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[ It was supposed to be a simple mission - that was why Steve had gone by himself. Some guy, doing who knows what with plants in an abandoned warehouse, and what kind of guy got his ass kicked by plants?

Steve Rogers, that's who.

He'd put an end to plant guy (who had apparently genetically engineered himself into a half-plant, half-human) and his weird ambulatory plant friends. In the process, he'd disturbed a bunch of hanging flowers that had covered him in pollen, and he hadn't thought anything of it, being immune to basically everything. Also, the plants had been trying to take actual bites out of him at the time.

A couple hours later, most of the bruises and scrapes are healed, Steve's showered all the sap and pollen and who knows what green stuff off and is hoping that there isn't any footage of giant vines kicking his ass being uploaded to Youtube. And then he starts feeling...weird. A little feverish, maybe, and he hasn't had a fever in decades. He shrugs it off and goes to work out.

Except halfway through working out, he feels arousal curl around his bones, the kind he can't ignore. He finds the nearest bathroom and leans his forehead against the cool tile, hands tugging his pants down and wrapping around his cock and pulling until he has the most intense orgasm of his life. There's a mess everywhere - Steve cleans that up - and he's still goddamn hard, as if he hadn't come at all.

Christ. He takes a long, cold shower, jerks off again in the process, and that doesn't resolve a damn thing. There's definitely something wrong with him, and that means he probably needs science to fix it. Which means facing Tony, and while they've made an uneasy sort of peace since Siberia, that doesn't mean he really wants to look at him and tell him that he has an erection that won't go down.

He gives it another fifteen minutes, and his dick is hard enough to hammer nails. He finds a hoodie to wrap around his sweatpants, because there's absolutely no way of hiding it, and makes his way down to Tony's lab. ]

Hey, Tony? You busy?

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[ Steve's eyes are wide and dark, and he has a little trouble focusing his gaze - even though Tony's hand is just on his forehead, the touch makes him shiver, shoots straight down his spine to his erection. Shit, shit, shit, he reaches up and gently pries Tony's hand away, resists the urge to put it on the bulge in his pants instead. ]

You've got equipment that's better at diagnosing things than most doctors for people, don't you? [ He sounds a little testy now. If he'd thought Tony was going to freak out about this, he would have just stayed in his room and...

Okay, he doesn't know what he would have done. But he's not going to go see a normal doctor about this, either. ]

[ Yeah see, that? That can also be the sign of fever. And like certain doom in Tony's books because, you know he isn't that kind of doctor. So what if his machines can deal with--

Wait. Right. FRIDAY can totally fix this.

Or at least make sure that Steve doesn't die in the next five minutes.

Tony runs to the far desk and fumbles around in the drawers for a moment.]

Yeah, but I use them for robotics, fuck. You are lucky I am a goddamned genius, you idiot. C'mere...

[ With a small cry of triumph, Tony is back, grabbing Steve's hand without preamble, just to jab him with the small blood sample reader he modified. It has a direct link to FRIDAY.]

Ha, FRIDAY, please analyze that for anything out of the ordinary, also, full scans of Captain Rogers here, make sure his lungs aren't about to close up on us, okay darling?

You got it, Boss.

I can breathe fine.

[ But now he's distracted by Tony's hand, and he slowly drags his thumb over the palm, feeling the calluses and lines. His fingers brush over his knuckles, and-

No. No, he's not doing this. He drops Tony's hand like a hot potato, uses the wheels on the stool to push himself away with his feet. Maybe he should've stuck his dick in an ice bucket or something. ]

Then what the hell--

[ Tony falters a little, the touch Steve focuses on his hand strange and intimate and-- what the fuck is going on. Tony blinks, rapidly, trying to assimilate the information because he is pretty damn sure that Steve just caressed his fucking hand and-- well Tony wasn't mad.

Just confused.

And now Steve was pushing away from him like Tony was the one with some weird contagious disease and--]

Alright then, Rogers, then what the hell is the problem?

Boss, if I might. It seems like there is a foreign substance in Captain Roger's blood sample that is probably thanks to his last mission. It is a completely biological substance and one that has a rather potent, if not delayed effect, on his libido. The blood sample reports coincide with the rush endorphins in his system, along with high levels of testosterone, as well as the prolonged erection that he has.

[ And that? That makes Tony pause. Because... what.

No really.

W h a t.]

Thanks, FRIDAY, you're a pal.

[ It's said through gritted teeth, and Steve's pointedly looking down and away from Tony as a blush creeps over him and suffuses his skin and- he's a little surprised there's enough blood left in his body that isn't in his cock, honestly, because that's what it feels like, but the blush spreads hot and red over his fair skin.

He's just going to crawl into a corner and die now. ]

[ Tony would really like to be able to say that he was able to process this information, really he would.

But his brain kind of stopped working at it's best when FRIDAY said potent effect on libido because-- no. This was some kind of cruel joke and why the fuck would Steve come to him? Why not some nameless person who was paid for their silence? Why would he come down here when Tony was surprised that the other could barely handle looking at him?

