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ace of spades (blue_soaring) wrote in porn_battle,

Con't: Crossover: Ironman/Transformers, Tony Stark/Starscream, midair
"Let go."

"Gonna catch me again?"

A laugh like an electric sizzle filled the silence where Jarvis should've been. "No."

"I hate to point out the obvious," Tony said, "but that isn't really incentive. For future reference, lie."

The jet dipped into a barrel roll. Slat plates shifted to compensate, slipping out of his grip as if they'd been slicked with oil. He skidded sideways, knees banging off one of the stabilizers and launching him into a freefall.

Slamming the manual trigger for his jets and not all that shocked when Tony said, "Now would be a good time to get back online, Jarvis. You know, whenever you're ready."

The jet dropped low, darting forward and swooping back in a move no pilot he'd ever met would've attempted. "You don't seem afraid."

"Falling's cool. I'm okay with falling." Once he could pick out the individual trees of the forest below, then he'd worry. "It's the landing that bothers me. Be a pal and unjam my friend."

That had to be about ten thousand feet, give or take a few hundred. This was really going to ruin his day.

"You're not going to beg me to save you?"

"The thought had crossed my mind," Tony admitted. "Think it'll help?"

"No."

"And here I thought we were bonding."

Something like a snort sounded across the comms line before the jet dropped completely out of sight. He slapped at his emergency chute again, nearly choking on the annoyed breath he huffed out when the jet shot forward under him. It banked smoothly as the cockpit windows slid down into the metal hull, scooping him straight out of the air.

Landing in an awkward sideways jumble, Tony wrestled a hand free and patted the curiously dark control panel. "See, I knew you liked me."

The clear plating began to slide back into place and the controller belatedly advised, "Move your legs if you want to keep them."

With some acrobatic wriggling, Tony settled properly into the seat, hands tucked behind his head. "And you said you didn't care."

"Don't make me regret it."

"I'd say I don't move this fast on the first date, but one liar in this relationship is enough. That, and I really want you to take me for a ride."

"Hold on," came the vaguely pleased reply.