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Something On My Mind

Summary:

During a team game of Never Have I Ever, Tony finds out that Steve has done—some things with men.

Things spiral from there.

Notes:

A fill for the following prompts from the Community Prompt List: The Avengers play Never Have I Ever at their Christmas party, and revelations happen, post-Endgame party and drunk flirting

There are some mentions of pot in this, just a heads up.

Hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it 💗

Big thanks to Jen for the help with beta!!

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Chapter 1

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Tony’s a few decades too old to be playing Never Have I Ever, but he’d be lying if he said he isn’t enjoying this, everyone together for their first real Christmas party post-Thanos, loose and happy, more than a few drinks in—of both the alcoholic and nonalcoholic variety.

He feels loose, too, almost drunk, but the good kind of drunk. The kind of drunk he rarely was. There’s nothing but grapefruit soda in his shot glass, but the joy of being together with the team after so long, of being whole, Nat with them, right where she belongs, is enough to make him feel almost tipsy.

He fills his glass with another splash of soda, and then settles in for the next question. So far, the game has been innocuous enough, or what passes as innocuous for them, anyway. Never have I ever stolen anything. Never have I ever gone skinny-dipping. Never have I ever tried pot.

Fun, but ultimately boring.

Tony’s waiting until everyone’s proper drunk to start asking the real questions.

It’s Bruce’s turn now, and he’s taking an awfully long time to think of something. Well, they’ve gone a few rounds already. Aside from truly naughty questions, there’s not much else that can be asked. He watches Bruce pause all of a sudden, gaze flitting down at his drink.

Oh, this is going to be good.

"Never have I ever…sucked dick," Bruce says finally. It comes out sounding like a question. Tony snorts.

Rhodey’s shocked "What?" is almost comical.

"I don’t know!" Bruce replies, scratching his neck. "We already covered all other interesting options! It’s just, you know." He shrugs.

Tony snorts again, toasting him.

Then he takes a shot because, you know.

Across from him, Nat takes one, too, winking at him. Next to her, Rhodey and Thor drink too. Unsurprising. Tony smirks at that particular memory with Thor. And next to him—

Tony stills, almost spilling his drink.

Steve’s throwing back his drink too.

It’s—

Tony blinks and then forces his gaze away when he realizes he’s been staring at the long line of Steve’s throat. He looks around the room frantically, but no one seems to have noticed Steve drinking, or seems to even care. As if Steve sucking dick is—

An everyday occurrence.

Maybe it is, and Tony’s the only one who doesn’t know. Maybe Steve has been quietly going through the entire male population of New York City and Tony’s been none the wiser.

It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. Tony’s relationship with Steve is famously, historically—not the closest of the team, although they’d gotten better at being friends over the last year. Rebuilding the city, rebuilding the compound, and most importantly, getting Nat back, had gotten them closer in ways that not even working together on the gauntlet had.

Tony would call them friends now. Probably. Although, friends would probably know if their friend has been sucking dick, or has sucked dick in the past. Tony knows all the dicks his friends had sucked. That’s just—true friendship, in his book.

He shakes himself out of it when he notices himself staring. Again. Steve’s face is turned away, deep in conversation with Sam, but his cheeks are a deep red color. Tony curses himself silently, feeling caught. Looks like the conversation has moved on. No time to think of Steve—doing things to men. With his mouth. And his big hands, maybe.

He drains his shot, the sharp, sweet taste of the grapefruit clearing his mind a little.

The game goes on. Tony barely listens. Images of Steve doing unspeakable things assault his mind relentlessly. He’s in hell. He’s relieved when the game finally ends and everyone disperses to do other things around the room. Rhodey goes to smoke with Bruce and Nat on the balcony, but it’s too cold out for Tony’s liking, so he settles on the couch instead, pulling his phone out.

Pepper has sent him a cute selfie of her and Morgan dressed in their penguin pajamas. It hurts, still, that it’s over, but—Tony is learning to live with it. Every day, it gets a little easier. He and Pepper had always been friends, before anything else.

