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Tony stares at his calendar wide-eyed. After he lost an entire week's worth of memories on their recent mission, Pepper has given him three days off of any S.I. obligations to find his feet again. Thus, the only TODOs remaining on his agenda for today are:

• Fix Dum-E's squeaky left front wheel

• 4 pm Coffee Date with Cap

Tony stares some more. Coffee Date with Cap. What in the world…?

Flipping back to the previous week, Tony finds three more entries that proclaim themselves Coffee Date with Cap, all on consecutive weekdays, all at four o'clock. Before Wednesday, no Coffee Dates. And on Saturday and Sunday, nothing; though those might have been canceled due to the mission.

Before he can think twice about it, Tony tells JARVIS to call Steve.

"Hi Tony! Are you doing alright? Any lasting effects? I've been meaning to talk to you about-"

"Steve," Tony interrupts Steve's solicitous stream of concern. "Do we have a date this afternoon?"

"Sorry, a what?"

"A date," Tony repeats. "My calendar claims that I have a 'Coffee Date with Cap' at four o'clock."

There's silence on the other end of the line. Then, hesitantly: "Like, a date-date?"

"That's what the calendar says," Tony confirms.

Steve sounds even more hesitant now. "We are… dating?"

Heat rushes through Tony, a mix of desire and mortification.

Steve's lost his memory, too, you idiot!

Steve was absolutely the worst person Tony could possibly have asked about this. Because now Steve knows that Tony thought it was true. But in what world would Steve ever have agreed to go out with him?

"Dating? Probably not," Tony says, back-pedaling wildly. "Forget I ever mentioned it, Cap. My mistake. Must have misread that entry. Well, I best get going, things to do, you know how it -"

Steve's voice is firmer now, though no less hesitant. "Would you, uh. Would you want to be?"

Tony's babbling abruptly breaks off. "To be what?"

There's the sound of a throat being cleared, then Steve says, clearly (and just as clearly uncomfortable), "Dating."

Tony wants to continue dissimulating, but something in Steve's voice makes him hesitate. "...Maaaaybe?" he says slowly, not quite confirming nor denying. "Would you?"

"Yes, Tony. I'd want that." Steve sounds so earnest it near breaks Tony's heart. Not gonna happen today, though, because while the tone makes his heart ache, the words make it dance with joy.

"Then it's a date, Cap!"

Since the calendar didn't specify where they had been having their previous coffee dates and Steve keeps his calendar entirely in his head, meaning he's missing a few crucial entries, they decide randomly on a coffee shop not too close to the tower and a bit off the beaten path.

Steve is already there when Tony enters, of course. Always so punctual and correct. Why he would ever agree to a date with me, I have no idea. And not once, but twice!

Tony flashes him a tight grin and plops down in the seat across from his teammate. Steve looks good enough to eat, as always. The same goes for the chocolate muffin in front of him. When the waitress comes around, Tony orders a large cup of coffee and the same muffin Steve's having.

Steve smiles at him across the rim of his own cup. Tony isn't quite sure what's in it, but it looks too pale for coffee. Cappuccino, maybe? Latte macchiato?

"What are you drinking, Cap?"

Wincing, Steve lowers his cup a little, yielding a better view. Chai latte, maybe, Tony supposes. "Earlier, when you called…"

"Yes?" Tony leans toward Steve, worried by the discomfort on his features.

"You called me Steve. Could you, maybe? I mean, now that we are dating…"

Tony's heart squeezes in his chest. "Of course! Sorry, my bad, Steve. Of course I'll call you Steve." He never knew Steve didn't like being called Cap. But it makes sense. A guy wants to hear his own name from time to time, at least from his loved ones, right?

Loved ones. Huh.

"Hey, do you think we said anything about loving each other?" Tony wonders out loud, then immediately wants to eat his words. Instead, he takes a large bite of his just-arrived muffin to cover up his embarrassment.

"I don't know." Steve leans back and closes his eyes for a moment. When he re-opens them, there's a self-deprecating smile on his face. "This is so strange. I've been sort-of admiring you from afar ever since we met. I know we didn't have the greatest start, so you probably haven't noticed, but I've been half-way in love with you for ages. I never thought I'd actually find the courage to do anything about it, you know? Then I lose a week of my time and suddenly here we are, happily dating. How strange is that?"

Far from being intimidated by Steve's declaration of half-way-in-loveness, Tony feels his cheeks crack with a huge smile. "I know, right? I've grown up with your legend and, not gonna lie, your posters were very, ah, inspirational during my teenage years."

"Tony!" That blush is beautiful on Steve's cheeks.

"Alright, alright," Tony says, pretending he was kidding. He's pretty sure Steve sees right through him, but his date – wow, this isn't getting old anytime soon – doesn't look particularly bothered by it. "But seriously. I thought you were way out of my league. A living legend, you know? The symbol of truth, justice and punching Nazis in the face."

Steve laughs, a real laugh, and Tony wants to preen. Instead, he continues. "And then, out of the blue, my calendar claims that we've been on three dates last week and have another one coming up and, I mean. I never thought this could happen, but I am too smart to protest against it."

