Honeymoon (Steve/Tony)

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Tony backed Steve up against the elevator wall and kissed him until the swooping in his stomach was from more than just rocketing up eighteen floors. Steve pulled away from Tony’s mouth and nibbled his way behind his ear and down his neck.

“This,” Tony gasped, “was such a good idea.”

“Skipping dinner?” Steve asked.

“Getting married.”

Steve snorted. “I have to agree. I can’t wait to wake up next to my husband tomorrow.”

Tony pulled back and raked his eyes suggestively down to where Steve’s top button was popped open. “I more meant because then we get this honeymoon, but sure, get all sappy about it.”

The doors opened and they stumbled out, wrapped around each other, giggling. Tony swiped their keycard to open the door, and Steve caught him around the waist and hauled him into the suite, dodging his kicking legs, and dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. It was a beautiful room, but neither of them was looking at the scenery.

Steve tossed Tony over his shoulder and marched across the room, shoving their suitcase out of the way, then tackled him backwards onto the bed, making him yelp. Tony clutched at Steve’s sides as Steve urged him into a kiss, rapidly turning from heated to full-on filthy. When Tony arched his hips up and Steve felt how eager he was to take this further, he straightened up and tugged his t-shirt over his head.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Tony murmured, already working on his own pants. “All mine.”

“It’s all yours,” Steve agreed, shedding his pants and underwear. Steve crawled back up over Tony drawing a path up kisses up his chest. Tony was warm and solid in his arms, and he couldn’t help pausing at Tony’s left hand, rested on his stomach, and kissing the place where a golden band now sat. The rest of Tony’s clothes disappeared in a heartbeat.

Tony let out a breath then wriggled backwards towards the centre of the bed, drawing Steve back with him. He stretched out wide then wrapped himself around Steve, arms and legs, stretching up for another kiss, bare skin pressed tantalizingly close.

And –

They fell.

With a startled cry, the bed parted and they slotted down the middle like bread into a toaster, the sheets folding up around them on each side. They came to a stop, wedged in place, and Steve realized that what was advertised as a king bed was actually two smaller beds pushed together and covered over with sheets and blankets. They clearly didn’t expect the weight of two people to land right on the seam because it had been enough to pop the sheets off the corners and split the beds. And now they were stuck.

There was a quiet moment of startled contemplation, and then Tony burst out laughing, his whole body shaking where he was still wrapped in Steve’s arms.

“Oh my god, we’re stuck,” Tony hollered. “We’re going to die here, naked, trapped between two beds. Housekeeping is going to have to rescue us.” He snorted and set off laughing again.

Steve couldn’t help laughing too. “We’re not going to die, I can get us out.” But when he tried to brace his hand on the floor to push up, the tension of the sheet caught and he slipped, landing fully on Tony and rubbing their naked bodies together.

Tony’s chuckle turned darker. “Hello, sailor.”

Tony’s hand curled around Steve’s hip then slipped lower, and Steve sighed into his shoulder. He arched back, tried to get a handhold again, slipped again, and was set off into uproarious laughter again.

Tony clutched him close, giggling into his neck even as his hand kept up its teasing explorations. “We’re going to die here.”

Steve stretched up and looked down at his new husband’s beautiful face, framed in the crisp white sheets and glowing with the soft blue of the arc reactor. “Yeah, maybe,” he admitted with a grin, “but what a way to go.”