Tony gets a little upset because he always wears Steve's big comfy t-shirts to bed, but Steve can't really wear his because they're too small and it's kind of silly. Steve says "hold on, I have an idea" and goes down the hall to his room, coming back a moment later with the extra small Brooklyn Dodgers shirt he wore to that baseball game before the serum and held onto ever since so they can both wear uncomfortably tight t-shirts from each other.
summary: Tony comes back from a business trip and Steve missed his very ticklish boyfriend very much.
A/N: ……
this didn’t come with an a/n, so I will talk instead. this fic was submitted by @pleasantlyjovialfun, it is their first tickle fic, and was submitted ro me with a shy request to post it, if deem it good enough. I can truthfully say, that HECK YES, this is prefect and sweet and has this rare balance between fun and teasing and sexy and I can feel the love to Tony you poured into this fic!! hope we get to see more of your works soon! guys, send the author love and lots of it!!
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Good Enought to Eat by @pleasantlyjovialfun
Five days. It had been five days since had last seen Tony. He had been away on a business trip negotiating a contract with a company that was interested in patenting on of Tony’s newest inventions. Steve had just spoken to Tony an hour ago over the phone, and he was anxiously awaiting his lover’s return. Even though they had only been dating for a little over six months, Steve knew that he was in love with Tony. He was enamored with all that Tony was. He was in love with his dimples and the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He was in love with the intense color of his eyes that looked like pools of melted chocolate, especially when the sunlight hit them. He loved the way that he could go from ruthless businessman to the most caring person he had ever met, all within the span of one day…. He was suddenly interrupted from his internal dialogue when he heard the sound of a key turning in the door. Steve walked away from the place in the foyer where he had been wearing a hole in the floor while anxiously awaiting Tony’s return. He watched as Tony stepped through the door. The sight of him made his breath hitch. He looked so sharp and sophisticated in his gray three-piece suit, burgundy tie, and black wing tipped loafers. Tony looked at Steve and smiled.
“Hi hunny, I’m home!” he said in a sing-song voice. Steve smiled at his antics.
“Welcome home, babe.” He watched as Tony removed his jacket and sunglasses and placed his keys on the table. When Tony turned around, he saw Steve standing there with his arms help open. Tony walked over and didn’t hesitate to fall into his arms. They stayed locked in an embrace for a few moments, Steve whispering sweet nothings into Tony’s ear and telling him how much he missed him.
By this time, it was nearing 5 O’ clock. Steve was thinking that it was time to get some dinner started. This thought seemed to be punctuated by a rather loud grumble that came from Tony’s stomach, He chuckled.
“Sorry babe, I had to skip lunch because I was so caught up in paperwork. What do you say we start dinner?”
Steve smiled at him. “I was just thinking the same thing. You stay here and let me check to see what we have in the fridge.”
Steve spent the next few minutes in the kitchen, trying to determine what he should cook. What he didn’t realize is that Tony had coke closer and was now watching him from the doorway. Steve’s back was turned and he had an array of different ingredients arranged on the marble le countertop. He called over his shoulder to Tony.
“Hey, so you want chicken or pasta tonight?”
“Hey, there’s no need to shout Steve I’m right here. Steve’s face flushed slightly in embarrassment. He hadn’t heard Tony approach.
Tony smirked, seeing the slight blush that was staining his cheeks.
“Tony I…” His words were cut short when Tony closed the distance between them and whispered into his ear.
I don’t care what we have, as long as I get to see that perfect ass moving around the kitchen.”
Steve now felt hot and felt a blush coming to his face again, but this time, it was for an entirely different reason.
Steve shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. “Well, uh, chicken it is then.”
Tony noticed the effect his words were having on Steve and this caused a smile to grace his lips before he sidled back into the den to wait for dinner to be ready.
After they had finished dinner and the dishes had been done, they both decided to retire early to the bedroom. Steve was laying on his stomach sketching the backdrop of the Stark Towers when he heard the bathroom door open. He craned his neck. Tony emerged, clad only in boxers since it was early September and the temperature was still pretty warm. He was admiring the view of Tony’s strong arms, slightly round tummy and gorgeously tanned skin when he saw Tony coming over to the bed. He was about to turn onto his back when he felt Tony drape himself over the length of Steve’s body. Steve put his head back onto the pillow, relishing in the feel of Tony against him. Of course Tony wouldn’t be Tony if he hadn’t decided that it was a good time to be a little shit. He started ghosting his fingers down the length of Steve’s spine, causing him to shiver and goosebumps to break out along his arms. He then pushed himself higher on Steve so that his mouth was in line with Steve’s neck. He started to place wet kisses all over the side of his neck, laughing when Steve scrunched his neck up like a turtle, trying to block his lover’s playful attack and the ticklish sensations that were assaulting his nerves.
