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Original Fiction
The second story in Steve and Tony's saga started in The Beginning
NC-17
This story is set several weeks after The Beginning and is more couply and romantic, but of course there's still hardcore sex ;)
Steve carefully refilled his and Tony's glasses shaking his head silently. Tony's friend David watched him and smiled sympathetically, Steve smiled ruefully back. David was about the only one of his lover's friends that he liked, so a party full of a bunch of tossers who hated him as much as he hated them was not his idea of fun. But it was for Tony's company and it was his place, so who was Steve to complain. Sighing again as he realised he'd have to squeeze past Tony's little fan club to get back to his lover, Steve braced himself and walked up behind the group.
"He's a little bitch, I can't stand him."
"He's not even contributing to the bills from what I hear."
"Well, he is unemployed. Oh no wait, I'm sorry, he's a writer."
There was a giggle and Steve stiffened angrily. If he'd hated them before, finding out just how two faced they were just made him angrier, and sadder.
"He has got a peachy little arse though, maybe he's paying Tony in kind."
They all laughed and Steve had to bite his lip to stop himself from retorting angrily. Carefully, as his hands were shaking, Steve put the drinks down and walked away, climbing the stairs to hide in the bedroom. A rentboy? Is that how they saw him?
Steve sighed and sat on the bed. Maybe they were right, maybe he was taking advantage of his lover. The older man had let him stay for weeks, months, and asked for nothing in return, even when Steve had tried to offer. And whenever Steve mentioned maybe heading home, Tony would just say he could stay for as long as he wanted.
What did that mean? God, he was so confused. He wanted to stay, loved living with Tony. His lover was kind and sweet, generous to a fault and fucking awesome in bed, and Steve really, really liked him, more than liked him if he was honest with himself, but what did Tony want from him?
Steve propped his head in his hands and sighed again, trying to decide what, if anything, to say to the older man.
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Tony frowned, suddenly realising he hadn't seen Steve for a while. "Excuse me," he murmured to the group he'd been standing with and wandered into the kitchen, looking for his lover.
"David, have you seen Steve?" Tony asked his best friend.
"He was going to find you," David shrugged, "But that was ages ago."
Frowning again, Tony headed upstairs and opened his bedroom door. Steve was sitting on the end of the bed looking very despondent. "Hey," Tony said softly.
Steve blinked and looked up. He couldn't help a smile. "Hey," he replied.
"Hiding?" Tony asked softly, moving into the room and shutting the door behind him.
"Sort of," Steve said with a shrug.
"Mind if I join you?" Tony smiled at the younger man.
Steve shrugged again. "It's your place," he muttered not quite sullenly. He didn't want to take out his bad mood on the blond.
"I suppose," Tony said slowly, wondering what was wrong. "But you live here too, if you want some privacy, I'll go."
"No, I don't," Steve exclaimed in frustration. Tony raised an eyebrow and Steve felt himself flush, "I mean, it's okay, stay," he amended.
Tony smiled and sat down next to his lover. "So what's up?"
"Your friends don't like me," Steve said quietly.
"Oh?" Tony put an arm round the younger man's slender shoulders.
"Tony, they look at me like I'm something they trod in," Steve huffed.
Tony pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh at his lover's outraged expression.
"I'm serious," Steve sighed, "And I don't like them either to be honest, well, except David, he's okay." He looked away from the older man. "Maybe you should be getting back, I'm just going to stay here and wallow."
Contemplating his lover for a moment, Tony shook his head. He didn't want Steve to mope on his own, and there seemed to be something else going on. "No, I'll stay with you," he said quietly, "I don't really like most of them myself."
"Really." Steve raised an eyebrow disbelievingly.
"In fact, I'd much rather hide up here with you," Tony murmured, leaning in to nuzzle the smooth skin of the smaller man's neck.
Steve sighed, dropping his head to the side reflexively to give his lover more room. He no longer cared that there was a house full of party guests who didn't like him, Tony liked him and was starting to show it, nibbling at the tendon in Steve's neck in a way that they'd both discovered turned him on in a matter of seconds.
"Tony," he breathed, twisting his head up to push at his lover, nudging until his mouth met soft lips and he moaned happily.
They could never seem to get enough of each other and Tony was more than happy with the way things were going. Steve had been living with him since their first night together and the weeks had flown by. He worked, Steve wrote, they went out occasionally and they had a lot of sex. But it was more than that, Tony just liked being with the younger man, talking, cuddling in front of the TV, giggling as they played computer games, snuggling in bed. It never failed to amuse and touch him when Steve wrapped himself in Tony's body every night.
He nipped at Steve's bottom lip with a smile, sweeping his tongue inside when his lover yelped quietly. Tugging gently, Tony pulled the smaller man into his lap, kissing him harder, clutching his hair to pull him as close as possible. Steve moaned again and rocked into him, the hard length of his cock already pressing into Tony's groin.
