study leave | tony x bruce
ship: tony stark/bruce banner (mcu) word count: 2467 rating: e
it’s essentially secret under-the-desk blow jobs in inappropriate situations okay
Kick me three times if you want me to stop.
Tony stared at the message from Bruce in confusion, but didn’t have time to over-think it before pushing open the door and leading, with his best and brightest fake smile, a small group of major investors into his office. He hated these things. Pepper called them meetings but it was closer to feeding time at the zoo, each of them trying to get a bite of him in an environment where they knew as well as he did that Pepper would have his balls on a platter if he tried to duck out of it.
He walked around to his desk, gesturing at the three chairs in front of it for them to take a seat, and pulled his chair in closer. “Right. So what is it that Stark Industries can do for you today?” He said, forcing the words out with as much sincerity as possible when there were a million other things he would rather be doing.
Plus, Bruce was in town. He regretted it, sometimes, forcing him to apply to universities further afield. He regretted it every time he jerked off and thought about how easy it would have been for the kid to go to NYU, like Bruce originally planned, and he could have had him whenever he wanted. But no, someone had to be the bigger man, and the whole point of this was Bruce getting the absolute best education money could buy. The last thing he wanted to be doing was talking to these idiots when Bruce Banner was in his reach for once, but according to Pepper, sex marathons were not a good enough reason to take time off work.
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