Million Dollar Men
It's nearing midnight when Bruce Wayne felt a warm body plop next to his, and a hand creep onto his waist. He glanced up from his phone towards the man, Tony Stark.
"You want to get out of here?" Tony whispered in his ear over the thrumming music that was filling the ballroom. Bruce delivered a teasing elbow into his ribs with a playful grin.
He had grown up alongside Tony since he could remember, both boys being left with Alfred during galas or being forced to sit through some boring meetings their fathers had coordinated.
Despite the 10-year age difference, they had always gotten along well. Sure, arguments were bound to happen, punches were thrown, but there was nothing that could break their bond.
"Where's your lucky date?" Bruce asked, storm blue eyes scanning the crowded room. He shoved his phone in his coat pocket, taking a sip of the room temperature whiskey he left on the table.
"Making best friends with your boytoy." Tony grimaced, nodding in the direction where their partners stood in conversation. When Bruce's eyes landed on the pair, Clark was throwing his head back in laughter.
Tony and Bruce stayed relaxed on the loveseat, both pair of eyes watching their partners who were engaged in an apparent hilarious conversation.
"Steve is not that funny, by the way." Tony grumbled out, eyebrow arched as he glared at them. Bruce made eye contact with Clark, the man's ability to always catch him staring was impressive. Clark gave him a small smile then went back to his conversation.
"Follow my lead." Tony whispered, grabbing Bruce by his collar. Tony pressed a kiss to Bruce's lips, the younger man whining in response. Tony gripped the back of his head, holding him in place. Bruce gasped, naturally parting his lips. Tony's tongue darting to explore the man. Tongues clashing together, fighting for dominance.
He pulled Bruce on top of him, hands on his waist, squeezing tentatively. Bruce shivered, settling into his new place on Tony's lap. Bruce moaned softly, hips rolling down to meet Tony's.
Tony grinned into the kiss, eyes flinging open as he felt his head get yanked back by his hair. His smiled quickly fading as he stared up at Steve who stood with a scowl on his face.
"Say bye to Mr. Stark, Bruce." He heard Clark mumble deeply. He made eye contact with Bruce, his blue eyes glistening.
"Bye, Tony." Bruce whispered, being dragged off of Tony. Tony smiled, watching the younger man get dragged away.
"Hi, Stevie." Tony grinned. Steve glared at him before walking off, Tony quickly scampering to follow him.
(This will be turned into a full fic eventually)
