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002 - The Stargazing Meme

Vega, Altair and Deneb, The Summer Triangle and the Milky way

the stargazing meme

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prompts

one → meteor shower you just saw a falling star! and another! make a wish!
two → aliens what was that? was that really? omg no way a ufo!
three → lunar eclipse you've been sitting out for hours, waiting for this. it's so cool!
four → comet does it move fast or slow? either way, it's amazing.
five → full moon the moon is so huge! just don't look too long, it's really bright too.
six → star dust anything can happen in space. make up your own plot!
seven → solar eclipse this might be happening in the middle of the day!
eight → planet sighting is that a new star? nope, just a neighbor in the solar system!
nine → constellations do you know the stories behind these odd patterns?
ten → deep space normal stargazing isn't that much fun. you got a telescope!

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[ Well, it's unfair to say that he doesn't like some similar qualities between Sharon and Peggy. Of course he does. They're strong, independent women. They've got that Carter pride, which is a rare quality. And yes, there's a conflict of interest here, but he does like them both for different reasons too. And he'd never use someone as an emotional replacement for someone else like that.

That said, he feels awkward asking. But... ]

I just... want to know everything about her. I love her.

[ That sounds like a confession. He looks down at the other coffee. ]

I think I always will. I think about her damn near every day and I don't even know most of her story.

Justin's a showman in every sense of the word—on a stage, in a boardroom, in a meeting, he can control an enormous group of people when he needs to. With Tony? It's not about needing or craving control. He couldn't do any sort of show he hasn't seen before, anyway. He doesn't want to try at it, either, and end up doing something extremely embarrassing. It's what it would be, no matter how well he planned it out. Maybe that's why he thought of it in the first place; it was impromptu and not something he'd spent hours thinking about. It wouldn't come across as fake or him trying so hard to do something different and obscene that it was laughable.

It was odd, really, for Justin to feel like he didn't actually have to try at all. Not that he wasn't putting forth any effort into it—God was he ever—but the idea that he could simply be himself and that was wanted and acceptable wasn't something he was really used to. That he could be in a tailor-made suit or worn clothes from Walmart and still appear to be desired all the same...it was odd and refreshing, and sometimes? He didn't think it was really happening.

The kiss wasn't expected, though, really? Justin had no idea what to expect. He hadn't had any plans on sex, either, but when he'd seen Tony rubbing himself without a hint of shame, he couldn't just ignore it. He couldn't shut up and wait for the not-at-all long walk to the tent. And, really, it wasn't anything he wasn't willing to do at most other times, so why not? Sloppy and wild isn't undesirable, but it's over far too soon for his liking. He doesn't understand why it's over until he feels the tug on his shoulders and the cool air still gracing his erection, and then Tony goes and says that.

"Oh. Oh. W-Well. Yes." Where his words are shaky, stammered, and barely capable of making any sense at all, the idea obviously isn't something that he's opposed to. Not only does he stand, but he pushes his pants and underwear down just past his thighs. Cool air be damned, Tony deserves to be able to touch every part of him he wants, to grab his ass and feel skin as opposed to cloth. He had no issues thinking his body was too thin or without enough muscle, but he hadn't been with someone who seemed to love it in such a long time that he still had trouble believing it. But if there was one person who had rights to every part of Justin's body he wanted, almost whenever he wanted, and that Justin was more than willing to give up those rights, it was Tony Stark. Another odd thing, really, but his fingers moved to shift his hair to the side, antsy as he anticipated the switch from cold air to the warm wetness of Tony's mouth. Right now—if that wasn't enough to send his desire straight through the roof, he didn't know what else could possibly do the trick. "You can have me whenever you want. God, just. Now is good, though. Really good."

"Maybe I'd like to prove it, Garrett," Anders murmured, pressing a kiss to his lips gently. "Often, until you're thoroughly worn out. Maker, I've thought of it so often before, the idea that I could actually do any of it now..."

He chuckled softly, fingers rubbing along Garrett's jaw a bit like petting a cat, noting how the other man had reacted to it.

"I still can't quite believe this is real, like I might wake up at any moment and find I'm dreaming of this yet again."

~~because always tell your crushes that you frequently dream of boning them amirite~~

It was a surprisingly nice mental image that accompanied the mage's words - the sort of images he tended to save for those lonely nights in his estate. The idea of Anders straddling him, Anders' mouth against him, hearing the man panting and begging for him not to stop. Very nice images indeed - tempting ones at that.

