I'M IN LOVE WITH MY ROOMMATE
Hi! Very long time no see! I (finally) started writing again, so here I am with my fourth fill for the@rollingstonys Stony Trope and AU bingo! Enjoy my take for the Roommate AU! AU where Steve and Tony find themselves sharing a room in college but they don't actually get along at first. [2.3k words]
Tony’s last year of college didn't start in the best of ways. His parents’ business was bankrupt and his parents had suggested they start living a more “average” life. This meant that, although his MIT tuition was secure, he would have to share a room in the dorms like any other average student. the thing was that Tony Stark wasn’t average. He lived in an enormous penthouse in the centre of Boston with his best friends and was famous for hosting extravagant parties in said penthouse. Tony was not someone who shared a dorm room with a stranger, but at that point, he didn’t have any choice.
Tony moved the heavy box full of robotics with his feet while he was carrying another one in his arms into room 336. He closed the door shut and took a moment to look around. That was going to be his house for the next year. It was so excessively…brown. And dark. But he didn’t mind the darkness, he worked better when the light was off. He noticed that his roommate hadn’t claimed one side of the room yet so he made himself comfortable and spread all of his belongings all over the left side of the room. Tony plugged in the coffee machine and started looking through his boxes for the blueprints for his latest project. He spread all of his stuff on the table, completely disregarding his clothes that needed folding and his bedding that needed to actually be put on the bed. Tony reached for his headphones in his pocket and started playing his rock playlist and got to work. It could have been hours or days since he started working and all he got in his system was coffee and some Mars bars. The music was blasting in Tony’s ears, probably too loud to be safe, and he was humming along his favourite song.
Steve could hear a voice singing from outside his room. He immediately thought that it was going to be a fun year with his singing roommate. It was his first year of college and the first time he ever left New York. He was excited about this new chapter of his life. He had been looking forward to going to college since high school. Steve opened the door, excited to meet his roommate. The room was mostly dark, the only light was coming from the desk on the left side of the room. His roommate was bent over the desk singing, screaming actually, along “Highway to Hell”. “Hi?” Steve screamed over the guy’s voice. Tony was so focused on his work and his song that he didn't hear the door opening or the voice of the guy who greeted him, or a least tried to. Steve walked over to the desk where the roommate was still focused on his work. “Hi, I’m Steve,” he said, putting his hand on the brunet’s shoulder, trying to get his attention. Tony felt an unknown hand on his shoulder and he stood up, hitting the guy in the face. Steve brought his hand to his face and Tony stopped the music after he realised that maybe the guy was his future roommate. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m so so sorry” Steve sat on the closest bed, holding a hand on his nose. “Don’t worry, I scared you” he giggled. “Here, let me look at it” Tony moved Steve’s hand from his face. His nose and cheek were just a bit red and not too swollen. “I’m Tony and I’m so incredibly sorry” Tony held his hand in front of him. Steve looked at Tony for the first time. He wasn’t really tall but his chest was toned. The beard made him look much older than Steve but from his eyes shined a much younger light. Steve got up and shook Tony’s hand. “I’m Steve, nice to meet you,” he said with a big smile. Tony looked at him from head to toe, savouring the view of his broad shoulders and toned chest wrapped in a t-shirt a few sized too small. He could only, gladly, imagine what is hidden underneath. “I hope- Tony cleared his voice that came across way too high-pitched- I hope me slapping you won’t prevent us from uhm, becoming friends,” Tony said, in a questioning tone scratching the back of his head. “I won’t hold it over your head, don’t worry,” Steve replied chuckling. Steve and Tony didn’t become friends. They tried tho, but it just didn’t happen. Christmas holidays were approaching and the first term had come to an end. Three months they had spent in the same room, trying to, at least, coexists, but it just didn’t work out. And it’s not that they hadn’t tried. They did, Steve more than Tony and at some point, he got tired of being the only one to put some effort. Truth was, they couldn't be any more different. Steve’s part of the room was always tidy and spotlessly clean and all of his belongings were in drawers while Tony’s half was, well, the polar opposite. His clothes were all over the floor and the project he was working on covered the whole desk, and at some point, it invaded Steve’s desk as well and Tony was definitely not willing to tide up. Tony agreed to keep the floor clean enough for Steve to walk to the toilet without stepping on Tony’s clothes in exchange for Steve’s desk. Too bad that two days after the agreement was made, the neutral corridor was full of Tony’s clothes, again. After that, Steve was forced to divide the room with colourful tape. And it was not only the clothes incident that created bad blood between the two, it was the way Tony behaved that sooner rather than later, started to get on Steve’s nerves. In Tony’s defence, he’s never shared a room with anyone other than his robotic arm named Dum-e. But Dum-e didn’t really have the ability to complain about Tony’s unhealthy life choices. Christmas break came and, much to their despair, Steve and Tony learnt that they would have to spend Christmas break together. Tony’s parents were out on their annual Christmas trip. We’re broke because of you yet I am the one sharing the room with Mr. goody-two-shoes over here, this is what Tony yelled at his parents on the phone when they told him that
