This is a Stony One-shot! I'm a big fan of Stony one-shots, but idk if i should add it to this book, or just a new one-shot book for boy x boy.

Anyways, this was made by @persassy-minho

Thanks a ton for letting me post this!

Now let's get on with it!

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Beep beep. Beep beep.

Steve jolted up from his position lying in his bed. He rolled over to where his bedside table was placed to check the time on his god-forsaken alarm clock. His heart sank when it read 10:13, meaning exactly 43 minutes past the start of the important Avengers meeting with Fury. Steve could already hear the telling off he was going to get about how he needs to put more effort into his job, needs to take more responsibility, blah, blah, blah.

He decided that it was best he just stayed at the tower. Heaving himself off the warm, cozy bed of his he lazily pulled a white T-shirt over his head with black shorts. Waking up late was no excuse for skipping morning workout. Steve walked out of his room into the corridor. The deserted tower floors were mocking him and his shitty punctuality. I'm only human, he assured himself. Steve then entered the elevator and pushed button of the floor that would take him down to the gym. Not up to a minute later the elevator dinged signalling the journey was over and after followed the opening of the metal doors.

Lifting his foot up Steve prepared to exit the lift. He hadn't taken his third step out when all of a sudden he got bombarded with a white powdery substance flowing quickly from somewhere above him. He yelped in surprise and flailed his arms about. Runninng away from the spot in which he was standing in, he wiped two fingers across each of his eyes and looked up to see two buckets pouring out what was possibly flour. He had been set up. Pranked. If he were a cartoon, smoke would have been flying from his nose and ears. There was a lot of flour, and it reached.everywhere.

And if that weren't enough, high-pressured sprays of water came spurting out from multiple different directions in the gym. Steve attempted to run again, but they all followed him, the little hoses turning their heads like eyes following him. Most annoyingly of all it only lasted a few seconds that were nowhere near enough time to clean him. His clothes were completely soaked and clumps of flour stuck on his shirt, pants, arms and hair.

A very distant eruption of laughter could be heard echoing somewhere from above. Steve could identify that disgusting, horrible laugh from anywhere.

Stark. That bastard.

Steve had no time to wait for the lift. He ran faster than the speed of light up flights of stairs, tracking down the stupid voice that wouldn't stop howling. Once on the right floor, Steve stripped himself to his boxers, unable to tolerate the discomfort any longer. He kicked the closed door open with so much force that it broke its his hinges and looked Tony dead in the eye.

Computer screens around Tony exhibited the camera view of the now soaked gym. When Steve entered, Tony only laughed even harder and pointed at him. "Oh, my god," he said between pants. "You should, you should have seen your face!" He got out. His head tilted backwards as he snorted.

Steve picked up the closest thing he saw on the desk beside him--a stapler--and aimed for Tony's head. Good for him, Tony dodged. Still giggling, Steve slapped him across the face. That shut him up.

"Jeez cap, no need to be such a downer," he clutched his cheek.

Cap was infuriated. "Such a downer? Well I apologise for being angry when you poured fucking flour and water on me. And you know what? I'm fucking SICK of your 'jokes'. You don't give a flying shit about other people out what you do to them."

"You know what?" Tony spat back. "It's not my fault that you have a twig so far up your ass and can't loosen up for a change. Nice underwear, by the way." He was referring to Steve's star spangled boxers.

When they weren't fighting side by side, Steve and Tony have been verbally (and physically) abusing each other since day one. It even became a routine. Everyone was sick of their constant bickering: topics big or small. With the other Avengers absent the two were free to take their fights to any level they wanted without being told to quit it.

"I've literally never met anyone as ignorant as you are. Not once in your life have you done something that benefits someone other than yourself."

Tony rolled his eyes. "Look around you, you're literally standing in it!"

"Oh shut up," Steve retorted, slightly embarrassed.

The philanthropist turned around to properly face Steve. He carefully folded his arms and lifted an eyebrow, telling Steve to bring it on.

