“Baby, will you calm down.”
Steve froze, realising that he'd been fidgeting and tapping again. “Sorry, sorry.”
Tony reached out to quickly squeeze the younger man's thigh. “It's okay, I know you're nervous.”
“Yeah.” Steve stuck a finger in his mouth and started chewing on the nail.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“What?” Steve pulled his finger free and straightened up. “Sure I want to do what?”
Tony sighed, Steve sounded so defensive. “Go and see your parents like this?”
“Oh.” Steve shrank back down. He couldn't deny he didn't really want to go through it, but he knew that he had to. Tony was part of his life and he wanted his parents to know that, to know Tony. “Yeah, I'm sure. They might not like it but it's important, you're important.”
Tony smiled at his lover, squeezing again before he started to look for somewhere they could pull over.
“Why are we stopping?”
“Because I want to do this.” Tony leaned over and cupped Steve's cheek, kissing him.
His lover's touch helped relax Steve and he kissed back eagerly. He tried to move closer but the seatbelt tightened around his chest, pulling him back. “Shit.”
Chuckling, Tony caught Steve's hands before he could undo the belt and pinned the smaller man to his seat.
“Tony!” Steve pouted. He tried to push against his lover but the blond was too strong. It sent a flush of desire through his body, cock stirring.
Tony unclipped his own seatbelt and leaned further over, kissing his lover again as he slipped one hand down Steve's slender body to cup his crotch.
Steve groaned, rocking up into his lover's big hand. “Tony?”
“I'm going to make you feel better, baby.” Tony smiled, quickly unzipping the younger man's trousers. Steve's cock sprang free. “We're going to see your parents and you're going commando?”
“So?” Steve grinned then moaned as his lover bent down and licked a stripe along his dick. "Oh God, Tony.”
“Mmm.” Tony lapped the end of his lover's cock, savouring the taste of clean skin, musk and salt. Steve made a tiny noise that went right to his groin and Tony sucked his lover's cock deep into his mouth.
Steve tried to free himself from Tony's grip, he wanted to slide his hands into thick, blond hair and fuck his lover's mouth, but Tony was too strong. And that just made him want to fuck his mouth even more. The soft stroke of hot tongue, the tight wetness of cheeks and lips just wasn't quite enough.
“Don't tease.” Steve rocked his hips up as best he could.
Humming round the solid length in his mouth, Tony took his lover deeper, pushing his nose into Steve's groin. He loved doing this, loved the feel, the taste. But it was the noises Steve made that he loved most of all, moans and whimpers interspersed with bitten out curses and pleading, that made Tony's cock ache with need.
“Fuck, please! Suck me, Tony, please!” Steve strained even more as his lover sucked harder, mouth stroking up and down faster. Fingers eased further into his pants to press under his balls against the piercing hidden there. “Yes!” Tony's throat constricted around the head of his cock and Steve exploded, body shuddering through his climax as Tony swallowed his come.
Tony waited for his lover's body to calm and relax before he reluctantly let Steve's cock slip from his mouth. He carefully zipped the younger man back up and smiled at his dazed expression.
Steve breathed in heavily and let his head roll to the side to look at Tony. “Thank you.”
Tony kissed Steve. “You're welcome.”
Glancing down, Steve smiled at the sight of the prominent bulge in Tony's trousers. “What about you, lover?”
“I'll wait.” Tony adjusted himself. “This was for you, do you feel better?”
Steve cocked his head thoughtfully. “Yes, actually.”
“Good.” Tony grinned at his lover despite the discomfort of his continuing erection.
@>*~
Steve had relaxed enough to actually doze off and Tony was reluctant to wake him. But they were almost there and he needed directions. He touched his lover's shoulder and the younger man stirred. “Nearly there.”
Steve nodded and rubbed his eyes as he yawned. He looked round quickly to get his bearings and guided his lover to his parents' house.
They parked outside and Tony glanced over at Steve. He could tell the younger man was feeling nervous again. Truthfully, Tony was more than nervous himself, he was terrified. He didn't want Steve to get hurt and Tony knew he would be if his parents rejected him. So he hid his own nerves, trying to be strong for his lover.
Steve got out of the car and waited for Tony to walk round to join him. He held out his hand, feeling oddly relieved when Tony took it and squeezed gently. He looked up at his taller lover. “You don't have to come.”
“Of course I do.” The smile directed at him made Tony want to get Steve straight back into the car and find somewhere private. Unfortunately, that definitely wasn't an option, so Tony settled for a speedy kiss.
