Steve and Tony, 5/28
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om_mainSteve and Tony celebrate Tony's eighteenth in private with an exchange of gifts. Because why should Steve have all the fun?
Dinner had been a success, thanks to Steve's fail-safe combination of pasta with a side of salad, high quality scallops and bacon with arugula bringing it up to the point of being birthday-worthy. Tony was having a whole thing later, and Steve was thrilled that he'd gone with something that suited him rather than what people would expect for Tony Stark's eighteenth birthday, but he still wanted to do something just for the two of them.
He fished a lighter out of the junk drawer of the kitchen, lighting the one candle in the apple cake he'd baked before taking it back out to the table where Tony was waiting. "I'll spare you the singing," he said, smirking as he set it down in front of him.
"Just as well, we'd probably have to pay royalties," Tony said as he eyed the concoction in front of him. Not that he doubted Steve's cooking, but he probably shouldn't have made quite so many apple pie jokes, he realized in retrospect.
Still, with an internal shrug, he leaned forward to blow the candle out.
Steve grinned when Tony blew it out, and plucked it out before cutting into it. The cake was moist and unfrosted, instead topped in cinnamon spiced apples, and he plopped a dollop of homemade whipped cream on top before cutting himself a slice. "Did you make a wish?"
"I don't make wishes," Tony said with a snort as he grabbed for a fork and eyed the confection in front of him, "I grant them. I'm a giver like that."
Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes, even as he was smiling fondly. "They're not actually mutually exclusive. Everyone has things they wish for." He plated his piece and settled in a seat, then gestured with his fork over at the cake. "Eat. It's not going to bite back."
Tony eyed him, then took a forkful and bit into it almost defiantly. Which, okay. It was good. "Hardly matters anyway," he said as he chewed. "I got everything already."
"You can wish for some manners," Steve teased, throwing a balled up napkin at him. "Chew with your mouth closed."
And so Tony very pointedly swallowed before sticking his tongue out. "You're supposed to be nice to me. It's my birthday."
Steve just grinned back. "Chew with your mouth closed please." He ate his own bite with a happy little sound, then quirked an eyebrow after swallowing. "I guess since you've got everything, you don't want the present I got you, huh?"
"What? No." Tony gave him his best narrow-eyed look, straightening up haughtily. "Shower me with gifts, what else do I keep you around for?"
"Sex," said Steve, completely deadpan, and he was proud of the way he hardly even flushed. "I thought that was obvious. I actually thought I was keeping you around for presents." Because he could kid about that now, too, especially since Tony didn't try as often anymore.
He leaned into the bag under the table, taking out a neatly wrapped gift that was, considering who was giving it, almost definitely art of some sort. "Happy birthday," he said, and the corner of his mouth kept twitching, despite his best efforts.
"See now I figured that would come later," Tony said with an easy smirk, though he reached out to take the gift almost curiously. Steve had something of an interesting track record with gifts, however many times Tony tried to tell him it wasn't necessary.
Of course, then he wouldn't get artistic masterpieces. Clearly. Tony took one look at the drawing in his hands, snorted once, and then broke out into full on snickers. That was really the only response you could give to an image of the armor wearing stockings of all goddamn things and leaning in some attempt at pin-up seduction on Dummy.
"Oh my god," he managed, choked with giggles.
Steve grinned big, pleased at the reaction. "I thought it could class up the place a little," he teased, leaning in to pretend to look at it with a critical eye. "If you'll notice, I tied in the gold of garter bow to the gold of the armor, and I really feel like the lines of the stockings and the lean of the suit really brings your eye u-"
He broke, the mask of seriousness collapsing into a giggles. "I can't." He put a hand over his eyes and sighed. "This is, by far, the trashiest thing I have ever drawn, so I hope you're proud that it was for you." He leaned in and kissed Tony's cheek, then pulled out another picture; it obviously framed even through the wrapping, instead of in a hard plastic sleeve like the other one. He'd used his charcoals to recreate a picture from the paparazzi in Italy, of the two of them and Sharon walking through the streets. "It's not as flashy, but I think you'll like it."
One of Tony's hands almost absently slid up into Steve's hair to hold him in place as he reached for the new drawing, then began stroking. "It's nice," he said a bit more quietly, and turned to find Steve's mouth for a thank-you kiss. "This place could probably use some decorating anyway."
Steve closed his eyes, melting just a little at the kiss and the hand in his hair, and a smile formed against Tony's mouth. "I'm glad you like it. And, hey. If you want anything specific for decorating, let me know."