"And I'd choose a rat over you anyday," Steve continued. "'Least it would be more productive than someone who coops themself in a lab drinking their life away."

Tony took a step forward. The gap between them was extremely small. "Not surprised. Must have made a couple friends in the lab." There was a certain wildish look in Tony's eyes which Steve couldn't identify, but it sort of turned him on.

Err... not as if he'd ever think of Tony in that way. Nope, never.

"You're a huge disappointment Tony, you know that right? I can guarantee that if Howard were here today he'd say the same." His voice lowered but kept the same tone. Oddly, Steve's heart rate increased when Tony continued staring at him with those big brown eyes. He was scared that Tony might hear it.

"If only a girl other than Peggy loved you." Tony's breath tickled Steve's nose.

Steve felt hot despite being practically naked. Through Tony's body language Steve could easily tell that Tony felt whatever Steve was feeling. Whatever that was.

Quick, Steve. Think of something, anything.

"Yeah, I can totally see why Pepper left you. Pretty wise choice of hers, might I add."

Unexpectedly, Tony yanked Steve by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. Steve couldn't control his breathing for his life. Tony didn't do anything else, he just stood there, hands firmly planted on Steve and looked him up and down, his jaw set. His eyes landed on Steve's bare six-pack, momentarily locked to it.

Steve couldn't help it. He felt his member start to rise. Nothing happening was sexy. So what if he was standing in nothing but his boxers pinned to the wall by Tony Stark, whom he hated and was eye-raping him?

Then something happened that Steve could never believe would happen in a billion years if it weren't already happening. Tony smashed their lips together.

Instinctively, Steve kissed back. He allowed his top lip to be mashed between Tony's lips and returned the action.Seconds after Steve snapped back to reality and forcibly removed Tony's face from his.

The soldier was confused. About what they just did, and the way he felt. Somehow, he wasn't disgusted; he knew, from the bottom of his heart, that he wanted more. "What the hell was that, Stark?" Steve put on his best I'm-going-to-murder-you face.

"Don't look at me like that! You kissed back!" Tony hissed.

"And you started it." Honestly, they were behaving like children. "I-I can't believe this." Steve wasn't gay and if he was he would never feel something for Tony. Now here he was with an erection for him.

Tony's face looked just as flushed as Steve's. There was an awkward silence in the room for a while between them until Tony piped up, "Then what now?"

Steve had never seen Tony nervous before. "I don't kno-"

"Do you regret it?" Tony interrupted, serious as ever.

Steve wanted to say "of course I regret it", or slap Tony again, or just storm out. Instead, he roughly planted his lips on Tony's.

They made out much more passionately than before, as if their lives depended on it. The captain swiped his tongue across the genius's bottom lip quick as a flash. Tony parted his mouth, allowing Steve to slip into it. Steve explored and circled every part his mouth.

Steve felt Tony's hard-on through his boxers and grinded their hips together. They collectively moaned as their gentials rubbed together, creating friction. Steve slapped Tony on his ass hard and received a whimper.

"Fuck me, Rogers. Fuck me so hard I can still feel it next week." Tony grunted against Steve's lips. They staggered along to the table and Tony swiped everything off the desk with his arm to be pushed down flat on his back by Steve, who was hovering over him. He broke the kiss momentarily to pull Tony's shirt off and discarded of it on the floor. He reconnected their lips and he trailed his fingertips through Tony's hair, stomach, anywhere he could get his hands on whilst Tony did the same to him.

Quickly, Tony shrugged off his pants and underwear from underneath Steve. All the clothing that remained between them both was Steve's underwear. Tony massaged Steve's penis, getting out moans from him. A very frustrated and impatient Steve grabbed the hand Tony was using away from his lower region and stood up, stepping out of his briefs.

Steve almost missed it, but he looked up to catch Tony staring at his length, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open in amusement. Steve knew he had a long penis (7.25 inches to be precise) and was glad Tony reacted like that. It fed his ego, as the iron man would put it. Noticing that Steve noticed, Tony cleared his throat. "Flip me over so I don't have to look at your ugly face," he said. They were back to normal.