The dorr to the house swung open with a bang and Steve jumped. “What the hell are you doing?” It was his father. “Get off the street right now.”
Steve sighed and Tony grimaced, not the best start to their meeting. But Steve kept hold of his hand as he led Tony into the house. The door closed.
“Do you want the whole street seeing you?”
“I'm sorry Dad, but Tony and I...”
“Are a pair of fairies, yes, I'd gathered that.”
“Alfred, really!”
“Mum, Dad, can we maybe get out of the hallway?”
Steve's mother looked contrite. “Of course, dear, won't you boys settle yourselves down in the sitting room, I've made tea.”
Tony tried very hard not to look surprised. Despite what Steve had told him about his parents being stuffy and old-fashioned, Tony hadn't expected such an elderly couple. The house seemed to have come straight out of the fifties. Maybe it wasn't going to be as straightforward as he'd thought. When Tony saw the plastic covered sofa, he had to bite his lip.
Steve didn't even have to look at his lover to know what he must be thinking, but at least Tony hadn't had to grow up in this environment. They sat on the couch and Steve cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Um, Mum, Dad, this is Tony.”
“The nice young man you've been staying with.” Steve's mother smiled politely at Tony as she poured out four cups of tea. Tony didn't have the heart to tell her he didn't drink tea.
“Nice?” Alfred made a rude noise. “He's not nice, he's bloody shirt-lifter.”
“Dad!” Steve shot to his feet, glaring furiously at his father.
“Alfred, Stephen, I will not have arguments in front of guests.” Her tone was final.
A little sulkily, Steve sat down. “Tony isn't a guest.” And God didn't he feel childish! Like he needed to remind Tony how much younger he was.
Tony shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. He didn't really know what to think. Usually people were too afraid of his size to insult him to his face and, frankly, if they did, they usually called him a lot worse.
“What do you mean, dear?”
“I've brought him to meet you because I'm moving in with him. Permanently.” Steve glanced up at his lover and smiled.
Steve's mother frowned in confusion. “Aren't you both a litle old to have flatmates?”
“Dear God, Letty! They are poofs, pansies, fairies, they're going to be sharing more than a flat!” Alfred smacked his hand down on the arm of his chair in obvious disgust.
“Alfred!” Letty sounded horrified.
“For God's sake Dad, would you just stop?” Steve stood up again. “The word is gay and yes, we are. It's not like you didn't know.”
“Oh Stephen.” Letty stared at him, looking very upset. “We were hoping it was a phase you see, that maybe you were rebelling.”
“Why would I choose a life that means I get insulted and sometimes beaten up just because of who I am?” Steve knelt down in front of his mother. “I love Tony and we're going to live together. I want you both to know that and hopefully accept it.”
Alfred got up and strode out of the room without a word.
“Oh dear.” Letty sighed and sat back. “There'll be no talking to him now.”
Steve felt tears prick his eyes and he blinked rapidly in annoyance. He'd known it was going to be hard telling his parents, but he's always thought he wouldn't really care.
Tony sat forward and reached out to grasp his lover's shoulder. He knew from the way Steve was holding himself that the younger man was upset. “Hey.”
Steve turned at the bigger man's whisper and screwed up his face against the pain.
“Baby.” Tony pulled Steve into his arms, hugging him close. As his lover clung to him, Tony felt his throat close up with hurt for his lover. “What do you want to do?”
Steve breathed in his lover's scent for comfort before easing back. “I don't know.” He looked back at his mother. “Mum?”
“I just don't know, dear.” She frowned unhappily. “Maybe you should come back tomorrow. I'll talk to your father.”
“Fine.” Steve got to his feet and bent over to kiss his mother's cheek. He pretended her slight flinch didn't hurt, turning abruptly and walking away. He knew Tony would follow him.
“I'm sorry.” Tony walked to the door. “I love your son and you've hurt him, I'd rather you didn't do it again.” He didn't mean it to sound like a threat, but it came out like one. Letty looked sad and scared, but honestly, Tony was more concerned with his lover and he hurried after Steve.
The car door opened and the big, blond slipped in beside him. Steve sighed. “I'm sorry about that.”
“Don't be.” Tony cupped Steve's cheek. “I'm more concerned about you, are you okay?”
“Can we just go to the hotel?” Steve leaned into the touch for a moment. “Please?”
“Yeah.” Tony started the engine and pulled away.
