Oh yeah. There'd always been an attraction there, from the second they'd met and Tony'd been snappish and Steve had been a jackass. Tony'd wanted to get into a fistfight and finish it off with a fuck five minutes in. It hadn't happened that way, but he couldn't say he hadn't imagined it a time or twenty.
Steve was really fucking going to town and Tony approved. So much, in fact that he said so. A lot. Kind of loudly, and in mostly nonsensical words, disconnected sentences. It was great. Exactly what he'd wanted.
Well. No. Not exactly. Because as soon as Steve said what he wanted, Tony realized very much that he wanted that too. A lot. "Yes," he said, and it came out like a hiss, long and quiet. "Yes. Yes, fuck. Steve."