“ you wouldn’t DARE. which i’m sure is the point. there’s simply too much about me to love. ”

                  “ we’re only making up for lost time. y’ got any complaints? ”

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“ welcome home. now let’s go cuddle for the next three weeks. ”

                        “ — i missed you. how did you get home so fast?? i don’t care. i’m just happy your home. ”

             “ tony...? you’re home — like two weeks early! ”

                     well, gee, how can he stay mad after an apology like that? so he tries to bite back his smile, failing miserably, and eyes peek up at him again. “ ‘s alright. i’ll get your drink so you won’t yell at me again. ” and with that he moves away, pouring him a drink before he gently nudges it to the other side of the bar for him. “ i think you’re starting to come here more often. is it for me or the booze? ”

he bites at his lip again, smirking and returning a soft moan into his mouth. “you’d be alright with that?” he moves just enough that he can pull his shirt over his head, leaving his torso bare. then with a wider smirk, he moves, pulling at steve’s towel until it’s completely loose and dropping to the floor. teasingly he licks his lips, lust burning into his eyes as he gazes at him. 

“ oooh an army man. can never refuse a soldier’s request. ” he grins slyly, nudging his chair just the slightest bit closer. “ another drink is something i DEFINITELY can’t refuse, but i wouldn’t say it’s required. ”

                   and just like that a flip switches, going from charming bartender to FUCKING PISSED. hey. he was only charming for tips and getting laid. “ HEY. how ‘bout you don’t yell at the fucking bartender or else the fucking bartender is going to cut you off and shun you for the rest of your life?? ”

                  he hums against his lips, breath quicker and arms moving to wrap around his neck in one fluid motion. the warm hands against his skin, calloused and grounding, is enough to comfort him. fuck, he’d missed this too. he can feel his skin beginning to warm at the attention, and he nips at steve’s bottom lip gently, not so innocently pressing towards him. “ we need a vacation soon — even if it’s cut short by a mission. ”

without a moment’s hesitation, he’s leaning up. lips are desperate and seeking out steve — as if to reassure that they were both here. that steve wasn’t still away on a mission and that kit hadn’t been sucked into both his mutant training and work. “ i missed you so much. ” he murmurs against his lips, shaky and unnerved.

                        “ i’m excited! i’ve never seen this much snow before. ” not to mention that despite the already burning fire and hoodie he has pulled on, goosebumps still raise on kit’s arms, and he quickly moves to burrow against grant’s chest — clinging to him where they stand.