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Welcome Back [Heart in a Knot] - for Starknaked
It had been two months since Arthur had seen Tony. Two months of text messages, phone calls and stolen moments over web cam while Arthur worked a job in Moscow. It was supposed to have been done weeks ago - simple extraction but of course, it never goes the way it should go despite his every precaution. Sometimes, the mark just doesn't want to do what you mentally will them and expect them to do.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
He was finally in Malibu again without a tail on his trail and at least a week before he was off to the next job. It was 5:30 in the morning (5:34 a.m. to be exact) and he knew that when he walked into Tony's house, Tony would be asleep. Instead of entertaining himself for the next several hours, he knew he would rather be at Tony's Malibu mansion and in the man's arms than anywhere else. And he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Tony would prefer the same.
It was 5:50 when he pulled up to the house in the rental car and it took hardly any time to get inside with what he needed (PASIV, messenger bag and suitcase), using the key Tony had given him so many months ago on that first job. He left everything resting inside of the doorway (he wouldn't be needing them right away) and locked the door before heading up the steps to Tony's room - keeping silent as he did so as to not wake anyone else.
Arthur felt a smile tug on his lips when he stepped into the older man's bedroom and shut the door gently behind him. Not completely silent so as to completely startle Tony but still keeping it quiet.
Fuck, but he had missed him.
He toed of his shoes and socks, removed his suit jacket and rested it over a chair before undoing the buttons on his waist coat. The entire time, he kept his gaze on Tony's form underneath the blankets. Knowing him, he had probably only been asleep for only an hour or two at most. They were very much alike in that regard.
Before long, Arthur slid underneath the blanket next to Tony with only a pair of boxers on.
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"Put the suit down," he ordered, soft and not demanding. "And let's get in the shower."
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But he let Arthur take his hand, leading the way to the shower. "You're amused with yourself, aren't you," he asked, his grin showing he was damn well amused by it all.
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He hummed nonchalantly but sent him a grin. "Of course I am," he said and walked over to the shower to turn it on. Tony's house was, to be frank, pretty much unlike anyone else's house that he had ever been in. And that was in and out of dream spaces.
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“Keep it up. One word and the water is icy,” he teased, smirking.
“No, Sir. I would not do that to Mister Arthur,” Jarvis said, his voice cool and steady.
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He chuckled. "Thank you, Jarvis. At least he's on my side," he teased him, sliding his hand down over Tony's chest. "Come on, I've spent over twenty four hours on different planes and in different airports -- need a shower." Arthur leaned up and pressed a slow kiss to his lips.
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"I can reprogram him," he pointed out. "While you're being less plane gross," he added, though he chuckled as he kissed him back, slow and deep.
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Arthur chuckled. "Think we've discussed that there wil be no reprogramming of any kind happening. Especially while I'm not washing the smell and grossness of planes off of me," he said with a grin. He stepped in closer and deepened the kiss further. He moved his hands down to his boxers to slide them down and off his hips, stepping out of them once they hit the floor. "Shower," he said, stepping backward toward the large shower.
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"And everyone is starting to like you better. I'm not sure why," he said, not like he cared about Arthur so much more than he had so many in years. So much more than he had anyone but perhaps Pepper and his AIs.
Standing back, he watched Arthur until he stepped into the shower.
The water came on, warm and coursing down onto the tiles.
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"Going to join me, Mr. Stark," he asked, looking over at him with a little wink.
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"You are most welcome, Mr Arthur," Jarvis said, always one for manners. Tony smirked, liking that everyone in his life had found Arthur acceptable.
"I think I may," he said, moving to get in the shower with him, giving him space to enjoy it for the moment though.
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He was thankful that the important people in Tony's life liked him well enough. While other peoples opinions of him normally didn't matter as much to him, he found himself wanting those involved in Tony's life to like him. It did make it easier at least -- especially when it came to those like Jarvis and Pepper.
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Maybe it wasn’t true, but he believed it.
“So… Do I have to behave,” he asked, arching a brow, and giving Arthur that opening.
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"You know, you're not the only one desperate," he said, sliding a hand down Tony's arm. He was too - always found himself wanting to be around Tony when he was elsewhere.
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Which was when he surged forward, shoving Arthur up against the wall. His body pressed to his, mouth crashing down on his lover's for a hard, demanding kiss.
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Arthur groaned into the kiss and returned it equally demanding, cupping the back of Tony's head as he leaned up into it. His free hand, meanwhile, held onto Tony's bicep.
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Rocking against him, grinding the hard length of his dick roughly against his lover as he canted his head. Deepening the kiss, desperate in a way that only a man that was used to daily sex could get.
"Think... think we can use lotion for lube," he murmured between kisses, knowing they didn't have any actual lube in the bathroom.
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He panted for breath between kisses. "Lotion," he nodded his head sharply.
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Letting himself revel there in the sensations. The heat of the water. The slickness of Arthur's skin. The soft sounds his lover made. All the little things he hadn't paid attention to before. Not until now.
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“Arthur. Fuck. I can’t. I need you. Later I will give you everything you deserve but now, now I need you.”
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Grabbing the bottle, he turned to look at his lover. Drenched and dripping water, he smiled at him widely. “Damn you look good,” he admitted with a low whistle.
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His lips curled up at the praise. "Course, I do," he said, not the least bit modest. Tony was rubbing off on him...figuratively and literally.
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