MCU Ficlet: Direct Action
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kat_lair***
Title: Direct Action
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Tags: First Time, Misunderstandings
Rating: T
Word count: 681
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Tony makes an unambiguous statement.
Author notes:corvidology said 'write something for your big fandoms' and then got a ficlet about characters she had to google just to check what they look like. :D
Direct Action on AO3
"Tony," Bruce says. "What are you doing?" Both the name and the question come out perfectly calm and even which is something he's distantly proud of. But only distantly, because most of his conscious mind is preoccupied with the thing Tony is. Doing.
In Bruce's bed.
Naked in Bruce's bed. Well, it's conjecture, there is a strategically placed sheet but Bruce is almost hundred percent certain there is nothing but skin under it so. So.
He blinks and thinks about surreptitiously pinching himself.
"I'm taking direct action," Tony answers. There's a grin so wide on his face it's not difficult to see it's mostly bravado. But bravado is Tony's specialty so it's hell of a display. "I'm... How does that saying go? Offering myself up on a gold platter. Well," he laughs and Bruce winces, because it sounds fake, like one of those laughs Tony puts up for the reporters. "I didn't think you'd appreciate an actual gold platter, so I made do with the bed, although I definitely could've gotten-"
"Tony," Bruce interrupts and steps fully into the bedroom, letting his white-knuckled grip on the doorway go.
Tony's mouth snaps shut. There's a little flash of satisfaction deep in Bruce's stomach at that but he pushes it aside. For now.
"Explain," he says, and then adds a belated but heartfelt "please," at the end. He's standing by the bed know, and Tony has to tilt his head up a bit to talk to him. It's... not a bad angle. Bruce focuses extremely hard on keeping his eyes on Tony's face and not on the miles and miles of muscled arms and torso and legs and...
"It's been brought to my attention that you're not taking my extremely obvious flirting at all seriously," Tony says. The smile has dropped into something more self-deprecating and Bruce doesn't like this version any more. "And I get it." He shrugs. It makes the muscles of his whole back shift in a way that leaves Bruce dry-mouthed. "So, I thought a more unambiguous statement was necessary."
"Tony," Bruce says. "I don't doubt that you really do want to sleep with me. I'm maybe a bit... oblivious at times, but I'm not stupid."
A light goes out in Tony's eyes. "Ah," he says. "I see. Or at least I do now. I'll just-" He starts to get up, gathering the sheet around him, but doesn't get far.
Bruce stops him with a hand to his chest, fingertips skimming the edge of the arc reactor. "I wasn't done," he says and pushes Tony back to the bed. He lands with a little 'oof' and a bounce off the mattress.
"I have no doubt that sex with you would be..." Mind-blowing. Spectacular. Incandescent. "Great. But..." Bruce swallows, but he doesn't see any other way out of this without hurting Tony. "I don't really do one-time things. It's just not... How I'm wired." His turn to smile in a way that's more sad than anything else. "And I know that if we were to sleep together, I would get... Attached." Even more so than he already is, but Tony doesn't need to know that part.
Tony stares at him, his brilliant, well-oiled, state of the art, gears clearly turning at lightning speed. It takes only about three seconds for the penny to drop. "Oh," he says. And then, contrary to all expectations, "Awesome."
"What?" This conversation is not going the way Bruce expected it to.
"Awesome," Tony repeats. Then he snags Bruce's hand in one of his and tugs gently. "Please, come get attached. As attached as you'd like. Maybe even permanently attached. Like super glue attached. Welded together attached."
And. Well. Bruce has just bragged about not being stupid. And Tony sure is living up to his promise about delivering an unambiguous statement. It's an equation with only one solution, but with infinite variations. Bruce's favourite kind.
He lets himself be pulled down and helps himself to what Tony is offering, hands dipping under the rumpled sheets, Tony's mouth opening sweet and easy under his, full of promise.
***
Title: Direct Action
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Pairing: Bruce/Tony
Tags: First Time, Misunderstandings
Rating: T
Word count: 681
Disclaimer: Not mine, only playing
Summary: Tony makes an unambiguous statement.
Author notes:
corvidology said 'write something for your big fandoms' and then got a ficlet about characters she had to google just to check what they look like. :DDirect Action on AO3
"Tony," Bruce says. "What are you doing?" Both the name and the question come out perfectly calm and even which is something he's distantly proud of. But only distantly, because most of his conscious mind is preoccupied with the thing Tony is. Doing.
In Bruce's bed.
Naked in Bruce's bed. Well, it's conjecture, there is a strategically placed sheet but Bruce is almost hundred percent certain there is nothing but skin under it so. So.
He blinks and thinks about surreptitiously pinching himself.
"I'm taking direct action," Tony answers. There's a grin so wide on his face it's not difficult to see it's mostly bravado. But bravado is Tony's specialty so it's hell of a display. "I'm... How does that saying go? Offering myself up on a gold platter. Well," he laughs and Bruce winces, because it sounds fake, like one of those laughs Tony puts up for the reporters. "I didn't think you'd appreciate an actual gold platter, so I made do with the bed, although I definitely could've gotten-"
"Tony," Bruce interrupts and steps fully into the bedroom, letting his white-knuckled grip on the doorway go.
Tony's mouth snaps shut. There's a little flash of satisfaction deep in Bruce's stomach at that but he pushes it aside. For now.
"Explain," he says, and then adds a belated but heartfelt "please," at the end. He's standing by the bed know, and Tony has to tilt his head up a bit to talk to him. It's... not a bad angle. Bruce focuses extremely hard on keeping his eyes on Tony's face and not on the miles and miles of muscled arms and torso and legs and...
"It's been brought to my attention that you're not taking my extremely obvious flirting at all seriously," Tony says. The smile has dropped into something more self-deprecating and Bruce doesn't like this version any more. "And I get it." He shrugs. It makes the muscles of his whole back shift in a way that leaves Bruce dry-mouthed. "So, I thought a more unambiguous statement was necessary."
"Tony," Bruce says. "I don't doubt that you really do want to sleep with me. I'm maybe a bit... oblivious at times, but I'm not stupid."
A light goes out in Tony's eyes. "Ah," he says. "I see. Or at least I do now. I'll just-" He starts to get up, gathering the sheet around him, but doesn't get far.
Bruce stops him with a hand to his chest, fingertips skimming the edge of the arc reactor. "I wasn't done," he says and pushes Tony back to the bed. He lands with a little 'oof' and a bounce off the mattress.
"I have no doubt that sex with you would be..." Mind-blowing. Spectacular. Incandescent. "Great. But..." Bruce swallows, but he doesn't see any other way out of this without hurting Tony. "I don't really do one-time things. It's just not... How I'm wired." His turn to smile in a way that's more sad than anything else. "And I know that if we were to sleep together, I would get... Attached." Even more so than he already is, but Tony doesn't need to know that part.
Tony stares at him, his brilliant, well-oiled, state of the art, gears clearly turning at lightning speed. It takes only about three seconds for the penny to drop. "Oh," he says. And then, contrary to all expectations, "Awesome."
"What?" This conversation is not going the way Bruce expected it to.
"Awesome," Tony repeats. Then he snags Bruce's hand in one of his and tugs gently. "Please, come get attached. As attached as you'd like. Maybe even permanently attached. Like super glue attached. Welded together attached."
And. Well. Bruce has just bragged about not being stupid. And Tony sure is living up to his promise about delivering an unambiguous statement. It's an equation with only one solution, but with infinite variations. Bruce's favourite kind.
He lets himself be pulled down and helps himself to what Tony is offering, hands dipping under the rumpled sheets, Tony's mouth opening sweet and easy under his, full of promise.
***
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