So yeah, maybe Tony is just blinking a little at Steve, a look on his face that does not look like he is about to laugh at all.
More like implode a little.

Because, yeah, playboy, but, uh, Steve Rogers. With one hell of an issue.

Hello, this is something out of fucking fantasy, isn't it.

Someone is playing a joke.]

You're fucking with me.

[ That is the only possibility. Steve found out about his crush and now was being-- not like Steve at all.]

[ Part of Steve is hoping for some genius way of solving the problem with science, and Tony is the most science-y guy he knows, so why wouldn't he come to him? But the other part, the part that's just thinking about sex, wants Tony's hands on him, wants Tony to be the one getting him off again and again and again. ]

Why would I do that?

[ His voice is strained and frustrated and god he needs to get off again. He very carefully keeps his hands away from the lower half of his body. ]

[ Look, he can come up with lots of different ways to solve this problem, okay. None of them are scientific, and all of them are things he has thought about before.

All of them also rely on him not thinking that Steve is trying to mock him in some way because-- because that is honestly the only thing that he can think makes sense right now. Tony is-- Tony is fucking flustered and a little furious because-- what the fuck.

Honestly. What. The. Fuck.]

I don't know! Because you-- you want to see me struggle with inner conflicts? You want to taunt me? Someone made some comment about my fucking infatuation and you thought you would come down here and see how far you could push? Fuck Rogers, I don't know!

[ Yeah, Tony knows none of that sounds like Steve at all but-- after the fiasco of the last while Tony really had no idea what to expect okay. He hasn't been trained for these kinds of situations, fuck.

Tony scrubs at his face, tries not to look at Steve despite how fucking strained he sounded and--]

Why would you come here? Honestly, Steve. I'm-- I'm a glorified mchanic!

Because you're a goddamn genius scientist! Because you're one of the few people I trust, even though I know you're going to give me shit about this for god knows how long. Because I already jerked off twice and it's not getting any better and Christ, Tony, you don't know what this feels like.

[ He buries his hands in his face. Maybe he should just go back upstairs and wait for this to resolve itself, however long that takes. If it even happens, because he's a little scared that something's broken and he's going to have to live the rest of his life with a goddamn huge hard-on. ]

When it comes to machines! Fuck did you even--

[ Nope. N O P E. He has not had enough alcohol to deal with this shit today. Wow. This is not--]

Boss, Captain Rogers. If I might. Boss, there are substances in Captain Roger's blood, therefore it is safe to assume that he is not, as you so put, fucking with you. However, may I suggest letting him? It might ease the tension between you both as well as the Captain's issue.

[.... did his AI just throw him under the bus.

Well, and Rogers for that matter.

Tony stops, mouth open with some other comment on his lips about Steve jerking him around, but he snaps it shut.]

FRIDAY, I am donating you to fucking Siberia.

...

[ Steve just lifts his head up and stares for a moment. ]

How- Tony, why is your AI telling us to have sex? Why does she even- no, wait, don't answer that. Why would she? This is just completely unreal.

[ And now he's burying his head in his hands again. PLEASE CAN HE JUST DIE ALREADY? ]

[ There is a pained noise from Tony as he turns a little and all but slams his head off the table. He cannot-- well actually no, he can believe FRIDAY. She was his AI after all and, he had spent the better part of her existence listening to him bitch about Steve in some form or another, she had her own personality and--

Yeah, Tony really should have seen this coming.]

Because she is my AI, of course, and she isn' nearly as polite as her older brother and, FRIDAY, fucking--

You're welcome, Boss.

[ You can hear the smug grin in her words. Why did Tony create these intelligences again?]

I'm ... sorry? Like, it probably has to do with-- uh. Stuff. And things. I just-- Fuck. Look, Rogers, it's not-- I would help you honest to god I would, but I am not that kind of doctor and, really? Having sex, and a lot of it? Probably how I would handle that, uh, issue.

So, uh. If we go up to the penthouse, can we just. Politely ask her to turn herself off for a bit?

[ This is probably at the top of Steve's list of poor life choices, but he can't think of anything else to do right now, and he just doesn't want a smug computer watching him lose his virginity. Or offering commentary. ]

[ That-- that actually makes Tony stop and stare for a moment at Steve. Because-- what? Steve isn't-- he's not--

Tony opens his mouth and snaps it shut at least twice before he manage words.]

Are you-- are you asking me to sleep with you Steve?

[ Because this is-- this is not how Tony thought it would go. Actually, Tony never thought it would happen, but--]

I mean, FRIDAY has privacy measures put in place but like-- Steve. Fuck. I don't-- I don't want to you only d this because of a shitty plant.

Tony.

[ Steve closes his eyes and exhales slowly through his nose. ]

I swear to god, if you don't make me come in the time it takes to get to the penthouse in the elevator, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.

[ ...he'll address the rest of the issue later. ]

What, that--

[ Wait a second.

WAIT.

DID YOU.

brb Tony's brain is blue screening because you did not just--

Yeah, there is still enough coherency to Steve, enough of a command in those words that Tony can't really help the way he all but lurches towards the blond, hands curling around Steve's hips without a thought.]

