[fic] crossover: HIS GIRL FRIDAY Title: His Girl Friday Author: KnM Pairing: Tony Stark/mystery guest Rating: Adult Word Count: 1,596 Warnings: Buttsecking of the ghei variety. Summary: There are just some things that Pepper just doesn't need to see. Unfortunately for her, she does. Notes: For my darling Tay; thank you for giving me the best eight years of my life, and here's to eight-times-eighty more!
"Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing." ~ Tony Stark to Pepper Potts
"HIS GIRL FRIDAY" by KnM
It was such a middle-aged housewife fantasy cliche; screwing the pool boy.... But, damn, if the kid didn't have a mouth built for sucking cock. And he sure knew how to use it for just that purpose.
See, the whole point to being a hedonist was to enjoy the finest things that life had to offer. Every day. At every opportunity. And while he liked women -- really, really, really liked women, with their full breasts and their plush hips and their soft hair -- Tony Stark couldn't deny that sometimes there was good reason to stray to the other side of the fence. Not often, because he had his reputation as a playboy to keep up, and being exposed in the tabloids was always a danger. But every once in a while there was something -- someone -- that was worth the risk.
And when a very, very good looking young man offered to clean his pool for a fraction of what his regular guys charged, Tony Stark found himself yet again face-to-face with temptation. The best way to get rid of temptation, he'd always told Pepper, was to give in to it. This time was no exception.
The kid was almost as pretty as a girl, with emerald eyes surrounded by long, thick lashes, high cheekbones, and the aforementioned mouth. Those lips ought to be illegal, and probably had been, just a few years ago. He wasn't pretty like a girl, though, his jaw being too strong for that, and his body corded with muscle like Tony didn't think he could cultivate himself even if he started going to gym for three hours a day every day for the rest of his life. It was the musculature of someone who worked for their living, and worked hard. And hard work had never been one of Tony Stark's vices.
The kid was just passing through, he'd said, on his way out of California after checking on a kid brother at Stanford. He'd sounded so proud of this fact that Tony had managed to stifle his automatic smirk of superiority. Not everyone was as gifted as he'd been, in pretty much every way, after all.
Just looking to earn some gas money, the kid had said, and Tony had actually believed him for all of ten seconds. The sidelong glance from under those ridiculous lashes had alerted him pretty quickly, though. Just because it was a guy and not a girl didn't mean that the language was any different. And Tony Stark was fluent in the language of sex.
Actually, the kid had done an amazing job on the pools. He'd been a bit pissed when he'd found that there were two, but hadn't insisted on doubling his price, which Tony thought was a little short-sighted of him. Although, the fact that Tony had his hand down the kid's damp shorts when he told him about the second pool might have had something to do with it.
A handjob for the kid and a truly amazing blowjob for Tony, and then the kid went to work on the second pool, grumbling all the while. Tony hung out, sipping a stiff drink, watching that lithe young body move, and by the time the kid was done with his task, he felt pretty stiff himself and ready for another go. He paid the kid three times what he'd asked, invited him to have a drink an the kitchen, and the sunlight shining down on them had nothing whatsoever on the kid's grin.
Tony was pleased that he was able to give something back, make someone's day brighter. And he was looking forward to getting laid. Very much looking forward to that. Yes, indeed.
"I hope you didn't wear yourself out," he said as the kid guzzled Gatorade. Tony had the feeling that he should've had some of that too, instead of a scotch on the rocks... but, well, it was too late now. "That was a lot of work for just one person."
"Are you kidding?" the kid scoffed, setting aside his empty bottle and grinning at Tony. "That was nothing."
The scary thing was, Tony kind of believed him. And he wondered what the kid did for a living, that he was in such great shape. But asking wouldn't get him any closer to getting laid, so instead he put one finger to his mouth to hold off a smile, tilting his head thoughtfully. "So, you're saying that essentially... I just paid you for doing nothing?"
