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Once he'd finished his tea, Gladio took his tired self back up to his room and fell back into bed. He didn't even take his pants off before he lay down. Almost as soon as his head hit the pillow Gladio had fallen fast asleep.

He had no idea how long he slept for but when he woke the light filtering in through the curtains was dimmer. It took him a half minute to work out what the hell has woken him in the first place, when something banged again and Gladio sat up in bed and looked around, confused. "What the hell...?"

Gladio was out of bed and moving before he'd even had a chance to wipe the sleep from his eyes. He yawned and ran his fingers through sleep tousled hair and followed the sound of... whatever that was. What the hell was Tony doing? He found him in one of the empty rooms. Leaning against the doorframe, he watched Tony for a handful of seconds before he cleared his throat to get his attention, and then yawned again.

"What're you doing? And why so loudly?"

Up until now Tony had been slowly picking up a few things here and there for this new work room of his but hadn't actually done much with it. He'd put the bags in the spare bedroom or crafted a design using one of Friday's programs. Finally, it seemed, it was time to act! This had included a quick trip out again to borrow some tools from the Eos boys' house, but once he'd started moving, he couldn't stop.

First thing he'd done, was drag everything out. The hallway was littered with a lamp, the dresser, the desk chair, etc. He left the desk inside, but put a tarp over it so it wouldn't get damaged or stained. He cut the carpet at the edge of the doorway and torn it out of the rest of the room. He threw some painter's cloth down to protect the floor underneath, but was surprised to find it was metal not wood. Anything on the walls was pulled off and set the painting supplies on the desk for the next step.

The banging was a piece of scrap metal falling and hitting the after a portion of it had been cut out that met Tony's needs. He looked up at Gladio and wiped the sweat off his brow. His white tank top was damp and he hadn't bothered to put on pants, just clean shoes (he wasn't dropping shit on his bare feet, he's learned that lesson), and a metal gauntlet he was using as a welding tool. He pushed up the safety glasses he was wearing and sighed heavily. "Sorry, I have to do this."

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The place was a mess. Gladio wasn't sure how he felt about waking up to all of this. Yes, he'd given Tony permission to do this, it was his home as well after all. But he kind of thought they'd discuss it a bit more and make preparations before Tony just threw everything out into the hall and gutted the room. There was a perfectly good room behind him he could have put all this shit in, instead of cluttering everywhere, for instance.

But the more Gladio watched the more he grew concerned. "Why?" He asked simply. No judgement, just curiosity. And concern, yes. He was worried. Why was Tony doing this now of all times?

And why without pants?

He shot Gladio a look that at first was an irritated glare for interrupting him, but he managed to push that aside to something that looked simply stressed. It almost hurt to stop. He assumed it was a mix of the influence he was under and his own massive case of neurosis to work on a project once his mind was set on it. Still, he owed Gladio something better than a shrug or 'because' like he wanted to say.

He reached for the dropped metal so he could continue his work before closing his fist and dragging it back. With a sigh, he opted to give Gladio the fastest answer he could come up with. "Here," he said, first pointing to a blue imprint of a pair of mittens on his hand and then he angled his calf so Gladio could see a fiery gold and red imprint of a hammer. "At first I was concerned this involved an idiot I know, but no, it was just a regular hammer. I just.. I have to get this done today."

He knew he'd already irritated his friend enough for the rest of the year (and it was February) but there wasn't anything he could do about that. All the dora he had left had gone to the scrap materials. He really, really hated those bears.

The look he got almost had him just walking away, but luckily he stuck around to get some kind of an explanation. He didn't look happy with it. He understood, but he wasn't happy and was even more worried that Tony was going to work himself into another heart attack.

"Alright... I get it. Just take it slow. Have you eaten? Drank anything? I'll go make you something." Because no, collapsing once was one too many times for Gladio's liking. He wasn't going to have it happen again. But he wasn't going to stop Tony either. He understood that you couldn't really escape that need. He could only hope it wore off soon.

He nodded, "I stopped by Lup's to see Rio and had some lunch. I was then going to look around at spots we could maybe set up our bar and I wasn't paying enough attention." He glanced around the room and then back at Gladio. He was really pushing his luck here but..

"Would you be willing to help me?" Gladio certainly wouldn't be blamed if he turned Tony down flat, especially with how he'd acted lately. The older man half expected it even. However, it would make this process go a lot faster and possible make this mental frenzy go away. He didn't like asking for help and wouldn't normally do it, but maybe he could or should start telling Gladio what he wanted from him. You know, since he'd asked.

