A ROMANTIC EDUCATION - STEVE/TONY AU [CHAPTER 9]
“I bet you’re having fun”, Tony said. “And get on with it,I know you’re holding back. Get on with it so we can get out of here”, he muttered, almost begging for Steve to do it. He was trying to get tired of pushing against him, but tried not to show it, even though sweat started running down his forehead.
“You asked for it.” He said and with one shove he managed to push Tony back but he didn’t achieve the satisfaction level he had thought he would. It did seem in his mind that he was bullying him; tackling him over was far more fun. At least then he could feel a bit of a struggle from Tony, and he didn’t know why that pleased him so much to see.
Tony grunted at the sudden force that Steve pulled on him and started to move backwards. “Much better” he said, trying to put up a struggle. He didn’t want to give Steve the satisfaction of giving up,but he couldn’t keep up with him either.
“Oh, so you’re fighting back now?” Steve asked, pushing more of his body weight into the shove to increase the impact.
“Yes, I am indeed”, Tony replied. He knew he couldn’t keep up with Steve fore more than a few seconds, and suddenly he let go, Steve’s force throwing him on the ground.
He felt a sense of guilt as he looked at Tony, offering his hand again, “You put up a good fight, Stark. Guess I win though.” He stretched out, rolling his shoulders to relieve the tension.
Tony did accepted Steve’s help this time, he was too exhausted not to. “Thanks, congrats on winning”, he muttered and stretched, hoping that the class would end soon. He got his wish as the gym teacher blew the whistle again, sending the boys inside and back into the locker room to get changed for their next class, though Steve had plenty of time before his next lesson. He walked inside, bantering with the other boys as he opened his locker and grabbed his bag, pulling out a towel and other things, walking into the shower. He took off his football gear and wrapped a towel around his waist, though he still had his boxers on underneath - they were only removed once he was actually inside the shower, as he draped his clothing and towel over the small dividers that were in place.
Tony sighed in relief when he heard the whistle and slowly made his way back to the locker room. He didn’t pay much attention to what the others were doing, he was really tired and just wanted to take a hot shower. He started undressing, getting his towel and heading for the showers. Someone was already in one of the stalls in the very end, so Tony got into the first available shower and took off his underwear. The water was really warm, and he calmed down once it started running down his spine. He stood under it for a while, enjoying the feeling.
The showers were so warm that steam rose up from them, misting up the windows in the locker rooms. The blond carded his fingers through his hair as the water splashed down on him, out of the corner of his eye he could see someone sling their clothes over the divider - the same one that his clothes were on.
He lathered up, with a fragrant smelling shower gel and relaxed at the hot water helped relax his muscles. His eyes were tightly shut as the mop of blond hair covered his eyes, though his hand was against the shower wall, keeping him propped up; completely relaxed at this point.
Water was dripping off his wet hair whilst Tony started massaging himself, so relaxed and glad P.E was over. He seemed to forget everything about privacy and that someone else was in the showers with him. He grunted when he accidentally made the water hotter but he did enjoy the sudden change in temperature.
Steve heard the noises next to him and his eyes opened slightly, that sounds like Tony he thought, I thought he didn’t like using public showers…
He shrugged and reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist as he stepped out. Though curiosity got the better of him, he just took a peek at who ever was behind the cubicle. He was right, it was Tony. His black hair was dampened down and looked flat as it was soaked with water and the beads of water from the shower trickled down his skin. He seemed mesmerised, every inch of skin was flawless; there wasn’t one scar, one imperfection. He was pale and his back muscles seemed so delicate. He was muscular, he just hid it quite well and it was surprising. Though, being above average in terms of muscle to size ratio, he knew himself that he was considered large, whilst Tony was well… Normal. He found himself staring through the blond strands of hair that covered his eyes and his blush was getting increasingly brighter as he realised what he was doing.
Tony snapped out when he heard that the other person using the shower was already finished. He turned off the water and dried his hair with the towel, turning around to grab the other towel to cover himself up. Someone was already there. Watching him. And it was Steve. He was staring at him blushing. Tony could say nothing, he just looked back at the jock, with just a tiny towel covering his private parts. His chest was broad and muscular, some bruises here and there, probably from his training sessions with his team. He looked so vulnerable and his wet blond hair was covering part of his eyes. “I… Um” he started saying, looking down to realize that he was standing naked in front of Steve. He quickly covered himself up and looked away.
“Uh- Sorry I thought, I.. I was wondering who was there.” At first he stuttered as he spoke but then he trailed off into a mumble, he turned his head quickly and grabbed his things, taking a huge gulp as he walked away. What the hell was I doing!? He found himself fascinated by Stark, in more ways than he wanted to be. His mind was full of conflict, he had to do something to get that image out of his head. “Think of Peggy…” He muttered to himself inaudibly, shaking his wet hair off as he put on his jeans. His breath had quickened and his heart thudded in his chest but he didn’t know why, he just couldn’t stop thinking of what he just saw.