I like to think Tony’s bedroom has a divider wall with a fireplace, that he leads Steve in by the hand one evening. Steve is blindfolded, but smiling as Tony babbles about everything but why he’s blindfolded.
Steve immediately picks up on the scent of fruits and the heat of the fireplace going. His expression goes soft as Tony goes quiet and sits Steve down. He lets Steve go and Steve leans back on his palms as he listens to Tony undress. The soft slip of fabric is almost muffled by the murmuring crackle of the fireplace.
It lulls him and he almost, almost startles as Tony begins to undress him next, but he just sighs pleasantly and let’s Tony work. When the first piece of fruit touches his mouth, Steve grins and curls his tongue out to gently take it.
Over the course of the evening, Tony feeds Steve fruit and champagne -for the taste- and then begins to feed Steve sweet sauces with his body. A strip of strawberry sauce along the tendon in his throat that Steve nips at and sucks the pool of juice from Tony’s clavicle.
A circle of chocolate that traces the scars of where the arc reactor used to be and, if Steve spends an inordinate amount of time at Tony’s nipples… Well, Tony isn’t complaining.
Whipped cream comes with Tony’s fingers, shoved between Steve’s lips as Steve’s cock thrusts deeply.
It’s sticky and messy, and the blindfold is ruined by juices, but it’s one of the most erotic things Steve’s ever been a part of, and as he slides caramel-coated fingers around Tony’s cock to hear Tony come, he decides it’s his favorite anniversary.
Steve breaks out of the containment room he wakes up in and he runs. He takes out a few men pretending to be Army, avoids the fake women, and runs. He gets out onto the street, feet taking him fast and far despite their tingling awareness of “awake”. He runs until his body feels like his own again, shoving past more people until one body doesn’t move.
Steve slams into them, spilling hot liquid -he thinks it’s hot- down the fronts of them both. Steve is more shocked that the guy hadn’t moved, too shocked to really take in the surrounding city yet. Part of him registers the smell of New York, something that never changes, but another part registers too much noise.
But the man hadn’t moved.
“Well, I certainly hope you can afford drycleaning, handsome,” the man says, peering at Steve over red-tinted glasses.
“You didn’t move,” Steve says dumbly.
“Generally not when I’m perfectly taking up my own space. Especially not when someone looks like a purse snatcher.”
“Purse snat-what?” Steve is panting, arms akimbo, confusion and distress probably radiating off of him like crazy.
The man cocks a brow then his head.
“Pretty hardcore jog you got there. Late for a date?”
Steve’s heart is ground to dust beneath the man’s expensive-looking heel. His head is reeling, his soul aching. He looks around at the ad-ridden Square and takes a breath, buries it all deep down.
“Actually, yeah… Yeah, I had a date. She’s… She’s probably long gone by now.”
The man is quiet for a moment and looks off to Steve’s left.
“How about that?” He says to himself then smiles at Steve, and Steve is struck by a sense of familiarity.
“Turns out I just spotted someone I really don’t want to speak with, so you’re going to let me buy you a coffee while I replace mine, and you can tell me all about this pretty lady you let get away.” he takes Steve’s elbow, and Steve… lets him, and guides him into a shop that doesn’t smell like coffee at all, but as the door swings shut behind them, a girl behind the counter calls out.
if steve’s going to fill our punk role here, he absolutely takes up spray painting. there are spots in town that are absolutely chock full of vulgar vandalism, but someone’s been covering them up lately with beautiful art. that first day tony notices steve sketching, he also notices how steve eventually gets up, kind of looks around, then swings his heavy-looking back over his shoulder and darts off. tony thinks he’s been found out, but he soon realizes that this is? a routine of steve’s?
and so despite his mother’s voice in the back of his head (you’re going to get that new sweater of yours dirty, anthony), tony follows him, and he ends up spending the rest of the evening watching steve work on this billboard. one of its columns has been spray-painted with a bunch of obscenities, but it all gradually disappears as steve paints flowers twining up the column. he’s just about as short as tony, so he can’t reach the higher parts, but what he can reach has been transformed into absolute art. from a distance, it looks like they’re crawling out of the surrounding foliage itself, and it’s so pretty and oh boy tony is so in love, pepper, do you understand my dilemma here–
so that’s how tony starts following steve out and just watching him make art.
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