Drawing in a breath, Hawke turned his head to catch a kiss of his own against Anders' lips, exhaling lightly against him. "Perhaps we had best make our way back to Kirkwall, then?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at the man over top of him, mouth curling into a faint smirk. "As lovely as the evening air is... We might be more comfortable in my estate."

[ Whatever she had thought he might say on their alleged date, that hadn't been it. He loves Peggy, thinks he always will, but here he is making latte art with her. All this in the same hour he'd shown her some stars and a meteor shower. Talk about emotional whiplash. But Sharon is an agent, first and foremost. She's never been the sort to place emotion over her job. There's a sort of reassurance in that. Of comfort, even. So for now, whatever her feelings are on the subject, she swallows them and sets the cup with her portrait aside, taking a fresh cup and experimenting with the materials to get a feel for them. ]

Grandfather was a general in the Royal Army. He's the one who taught her how defend herself. He'd take her with him to his shooting club, and she was eventually a better shot than most of the guys there. Grandmother died when she was in her teens, and with the War on the way, Grandfather was busy. He didn't like that Peggy signed up for the War, but she said if he didn't let her sign up, she'd do it under another name or go over to France and fight there. He stood down, Peggy signed up and started working with covert operations. [ Like the Super-Soldier project, though she isn't sure he'll take his current existence being described as a "covert operation. Even though he should be used to it. ] After the War, she went over to France to help them rebuild. I think it was as much tactical as anything. There were still Nazi sympathizers there, and she helped set up a network so England could be informed of the sympathizers' movements. When SHIELD was formed, they asked for her help. She hadn't stopped running covert operations in years, so she mostly worked with SHIELD to keep doing that. It also meant she could travel more, since Dad had moved to the States by then. And then when I came along, she stopped working so much so she could help take care of me since my parents couldn't always do it. She taught me everything Grandfather had taught her and told me stories about her spy days - the unclassified stuff, of course [ That's the story Sharon will be sticking to, at any rate. ] - and she's the reason I became a SHIELD agent.

[ There. Now she has something that almost looks like a panda. Of course, she'd been going for a portrait of ~~Rogers~~ a random guy, but pandas are still good, right? ]

Anything else?

Tony doesn’t mind the stammer. In fact, he thinks it’s a positive indication of how he’s affecting Justin, and that’s his intention. He wants to scatter his thoughts and shatter his ability to form coherent sentences. None of this may have been planned, all of it may be a surprise, but it’s the best kind and he intends to make the most of it.

It’s a good thing Justin pulled his down far enough to bare his ass; Tony wants his hands on it and he doesn’t want fabric in the way. As soon as he stands up, his arms go around Justin’s hips and his hands settle against him, each one splayed over the center of the cheek it’s resting on, getting the most in his grip as he possibly can. Spreading his legs, heedless of his own pants still hanging open, Tony lightly digs his fingers into his flesh and hauls him in, until his cock’s right there, scant centimeters from his face. He licks it, tongue parting the slit for any drops of precum Justin might have released from his earlier ministrations.

“Whenever I want?” he asks without pulling away, tone silky smooth. He cocks his head, letting the tip brush over his cheek as he glances up, saliva smearing across his skin. “Justin. It’d suck you raw if I had free rein.”

His fingers knead his ass as he speaks, the hairless portion of his cheek sliding down the length of Justin’s erection as he nuzzles against it. “I think you underestimate how much I love your cock.”

Maybe, the thinks, he should show him. It’s too cold to do it here, not the length to which he’d like to express the fondness that he feels. But briefly, maybe, he can try to do it justice. Tipping his chin, he licks his balls, suckles at one just long enough for Justin to feel it, and then drags his tongue up the underside of his shaft. He looks up, opening his mouth to delicately lick the tip one last time. Even though Justin can’t see him, Tony searches out his eyes anyway, since he can see him quite clearly.

Without warning he yanks him forward, sheathing Justin’s cock in his mouth in one quick motion. Familiarity lets him do it without hurting himself or Justin, and eagerness to have him in his mouth, to fuck him with it and be fucked by him, spurs him to make it fast. He takes him all the way in, then pushes on his hips to rock him backward, before pulling him forward again. Justin’s a smart guy. He hopes he gets the hint.