A shadow falls over him. Tony switches off his phone and leans back—to find Steve looking down at him. He blinks, heart jumping to his throat.

"Hi," Steve says, smiling lopsidedly.

"Hi," Tony replies, clearing his throat.

Steve scratches his neck. "Sorry, don’t mean to interrupt whatever you’re doing. I just—everyone’s out there." He nods at the balcony. He pauses for a long moment. "And we haven’t talked all day, really. So. I figured I’d come say hi."

Tony hums, fighting to keep a straight face. If this was any other day, he’d be overjoyed by Steve coming up to him, but in light of recent events—

Scratch that. They are friends, and Tony’s always happy when Steve seeks him out. He cocks an eyebrow. "Not a fan of marijuana, Steve?"

Steve scrunches up his nose. He’d finally tried it on Halloween for the first time, and hated it. It was a hilarious night.

Tony snorts, patting the space on the couch beside him.

Steve smiles and rounds the couch, plopping down. Their knees touch, purely accidentally, but Tony feels the contact like a shock to the system, tingling up his spine. He crosses his legs, but then Steve unwraps one long arm and puts it on the couch behind Tony’s head, hand just barely brushing Tony’s head.

If Tony didn’t know any better, he’d assume Steve was flirting with him.

But that can’t be. Steve wouldn’t, would he? Then again, Steve now apparently likes sucking dick, so what does Tony know—

Tony pushes the thought away. Steve’s just very drunk. Thor had brought back this awful ale with him from New Asgard, and has been plying Steve with various, dangerous-looking cocktails all night. Tony’s pretty sure he had seen something bubbling earlier.

Yes, that’s it. Perfect explanation.

"So," Steve says, with a smirk. "That was a fun game."

Okay. Tony blinks. Looks like they will talk about it.

"Yeah," Tony replies. Then, before he can stop himself: "Very revelatory."

Steve hums, watching Tony for a long moment. It’s making Tony itch. "You’re a lot more, hmm, reserved than I thought," he says finally, and then chuckles like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever found out about Tony.

Tony’s mouth falls open. "Reserved? What?!"

No one’s ever called him that.

Steve shrugs. "Never went skinny-dipping? Never took part in an orgy? I don’t know, I expected more from the great Tony Stark."

Tony frowns. He knows he is being teased, but damn, if this isn’t bruising his ego. "I mean, at what point is an orgy considered an orgy? Like would a foursome be an orgy, because in that case, I did take part—okay, stop laughing."

Steve covers his mouth with his hand, eyes dancing behind his palm.

"Reserved," Tony scoffs, shaking his head. "Don’t ever insult me like that ever again."

"Sorry," Steve says, eyes crinkling.

Tony hums, holding Steve’s gaze. It’s not fair that he’s the only one floundering, even if he doesn’t really mind being the object of Steve’s good-hearted teasing. But he wants to hit back, wants to make Steve blush and cover his face again, wants—

Well, he wants a lot of things.

Something must show on his face because Steve has stopped smirking, watching him back with a quiet sort of anticipation in his eyes. This is a mistake of epic proportions, maybe, probably, but—

Tony slouches back into the couch, hands on the back of the couch, the picture of casualness. "Why are we talking about me, when you’re the one that’s doing wild things like…" He trails off when Steve’s eyes widen, imperceptibly. Gotcha. A rush of something a lot like euphoria swells up in him. It’s overruling his better instincts. He leans in, letting a filthy smirk appear on his face. "Things like sucking dick."

There, he said it, and he’s even managed to keep a straight face.

Steve doesn’t reply, but Tony can see him visibly swallow. After a long moment, Steve sets his shoulders, a determined look crossing his face. "I don’t think there’s anything particularly wild about enjoying a nice, thick—" He bursts out laughing before he can finish the sentence, presumably at the lock of shock on Tony’s face. He buries his face in his hands after a moment. "God, I’m so drunk. I am sorry, I don’t…" He trails off, peeking out his fingers at Tony. His cheeks are flaming.