Tony groaned while Steve roughly flipped him around on his stomach. "You didn't think my dick was ugly did you?" Steve sassily questioned. He went back to the position where he was leaning over Tony.

"Actually I've seen much bett-ah!" yelped Tony. Steve bit down on his clavicle and sucked hard, like a mosquito sucking blood.

"Sorry, what was that Anthony?" He mumbled against the top of Tony's back. Tony's hands clenched into fists. Steve went further and further down making sure bruises would form everywhere his mouth touched. Knowing his hands were cold he used them to trace Tony's sides up and down.

" Of all the people I've ever been with you rank real low," Tony groaned but his voice was quivering.

Steve was getting tired of his attitude. "One more of your snarky little comments and I won't give you any preparation."

"Don't need it," Tony retorted.

"You're going to regret that decision," Steve said matter-of-factly. He got up and went on a quest to find something to use for lube which was short-lived as he found a bottle of lotion not far away. "Where do you keep condoms?"

"Don't have any left, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw," Tony smirked.

"God, hurry up, I think I might fall asleep," Steve heard as he lathered the liquid over his member.

"Hey Stark, you know what?" He said as he made his way over.

"What?" Tony replied. Steve pulled one leg over around Tony and rested it against the table.

"Shut up." Steve shoved half of his cock in Tony all at once. The bottom cried out in pleasure and pain mashed together. A moan came from Steve; Tony was so tight and he was so thick. God, it felt good.

When he deemed Tony adjusted around him, Steve dragged himself out before thrusting in again. Tony softly gasped and Steve did it again.

"Faster," Tony panted. Steve picked up the pace, rocking into his supposed enemy repeatedly while moaning his name. With every bang Steve went in deeper until his dick went all the way in.

"Fuck!" squeaked Tony. His voice was an octave higher than usual. Steve was only even more turned on and now slamming into Tony, who was gripping at the edge of the table.

Steve let out a grunt. "You moan like a girl."

"And you fuck like a girl," the brunet shot back. Steve spanked him hard which caused Tony to clench his tight hole around Steve's dick. Steve had to bite his lip to refrain from yelling.

Feeling challenged Steve decided to slam into Tony even harder, if it were even possible. Tony let out a pornographic groan when Steve hit his prostate. Steve did the same action again and heard the same perfect sound. He bent down and put his mouth to level with Tony's left ear.

"Do I still fuck like a girl?" He muttered as sexily as he could while making sure to hit Tony's special spot with each thrust. He nibbled at Tony's earlobe knowing it'd send him crazy. "C'mon tell me, I wanna know."

Tony was too busy panting to respond. "N-no," he forced out, bucking his hips.

Steve smirked despite the fact Tony couldn't see it. "That's what I thought."

The only sounds heard from then were the rhythmic slapping of sweaty, lube-covered skin accompanied by their moans. The blond felt a build-up in his stomach and warned Tony, "I'm gonna--fuck--I'm gonna cum."

"Do it in me," Tony said.

Steve shouted as he emptied himself into the man below him, closing his eyes in bliss. He watched as the white liquid oozed out of Tony's ass.

Steve flipped Tony around so he was lying on his back. He snaked his hand around Tony's length and stroked rapidly, Tony groaning in response. Steve rubbed his precum around the tip using his thumb, simultaneously jerking. Tony came a very short while after, all over Steve's stomach.

Right after he'd finished, Steve's mood changed instantly. He quickly climbed off Tony who was still panting. Steve picked up Tony's shirt carelessly using it as a towel to clean himself up before throwing it back down on the ground. After finding his underwear he wore it at a rapid pace before heading to the door.

He turned around to look at Tony. He was still lying on the table looking confused. Steve looked him dead in the eye.

"That never happened, and will never happen again." He pronounced each word slowly, surely and carefully before slamming the door, leaving Tony behind.