"Mmm, God," Tony gasped. His lover was so fucking hot and Tony wanted to taste him. He pushed the smaller man back, sitting him on the bed again.
"Wha, Tony?" Steve gasped at the sudden lack of hot body against his. He half opened his eyes, mouth curving into a smirk at the sight of the beautiful blond on his knees in front of him.
"What are you smirking at?" Tony asked with a grin, sliding his hands up slim thighs.
"You gonna suck me off, lover?" Steve asked with a drawl.
"Maybe," Tony replied, raising an eyebrow as he cupped his lover's hips, running his thumbs up the creases between legs and groin. "Do you want me to?"
Steve grunted, pushing into his lover's touch as his cock jerked in his pants. "Yes," he said.
Tony smiled. "How much?" he asked.
"Oh God, Tony," Steve groaned, pushing up into strong hands again.
"Enough to beg?" Tony continued, sliding his hands over Steve's groin, gently massaging up the length of his erection.
Rocking up helplessly, Steve nodded urgently, heat and want coursing through his body. "Tony," he whined needily.
Tony licked his lips and squeezed Steve's cock through his jeans. "Beg me, Steve," he murmured.
"Ungh, Tony," Steve groaned, "Don't tease, I want you."
"Beg me," Tony repeated softly, rubbing his lover's crotch. He loved watching the smaller man strain for control, loved to see the conflict in big, blue eyes. Steve was not a man who begged, but Tony could reduce him to pitiful pleading on occasion.
Tony bit back a moan, the thought making his dick ache with the need to bury himself in the other man's tight little arse. He was teasing Steve, not himself, but his lover tested his self-control constantly.
Cupping Steve's balls, Tony pressed his fingers up behind them into his guiche.
"Oh fuck," Steve groaned, electricity shooting up his spine, gut clenching with desire. "Fuck, Tony, please."
Smiling again, Tony started to unbutton Steve's jeans. "Please what?" he asked softly. His lover's arms were trembling as he leaned back, his hips pushing forward against Tony's hands.
"Please, Tony," Steve moaned, "Please, I need you to touch me." He couldn't take the teasing any more, Tony made him so hot and needy, it was incredible.
"Just touch you?" Tony asked, wrapping his hand round Steve's exposed cock.
Groaning again, Steve pushed up into his lover's hand, the tight grip perfect for his need. "Want your mouth," he managed, panting as Tony stroked him slowly.
"That doesn't sound like begging," Tony said, grinning at his lover's writhing.
"Tony, please," Steve almost sobbed with need. Pleasure was building in his groin but torturously slowly, Tony's long deliberate strokes just weren't enough. "Please, suck me."
Finally, Tony gave in and leaned forward, lapping over the tip of the cock in his hand to taste his younger lover, before sucking him into his mouth. He groaned quietly, the feel of Steve's hot, heavy length on his tongue, the silkiness of his cock, was so good. Tony loved the taste of the younger man and slid further down his erection, swallowing hard, holding Steve down as he moaned and bucked.
"Oh God," Steve gasped, falling back onto the bed as his arms gave out. The wet heat of Tony's mouth was too good, strong tongue and gentle suction combined to set every nerve alight. "Harder," he mumbled, thrusting up into his lover's mouth desperately, he needed to come.
Swallowing hard, Tony cupped Steve's hips and pinched down brutally on the thin skin over the bones. His lover cried out, bucking uncontrollably.
Pain combined with pleasure and Steve came, shooting deep into his lover's throat. "Yes, Tony, fuck," he gasped, sucking in a breath, relaxing slowly onto the bed as his lover licked him clean and tucked him away.
"Feel better?" Tony asked with a cocky grin.
"Mmm," Steve muttered, "You are a bloody tease."
"And you are so sexy when you beg," Tony teased.
Steve sat up and pulled his lover close for a kiss, tasting himself in his lover's mouth hungrily. "What about you?" he murmured, slipping one hand down to cup Tony's erection through his trousers.
"I'll keep," Tony said, kissing back. "I want to fuck you good and hard, so I'd rather wait for an empty house."
Shivering with renewed lust, Steve nodded. "Okay," he agreed.
"Are you coming back down?" Tony asked.
"Do I have to?" Steve whined.
"Of course not," Tony chuckled, "You don't have to do anything you don't want."
Steve smiled, his lover had unconsciously addressed one of the issues on his mind. "But you want me to?" he asked softly.
"Yes," Tony nodded, "I like spending as much time as possible with you, why do you think I keep asking you to stay?"
Shrugging, Steve looked down at his hands, "I don't know."
Tony frowned and sat back down. "What's wrong, Steve?"
"I like staying with you, Tony, but that's all it feels like," Steve sighed, "You don't let me contribute so I don't really know where I stand."
