Here's a little #stony warning
I've written several chapters like this but haven't published them because it felt weird 😂 Mostly because I actually don't want them to be a couple, atleast not yet, but I feel like this works... let me know if you want more of it or if you're not into that at all. ✌️

Steve P.O.V

I took Callie outside to play, I'm just so angry at Tony I couldn't stand to be there any longer.

I put the little girl on the ground and retrieve a soccer ball from the bin, "here Pumpkin, Uncle will kick the ball for you, " I say, trying to make my voice sound light.

Callie's eyes flash blue and she walks up to me, her face serious, "Uncle grumpy."

I sigh and squat down, lifting her into my arms. "A little bit," I admit, "but not with you."

"Be happy," she whispers, holding my face in her tiny hands.

"I'll try, now, go get that ball." I wink at her and put her down. I give the black and white orb a good kick, sending it soaring.

Callie claps and squeals as she runs after it, much faster than she should be able to. We do this for a good 20 minutes before she brings back the ball, looking quite sulky. "Uncle, I hungry," she pouts, throwing herself into my legs. I smack myself in the forehead, of course she's hungry, I pulled her away from her dinner.

"Okay Pumpkin, let's go in. " I take her hand and we go back into the house. As soon as we're inside Callie shakes my hand off and runs up the wall, vaulting herself to ceiling and crawling above my head.

"Race Uncle?" She says, giving me a mischievous look.

This must be something Thor does. "Okay fine. Ready, set, go!" I start running and she giggles, crawling across the roof like a spider. She's so fast when she's using her powers that I have to actually run to keep up with her.

By the time we get to the kitchen I'm laughing hard at her adorable little giggles.

"I win Uncle, I win!" She squeals, dropping herself down into my arms.

"You did it!" I say, tickling her. "Okay, dinner..."
I open the fridge and find our plates there, tin foiled for storage.

I rip off the crinkly, silver paper and throw the dishes in the microwave. Once they're finished I sit her down and we eat our food.

"So Callie, I don't want you to stop playing with Cooper, " I tell her.

"But Dada..." she begins but I cut her off.

"That doesn't matter, Dada losing his temper isn't your fault. Cooper is your friend, we are going to play with him again okay?"

"Okay Uncle," she says, yawning over my name. I check the time and am shocked to see it's past her bed time.

"Alright, night night time," I say, taking our dishes to the sink and scooping her up. She yawns again, laying her head in the nook of my neck. Her little arms wrapping around to play with my hair.

I put Callie in her bed, sitting down beside her until she falls asleep. Normally I'd have trouble staying awake but my mind keeps floating back to Tony's offer and I'm really curious. It just seems too weird, but I'm now quite horny and really longing to touch myself. I decide that, as soon as the kid is sleeping, I'll go to my room and try that edging thing again.

When she's finally asleep I breathe out a sigh of relief and creep out. I'm about to go to my room, but find my feet stopping in front of Tony's, and my fist tapping his door.

"Yep?" His voice is muffled through the door, so I open it and find him sitting on his couch watching T.V with what I presume is a scotch cradled in his right hand. "Oh Steve, what's up?"

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry about storming out earlier."

"That's okay, it's my fault really. I'm going to fix this, don't worry." He says, his brown eyes sincere.

I nod and then continue to stand there, looking around awkwardly, unsure of how to ask for what I'm wanting.

"Do you need anything else?" He asks, an amused smirk ghosting the edge of his mouth.

"Uh, I um, do you want to watch a movie?" I blurt, unable to say what I actually want.

"Oh, yeah!" He sits up, moving over on the couch. "Which movie?"

I go sit beside him, "maybe like... something like The Titanic?" 

He grins devilishly at me, "uh huh, sure. Want me to pick a good one?"

"Yeah," I nod, relaxing into the sofa, kicking my feet up on the coffee table.

He cues up the movie, something called The Wolf of Wall Street. It's the same actor as the Titanic but he's aged a good 20 or more years.

At first I'm confused why he chose this movie, it's really interesting, but crass, which he knows is something I detest. And then, suddenly, I understand.

There's a slew of naked women on the screen, full breasts visible and I feel my body beginning to respond. I squirm, pulling on the leg of my sweatpants as they're beginning to feel restrictive.

"Just take it out," Tony whispers, reaching over and pulling my waist band down so my boxers are visible, an obvious teepee in the blue fabric.

He grabs my underpants to pull them down but I catch his hand, my breathing ragged. "Okay, that's okay, " he pulls away, "just put your hand in, I won't look." He turns back to the television and I notice the slight pink in his cheeks. I glance down and see that a bulge has formed in his jeans, and for some reason the thought that he's also aroused makes the situation even more thrilling.

I slip my hands into my boxers and begin gently stroking myself, my breath hitching. I feel him shift beside me and hear a zipping sound followed by a soft moan. I glance over and see his hand submerged in a pair of red boxers, and I feel a surge of excitement. My hand picks up it's pace and I let out a low, throaty moan, I want to cum so bad.

Tony grabs my arm. "Slow down."

"No I want to—,"

"I know what you want, but you wanted to practice. This is how you do it." He reminds me so I grumble but remove my hand, the pre-cum oozing from my penis dampens my boxers. He moves his hand from my arm and pulls my underwear down, my erection springing free, and to my surprise I don't stop him.

"Oh! You're circumcised!" He says, the surprise obvious in his voice. He begins running his fingertips around the head of my penis, squeezing slightly and I gasp and jolt backwards. "Sorry, I've never seen one before in person," he blushes.

