So sleeeeeepy

[tsukinofaerii]

Omg I'm so tired, typing is tricky. I managed to make a reasonable word count, but I'm hoping to do 5k a day this weekend. I've done it before, and the sooner I get this done, the sooner I can work on my Fic Exchange story. Words are 60,513, so I wrote 3,122. The widget is not updating for some reason. Will worry about it later.

Exhaustion was the cause of almost all of my troubles today. Thanks to Potter, I lived on barely any sleep. It made writing a struggle. Still, I managed! :D

You may all thank valtyr for enticing me to write a short scene that I have summarized in my layout as "Steve tries to get Tony to bang him; is inexplicably unsuccessful". So when you read it, you know who to point the finger at.

"Dream," Steve insisted. "'M dreaming. 'S a good dream."

He felt Stark smile against his lips, an odd touch from his goatee brushing over Steve's cheek. "Yeah, it is. But you need to rest. I'm not going to let you fuck me when you're like this. It would be wrong." Stark paused a beat, and shook his head. "I can't believe I just turned down sex with Captain America. Which one of us is sick, again?"

Everything made perfect sense, coming together with a clarity that the rest of the room didn't have. "You fuck me then." Steve pushed forward, knees trembling as he slid off the bed and into Stark's lap. The unexpected shift in weight sprawled Stark backwards, and Steve rode him down, letting himself land heavily on the dream's chest. His lips found Stark's jaw, and followed the faint line of his beard back until they touched his earlobe. His teeth sank into it, tongue leaving a trail of saliva up the edge. "C'mon, Stark. Or aren't you man enough? You wanna bend me over, don't you? Work me wide open an' hear me moan."

Stark swallowed hard. His hands on Steve's hips flexed as he kept Steve from slipping higher up him. "That's something I didn't think I'd hear any time this century," he muttered, his head dropped backwards. "And still I have to say no."