"Depends which end of the religious spectrum you're on." Steve's staring. At him. At his hands. And Tony knows this because he's been playing with him, moving his fingers around, touching his cheek, spreading fingers out on the solid oak table. That's pretty amusing because, let's face it, Tony's got some pretty masculine hands. There's really no part of him that speaks 'woman' so having Steve be honest to god interested is...
Crazy. Wonderful. He pushes himself up from the table and slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the reactor shining dimly through his t-shirt.
He doesn't approach, not really. He sort of side steps towards the counter, keeping the same distance between himself and the pretty blond. Pretty. He can't help but see him that way. Pretty and hypermasculine. All at the same time.
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Date: 2012-09-28 03:21 pm (UTC)Crazy. Wonderful. He pushes himself up from the table and slips his hands into the pockets of his jeans, the reactor shining dimly through his t-shirt.
He doesn't approach, not really. He sort of side steps towards the counter, keeping the same distance between himself and the pretty blond. Pretty. He can't help but see him that way. Pretty and hypermasculine. All at the same time.
"So what? Are you just curious?"