A Genius of Engineering
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jamaillith's fault.
No matter what comes out of Tony's mouth afterwards, he was a full and willing participant during. Even before the third crack of the night about the redesigned Liberty-line helicopter blades (read: R&D's treasured baby nurtured through six months of painstaking state-of-the-art computer assisted modeling) getting thrashed in field results by the original design (read: Tony's, done on a napkin while drunk on supermodels) all the signals were in play. He helped himself to two glasses of Obie's second-best Scotch without asking. He loudly announced the fact that he'd driven the R8 over himself. Pepper was home for the night, doing whatever it was she did when she wasn't working for him. He'd dropped his jacket and tie over the back of the leather couch and dropped his shoes shortly thereafter.
On top of that -- unbuttoned jeans and fly pulled halfway, but not all the way down. Not particularly subtle, but that's Tony Stark. He pretended to look at the test results, but the stack of paper in his lap mostly for the benefit of the housekeeper, who came in with a fresh bucket of ice for his Scotch.
So yes, enthusiastic. Wednesday night. Things have been busy, so this is the first time they've spent together in a while, and they're on the couch at Obadiah's house. The housekeeper went home about fifteen minutes ago; the in-house security system put up a quiet alert to let them know she'd left the premises. Tony intentionally goes one sarcastic comment too far; Obadiah grabs him, and Tony lets out a whoop as his jeans and boxers get yanked down to mid-thigh.
...
What follows after that, though, is a surprise for Tony. Obadiah doesn't get Tony's jeans all the way off, but Tony having fewer clothes on than him when they fuck is usually a priority. Also, after they get yanked down like that, Tony expects either to be pushed face down on the couch while Obie looks for the lube he keeps stashed in the side table or, alternatively, to have one hand on the back of his neck, reminding him to pay attention to the cock in his mouth.
Neither, though.
Obadiah gets Tony, pants halfway down, over his knee. The printouts are all on the floor; Tony figures that the housekeeper is going to assume, in the morning, that he and Obie had a squabble. Close enough.
And then there's a smack.
Tony goes dead still for a moment. Obadiah does it again. It smarts, but it doesn't really hurt.
"So, uh. You should have told me you were into this. I could've had Pepper get a schoolgirl outfit for me. Skirt and everything. We could do it in your office."
"Shut the fuck up, Tony." It's not sharply said. Obie even sounds a little amused. Affectionate, and that makes Tony grin against the couch though Obadiah follows with a particularly hard whack, and after that, there's another good half-dozen with the hand. It moves from the smarting level to stinging, and Tony is pretty sure his ass is reddening up, but it isn't really working for him until Obadiah reaches over and does some kind of rummaging in the piles of paper that've gone flying and finds something flat that does, in fact, hurt. Tony almost jumps off the couch -- he would, in fact, have done it if Obadiah hadn't also leaned a heavy elbow between his shoulderblades. It keeps Tony from twisting around to see what the fuck it is.
"If that's this year's shareholder prospectus, may I suggest therap -- "
"Would you stop fucking talking for a while?" It's the same tone of voice from before. A little distracted-sounding -- Tony attributes this to the fact that as far as he can tell from lying in the guy's lap, Obadiah is getting motherfucking hard right now, and all right, Tony can get aboard the idea of sucking cock after getting spanked -- and Obadiah definitely sounds amused. It's the voice equivalent of ruffling Tony's hair. "And don't turn around."
There's another whack, hard enough so that Tony jerks forward. Flat. It's definitely something flat. So it's not the rolled up shareholder's prospectus. Maybe the binder with the test results.
"Why the fuck shouldn't I turn around?"
"You want to know what really hurts, Tony?" There's a whack, and Tony realizes he's starting to sweat. This makes his ass sting, and it doesn't help when Obadiah runs a hand underneath Tony's shirt, tracing from below the shoulder blades and going down from there.
Obadiah's index finger rests against the small of Tony's back. There's a little sweat there. Not too much.
"You were wearing a belt when you came in, right?"
Oh. Fuck. And then Obadiah flattens his palm over the curve of Tony's ass. Sweat from up further on Tony's back, plus a rough hand over the skin, and Tony hisses and presses hard against Obadiah's knee and now, he's getting hard too, but he refuses to give up talking. "Yeah. GQ man of the year party. Not me this year for some reason. They're giving it to that politici -- "
Obadiah does him again, and this time, it hurts enough so that Tony has to hold onto the seat cushion. It's a leather couch, and the fucking sweat keeps him from getting a good grip on it. Why is he so warm? Probably because he's still wearing all of his clothes, and Obadiah is too. They're both wearing too many clothes, which Tony should fix ri -- fuck, it's really starting to hurt. If the hand hadn't done it, whatever it is that Obadiah is using is doing the trick, bizarrely enough, and Tony is pretty sure his ass has moved from the warm-and-ready stage to being actively painful.
"Any time, by the way." He's not panting. He isn't. "Any time you'd like to move on to the main event, that's OK with me."
And he doesn't make a noise in his throat the next time Obadiah hits him. Not at all, and Tony is pretty sure that Obadiah put something in the Scotch that crossed the wiring in his head so that this feels good at the same time it hurts.