Normally it would have been he first thing Gladio would have asked, but the look he'd been given just from asking Tony a simple question had halted that offer. He'd wondered if an offer to help would be dismissed as unneeded and Gladio wasn't sure his ego could take much more of a beating. But since Tony was asking, Gladio gave him a small smile and pushed away from the door frame.

"Just tell me what you need." If food and water were off the able, Gladio would help in any way Tony needed him to, if it would make this go easier for him.

It hadn't been him, he swears. This madness in his mind was focused on one thing and that was completing this task. For that brief moment, Gladio had been an adversary to that goal, but he was wanted in ways he didn't even realize.

He smiled, visibly relieved when he was willing to help. "I have paint for the walls, a metal bracket to put up that will work as a storage unit here-" He gestured where it was to go and what item he was talking about. "I'll bring the dresser back in here for storage but I thought I'd need to sand underneath the carpet pad, but we don't have hardwood floors but a metal frame. That'll work better since it will reduce the chances of anything catching fire but could lead to other surfaces getting to hot, depending on what I'm doing, and I thought a light gray would be neutral enough, but I also have ginger because I thought it would be funny and a decent color in here and yikes I can hear that, can you hear that? I'd rather be shooting those damn bears, but instead I have to finish making this stupid office."

Gladio thought he'd need to go and get his boots on before he did anything else. But first...

He continued toward Tony, picking his way across the room. By the time the silly man had finished talking, Gladio was within reach of him. And with the greatest of care... he grabbed Tony and yanked him close, pulling him into his arms before he leaned down to press a warm kiss to his lips.

When he pulled back, Gladio's smile was a little on the lopsided side. "How about you calm the hell down? I'll go get my boots on then I'll get to painting. We'll have it done, but we're not getting anything done if you go and give yourself another heart attack. So calm. Down. Take a deep breath and focus. This doesn't control you. You control it."

Tony didn't like this one bit. It reminded him of the one and only time he'd tried speed. With his energy level and ADHD, he'd been almost homicidal for a few hours. His gaze had fallen as he'd begun focusing on what he was hearing rather than the other man, trying to think what he could do to fix this. Only when Gladio was right there next to him did he notice.

He was pulled into his roommate's arms and he froze. Everything froze- blissfully! Gladio was saying something and had the cutest grin on his face, but he didn't care what it was. He tugged the larger man right back in and kissed him back. His arms wrapped around broad, thick shoulders and was thankful he didn't have another thought in his head, for now at least.

Alright... He'd only planned on distracting Tony and shutting him up, but clearly the older guy had decided on something else to focus on and Gladio couldn't find it within himself to mind too much. So he wrapped his arms around him tighter and carried on kissing him.

It was about that point Gladio realised he'd need to get Tony into the shower when all this was done. The guy stank of chocolate and sweat and mental weirdly enough. But he tasted sweet. He groaned softly, a sound deep in the back of his throat, pulled from him before he had the mind to stop it. Gods but he loved kissing this man.

Tony could guess that had been Gladio's plan, but why take a tiny nibble when he loved taking full bites. His hand slid up into his roommate's hair and his fingers tangled in long, dark hair. The groan made him shiver, wanting something more than just a kiss.

His eyes slipped shut and opened his lips, welcoming the larger man in eagerly. His grip on Gladio's back tightened, wanting him closer. For balance, he stepped back only to bump clumsily against the desk. His hold on Gladio's shoulders was the only thing keeping him upright.

Dammit, Tony needed to not do that... He was supposed to be helping paint. He should have been going to get his shoes so he could help sort this mess out and fix what those stupid bears had done to him. But there was a hand in his and a tongue battling with his own and Gladio just didn't give a damn anymore.

When he both heard and felt Tony bump into the desk, Gladio moved his hands to grab Tony by the waist and lifted him as if he was as light as a feather and sat him on the desk. Then he slid his hands down Tony's legs to his knees and pushed them apart so he could slip between them and get as close as he could. And never once did he break that kiss. Never once did he lose contact.

Tony never did know how to follow the rules, even when they were ones from his own mind. As he was moved without even the slightest hesitation from the younger man, he hummed his approval against plush lips. With Gladio where he was, Tony pushed his hips forward and met his roommates roughly. The friction made him groan. Tony wanted this man and wasn't shy about letting him know.

