Well he hasn't actually crawled into bed with the Captain in quite a long time. But, drunk as he is, inhibitions lowered, Tony actually hadn't thought about what he had been doing. He still blames too cool fingers and toes finding always warm skin.

Poor Steve.

Tony climbs halfway out of bed and then slips to the floor, crouching and then kneeing in front of the blond. His hands aren't actually sure where to go, so he selects 'shoulder' from the mental list of options.

"Yeah, don't bother." His other hand, rough and wide, the hand of an engineer, lightly brushes the Captain's long, exquisite neck. That came from a bottle, Tony reminds himself to keep his heart rate down. "Did you hurt yourself?"