hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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It was a month in on this job from hell, or so he was starting to mentally refer to it as, and there was a faint light at the end of the tunnel that he could faintly see. They were hardly to the point where Arthur would feel confident in saying they were ready but they were making progress.

As he had promised, Arthur sent a text at least once a week even if it was as simple as 'i'm alive', 'hey' and 'how was your day'. Something where Tony knew he was alive and well.

It was Friday and even Arthur, the workaholic that he was prone to be, wanted the evening off just as much as everyone else seemed to. Instead of hitting a local restaurant or bar with the others, Arthur decided to return to his hotel suite and order in room service.

With his order in front of him and a glass of wine, Arthur picked up his phone and thought about what time it would be in California. 7:15 in the evening in Paris was roughly 10 AM in California. If Tony didn't get back to him now, Arthur would be up for a while either way.

Alone and I want you. Oh, and good morning, love.

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[starknaked]

The moment Arthur left, Tony threw himself into his normal lifestyle. He partied. He attended events. He flirted and laughed and teased with people. Seen about town from dusk until dawn, a different car and a difference woman each day.

Only Pepper knew that he saw the girls out before things got started and she no longer had to see them out in the morning.

Spending most of his time in the lab, barely sleeping though those texts usually set him off enough to crawl into bed for a few hours, smiling and content for the time being.

The text, with a ringtone just for Arthur, woke him but Tony barely rolled over and picked up the phone, sending a text back with his eyes barely open.

only you get away with this ungodly hour. how alone?

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Arthur heard the rumors of course - the normal Tony Stark behavior had been back in full swing after he had left but Arthur didn't believe the rumors for a minute. He knew that Tony missed him and knew he barely slept at all - much like Arthur.

When the text came through, a smile curled on his lips. He finished eating a bite of his pasta and responded back. At this point, he didn't care if it wasn't exactly the healthiest option he could have chosen. It was his night off.

It's 10 am. ;) Alone as in only me, the French news and a glass of red wine. And food.

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Snuggling into his blankets, the only thing about Tony that was real these days was the work and his drinking. And the hangovers. It was too damn early to be sane and awake but this was for Arthur and for that he'd try.

god awful hour after rum. I'm not into food fetishes. you dressed?

He smiled despite himself.

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Truly, Arthur didn't expect much knowing Tony and the hours he kept. Still, Arthur laughed when the text came through.

Thank fuck for that, neither am I. Yeah, I'm dressed - boxers and a t-shirt. What time did you get to sleep?

What mattered the most to Arthur was at least getting to talk to him for a little bit. A little more than the normal conversation that they've had anyway.

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For a moment he didn't text back, thinking about Arthur in just that with a sigh. After a time though he realized if he didn't text, he would fall asleep.

too much on and sun wasn't up so maybe five? too short ago but dont stop texting

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Arthur half expected for Tony to have fallen back asleep after he didn't receive a text message back after a few minutes. It was fine though - the man probably needed his sleep considering how much or, more specifically how little, he normally got.

Ah, I understand now. Get some more sleep, love.

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I said don't stop.

He fired that off instantly, moving to sit up and giving his head a shake to try and focus harder.

I can sleep any time. can't always talk to you.

You called me love.

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That was twice that Arthur had called him love and this time Stark had called him out on it. It wasn't something he typically did by any means but this time - tonight - it felt right.

He chuckled at the instant text back.

Alright, I won't stop texting then.

And to the last text: Yeah, well don't get used to it. ;)

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Tony grinned, leaning against the headboard.

Damn. Kind of liked it. No one has ever said that who wasn't way beneath my league.

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Arthur chuckled and spread his legs out in front of him.

Is that right? That makes me feel better.

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Tony considered that and then texted back.

It should. You're one of the few to still get firsts with me.

Person I need. Guy in my life long time. Anyone in my life long term.

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It took a minute for Arthur to respond as he read over those messages once, twice and a third time.

I miss you.

It still made him feel warm and, dare he think it, fuzzy inside hearing -- reading those words from Tony Stark.

[starknaked]

He had worried about those messages after having hit send. He was taking a huge chance and it scared him in ways that war and death never did.

Yeah, back at you. All going well?

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As well as it can. How are you?

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He thought about playing games. This was text after all, meaning it could be seen by others.

He couldn't bring himself too.

Lonely. Giant bed and have it all to myself.

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Arthur smiled. He knew that text was iffy at best when it came to terms of security. Still, he was glad that they weren't playing games just now.

Wish I could be in that bed with you.

Course, by that time, Arthur would have been up by then and been on his run, showered and dressed for the day.

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Despite his concerns, Tony wasn't backing down now. He missed the boy too much not to take what he could get while he was off doing this job, following that crazy bastard wherever he led.

That would be nice. Though if by be in it with me, you mean sleeping, we've passed that.

And you wouldn't. You get up at ungodly hours.

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Arthur's lips curled up into a larger grin as he spread his legs. He didn't care much about his food now and the French news was just playing in the background. It wasn't every day, at least lately, that he had as much time as he had to talk to the other man.

No, you're right. Either I would have been up hours before or you'd be fucking me.

[starknaked]

Well that definitely brought a mental image. One that came with an echo of Arthur's moans in Tony's head and a sudden surge of blood between his legs.

Bit of both, I think. I'm sure if I told you I wanted you back in bed, naked and asking for it, you'd do it.

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That definitely brought memories and mental images to Arthur's mind and blood straight to his groin. He palmed and adjusted himself in his boxers before responding back.

I could see both happening. Knowing myself and knowing you.

Unless I wanted to be contrary. ;)

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Tony was pretty sure where this was going. Or better yet, where he was hoping it was going.

Why would you do that? Want me to slam you against the wall and make you beg for it?

Normally he wasn't this forward, this aggressive, with Arthur but he was missing him, desperate for him and he could have this and not their intimacy.

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Arthur knew where he wanted this to go - it was after all, why he had opened up that line of communication by saying he was alone and needed Stark.

It was a thought.

It wasn't every day that Stark was this aggressive but Arthur would be lying if he said he didn't like it. He was missing the older man, wanting and needing him and he wasn't going to just waste the time they were given.

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God, but that had him aching, sprawling a bit more.

That's my boy, isn't it? The one that I bend over desks, the work table... Take you like you want.

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Unknowingly, Arthur's eyes turned shades darker as he shifted on the couch and pressed a palm into his hardening cock. He did love it when Stark bent him over desks and work tables.

Mm, yeah, I am.

Arthur sent the text before he realized it and quickly composed a second.

What are you wearing?

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Oh he did like that answer, grinning even as the second one came in. He chuckled though no one was there to hear him.

I'm still in bed, Arthur. Two guesses.