Putting A Dent In The Gallardo… Worth It.
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Tony couldn’t run downstairs fast enough. He could never get over how speedy Steve could be when he had his mind set on something, namely sex, and by the time Tony made it down to the workshop, the blonde was already sprawled out on the hood of the Gallardo like a perfect 40’s pin up.
“Damn, Steve. When you look like that I almost don’t give a shit about how badly we’re going to dent my car…” Tony admitted, taking in the sight.
Regardless of how easily Tony could hammer out the dents later, regardless of how quickly he could make the car look like new, Steve was, in truth, worth more to Tony than his entire collection of cars… Though he’d never tell Steve that.
Steve smirked, stretching his arms above his head and displaying his tanned skin for Tony’s viewing pleasure. “I take it you like what you see?” He brought his arms down slowly, dragging his hands across his chest and stomach to play at the waistband of his jeans. “I’m not sure if you like the car or me better, though…”
He flipped open the button and dragged the zipper down slowly before plunging a hand down his briefs, hissing at the contact. Steve’s eyes were hazed over when he met Tony’s eyes again. “Want to come over here and tell me?”
Walks in smirking. “Hey guys, Fury wants to see you two.”
Follows quickly behind Natasha, “Tony, do you have any more alcohol ?”
I hate both of you so much right now… get out.
ARGH!! *Steve sits up and grabs his backup shield from the workbench and chucks it full force at the two cockblockers. It embeds itself three inches into the wall just behind them. He snarls.* OUT. NOW!
Make me brother dear.
Out, or I swear to god, I’ll tell Fury that you’re the reason I’m performing like shit in the field. *he turns his attention back to Tony* Tony, I don’t care if they watch, just please fuck me.
*A little shocked from Steve’s aggressive response* Honestly, I could care less if they watch… Hell, might up the ante a little. They can watch, sure. Either way, I hear your orders loud and clear, babe.
*whistles a catcall from the door and takes a seat over in the corner* By all means boys. Continue. *glances at Donald* Not sure how he’s going to feel about it though.
“I’m not going to watch a pregnant person have sex.” Turning around Donald leaves to go back to the kitchen and look for alcohol.
