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dontwantmebackTitle: Sexytimes Part Twenty-Four - Bruce/Tony
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 502 words
When Bruce agreed to play with Stark, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Bruce had thought 'science', 'technology', 'tracking down the cube and saving the planet'. Bruce most certainly had not thought 'sex'. Not that he objected; his condition didn't exactly give him the luxury of developing relationships that were anything more than professional. And S.H.I.E.L.D. was the last place he would think to try to look. Agent Romanov had made it abundantly clear what people around there thought of him. That he was some monster just seconds away from some sort of mass destruction.
Which wasn't entirely untrue, actually. But he had it under control, barring extenuating circumstances.
Bruce wasn't sure if Tony Stark yanking him into a supply closet on a flying ship and announcing they were going to play counted as extenuating circumstances. And he wasn't sure what the other guy thought about sex at all. It was entirely possible he had a Hulk-sized libido and was just as horny as Bruce was, and maybe the supply closet on the flying ship wasn't the best place to test that theory, but it was Stark's idea, Stark who had started at all. So maybe, just a little bit, Bruce could blame Stark if things went poorly.
After about ten minutes in the closet being kissed by a man who did it like it was his job, though, things didn't seem to be going poorly at all. It seemed like it was going to be just fine, and Bruce was starting to think maybe he could have a closer to normal life than he'd been leading, even with his condition. He was starting to think that maybe casual sex at least was back on the table.
Which of course meant that was the exact moment the door opened and standing there on the other side was some kid who looked like an intern or something, and Agent Coulson himself wearing an expression Bruce would place somewhere at about sixty percent annoyed and forty percent amused.
"Gentlemen."
"Do you mind?" Stark complained, even as Bruce pushed him away.
"I think you made a wrong turn. You're meant to be in the lab, and this isn't it."
"We were trying to conduct an experiment."
"An experiment?" Bruce didn't blame Coulson for disbelieving that. It wasn't a very good lie.
"Yes. An experiment. A very sensitive experiment that you've just interrupted and completely ruined."
Coulson seemed to be fighting back a smirk, hiding his laughter behind a stern face. "And what would that be?"
Stark adjusted his shirt and smoothed his hair. "Turns out heightened emotion aside from anger can't release the rage monster. You're welcome."
And just like that he breezed out of the closet and down toward the lab, like nothing had happened, like they hadn't just been caught dishevelled and trying to climb into one another's pants. Bruce realised then that whatever respect he might have for Tony Stark wasn't going to stop the man from being incessantly annoying.
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Length: 502 words
When Bruce agreed to play with Stark, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. Bruce had thought 'science', 'technology', 'tracking down the cube and saving the planet'. Bruce most certainly had not thought 'sex'. Not that he objected; his condition didn't exactly give him the luxury of developing relationships that were anything more than professional. And S.H.I.E.L.D. was the last place he would think to try to look. Agent Romanov had made it abundantly clear what people around there thought of him. That he was some monster just seconds away from some sort of mass destruction.
Which wasn't entirely untrue, actually. But he had it under control, barring extenuating circumstances.
Bruce wasn't sure if Tony Stark yanking him into a supply closet on a flying ship and announcing they were going to play counted as extenuating circumstances. And he wasn't sure what the other guy thought about sex at all. It was entirely possible he had a Hulk-sized libido and was just as horny as Bruce was, and maybe the supply closet on the flying ship wasn't the best place to test that theory, but it was Stark's idea, Stark who had started at all. So maybe, just a little bit, Bruce could blame Stark if things went poorly.
After about ten minutes in the closet being kissed by a man who did it like it was his job, though, things didn't seem to be going poorly at all. It seemed like it was going to be just fine, and Bruce was starting to think maybe he could have a closer to normal life than he'd been leading, even with his condition. He was starting to think that maybe casual sex at least was back on the table.
Which of course meant that was the exact moment the door opened and standing there on the other side was some kid who looked like an intern or something, and Agent Coulson himself wearing an expression Bruce would place somewhere at about sixty percent annoyed and forty percent amused.
"Gentlemen."
"Do you mind?" Stark complained, even as Bruce pushed him away.
"I think you made a wrong turn. You're meant to be in the lab, and this isn't it."
"We were trying to conduct an experiment."
"An experiment?" Bruce didn't blame Coulson for disbelieving that. It wasn't a very good lie.
"Yes. An experiment. A very sensitive experiment that you've just interrupted and completely ruined."
Coulson seemed to be fighting back a smirk, hiding his laughter behind a stern face. "And what would that be?"
Stark adjusted his shirt and smoothed his hair. "Turns out heightened emotion aside from anger can't release the rage monster. You're welcome."
And just like that he breezed out of the closet and down toward the lab, like nothing had happened, like they hadn't just been caught dishevelled and trying to climb into one another's pants. Bruce realised then that whatever respect he might have for Tony Stark wasn't going to stop the man from being incessantly annoying.