Tony laughed as his shirt went flying and tilted his hips forward somewhat like he was just ready to wriggle and writhe out of his jeans as soon as the fly was undone and he had enough space in which to do so.
"I bet it's better in technicolor too," Tony said, not really teasing but little big Steve's list of ailments was a little on the ridiculous side, and he was certain Steve would agree. "Not that I don't think you thought I looked fine a little off-colored but still."
This was better. Tony was still sort of on high alert -- there was no way he couldn't be after the weeks and night he'd just had -- but he was willing to bet that Steve could help with that. No one got Tony to let go of the weight sitting on his shoulders like Steve did.
He pushed his pants down the rest of the way, stepped out of them and then crowded into Steve's space to actually get on the bed.