“Hey, if pushing the crap down toward our feet helps prevent you from kneeing me in the dick, that’s what I want to do.” He doesn’t really care where it goes. If he can sleep curled up against Justin on a sofa, he can do it in a tent filled with stuff. It’s just that the mental imagery of taking a knee to the groin begs for a response. “Don’t get me wrong. I like your knee rubbing against my dick, but actually kneeing me there’s just not cool. I mean, unless you don’t want to use it. Then knee away.”
Untangling himself from Justin now is the first step in moving into the tent, and he sets about collecting his arms and hands before rising to his feet and holding out his hand. “Come, my darling. Our tent awaits.”
Howard has always been a sore subject for Tony, and the level of unease he feels talking about him is directionally proportional to the closeness he feels toward the one he’s talking to about him. The more personal the conversation, the more uneasy it makes him. But he and Justin have gotten closer than he’s gotten with anyone else in his life, and he’s starting to find that it’s a little easier to talk about Howard with him. He doesn’t do it often, but when he does, he finds that it lacks the intensity of hurt that it once did.
Justin said he wasn’t aware of it, and Tony feels compelled to assure him that he didn’t either. That it isn’t knowledge that everyone else had but Justin.
“I didn’t know either. Not until Fury told me two, almost three years ago now, when he was on my ass about the palladium poisoning. But, I mean, once he did tell me, I could totally see it.” Joking about Howard is a rarity for him, but he isn’t surprised that he can do it in Justin’s presence. “Douchebag of a man founds douchebag of an agency. It seems pretty par for the course now when I think about it.”
no subject
Untangling himself from Justin now is the first step in moving into the tent, and he sets about collecting his arms and hands before rising to his feet and holding out his hand. “Come, my darling. Our tent awaits.”
Howard has always been a sore subject for Tony, and the level of unease he feels talking about him is directionally proportional to the closeness he feels toward the one he’s talking to about him. The more personal the conversation, the more uneasy it makes him. But he and Justin have gotten closer than he’s gotten with anyone else in his life, and he’s starting to find that it’s a little easier to talk about Howard with him. He doesn’t do it often, but when he does, he finds that it lacks the intensity of hurt that it once did.
Justin said he wasn’t aware of it, and Tony feels compelled to assure him that he didn’t either. That it isn’t knowledge that everyone else had but Justin.
“I didn’t know either. Not until Fury told me two, almost three years ago now, when he was on my ass about the palladium poisoning. But, I mean, once he did tell me, I could totally see it.” Joking about Howard is a rarity for him, but he isn’t surprised that he can do it in Justin’s presence. “Douchebag of a man founds douchebag of an agency. It seems pretty par for the course now when I think about it.”