A Start to a New Year
fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)
summary: New Year’s Eve comes and Tony has to face the consequences of indulging himself over Christmas times and is not amused, in contrary to Steve. (fic includes chubby!Tony)
length: 2 022 words (HAHA!)
a/n: Happy New Year’s Eve! I wish you a good end of 2021 and all the best in 2022! Stay safe and responsible today and have fun! I was trying to write this fic since two weeks and finally managed, what an ending to a very intense year, let’s hope the next one will be calmer. feedback, reblogs and likes are appreciated and needed!
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A Start to a New Year
"Mhm - hnnng! Dammit!"
"Hm?" Steve looked away from his reflection in the mirror, the quiet complaining getting to him. Slowly reaching for the towel to wipe dry his freshly shaved face, Steve listened carefully, waiting for the sound to repeat.
"What the fu-"
Okay, clearly he was needed. Steve rubbed the cloth vigorously on his shaved face and took some of the aftershave balm, rubbing it between his palms and patting it into his cheeks and neck, already on the way out of the bathroom, ready to save the last day of the year.
"Babe, everything alright - oh," the cooling effect of the aftershave was very much welcomed when he was presented with the sight of his husband, in a white tank top, rolled up to his chest. Of course, what immediately caught Steve's attention was Tony's beautifully muscled arms, wonderfully contrasting with the peeking out soft, pliant belly, that since Halloween season and Tony's gradually letting go of barriers and spoiling himself, first with Halloween candy, following to Thanksgiving dinner and ending on all Christmas meals and snacks, was getting more squishy and forming a perfect little pillow for Steve to rest on each evening. It was a beautiful image for Steve, but Tony was grimacing at his reflection in the full-length mirror, doing his best to wriggle into a pair of tailored business trousers in charcoal color, a part of a lovely suit set to which Tony had a charcoal jacket, white shirt, and a ruby red tie. Classic and very elegant, all made to measure. Just...
"Mhgh," Tony made an incoherent, embarrassed sound, letting go of the pants and rubbing his face tiredly. The pants didn't budge an inch, staying snuggly on Tony's rounder hips and fuller butt. Another very tempting image for Steve. "Don't even say it," Tony warned, noticing his husband's gaze on him.
Steve cooed sympathetically, of course noticing his husband's recent weight gain but not thinking much of it and just enjoying that there was more of Tony to kiss and snuggle with and play. Tony seemed to also enjoy the attention, always smiling and laughing at Steve's flirting and grabby hands, but wasn't so pleased anymore when faced with the bitter truth that was hidden by drawstrings pants, and sweaters that stretched out - that he didn't fit anymore in his business suits. And he had a lot of business suits.
"It is just going to be us, Tony," Steve said gently, coming closer and meaning the New Year's Eve party, only for the Avengers family and their friends. The time for stiff business meetings was over and at least at the end of the year, everyone could relax and breathe. "You don't have to dress up," Steve continued, set on wearing something comfortable, and a pair of cotton jeans and a white cable knit sweater sounded especially good in his head.
"Wanted to look nice..." Tony mumbled out, his lips forming an adorable pout, and he even crossed arms to further his statement. Tony 'Pouting' Stark. It was unfair how cute pouting made Tony look in Steve's eyes, and Steve just wanted to kiss all over his husband's chubby cheeks to make him smile again.
"You always look nice," Steve smiled, settling on wrapping arms around his husband and gently leaning him into him and away from the mirror. For Steve, Tony could wear a potato sack and would still be a twelve out of ten.
"Hmph," Tony didn't catch the bait, but let himself be comforted and nosed Steve's smooth neck. In his head, he was set on saying goodbye to the old year and greeting the new one in one of his best suits, the one that emphasized all of his great features, and knew that made Steve drool all over. Maybe it was vain, but he liked the way Steve looked at him, while he was dressed all smart. The sad part was, that Tony didn't notice that Steve always looked at him like that.
"Hey, if you really want to wear those pants, I think I can help," Steve offered, understanding that somehow this was very important to his husband.
"Hm? How?" Tony asked, sounding interested. Okay, that caught his attention.
"Just trust me," Steve smiled and guided Tony to their shared bed, telling him to sit down and lay on his back. Tony complied, watching Steve standing between his legs and crouching down.
"Steve - " Tony started in a warning tone, because, yes, having Steve's mouth wrapped around him would be a great way to start a new year, but Tony was hoping for that after midnight, and not when he was having a fashion crisis.
Steve rolled his eyes, knowing how this position looked and what it hinted at, but being far away from that. "Not that, babe. Arms up and don't move."
Tony snickered, his belly shaking a bit with the short laugh. Obediently, he outstretched his arms and looked at the ceiling, relaxing into the soft covers and waiting for something to happen. And when it did happen, his body coiled up, legs and arms kicking.
"No!" Tony got out between laughter, when Steve's fingers danced over his belly, wiggling over the bare skin. He was tricked and never again he would listen to Steve and his mind was melting when the sneaky attack continued and he would seriously punch his husband in the face -
"Done!" Steve announced, jumping away when the tickling caused wriggling got too intense.
Tony huffed out a breath and lay down flat on the bed, the short but intense attack already leaving him feeling worn out. He rubbed the skin on his belly to soothe it, still feeling some tingling and then feeling something else too - buttoned-up and closed zipper.