"What kind of main event are we talking about?"
"Oh, the usual." Tony knows his voice is a little muffled from having his face turned into the couch, but wants to have a little insurance in case Obadiah decides to smack him in the middle of a sentence. He leaves contract negotiations up to Obadiah, by and large, but he knows that squealing like a girl wouldn't really help his bargaining power. "I suck your cock. Or you put your hand on my cock. Or some combination of the above. And then you fuck me really, really hard."
Obadiah laughs, and Tony gets another smack on the ass, hard enough so that he skips past the squealing stage, straight into yelling, particularly since he gets three in a row, right after one another.
"I changed my fucking mind," Tony says, once he gets he gets his breath back. "I better be getting a blowjob after this. You better suck my cock. My cock better be all the way down your throat, so far that you're still tasting me tomorrow morning."
Which would have more menace except that being a genius of engineering, Tony realizes that if he propped himself up on an elbow, his hips get far enough over Obadiah's knee so that he can actually jerk off in between getting spanked. It means he can't quite shove his face into the seat cushions and yell his head off each time Obadiah hits him, and he has to hold himself up in a fucking uncomfortable position, but it does mean that after each time, he can stroke his cock. Tony rubs his fingers over the tip and actually moans.
There's a bit of silence after that. Tony's eyes are closed, but he has a pretty good suspicion that Obadiah is watching him, so he rubs his fingers over the top and moans. Again.
Obadiah asks, "You like that?"
Tony thinks this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has probably said in a decade or so.
"You want a blowjob?"
Obadiah's voice sounds a little rough when he says that; it's surprisingly near Tony's ear, and no, this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has said in a decade. Yes, Tony Stark wants a fucking blowjob even though he can't stop jerking off long enough to say something that complicated.
He just pants out, "Yes" and has to leave it at that. In fact, Tony says that and thinks he's going to come right there, on the spot, because, say, while jerking off with Obadiah's cock in him is one of the top ten ways Tony Stark likes to get off, getting a blowjob from Obadiah is probably in the top three. All time. Even including supermodels. Tony actually can't think of anything he wants more. It's only happened a couple times, and even the prospect of it makes him moan every time Obadiah touches him. A hand lifting him up off the couch. Fingers indicating that he should turn around.
Except oh God, except Obadiah isn't rolling him onto his back so that he can get a blowjob. Tony's right knee, then left knee, bump up against the back of the back of the couch.
"Stay like that," Obadiah says.
Tony wants to say something about how his cock is on his front and how this positioning isn't isn't conducive to anything involving Obadiah's mouth and his cock -- except he's not getting a blowjob. Obadiah maneuvered him into kneeling against the back of the couch, staring at some statute of Buddha. Obadiah is behind him, and that's one of Obadiah's hands on his ass. That's another on Tony's knee spreading them wider so Obadiah can get a better angle, and Tony knows that moaning doesn't begin to describe the noises he's making now.
"Oh Jesus," Tony breathes, and the second word isn't all the way out of his throat before he's coming, and this would be disappointing, except Obadiah keeps going until Tony is hard again, then they fuck on top of the R&D printout results, and then Tony blows Obadiah in the kitchen, and before falling asleep in bed afterwards, Tony thinks that he has never, in his entire fucking life, been so glad to be a weapon-making genius who inherited his father's legacy.
jamaillith's fault.No matter what comes out of Tony's mouth afterwards, he was a full and willing participant during. Even before the third crack of the night about the redesigned Liberty-line helicopter blades (read: R&D's treasured baby nurtured through six months of painstaking state-of-the-art computer assisted modeling) getting thrashed in field results by the original design (read: Tony's, done on a napkin while drunk on supermodels) all the signals were in play. He helped himself to two glasses of Obie's second-best Scotch without asking. He loudly announced the fact that he'd driven the R8 over himself. Pepper was home for the night, doing whatever it was she did when she wasn't working for him. He'd dropped his jacket and tie over the back of the leather couch and dropped his shoes shortly thereafter.
On top of that -- unbuttoned jeans and fly pulled halfway, but not all the way down. Not particularly subtle, but that's Tony Stark. He pretended to look at the test results, but the stack of paper in his lap mostly for the benefit of the housekeeper, who came in with a fresh bucket of ice for his Scotch.
So yes, enthusiastic. Wednesday night. Things have been busy, so this is the first time they've spent together in a while, and they're on the couch at Obadiah's house. The housekeeper went home about fifteen minutes ago; the in-house security system put up a quiet alert to let them know she'd left the premises. Tony intentionally goes one sarcastic comment too far; Obadiah grabs him, and Tony lets out a whoop as his jeans and boxers get yanked down to mid-thigh.
...
What follows after that, though, is a surprise for Tony. Obadiah doesn't get Tony's jeans all the way off, but Tony having fewer clothes on than him when they fuck is usually a priority. Also, after they get yanked down like that, Tony expects either to be pushed face down on the couch while Obie looks for the lube he keeps stashed in the side table or, alternatively, to have one hand on the back of his neck, reminding him to pay attention to the cock in his mouth.
