Steve settles back on the bed with a thump, reaching up to grasp Tony's shoulders when the other man settles all over his lap. Suddenly all he can smell is scotch on Tony's beard and the spearmint burn of toothpaste on his breath. Stark's collarbones, the soft blue glow of the arc, eclipse his view.
"That's bullshit. You know me better than most people by now."
His voice is a little strangled, alarm and confusion rushing up to meet each other as Tony's breath ghosts over his face. He feels vaguely like he should be mad about Tony imposing himself into his personal space but instead worry is the emotion that takes root.
Worry because he can still smell the scotch and see the slight haze in the other man's eyes. Worry because Tony getting up close and personal with him usually only happens when they're both asleep, or when Tony is sober enough to drink in his discomfort and amuse himself with it. Though it'd been weeks since he's done that...
"Stark?" Steve asks, pushing a bit at Tony's shoulders, looking up from the chest that's in his line of sight and taking in the arc-lit face looking down on him. Steve's mouth feels abruptly dry and that worries him more than the scotch and the timing combined.
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Date: 2012-09-27 03:35 am (UTC)"That's bullshit. You know me better than most people by now."
His voice is a little strangled, alarm and confusion rushing up to meet each other as Tony's breath ghosts over his face. He feels vaguely like he should be mad about Tony imposing himself into his personal space but instead worry is the emotion that takes root.
Worry because he can still smell the scotch and see the slight haze in the other man's eyes. Worry because Tony getting up close and personal with him usually only happens when they're both asleep, or when Tony is sober enough to drink in his discomfort and amuse himself with it. Though it'd been weeks since he's done that...
"Stark?" Steve asks, pushing a bit at Tony's shoulders, looking up from the chest that's in his line of sight and taking in the arc-lit face looking down on him. Steve's mouth feels abruptly dry and that worries him more than the scotch and the timing combined.
"What are you doing?"