"Huh," Tony concluded, still looking at the ceiling.
"You're welcome," Steve beamed out.
"Yeah, you could have warned me!" Tony hissed, not appreciating the surprise attack.
"Nah," Steve said simply with a bright smile and reached his hands out to pull his husband up. The simpler solution would be to just ask Tony to suck his stomach in and then tug the zipper close, but why not make it more fun? The sight of Tony's quivering belly, escaping from Steve's tickling fingers was much nicer than a shared attempt on fighting with the zipper.
"Mgh," when up, Tony grunted, feeling very snuggly in the waist area and the material pinning around him. Not the best fit, but nothing a suit jacket wouldn't cover.
"Oh," Steve said softly, looking with adoration at Tony's waist, while Tony blushed furiously. The pants were on him, but that created another problem.
"This is so cuuuute," Steve said in a coo, not helping it and gently pinching and tickling over the two rolls of soft skin that formed above the waistline on each side of the grey pants.
"H-hey! Stop it!" Tony choked out between laughter, dancing between Steve's hands, trying to bat him away.
"You have the cutest muffin top, babe."
"It's not a - ahahaha - stop! Steheheve!" trying to escape, Tony tripped and collapsed on the bed, Steve following with a smile and tickling any place he could reach, the soft sides, he dug into the squishy belly and wriggled his fingers over the outie belly button, getting the most beautiful laughs out of his husband. The playtime was stopped by a popping sound and the zipper gave up, freeing Tony's belly.
"Steve!" Tony complained in a whine, feeling the newly acquired room and guessing correctly - the button hang miserably at the side of his pants and without the extra support, the zipper slid open. After all the effort they were exactly where they had started.
"Oops," Steve said, not sounding sorry at all, and dared to hold Tony closer and smooch his cheek. "Now you can wear something comfortable," he said cheerfully, not seeing ruining the pants as a problem.
Tony puffed his cheeks out, still fixated on the idea of wearing a suit when he remembered something. "You can sew, right?"
"Tony," Steve warned, fingers digging into the ticklish flesh, not teasing anymore, but full on attacking. Yes, he could do basing sewing, sewing buttons included, as it was one of the skills he had learned in the army, it wasn't part of the training, but knowing how to stitch on patches and sew buttons proved to be useful.
"Hahahaha! Stahahap!"
"Not until you promise to ditch the suit."
"But - hahaha! No, wait, HIHIHI! Fiihiine!"
"Can you repeat that?" Steve asked, slowing just down a bit, his finger staying on the sensitive nub that was Tony's belly button and delivering short strokes, while the rest of the fingers squeezed the soft skin on top of the belly.
"I promise! I promihihihise!" Tony panicked, managing to get a hold on Steve's wrists and holding uselessly to them, not able to push the hands away.
Steve took a few more seconds, just for good measure, before stopping completely, and gave Tony the last smooch on his cheek, before he stood up and let his still giggling husband curl into a protective ball. So cute.
"And I believe you," Steve smiled, turning back to the bathroom, still having some grooming to do before the party starts.
"Hey, can I choose your clothes?"
Steve stopped. He knew his husband's taste and the image of him all zipped and squeezed into a formal suit flooded his mind. Not a great way to start a new year. With a growl, Steve turned around and marched to his husband, hands reaching out and ready to tickle that idea out of Tony's head.
"Wait wait wait!" Tony scooted up the bed, trying to escape, but Steve had no problem to grab his ankle and pull close, getting a panicked shriek out of him. "Nooo! Come on, it is the only way fair!" he giggled out nervously, eyes fixed on the wiggling fingers.
"How is it fair?" Steve asked, not tickling yet and just faking some attacks, enjoying the panicked squeals and squirming.
"I just - ahaha - just let me - aaah no hahaha - you shaved without asking me!" Tony pointed out and that got Steve's attention.
"I am sorry, I was supposed to ask you?" Steve grinned, finding the idea amusing. Sure, during autumn-winter time he liked to get all scruffy, but just like Tony wanted to greet the new year with a fetching suit, Steve wanted to do it with a smooth face.
Tony nodded, the cute pout back on his face. "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."
Steve just laughed, never understanding why Tony found him so attractive when he grew out a beard. Then again, he had his own kink and loved when Tony was getting a bit heavier during colder months. It went without saying that they loved each other every day, but there was something special about wintertime for them.
Not answering yet, Steve dived down and pressed his face into Tony's soft belly, blowing a loud and long raspberry.
"AAAAH! HAHAHAHA!" Tony's whole body jumped, legs kicking in protest and arms pounding the air. It was so unfair and his skin felt all tingly, every nerve lighting up with a ticklish feeling.
"Fine, you can choose my clothes," Steve agreed, blowing some small raspberries here and there, just to make sure that the message would sink in properly. "Just not anything over the top!"
"Ohkahahay!"
"Good," Steve said, treating his favorite belly nicer and giving it a loving kiss, before he finally went back to the bathroom and left Tony giddy and smiling and happy. Tony took a minute to calm himself down, thinking that it wasn't such a bad start to a new year before he got up and looked through his and Steve's closet. A firm no on suits, but...
The new year party came faster than expected and Tony and Steve showed a bit late, smiling and wearing matching Christmas sweaters and some comfortable slacks.
Not the most elegant, but nevertheless, a great start to a new year.
