TFLN - RP for fbitchesgtmoney

[oldschoolpatriot]

(Steve had not been sure what to except when dealing with Tony drunk. Turned out, it wasn't all that bad. Though Tony was a little hands on and incredibly affectionate, once Steve managed to get him into bed and stay still for five minutes he fell asleep pretty easily. On top of Steve like a blanket. If he tried to move Tony made a cranky noise and wiggled more firmly on top of him.

Which was why he was still in Tony's bed at 6 am, his usual wake up time, with his Tony blanket still firmly in place. He very carefully tried to free himself and save them both from potential embarrassment.)

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[fbitchesgtmoney]

(He wasn't that bad. At least, he would claim that he wasn't that bad, and it could have been a lot worse. He hadn't wanted to go to bed right away when Steve arrived, instead attempting to pour them both another drink, though half of it sloshed onto the floor, where Steve had had to stop him from licking it up. It had been...a while, since he had been this drunk, but that was because most people got to this point long before him. However, Thor was not most people, and his attempt to out drink him, which had obviously failed, he had gotten to the point where he could hardly walk.

He had whined about Steve wearing a shirt, and tried to get him out of it, taking his own shirt off first to try and get the other to match it, but that hadn't worked. Eventually though, he had ended up in bed, tucked close to Steve, half on top of him, and murmuring happily about how they should stay like this forever because it was comfortable and perfect.

Despite being wasted, he was still a light sleeper, he always had been so every time Steve moved he would whine - his warmth was leaving him, after all, and he didn't want to lose that. So even in his sleep the grip he had on Steve's shirt was tight, and he stayed in the same position throughout the whole night. That, however, meant that when Steve tried to leave again in the morning, to do whatever routine he normally partook in, he was roused easily by it, and let out a soft whine as he tried to keep him still) No. (he mumbled crankily, opening his eyes just a bit to look up at Steve) Stay.

[oldschoolpatriot]

Let me get you some water. And aspirin. [He didn't think it was proper to be in bed with Tony at this point. Even though he slept very well under his Tony blanket.]

[fbitchesgtmoney]

'm fine. (The words were mumbled as he pressed his face against Steve's chest) It's cold. (Just ignore his nether regions, Steve. He's still going to keep his grip on him firm)

[oldschoolpatriot]

That's because we're on top of the blankets. [Tony hadn't let him pull the blankets back for nudging him into bed but at his protest Steve put an arm around him to give a little more warmth.] Are you sure you're okay?

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Oh. (There's a slight pause in the wiggling, but he doesn't let him move them just yet. And then there's his arm so he has nothing to complain about) Yes. My head is going to split open, but I'm with you.

[oldschoolpatriot]

Yes, you are. [Steve hated being cold so he's going to make sure Tony's warm.] There's no reason you should suffer.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Do you promise to come back? (he looked up at Steve, the hand that had been in his shirt going up to touch Steve's face, and then run up through his hair) I want to brush my teeth.

[oldschoolpatriot]

I'm not going to leave you. [Even though he had a routine, morning run, breakfast, training, meetings, doctors, more training, more meetings. He couldn't resist Tony being so openly affectionate.]

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Okay. I'm going to go freshen up. (He smiled a tired smile, and moved to sit up, wincing as he did, though he didn't groan until he tried to get up off the bed and promptly crashed into the ground. Well then) Son of a bitch.

[oldschoolpatriot]

Tony! [Steve quickly jumped out of bed and kneeled next to Tony, looking him over for injuries.] What happened? Are you alright?

[fbitchesgtmoney]

(Tony...was cackling. Alright, so maybe he was still a little drunk. He would probably have a bruise or two, but for now he was amused, looking up at Steve) My hero. (he reached up and patted him on the cheek) I could kiss you. After I brush my teeth.

[oldschoolpatriot]

I hope we don't have an emergency today. [He got an arm underneath Tony and lifted him easily to his feet. He kept the arm firmly around Tony to keep him on his feet.] I need to talk to Thor about the dangers of drinking contests.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

I'll manage. I just need a drink and I'll be fine. (Tony's arm went around Steve's shoulders, and he lead the way to the bathroom, though he let go of Steve before he entered it) No, I'm fine. I'll be fine. You just. Wait. And I'll be back.

(And with that he disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He was in there a good ten minutes, though when he returned he looked a bit more fresh faced and sober, clearly having washed his face and brushed his teeth. He had taken some painkillers too, and smiled at Steve) Hi.

[oldschoolpatriot]

You don't need another drink. Unless it's water.

[Left by himself outside, he cleaned the mess from last night. Then paced until Tony came out. He was slightly worried, but relaxed when he saw Tony looked marginally better.] Good morning. How do you feel?

[fbitchesgtmoney]

A bloody mary would be better.

Annoyed. (his reply was marginally annoyed, but the expression on his face was still affectionate as he looked at Steve) It's 6am. Do you always get up this early? (he moved, albeit slowly, back to the bed and laid down, groaning very softly) How are you?

