Apartment Above Stark Industries, Saturday afternoon

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It was the Marine Corps birthday and despite the unforgiveable flaw of not having been a Marine (their words), Steve had been invited to be the guest of honor at the Marine Corps Ball in Washington, DC.

He sighed as he opened his closet and removed his dress blues. A Marine Ball was pretty much as formal as an occasion called for, so that meant all the medals, which were--if he could whine inside the safety of his mind--darn heavy.

Undershirt, dress shirt, dress pants, suspenders, shoes polished so he could see his reflection in them--the Marines absolutely would notice if they weren't--he checked his reflection one more time to make sure his hair hadn't inexplicably done something strange in the ten minutes since he'd last looked, and then shrugged into the coat and picked up his uniform hat.

"Tony?" he called. "You just about ready? Happy hour will be starting soon."

[OOC: For the guy and totally related to my schmancy RL plans tonight!]

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"And deserve to be rewarded for it," Steve agreed with a little smile, already finishing one burger and starting on the second.

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"And so do you," Tony said, moving onto his shake. He leaned back on the couch to watch Steve.

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Steve took a little longer on the second burger, mostly because he kept stealing not-at-all covert glances at Tony drinking his shake.

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And Tony didn't help at all, making a production at how good it was with breathy little noises and eyes closed in rapture.

Because he was an asshole like that.

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"Brat," Steve murmured, shifting a little uncomfortably in his seat.

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"Me?" Tony asked, tugging his bowtie loose.

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"You," Steve said, finishing his second dinner and putting the trash in the can. On his way back, he removed his jacket and set it carefully on a chair, then turned back in his shirt, suspenders and pants. He toed off his excessively shiny shoes and made his way back over to Tony. "Hi."

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"Hello, gorgeous," Tony said, not quite sitting upright, but poised to at a moment's notice.

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Steve reached out and pulled Tony closer by his untied bow tie, then kissed him.

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Tony went along without an hesitation, letting out a pleased little sigh as he ran his hands up and down Steve's back.

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"Been wanting to climb into your lap and muss you up all night," Steve said, straddling Tony's legs.

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"I'm all yours," Tony murmured, pulling him closer. He untucked Steve's shirt, eager to get his hands on bare skin. "God, I like you in uniform."

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"Even with all of those Marines around?" Steve asked. "Theirs are the best looking dress blues, aesthetically speaking."

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"Aesthetically speaking," Tony repeated, trying not to laugh. "I only have eyes for you, darling."

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Steve kissed him again. "That was a very good answer."

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"It's the truth," Tony replied, sitting up to chase that kiss for more.

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Steve ground his hips down a little against Tony's. "For me too, sweetheart," he said softly.

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Tony sighed, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of him for a moment more. He trailed his hands down to Steve's hips to help keep him balanced.

And to shamelessly cop a feel as his,gabds dipped lower.

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Steve chuckled, dipping his head to suck a bruise just below Tony's ear. "Do lap dances involve so much touching?"

Because he really, really wanted the touching.

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"Technically--only you're supposed to touch," Tony replied, not at all stopping what he was doing. "'M supposed to keep my hands to myself."

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Steve pressed even further against Tony's lap, shuddering a little at how good that felt. "Probably should be music, too, though," he said, blowing a breath of air across the bruise he'd made, "so we're not really being authentic anyway."

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Tony made a desperate, hungry noise at that. One hand moved up to clutch at Steve's shirt tightly like maybe that'd ground him.

"Could play some on my phone. How about The Star Spangled Man--" he began, knowing full well that Steve would have Thoughts on the subject.

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"No," Steve said immediately, then tilted his head to the other side of Tony's neck to bite down hard--knowing full well that wasn't exactly a disincentive for Tony. At all.

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The laugh at that cut off into a groan that was broken and cracked in the best possible way.

"Thank God it's scarf weather."

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“I might have been counting on that,” Steve admitted, sliding a hand along Tony's shirt and then sliding down to his knees. “Think of this as a trial run on the under-the-desk fantasy,” he murmured, unzipping Tony's pants.