That's when panic hits in force, when Tony's weight settles just right across his lap, when the rough brush of his beard is against Steve's chin, and the arousal that jolts like lightning down his spine stokes his worry into full on fear.
Something's happening here that Steve feels powerless to stop, like a train wreck he can't peel his eyes from, like the knot that gathers in his stomach just before he gets sick.
'Something stupid' Tony had said with warm breath on Steve's face and deft fingers playing along his jaw.
Steve's mouth is dry as sand, his body feels flush with heat. He doesn't know what to do with Tony's unsteady weight on his lap or what to say about the way his hands curl appreciatively around the firm lines of Stark's biceps when the other man leans closer.
He's got amazing arms, amazing hands. Steve could draw them for hours, mapping the lines, the bunch of muscles, the just-so tilt of Tony's wrists...
He HAS drawn them for hours come to think of it.
Maybe that was a sign that would have been worth picking up on before Stark was in his lap being warm and inviting and... damn it.
One large hand slides up from Tony's shoulder, fingers threading into fine dark hair, and Steve pulls him in to kiss him hard.
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Date: 2012-09-27 12:22 pm (UTC)Something's happening here that Steve feels powerless to stop, like a train wreck he can't peel his eyes from, like the knot that gathers in his stomach just before he gets sick.
'Something stupid' Tony had said with warm breath on Steve's face and deft fingers playing along his jaw.
Steve's mouth is dry as sand, his body feels flush with heat. He doesn't know what to do with Tony's unsteady weight on his lap or what to say about the way his hands curl appreciatively around the firm lines of Stark's biceps when the other man leans closer.
He's got amazing arms, amazing hands. Steve could draw them for hours, mapping the lines, the bunch of muscles, the just-so tilt of Tony's wrists...
He HAS drawn them for hours come to think of it.
Maybe that was a sign that would have been worth picking up on before Stark was in his lap being warm and inviting and... damn it.
One large hand slides up from Tony's shoulder, fingers threading into fine dark hair, and Steve pulls him in to kiss him hard.