hey, i just thought of this yesterday: the avengers play 7 minutes of heaven during a party, and tony ends up in a closet with stephen :)
lmaooooooo uhhh here it is this reminded me of when i first got into fanfiction and. was reading like fruits basket straight sex scenes lmaoooo
“Oh, Jesus Christ, what are we, thirteen?”
Tony had walked away for two seconds - two seconds - and returned to find what appeared to be a game of spin-the-bottle being set up, Clint stretching over a circle of their fellow Avengers to put an empty bottle of Dom Perignon in the middle.
“This is a joke, right?” Tony asked, still on his feet. “This is - not happening at a very adult party for stopping the end of the universe, right?”
“Oh, c’mon, Tony,” Bruce laughed, clearly inebriated and eyeing one (criminally seductive) God of Thunder with obvious intent. “It could be fun.”
“Yes, Stark,” Thor encouraged, slapping the tile space next to him loudly to invite Tony to sit. “We had a similar version of this game on Asgard, although we used it more to start brawls than anything else.”
“So are we fighting or kissing?” Tony asked, hesitantly settling down as he saw Steve join the circle.
“Seven minutes in heaven,” Natasha clarified. “Yeah, childish, but we’re all drunk enough. Mostly,” she drawled, looking at Tony with eyebrows raised. Tony put his hands up, shaking his head.
“Sorry, Nat. Not really a drinker anymore. But I can put away smoothie bowls like nobody’s business.”
“Alright, enough talk, let’s play,” Sam decided, spinning the bottle and disappearing off with Scott into Tony’s walk-in pantry in the nearby kitchen.
Tony took the brief moment of reprieve to scan the circle for potential partners. Liberty Belle and From Russia, With Love were definite no’s. Natasha would probably kill him the moment the door shut behind them, so no. Clint was a hard pass, Wanda and Vision were gone (Thank God). Thor and Bruce were clearly waiting for the bottle to bring them together by an act of fate.
Which left one very quiet, vaguely uncomfortable looking Doctor Strange, holding a beer in a scarred hand and watching the spinning champagne bottle with a vague look of nausea.
Tony did some quick math in his head, working out the force of spin he’d need, and aim, and trajectory -
Tony looked over at Rhodey, who was clearly having the same thoughts. Seemed Tony wasn’t being as subtle as he thought he was. He winked at his friend, reaching forward and putting what he hoped was the right amount of science and luck into his touch before giving the bottle a spin.
The room fell silent aside from the quiet scraping of the glass against the tile floor. The mouth of the bottle spun and spun until it finally landed dead-center on Strange, drawing the man’s eyes up and onto Tony’s.
“Ah,” he said, his expression softening a bit.
“Hey, there, again,” Tony laughed, pushing himself to stand, groaning as his knees popped in unison. “Shit, I’m already worn out…”
“I hope I can help you find some energy,” Stephen said smoothly, nodding towards the pantry and walking inside, closing the doors behind Tony. It was dark, and so Stephen conjured a small light to help them see, smiling easily at Tony.
“Nice to see you again, Mr. Stark.”
“Likewise, Doc. And it’s Tony, please.”
“Then Stephen is fine for me.”
Tony nodded, clearing his throat and clapping his hands together, rubbing them vigorously. “So? Are we gonna - ?”
“Make out like teenagers?” Stephen asked, taking another pull from his beer.
“I mean, we don’t have to. We’ve got - just over six minutes to do whatever we want.”
“How’ve you been?” Stephen asked, and the tone of his voice let Tony in on exactly what he was asking about.
“I, uh. Recovering,” Tony answered honestly. “You were incredible, by the way. I don’t think I ever managed to tell you that. You - had a lot of guts. And a lot of balls, honestly, letting everything rest on me - “
Stephen reached out for Tony’s hands, kissing them gently. “I’ll never be able to apologize enough for making you carry the fate of the world on your shoulders. It was selfish of me. But it was necessary.”
“Yeah, okay, Chiwetel Ejiofor, you’re not going for an Oscar, here,” Tony said, brushing Stephen off.
Tony paused, looking up at Stephen in the dim light of the small orb he’d cast. “I - yeah. Okay.”
“Okay,” Stephen murmured, finishing his beer and setting the bottle at his feet. “Time check?”
“Is it cool if I kiss you for the rest of it?” Stephen asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Tony smiled, letting his arms wrap around Stephen’s neck. “Say it sexy, like a doctor on Grey’s Anatomy.”
“Let me give you twenty CCs of hot and heavy, stat.”
“Ooh, yes, doctor,” Tony teased, pulling Stephen down for a kiss.
And a kiss. And - that was a lot of tongue for someone so quiet. And teeth, ooh, teeth! Stephen Strange, you -
He was hard. Tony was hard already, and Stephen was hard, too.
Tony moaned as Stephen ground up against him, letting the taller man take control. Sure, he’d had a passing interest, but being this close to Doctor Strange, master of the mystic arts and owner of one rather large penis was putting a whole new spin on things. Tony decided then and there that he could get used to having this around.
“When our time’s up,” he gasped as Stephen went for his neck, “we take this to my bedroom. Don’t look at anyone, don’t say anything. Just take me to bed.”
“Deal,” Stephen breathed against Tony’s skin, hot and wet as he bit down again and again.
The door opened, their hands intertwined, and they were down the hallway in the blink of an eye, leaving everyone else to their own devices. They had some catching up to do.
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