Another forceful press of hips and he had to break their kiss to moan. "Shit, Glads!" His hands slid down along his strong pecs and shoulders. He moved closer and leaned in to flick his tongue against a particularly plump nipple. He moved his head briefly to yank off his useless garment, before moving back in to wrap his lips around the nub and suck. As he teased Gladio's chest, one hand kept slowly sliding lower along chiseled abs and lower.

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If he'd known that sitting Tony on the desk would mean no more kisses then Gladio might have held off on doing that. But his friend was like a man possessed. He'd told him to focus but he hadn't realised that focus could be so quickly centered on him. On this...

Gladio groaned a second time, surprised when the sound was echoed by Tony. The way he rocked against him was maddening. But Tony was like a damn eel, he was all over the place and Gladio was having a hard time keeping up. Luckily it was hard to think with a warm mouth teasing his nipple. A hot, wet tongue and light suction soon had Gladio moaning deeply. It was almost enough to distract him from that questing hand. The one that was moving way too slow. So slow that Gladio just grabbed it and pushed Tony's hand down to cover the front of his pants and the growing length straining against the loose cotton fabric. His lips curved in a slow smirk. "Is that what you want, Tony?"

It was all happening so fast and yet not nearly fast enough. He felt like.. well, like he was in heat or some other desperate state. It wasn't his usual polished moves or skilled ways of achieving the greatest amount of pleasure to him or his partner. He just wanted Gladio.

He breathed a laugh against Gladio's chest and drew back. He nodded approvingly as his hand felt just how well endowed his roommate was. If the younger man knew what to do with that, this could lead to a very serious addiction problem. "Hmm, I'd say that is a very good start," he purred. He leaned forward and caught his friend's lips in another hungry kiss. He chased it with one- no two others before he could bare being parted long enough to speak again.

In a hushed tone, he shared, "My jeans are on the floor in my room and in the left pocket is everything we need. If you want this.. a handjob will not be enough this time, baby."

A good start, he says. Well Gladio couldn't really argue with that now could he. Whether he would have tried or not no one would ever know because before Gladio could reply, Tony was kissing him again. He met those kisses, met the heat, the hunger, the need within them with his own. And when Tony finally broke the kiss to speak Gladio was left breathing harder and struggling the focus on those whispered words.

If he wanted this... Now that was a stupid fucking question if ever there was one.

His hands dropped to slip under Tony's ass and he lifted him. "Hold on." Gladio's grin was more smirk. "Looks like we're relocating." And sure, maybe Tony could walk but Gladio didn't give a damn as he took him from that room, picking his way across he mess and out into the hall and down to Tony's bedroom and those jeans of his.

Tony found himself laughing again as he was scooped right off the desk. He mumbled a playful curse and held on. This was definitely something new! Neither Pepper nor Ignis could just hoist him up and carry him around like this! Only one had been Banner and that had been awkward! (Since he was green and giant at the time).

"Is this our new thing?" He asked with a grin as they went into the bedroom. "I could get used to this never having to walk this."

"I can easily just drop you on your ass, Stark." Gladio threatened, though there was no heat in the words. It was good to hear that laugh. A relief, even. The man he'd seen just before had been a man on the verge of losing his damn mind. But now... Now he was talking, laughing and smiling like that damn mark didn't have a hold of him any more.

Once they where in the room Gladio did consider just dropping Tony onto the bed, but decided against it when he bent forward and lowered the man onto the bed gently. "... Maybe it's just somethin I like to do?" And it got them where they needed to go faster. If he'd pulled away from Tony, who was to say he wouldn't have gotten a look at the room and felt that need to redecorate again?

Gladio lifted his hands and caught Tony's face between them and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips and grinned. "... Jeans, right?"

Some of the laughing might have been relief. He felt better and back in control. He didn't know how Gladio had done it, but he'd felt like he was slipping off a muddy cliff without anything to grab and now he was safe on solid footing. Not only but somewhere he could relax and have fun. The young man had a gift.

He wouldn't have minded being dropped, but the sweetness of being laid down warmed his heart. Some of the humor slipped away and Tony was solely focused on the man leaning over him. The kiss was along the same vein and Tony knew Gladio was changing the tone. They'd gone from a wild romp to something way more heartfelt. He should probably stop this or steer it back to something more light-hearted, but damned if he wasn't charmed.

