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hello, good morning, love -- for starknaked

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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Well that didn't make it nearly as fun for Tony but if he got his hands on one of the PASIVs, he would be okay with it. More than okay if he could dismantle it without Arthur having his ass for it.
"Good, bring it to me then when you come home," he said, not having thought about that sentence before he said it but then it was out there. Home.

"But they are lies! I don't blow up that much."

Arthur was silent for a minute.

Home.

Fuck, but it was.

It had been a long time since he had considered anywhere a home -- his home.

But -- with Tony, it was home. He smiled. "Yeah, I'll do that," he said.

Arthur chuckled. "Is that right? Then how many times have you blown something up?" Arthur's tone was playful.

Tony hadn't realized he was holding his breath, waiting for Arthur's reaction. Not until he agreed and he exhaled softly. He had no idea what he would have done if he hadn't agreed.

"Since you've been gone? Three."

Arthur's lips quirked up as he laughed. "Three? In the last month? Or do you mean in the last year or two since I've been doing this with Cobb?" He stretched his legs out slowly and sighed. If he wasn't in the middle of a job and Tony wasn't doing what he did, Arthur would even suggest a weekend trip to Paris but that would be pure distraction. Still -- it was becoming hard not talking to the man as often as normal.

Fuck - who knew after that first meeting that they would be here of all place months later.

That he would call being with Tony more home than anywhere else in the world -- more than any of the countries he had homes/safe houses in.

"Since... you've been gone. Two were small and work related." At least he could write them off as work expenses. "Since you've been doing this with Cobb... I don't think we need to have that talk. You have read the news reports of things with Whiplash and when I first made the suit, right?"

He knew Arthur had, knew he would have learned everything he could. That was just who Arthur was and what he was like. It was part of what Tony liked about him. He was thorough and not nearly as uptight as everyone thought.

"I'm trying to behave," he said with a chuckle. "Just bored."

He had. And he told Tony as much.

Even before Arthur and Tony met, once he got that phone call, he researched everything he could about Tony, about the suit about what made Iron Man - Tony and what made Tony - Iron Man. He never came unprepared for whatever he may come into contact with.

He chuckled softly. "Yes, I can see how boredom would lead to explosions."

"If you were here, I would blow up less things," he said without thinking about it. Then he paused, wincing.

"Sorry. I don't mean to guilt you."

Arthur was used to the Tony who didn't think about what he said and said it -- it had happened on more than one occasion in the past. But these days, it felt as though they thought a little longer about what they said than before. Still, it said a lot when Tony apologized. He smiled after staying silent for a moment and exhaling. "I know," he said. "Just make sure I have a home to return to when I'm done here," he said, with a hint of playfulness in his tone.

He snorted at that. "I just built this place in New York after what happened in Malibu. Do you really think I would have plans to destroy this one? I just got it like I like it," he admitted. "All cozy and empty."

"No, I don't think you would," he admitted with a grin. It'd be nice to return to New York once he was done with Cobb and his bs. Arthur grew up in New York, knew the city, had people he could turn to in the city and contact if he wanted to. "How is New York?"

"The tower is a massive edifice with my name is bright letters. I have the entire thing set up to strip the suit off me as I walk in and next week I'll have the green initiative to the tower. Fully self sustaining and unlimited energy. God this city hates me," he said with a laugh, loving it and it showed.

"You know, most guys just buy large trucks," Arthur mused with a quirk to his lips. "But you, you buy and build a tower with your name on it. Wonder what they would say about that." His tone of course was playful - there was no worry about the size of Tony's cock (Arthur certainly had no complaints).

Oh and Tony caught that too. He laughed. "Are you complaining about the size of my dick because you never seem to have any complaints when we're naked," he pointed out, knowing that Arthur wasn't the least bit upset by it.

"Besides, the building is not nearly as big as my ego."

Arthur laughed. "You know as well as I do that I have no complaints about the size of your dick." It was just right as far as he was concerned.

He couldn't help it - he laughed again. "That is one thing that I love about you - you hold nothing back." He fell silent after he realized what word he used there. Love.

"That's good. I'd hate to think you want me to experiment on it because, well, that's entirely a no." He made a sound and the bed creaked as he shuddered.

Well. That was... Stunning. Oh so damn stunning. Tony couldn't remember the last time someone had used the word that wasn't drunk and trying to stay for breakfast.

"Yeah, well... You don't make me have to," he said, not knowing if that was enough or not.

"Fuck no," Arthur scoffed. "I'd never suggest anything like that."

He was silent for a long minute before he exhaled slowly and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. When he said that though -- that was enough. It was more than enough for this moment in time, hundreds and thousands of miles away from each other. "Good -- good, I'm glad," he said at long last. Really -- what do you say to something like that? What do you say to something he himself had said?

Tony was quiet, considering what to say. He felt he was definitely not saying enough, should be talking about more but he wasn't sure what to say. Or if he said it, if it would come off wrong.

"There's... there's a lot about you I feel the same way about," he said, wincing. "Dammit, you know what I'm saying here, don't you?"

"Yeah, no - I know what you're saying," he said with a nod. Although that word had slipped out -- it didn't make it any less true. He did care a lot about Tony.

"Dammit, I'm sorry -- this is awkward now, isn't it?" he asked after a moment, running a hand through his hair and tightened his fingers in it before releasing it.

"Yeah, it's awkward," he agreed. "It's awkward because I can't just laugh it off and tell you its been nice and walk away," he said with a snort.

"But I can't. I can't walk away. I don't want to."

"That's comforting," he said. While on the outside it could be taken as sarcasm, it was also full of truth. It was comforting to know that Tony didn't want to. His actions spoke a lot louder than words had ever done but still, it was sometimes nice to hear those words as well. Especially when Arthur said something like this without hardly thinking.

"Yeah well, I suck at comforting," he said with a bit of a laugh. "But I'm not stupid enough to let you suddenly panic and get off the phone and wonder where we stood. Got me? I'm waiting for you to come home," he said, repeating it a bit more forcefully.

He was silent a moment, taking a deep breath. "And I want this to be home."

Arthur bit out a laugh and grinned wryly, though Tony couldn't see it. "I'd never panic," he said though inwardly he probably would, a little. Only just a little though. He wasn't one to worry or panic over things like that, least normally he wasn't.

He was silent for a good minute as he thought about what that entailed. He hadn't had a real home in years. Everywhere else was just a house or just a safe house, a place where he went when he didn't have a job here or there. "I'm working as hard as I can to get home, Tony," he said. "Home to you."

God they had stepped on so many limits and crossed so many boundaries and Tony's head was reeling but he knew one thing. None of it was wrong. No lies. Nothing misconstrued. He was on the same page as Arthur and that was where he wanted to be.
"Good. Glad we got that settled," he said, yawning loudly.

He heard the yawn and could feel himself become more and more tired the more he laid there. "Go and get some sleep, Tony," he said with a small fond smile, closing his eyes partway.

A low sigh and he wanted to argue but he knew he couldn't. Not with that kind of logic. "You'll call soon," he asked softly.

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