Apartment above Stark Industries

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Steve came in--panting slightly--with the last of the grocery run. There had been a note on the calendar that helpfully told him that he and Tony were apparently hosting a cookout tonight (!) and between them, they had zero cooking skills.

...this would not change as they got older, no, but it came as more of a shock now. "Okay," he said. "I got hot dogs and buns and every kind of potato chip they had. That should be enough, right?"

[OOC: For the guy! Party post in a sec!]

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"I don't think that at all," Steve said earnestly.

[imafuturist]

"You'll still stick around?" Tony asked, biting his lip in the face of all that earnestness.

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"Idiot," Steve said fondly, taking Tony's face between his hands and kissing him. "Of course I will."

[imafuturist]

"Good," Tony said, trying not to sound as relieved as he felt. He grinned and kissed Steve again. "Awesome."

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"I don't want to do anything we're both not okay with," Steve said. "And right now that's...kissing and no funny stuff."

Be more 1930's, Steve, please.

[imafuturist]

"Funny stuff?" You had to know he'd pick that to be amused by, Steve. You had to know.

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Steve blushed. "You know what I mean."

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned, nose wrinkling up in delight at how Steve reacted. You know, now that he wasn't in a panic anymore.

"I guess I do."

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"Good, because it's not polite to get specific," Steve declared.

[imafuturist]

"Sharing is also caring." Tony, no.

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"No," Steve said, turning crimson.

[imafuturist]

"I'm teasing," Tony said, leaning into him. Not too much because they didn't need to fall over right now.

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"I knew that," Steve said after a beat that told Tony he absolutely hadn't known that.

[imafuturist]

"I like you, Steve," Tony said, sticking close because he was a clingy little barnacle.

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"I like you too," Steve said, cheeks pink. "A lot."

[imafuturist]

"Good," Tony said, kissing him on the cheek.

That was a normal response, right? Oh god, it was the blind leading the blind.

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They really were just extremely terrible at this.

Steve kept squeezing his hand, trying come up with something useful to say.

Judging by the awkward silence that was starting to stretch, he didn't come up with anything.

[imafuturist]

"Wanna get me a drink while I start the grill?" he asked.

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"Sure!" Steve said, incredibly eager to help. "Soda?"

You were getting celery soda, Tony. Fair warning.

[imafuturist]

"...we have beer too." HE'D SEEN THE SODA YOU BOUGHT, OLD MAN.

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Steve's eyebrows drew together. "How'd you get beer?" he asked, frowning.

[imafuturist]

"They delivered a keg." Mysteriously. He wasn't gonna question it.

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"But we're not old enought!"

Oh, Steven.

[imafuturist]

"Someone else must have ordered it," Tony replied. "And it'd be, like, rude to let it go to waste."

Right? That was the logic he was going with.

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Steven wrinkled up his nose. "But we're not old enough."