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?"
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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?"