"Or I could just let you pick." He gave Steve a look that was carefully neutral. "You know. If you wanted."
"Uh, sure." Steve gave him a small confused look, both for the look Tony was giving him, and being tasked with it. "I mean, sure, but you've seen mine. It's not very decorated either. But if you didn't mind that your apartment had more my style of things, then I wouldn't mind."
...right. Subtlety wasn't going to work here. "I mean," Tony said, letting out a long breath. "You could help decorate because it could be yours too."
"Oh." He just sat there for a moment in a stunned silence. Then, slowly, a soft smile took over, and he cupped Tony's cheek, his thumb stroking over the attempt at facial hair Tony was working. "Tony, are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Yeeees," Tony said slowly. "I mean. You're pretty much here all the time anyway."
Steve gave him a look at the addition, even though the corner of his mouth was tugging up. "Are you asking me to move in because you want me to move in, or because I might as well?"
"...both?" Tony gave him his best winning look, but even he could tell that this was going to require some actual emotions. Fun. He took a deep breath, expression shifting into something more serious. "I just want you here."
Steve had been just about to roll his eyes, but the shift in emotions wiped it away. Instead, his face went soft as his hand stroked down the line of Tony's neck, "I want to be here too." He gave Tony a small smile, squeezing his shoulder once. "I haven't even unpacked my stuff from school yet. I can move in tomorrow, if that's not too soon."
"Well I was planning on throwing a few orgies in here first," Tony drawled, giving him a dry look. "This is your home too. Do whatever you want."
"You're not going to spoil this moment by being crass, Tony, I'm too happy right now," Steve teased, dropping his fingers down to Tony's, tangling them together and running his thumb over the knuckles. He wanted to be closer, and was considering tugging him into his lap, but let him stay where he was. For now. "And watch out, you say that, and soon there will be pull up bars and art supplies and murals everywhere." He gave him a big, teasing grin. "You'll want to get rid of me, but it'll be too late."
Tony just gave him a sunny smile in return. "That's fine, I'm already installing a cot in the work room."
Steve laughed and snatched Tony, pulling him roughly into his lap. "You're an ass," he said, still laughing as he pressed his face into Tony's neck and thread his fingers into his hair. He squeezed him once and kissed his throat, humming a soft "I love you," against his skin. He didn't say it often at all, he could count the times on one hand, but Tony had said that the thought was nice, that first time, so he let himself now and then, at important times, even if Tony didn't say it back. He said it for himself and so that Tony knew, not to hear it himself.
He might have made a show of huffing as he was tugged across, but considering how easily Tony settled against Steve, there wasn't much force behind it. "Well I'm a very lovable ass," he said, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend's jaw.
There was a joke there, and Steve made a face like he wanted to make it, but in the end decided not to take low hanging fruit. He relaxed in his seat and tugged gently at Tony's hair as he passed his hand through it. He was thinking about a lot of things- how Tony had given him a home, and now a home for them to share, the weirdness of his life right now, and how normal it all seemed. Finally, he just brought Tony's hand to his mouth so he could kiss at his knuckles. "I'm pretty sure it's rude to outdo me on your own birthday, though."
"I don't know what you're talking about, this was a present to myself," Tony said with his best attempt at an aggrieved sniff. "And it's my birthday, so I can do whatever I want. Your turn is in a couple months."
Steve just rolled his eyes, letting it go with a fond smile. "Actually, now that you mention it." He put up his feet in another chair, which pulled Tony even more into his lap. "I actually know what I'd like, if you don't mind speeding along the legal system." He had a tiny grin as he said it, because he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
Tony gave him a wide, toothy grin. "Getting to screw with The Man? Now that's a birthday present." Never mind he pretty much was the man now. Details.
Steve grinned right back at him. "I thought you might say that." The hand in Tony's hair dropped to his stomach, and he slipped his fingers just under his shirt, absently tracing lines on his skin. "So, my name is legally changed, but I'm not eligable to change my legal gender on my birth certificate or IDs until I'm eighteen. Except that's when you start the paperwork, and I was wondering if there was any away to not have to...wait." He shifted a little uncomfortable, obviously somewhat torn by what he was asking.
With a thoughtful hum, Tony wriggled around until he was on his back with his head in Steve's lap. "If there's a way to do the paperwork online, it wouldn't be that hard to game the system into thinking you're already eighteen, if that's what you mean. Is it worth not waiting like, a month, though?" The look he tossed up at him made it a genuine question rather than anything sarcastic.
