“You sure you’re not just saying that because you want me to blow you during our discovery of this whole new carpet-riding world?” Tony teases back, settling his arms comfortably around Justin’s shoulders and pulling him into a loose embrace.

It’s really not much of a tease. If he can build a flying carpet, he can build it big enough for two people and he can make sure it has ample room for them to move around. Going down on Justin during some aerial maneuvers without falling off the edge of the carpet wouldn’t be that difficult.

“Because it’s not like I’m ever going to turn an opportunity like that down. Hell, I will invent opportunities.” Which makes him sound kind of like a sleazy nymphomaniac. “You know what else, though. I bet those things would come in handy in situations like this. I mean, if it was big enough. You could set a tent up on it, set it to hover however many feet off the ground. It’d be like camping in trees, you’d never have to worry about being attacked by predators in the night.”

Animal or human, come to that. Tony’s seen enough horror movies in his day. He knows that homicidal undying maniacs are just as common as bears in the woods.