"You're not?" I ask, glancing down at the darkened fabric where his erection is trying to break free.

"No, want to see?" I nod, and he removes his hand from me to shift down his own boxers, pulling himself out.

"Oh!" I breathe, taking in the differences between us. I slowly reach a hand out and pinch a bit of foreskin, pulling on it, forgetting personal space. "Weird, it's all covered up. Is it the same underneath?"

He nods and wraps his fingertips around himself, pulling down the fleshy skin to reveal his penis head. "Basically the same." He shrugs. "Except yours is a little bigger."

I nod, "and your skin is kind of darker."

"Well, you're blonde," he shrugs, "you good now?
Off the edge?" He chuckles.

"Yeah, I think so," I breath out, moving to stroke myself again.

"No, here, I'll do it. It feels better when someone else does it," he whispers, removing my hand. He slowly drags his fingertips up the underside of my penis and uses his other hand to pull at the loose skin around my testicles. I've never tried either of these things before and it makes me shudder.

I drag my hand through my hair, this is crazy, what's even happening right now? He wraps his right hand around my shaft and starts to slowly pump, continuing to play with my balls with his left, I whimper at the new action and he lets out a soft moan.

I drop my left hand down onto his knee, wanting to repay the service, but terrified to touch him. Tony's hips shift forward, making my hand slide closer to his exposed member. I just need to move a few inches and I'll touch him but my arm won't work, I'm frozen, my hand resting on his thigh.

Suddenly his hand vacates it's place on my penis, my skin feels cold and longing at the sudden lack of contact. His hand finds it way to mine and he pushes it up the final few inches. My knuckles come in contact with the warm throbbing muscle and it twitches in response.

"Here." He takes my hand, turning it, and fists it around himself and he groans wantonly. "Just stroke it, like normal, " he whispers, moving my hand for me.

His penis feels foreign in my palm. I'd thought it would feel normal, after all, I hold my own this way frequently, but it doesn't. He releases my hand and resumes his place on me and I groan, it feels unbelievably good to have someone else pleasuring me.

"Oh my god!" I gasp as he cups my balls, dragging his index finger back across my taint, "I want to cum Tony."

"Not yet," he pants, "hold off, a little longer." I grit my teeth, trying to withhold the urge to ejaculate, but the desire is so strong I begin frantically shaking me head.

Tony pulls his hands away and I grab for one of them, pushing it back on myself, "n-no, don't stop!"

"Uh, no, the point was to practice. You won't get better if you don't practice, it's only been like 2 minutes, if that."

"Tony please!" I whine, forcing his hand to wrap around me.

"Ouch! Stop it!" Tony growls, and I let go, surprised at my own behaviour. He holds his hand up to his chest, glaring at me.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry... I don't know why I did that, " I stammer, holding my hands up in surrender.

"It's okay, just don't do it again." He says, a look of relief washing over him, and then adds, "and definitely don't do that to Maria."

"I won't. Do you want me to keep going?" I ask him, glancing down at his crotch.

"No, I needed to stop for a second too, " he shrugs, "your orgasm is way more intense the longer you edge for," he explains.

"It's really hard to stop," I admit meekly.

"I know, you good to go again?"

I nod, shifting forward, he does the same and the tip of his penis touches mine and it feels like a spark. Apparently he feels it too because he grabs his and runs it down the bottom of mine, letting it drag down to my balls and then back again. Side by side like this you can really see the size difference, he's not small by any means, but mine is both thicker and longer, and I find myself trying to remember if it was always this big or if it changed since the serum.

"I, I really like this," I tell him, feeling embarrassed.

"It's better when it's a girl," he says, "for me atleast, but maybe not you?"

"No, I like girls. I can't even last this long when there's a naked woman doing it." I blush, he begins to jerk me again and I completely forgot everything else I'd wanted to say, instead I just do the same for him.

I watch his hand rubbing up and down my length and begin to feel the same overwhelming sensation, my legs starting to shake as it heightens. "C-can I
c-cum now?" I gasp, my hips begin bouncing off the couch, thrusting in and out of his hand.

"Yes, yes, faster. Cum for me buddy!" He blurts pushing himself into my palm. "Oh fuck, good boy, good boy!" He growls and I moan, his praises and excitement taking me to a whole new level.

My stomach tightens and my balls recede. Tony grabs the bottom of my scrotum, pulling it down, making me yelp as strings of hot semen spurt from the end of my penis. The orgasm is so intense that my legs are twitching uncontrollably, my free hand pulling my hair as I whimper and moan. His hand is covered in cum as he milks me, "there you go, good boy Steve. Holy fuck, I'm cumming now."

I jack him faster until his head starts to spurt his seed, fountaining up my forearm, and streaming onto his jeans. We're both panting and after a minute he stops the movie, which I had entirely forgotten about, and turns and grins at me, "better right?"

I nod, smiling shyly, "yeah, that was, uh, fun?" He laughs out loud at this and tousles my hair with his cum-free hand, then he grabs a bunch of tissues from the table and stuffs them into my hands.

I start to clean him off myself and he does the same, and with the mundane task my mind starts to run through what just happened, and suddenly I'm worried. "Tony?" I ask, my voice much smaller than I want it to be.

"Mhmm?"

"This doesn't make us gay does it?"

"Not if you're not gay, no. You can't just do something that suddenly makes you gay, you either are or you're not you know? I mean, you could be bisexual," he shrugs, "but if you're not attracted to men then you're not."

"Okay, that makes sense." I nod, I'll need to think about that some more, because now I'm not so sure.