The Avengers - pre-Stony request - Too slow

Tony was tossing around in his bed. In his huge, enormous bed, which would probably fit three more average size people without any problem. But he wasn't interested in average people anymore. Who he really wanted in his bed, was a floor below him, or maybe the whole tower below him, currently working his ass off in the gym. And what a nice ass it was. Tony did allow himself a minute or two to think about Steve, thoughts more than impure, before shaking his head angrily. He was getting sick of this. All of this.. Was going to slow for his liking. Tony tried everything already - he tried flirting, making Steve jealous, ignoring Steve, heavy flirting, all of this having different effects, but never the one he wanted the most. The only thing that was left for him was jumping in Captain's bed. But that was so not in Stark's style - people were usually jumping in his bed, not the other way around. He groaned, rubbing his face with one hand, resting it on his goatee. He knew one thing for sure. If he won't get Steve in his bed anytime soon, he will drive himself crazy.

When he finally got up, after downing nearly a half of gallon of sweet, black coffee, he went to his workshop, knowing that sooner or later, Steve will show up. It was something he did nearly every day, sometimes bringing Tony food, or just sitting on the couch, sketching God knows what. They rarely talked, both too busy, but they still acknowledged each others presence and found that it had a soothing effect on both of them. It was during this time, when Tony noticed that Steve felt something more for him. All those little gestures were pointing that - like each time he hurt himself during work, which still happened more often that he would admit to, Steve was already rushing in his direction, worry and guilt clearly showing on his face, like it was his fault. Tony just rolled his eyes, and let him take care of his burns or cuts, or whatever it was this time, secretly enjoying how blond's facial expression was changing from a worried one, to a fond one, while he was looking with soft eyes at damaged skin, his hand holding Tony's hand for a while longer than it was necessary, sometimes ending with a small kiss on his forehead or cheek, as that was supposed to make everything better. Tony was getting used to Steve in his workshop and sometimes when he was tired, and sometimes when he wasn't, just pretended to be to have a proper excuse, he strolled to Steve, taking place on the couch and flopped on his stomach, head resting in Steve's lap, claiming that he needs to rest for a while, and blond just smiled down at him, running a loving hand up and down his spine, or ruffling Tony's brown hair gently. All this was loving and sweet, but it continued for a while, and never went past this invisible line, distinguishing friendship from something deeper. So today, Tony was determined to make Steve to admit, that it was more than friendship.

When Steve finally showed up, looking annoyingly good and perfect, and flashed a perfectly happy smile at Tony, before he plopped down on the couch near the entrance, Tony already had a whole plan in his head. He gave Steve few minutes to settle on the couch and start, once again, sketching, before he turned slightly in Steve's direction, holding a hammer in his hand.

"Hey Cap, mind if I put on some music?" he asked casually, twirling the tool in his fingers, well knowing the answer already, because Steve was just too polite to say no. And, as he predicted, Steve moved his head up, smiled and told him to feel free. Tony nodded his head and soon music filled his workshop. Then he turned his back to Steve, taking a bent piece of metal, and started to pound it in the rhythm of the music.

"We've been here too long, trying' to get along, pretending' that you're oh so shy.."

Tony kept pounding the metal, seeming to be engrossed in his task. Steve in the meantime, lifted his head up, confused look on his face as he was listening to the lyrics, which Tony saw just perfectly in the shiny piece of metal, he kept pretending to straighten.

"I'm a natural ma'am, doin' all I can, my temperature is runnin' high.."

Tony noticed with a satisfied smirk, that Steve's eyes got a bit wider.

"Cry at night, no one in sight, an' we got so much to share.."

Tony wiped the sweat from his forehead, still completely ignoring Steve, and put the hammer down.

"Talking's fine, if you got the time, but I ain't got the time to spare.."

In one swift motion, his tank top was gone and Tony grabbed back the hammer in his hand.

"Do you wanna touch, yeah, do you wanna touch, yeah, do you wanna touch me there, where.."

Chorus repeated and with every "yeah" Tony pounded the metal hard, well knowing how his biceps and back muscles were flexing with every swing he took, giving Steve a real show. He tilted the metal gently and saw that Steve even stopped blinking, his mouth slightly opened, blush creeping on his face.

"Every girl an' boy, needs a little joy,all you do is sit an' stare.."

Steve flinched, his face now completely red, as he guessed that these words were directed to him.

"Beggin' on my knees, baby, won't you please, run your fingers through my hair.."

Steve suddenly bolted from the couch, his sketchbook falling to the floor, as he rushed to get out of the room. Tony smirked, putting the metal down. Steve wasn't going anywhere.

"My, my, my, whiskey and rye, don't it make you feel so fine.."

He turned around, walking slowly to the soldier, who was now blushing furiously, realizing that can't get out, as Tony probably had JARVIS block the door. Steve pressed his back to the glass, as trying to disappear through them.

"Right or wrong, don't it turn you on, can't you see we're wastin' time, yeah.."

Tony walked over to Steve with a knowing smirk on his lips, enjoying how adorably embarrassed and sheepish the bigger man was looking right now. He got closer to him, pressing him even more into the glass door, fingers tangling in his blond hair, lips getting closer. Before the song ended they were kissing hard and passionately and Tony was delighted with the fact, that although he was the one who initiated this whole situation, it was Steve who first locked their lips together.

When Tony woke up the next morning, his bed was not empty anymore. Steve was holding him tightly, his hands wrapped around Tony's waist and Tony turned around in his hold, gently bumping head under soldier's chin, surprised how well their bodies fit. But they didn't do it. They cuddled and kissed, but nothing more. Still, Tony was satisfied. Steve was worth taking things slow. And Tony planned to keep him in his bed for a very, very long time.