@>*~
They checked in, Steve tapping his foot impatiently. He wanted to get Tony alone, needed to. Why was this affecting him so badly? It wasn't as though he hadn't expected just that reaction.
Tony quietly let his lover drag him into the lift and then into their room. As soon as the door was closed, Steve jumped him.
Tony caught the younger man, holding him close as Steve kissed him hard and desperate. He carried Steve over to the bed and sat on the edge, the smaller man straddling his lap.
“Tony.” The word was tiny and questioning and Tony felt his heart clench with pain and anger. Pain for his lover, anger at his lover's parents.
“Whatever you need, baby.”
Steve leaned into his lover's strong chest in relief, sliding arms up round his neck. “Just want you.”
It was corny, but Tony replied anyway. “You got me.”
Steve almost laughed and he kissed Tony more gently. His lover kissed him back so sweetly, Steve felt like he might start crying again. Instead, he dropped his head on Tony's shoulder with a sigh.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Steve nearly shook his head. “They're old enough to be my grandparents, you know.”
Really?”
“Yeah.” Steve snuggled closer. “Mum thought she couldn't have kids so I was a bit of a shock. I don't know if Dad ever got over it.”
Tony stroked Steve's spiky hair. “What do you mean, baby?”
“We never got on.” Steve shrugged. “I always felt like I was a burden to him. The only time he spoke to me was if I annoyed him, so eventually I started to do it deliberately, at least then I'd get some attention.”
“And your mother?”
“She was usually mediating between us. Poor Mum.” Steve straightened up and met Tony's gaze. “For a while, being gay was just another way to antagonise him and now he doesn't take me seriously.”
“Does your mother take you seriously?”
“I don't know.” Steve grimaced ruefully. “I just... I don't know what to do, Tony, I thought I wouldn't care what they think, but I do.”
“They're still your parents, love. Everyone wants their parents to love and approve of them. Maybe you don't get on, but I know you, Steve, you love them.”
Burying his face in Tony's shoulder again, Steve shook his head. “It's not fair, Tony, why can't they just accept me?”
“I'd be very surprised if they didn't love you, Steve, but being so much older when they had you probably made it harder for them to deal with a child.” Tony smiled to himself. “As adorable as I'm sure you were, I'll bet you were more than a handful.”
Steve almost laughed, huffing out a breath. “A handful is right, I don't know how they coped really.” He sighed. “It's just, Dad never treated me like a son, just an inconvenience. Everything was always too much bother for him. I never got to do stuff after school, football, swimming, going to friends' and I certainly couldn't have friends over... oh man, I sound like a whiny bitch now.”
“No, you don't.” Tony kissed his lover's hair. “You're not a whiny bitch, Steve, you're mourning your childhood. It's okay to do that with me, you know that.”
“Yeah, I know.” Steve let himself smile just a little. None of his friends would recognise him at this moment. He'd always been the hellion of the bunch, out for laughs and kicks but never really letting his emotions out. Tony was the first person he'd ever been able to let see all of him. Maybe that was why he loved the big man so much; he made him feel safe without making him feel weak.
“I had a lonely childhood.” Steve stopped again and pushed himself off Tony's lap to lie on the bed. He waited for his lover to lie next to him, letting himself be wrapped, once again, in strong arms. “And, I don't know, maybe I overdid the rebellion. Not that I regret the tatts and the piercings and all that, but maybe I regret hurting my parents.”
“Growing up is a bitch, huh?” Tony was only half joking. “Knowing that you can hurt your parents feels good sometimes because sometimes it seems like the only power we have over them.”
“Did you ever hurt your parents?” Steve couldn't help be curious, all he knew about his lover's family was that they knew Tony was gay and they were okay with it.
“Probably more than I'll know.” Tony smiled ruefully. “I was a pretty good kid really, but I know I said things, especially when I was coming out and they were trying to deal with it.”
“I can't imagine it.” Steve kissed his lover gently. “You're too good.” He smirked, knowing it would probably annoy the older man.
“I am not.” Tony protested automatically, even though he knew Steve was teasing.
“Oh, I think you are.” Steve moved in closer and murmured over Tony's lips. “Really good.” Need filled him again, so suddenly he gasped and Tony's eyes widened in concern. It made him feel good and he licked Tony's lips quickly before pressing in and taking possession of his lover's mouth.
Heat burned in Tony's groin almost immediately as Steve attacked him with tongue and lips. The sense of urgency just made him hotter and he slid his fingers into soft, black hair, gripping tightly, giving as good as he got.