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Tony's definitely affecting Justin. Not just sexually, not just in the moment, but overall? He's done a number on him. Not in a negative way, of course. In a very positive way, actually; lots of ways, really, ways that Justin never thought possible from either of them. He hadn't brought home a significant other to really meet his parents in a long time, and the last one he'd brought home hadn't been all that significant in the first place. Just someone to drape in pearls and diamonds to look good on his arm who couldn't imagine the terror! of a holiday apart, don't you think it's a little odd?

He can't see him exactly, but he's completely aware of where everything is and what's going on. There's no other sense that's heightened to make up for his crummy eyesight, of course, but with cold air and Tony's mouth working against him, he couldn't be more aware of him than he is now, glasses or no. The image is blurry, but he's got a plasma screen to make up for it. There's no static lines, no messed up contrast and brightness, only Justin aware of every movement and oh hell.

Anything he might have said (though he doesn't know what he would say because he couldn't think clearly enough to form the most simple of simple sentences) dies in his throat the moment he feels Tony's throat open and take him fully in, and he'd have to be completely dead not to get the hint. The show he couldn't properly see and the motions before it, however, had Justin on the very edge of orgasm already, and he's a man. He can't quell every sexual need he has as much as he'd like to. And, as much as he'd like to fuck Tony's mouth for hours at time, he's not capable of it. His hand, already threaded through his hair and slightly clenched around his skull, tightens less than ten seconds after he gets the hint, less than two movements of hips that he really wishes he could turn into two hundred. His other hand, dropped to grip at one of Tony's wrists as though it was a life preserver, tightened at the same moment, and there was something that could have been a warning that never managed to make it off his tongue as anything more than garbled nonsense. Short, brief, garbage that didn't even come anywhere close to a word, much less more than one. Much less, I can't do this, I'm going to come right now.

But hey, Tony's a smart guy, and they've been doing this long enough that he's confident he'll know what that aborted word means. He hopes so, at least, because it's barely five seconds after it that he finds himself incapable of holding off any more and finds himself having one of the more intense orgasms he's had in the past five weeks.

Considering they'd been together for the past five weeks, it's saying a lot.

No. I mean, thanks, that means a lot to me.

[ He thinks about her, for a moment. ]

Sorry, is this weird? I... don't want you to think I'm here to hear about Peggy. It's not like that, I really do like you. And I don't want to make you uncomfortable.

When he starts, he doesn’t know how close Justin is. He could be hovering near the edge of orgasm, he could be so far from it that it would take considerable time and attention to get him there. Tony doesn’t know, but he’s prepared for all eventualities. Because while he has always enjoyed the many permutations of sex, he’s never enjoyed it quite as much as he does with Justin, and all of the things that he would have once been slightly hesitant to do with a partner, he does eagerly now.

He’s prepared for this to take quite a while. His throat is loose, he’s as relaxed as he possibly can be, sitting on an awkward and mildly uncomfortable cooler. He’s prepared for the possibility that Justin will fight his intentions and barely move at all, and he’s also prepared for the most vigorous and thorough face-fucking he can provide. He’s even ready for the chance that he’ll barely get his mouth on him before he’s shooting his load all over the place.

As it turns out, that latter possibility is closer to the truth, and Tony accepts it with the same pleasure he would have felt if it had taken longer. The clenching of Justin’s hands on him is enough of a warning and he tightens his lips, sucks just a little harder, all but milking Justin’s cock until there’s nothing left to suck from it and it lays heavy and spent on his tongue. He draws back slowly, gently nudging Justin’s hips back until he has enough room to release him from his mouth. His fingertips stroke his ass lightly, soothing, calming caresses, as Tony licks his lips and leaves a kiss along the jut of Justin’s hipbone.

“Well,” he murmurs, voice low and sated. “That was hot. Gotta remember this the next time we're trying not to get too dirty.”

[ the art of enjoying the small pleasant things is one tsukitachi has mastered on a level that truly is awe-inspiring. though it's a necessary skill, hirato supposes, with as few as the good things in life are. this kind of life would make anyone who isn't adept at focusing on the right things crumble in moments, no doubt. ]

True that.

[ glass in hand, he holds it out. a silent sort of demand. bratty, perhaps, but playing the role of the kindly, polite man day out and day in gets dreadfully dull at times. ]

It's a bit boring to always take the same approach.