"I'm sorry," Tony sighed, "I was just trying to help because you're not working." He grimaced. "Besides, it's not like you don't do anything, you cook and clean..."
"What am I now, the little woman?" Steve snapped angrily, pulling away from his lover.
"That's not what I meant," Tony said firmly, "I don't see you like that, baby, I just, I just want you to stay, that's all. But I didn't want you to feel obligated to stay." He sighed quietly, chest clenching with worry. What if this was it and the younger man finally left.
"I'd better go home," Steve said quietly. Tony's face fell, pain visible in his eyes and Steve felt his heart flip. "I need to get my stuff if I'm going to stay for while."
Breath hitching in relief, Tony looked up and smiled. "Really?" he asked quietly.
Steve smiled, weight lifting from his shoulders and the knot of tension in his gut dispersing now he understood. Tony felt the same way. "Yeah, I want to stay," he said. "Tony?"
"Yes?"
"What if I said I wanted to stay for a long time," Steve started tentatively.
Blinking, Tony met bright blue eyes hopefully. "How long were you thinking?" he murmured, leaning in to kiss his lover softly.
"Maybe," Steve swallowed nervously, "Forever," he whispered.
Heart lifting happily, Tony smiled and kissed the younger man again. "Are you sure that's long enough?" he asked softly.
It was the first time either of them had really spoken of their feelings and Tony was overwhelmed. It had been a worry in the back of his mind since they'd met that one day he'd wake up alone, or that he'd come home to an empty house. He pulled his tiny lover into his lap, holding him close.
Steve sighed happily, wrapping his arms round the big man's neck and burying his face in blond hair. "I'm giving you my housing benefit though, okay?" he whispered, nibbling gently at the shell of his lover's ear.
"Okay," Tony chuckled.
"No more rentboy comments," Steve muttered darkly.
"What?" Tony gasped, pulling back, "Who said that?" he demanded angrily.
"It doesn't matter," Steve said, grimacing. He hadn't meant Tony to hear him.
"Yes, it does!" Tony exclaimed. It took a lot to get him angry and Tony was furious. "Who the fuck was it?"
Steve blinked and swallowed. He'd never seen Tony like this and to know that his lover was reacting protectively over him was incredibly hot. "Your fan club," Steve said quietly, licking his lips.
Tony growled in annoyance. He knew exactly who Steve meant; a group of guys who hung around him because he was too nice to tell them he didn't actually like them. But now they'd pushed their luck too far.
He stood up, carrying Steve with him, and stalked to the door. "Come on," he said.
"Tony, put me down," Steve squeaked, tapping his lover's shoulder.
Tony nodded and set the smaller man on his feet, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the stairs. "Can I have everyone's attention," he said loudly once they'd reached the living room. "Steve is moving in permanently, if anyone has anything to say about it, they can say it to my face or get the fuck out of my house."
Steve grinned and leaned against his lover, smirking at Jules, Gav and Arnie, Tony's fan club.
Arnie glowered, "What, are you stupid?"
"For letting you lot hang around for so long, possibly," Tony snapped, "You insult my lover in my home and you think I'm just going to take it? Get out."
"But Tony," Jules objected.
"I said," Tony hissed, "Get. Out. Go and find someone else to leech off."
The three men, plus a few others left immediately and Tony breathed in deep, still angry.
Steve bit his lip, his lover was so fucking amazing and he was so turned on, cock hard and leaking just from watching the bigger man like that. He pressed himself closer to his lover, letting Tony feel the insistant length of his erection.
"Well done," David chuckled, "It was about time."
Sliding his arm round Steve's waist, Tony pulled the smaller man up, almost lifting him onto his hip, and bent his head, leaning against Steve's forehead. "Yeah," he breathed.
Steve grinned. "You're beautiful when you're angry," he whispered, "Fuck me right now."
Tony sucked in a breath, anger transmuting to lust, red hot and urgent. He took Steve's mouth in a fierce kiss, tongue plunging deep, only barely aware of David shepherding everyone out of the house.
The front door slammed and Steve grinned against his lover's mouth. "Want you," he gasped, tugging at Tony's shirt so he could get to smooth, golden skin, touching all over, gripping and pulling at his lover as they kissed hard and deep, biting and sucking.
Ripping Steve's shirt off, Tony dipped his head, pressing sucking kisses to pale skin, working down to pierced nipples. He glanced up with a smirk, Steve was rocking into his hip desperately, clutching at him, hotter than Tony had ever seen him, but he wanted his younger lover out of control.
Hot tongue rasped over his nipples and Steve groaned, jerking his cock harder against his lover, need taking over, electricity coursing through him. Tony bit down and Steve screamed, pain combined with pleasure, so good, and God, he needed his lover. He slipped a hand down to the blond's crotch, cupping and squeezing his cock.