Steve shifted a little as he chewed at his lip. "I wouldn't want it to actually be changed until my birthday. It's more that I can't even submit anything until I turn eighteen, and then I wait for it to be processed, and then I wait after my birth certificate comes back and take it to get my license changed, and wait for my license to get back, and then change my passport, and then you can change it with social security. I was hoping there was a way to just. Not so much go behind the law as make it go faster. I've already been waiting a long time, and I'm tired of getting that look every time I have to show my ID."
He huffed once, visibly relaxing with the exhale and turning his attention back on Tony with a smile. "Don't worry about it," he said gently, needlessly stroking hair back from Tony's hair and letting his thumb trace over his eyebrows. "Not tonight, anyway. I shouldn't have gotten into it on your birthday, but the topic came up, and I've been considering whether or not to ask for a while."
"Huh," Tony said, sounding thoughtful. A moment or so later he shrugged, or at least as much as he could from a prone position. "I can see if I can cultivate any contacts that could expedite things. No promises, but worth looking into." He'd look into a few other things too, but he knew better than to tell Steve about it. At least until the whole thing was done.
"If you can't, or it's not worth the effort, it's fine. I appreciate the thought either way."
He dragged his fingers through Tony's hair, nails scraping lightly as they went upward from his neck. "I'm glad you're what you're doing what you're doing for your birthday party, by the way. It's very...you." Maybe not a good explanation, but it was the best way he could come up with.
"Well I did the big blowout thing last year," Tony said, arching comfortably into the petting. "Can't have people thinking I'm unoriginal or something."
"I'm not sure anyone could ever accuse you of that and keep a straight face, Tony." He moved his hand down, dragging dull nails over the lines of his neck and shoulders.
"Damn right," Tony agreed with a pleased sigh. "Anyway, it should be good. I haven't gotten enough of a chance to commune with the new nerds lately."
Steve smiled, and kept doing what he was doing, since Tony seemed to be enjoying it. "You should think about going back to the school once in a while. Or have them up here. It'd be good for you, just to work with people for the sake of working, with people who don't expect anything from you."
"Just collect them, like my own little minion army. I like this plan."
Steve laughed fondly and rolled his eyes a little. "You're terrible. Just make sure JARVIS feeds them."
"That's what I keep you around for," Tony said with a lazy grin. "And don't lie, you love it.'
Steve's grin went soft, and during their next pass, Steve's fingers grazed over Tony's cheek. "I never denied it."
Dinner had been a success, thanks to Steve's fail-safe combination of pasta with a side of salad, high quality scallops and bacon with arugula bringing it up to the point of being birthday-worthy. Tony was having a whole thing later, and Steve was thrilled that he'd gone with something that suited him rather than what people would expect for Tony Stark's eighteenth birthday, but he still wanted to do something just for the two of them.
He fished a lighter out of the junk drawer of the kitchen, lighting the one candle in the apple cake he'd baked before taking it back out to the table where Tony was waiting. "I'll spare you the singing," he said, smirking as he set it down in front of him.
"Just as well, we'd probably have to pay royalties," Tony said as he eyed the concoction in front of him. Not that he doubted Steve's cooking, but he probably shouldn't have made quite so many apple pie jokes, he realized in retrospect.
Still, with an internal shrug, he leaned forward to blow the candle out.
Steve grinned when Tony blew it out, and plucked it out before cutting into it. The cake was moist and unfrosted, instead topped in cinnamon spiced apples, and he plopped a dollop of homemade whipped cream on top before cutting himself a slice. "Did you make a wish?"
"I don't make wishes," Tony said with a snort as he grabbed for a fork and eyed the confection in front of him, "I grant them. I'm a giver like that."
Steve scoffed and rolled his eyes, even as he was smiling fondly. "They're not actually mutually exclusive. Everyone has things they wish for." He plated his piece and settled in a seat, then gestured with his fork over at the cake. "Eat. It's not going to bite back."
Tony eyed him, then took a forkful and bit into it almost defiantly. Which, okay. It was good. "Hardly matters anyway," he said as he chewed. "I got everything already."
"You can wish for some manners," Steve teased, throwing a balled up napkin at him. "Chew with your mouth closed."
And so Tony very pointedly swallowed before sticking his tongue out. "You're supposed to be nice to me. It's my birthday."
Steve just grinned back. "Chew with your mouth closed please." He ate his own bite with a happy little sound, then quirked an eyebrow after swallowing. "I guess since you've got everything, you don't want the present I got you, huh?"
"What? No." Tony gave him his best narrow-eyed look, straightening up haughtily. "Shower me with gifts, what else do I keep you around for?"