If they weren't in a relationship that didn't seem to have lasting power, Justin would think of it as a lost opportunity. A missed opportunity to have been with Tony fucking Stark in that way, in any way they'd been together before. He knew, though—or would like to think he knew—that they'd have plenty of days ahead where there wouldn't be cold air, possible insects, and no tent for them to do whatever they wanted, be it face-fucking or laying on the floor and talking about replacing rusty pipes as part of remodeling. He didn't feel any pressure to be something he wasn't, and Justin? Wasn't exactly a sexthlete. Tony knew that much long ago, but one day, certainly, they'd have an opportunity for additional methods to be brought in to make sure that Justin lasted exactly as long as Tony wanted him to.

It wasn't a missed opportunity. It was what it was and a good way to get Justin thinking about future sex between them, though...when hadn't he thought about that on a daily basis? Really.

"You." He pauses, hand in his hair tugging on it just enough so that he can tilt his head back, make sure Tony's looking up at him even though he can't visually see it. "Are going to be the absolute death of me."

It's not until he drops his hands to pull his pants and zipper back up that he realizes that talking about his death seems to be something that puts Tony on edge. It wasn't what he meant, and as he sits back down and pushes his button through the hole, he clarifies as much.

"Sexually, I mean. One day I'm just...you wear me out. I'm not—this is not me complaining in any way, don't think that, because it's—I just. You know. I should have gotten in a bigger tent. Really. It's too small, but if you. We can make due with it, though, right? There's not much room, but if we're on our sides, then I think tomorrow morning could be. Uh. An interesting wake up call, to say the least."

[She keeps her eyes on the latte foam. She'd been doodling during her... monologue? Now she tries to make a leaf, drawing with a thin straw. Her voice is quiet.]

It's always going to be weird, though, isn't it? I mean, you two loved each other. A part of you will always love her and vice versa. [And Sharon feels like an interloper. A replacement. And Peggy has left some very large shoes to fill.] And I'm her niece. So... I don't know. But if we're going to- to pursue this, we're going to have to deal with that eventually.

[He got old.

A burn for a good-looking man, certainly. For a man who only lived three years and isn't sure he was supposed to live any longer than that? It hurts, but he doesn't let it show, doesn't let it come across in his voice or anything like it. He's not sure if clones were only supposed to "last" three years or if that, at the end of those three years, there was something to do with radiation. Maybe Lunar believed they'd all be so eager to go home, so sick with cabin fever and feverish with the desire to see "their" wife and daughter that they wouldn't stop to really think about it.

The original Sam Bell would be much older. But Sam? He was never meant to get old.

Still, he can't fault David for it. David shouldn't be expected to tiptoe around anything that could possibly bother Sam. They're not talking about Sam anyway, but a man he's never met.

And, to be honest, is quite glad he didn't.]

Aging is rough to those people who spent so long thinking they were the hottest thing that ever came out of a set of parents. [He shrugs one shoulder, flicking a bit of grass off of his pants before he runs his hand up to rest on his knee.] Vanity, I guess. You live so long being told that you're gorgeous, you do your best to stay gorgeous...and yet it happens. Inevitability, right?

[But not everyone goes off and makes David8s. What a lucky man this Peter Weyland must have been, to be smart and handsome.]

Being the death of Justin is something that Tony fears, not simply because of deep-seated issues with his parents’ death, but because he’s witnessed lunatics targeting the people that he cares about as a way to hurt him. Stane went after Pepper. Vanko went after everybody. Loki went after the entire world. By himself, Tony’s something of a bad luck charm for other people. Add Iron Man into the mix and it just magnifies that bad luck a hundredfold.

An icy spike of fear lodges in his gut, but he doesn’t act on it. His face doesn’t pale, his hands don’t start shaking, he doesn’t look upset or traumatized. He doesn’t even mention it. And when Justin clarifies what he meant – what Tony knew logically that he meant – he shoves it all into the back of his mind and tries to ignore it.

“I like to think of it as satisfying you,” he tells him, focusing on the positive and not taking his words as criticism or some dark foreshadowing of tragedy to come. “If you’re worn out, then you’re satisfied. If you’re not, you might still be wanting more, and I don’t want to leave you wanting more when I’m more than happy to give it to you the first go round.”

The fact that Justin’s hot certainly doesn’t hinder that desire. The fact that Tony loves him definitely doesn’t hinder it.

I think you're right. This is always going to be weird. But... I don't think that's enough for me to want to pass this up. I think we could make this work.

