39 for samtony?? for the dialogue prompts??
This was supposed to be smut and then it turned out hurt/comfort instead so I hope you still like it (I’ll write you more smut later).
39. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
Tony knows he talks too much and listens too little. He knows that what he says goes over people’s heads most of the time, that he talks ceaseless technobabble (at least, to everyone else; he understands what he’s saying just fine) and that what he says often comes off as brash and arrogant. He knows that most people don’t enjoy listening to him talk.
He just hadn’t thought that most people included Sam.
“Damn, can’t you shut up?” Sam asks, interrupting Tony’s stream of consciousness. And just like that, Tony’s world turns upside down.
He’s not looking at Sam, can’t see the disgusted expression on his face, but he freezes just the same. It’s clear just from his tone that Sam’s done with him and that--that hurts. He’d thought that Sam likes listening to him, doesn’t mind being used as a sounding board. He’d thought that their burgeoning relationship was doing okay. Turns out Sam’s just like everyone else.
“Tired of me already?” he asks lightly, forcing levity to his voice to mask the hurt.
“I’m so sick of your voice,” Sam tells him. Oh. So that’s how it is then.
He turns, fully intending to tell him to leave if he hates him that much. But then he takes one look at Sam and stops. Because Sam--Sam isn’t glaring. He doesn’t look disgusted.
Instead, there’s a lustful gleam in his eyes and he’s stroking at his bulge through his pants, legs spread wide to show off his thighs. Sam continues, “Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”
Tony’s world turns upside down again. Sam’s not disgusted. He’s turned on, if Tony’s reading this situation correctly--by Tony’s...technobabble? Tony would be a little hot and bothered himself (no one’s ever been interested in his technobabble) if he weren’t so relieved.
Sam pauses, looking closer at him. “Tony?” he asks worriedly. “You okay?”
Tony nods quickly. “Yeah,” he assures him. “I’m fine. A blowjob, right?”
He starts to walk closer but Sam moves his hand away from his pants, stands up. “Tony, honey, you’re crying.”
Is he? He reaches up to touch his cheeks and oh, Sam’s right, he is. “I--” he begins helplessly and then stops. How does he tell his boyfriend (partner?) that he’d thought the worst of him.
Sam, however, seems to grasp it immediately. “I told you to shut up,” he gasps, suddenly horrified. “I didn’t mean--”
“I know you didn’t.”
“But you still thought it.”
And there’s nothing really that Tony can say to that because, well, he had. Sam still looks shaken but he reaches out anyway, pulls Tony into his arms. It’s nice but he still can’t help but feel like he doesn’t really deserve it after thinking that Sam would ever do something like that.
“I shouldn’t have thought it,” he says quietly.
Sam’s hand convulses on his back, pulling him that much closer. “No, honey, I shouldn’t have said it. We haven’t talked about sex and you couldn’t see my face. You were just so gorgeous. You know your whole face lights up when you’re talking about something you love? I wasn’t thinking, not that that’s any kind of reason.”
“You don’t really want me to shut up?” Tony asks, just to clarify.
“I never want you to shut up, not when it’s something you love. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have interrupted you like that.”
“Oh,” Tony says quietly. Sam is a few inches taller than him so he ends up standing on his toes to kiss just under his jaw. Sam flushes, making Tony smile. “I forgive you.”
He waits a few more seconds to say, “Do you still want that blowjob?”
Sam huffs a quiet laugh. “Maybe once you’re feeling happier. For now--” He drops back onto the couch, pulling Tony into his lap. “For now, I think I just want to cuddle you instead.”
