“You were staring at my hands. I was in a car accident. No, I don’t operate anymore. I’m more of a consultant. Was there anything else you wanted to know?”
That recitation had come devoid of any emotion as far as Tony could tell. How often did people ask the shaky doctor about his injury?
“I broke my pinky finger once,” Tony said, holding up the slightly bent appendage. “Stunt gone wrong. Hurt like a bastard.”
“Yes, I’m sure that was just the same as what I went through.”
The man’s lip twitched up in the briefest approximation of humor that Tony had ever seen. That was promising.
“Do you have a name, ex-surgeon, or should I think one up? I’ve come up with some real zingers for my movies, you know.”
“Stephen.”
“Very respectable. I would’ve gone with something edgier. Julian, maybe. Or Vincent.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“I’m Tony, by the way. Not that you asked, but it’s easier than thinking of me as ‘that handsome fellow with the luxurious hair’.”
Stephen looked away for a moment, and Tony was certain he was hiding a smile.
“And here I was thinking of you as a Royce.”
Tony snorted. “As in Rolls? No. No fancy names for me. What you see is what you get. Except when I’m acting. Which I usually am.”
Stephen turned, giving Tony a look at his full face for the first time. The man had striking features, all cheekbones and the interestingly shaped lips and supercilious eyebrows.
“Are you acting right now?”
“Yes.”
“To what end?” Stephen asked.
“I’m drowning my sorrows. I’ve recently suffered a nearly debilitating heartbreak.” Tony polished off the other Seine Sunrise. “Rhodey told me to act happy or I’d scare all the guys and dolls away.”
That wasn’t entirely true, though, because Tony was feeling much better about his lot in life at the moment. Pepper had given him the whole spiel about fish in the sea, but apparently he’d needed visual reinforcement.
“Would you like to come and see the set for my new movie?” Tony asked. “It’s a pretty accurate dungeon setup.”
Stephen leaned in close, murmuring in Tony’s ear. “Not the ambience I was hoping for.”
Tony’s skin flushed so hot so fast he thought he might burst into flame.
“On the other hand, I have a magnificent mansion not far from here.”
He didn’t usually take people back to his house, not after just meeting them. But a high-end guy like Stephen would probably never get on his knees in an alley. No anonymous blow jobs, then. Tony was filled with anticipation and suddenly he couldn’t sit still.
“Rhodey! I have to see a man about a dog. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
Rhodey just waved him away.
Tony followed Stephen out the side door, admiring the cut of his suit. Particularly in the rear. It wasn’t love at first sight – he didn’t believe in that smarmy garbage – but Tony did feel a sort of tender curiosity.
He wondered if Stephen would look as good out of the suit as in it.
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Fill 2/2: Tony Stark/Stephen Strange with bonus Rhodey (Gay Paree 'verse)
Date: 2020-09-12 01:42 am (UTC)That recitation had come devoid of any emotion as far as Tony could tell. How often did people ask the shaky doctor about his injury?
“I broke my pinky finger once,” Tony said, holding up the slightly bent appendage. “Stunt gone wrong. Hurt like a bastard.”
“Yes, I’m sure that was just the same as what I went through.”
The man’s lip twitched up in the briefest approximation of humor that Tony had ever seen. That was promising.
“Do you have a name, ex-surgeon, or should I think one up? I’ve come up with some real zingers for my movies, you know.”
“Stephen.”
“Very respectable. I would’ve gone with something edgier. Julian, maybe. Or Vincent.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“I’m Tony, by the way. Not that you asked, but it’s easier than thinking of me as ‘that handsome fellow with the luxurious hair’.”
Stephen looked away for a moment, and Tony was certain he was hiding a smile.
“And here I was thinking of you as a Royce.”
Tony snorted. “As in Rolls? No. No fancy names for me. What you see is what you get. Except when I’m acting. Which I usually am.”
Stephen turned, giving Tony a look at his full face for the first time. The man had striking features, all cheekbones and the interestingly shaped lips and supercilious eyebrows.
“Are you acting right now?”
“Yes.”
“To what end?” Stephen asked.
“I’m drowning my sorrows. I’ve recently suffered a nearly debilitating heartbreak.” Tony polished off the other Seine Sunrise. “Rhodey told me to act happy or I’d scare all the guys and dolls away.”
That wasn’t entirely true, though, because Tony was feeling much better about his lot in life at the moment. Pepper had given him the whole spiel about fish in the sea, but apparently he’d needed visual reinforcement.
“Would you like to come and see the set for my new movie?” Tony asked. “It’s a pretty accurate dungeon setup.”
Stephen leaned in close, murmuring in Tony’s ear. “Not the ambience I was hoping for.”
Tony’s skin flushed so hot so fast he thought he might burst into flame.
“On the other hand, I have a magnificent mansion not far from here.”
He didn’t usually take people back to his house, not after just meeting them. But a high-end guy like Stephen would probably never get on his knees in an alley. No anonymous blow jobs, then. Tony was filled with anticipation and suddenly he couldn’t sit still.
“Rhodey! I have to see a man about a dog. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
Rhodey just waved him away.
Tony followed Stephen out the side door, admiring the cut of his suit. Particularly in the rear. It wasn’t love at first sight – he didn’t believe in that smarmy garbage – but Tony did feel a sort of tender curiosity.
He wondered if Stephen would look as good out of the suit as in it.
He was not disappointed.