They eat their chocolate muffins in contented silence for a bit. Steve is the first to break it, finally recalling Tony's initial question. "It's caramel white chocolate, by the way."

"Any good?" Tony asks.

"If you like caries-inducing levels of sweetness, then yes."

"Do you?"

"Yeah," Steve grins widely and holds his cup out to Tony. "Wanna try?"

Tony reverently takes the cup. Steve apparently assumes they are already at the food-sharing stage of their relationship. Tony so very much isn't going to protest! A small sip of the hot chocolate convinces him that Steve's description was apt. "Tooth-achingly sweet indeed," he says, and refrains from adding something cheesy about Steve and sweetness. Judging by the fondness in Steve's eyes when they meet his, Steve hears the words regardless.

"You know," Steve says, affecting nonchalance in a way that screams fake to Tony's honed senses. Tony matches Steve's relaxed posture and raises him one unconcerned bite off his muffin. He cocks an eyebrow at Steve to continue, which he does. "If your calendar claims we've already been on three dates, we must have gone past third-date territory already, right?"

The piece of chocolate muffin goes down the wrong way. Tony's violent coughing fit isn't helped in any way by Steve leaning over to pat him on the back. Steve, right up in Tony's space after saying those words? Nope, not going to calm Tony down at all.

"M'alright," Tony eventually wheezes. "But Jesus, man, have some respect for the elderly. Don't just say things like that while I'm eating!"

Concern makes way on Steve's face for a sly smile. "I do have respect for silver foxes, Tony. But you're selling yourself short, you are clearly in your prime."

Christ but the man is out to give Tony a heart attack today. Smart, flirting and trying to get into Tony's pants? What has Tony ever done to deserve this? And how can he do it again?

Pulling himself together, Tony makes quick work of his remaining muffin crumbs and coffee, then rises to his feet. "I believe it is time we took this discussion elsewhere."

Steve agrees.

Less than twenty minutes later, they find themselves shirtless and panting on Tony's king-sized bed.

"I want to say let's go slow because it's been a while since I've done this, but possibly after last week that isn't even true," Steve says, not sounding perturbed by that possibility in the slightest.

Tony laughs. "I want to warn you once again that I'm neither a super-soldier nor a young man and might not be able to match your insane pace, but you agreed to a fourth date after our third, so I assume everything worked out just fine between us."

They both laugh into their next kiss.

"I'm not pressed for time," Steve confides. "Most of my previous dates were hurried, furtive things, sometimes while being shot at."

"While being – ?!" Tony pulls back from the kiss and stares at Steve with disbelief. Then he barks out a laugh. "Actually, why am I even surprised? It's you."

They go back to kissing.

"M'just saying," Steve mumbles into the kiss, "you don't need to worry about super-soldier stamina today. I just want to take my time exploring you. No matter that I might already have done so last week, to my mind this is still our first time."

Our first time. Tony can get behind that. "Explore away!"

Steve does. At first, Tony tries to reciprocate, wanting to touch Steve as much as Steve is touching him. But little by little, he melts under Steve's clever, big hands, falls apart beneath the touch of that wicked tongue. He does not know at which point he lost his pants and underwear, he only knows that Steve's fingers trailing along the crease between his thigh and torso feel heavenly. He remembers in vivid detail every second of Steve taking off his pants, but loses the plot very shortly after that. All is sensation, and heat, and closeness.

All is Steve.

Steve's hands on his chest, teasing at his nipples and caressing his sides until Tony can't decide whether to laugh or moan. Steve's mouth at his ear, whispering filthy, loving words of praise and devotion. Steve's cock against his, effortlessly gliding up and down in a trail of their combined precome.

"Tell me," Steve is whispering, "when you were looking at posters of Captain America as a kid, what did you think about?"

"Mmh," makes Tony, arching into Steve's warm hand and not caring at all about the words falling from his own lips. "You fucking me. Sometimes me fucking you, but mostly it was big, strong Captain America bending me in half."

Steve chuckles. Suddenly, there is a wet finger circling Tony's entrance and he sighs in bliss. "And now, Tony? What would you like to do now?"

Tony's eyes search Steve's. When they find them, both of them smile. "I've grown older, Steve, not dumber. I knew what I liked as a teen and it hasn't changed all that much."

"But it has changed?" Steve asks. His smile turns wicked as he pokes one inquisitive finger inside.

Tony sucks in a deep breath. It shudders on the way out. "It has changed," Tony agrees. "I don't much care about being fucked by Captain America, now. I want to be fucked by Steve Rogers."

Steve loses the smile. It is replaced by a warm, wondering expression that makes Tony's heart ache. "Tony…"

Steve leans in to kiss Tony again.

Throughout the tender, beautiful kiss, Steve's finger remains inside Tony. It even wriggles a bit. When Tony snorts a small laugh into Steve's mouth, he feels Steve's lips quirk into a smile against his.

"Troll," Tony accuses.

Steve wriggles the finger harder.

