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"OH MY GOD," I hear Bruce spit his soda out. "TONY COME HERE!"
"God, I am like 5 feet away from you, why are you yelling, what?" I walk over to where Bruce and sat in the seat next to him.
"Look at this!" I look at the computer to see a drawing of me and Steve... having sex?
"What the shit Bruce?"
"I don't know I was just looking at all the cool fanart made for the team on this website" He laughs trying not to fall out of his set.
"What website?" I watch him slip from his chair.
"It's called Tumblr," He tries to stop laughing on the floor. "I was just looking at art people made but then there was this post of someone asking, 'Do you ship Stony or Stucky?'. I was confused so I looked to up and found some really cute drawing of you and Steve as a couple. Then I found this and I kinda lost my shit."
"Well yea no shit you lost your shit." I roll my eyes and walk back to my work desk trying to finish this new iron man suit. I tried to stop thinking about the drawing of me and Steve, I mean he is my teammate, yea he is very cute and handsome but still I work with the guy, he is like a brother to me. "So people just draw pictures of me and Steve having sex?" I ask Bruce as he gets up off the floor.
"Yea, but they do other things as well." He smiles and turns around to face my desk.
"What do you mean?" I ask turning my head to him.
"Well, there are these things called fanfics, and there like stories or some shit." Bruce explained.
"Bruce, how do you know so much about this?" I gave him a look.
"Like I said I got bored and when on Tumblr. Found this shit and did so research, for science of course. Here I will send you a link to this website that has fanfics, so you can do so science research too." He winks at me. At this point I am concerned about what these 'fanfics' are going to entail, but if I have learned anything from these years with Bruce is to just go with it.
"Whatever, I will check it out later I guess." I turn to my desk seeing that Bruce sent me a link called "Stony Fanfics". I don't click, I am too scared. If it's anything like the picture then I better wait for tonight to read anything. I glans over my shoulder to see Bruce with a cocky smile, he knows I want to click the link. Bruce is my best friend, besides Steve, and he knows that I have a small crush on that blonde haired, bright blue-eyed, tall star-spangled man, okay maybe I have a huge crush on him but who could blame me.
"I see what you are trying to do Bruce." I turn fully to him once again.
"Oh, whatever do you mean Tony?" His grin widens.
"You know damn well what I mean Banner." I get up from my chair and leave the lab without saying a word.
"Hey, where you going?" Bruce asked, but I am done with his shit right now. I haven't slept in 4 days now, and I need some rest from this shit. Rushing to my room I ask Jarvis to lock my doors and to let nobody in.
I take off my pants and shirt to get comfortable and lay there on my bed are countless minutes, but I can't fall asleep.
'Fuck' I think. 'Why can't I sleep? Maybe... No, I am not going to give in one of Bruce's crazy plans on getting me to tell Steve how I feel... Fuck it.'
I grabbed my phone from my nightstand, it was right next to a box of tissues. I look at the links that Bruce sent to me, there was one titled 'Stony Fanfics', I clicked it. Scrolling down the pages until I find one that caught my eyes, I beg myself not to click it but it's just going to bother me.
As I start reading I realize how long this fanfic is. 'When are we getting to the part were we fuck?' I stroll down until I see apart where Steve is undressing me. 'Now this is what I want'
I feel myself getting hard. 'Is it weird to want this from my best friend? I mean I have thought about this before, but he is Captain America I can't have a sexual relationship with him! But he is Captain America and he is hot as hell!' I yell at myself.
I grab myself through my boxers. Whining for friction and begging for Steve to help me get off and to just suck me.
Fuck I couldn't take it, I stopped reading and pulled my boxers all the way. Beginning to stroking my now fully hard cock and rubbing the tip with my thumb. Just thinking about Steve here in this room, maybe him sucking me off as he touches himself.
"Oh fuck yes, Steve!" The thought of Steve consumes my mind, pulling me closer and closer to cumming. Then the image of Steve riding my cock makes me want to scream, just the thought of him, me grabbing his hips and bucking up to fuck him harder and deeper, him yell my name with every other thrust. Him jerking himself off and... and...
"STEVE!" I moan cumming, painting my stomach with white, I try to catch my breath. "God damn." I wait a few moments then lean over my nightstand and grab some tissue to clean myself off. I throw the used tissue somewhere into the darkness of my room and roll over. Tomorrow I think I really need to have a talk with myself about Steve... god, I need help.