"Steve," Tony groaned, bucking into his lover's hand.
"Need you, baby," Steve murmured, "Want your cock so deep inside me I can taste it."
Tony turned, lifting his smaller lover up, throwing him onto the couch before he unzipped his trousers and knelt down. Grabbing Steve's ankles, Tony yanked him back and flipped him over.
"Hey," Steve yelped, startled, cock jerking needily at his lover's rough treatment.
"Too much for you?" Tony asked, sliding his hands under his lover to unzip his jeans.
"Never," Steve retorted, pressing his arse back against the bigger man's erection. "Fuck me!"
Tony pulled Steve's jeans down to his thighs and pushed his cock against firm buttocks, rubbing up and down the crease. Steve groaned quietly, his cock pulsing against the couch.
Leaning over, Tony dug in the coffee table for a condom, ripping open the packet hurriedly. He was so hot for his lover, wanted to bury himself inside Steve's tight arse, deep and hard.
"Fuck me," Steve growled needily.
"Patience," Tony laughed, somehow managing to sound controlled. He rolled on the condom and pushed his dick to the entrance of steve's body. "I'll fuck you when I'm ready."
"Please, be ready," Steve muttered. He was aching for cock now, he felt so empty.
Tony smirked and pushed hard, sliding all the way into his lover in one long stroke.
"Oh fuck," Steve gasped, breathless with burning pain, his lover's dick stretching him wide. Tony barely gave him time to adjust, pulling out slowly. He hissed and his lover reached up under him, pinching a nipple.
"God," Steve grunted, hips jerking back reflexively. It was so good, pain merging with pleasure, pushing him higher. "God," he repeated, "Tony, need..." He stopped, gasping for breath.
Steve was so tight, his arse clamped round Tony's cock like a vice. He grabbed the smaller man's hips and yanked him back onto his cock hard and fast, his gut clenching at the groan from the younger man.
"Yeah, like that," Steve breathed, squeezing down around the hard length impaling him. "Fuck me through the couch, baby."
With a groan, Tony leaned over his lover's slender back, sliding one arm tightly round his chest and levering him upright so he sank further down his cock.
"Oh yeah," Steve sighed. Tony lifted him up slowly, the sucking stretch of cock leaving him was amazing, his lover's strength just making him even hornier. He braced himself and plunged back down, gasping at the pain-stained pleasure that shot through his groin, precome dribbling profusely down his cock to the hair round his balls. "Tony," he gasped.
"Yeah," Tony murmured. He lifted his lover up again and pulled him down, hips jerking up into the stroke. Their flesh slapped together loudly. "God, you feel good."
"Mmm," Steve moaned, giving up control of his body to his stronger lover, Tony almost using him as a substitute for his own fist, jerking him up and down over his cock, harder, faster, deeper. Steve wrapped his hand round his aching erection, stroking himself quickly, want, need taking him over. "Gotta come, fuck!" he gasped.
Letting go of Steve's hip, Tony slipped his hand under his lover's slender body, searching out the metal piercing the skin between balls and arse. He pushed up, twisting the bar hard.
With a scream, Steve convulsed, his entire body stiffening with agonised pleasure, come exploding from his body as he bucked on top of his lover.
"Oh God," Tony groaned, burying himself deeply inside his lover's clenching passage, balls tight, tension releasing as Steve's arse milked his orgasm from his body. "God, you're so hot."
Steve slumped down, exhausted, satiated and in a little pain. He felt amazing. Tony kissed his neck and he let his head drop back onto his lover's broad shoulder. "That was amazing," he murmured.
"Mmm," Tony agreed. He held on tight, nuzzling creamy smooth skin. "Should ask you to move in more often," he said eventually.
Steve chuckled, "I should get insulted more often," he said, "Seeing you get all protective like that was sexy."
Grinning, Tony kissed his lover's neck and gently lifted him up, easing his softening cock free. Steve fell forward and Tony chuckled, lightly slapping his bare arse.
"Hey," Steve complained mildly.
Frowning, Tony looked a little closer. "You're looking a little red, baby, you okay?"
"I'm fine," Steve replied, "Better than fine, you always fuck me perfectly."
"You're good for my ego," Tony laughed. He slid off the condom and tied it, throwing it in the general direction of the bin.
"Tony," Steve started quietly.
"Yeah?"
"Will you come with me?" Steve asked, feeling a little nervous about going home. He hadn't seen his parents for a while and he'd never been totally open with them. His mother knew but didn't mention it, his father knew but denied it. But if he was moving in with Tony, Steve wanted to them to know they were together, not just room mates.
Tony stroked the younger man's spiky hair, easing him back up so he could see his face. "Of course I will," he said with a soft smile. "It'll be fine."
Leaning into his lover, Steve sighed. "I hope so."
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