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[gotup]

Steve enjoys the chatter, even if he rolls his eyes at Tony calling Rhodey his chocolate bear (he's sure that Tony has even more ridiculous nicknames for him, and that Rhodey's heard them all in the many years he's known Tony). He doesn't press when Tony goes silent; they've had too many emotional moments today that he thinks they both need some time to recover, especially Tony.

"I should've asked before I sat down," Steve grumbles, but he's not really complaining. Instead, he gets up and fetches both of them bottles of water from the nearby minifridge that holds snacks and drinks for anyone too lazy to go to the kitchen while watching TV. "Is your head still bothering you?" He puts the movie on pause - the noise can't be helping his headache - and rubs at Tony's temples. "I'm afraid I'm not trained in massage," he offers wryly. "Missed that day of boot camp."

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"I was watching that," Tony complains, which is a complete lie because before Steve sat back down Tony was resting his eyes and he's already tilting and turning into Steve's hands, "but this is way better." He groans, shoulders slumping, pouring himself into it. "Ya can use me as your practice dummy anytime."

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"Mmhm," Steve agrees as he gently pulls Tony's head and upper body down into his lap. Yes, Tony, he's sure you were watching the movie that just started five minutes ago, even though the protagonists haven't even had their meet-cute yet. "What makes a massage Swedish?" His fingers knead circles on Tony's temples and scalp. "Do you buy it at IKEA and figure it out with diagrams?"

Ha, ha. He's hilarious.

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Happily situated on his back and turned slightly into Steve's body heat (Tony contemplates burrowing his forehead into the side of Steve's stomach, preferably with Steve cupping the base of his skull: Tony's own living heated headache wrap, though really he just likes to feel surrounded by Steve, feel safe—), Tony scoffs, lips twitching, and says, "Not quite, no. It's the kind of massage you think of whenever you think of a massage. Neck, too, please."

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Steve's more than happy to comply with the request, and he works his fingers into the tense muscles of Tony's neck. "Aren't you supposed to be the one giving me a massage, anyway?" he teases gently. "The kind where I'm naked and covered in oil, I don't know if that's Swedish or not." He doesn't care - the important part there is obviously Tony putting his hands all over him, and it's obviously less therapeutic than this massage is intended to be.

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Tony's head lulls in Steve's hands, its weight entrusted to them. "Mmh. Could be. Either way that's a pretty picture, thooough not exactly conducive to relaxation..."

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Steve chuckles low in his chest. "But a good idea for another time." His libido, thankfully, seems to be behaving itself tonight, even with Tony's head in his lap, which might prove a problem at other times. Instead, he's content to just sit here and massage Tony's neck and shoulders.

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"Bingo," Tony murmurs, content as well. Like earlier in Steve's office, he's softened, readily pliable—despite what his muscle tension says, there's no real fight in him, not against Steve, not anymore (just against so much else), an example of Before and After with Valentine's Day as the turning point. Today only sealed it. "This's nice, right?" Tony whispers after a couple of peaceful minutes. "Let's plan more moments like this. Not that I don't appreciate the sex marathons."

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"We could do this every night," Steve offers, his tone hushed as well. His massage has slowed, and now he's just rubbing a spot behind Tony's ear idly. "When you're here, that is." Tony's work takes him away often enough - but he suspects a little of that is because Tony wants to get away from what he perceives as problems. Regardless, he doesn't begrudge him any of the time that's necessary to, well, do whatever Tony does.

"And the occasional sex marathon," he adds with a twist to his lips, because it's not like Steve doesn't want that. Tony knows perfectly well how healthy his sex drive is.

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Tony hums in agreement, hands folded on his stomach and face turned into Steve's. The body heat soothes his brow. "Remind me to bribe my contractor tomorrow," he says. The sooner he gets that ball rolling (renovation, design, furnishing, electric and plumbing, etc.), the sooner they can have more moments and sex marathons. Tony could install FRIDAY, too. It'd be nice to have a digital helper outside the shop again. Rooms will feel less empty. Between her and Steve, he has to stay on the right track, and maybe in turn Tony will provide the home base Steve needs—if what's coming doesn't tear this home apart. He's put out fires where he could, but the air's dry and the trees brittle. The spread can't be stopped.

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Now his fingers drift over the nape of Tony's neck, gliding along the skin, not quite rubbing. "I can do that." And with Steve's memory, there's certainly no danger that he'll forget. "How do you want to tell everyone else about it?" Because if there are going to be construction workers around, they'll need to know what's going on - if only because they'll ask if they aren't told, and Steve has a terrible poker face when he tries to lie. Especially when he tries to lie about Tony.

