Apartment about Stark Industries, Saturday morning

[heroic_jawline]

When Lucas opened his eyes and didn't recognize anything it wasn't all that unusual for him. He was, after all, a very famous and sought after movie star and he didn't have to sleep alone unless he wanted to.

He didn't always stay over but hey, maybe he could wrangle some breakfast and another round...

"Hey, babe," he said, snuggling in and copping a feel--

Not a babe.

"--bro. Hey there, bro."

Totally smooth recovery, right? Right.

[OOC: For poor, poor Tony.]

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[imafuturist]

"Bro?" Tony had the fortunate, or unfortunate maybe, luck of waking up perfectly normal. Imagine that.

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Like Lucas was supposed to remember his name?

"What's wrong with bro?" he asked, voice at least an octave lower than it needed to be.

[imafuturist]

"Do you have some sort of throat cold," Tony started to ask before turning around to eye him and pausing. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

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Lucas's eyebrows were working overtime (which was saying something, man). "Lucas Lee in the flesh, man. You're welcome."

[imafuturist]

"JARVIS, take a picture of young thug Steve for me?"

Tony was a terrible boyfriend.

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"Dude, there's someone else here takin' pictures?" Lucas asked, sitting upright in bed.

And flexing because you're welcome. "Don't sell 'em to TMZ without cutting me on half, okay?"

[imafuturist]

"Sure," Tony replied dryly. "So, Lucas, huh? I don't have nearly enough coffee to deal with this."

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"I could use some coffee, too," Lucas said hopefully. "Got a PA around here to go get some?"

[imafuturist]

"Yeah, it's called getting up and walking to the kitchen!" Tony called back, putting on Steve's clothes because they were comfy, damn it.

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And because he missed Steve, shhh.

"But that's why there are, y'know, people to do that," Lucas muttered, getting out of bed too and pulling on a pair of track pants.

[imafuturist]

Shhhh. No one must know!

"If you can't get your own coffee, something better be wrong with you." Like sleep deprivation.

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"Terminal case of hotness, man," Lucas said, chuckling. "Does that count?"

No. That's not a thing.

[imafuturist]

"...no." Oh god, Tony had never been this bad, had he?

[heroic_jawline]

NEVER.

"Fine, we'll have coffee, you can give me a breakfast something-something and then I'm outta here," Lucas decided.

[imafuturist]

"Try not to piss anyone off. Steve would never stop apologizing," Tony replied. "And you can sleep on the couch if the hotel isn't up to standards."

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"Who's Steve?" Lucas asked. "I don't do threesome. Well, mostly. Is Steve a chick?"

[imafuturist]

"Yes. Steve the woman." That super feminine name.

[heroic_jawline]

"Is she hot?"

Well, "she" looks like you, Lucas, so...probably not a dealbreaker.

[imafuturist]

"Very. A shame that you just missed 'her'," Tony added, starting the coffee so he could process this.

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"You kicked her out to bang me?" Lucas grinned. "Niiiiice!"

He held up his hand for a high-five.

[imafuturist]

Tony stares at the hand for a moment before giving in with a sigh.

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"Nice," Lucas repeated because he had a super extensive vocabulary.

[imafuturist]

Tony sighed once again, turning to grab coffee cups. "What exactly do you do, Lucas?"

[heroic_jawline]

"I'm a movie star, bro," Lucas said slowly. "Thrilled to Be Here? Let's Hope There's a Heaven?" He snapped his fingers. "You Just Don't Exist! That one cleared 50 mil at the box office."

[imafuturist]

50 million? Adorable.

"Never heard of them."