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[gotup]

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[gotup]

[Oh, Jesus. He should absolutely say something, because he's only getting harder as Tony rubs his ears and cheeks. But it's too awkward - too embarrassing - to explain that he's turned on by a simple touch. It wouldn't happen with more adjustment, but right now, he can't remember the last time anyone expressed that kind of platonic affection toward him, and it turns the platonic sexual.

So instead, he lets his head droop a little and tries to think about something other than his arousal - and, as a result, he actually dozes off a little, something that only becomes noticeable when the purring trails off.]

[myheartglows]

[ tony's hands slow. ] Simba? [ he whispers. he waits, watching and listening, but the gion's asleep. reluctant to pull his hands out just yet (how many people get to pet a lion?), tony marvels for longer at the feel and heat and sheer size, tempted to fall front-first into the mane just to experience it all against more of his skin. (man, this dry spell is doing weird things to him.) then, when his eyes wander to simba's muscled back and arms, he remembers being carried by them and the sensation of comfort and care. the view's not bad either, he admits.

tony, swallowing, slowly pulls his hands away.

it's an aesthetic appreciation. he's an engineer. he knows stellar design.

unwilling to leave (for a change, he huffs), he watches the news on TV on low volume and works on his tablet, resting against the headboard, which is more like a slab of lacquered wall. he gets up later, once, for a drink.

[gotup]

[He naps lightly - a catnap, even - as Tony works; it's only when Tony gets up that he stirs, lifting his head slightly to watch him move. By now, his erection has subsided, though he still feels the need in the back of his mind. It's there as he watches Tony move and pour himself a drink, still only clad in his towel.]

Sorry. [His voice is still thick and heavy with sleep.] Didn't mean to do that. S'pose I'm not very good company.

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[ pouring his drink at the counter of the freestanding wall that mirrors the headboard, the news anchors on the TV overlarge beside him, tony whips his head around at the voice, but then smiles softly. ] I stayed, didn't I?

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Mm. [He smiles and arches his back in a catlike stretch, lets out a soft satisfied groan.] Well, it is your bedroom.

[And while he'd feel bad if Tony left - like he'd driven him off - he also knows that Tony isn't the kind of person to sit idle for long. He's more surprised he hasn't wandered off to tinker with something in his workshop, in fact.]

No imminent catastrophes brewing? [He gestures to the television screen. It seems like Tony usually has it on to keep one eye on the news, like he doesn't want to miss a chance to jet off in his suit.]

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[ the crystal decanter and glasses clink as tony shuffles them around. ] All quiet on the eastern front, [ he reports, then adds as if flabbergasted, ] You'd think they didn't wanna attract my attention.

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Who wouldn't want a visit from Iron Man? [He just snorts and shakes his head.] Must be awfully sad for you, having to do...whatever it is you do normally. Not fly halfway around the world and beat up pirates.

[He knows Tony has his own company, obviously, but like hell he knows what his duties entail. Meetings, maybe.]

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I beat up terrorists, too. [ tony carries a glass of whiskey in each hand to the bed. he sits down sidesaddle and offers one glass. ] One time I even picked up a stray cat.

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And now you have fur everywhere and more meat than you can handle.

[He takes the glass and drinks it in a couple of swallows - which is probably a shame, because he's sure the alcohol is more expensive than anything he's ever had. There's a scrap of memory, a dark night, the wreckage of a building.]

I can't get drunk.

[Not that he thinks that's what Tony is trying to do, it's just a piece of information that's bubbled to the surface of his mind. He remembers drinking before, when one beer would leave him dizzy and puking everywhere. Now it just...doesn't do anything.]

[myheartglows]

[ getting drunk isn't the goal, no; this is just to wet his whistle. tony swallows the sip sitting on his tongue to frown and tilt his head at simba properly. ] Like, physically or ... morally?

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Physically. I don't- I don't remember why. I just remember that I can't.

[It's something to do with science, but pretty much everything in his life has something to do with science somehow. That's not really saying much.]

I'm sure it's good alcohol, though.

[Even if he doesn't really know what kind it is.]

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[ after a speculative gaze, tony leans back on one hand, settling in and sipping as they speak. ] There goes my dream of seeing you become a wild party animal, I guess.

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You're hilarious.

[He pushes himself up enough to put the glass down on the nightstand, then settles back on his side instead of loafing again.]

You'll just have to party enough for the both of us.

[myheartglows]

[ tony's eyes chance over. they catch on simba's exposed chest and stomach and arms and–they dart away to somewhere safe out the windows. ] Is that a suggestion for right now, because it's a great one, [ tony says. he nods. ] Let's do it. [ suddenly, he drains his glass, tilting his head farther and farther back, his adam's apple lurching with every consecutive swallow. ]

[gotup]

[Maybe he should say something - but Tony's an adult, and it's not his place to lecture him on his choices. Besides, his gaze is drawn to the line of Tony's neck when he tilts his head back, the shadow of stubble under his chin where the edges of the goatee blur.]

I don't think it counts if you're the only one partying, [is all he offers.]

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Good thing I won't be, then, [ tony gasps around the burn. clearing his throat, he stands and pops an ice cube from his glass into his mouth. he sucks on it in one cheek. ] You're comin' with.

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No, no, I think we've established that I'm not a partier. [He holds a hand up in protest, tries to ignore the distracting way the ice cube bulges in Tony's cheek.]

Where are we going?

[He's starting to look a little concerned here.]

[myheartglows]

[ tony returns both glasses to the counter, but refills his and answers, ] Party Town. Population, you 'n me. [ he stops at the door, still sucking on his cube-filled cheek. ] C'mon, I'll make you deputy mayor.

[gotup]

[He stands up, making a face at the bed and its quicksand-y mattress, and straightens his bedsheet. At least he's fit to be seen now, thank god.]

Hope the position doesn't come with too many responsibilities.

[myheartglows]

Only if I end up incapacitated, [ tony says, smirking, and heads for the nearby spiral staircase, assuming simba will follow. he crunches the ice cube into nothing as he trots downstairs. ]

[gotup]

[He waits at the top of the staircase for a moment, till Tony's nearly at the bottom, then jumps and lands gracefully in front of him. Is he a troll? Just a little bit.]

So holding your head up while you puke. Duly noted.

[myheartglows]

[ tony startles soundlessly and then closes his eyes, sighing. first at the pool, and now here. ] Could you maybe reel in the jump scares? I already got a heart condition.

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Mm.

[His gaze drifts to the arc reactor in Tony's chest. He doesn't think it's anything to do with his heart, but he'll humor him.]

Sorry. Won't do it again.

[myheartglows]

Good man. Now scooch, I'm comin' through. [ tony expects simba to be the one to move, so he steps right on down and breezes past him the moment he does, retaking the lead and talking while they walk. ] So, what do you find fun, besides giving the world's only living superhero heart attacks?

[gotup]

[And he does move aside, falling in with Tony as he starts walking again.]

Reading and watching movies, mostly. I like art. Baseball. [Neither of which are feasible these days, and he doesn't expect Tony to go out back and toss a ball to him. He's always watched - or listened, actually - more than he's played, though.]