"Hmm?" Jeans wh- "Yes! Ye-" He pointed and inwardly sighed when he saw the smear of chocolate on the carpet. The whole house was going to need carpet cleaning after this weather. However, no one cared about that!

"Do I get to pick your bouncer outfit for the bar?" He asked, with a smirk. "I promise, it'll be black."

One more kiss and Gladio pulled away to go and grab Tony's jeans. Only to pause halfway to them and glance back in confusion. "What?" Where the hell had that come from? They hadn't been talking about a bar or him being a bouncer. Was Tony actually high or something? The bears couldn't mess with his head that much could they?

Gladio scooped up the jeans and headed back to sit on the edge of the bed. "No, no you don't. I don't trust you not to pick somethin embarrassing."

Tony rolled his eyes. Wow.. he chuckled and shook his head.

"You're lucky you're so damn good looking because you are terrible flirting," he teased with a laugh. He held out his hand. "Hurry up and get that, the come lay down with me, Gladio. You're getting treated right."

He tugged on the other man's hand until he was beside Tony. Crawling closer and pressing right up against him, Tony caught his lips with a kiss. He reached up and ran his hand lightly along Gladio's cheek. "You don't have any idea how sexy you are, do you?" He asked, with a smirk. "The rugged good looks and scars.." He kissed along the scar on his cheek. "I see power. Strength. A survivor and those are very, very sexy."

He drew back a fraction so Gladio could see his smirk again. "The long hair helps too."

"That was flirting?" But he handed the pants over and as he did his hand was grabbed. Before he could protest, Tony had yanked him down onto the bed and he was being kissed. Okay, this was good. This was better. They where getting back on track and Gladio made a mental note to explain to Tony that his flirting needed some extra work.

Though he was getting closer with his flattery. While Tony was focusing on his face, Gladio's hands where on the others body, running along his sides and back, then down again to slip easily under the elastic of the back of Tony's underwear. Gladio slowly smiled as he reached down to grab the other man's ass within both of his large, warm hands.

"Scars and long hair turn you on, huh?" The male version of blonde with long legs, that was good to know. "What else?"

No, his flirting was fine! Gladio had just missed the tone completely. And it wasn't a yank, it was a lure. These young men.. sheesh.. if it wasn't for their skin, their asses, their libido, their stamina, their vigor, their enthusiasm, their daring, piss, and vigor, he'd have no use for them at all.

Tony grinned, glad Gladio was so eager to touch him. He didn't rush as Tony groaned softly. Those hands were amazing. He'd warned a hand job wouldn't be enough this time, but it had been a bit of a bluff. Some other time, he was going to need those on him again. He bet Gladio's pretty mouth would feel good too. "Large, strong hands. I'm pretty taken with the chestnut, honey colored eyes too. They're so honest and sweet like so much about you."

He leaned in and kissed the younger man and trailed along his jaw. He nipped lightly at his skin and turned his head this way and that to lightly tease the nerves with his beard. His voice lowered, deepening to almost a growl. "I've been jerking off to the thought that someday I would get to own that sweet ass of yours since we met. Tell me, has anyone had it before or will I be the first?"

Edited 2021-03-02 05:01 (UTC)

No, the flirting was rubbish! Bouncers clothes? Really? Come on, Tony! Up your game!

Gladio didn't really mind though, he had completely forgotten about it in favour of the way Tony groaned at his touch. He flexed his hands, a gentle but firm grip of his friends ass that pulled him closer. And then came the flattery again. He hadn't been asking for it, but it was weird to hear it. People didn't talk to him like that. Sure he got called 'handsome' from time to time. Compliments on his strength or size. Sometimes his hands. But his eyes? Pyra had complimented them. Now Tony. Was there something different about them here that people were picking up on, he wondered. Or was it just the type of person...?

"Flattery'll get you everywhere." He murmured before he was kissed, then he sighed as Tony's lips travelled away to his jaw. Gladio huffed a laugh at both the nip and the way Tony rubbed against him, nuzzling like a cat, tickling in a pleasant way. He grinned. He really liked it, more than he thought he would. When Tony spoke next, that tone did something to Gladio. He felt a shiver, felt his body respond to the tone, to the words. He'd thought of him that often? Even back on the train...? Gladio almost felt bad he hadn't. At least... maybe there had been once.

Gladio turned his head and caught Tony's lips in a deep, hungry kiss and then smirked against his lips. "You'd be the first. But you've thought of me that much, huh? Shame, no fun jerking off alone... Should've let me give you a hand."

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