I'd... like to try.

One day, that little secret will come out. If not Tony saying it aloud, but Justin adding small figures up to create big ones, adding twos and sixes to create hundreds. The idea that Tony believes anyone who gets close to him is a target is well and good, but the idea that Tony believes that Justin would be killed to get at him wouldn't settle well. It would make Justin feel like Tony thought him, in some way, dependent on him. Justin could just as easily be killed for someone not liking his wealth, his brain, his company—he ran that risk being who and what he was. Certainly, enemies would target those closest to someone who could blow shit up with a wave of his hand. But Justin had kept things as quiet as humanly possibly, and if Tony didn't say anything to the wrong person?

Well, they'd have a stalker before anything happened, wouldn't they?

"Satisfying me, huh." As he says it, he's moving his leg over so that he can straddle the cooler and move in properly, nosing through hair that looked so wonderful from above only a minute ago. His glasses are still out of the way, but only so he can place a quick kiss to Tony's temple before he leans back to retrieve them. "But what about you? Are you...satisfied?"

Maybe it's because he's filled with sugar and, yes, satisfied. Maybe it's because it's a new year and he wants to make sure this lasts as long as it possibly can. Maybe the semi-semantics talk has opened a door to it. Justin's not sure, but it seems as good a time as any.

"I mean. Is there something you like that I'm—that we're—not doing? I mean. You know. Is there, uhm, is there something I should. Clothes? I...don't know. There's this whole, uh, world of stuff that I'm not, that I'm not really knowledgeable about, but you. Uh. You're...you've." You're Tony Stark. "I'm open to things? If they're. You know. Within something like reason. You just have to tell me because how, because how will I know otherwise? Right? Like. So. Is there anything you feel like we should be doing and we're not so you're missing out, but you're not telling me, so there's kind of a problem, so you should tell me now?"

He can’t answer him immediately, because he isn’t sure that he’s capable of opening his mouth without laughing. The notion that he might not be satisfied is practically hilarious. He’s never been as content with his life as he is now, and that’s not something he’d ever expected to feel.

“Seriously?” A smile plays at the corner of his mouth as he shakes his head. “Am I satisfied?”

Reaching out, he cards his fingers through Justin’s hair and tips his head so that he can kiss his forehead without disturbing his glasses. “You don’t know the answer to that already?”

There’s nothing he’s lacking. No area in which he believes that Justin could stand to improve. Emotionally, he’s happy. Sexually, he couldn’t be happier. Maybe it’s difficult to believe, given that he’s Tony Stark and his reputation suggests that he’s a frequent participant in sexual acts more appropriate to a circus than a bedroom, but he is.

“You don’t have to do anything differently, Justin. You don’t have to be anyone else but who you are. I’m satisfied. I’m more than satisfied.” He slides his fingers down out of his hair and along the back of his neck. “I’ve got everything I want right here. But you know, that does cut both ways. You can tell me too, if there's anything that needs changed.”

[She glances at him beneath her lashes and resolves to ask Aunt Peggy for her... what? Blessing? Well, why not?]

[She swallows.]

Me, too.

[After a pause, she turns her attention back to the latte. Somehow, her attempt at making a leaf has turned into something like a mutated flamingo.]

So long as we're doing this, though, do you think we could keep it between us? If people at SHIELD other than Fury find out, things could get complicated.

Yes, that's fine.

[ He's just pretty shocked that she'd agree at all. ]

I don't really feel like filling out paperwork just to ask you out, either.

Seriously?

Justin is, partly, expecting Tony to come out with some strange fetish he'd have to Google later to get the full idea of, something he'll have to do a bit of research on in order to feel moderately comfortable before going through with anything. Partly because he knows that Tony's not at all what papers, magazines, the Internet, and "news" television make him out to be. But still, there's a little bit of uncertainty on Justin's end about whether Tony just likes sex in general or if he likes the bizarre, shadowy lands of things Justin can't understand anyone ever thinking of as sexy, much less having become so much of a "thing" that it has its own special name.

He's not expecting what he gets, however, and he grows oddly quiet and still as he listens—there's no fidgeting fingers or nervously tapping feet, just him quiet and still and giving Tony every ounce of focus he contains. The only movement is him leaning into Tony's hand moving along him, nothing more.