[oldschoolpatriot]

I'm not letting you have another drink. Your liver isn't built like Thor's.

Yes. It's the Army in me. [He stayed where he was, watching Tony for any more signs of falling over.] I'm fine. [He was only freaking out a little about waking up with Tony so soon in their relationship.]

[fbitchesgtmoney]

My liver has gone through a lot throughout the years. I think it's a super liver. I'm very proud of it.

You should get something else in you. (he was grinning up at the ceiling as he said that, but then pushed himself up again, groaning softly, and getting up so he could go to his dresser and pull a t-shirt out. A simple, dark blue one that he pulled over his head, and then turned back to Steve) You sure? You don't seem...fine.

[oldschoolpatriot]

It should enjoy an early retirement for all the hard work it's put in.

There will also be breakfast at some point. [He was not going to think about what Tony might have possibly meant by that comment, though he was blushing so he was thinking about it.] I am, really. It's just... you know... [The best he could do was gesture between them.]

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Nah, I don't think it would want that. It's going to go strong until the end. Stark men are built like that.

When are you going? (because he has plans to crawl back into bed, pull the covers over his head and sleep for at least a few more hours. Depending on what he has to do that day. He dd, however, frown slightly at the gesture) I'm not sure I do, Steve. (He patted the space on the bed next to him) Come on. Talk to me.

[oldschoolpatriot]

Then no more drinking contests with Thor.

After my run. [Which would be almost the length of two marathons. And because he was Tony, he went over and sat next to him, resting his elbows on his knees and looking at his hands.] I overstepped by staying the night. I didn't mean to cross any lines between us.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

That's not fair. Next time he said he'd match my drinks three to one.

Can I come? (Although, if that's the case, he might actually die. It would be very likely that he would actually die) You...Steve. (And then he reached down to touch his chin, gently pulling him up to look at him, with a look filled with adoration and fondness and everything) I think that when I puke now it's going to be all rainbows and butterflies and shit. (He scooted a bit closer, and leaned in to rest his forehead against Steve's, though kept his eyes open so he could look at him) You didn't. You...Steve. In the past, every single time I have shared a bed with someone, i've had sex with them. And mostly left before they've woken up, so I don't have to see them in the morning, because I don't really care to. And most of the time, that's after having just met them during the evening. (He let his hand fall to Steve's, to take it and curl his fingers around his) You have no idea how hard it was not to kiss you last night. But I had enough sense left in me to not. Because I know you're...not ready. (He pulled back a bit and frowned, looking at the ground, though he still held his hand firmly) You have no idea how hard it is for me not to kiss you now. Bt. I don't want to be too forward.

[oldschoolpatriot]

That will get get you drunk and he'll just have a good time drinking the bar dry.

I think my training routine would kill you. [He didn't know what to do when Tony got close like that because it made his breath catch slightly and he can't help but look at Tony's lips. They were right there, after all.] I just... I don't have any experience with this. Not just you, but dating. I get nervous about... kissing. I really mean it when I said I've only ever had one. [He kept a hold of Tony's hand, squeezing just a little to reassure him.] You still managed to be a gentleman, mostly, last night.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

Well. At least he might get a bit more drunk.

Should I be offended by that? I feel a tiny little bit, even if I know your routine must be crazy. (Tony's nose bumped against Steve's cheek, and a small smile formed on his face as he spoke) I know. But, hey, we're going to explore all this together. Each other. Dating. My track record isn't pretty, after all. (he gave a slightly dry laugh) But I've kissed a lot of people. And some have been better than others. WIth home much I want to kiss you,, I'm pretty sure it's going to be great no matter what. (Tony looked at their hands, and then turned to him with a raised eyebrow) What do you mean, mostly?

[oldschoolpatriot]

I don't think he can get drunk unless it's alcohol from Asgard.

You can be, but I'm just looking out for you. It's a bit... intense. [Steve really liked this affectionate side to Tony. He kind of nuzzled his hair a bit, not sure what was acceptable but eager to find out.] You know I don't care about your past relationships. I just like being around you, but I don't want to... disappoint you. I have a thing about that. [Now the blushing was back.] You, uh, kept trying to get my shirt off.

[fbitchesgtmoney]

I want to go to Asgard. I'm sure they have some awesome parties.

Do you have to do it today? (he sort of wants Steve to just stay with him. All day. He didn't mind the hair nuzzling at all. It actually made him smile, and let out a pleased hum) I know. But I'm just saying, it's not like I'm some master expert at them. And. Steve. (He's going to lift his gaze again to meet his. Scooting just a bit closer to him and brushing a bit of his hair back from his face) You're not going to disappoint me. Don't think so much about that. Fuck, I don't want to fuck this up either, but I've always thrown myself head first into things, and sometimes I've crashed and burned, literally a few times, but mostly it's gone alright. (Tony looked at him, then the shirt, and laughed. And well. He let his fingers fall to finger th ehem of his shirt, hand slipping up to touch skin) I do like you shirtless.