Tony decides to have mercy on him. Steve is drunk. There’s no way he would’ve joked about sucking dick otherwise. Although he does have a filthy mouth on him, which Tony had been very delighted to find out. "No, I am sorry," Tony says, grimacing. "I shouldn’t have brought it up. What you do in private, is entirely up to you. Nothing wrong with, uh, you know, sucking dick. I apologize for making you uncomfortable."

Steve waves him away. "You didn’t." He pauses, opening his mouth. Then he shuts it again, which—

"What?" Tony asks, cocking one eyebrow.

Steve huffs out a laugh. "Nothing."

Tony narrows his eyes.

Steve hums, watching him. "I saw you looking at me earlier," he says at length, biting at his thumb. The move is oddly sexy.

Tony’s heart jumps to his throat. "Well, we were sitting opposite each other—"

"I wanted you to see me take a shot," Steve cuts in, holding his gaze.

Tony’s tongue feels heavy in his mouth, all of a sudden, his shirt a size too tight.

He has no idea who this Steve is, and he’s not sure that he’s liking it, being on the back foot in whatever the hell’s going on right now. His gaze flits to the balcony, but no one is looking. Through the sliding glass doors, he sees Thor telling an animated story, hands waving around wildly. Rocket is sitting on his head, looking similarly engaged. No one is paying attention to them.

It’s making him bold. It’s making him stupid.

He trails his gaze back toward Steve, letting it linger on Steve’s mouth. "Why is that, Steve?"

Steve’s breath leaves him in a rush. "Because I want…" He trails off, giving Tony a meaningful look. Oh, and now he’s shy.

Tony wants him to say it. He spreads his legs. "Why, Steve?"

"You want me to say it?" Steve asks after a beat. "Alright, I’ll say it. I wanted you to see me because I want to suck your dick. How about that."

Tony swallows heavily. "How about that," he repeats after a moment. Hardly eloquent, but his mind is stuck, Because I want to suck your dick coming out of Steve’s lovely, red mouth echoing around his brain in an endless loop.

Steve huffs out a quiet laugh in reply. He feels closer, suddenly, although he hasn’t moved an inch. Had Tony? He looks down at where their knees are touching again. His hands are itching to reach out, and, he can reach out, he realizes with a start, because Steve wants him. Wants him enough to be bold. Wants him enough to spread his legs and arms, to look at Tony with heated, dark eyes. But—

He’s drunk. Absolutely sloshed, actually. He wouldn’t say something like this on any other day. The realization hits Tony like a bucket of ice water.

Figures Steve’s just a particularly horny drunk. Tony lets out a hysterical laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s gotten carried away.

They’ve gotten carried away.

"You’re drunk," he says, trying to put some distance in between them.

"I won’t be drunk in ten minutes."

"God, you’re a menace," Tony says, genuinely shocked. Who is this man? "You do this often? Because I’m not sure how I feel being another notch in your belt."

"There’s no one like you," Steve replies, whip fast, like that’s an entirely normal thing to say.

"Fine," Tony says, heart pounding, deciding this on a whim because they are doing this apparently, and he won’t be outplayed. "Meet me in my room in half an hour."

Now it’s Steve’s turn to blink speechlessly at him.

"What," Tony snorts, one eyebrow cocked. "All bark and no bite?"

Steve snorts, his mouth curling into a smirk. "Make it twenty."

The balcony doors slide open with a loud jerk, but neither of them looks away from each other. Tony nods after a moment, oddly calm now that they’re on the same page. "Alright, see you in twenty."

He gets up, not sparing Steve another glance, and moves toward where Bruce and Nat are laughing at the other side of the room. Behind him, he’s sure Steve is moving toward Barnes and Sam. He’s not sure that this is wise, what they’re about to do, in fact, it definitely isn’t, but—

If Steve’s willing to make this mistake, so is he.

They’ve done crazier things.