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Sighing, Tony rolls his face out of Steve's stomach and cracks open his eyes up at him. A subtle tension has seized his shoulders. "I'm not going to. You are," he states, but then another sigh sees him unwinding again. "They're your team. Besides, I'd rather not be subjected to three different shovel talks."

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"Oh, I don't know, I think Nat's probably the only one who would ever carry through with her threats. Besides, what about the talk Rhodey's gonna give me?" He slides a hand down and rubs Tony's shoulders, continuing to do so even after he relaxes again. "Your chocolate bear might bite."

"Besides," he can't help tacking on, "what about 'our team'?" He'll be the one telling them, he just has to give Tony a little shit about it first.

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While talk of Rhodey brings a small, fond smile from Tony, Steve's playful jab brings out a squinty, prying glare. "Less insinuating I should play with the kids. More shoulder rubbing," he orders.

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Steve sighs dramatically and puts a little more oomph into the shoulder rub. "You're using me for my muscles," he pretends to complain, sounding put upon. "I knew this day would come. Next you'll be asking me to reach things on high shelves, and it's all downhill from there."

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With a satisfied grunt Tony shuts his eyes to savor the rub, the moment of which he drags out for a beat too long, purposely neglecting an answer. Then, he smirks up at Steve. "Oh, were you saying something? So sorry. You speaking involves muscles of yours I'm not currently using," he chirps.

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"Currently being the key word there," Steve retorts without missing a beat. "Should I take my shirt off so you can enjoy the view, too? I'm sure you could use a little eye candy." He huffs an amused breath through his nose. Truth be told, this is probably more entertaining than the movie he's forgotten all about.

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"I'm already enjoyin' the view," Tony says, his eyes on Steve's and his voice soft and sweet—or at least it was before he continues, "but since you were so generous to offer..."

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Steve just shrugs and leans back slightly against the couch before he reaches down and grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it off and over his head. That done, he allows Tony to settle back against him, his bare skin radiating heat. "Better?"

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Shuffling closer and hiding his smile, Tony nuzzles his temple into Steve's washboard abs and sighs, "Immeasurably," more content to bask in the contact than ogle that body, which is certainly deserving of being ogled, just ... later. This alone is nice right now, especially after such a long day.

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Steve doesn't say anything, just smiles down at Tony and cards his fingers through his hair. He'd rather have the contact than the ogling, too; he likes just touching Tony and being touched, even in a purely platonic way.

"Y'all think about getting a room?" Sam's voice comes from the doorway. His tone is dry, but not especially surprised; either he's worked things out for himself or talked to Natasha, or maybe both. (It's probably both.) "'Cause you might be into exhibitionism, but not everyone else is."

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Tony's linked hands stiffen at Sam's voice; the rest of him soon follows suit. After sucking in air, Tony blows it out of his nose and then sits up onto his elbows. "Wilson," he greets.

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"Hey, Sam," Steve adds afterward, giving Sam a sheepish grin. He doesn't reach for his shirt just yet; he doesn't feel exposed in front of Sam the way he might in front of, say, Wanda. "Did you need something?" His phone's in his pocket, but he hasn't looked at it since they sat down.

Sam leans against the frame of the door, studying the scene in front of him. Whatever he's thinking, it doesn't show on his face. "Nah, just came down here to watch some Chopped. But it's fine." He waves a hand loosely. "I can do it in my room, no big deal." He pauses, then addresses Tony: "Rhodey know about this?"

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Wilson seems fine with "this," as he put it, or at least he's not going, "Really? Him?" at Steve to Tony's face. Small blessings. "Maybe a detail more than he cares for, but yes," Tony answers.

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It's not like the Avengers haven't noticed Tony's occasional appearances and Steve's equally periodic weekends away and put two and two together themselves. Rhodey and Sam, in particular, spent some time back in January discussing their opinions on the matter. Which is why Sam mutters something under his breath - he can't believe Rhodey didn't tell him - and rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, well, you're about two layers of cloth away from a detail more than I care for, so I can't say I blame him." Sam makes a face at both of them, and Steve at least has the decency to blush slightly. Apparently Tony hasn't yet rid him of all his shame. "I'll leave you two alone to keep pretending to watch a movie. Pro tip, you might wanna try hitting the play button so it looks plausible."