A/N: Hey all! Sorry for the long wait! Schoolwork is starting to kick my but(Math Major problems... ugh). Here's an update though! I think I said in the previous chapter that I'm planning on wrapping this up at chapter 20. But there will be more Superhusbands to come(hopefully)!

Enjoy!


Chapter 18

The two remained quiet throughout the remainder of the movie, but both were aware that neither was truly paying attention. The credits began to roll across the screen, names scrolling almost too quickly to read, and Steve opened his mouth to ask JARVIS to roll the next movie, but Tony stopped him.

"Steve," he said sternly, twisting around to face his boyfriend. His fractured leg that was now encased in the Iron Man armor hung off the couch, glinting in the low light. "We need to talk about this."

"I…it slipped out." He babbled. "I didn't mean to say it." Tony's facial expression changed into something Steve knew he never wanted to see on his boyfriend's face again.

"You don't mean it?" His face was straight, but Steve could clearly see the sadness in his deep brown eyes.

"Of course I do!" Steve blurted, taking Tony's face in his hands and pressing their foreheads together. Tony's eyes were downcast for a moment before meeting Steve's. "Of course I do," he repeated, softer this time.

"But you didn't mean to say it?" Tony still sounded broken and Steve hated himself for making him sound this way.

"What I didn't mean to do was scare you by voicing my feelings. I don't expect you or want you to say it back if you don't feel the same way. I don't want you to feel pressured."

"I'm not," Tony said and his voice cracked. He cleared it and continued. "I'm not pressured. Just surprised."

Steve raised his eyebrows. "Surprised? Why?" His hands dropped from the genius' face to rub gently at his thighs.

"I didn't think anyone could." Tony collapsed on top of Steve's body and buried his head into his shoulder.

"Could what?" Steve asked, rubbing his lower back soothingly. "Love you?" Steve felt his boyfriend nod into his neck and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach. "Tony…"

"The only person who ever said it was my mom. She said it a lot too. I think she was trying to make up for my dad's lack of emotions. I think he only saw me as the heir to SI. And Pepper, I think she loved me, I really think she did, but she never explicitly said it. And I really don't blame her." He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "So you are the first person, bar my mom, to have said those three words in succession in the same sentence."

"Tony, you know I mean it, right?" Steve didn't hear him say anything and didn't feel him acknowledge him physically either. "Right?"

"Steve I…"

"Tony!" He said, his voice raising more than he meant to. He squeezed his eyes shut and fell silent again, feeling the steady hum of his boyfriend's arc reactor against his chest. He took a moment, allowing the tech to relax him. "Tony," he said again, once he had calmed down, his voice quieter now.

"Yeah." Tony finally answered, head still tucked into Steve's shoulder. Steve felt Tony's breath against his neck and he shivered a bit, despite the warmth. "Yeah, I know you mean it." Tony lifted his head from his boyfriend's body and smiled at him, that wide, toothy grin that made his eyes crinkle up at the corners.

"Good." Steve returned his smile, wondering how he ever managed to catch a man like Tony, but he knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Tony's warm, chocolate brown eyes studied Steve's face, flickering over his strong blue eyes before glancing over his cheekbones and finally stopping at his lips. Steve watched as Tony's tongue darted out to wet his lips.

Steve couldn't hold back anymore—he had his incredibly sexy and devilishly handsome boyfriend on top of him, their bodies pressed together from their chests down. Was he really expected to be able to resist? He pressed his hands firmly against Tony's lower back and kissed him.

Tony groaned immediately, the noise reverberating through both of their bodies and shooting heat straight to Steve's groin. He couldn't help but buck up and Tony pushed right back, forcing him to pull away from the kiss and gasp.

"Tony…" Steve swallowed hard and Tony could hear how wrecked he already sounded. His face was beginning to flush, too, the color creeping down to hide under his grey t-shirt. Not to mention the excitement going on below.

"God." Tony nipped at Steve's neck, pulling the collar of his shirt down so he could lap at his collarbone. "Love this." The 'love you' hung in the air, unsaid, but not unheard, and Steve smiled.

"Me too," Steve replied, shutting and groaning again when his boyfriend pushed his hips forward. "But we can't. You need to take it easy."

"Don't you want to Steve?" Tony smirked, Steve could feel it without seeing it. Tony's calloused hands were under his shirt, running over his firm abs. It was hard for Steve to focus.

"God, yes. You know I do, you're you, but we can't. I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you." The warmth atop him left and Steve opened his eyes. Tony was back in his original spot on Steve's lower half.

He smiled fondly and in understanding at Steve, his pupils slowly shrinking down to a normal size. "I get it. If I were you, I'd do the same."

"It's not that I don't want to." Steve swallowed again—the lump in his throat would not go away—and couldn't help but look Tony up and down. "Because I really want to." A corner of Tony's mouth quirked up and he nodded, reaching over to slide his hand into Steve's and curl their fingers together.

"I know. Even if your mouth wasn't telling me that, your body sure as hell is. Don't worry about it." He glanced back at the TV, which was now back to the Blu-ray menu, and sighed. "Don't suppose you want to watch the third movie?" Steve pressed his lips together and shook his head.

"Not really. I'm a bit tired, long day." He grinned at Tony and his boyfriend rolled his eyes. "Want to go to bed?"

"Sounds like a solid plan to me." Tony stared at Steve expectantly and Steve cocked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I'm waiting for you to carry me to bed. Chop, chop Cap. I have to take it easy, remember?" Steve laughed and stood, pulling Tony into his arms. Tony wrapped his own around Steve's neck, pressing kisses into his jaw as they made their way to the billionaire's bedroom, making Steve chuckle.

"That's distracting." He paused mid-step to adjust Tony in his arms.

"That was the idea." He continued kissing and nipping at Steve's skin all the way to Tony's room, and by the time they got there, both were laughing.

Steve managed to somewhat gently drop Tony onto the bed before collapsing next to him, still giggling. Tony watched the blond—his eyes were closed, nose scrunched up, mouth open with a blinding smile and letting out the second most gorgeous sound he had ever heard(first place definitely went to the way Steve moaned his name when they finally made love). He pulled Steve in and without thinking, while he was in mid-laugh, kissed him.

What was Captain America doing to him?


Tony woke when he felt something warm and bright on his face.

Damn sun.

He groaned quietly and tried shifting a bit—until he realized that he couldn't really move. He then realized that he couldn't move because Steve was cuddled up behind him, spooning his body. His large arms were wrapped around Tony's waist and his broad chest pressed snug against his back.

Tony sighed softly and placed his hand over Steve's, snuggling back into his embrace. He would've never guessed that he would end up with someone who was so caring, sweet and loving and it scared Tony.

He loved Steve, he did. The problem was that it was hard for him to verbalize it.

He had a plan, though, and he'd be damned if it didn't work.


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