Steve Rogers [Captain America] (
backin_theworld) wrote2012-11-27 09:36 pm
une image d'entre vous - rp for
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In Steve's head, this wasn't the first time he'd ask Tony to pose for him, in fact it had to have been the twentieth time, but he had yet to actually ask him. In person. For real.
One particular evening, Steve was down in the workshop, sitting in the middle on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap doodling away the things around. First Dummy, then the vector print of Iron Man's head mounted on the wall, and finally a rough sketch of Tony standing with his back to him working on something complicated.
He looked up, looked back down, cleared his throat and went for it.
"You should let me draw you." he brought up nonchalantly.
One particular evening, Steve was down in the workshop, sitting in the middle on the couch with his sketchbook in his lap doodling away the things around. First Dummy, then the vector print of Iron Man's head mounted on the wall, and finally a rough sketch of Tony standing with his back to him working on something complicated.
He looked up, looked back down, cleared his throat and went for it.
"You should let me draw you." he brought up nonchalantly.

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"Almost done." he announced without looking up.
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For a while Tony just watched him. He recognized that determined look from underneath Steve's brow as he took in every detail available, same as when he, as Captain America, was on the battlefield formulating strategies. But then Tony's mind broke off into different directions because keeping his mind still was next to impossible. The responsibilities as CEO Pepper had been drilling him about lately; he was meant to do something tomorrow. The argument with Fury about whether the Quinjets were SHIELD or Stark property (clearly Stark property). The new prototype for the armor delivery system -- he could see the pieces of this one in the darkness of his closed eyelids. In fact, that was a great idea. He shut his eyes to visualize it. Here he was lying naked on the couch which warmed beneath his skin. Couldn't hurt to shut his eyes for just a bit, right?
By the time Steve spoke, Tony had drifted off into a quiet sleep. He had been up for an undetermined amount of time, likely over twenty-four hours, and what sleep he had been getting, since Steve had stared sharing it, was sometimes plagued by unrest and nightmares.
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He looked peaceful, serene; the way his lashes lay soft and still on his lower lids still. His breathing was even, and his limbs relaxed. This was the first time he had seen Tony like this, and the thought of waking him seemed cruel.
But, he couldn't stay down there all night, not when he wasn't wearing anything. So, Steve moved to kneel beside the couch, and dragged a finger along his hip.
"Tony?" he practically whispered, not wanting him to startle awake.
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"Wha' time s'it?"
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"A little after one." he told him, giving him a small smile. "Come on, let's go to bed."
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"Happy now?" Steve grinned, propping an elbow up on the arm and onto his head.
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"Admiring your work up-close?"
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"Uh huh," he answered, distracted of course, lost in the feel of his warm skin under his fingertips. "I think you'll like it." he added in a whisper close to his ear.
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"This's been your plan all along, huh?" he teased.
It had been Tony's, at least.
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Steve deepened the kiss, almost intentionally stealing the other man's breath away. The way he moved against him, nudging closer to Tony's sweet spot before pushing himself in a little bit lower.
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When Steve's hips touch the bottom of Tony's raised thighs, Tony breaks his face away from Steve's and turns it to the side, presses it against the pillow to catch his breath and the words fall out: "Not all of us have super lungs, Steve. Some of us --- some of us... hnngh." He squeezes his eyes shut and tips his head back.
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And he wasn't even close to that point yet.
He moved his hand down, curling fingers around Tony in a firm hold. "Don't baby out on me now." he chided, kissing a trail down the side of his neck to the edge of the reactor.
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