As their tongues twisted together, Steve wrapped a leg round Tony's hip so he could push his hardening cock into the bigger man's crotch. The hot length he could feel pushing back made him gasp again and Tony quickly pressed the advantage, rolling on top of him. Steve loved the strength and size of his lover, being manhandled made his cock jerk and drool with increasing desire.
Sliding one hand down to cup a tight buttock, Tony pulled Steve up hard while he worked on his lover's shirt with his free hand.
Steve had no idea how Tony could remain so coordinated sometimes, but he was glad of it as he found himself stripped of his clothes. Tony's mouth had moved to his neck, teeth nipping at his skin and Steve groaned, rocking his hips up. The slight graze of jeans against the sensitive skin of his cock inflamed him and he raked his fingers down Tony's back. Whimpers broke free from his throat when his lover bit down on his neck and rocked harder against him.
“God, Tony, fuck, please!”
The pleading in Steve's voice went straight to Tony's groin and he wrenched himself back, ignoring Steve's groan for the moment so he could rip his own clothes off.
“Yes.” Steve bared his teeth and lay back, watching his lover strip. He reached down and wrapped his hand round his cock, sliding his fist loosely up and down the length.
“God, you're so fucking sexy.” Tony crawled over his lover, stopping halfway so he could watch Steve jack himself, fascinated despite having seen it many times before. He leaned down, just close enough to be able to lick off a pearl of precome.
Sucking in a breath, Steve stared at his lover. Tony was so gorgeous, but to see him crouched over his body, muscles rippling in his arms and legs as he braced himself, eyes so intent on Steve's cock and hand, it left Steve breathless. The touch of Tony's tongue was nearly enough to make him come on the spot.
“Please.”
Tony looked up at the quiet plea, meeting blue eyes full of need and darkened with lust. He had to force himself to remain under control. He moved forward, ducking his head to lap the soft, pale skin of Steve's belly and chest, relishing the slight tremors under his tongue, until he reached a nipple. Steve's piercings still entranced him and he sucked one into his mouth.
Groaning, Steve wrapped his legs round his lover, trying to drag him down on top of him. He needed Tony's weight again, needed the contact, Tony's body against his. Hot pulses of want flowed from nipple to groin and Steve let go of his dick to grasp at Tony's hair and pull him even closer.
“Harder, please.”
Tony grinned against his lover's skin, then bit down.
Pain coursed through every nerve and Steve arched up, cock jerking with need. Arms and legs round his lover, Steve hauled himself up so he could rub his aching erection against Tony's.
With his lover hanging from his body, Tony was at the edge of his control. He pushed Steve back onto the bed and held his hands down, bending to bite at Steve's lips. Then he pulled back.
Steve whimpered at sudden loss of contact and stared up in confusion.
“Get on your hand and knees.” Tony watched Steve shudder at the order and slowly turn over. The younger man was beautiful, all lean muscle, long limbs and pale skin; Tony couldn't resist when he was laid out like that.
Tony's gaze burned into him and Steve glanced back in time to see his lover reach out. Fingers skimmed over his arse and Steve shivered. “Tony.” He knew he sounded desperate but he was starting to feel that way. “Please.”
Leaning forward, Tony smiled, grasped Steve's hips and buried his face between two pert buttocks.
“Oh God!” Steve dropped to his elbows and he pushed back against the tongue circling the entrance to his body. Every nerve came alight filling him with desperate need.
Slowly, Tony eased his tongue inside his lover, wriggling and swirling, feeling Steve's body tremble under his hands. The younger man's whimpers grew louder and Tony was reaching the point of no return. He wanted to fuck Steve till they both exploded. He gave Steve a final lick, reaching to their luggage to grab a condom. He rolled it over his dick, quickly squeezing the base to control himself.
“Please, God, Tony, just please fuck me.” Steve looked back again, groaning at the sight of his lover's hand around his erection. “Please!”
Tony bent over Steve's body, positioned himself, then thrust straight into his lover in one, smooth stroke. The tight heat was almost overwhelming but he gripped Steve's hips harder and bit his lip, fighting not to come yet.
“Fuck!” Pain shot through Steve's arse and he convulsed as it merged with the pleasure of finally being taken. He reared back even as Tony started to withdraw, desperate to keep his lover's thick length deep inside him.
