Tony's Greek Island, Friday afternoon [NFB for distance]

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Tony had flown Steve, Patriot and himself to their Greek island as an apology for forgetting to emerge from the lab for the first part of the break between classes. (The Greek island had been a gift for something else. Steve tried not to think about it too hard. Sometimes he had to let Tony be Tony.)

The weather was hard to complain about: 80 with bright sun and a light breeze, perfect for laying out next to the pool wearing nothing but a smile (after going for a long, clothed, hike and having a big lunch because Steve had to be Steve, too). Sunscreen had been applied because even the super serum couldn't completely counter the Irishness, and Steve had a book about World War II that was getting enough wrong to keep him entertained.

Mmm, vacation. He tilted his head towards the door Tony had disappeared through a few minutes earlier. "How are the margaritas doing?" he called out.

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"Love you," Tony murmured, shifting closer to try leaving marks on Steve's neck and shoulder.

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"You can go harder," Steve said. "Please go harder."

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Tony hummed, biting down harder to do just as Steve asked. Because he was giver! And because Steve said 'please' and that did things for him.

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Steve moaned and rocked into Tony. "Like that."

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"Love when you're like this," Tony murmured, scratching his nails along Steve's shoulders and arms.

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"Naked?" Steve teased softly.

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"Always naked," Tony agreed with a nip. "But telling me exactly what you want."

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"I'm not embarrassed to ask any more," Steve admitted.

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"Oh, never be embarrassed with me," Tony said, kissing the bite he'd left. I always love peer certified review."

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"You are perfect," Steve said, shivering.

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Tony laughed, relaxing a little more against him with that. "Now. I think we were planning to put you in the Mile High club."

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Steve slid his hands up around Tony's face, cupping it and running his thumbs along his facial hair. "Is this where I get to be appalled about when you joined it?" he teased.

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"If you got appalled by that sort of thing, I don't think you'd ever stop," he teased.

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"Oh, I'm pretty open-minded these days," Steve said with a smile. "I get to keep you."

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"Put a ring on it and everything," Tony replied, turning his head to kiss the palm of Steve's hand.

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Steve smiled fondly at him. "Because I'm smart."

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"I am going to make this the best flight of your life," Tony decided with that. Because it was too sweet.

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Steve smiled. "Challenge accepted."

His history of flying was generally speaking, not the stuff of great memories, so he was happy to change that.

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And now it would be a very weird mix!

Tony kissed him again, intent on getting him nice and riled up for this.

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Steve melted against him, no longer self-conscious.

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"Supplies?" Tony asked, letting out a pleased little sigh.

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"It's your plane," Steve said teasingly. "Are they under with the floatation devices?"

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Tony laughed and nipped at his bottom lip. "It is our plane. Hold on," he said pulling away from Steve to grab for their abandoned pants.

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"Hurry back, it's drafty," Steve said.

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"Ah ha!" Tony said, fishing out some lube from his pants. Which was there the whole time or on the way to the jet. That was for Steve to decide.