Tony moans and falls back onto the mattress. The finger slips out. Steve, who had been beside him as they kissed and cuddled, finally rolls up onto his knees between Tony's legs and seriously gets to work. There is laughter, there is heat, and there is a beautiful ease between them.

They know they aren't going to fuck this up. They've done this before, haven't they?

When Steve finally lines up between Tony's legs, his sparkling blue eyes are on Tony's. Steve's cock nudges at Tony's entrance, a hot, strong promise of good things to come. Tony surges up and pulls Steve's face down into a much filthier kiss than anything they have done before. It's hot, fast, open-mouthed and unrefined.

Steve slides home and they both moan. The kiss turns even more frenzied. Steve tries to rise up on his elbows to get a better angle, but instead Tony pulls him all the way down. He wants to feel Steve all around him, in him and on top of him, that reassuring, hot weight pressing Tony down into the mattress. He wraps his legs around Steve's hips and his arms around Steve's shoulders and pulls Steve close, close, close, wanting to climb into Steve and stay there but having to make do with a mere embrace. This is everything Tony's ever wanted, everything he dared to dream of and it's all real, all right here right now. Steve is his, and Tony has no intention of ever letting him go.

Within Tony's tight embrace, Steve begins to move. His cock has a wonderful girth and length, filling Tony in a way that is just this side of painful as Steve bottoms out. Steve moans and Tony immediately joins him.

"You good?" Steve whispers.

"Never better," Tony replies and means it. "More, please?"

Steve obliges. Slow, deep thrusts provide Tony with heat and friction as he is surrounded and filled by Steve. Steve has his arms propped up on either side of Tony's head, keeping his own weight from crushing Tony but letting just enough of it bear Tony down into the mattress.

The build-up is gradual, and Tony almost doesn't notice that it's happening. Then suddenly he becomes aware that Steve's thrusts can no longer be called slow by any measure. And not long after that, he finds himself holding on for dear life as Steve slams into him over and over.

Wide-eyed and excited beyond belief, Tony grabs for Steve's head and once again crushes their lips together. "Steve," he mumbles into the kiss. "Steve, Steve, Steve!"

"If I haven't already said it," Steve mumbles back, panting with effort, "I love you, Tony."

Tony comes. Joy rushes through his body at Steve's words and he has been on the brink already for what feels like hours and none of it can be contained a second longer. "Steve!" Tony shouts, limbs twitching in a full-body shudder as his cock spurts hot between their tightly embraced bodies.

Steve's speed incongruously picks up again and Tony feels his teeth chatter with the fast, powerful thrusts. Then Steve comes, with a groan and a sense of heat deep inside Tony.

"I love you too," Tony confides quietly as Steve slumps on top of him. Steve's body twitches, then his entire, tall and muscular frame seems to shrink as he tries to curl more tightly around Tony.

"Mmh," says Steve, nuzzling at Tony's ear.

Tony laughs. "Yeah."

"You know, I think you may have made me a bit of an empty promise last night," Tony chides playfully. His ass aches as he stretches. "When you said I didn't have to worry about your super-soldier stamina."

Steve doesn't chuckle nor apologize. When Tony turns around to mock-glare at him, he sees that Steve's eyes have been focused on Tony's ass. They land on his crotch now, and Tony can't help his cock twitching with interest.

They don't make it out of bed before noon.

Eventually, though, both of their bodies demand nourishment after all the exercise. On the way to his coffee machine, Tony flicks open a screen above the kitchen table to check his schedule. Another coffee date with Steve today at four. He smiles. And another tomorrow. And then the S.I. obligations Pepper held off for him resume. Let's see, there is... Uh.

• Clean Air deadline on Monday!

• Reminder: Fix Dum-E's squeaky left front wheel (You know you want to!)

• 10 am Bigwig Gangbang

• 01 pm Hot Date with Pepper (really hot, be alert this time)

• 04 pm Coffee Date with Steve

• 08 pm Spa Date with Rhodey

Tony stares at his calendar in utter amazement. Slowly, he raises his eyes to the camera in the corner, a gesture he usually makes fun of Steve for. Steve pauses on his way to the bathroom when he sees the gesture and studies Tony's face; Tony assumes he looks quite bemused. "JARVIS? Did someone mess with my calendar?"

"No, Sir," his A.I. replies smartly.

"Then how come I have entries reading 'gangbang', 'hot date' and 'spa date' in there when I know for a fact that what I should be seeing is a board of director's meeting, a long overdue strategy session with Pep and an appointment with Rhodey to go over specifications for aquatic vehicles for the army?"

"Last Wednesday at 4:02 am, after ingesting a significant amount of alcohol, you decided to rename all your upcoming calendar entries, Sir. I believe your exact words were 'My life sucks, JARVIS, I need to look at this and at least pretend I'm going to do something fun."

Steve comes over to look over Tony's shoulder. They both stare at the 4 pm entries in the previous week. Where the Wednesday to Friday entries read "Coffee Date with Cap", the ones on Monday and Tuesday say "Avengers equipment brainstorming session".

Slowly, Tony turns his head toward Steve. Steve stares back at him with an incredulous expression.

"...Oops?"