Tony held the smaller man still and eased back slowly. Steve felt so good, arse contracting all around his cock, skin soft under his hands. Sweat beaded across pale skin and colourful tattoos and as Tony slammed back into Steve, he bent to lick up knobs of spine.
“Yes, Tony!” Steve groaned and tried to shove himself back into the next stroke. Tony bit his shoulder and Steve's cock pulsed, pain pushing him further into pleasure.
Tony thrust faster, harder, deeper, he couldn't get enough. “So good, baby.” He licked Steve's ear, “So hot.”
Tony's hot breath against his dampened skin was too much for Steve. He reached down and jacked his cock viciously hard, wanting to come, needing to come. “Fuck me.”
“Yes.” Tony pounded harder into his lover, tension building in his groin, pleasure thrumming through him. He bit down on Steve's shoulder and the younger man shuddered under him, arse rippling round his cock.
Steve cried out as he came, clenching down hard around his lover's length. Tony thrust hard once more then trembled over him, grunting loudly with his climax.
Tony quickly withdrew, watching Steve sprawl on the bed as he got rid of the condom. Then he lay next to Steve and kissed the back of his neck. “I love you, you know.”
Steve smiled and turned his head to look at his lover. “I know. I love you too.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I'm okay.” Steve kissed him. “Very okay.”
Tony smiled back and let Steve wrap himself up in his body the way he always did before they slept. He nuzzled his face into Steve's neck and closed his eyes.
@>*~
Steve opened his eyes and stared at the wall. It was morning and somehow they'd slept right through from the previous afternoon. Which meant he was dying for a pee, starving and desperately trying not to think about going back to his parents'.
He eased out of Tony's grip, amused at the snuffling noise his lover made, and headed for the bathroom. From experience he knew that by the time he'd been to the loo, Tony would be up to join him in the shower.
Tony woke the instant Steve left his embrace, as he always did. It just took him a few minutes for the fog to clear, long enough for Steve to pee and start the shower. He loved mornings, they'd settled into an easy routine very quickly and it set him up for the day, whether they had sex in the shower or not.
After relieving himself, Tony slipped into the shower and pulled Steve into a good morning kiss. “How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” Steve wiggled his arse and grinned.
Tony knew he didn't have to apologise by now, Steve loved it rough, loved not being able to sit comfortably. Which was lucky because Steve tended to make Tony lose control. But still, he was avoiding the real question. “Steve.”
“I'm okay.” Steve bit his lip and looked down. “Mostly. Look Tony, as long as I have you, I'l be fine, okay?”
“Okay.”
@>*~
After a shower, breakfast and a quick phonecall to Steve's mother, they headed back to his parents' house.
Steve was even more nervous than he had been the previous day and he couldn't stay still. Tony ignored the fidgeting as best he could, but he was just as worried as his lover.
At the door, Steve felt too weird to use his key so he rang the bell.
His mother answered. “Why didn't you just come in?”
Steve shrugged. He wasn't sure what to say.
“Tony, do come in.” Letty glanced a little nervously at him and Tony sighed, inclining his head in greeting. He followed Steve through to the sitting room and tried not to grimace as he sat on the plastic covered couch.
“Where's Dad?”
“He's coming, dear.”
Steve and Tony exchanged glances and Steve reached for his lover's hand.
“We'll have none of that in here.” Alfred slammed the door behind him and stalked over to his chair.
“We're holding hands, Dad, it's not a big deal.” Steve clung tighter to Tony's hand deliberately.
“In this house it is, and you'll do as I say.”
Steve rolled his eyes. “I'm nearly twenty-two, I'm moving out, why are you still treating me like a recalcitrant kid?”
“Act like a kid, get treated like a kid.”
“What?” Steve's shoulders tensed in frustration. “Mum, Dad, I'm not messing around here, I'm not doing this to get at you. I'm gay and I'm in love with Tony.” He glared at his parents. “I just want you to accept us, that's all.”
“No.”
Steve's heart stuttered in his chest. “Wh-what?”
“I don't accept it.” Alfred looked away from them. “Especially not someone capable of threatening my wife.”
“Pardon me?” Steve looked round in shock.
Tony winced. “I didn't mean it to sound like that.”
“What?” Steve glared at his lover. He didn't understand what Tony could have said, or when he could have said it.
“I'm sorry, Steve.” Tony grimaced. “I shouldn't have said anything, but I don't want to see you hurt.” Alfred snorted.
Steve was furious all of a sudden. He just didn't know who with. “What did you say?”