That startled an honest laugh out of the kid, and those green eyes were bright as they met his. "Well, maybe not exactly," he purred in a tone that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than sultry; especially by someone who had as much experience with "sultry" as Tony Stark. "But maybe I should offer you something more in return for your money."
The kid was right in his face now, body heat and the scent of fresh perspiration coming off of him in waves, his eyes fixed on Tony's in something that was almost a challenge.
"Let's not put it that way," he protested mildly, because that smacked a little too much of prostitution, and Tony Stark had never in his life had to pay for sex. "How about we just chalk it up to my innate charm and dazzling good looks."
And the kid had the gall to laugh again. Right in his face. In his own kitchen.
Which was pretty much how he found himself bending the pool boy over the counter and fucking him stupid. Olive oil made an excellent lubricant, and the kid was tight even though he was clearly anything but virginal. At least, if the noises he was making and the way he was bucking back into it were any indication. This might not be the best fuck of Tony's life, but he had to say that it was definitely in the top ten. Possibly even the top five.
And it was somewhere around the middle of the proceedings that Pepper Potts walked into the kitchen.
The simultaneous scream and the crash of ceramics hitting the tiles were what alerted Tony to her presence, since his attention was, to be honest, otherwise occupied.
"Oh. My. God."
What he could see of Pepper's face between the hands she had clasped over her mouth and her huge eyes, was bright crimson.
"Sorry! I'm sorry! I'll-- I'll clean that up later," Pepper blurted, gesturing in the general direction of the coffee she'd dropped, hands flapping bonelessly, her face still burning.
"Pep--" Tony started, but she'd already turned tail and was running.
The clatter of high heels as she made good her escape echoed down the hall, and Tony sighed. Well, that had been moderately unpleasant. Of course, Pepper would never talk about what she'd seen; not to the media, not to Obadiah, and not even to Tony... but he'd still have to make sure she got a really nice bonus this Christmas. To make up for the mental trauma, if nothing else.
"Hey, dude. Did that, like, kill the mood?" an irritated voice sounded underneath him, and the kid craned his neck around to glare over his shoulder. He gave his ass a small wiggle, reminding Tony that he was buried balls-deep in it. "Because I'm not done here, and I know that you've got a few more minutes left in you."
"Minutes?" Tony glared down at him, gripping the collar of his teeshirt and giving it a little shake. "Are you really questioning my stamina?"
"I'm just saying--" the kid started, then gasped as Tony pulled out. "Wait! What are you doing?!"
Tony was a little gratified by the panic in the kid's voice, but a challenge had been issued and he wouldn't be happy until he'd met it head-on and blown the kid's expectations out of the water.
"We're going to the bedroom," Tony informed him with a wicked grin. "If you want me to show you what I can do, I need the proper platform."
"Geez, you even talk like a geek," the kid grumbled as he followed Tony to the bedroom. "Good thing you've got a killer ass."
"I think you should be focused more on your own ass," Tony told him, pushing the kid over onto the bed and then following him down. He hadn't been anticipating an extended tryst when he'd invited the kid into the kitchen, but now there was no way he was letting him leave until he'd proven himself at least twice more. The kid had quite a mouth on him, but Tony Stark had a few tricks up his sleeve as well, and quite a few years of experience on his youthful partner.
By the time he was done with the pool boy, he really was too exhausted to move. The kid was walking a little bow-legged, he thought, as he watched him get dressed and leave the bedroom, but that might just have been his natural gait. Either way, he strolled out with a smug smirk and a pocketful of cash. And Tony knew that he'd have to double whatever bonus he'd been planning to give Pepper, since she had to show the kid out.
It had totally been worth it, though.
Because if Tony Stark was going to live out every cliched sexual fantasy out there, by God, he was going to do it right!
Closing author's note: Sorry, Tay, couldn't work a 12 year old boy into it for you... but I did get the ghei buttsecking! =^_^= And I discovered that I'm pretty much incapable of writing a fic without Dean Winchester in it anymore. But who else would be pretty enough to tempt the great womanizer, Tony Stark? Better Dean than some anonymous omc, sez eye!