Needless to say, there is never a dull moment on my snapchat
This house was dropped on Twitter (I think) as the house Jensen bought.
Somebody went to the Travis County Records Webpage to see if it was really Jensen’s.
And, it’s only 0.8 miles away from Jared’s house =)
The walk is 15 minutes, by car it’s 3.
So they totally can spend their whole time together.The whole year. No hiatus break anymore.
Go back home to Austin from Vancouver in the same plane.
Go on runs together and shit.
Have cutesy play-dates for their kids.
Chill at the river that’s in Jensen’s backyard.
Just be all kinds of cute and sweet over how they are so close, they see each everyday at work, but it’s not enough, now they will be neighbors and get to see each other even more!!
It’s Tony who suggests they keep it quiet.
They’re lying in Steve’s bed because when he’d finally decided to hell with it, he’d felt more comfortable being somewhere familiar his first time. It made him feel more like they were on even ground.
As it turned out, he didn’t really need to worry about that because merely being Steve Rogers seemed to short out something in Tony’s brain. He’d been just as fumbling and nervous as Steve had. There had been a little awkwardness, a lot of laughter, and then a hearty helping of pure pleasure.
“I’m not ashamed of you,” Tony goes on to explain, chin propped in the corner of his elbow and his fingers drawing idle equations on Steve’s shoulder.
Steve laughs at the very idea of that.
“And it’s not that I don’t want everyone in the universe to know that I was the lucky man who got to chaperone Captain America’s first ride at the rodeo—”
“Chaperone? Ugh, Tony.”
Tony grins and flicks Steve’s nipple with his thumb. “Look, I just want you to be able to enjoy things for awhile before other people start shoving their opinions down your throat. You should get that chance. God knows I never did.”
“I don’t care what anyone says,” Steve tells him and lifts his head so that he can press a kiss to the ticklish spot near the hook of Tony’s jaw that makes him grin stupidly and pull his neck in like a turtle. “But if you want to hold off, that’s fine with me.”
“Cool,” Tony says, and then they’re kissing again.
Steve tries not to change his habits where Tony is concerned—he tries not to seek him out when he wouldn’t have before, to sit too close, or talk too much—but he can’t really remember what he did before, so he just goes with it.
Tony is his best friend, if anyone asks.
Tony seems entirely the same, except whenever they’re alone for two seconds, his hands invariably find themselves on Steve’s body. He hooks his fingers in Steve’s pants after a briefing when the room has emptied out and he presses a kiss to the back of his neck; when he wanders into the kitchen at 2 AM and finds Steve sitting with a cup of cocoa, he curls a hand around his neck and kisses his mouth; during movie night, he tucks his toes under Steve’s thigh and kisses his shoulders when they go to the kitchen to bring back snacks for the group.
Steve is deliriously happy.
It’s like a game, meeting each other in the halls and kissing until they’re both breathless, then darting apart and hurrying in opposite directions at the sound of approaching footsteps.
They’re more careful in public, but Steve finds himself staring at his phone and smiling more often than he used to.
Apparently he’s doing that a lot more in general—smiling that is.
That is one thing people notice.
They ask him who the lucky girl is and Steve just shakes his head. “It’s rude to assume it’s a lady, isn’t it?”
“Ha, called it!” Clint crows at Natasha and she pouts for the rest of the meal.
“Maybe we just make him sooo happy,” Tony says, around a mouthful of submarine sandwich.
Steve covers his grin with a fist pressed into his cheek and his face tilted toward the table.
Sneaking around is fun.
Tony loves the exclusivity of it. Keeping it from their friends and the press and even Fury means that Steve is all his. At least, when they’re alone anyway.
He likes the way he aches for Steve when he’s not around. Hell, even when he is around, but Sam’s sitting at the table talking about the perfect parfait or something. Tony sneaks glances at Steve and reaches out under the table with a foot to nudge Steve’s. He loves the way Steve’s mouth twitches in a smile before he schools his expression and nudges back. Sometimes they just kick back and forth, playful and aimless, and other times, one of them slides a foot up further, nudging between their knees and teasing at their inner thighs until they’re both ready to lose it.
Tony will excuse himself to go down to the lab and when Steve’s held out as long as he can, he’ll make his way down, too. Then they make out on the couch in the corner like teenagers, or, on one memorable occasion, swap orgasms in the back behind the piles of scrap DUM-E likes to collect.
Steve really doesn’t seem to mind the sneaking around either, which Tony hadn’t called. He’d expected Steve to protest because lying or whatever, but he seems to enjoy it as much as Tony does.
The occasional blind surprise date Natasha sets Steve up on throws a wrench in the works, at least until Steve gets home and kisses Tony jealousy- and sense-free. They fall into bed and spend three hours laughing about how terribly the date had gone.
It stops being fun when Tony realizes how hard he’s fallen.
He hadn’t expected this. Steve is amazing, he’s always known that, and he’d gone into the relationship realizing that he’d been harboring some strong feelings, but he hadn’t really expected them to last. And he’s only the second person Steve’s ever had feelings for. That didn’t add up to a happy ending.
So he’d expected it to peter out after awhile. Someone new would catch Steve’s eye and Tony would grow restless and they’d part ways friends, but no more.
Except the exact opposite seems to have happened. Tony just wants Steve more. He wants to be around him all the time, to get his opinion on everything, to argue with him at four AM about politics and to sit in the park with him on Tuesday afternoons and to wake up and pull on one of his shirts.
He doesn’t want Steve part-time anymore.
He taps at the arc reactor, and then reaches down to flick at the keys hanging out of the ignition in the Mustang the two of them are currently sitting in, six stories up from the ground. The hood is popped and Tony can see Steve looking at him in the reflection of the cherry red metal. His hand closes over the keys, stops them from swinging.
“What’s bugging you, sweetheart?”
Tony’s breath sticks in his throat. Steve hardly ever uses endearments. Tony’s fingers curl into fists on his thighs and then loosen and tighten, over and over.
“Tony?” he says, low and concerned.
Tony has to tell him. Maybe he’s all-in to Steve’s minimum bet, but Steve deserves to know. He swallows and his tongue catches on the roof of his desert-dry mouth.
Beside him, Steve shifts, the leather scraping under his jeans.
“Steve,” he croaks, and his voice is shaking, just a little. He forces himself to look up, into Steve’s eyes. “I don’t want to hide this anymore.”
He makes a weak gesture between the two of them.
Steve stares at him a moment longer, then he’s reaching over Tony to the seat controls, sliding it back as far as it will go. “Yeah,” he breathes into Tony’s ear as he climbs over the gearshift to straddle him and Tony’s breath leaves him in a rush. “Me neither.”
They both leave hickeys, dark, wine-red starbursts on each of their necks and when they go up for dinner, their hands stay clasped tight together.
Tony wears Steve’s shirt and he grins like a fool through it all.
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Yeah they have totally never kissed or had romantic feelings
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Thank you all so so so much! I think most of you came for stupid drawings with our favourite gay superheroes, so… Cuddly, casually fluffy superhusbands. For you all!
Thank you again!
and thanks to alek-draws-stuff because she gave me this idea <3