"Sex," said Steve, completely deadpan, and he was proud of the way he hardly even flushed. "I thought that was obvious. I actually thought I was keeping you around for presents." Because he could kid about that now, too, especially since Tony didn't try as often anymore.
He leaned into the bag under the table, taking out a neatly wrapped gift that was, considering who was giving it, almost definitely art of some sort. "Happy birthday," he said, and the corner of his mouth kept twitching, despite his best efforts.
"See now I figured that would come later," Tony said with an easy smirk, though he reached out to take the gift almost curiously. Steve had something of an interesting track record with gifts, however many times Tony tried to tell him it wasn't necessary.
Of course, then he wouldn't get artistic masterpieces. Clearly. Tony took one look at the drawing in his hands, snorted once, and then broke out into full on snickers. That was really the only response you could give to an image of the armor wearing stockings of all goddamn things and leaning in some attempt at pin-up seduction on Dummy.
"Oh my god," he managed, choked with giggles.
Steve grinned big, pleased at the reaction. "I thought it could class up the place a little," he teased, leaning in to pretend to look at it with a critical eye. "If you'll notice, I tied in the gold of garter bow to the gold of the armor, and I really feel like the lines of the stockings and the lean of the suit really brings your eye u-"
He broke, the mask of seriousness collapsing into a giggles. "I can't." He put a hand over his eyes and sighed. "This is, by far, the trashiest thing I have ever drawn, so I hope you're proud that it was for you." He leaned in and kissed Tony's cheek, then pulled out another picture; it obviously framed even through the wrapping, instead of in a hard plastic sleeve like the other one. He'd used his charcoals to recreate a picture from the paparazzi in Italy, of the two of them and Sharon walking through the streets. "It's not as flashy, but I think you'll like it."
One of Tony's hands almost absently slid up into Steve's hair to hold him in place as he reached for the new drawing, then began stroking. "It's nice," he said a bit more quietly, and turned to find Steve's mouth for a thank-you kiss. "This place could probably use some decorating anyway."
Steve closed his eyes, melting just a little at the kiss and the hand in his hair, and a smile formed against Tony's mouth. "I'm glad you like it. And, hey. If you want anything specific for decorating, let me know."
"Or I could just let you pick." He gave Steve a look that was carefully neutral. "You know. If you wanted."
"Uh, sure." Steve gave him a small confused look, both for the look Tony was giving him, and being tasked with it. "I mean, sure, but you've seen mine. It's not very decorated either. But if you didn't mind that your apartment had more my style of things, then I wouldn't mind."
...right. Subtlety wasn't going to work here. "I mean," Tony said, letting out a long breath. "You could help decorate because it could be yours too."
"Oh." He just sat there for a moment in a stunned silence. Then, slowly, a soft smile took over, and he cupped Tony's cheek, his thumb stroking over the attempt at facial hair Tony was working. "Tony, are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Yeeees," Tony said slowly. "I mean. You're pretty much here all the time anyway."
Steve gave him a look at the addition, even though the corner of his mouth was tugging up. "Are you asking me to move in because you want me to move in, or because I might as well?"
"...both?" Tony gave him his best winning look, but even he could tell that this was going to require some actual emotions. Fun. He took a deep breath, expression shifting into something more serious. "I just want you here."
Steve had been just about to roll his eyes, but the shift in emotions wiped it away. Instead, his face went soft as his hand stroked down the line of Tony's neck, "I want to be here too." He gave Tony a small smile, squeezing his shoulder once. "I haven't even unpacked my stuff from school yet. I can move in tomorrow, if that's not too soon."
"Well I was planning on throwing a few orgies in here first," Tony drawled, giving him a dry look. "This is your home too. Do whatever you want."
"You're not going to spoil this moment by being crass, Tony, I'm too happy right now," Steve teased, dropping his fingers down to Tony's, tangling them together and running his thumb over the knuckles. He wanted to be closer, and was considering tugging him into his lap, but let him stay where he was. For now. "And watch out, you say that, and soon there will be pull up bars and art supplies and murals everywhere." He gave him a big, teasing grin. "You'll want to get rid of me, but it'll be too late."
Tony just gave him a sunny smile in return. "That's fine, I'm already installing a cot in the work room."
Steve laughed and snatched Tony, pulling him roughly into his lap. "You're an ass," he said, still laughing as he pressed his face into Tony's neck and thread his fingers into his hair. He squeezed him once and kissed his throat, humming a soft "I love you," against his skin. He didn't say it often at all, he could count the times on one hand, but Tony had said that the thought was nice, that first time, so he let himself now and then, at important times, even if Tony didn't say it back. He said it for himself and so that Tony knew, not to hear it himself.
