Cribby's Drabble Blog
It was shortly after they moved in together that it started. Tony would stay up all night working and crawl into bed around the time Steve was getting up. Steve wanted to try and get Tony on a better sleeping schedule, but with everything they went through he deserved to work his own way for a while. Steve would go for a run to work up an appetite before making a quick breakfast and hitting the gym. After that he would shower and do whatever else was planned for the day. Today his schedule what empty, so he stayed a little longer in the gym and lingered a bit in the shower before going back to their room. Instead of getting dressed right away he checked on Tony to see if he had waken up yet. The answer was no, but he looked so peaceful that Steve just had to watch him for a while. He had to laugh at the fact Tony had his whole body curled against the pillows, maybe it felt more like the couch in the lab that way. Steve started to look over his body, the curves he knew by heart, the scars from battles, the soft glow of the arc reactor, it made his fingers itch for a pencil. He walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the sketchbook he had stashed there and the bag of pencils he his so Tony wouldn’t steal them all. Gently he crawled onto the bed and laid down to where he could see the details of the arc reactor. While he was readying his paper he realized he still had his wet towel on. He shimmied it out from under him, careful not to wake Tony, and tossed it off to the side quickly replacing it with the sheets before he picked up the pencil and pressed it to paper. 
Steve wasn’t sure how long he’d been drawing, there were a few sketches he had given up on and ripped out scattered on the bed. It was around the third time he tried to re-draw Tony’s hair that he woke up.
"Wow Cap," Tony mumbled in a groggy voice, "that’s a creepy thing to wake up to."
Steve laughed and peeked over the top of the sketchbook, “is it the creepiest?”
Tony gave a drowsy smile back, “definitely not.”
"Then I guess I’m in the clear," Steve turned his attention back to the drawing expecting the other man to go back to sleep, but instead Tony curled his finger around the top of the sketchbook and pulled it down until he could see Steve’s eyes again.
"Whatcha drawin?" Tony asked wiggling his brow.
Steve playfully batted Tony’s hand away, “I’m just trying to get your hair right.”
Tony let out a small whine when Steve propped the sketchbook between them, but he found something else to distract him, “I’m really diggin your motif.”
When Steve looked back up Tony was on his stomach and glancing at the pages he had torn out. He blushed and tried to take them back, “those aren’t good, don’t look at them.”
"What are you talking about?" Tony pulled them out of Steve’s reach and rolled on his back to put some space between them as he kept looking, "these are fantastic, I didn’t know I could be anymore good looking."
"Seriously Tony," Steve crawled closer and tried to grab them again.
Tony extended his hard hand out of Steve’s reach and slid the other one on his hip when the soldier tried to stretch over to get them, “why wont you let me look at them?” His eyes showed to small pang of hurt the question didn’t.
Steve looked down at him and sighed, “because-” he started as he settled his body over Tony’s propping himself up with his elbows on either side of the other man’s head, “because I don’t want you to see them if they aren’t good enough.”
Tony awkwardly kept the sketches in his grip and he ran his hands along the other man’s sides, “they’re amazing, perfect even,” he nuzzled Steve’s cheek, “I mean it doesn’t get any better than drawing me.”
Steve chuckled giving Tony a quick kiss, “whatever Stark.”
"Are you saying I’m not attractive?" Tony asked jokingly making Steve laugh more, "because I have several magazines that beg to differ."
"I know you do," Steve shook his head trying to calm his laugh, "they’re framed in your workshop."
"So what are you saying?" Tony wiggled with his question trying to get Steve to laugh again, "I’m not sexy?"
Steve let out a small chuckle before looking into the other man’s eyes again, “you are many things Tony Stark.” Then he leaned down pressing a lingering kiss on his lips.
Tony growled happily letting his hands roam lower on Steve’s back, “speaking of sexy-“
"Give me the sketches and I’ll consider it," Steve said back with a stern look. 
"Yeah sure whatever," Tony bunched them with Steve sketchbook and hastily shoved them on his nightstand before groping his boyfriend again.
Steve laughed putting a little more of his weight on Tony, “you’re cute.”
"I’m not cute," Tony pinch his brow trying to keep up the touching under the pressure of Steve’s body, "I’m manly, animalistic, grrrrr."
"Mhm," Steve smirked putting the rest of his weight on Tony as he buried his face into the crook of his neck.
"No, Steve," Tony tried to squirm out from under the super soldier, but they didn’t call super for nothing, "damn it, really? Again?"
"Mhm," Steve hummed pressing lazy kisses against Tony’s neck, "I never get to just sleep with you, so yeah again."
Tony sighed and gave into Steve’s ridiculously strong hold, “fine,” he wormed his hand around so he could tangle it in the other man’s hair, “but we get to have sex later.”
"We’ll see," Steve murmured entwining his fingers with Tony’s.
"I mean really," Tony rolled his eyes, "you’re the naked one right now."
"Shut up Tony," Steve said flatly closing his eyes and adjusting to get more comfortable.
Tony huffed and did the same, “tease.”
Steve let out a small laugh, “I love you.”
"Yeah yeah," Tony said snuggling closer to Steve, "I love you too."