Long as you don't kill me in the morning, I think I can do that.

[ See the smile flickering on his face (ignore the flicker of worry)? It's him knowing he can do what you ask. Easily.]

[ This isn't how Steve imagined losing his virginity - although, to be fair, he's definitely imagined it being with Tony more than once - but as soon as Tony's hands land on his hips, he's utterly gone, even through layers of clothes. ]

Shhhhit.

[ That's all he manages to say before he grabs Tony's face and pulls him in for a hungry kiss, messy and inexperienced and fucking desperate. ]

[ Tony was so very sure that this kind of thing was never going to happen, not between him and Steve at least. And as much as the plant might be forcing Steve's biology, the readings that Friday has taken eases his conscience because it isn't clouding his ability to say no.

Steve actually wants this.

Wants Tony.

There is something else on his lips, a question, a warning, but it's gone when Steve leans in and catches him in a kiss that has his shuddering and pressing his fingertips against the blond's hips even harder. Tony doesn't even care how raw it is, how messy and wanton, it's fucking perfect.

Breaking the kiss with a gasp, Tony pulls his hips flush wish Steve's, rocks against him teasingly with a breathless laugh.] Fuck, Steve. That-- yeah. Okay. C'mon...

[ A strangled moan catches in Steve's throat when Tony rocks against him. God, Tony's touch is all he wants right now, his hands and mouth everywhere. His clothes feel stifling, too hot and clinging, and he wants to rip them off. ]

Elevator. [ He manages to get out one word, sliding his hands down to Tony's collar and curling his fingers around it, pulling him in the direction of the elevator. ]

[ Tony's laughter catches on his teeth as he sways against Steve, amusement and want tangled together as they make their way to the elevator. His hands don't stop moving though, one sliding beneath the band of the pants Steve has on , the other tossing the ridiculous sweater to the ground on the way.

As soon as that is out of the way, Tony is rubbing, lightly and teasingly, at Steve's erection.]

Only takes about forty five seconds to get to my suite, so...

[ He smirks, strokes Steve firmly as he kisses him again.]

Not- not gonna be a problem.

[ He manages to get the words out around the kiss, his hips bucking into Tony's hand. His cock is so hard it aches, but fuck yes, Tony's hand is just what he needs right now. He whimpers into Tony's mouth, presses him against the wall of the elevator and arches against him. ]

[ Tony is smiling into the kiss, even as he strokes Steve harder, lets his thumb tease the slit and breathes a quiet noise of want between them.]

Mmm, so I will have to wait to blow you in a semi public place then? Pity that, always wanted to see how you would look if I took you apart with my mouth...

[ Tony barely moves back to speak, eyes hooded as he watches Steve arch and shudder. Fuck, he really wasn't going to last long.]

[ It's been a solid half-hour since his last orgasm, and Steve's pretty much on a hair trigger right now - which means that when Tony teases him with his thumb, that's all he needs to push him over the edge. There's almost no warning; his muscles tense and then he's spilling over into Tony's hand, bucking his hips to milk every bit of sensation from him, and he buries his face in the crook between neck and shoulder, his breath puffing hot against skin.

As he comes down from his climax, he whimpers a little. His legs feel like jelly, and god it feels so good to have someone else's hand on him, and-

Of course he's still hard. Of course. Steve just lets out a long, frustrated groan and thinks about hitting his head against the elevator wall. ]

[ While Tony was aware of the data that had been presented, that Steve was jacked full of something that made his libido ridiculous, to see it was something else entirely. Tony hums, a low thing tanged in his ribs, as Steve comes in his hand and shakes from the force of it. It's breathtaking and Tony can't help but quietly thanking the idiot villain that came up with what ever it is that did this.

Sure, it's terrible and he will feel guilty about it later, but for now...]

Shit, Steve-- Are you sure you're going to be okay?

[ Because, despite pulling his hand away to wipe the come off on the hideous sweater Steve had been wearing, Tony is more than aware of the fact that Steve is still hard against him.

Tony can't help pulling against the blond's hip, and rocking against him shallowly despite the worry in his voice.]

No-

[ And there's a hint of laughter that edges on hysterical in his voice, because, yeah, of course he's a little panicky about this. He doesn't have much room to think about it because it's hard, no pun intended, to think about anything but sex and how much he wants it, how every nerve is on fire when Tony touches him, how he needs his hands and his mouth and his cock everywhere. But there's also the very real fear that this won't pass through his system and he'll just be stuck like this. Most things don't have any effect on him, after all, and his accelerated metabolism should mean that something like this should only bother him for a short time. But he's just had three orgasms in less than an hour, and he still needs more, and that's very much out of the norm for him. ]

Maybe have FRIDAY keep analyzing the stuff? You know, just in case.

[ And since he needs Tony to keep him busy right now. Steve slides the sweatpants down his hips, kicks them off right there in the elevator. Tony's hand hadn't caught everything, and they're kind of a wet mess right now, and...yeah. ]