“Tony stop it that tickles!” Tony ignored Steve’s protest and kept up the kisses, causing Steve to giggle and yelp. He turned his neck and locked eyes with Tony. He saw the mischievous sparkle in them and knew that Tony was in one of his rare moods when he wanted to play.
Well. duh, Cap, that’s kind of the point.” Tony gave him a shit-eating grin, one of those classic Stark smiles. Steve smiled back.
“Well, if that’s the game you want to play, then who am I to deny you?” Tony gave him a confused look, not expecting that answer. All the sudden Steve twisted his body and reversed their positions. Tony gave a startled yelp and he suddenly found himself with 200 lbs of American muscle sitting on his hips. He spoke to Tony, a fond reprimand in his voice.
“Well, since you initiated this little game, how do you intend to end it?” Tony gave him a coy smile.
“I can think of plenty of ways. Stop trying to act like that innocent kid from Brooklyn, we all know I have corrupted you by now.” Steve gave a small laugh.
“Well, I can’t really argue with that one. Sensing the mood change, re reached down under the bed and pulled out the cuffs they sometimes used whenever they were feeling frisky. Steve’s eyes met Tony’s, silently asking for his approval and permission. Tony nodded his head. Even though he was exhausted from his trip, he has missed Steve badly and needed this time with him. He slowly stretched his arms up and Steve gave him a genuine smile. He loved how much Tony trusted him and how he felt safe enough with Steve to engage in this sort of play. He cuffed his hands to the headboard. He then did the same thing to his feet. When Steve was finished, Tony was tied spread eagle to the bed, unable to move anything but his head. Steve looked at Tony and felt a rush of hot excitement coursing through his veins. Tony looked so vulnerable, yet exquisite at the same time. So much exposed skin just waiting to be exploited by his fingers. He walked closer to Tony.
“Are you ready for me to tickle you out of your genius mind?”
Tony swallowed and his mouth suddenly felt really dry. It was a well-known fact between the two of them that he was extremely ticklish. It was something Steve seemed to utterly adore, but it was also something that left Tony with conflicting feelings. He hated that he had such a weakness, but he loved how happy kit made Steve and how it gave him an excuse to have his hands all over him. It was Heaven and Hell all at once. This time, his need for Steve won out and he shook his head yes. Steve grinned.
“Don’t worry babe, I won’t go too hard on you. I know you have had a long day. Tony looked up at him. “Thanks”.
Steve walked over to the dresser and pulled out a black blindfold. He placed the material over Tony’s eyes and lifted his head so he could secure it in the back.
“I want you to just focus on the feeling of my hands on your body and nothing else”
Tony let out a soft whine. It was so much worse when he couldn’t see Steve because he never knew when or where the next attack was coming from. Steve noticed Tony’s distress and leaned over to kiss him softly on the lips.
“Don’t worry babe, you can trust me.” Tony thunked his head against the pillow.
“You’re planning on killing me Rogers, aren’t you?” Steve ignored the snarky comment and decided it was time to get started. All was quiet for a few moments. Steve was standing next to the bed, watching Tony as he awaited what was about to happen to him. He started to squirm slightly on the bed, the nervous anticipation starting to get to him. He was about to tell Steve to “Hurry up and get on with it, damn it” when he felt the first brush of fingers against his side. It was really light and barely detectable, but his brain still registered it as being ticklish. He tightened his lips and caught the giggles that were bubbling up in his throat. He then felt fingers fluttering against his belly. He tried to stifle the few giggles that threatened to spill from his lips. Steve saw Tony’s face and how it was starting to turn pink from his effort not to laugh.
“How long do you think you can keep that up, Tones? Come on, you know you want to laugh.”
He then brought his fingers down to skitter them across the expanse of Tony’s lower belly. Tony was starting to lose it. Teasing was so unfair. It always made things ten times worse and he Steve knew it. The bastard. He was his gorgeous bastard though and Tony loved that he had this mischievous side to him. He was shaken from his thoughts when he suddenly felt Steve start to trace the outline of his hipbones, lightly digging into the bones on both sides. This is when Tony completely lost it. Bright giggles started to spill from his lips as Steve used his thumb and pointer fingers to continuously poke and prod his hips.
