Crossover, Iron Man/Speed Racer, Speed/Tony, ride him like a cowboy: Selfish Selfless (1/2)
Okay, so this is once again kind of terrible and this time kind of long and, worse yet, kind of like fic masturbation because it's my own prompt, but damn it, I wanted it. I hope that's allowed...? If not, I shall delete!
And as for the length, if it's any consolation it's pretty much all porn. Not particularly good porn, but porn nonetheless. Okay! Here goes.
Tony laughed as he hit the bed, his shirt gone and his pants undone. He had underestimated the kid.
He'd met Speed twice before; Tony liked fast cars and the competitive energy of the sport, and he had no problem admitting that his favorite parts were always when someone was breaking the rules. It happened often enough to keep him entertained, and he was important enough to be invited as a guest of honor to some of the Malibu races. He met the racers at the parties afterwards, and that was how he'd met Speed, who he had immediately thought of as innocent, naive, and inexperienced.
As it turned out, the only push the kid had needed really get going was a drink. He'd been reluctant to accept it, saying something about how he was underaged and wanted to keep his head clear, but apparently he and his girl had just split, and it didn't take long to convince him that it was okay.
Not that Tony had been trying to get him in bed, or that Speed was even really drunk. He'd only had one drink, after all, and that couldn't be enough for even him to be lost to it.
Tony normally didn't sleep with men — or with anyone who looked as virginal as Speed Racer did at that party — but Speed had asked to see his car, and when they were both there in the front seat, his hands were insistent and his lips were begging Tony please, please and how could he say no?
The thrum of the motor seemed to make Speed hornier, and by the time they'd reached the Stark home he was massaging Tony's thigh and breathing loudly through his nose, trying to keep himself contained.
Once they were through the door, he let himself loose, pushing and pulling Tony until he found the bedroom.
Most of Tony's lovers after Afghanistan had been disconcerted by electromagnet, or mildly curious at first and then uninterested. A few had pretended it wasn't there, as though it was a favor to him to pretend he didn't have a circle of glowing metal in the center of his chest.
But as Speed leaned over him, his hand working its way into Tony's pants, he licked at the edge of it, breathing over where metal met flesh. He seemed fascinated, fingers ghosting over it as his other hand held Tony's cock, stroking slowly.
"Kid," Tony said, trying to bring his attention back to more important matters than the battery in his chest. "Speed."
Speed looked up at smiled at him, apologetic and sly. "Do you have anything to...?"
Tony rolled over and reached into the top drawer of his bedside table — the easiest place to reach in an emergency, of course — for a small tube and a condom, which were quickly snatched from his hands.
For a moment he was afraid he would have to come up with some excuse, because as ready as he was to fuck the beautiful man in his bed, he was not quite ready to be fucked just yet, Speed put the condom on his dick, and after coating his fingers in the lube he smiled, looked up briefly, and reached back, inserting the tip of one finger into himself slowly.
Watching the kid fuck himself on his fingers was — well, it was amazing. Hotter than he might've thought. Not that he hadn't seen it before, with women who wanted to get to it fast, who were in too much of a hurry to put on a show, but Speed wasn't even doing it for Tony, he was doing it for himself and it showed on his face, in the twitch of his dick, in the clenching of muscles throughout his body when he inserted another finger, another yet, in the way he held his breath for a moment and then let it out in short, hard pants. Tony had to take himself in hand, wished he could feel what Speed was feeling, stroking himself and watching. Speed's head was bowed down, his hair falling into his eyes, and they were separate.
Then Speed looked up, caught his gaze, and they weren't.