he would have to spend Christmas alone. Steve might or might not have overheard his phone call and that made telling Tony that he was going to stay at the dorm for Christmas even more tedious. So there they were, spaning Christmas in a half-decorated room. On his side, Steve put up a small Christmas tree, a stocking with his name and colourful lights. Tony’s side, however, was still the same pigsty that had been for the last three months. Christmas Eve was uneventful, to say the least. Steve spent it on his bed, catching up with some reading. Tony was…Steve didn’t know where Tony was and he frankly didn’t care. It didn’t take long for Steve to figure out where Tony spent his day. Around 3 am Tony stumbled into the room drunk and smelling like alcohol. The noise he made trying to open the door and consequently falling face first, tripping over his own two feet, woke Steve up. He looked at Tony curled on himself on the floor and finally decided to get out of bed to help him, mostly because he didn’t want to trip over him the next morning. “C’mon, up we go” Steve helped a growling Tony to stand up and lead the way to Tony’s bed. “Let’s go to bed, uh Tony?” Steve proposed in a sleepy voice. And then the inevitable happened. Tony knew it was going to happen sooner or later and if it hadn’t been the middle of the night, Steve would have been bent in two fro laughing too hard at Tony tripping over his pile of clothes and dragging them both down. Before Steve knew it, Tony was laid on his, with his head snuggled between Steve’s pecs. “I guess we’re staying here then” Steve pulled one pillow from Tony’s bed and made himself comfortable, or as comfortable one can be on the floor with another person laying over them. Truth was, if Steve wanted, he could have easily pushed Tony away and gone to his own bed. But he didn’t want to. He had wanted to have Tony laying over him since he got punched in the face by the firey brunet. Steve kissed Tony’s head, breathing in his…interesting smell. Whiskey and weed was definitely not what he had thought Tony smelled like. After the Christmas Eve incident, Steve and Tony grew closer. They weren’t exactly friends, but at least they spoke to each other. And Tony cleared the floor from his clothes. He even left a bit of space on Steve’s desks, which was still not enough for Steve to do some actual work on, but it was a good start. Steve came back in the room to a singing Tony and he was not surprised. “Tony I’m back” he screamed as he, loudly, shut the door before he walked over to Tony’s desk. He learnt his lesson and he surely didn’t want to be punched in the face, again. Steve slid a takeout box from the canteen across the desk. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t order room service” Tony shouted over the music. Steve took Tony’s headphones off and sat next to the brunet. “You need to eat something” Tony rolled his eyes. “And before you say anything, no, coffee doesn’t count” Tony opened the white container, deep down, he was grateful to have found a Steve to, more or less, take care of him. “Also, do you know that you always sing very loudly when you have your headphones on, right?” “No, I don’t” Steve took his phone from his pockets and showed him a video he took a couple of days before. Tony was shouting along one of his rock songs and Steve was trying to hold his laugh. “Tony?” Steve walked out of the tiny bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. “What are you doing up? This is usually the time you go to bed.” Steve looked at the clothes that were, once again, all over the floor. “And why are all your shirts pink?” he asked, trying to contain a laugh. “I do not always go to bed at this time thank you very much, and, unfortunately, I have to meet my parents today” “This doesn’t explain the pink shirts tho” “Very funny Stevie. I tried to do the laundry if you must know” At this point, Steve was still topless, sitting on Tony’s be, looking at him go through every single piece of clothing in his wardrobe. “You know you are supposed to separate the whites from
coloured stuff, right?” “Now I do” If Tony stopped pacing up and down the room and stopped long enough to glaze at Steve, he would have been pleasantly surprised. Steve was sat on his bed, without a t-shirt on and covered only by a small, easily removable towel. Since they started talking again, Tony often thought about having a nearly naked Steve in his bed and now that he was nearly naked in his bed, Tony hadn’t even noticed. “You can borrow one of mine if you need to” Steve hinted and Tony finally looked up from the drawer. He stared at Steve with his mouth open and gulped before nodding, without looking away from Steve’s firm abs. Steve handed Tony one of his white shirts. Tony tried it on and it was, obviously, too big for him. “I don’t think it fits” Tony replied, pouting. His hands were hidden by the long sleeve of the shirt and his red boxers, which Steve imagined were the cause of the pink laundry, were covered by the shirt, showing only Tony’s legs, much to Steve’s pleasure. “I think you look good,” Steve whispered, walking closer to Tony. Tony bit his lip without breaking eye contact. “You think?” he whispered back. Steve nodded, putting his hands on Tony’s waist. He sat on the bed, dragging Tony with him. Tony was sitting on Steve’s lap, with his arm around Steve’s neck. “I do, but I think you would look better without it, tho” Steve whispered in Tony’s ear before gently biting his lobe. And before they knew it, their lips met. Without parting, Tony shifted over Steve, putting his knees at the sides of Steve’s hips before slowly starting to move over him in small circles. He smiled when he felt Steve getting progressively harder under him. “I know what you’re doing, you cheeky little thing” “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Tony replied, before moving his mouth to the neck and starting to gently suck Steve’s pale skin. Steve’s hands moved to Tony’s ass and squeezed lightly, making Tony softly moan. “Steve?” Tony panted. “I have to go,” he said before getting up to pick up a new outfit for the meeting with his parents. he ended up wearing a pair of dark jeans, the least pink long-sleeved t-shirt he could find and a dark Black Sabbath t-shirt. “Does this look fine?” he asked Steve while fixing his hair. “I still think you’d look better without” Steve replied hugging Tony from behind and putting his chin on Tony’s shoulder. “Do you really really have to go?” Steve asked pulling him closer. Tony nodded. “Yes, but if you’re a good boy we can continue when I get back” Tony managed to turn in Steve’s arms and was now facing the blond. “You promise?” Tony nodded, gently kissing Steve’s nose. “Mh yes, now can you please let me go?” Steve pouted and waited for Tony to kiss his red lips before setting him free from the tight embrace. “See you later baby” Steve shouted before Tony closed the door, blowing him a kiss with a huge smile.