“AHIHIHIHI Steve Stop it! HAHAHA!!”
Steve looked up from his work to see that Tony had his head back, helpless giggles pouring out of his mouth. Steve stopped tickling Tony and moved closer to his head. Tony frowned from the loss of contact and a confused look came across his features.
“What Steve, are you done already? I’m not that tired.” Steve laughed, giving Tony another small peck on the lips.
“Ae you kidding me Stark? I’m not even close to being done with you yet. I’m just getting started.” Tony felt a shiver of excitement run up his spine at Steve’s words and the tone of voice he was using. He loved it when his soldier took charge. It was a major turn on. Steve then bent down and whispered in Tony’s ear.
“That was just the appetizer. Now it’s time for the main course.”
Before Tony had a chance to respond, he felt Steve drilling his fingers into the tender juncture where the neck meets the collarbone. He shrieked, surprised by the sudden assault. Laughter poured out of him like a symphony, flowing freely now.
‘HEHEHE STEVE OH MY GOD STEVE STOOOOP!!”
He was trying his best to strap Steve’s hands with his head, but he was too fast for him. Steve then removed his hands from his neck. A moment later, Steve started to drag his fingers down the sensitive flesh of his inner forearms, making him giggle and strain on the ropes. Steve then spent a few moment drilling into the hyper ticklish armpits, paying close attention to the very center of the armpit, his fingers tickling and teasing with devastating accuracy. This made Tony howl. No matter how much he tried to pull on his arms to protect the ticklish skin, his arms were trapped above his head and all he could do was toss his head back and forth to try to alleviate the ticklish feeling. Steve finally took pity on him and switched spots. Tony felt relief wash over him now that his armpits were no longer being tickled, but this relief was short lived.
Steve brought his hands lower and started to knead the sensitive area between Tony’s armpits and upper ribs. He goosed the flesh over and over. This brought on another string of pleas and high pitched giggling.
“HIHIHI STEVE STOP PLEASE NO MORE HAHAHAHA!!”
Steve stilled his fingers for a moment, giving Tony a moment to rest. He watched as Tony took in large lungfuls of air, grateful for the small break. A few moments later, Steve was back at it. This time, he focused on tracing his fingers along the ridges of Tony’s ribcage, making sure his fingers found the lines and spaces in between Tony’s ribs so he could draw out the most ticklish reactions. He then started to squeeze Tony’s sides in rapid succession. At this point, Tony was starting to go crazy. He was wiggling and squirming as much as his bonds would allow his face was stretched into a helpless smile and he was lost to his laughter.
“HEHEHE STEVE YOU HAVE TO STOP! I CAN’T TAKE IT. HAHAHA!!”
Steve continued his torment for a few more moments, which felt like an eternity to Tony. When he finally stopped, he thunked his head down on the pillow in exhaustion. He then felt Steve move down to the foot of the bed and he knew where the situation was headed. He started to panic.
“NO, STEVE NOT MY FEET!! PLEASE DON’T TICKLE MY FEET!!”
Steve laughed. “Hearing you already panicked, you really think I’m gonna stop now?” You’re that bad and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Tony groaned, surrendering to his fate. “Ugh, why are you so mean to me, Steve?”
“I’m not mean to you, Tony. If I was mean, then I would do this.”
With that being said, Tony felt ten fingers descending on his helpless soles. He let out a shriek that made Steve wince before dissolving into helpless laughter. He let out gales of laughter as Steve tickled every inch of his feet. He tickled the pads of his feet, the instep, the balls, and made sure to pay special attention to the sensitive skin underneath Tony’s toes.
“HIHIHIHI STEVE PLEASE STOP, I’M BEGGING YOU!”
Steve only tickled his feet for another minute or two because he didn’t want to truly torture Tony. He knew how unbearable feet tickling was for him and he stopped shortly after he had started. He took his fingers off of Tony’s feet and Tony breathed a sigh of relief, trying to will his hammering heart to calm down.
“I will be right back babe.” Tony lifted his head.
“Wait, where are you going?” Steve did not reply. He heard Steve’s retreating footsteps as he walked out of the bedroom. He heard as he rummaged around for something. A few moments later, he returned to the bedroom and Tony hear him put a few things down on the dresser. Steve then learned down and whispered into Tony’s ear.
“Now it’s time for dessert.”