"Well." It's short and quiet, and he takes a moment to look like he's really putting extreme thought into what he has to say, like it's life or death. For all intents and purposes, he looks completely serious. "I was going to make a joke about something extremely awful, but I can't think of anything right now. I...honestly wasn't. Expecting that."

If pressed, Justin wouldn't be able to accurately articulate what he was supposed "expecting," if only because he didn't really know.

[ She laughs. She wouldn't put it past SHIELD to do something like that. ]

And just to make sure - you're not going to get weird or protective when I go on a mission, are you?

Brow wrinkling in surprised curiosity, Tony arches an eyebrow, wonder what Justin was expecting and how off the wall it was. Either his reputation is worse than he originally thought, if after all this time Justin still assumes that there’s another side to him that’s yet to make an appearance, or Justin’s self-confidence is even more bruised than Tony sometimes thinks that it is. No matter which it happens to be, he still wants to do something about it.

“No?” he asks, without censure. “What were you expecting? Something illegal or something kinky?”

Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with sex at all, but those are his first two guesses. “Like, I’ve got a pleather fetish or I like being beaten? I don’t. To either. I mean, if you want to wear it, or you want me to wear it, okay. It’s hot and feels a little gross against skin, but I’m willing. And if you’d really get off on beating me, I guess we could work something out.”

He really hopes that isn’t the case, though. He doesn’t get off on receiving pain any more than he gets off on giving it. The whole thing kind of makes him feel a little sick, truth be told, but if it’s something that he needs to try again, well, Tony is always willing to try.

“I know it might seem like I’ve done everything, and honestly, I’ve probably come really close, thanks to a lot of booze and bad decisions.” This is a level of frank honesty that doesn’t come around every day. Not without concentrated prompting. He shrugs, offering a tiny, rueful smile. “But trying it doesn’t mean that I liked it, or that it was even my idea in the first place. So I’m, I don’t know, sorry, I guess, that I’m not as actively kinky as it might have seemed like I am.”

The mention of anything illegal has Justin's eyebrows creasing together so fast that something should sprain—his skin, his eyebrow muscles (or whatever they were called, Justin couldn't think of it), his entire forehead, it happened so fast it was like pulling strings on a marionette. Something illegal? Why in the hell would he...

But then he mentions booze, and Justin can work with that.

"Well, you're sober now. So you don't have to worry about any bad decisions that only happen because you're, you know, wasted. And, honestly, if you're wasted and you're springing something new on me, then...then I'm not going to. I'm going to decline. Not because—" well now, that sounded like Justin was trying to assert some control over Tony's habits, didn't it? That's not what he meant, and he's quick to try and explain as much, though there's quite a bit of stumbling over his words. "Not because I don't trust you, but because I don't, I mean, if you think the only way—that's not. I'm not saying you can't drink or I'll. I'm not. Look, I just want to help you stay away from that, and you seem to really like having sex with me, so if I say 'no' to sex, then maybe it's a deterrent. I'm not going to say I have a headache, I'm just going to say. Uh. No."

Awkward though his speech his, his hands aren't at all when he moves them over Tony's stomach and backs to rest on his hip, interlaced in a simple, loose hold.

"And I'm not going to beat you. That will never happen, I promise."

Not anymore weird or protective than I am now.

[ That may change. He doesn't know. But it might be perceived as weird now that she's paying attention specifically to it. ]

He sees the way Justin’s eyebrows come together and although he doesn’t address it, although he addresses the drinking and everything else, Tony can’t let that expression go without remarking on the words that brought it into existence.

“Some states, and countries, have a lot of really weird laws. Archaic, no longer applicable laws that don’t make any sense whatsoever,” he tells him, rolling his eyes. “I think if you printed the whole thing out, my arrest record would be like, I don’t know, twenty pages worth of offenses. Like, ninety-eight percent of them completely harmless.”

The other 2% have nothing to do with sex and everything to do with his drinking, which leads him rather nicely around to that topic. He doesn’t take offense at Justin’s speech, isn’t insulted that he would withhold sex if Tony attempted to engage in it with him drunk.

“I don’t intend for that to ever happen,” Tony says reassuringly, reaching out to cup the side of his neck. “Getting drunk in general. I’d like to think I’m past that. But I wouldn’t ever—Drunk or not, you can always tell me no. For any reason.” His lips curve into a shallow smile. “And for the record, not feeling like it is a legitimate reason.”

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ffft I laughed XD

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