist who got himself in handcuffs not thinking about the consequences," Tony answered with pleasure, taking another sip, shifting his head a little bit, finding a more comfortable spot on Steve's chest. "Why it's the first time we did it with you in handcuffs?"

"That's because.." Steve took a deep breath and flexed his muscles, pulling arms down. Tony got a bit startled when he heard the snap of the headboard, but relaxed again when Steve's warm hands looped around his waist.

"Oh. So I guess it wasn't that great if you were able to control yourself.." Tony tried to throw a nonchalant comment, but he was a little wounded.
"I was too distracted to gather my strength," Steve smiled against his lover's ear, kissing it softly and pulled Tony more to him.

A smile was back on Tony's face. "You know, I think I'm gonna work on some alloy to keep you in place. And on some stronger handcuffs. And maybe some more fun stuff to use.."

Steve kissed the smaller man's head as an answer. "Fiine," he breathed, just to shut up his lover. "But the silk sheets need to go."

Tony snorted. "Fine. I never liked them anyway," he shrugged.
Steve's eyes snapped wide open. "Then why we were sleeping on them?!"
"I wanted to show off," Tony rolled his eyes dramatically. "They look nice."
"You wanted to show off? In front of me? Knowing that I slept in army barracks?" Steve grimaced, remembering the rough blankets he was used to.

Tony laughed and Steve smiled feeling as his lover's stomach raised by the movement. "It got you in my bed, right?" he asked with a smile, turning a bit in Steve's direction. "Here, try it," he offered, putting the glass with wine closer to Steve's mouth, letting him take a sip. Steve took it, swirling the beautiful colored liquid on his tongue. It was delicately fruity, and a bit bitter and left a dry aftertaste in his mouth. Steve swallowed and scrunched his nose.

"I think I like a more mature taste.."
"How mature?" Tony asked with a smile.

"Something from the 70's," Steve purred, rubbing his nose in Tony's lovely brown hair.
"That's quite young. I think that 1920 is my favorite vintage," Tony purred back. "It was a good year for America!" he added jokingly, not able to stop himself.

Steve laughed softly. "It was a terrible year. You wouldn't say that, if you were there."
"But I'm here now. So maybe this year is the best?" Tony asked, drinking the rest of the wine and putting the glass away. He flopped around, climbing at the soldier.

Steve smiled, tightening his hold around his lover. "I think it's one of the many years that will be good for us."
"I couldn't agree more," Tony smiled back, locking their lips in a kiss.