Tony heard a top pop open. Nothing happened for a moment or two. He was about to ask Steve what was going on when he suddenly felt a cold line of something being poured onto his neck. It was close enough to his face that Tony could smell that it was chocolate syrup. Steve then leaned into Tony and licked the line of chocolate off of his neck. Tony giggled and squirmed, trying to shield his sensitive neck with his shoulder. Once Steve was done here, he moved down Tony’s body, stopping at his midsection. He poured another line of syrup onto Tony’s ribs on both sides. He bent down, pressing his lips against Tony’s skin, smearing the chocolate around. He then used the tip of his tongue to trace the spaces in between his ribs while licking the syrup up. He then went to his other set of ribs and gave them the same treatment.
Meanwhile, Tony was going crazy. He was laughing and squirming and couldn’t handle the conflicting sensations that were currently assaulting his brain. The feeling of Steve’s mouth as something sensual and arousing about having his boyfriend’s mouth on his skin. It was an intimate act meant only for him and this caused the blood to rush south of his body.
Steve then poured syrup on Tony’s sides and used his lips and tongue to stimulate the sensitive nerve endings that resided there. He then used his teeth to softly nibble the sensitive flesh. This was more that Tony could stand.
“AHHH STEVE NO TEETH NO TEETH!! YOU KNOW I CAN’T TAKE THAT HAHAHAHA NOOOOO!”
Steve switched back to using just lips, knowing that Tony was nearing the end of his limits.
“One more thing, ok babe?” Tony was taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. He was nearly spent but shook his head ok. He then heard Steve put down the syrup and pick something else up. He then felt Steve spraying something onto his tummy, being careful not to get anything on or near his arc. It was whipped cream. Steve leaned down and started to lick the cream off of his belly. Tony cackled, his laughter going higher the closer Steve got to his belly button. When all but his belly button was cleaned from the cream, Steve decided to focus on the most ticklish spot on his boyfriend’s body. He leaned his face down and tentatively placed his tongue on the sensitive nub of his boyfriend’s outie belly button. Tony was already sensitized from the previous belly tickling, and now his most ticklish spot was under attack. Steve used the edge of his tongue to lick the cream off of Tony’s belly button and he used his teeth to gently graze the sensitive flesh. Tony’s laughter was now high pitched and desperate and he was tossing his head back and forth, pleas for mercy spilling forth from his lips.
At this point, Steve knew that Tony had reached his limits. He stopped tickling his belly button and decided to end things on a sweet note. He started with Tony’s hands. He placed a kiss on each of Tony’s fingers and palms. He then trailed soft kisses down his arms. Tony giggled quietly, the feeling ticklish, yet nice at the same time. Steve then moved onto Tony’s body. He placed light kisses against Tony’s ribs and sides, and kissed up and down his stomach, purposefully avoiding his belly button. Tony wiggled a bit in his bonds, his sensitized body feeling every movement of Steve’s lips against his skin. Finally, Steve started to rub soothing circles into the skin of Tony’s belly in an attempt to ease his tingly skin. After a few moments of this treatment, Tony found himself starting to moan a little, getting lost in the soothing and lovely feeling. Once Steve felt that Tony had calmed down, he went to the head of the bed, slipping the blindfold off of Tony’s eyes. It took Tony a minute for his eyes to adjust to the soft glow of the bedroom light. His eyes immediately landed on Steve. He licked his dry lips and shifted in his bonds. Steve looked at him with a hungry look in his eyes. He looked gorgeous. His hair was all disheveled from his tossing, there was a slight sheen of sweat on his tanned skin, and he had slight red marks on the spots that Steve had tormented a little more than others. Steve noticed that Tony’s eyes were darker and that his breathing was a little irregular. He leaned in close to Tony, his breath ghosting over his ear shell.
“Babe, you look so good, I could just eat you up.” He stood up, looking at his lover. Tony gave him a disarming smile.
Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again. There is no such thing as Tony in a relationship with Loki, Bruce or Steve. He's with Pepper, and that's a downright fact, douchenozzle.
Um. excuse me Mr./Ms. attitude. If you don't like the things i post, why are you on this blog? Yes, I know, Mr. Stark is in a relationship with Ms. Potts. It's actually quite a beautiful relationship that I'd hate to see separated. Superhusbands, Science Boyfriends, and FrostIron are SHIPS. Merely things to fangirl over and draw and write about. Yes, I know these ships are not realities, but it's fun to pretend. SHIPS.
Begone you unworthy peasant child.Btw, nice job hiding behind anon.
