Familiarity breeding contempt was old hat and more often than not the opposite was true. Familiarity bred fondness. And Tony could attest to that because even if he'd wanted an angry fuck with Steve maybe the second he'd laid eyes on the guy, it'd taken actually getting to know him to want something more than that. No, Tony was positive he wanted to stick around Steve until he knew every little detail about him in full. And he'd love him more then, maybe. If that were possible.
"Very lucky you," said Tony, who had not even been remotely jealous or worked up when Steve had kissed Eddie at that party. But that didn't mean he wasn't smiling over the way Steve kicked the door closed and multitasking the whole way further in.
He tossed his own shirts to the floor and then tugged at the hem of Steve's. "Oh?" He asked, teasing, "was there something on your mind?"