“I just said you were hurt and I didn't want it to happen again.” Sighing, Tony squeezed his lover's hand tightly. “I love you, I never want to see you hurt.”
“I know.” Steve closed his eyes and tried to swallow past the lump in his throat. “Mum, Dad, please. Tony is just protective, that's all.”
Alfred sneered at his son. “Let's just hope he can protect you from normal people who take offense to you. Just get your stuff and go.”
“Normal people?” Steve went ice-cold in shock and anger. “I'll tell you what's normal, Dad. Normal people love their kids unconditionally.”
“Don't speak to your father like that.”
“Why not?” Steve glared at his mother. “He never wanted me. If I wasn't a 'fairy', it would be something else.” He stood up. ”Tony, help me get my stuff?”
“Of course, baby.” Tony followed his lover upstairs, completely ignoring the older couple who seemed frozen in shock.
Steve packed up as many of his clothes as he could fit into a suitcase, directing Tony to put books, CDs and DVDs into a bag.
“Steve.”
“Don't.” Steve shook his head. “Not right now.”
Tony bit his lip and carried on packing, despite the desperate urge to both smack his lover's parents and just hold Steve tight.
“Take these down and wait for me, please.”
Tony nodded. He took the bag and stroked Steve's shoulder before he picked up the suitcase and carried them out.
Ssteve dropped onto the bed, finally letting the pain overwhelm him. He was leaving this house and his parents behind. He might never see them again and, in spite of their problems, he did love them. But he was in love with Tony, wanted to be with his gentle giant of a lover for the rest of their lives.
Was he really so bad, such a terrible son, that they couldn't just love him for who he was?
“Do you really think that?”
Steve looked up at his father in surprise. “Think what?”
“That I didn't want you?”
“Yes.”
Alfred flinched. “Why?”
“Why?” Steve stared at his old man in disbelief. “I never saw you except at mealtimes, when I wasn't allowed to talk anyway, or if I was in trouble. What the hell was I supposed to think?”
“I was working.”
“Not weekends and evenings you weren't. Dad, we never spent any time together.” Steve's voice trembled and he stopped for a moment, looking away from his father. “I don't remember you ever saying you loved me.”
“Oh well, I'm your father, I mean, of course I did... do.” Alfred shifted uncomfortably.
“Then why can't you say it?” Steve reached out to his father pleadingly. It was all he'd ever wanted from the older man.
Alfrd pulled away, crossing his arms over his chest. “I shouldn't need to.”
“But I need you to.” Steve's chest clenched seeing his father close off again.
“What are you, soft?”
Sighing, Steve shook his head. “No, Dad, human. You know, Tony's not soft but he tells me he loves me all the time.”
“He's a poof.”
And that was it, Steve had had enough pain from his father. “Being able to say I love you doesn't mean you're a poof, Dad, it means you're a man. I'm sorry you can't see that.” Steve picked up the storage box that he kept all his writing in and walked away. Downstairs, his mother was standing in the hall. “Sorry, Mum, I love you.”
“I love you too, Steve. Please don't be too hard on your father, he's always been like it.”
“I know.” Steve kissed her cheek and walked away. Tony was waiting for him by the car. He took the box and put it in the boot, then he wrapped Steve in a tight hug.
“I love you.”
Steve buried his face in his lover's neck and tried not to cry. “I love you too.”
“Do you want to go?”
Steve nodded. “No, yes, I don't know.”
“Get in the car, love, I'll be right back.” Tony eased back and kissed Steve's cheek.
“No, Tony...”
“It's okay.” Tony strode back to the house to where Steve's mother was standing. “These are all our contact numbers.” He handed her a card.
“Thank you.”
Tony nodded and hurried back to his lover. “Let's go, baby.”
@>*~
It was quiet in the car for a long time. Tony wasn't sure if Steve wanted to talk or not and he didn't know what had happened while he'd been waiting at the car.
“Thank you.”
Tony glanced over, startled. “What for?”
“For being the one person to love me.” Steve grimaced, it sounded really corny.
“Your parents...”
“Don't know me.” Steve managed a slightly bitter smile. “Nobody did, until you. You saw me.”
“How could I help it?” Tony smiled softly. “When the moment I saw you, I was lost in you.”
Steve's smile became more genuine. “Did you ever find your way?”
Tony laughed quietly. “No. And I hope I never will.”
“Poof.” Steve chuckled.
“You love me for it.”
“Yeah. I do.” Steve leaned over and kissed his lover's cheek.
end