He might have made a show of huffing as he was tugged across, but considering how easily Tony settled against Steve, there wasn't much force behind it. "Well I'm a very lovable ass," he said, pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriend's jaw.
There was a joke there, and Steve made a face like he wanted to make it, but in the end decided not to take low hanging fruit. He relaxed in his seat and tugged gently at Tony's hair as he passed his hand through it. He was thinking about a lot of things- how Tony had given him a home, and now a home for them to share, the weirdness of his life right now, and how normal it all seemed. Finally, he just brought Tony's hand to his mouth so he could kiss at his knuckles. "I'm pretty sure it's rude to outdo me on your own birthday, though."
"I don't know what you're talking about, this was a present to myself," Tony said with his best attempt at an aggrieved sniff. "And it's my birthday, so I can do whatever I want. Your turn is in a couple months."
Steve just rolled his eyes, letting it go with a fond smile. "Actually, now that you mention it." He put up his feet in another chair, which pulled Tony even more into his lap. "I actually know what I'd like, if you don't mind speeding along the legal system." He had a tiny grin as he said it, because he had a feeling he already knew the answer.
Tony gave him a wide, toothy grin. "Getting to screw with The Man? Now that's a birthday present." Never mind he pretty much was the man now. Details.
Steve grinned right back at him. "I thought you might say that." The hand in Tony's hair dropped to his stomach, and he slipped his fingers just under his shirt, absently tracing lines on his skin. "So, my name is legally changed, but I'm not eligable to change my legal gender on my birth certificate or IDs until I'm eighteen. Except that's when you start the paperwork, and I was wondering if there was any away to not have to...wait." He shifted a little uncomfortable, obviously somewhat torn by what he was asking.
With a thoughtful hum, Tony wriggled around until he was on his back with his head in Steve's lap. "If there's a way to do the paperwork online, it wouldn't be that hard to game the system into thinking you're already eighteen, if that's what you mean. Is it worth not waiting like, a month, though?" The look he tossed up at him made it a genuine question rather than anything sarcastic.
Steve shifted a little as he chewed at his lip. "I wouldn't want it to actually be changed until my birthday. It's more that I can't even submit anything until I turn eighteen, and then I wait for it to be processed, and then I wait after my birth certificate comes back and take it to get my license changed, and wait for my license to get back, and then change my passport, and then you can change it with social security. I was hoping there was a way to just. Not so much go behind the law as make it go faster. I've already been waiting a long time, and I'm tired of getting that look every time I have to show my ID."
He huffed once, visibly relaxing with the exhale and turning his attention back on Tony with a smile. "Don't worry about it," he said gently, needlessly stroking hair back from Tony's hair and letting his thumb trace over his eyebrows. "Not tonight, anyway. I shouldn't have gotten into it on your birthday, but the topic came up, and I've been considering whether or not to ask for a while."
"Huh," Tony said, sounding thoughtful. A moment or so later he shrugged, or at least as much as he could from a prone position. "I can see if I can cultivate any contacts that could expedite things. No promises, but worth looking into." He'd look into a few other things too, but he knew better than to tell Steve about it. At least until the whole thing was done.
"If you can't, or it's not worth the effort, it's fine. I appreciate the thought either way."
He dragged his fingers through Tony's hair, nails scraping lightly as they went upward from his neck. "I'm glad you're what you're doing what you're doing for your birthday party, by the way. It's very...you." Maybe not a good explanation, but it was the best way he could come up with.
"Well I did the big blowout thing last year," Tony said, arching comfortably into the petting. "Can't have people thinking I'm unoriginal or something."
"I'm not sure anyone could ever accuse you of that and keep a straight face, Tony." He moved his hand down, dragging dull nails over the lines of his neck and shoulders.
"Damn right," Tony agreed with a pleased sigh. "Anyway, it should be good. I haven't gotten enough of a chance to commune with the new nerds lately."
Steve smiled, and kept doing what he was doing, since Tony seemed to be enjoying it. "You should think about going back to the school once in a while. Or have them up here. It'd be good for you, just to work with people for the sake of working, with people who don't expect anything from you."
"Just collect them, like my own little minion army. I like this plan."
Steve laughed fondly and rolled his eyes a little. "You're terrible. Just make sure JARVIS feeds them."
"That's what I keep you around for," Tony said with a lazy grin. "And don't lie, you love it.'
Steve's grin went soft, and during their next pass, Steve's fingers grazed over Tony's cheek. "I never denied it."