It was shortly after they moved in together that it started. Tony would stay up all night working and crawl into bed around the time Steve was getting up. Steve wanted to try and get Tony on a better sleeping schedule, but with everything they went through he deserved to work his own way for a while. Steve would go for a run to work up an appetite before making a quick breakfast and hitting the gym. After that he would shower and do whatever else was planned for the day. Today his schedule what empty, so he stayed a little longer in the gym and lingered a bit in the shower before going back to their room. Instead of getting dressed right away he checked on Tony to see if he had waken up yet. The answer was no, but he looked so peaceful that Steve just had to watch him for a while. He had to laugh at the fact Tony had his whole body curled against the pillows, maybe it felt more like the couch in the lab that way. Steve started to look over his body, the curves he knew by heart, the scars from battles, the soft glow of the arc reactor, it made his fingers itch for a pencil. He walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the sketchbook he had stashed there and the bag of pencils he his so Tony wouldn’t steal them all. Gently he crawled onto the bed and laid down to where he could see the details of the arc reactor. While he was readying his paper he realized he still had his wet towel on. He shimmied it out from under him, careful not to wake Tony, and tossed it off to the side quickly replacing it with the sheets before he picked up the pencil and pressed it to paper. 

Steve wasn’t sure how long he’d been drawing, there were a few sketches he had given up on and ripped out scattered on the bed. It was around the third time he tried to re-draw Tony’s hair that he woke up.

"Wow Cap," Tony mumbled in a groggy voice, "that’s a creepy thing to wake up to."

Steve laughed and peeked over the top of the sketchbook, “is it the creepiest?”

Tony gave a drowsy smile back, “definitely not.”

"Then I guess I’m in the clear," Steve turned his attention back to the drawing expecting the other man to go back to sleep, but instead Tony curled his finger around the top of the sketchbook and pulled it down until he could see Steve’s eyes again.

"Whatcha drawin?" Tony asked wiggling his brow.

Steve playfully batted Tony’s hand away, “I’m just trying to get your hair right.”

Tony let out a small whine when Steve propped the sketchbook between them, but he found something else to distract him, “I’m really diggin your motif.”

When Steve looked back up Tony was on his stomach and glancing at the pages he had torn out. He blushed and tried to take them back, “those aren’t good, don’t look at them.”

"What are you talking about?" Tony pulled them out of Steve’s reach and rolled on his back to put some space between them as he kept looking, "these are fantastic, I didn’t know I could be anymore good looking."

"Seriously Tony," Steve crawled closer and tried to grab them again.

Tony extended his hard hand out of Steve’s reach and slid the other one on his hip when the soldier tried to stretch over to get them, “why wont you let me look at them?” His eyes showed to small pang of hurt the question didn’t.

Steve looked down at him and sighed, “because-” he started as he settled his body over Tony’s propping himself up with his elbows on either side of the other man’s head, “because I don’t want you to see them if they aren’t good enough.”

Tony awkwardly kept the sketches in his grip and he ran his hands along the other man’s sides, “they’re amazing, perfect even,” he nuzzled Steve’s cheek, “I mean it doesn’t get any better than drawing me.”

Steve chuckled giving Tony a quick kiss, “whatever Stark.”

"Are you saying I’m not attractive?" Tony asked jokingly making Steve laugh more, "because I have several magazines that beg to differ."

"I know you do," Steve shook his head trying to calm his laugh, "they’re framed in your workshop."

"So what are you saying?" Tony wiggled with his question trying to get Steve to laugh again, "I’m not sexy?"

Steve let out a small chuckle before looking into the other man’s eyes again, “you are many things Tony Stark.” Then he leaned down pressing a lingering kiss on his lips.

Tony growled happily letting his hands roam lower on Steve’s back, “speaking of sexy-“

"Give me the sketches and I’ll consider it," Steve said back with a stern look. 

"Yeah sure whatever," Tony bunched them with Steve sketchbook and hastily shoved them on his nightstand before groping his boyfriend again.

Steve laughed putting a little more of his weight on Tony, “you’re cute.”

"I’m not cute," Tony pinch his brow trying to keep up the touching under the pressure of Steve’s body, "I’m manly, animalistic, grrrrr."

"Mhm," Steve smirked putting the rest of his weight on Tony as he buried his face into the crook of his neck.

"No, Steve," Tony tried to squirm out from under the super soldier, but they didn’t call super for nothing, "damn it, really? Again?"

"Mhm," Steve hummed pressing lazy kisses against Tony’s neck, "I never get to just sleep with you, so yeah again."

Tony sighed and gave into Steve’s ridiculously strong hold, “fine,” he wormed his hand around so he could tangle it in the other man’s hair, “but we get to have sex later.”

"We’ll see," Steve murmured entwining his fingers with Tony’s.

"I mean really," Tony rolled his eyes, "you’re the naked one right now."

"Shut up Tony," Steve said flatly closing his eyes and adjusting to get more comfortable.

Tony huffed and did the same, “tease.”

Steve let out a small laugh, “I love you.”

"Yeah yeah," Tony said snuggling closer to Steve, "I love you too."