“I hate leaving you alone for so long.” Tony snorted. “You make me sound like a severe nursing case.” Steve furrowed his brow, pretending to be in deep thought. “Well, it’s a struggle to feed you sometimes. I usually need more than one man’s strength to get you into bed and looking at you now, I figure it will take a lot of time and dedication to fully clean you up.” He pointed at the black stains on Tony’s arms. “You’re a full-time job, really.” Tony laughed out loud, once again tackling Steve and trying to wiggle out of his grip. It was a losing game and they both knew it. “You know what? There goes your shower blowjob, Captain Sassypants.” Using all of his strength, Tony managed to turn around in-between Steve’s arms, pressing his back against Steve’s chest while simultaneously jamming his feet on the elevator wall. When he wasn’t able to push Steve backwards he—started to climb up on the wall. “What the hell are you doing,” Steve laughed, doing his best not to dislocate Tony’s wrists while he did his little acrobatics. “I’m fighting for justice, Steve, what does it look like I’m doing,” Tony huffed with a strained voice. His feet were now on the handrail, and his whole back pressed against Steve’s chest. He was trying to shove him back, but the position was obviously a dead-end. Tony snorted. “Someday… I’ll just accept how absurd it is to try and wrestle with you.” Steve kissed his neck. “Probably for the best.” --And I Will Be Your Man, by (AO3)ann2who, (Steve/Tony)