Neither, though.
Obadiah gets Tony, pants halfway down, over his knee. The printouts are all on the floor; Tony figures that the housekeeper is going to assume, in the morning, that he and Obie had a squabble. Close enough.
And then there's a smack.
Tony goes dead still for a moment. Obadiah does it again. It smarts, but it doesn't really hurt.
"So, uh. You should have told me you were into this. I could've had Pepper get a schoolgirl outfit for me. Skirt and everything. We could do it in your office."
"Shut the fuck up, Tony." It's not sharply said. Obie even sounds a little amused. Affectionate, and that makes Tony grin against the couch though Obadiah follows with a particularly hard whack, and after that, there's another good half-dozen with the hand. It moves from the smarting level to stinging, and Tony is pretty sure his ass is reddening up, but it isn't really working for him until Obadiah reaches over and does some kind of rummaging in the piles of paper that've gone flying and finds something flat that does, in fact, hurt. Tony almost jumps off the couch -- he would, in fact, have done it if Obadiah hadn't also leaned a heavy elbow between his shoulderblades. It keeps Tony from twisting around to see what the fuck it is.
"If that's this year's shareholder prospectus, may I suggest therap -- "
"Would you stop fucking talking for a while?" It's the same tone of voice from before. A little distracted-sounding -- Tony attributes this to the fact that as far as he can tell from lying in the guy's lap, Obadiah is getting motherfucking hard right now, and all right, Tony can get aboard the idea of sucking cock after getting spanked -- and Obadiah definitely sounds amused. It's the voice equivalent of ruffling Tony's hair. "And don't turn around."
There's another whack, hard enough so that Tony jerks forward. Flat. It's definitely something flat. So it's not the rolled up shareholder's prospectus. Maybe the binder with the test results.
"Why the fuck shouldn't I turn around?"
"You want to know what really hurts, Tony?" There's a whack, and Tony realizes he's starting to sweat. This makes his ass sting, and it doesn't help when Obadiah runs a hand underneath Tony's shirt, tracing from below the shoulder blades and going down from there.
Obadiah's index finger rests against the small of Tony's back. There's a little sweat there. Not too much.
"You were wearing a belt when you came in, right?"
Oh. Fuck. And then Obadiah flattens his palm over the curve of Tony's ass. Sweat from up further on Tony's back, plus a rough hand over the skin, and Tony hisses and presses hard against Obadiah's knee and now, he's getting hard too, but he refuses to give up talking. "Yeah. GQ man of the year party. Not me this year for some reason. They're giving it to that politici -- "
Obadiah does him again, and this time, it hurts enough so that Tony has to hold onto the seat cushion. It's a leather couch, and the fucking sweat keeps him from getting a good grip on it. Why is he so warm? Probably because he's still wearing all of his clothes, and Obadiah is too. They're both wearing too many clothes, which Tony should fix ri -- fuck, it's really starting to hurt. If the hand hadn't done it, whatever it is that Obadiah is using is doing the trick, bizarrely enough, and Tony is pretty sure his ass has moved from the warm-and-ready stage to being actively painful.
"Any time, by the way." He's not panting. He isn't. "Any time you'd like to move on to the main event, that's OK with me."
And he doesn't make a noise in his throat the next time Obadiah hits him. Not at all, and Tony is pretty sure that Obadiah put something in the Scotch that crossed the wiring in his head so that this feels good at the same time it hurts.
"What kind of main event are we talking about?"
"Oh, the usual." Tony knows his voice is a little muffled from having his face turned into the couch, but wants to have a little insurance in case Obadiah decides to smack him in the middle of a sentence. He leaves contract negotiations up to Obadiah, by and large, but he knows that squealing like a girl wouldn't really help his bargaining power. "I suck your cock. Or you put your hand on my cock. Or some combination of the above. And then you fuck me really, really hard."
Obadiah laughs, and Tony gets another smack on the ass, hard enough so that he skips past the squealing stage, straight into yelling, particularly since he gets three in a row, right after one another.
"I changed my fucking mind," Tony says, once he gets he gets his breath back. "I better be getting a blowjob after this. You better suck my cock. My cock better be all the way down your throat, so far that you're still tasting me tomorrow morning."
Which would have more menace except that being a genius of engineering, Tony realizes that if he propped himself up on an elbow, his hips get far enough over Obadiah's knee so that he can actually jerk off in between getting spanked. It means he can't quite shove his face into the seat cushions and yell his head off each time Obadiah hits him, and he has to hold himself up in a fucking uncomfortable position, but it does mean that after each time, he can stroke his cock. Tony rubs his fingers over the tip and actually moans.
There's a bit of silence after that. Tony's eyes are closed, but he has a pretty good suspicion that Obadiah is watching him, so he rubs his fingers over the top and moans. Again.
Obadiah asks, "You like that?"
Tony thinks this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has probably said in a decade or so.
"You want a blowjob?"
Obadiah's voice sounds a little rough when he says that; it's surprisingly near Tony's ear, and no, this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has said in a decade. Yes, Tony Stark wants a fucking blowjob even though he can't stop jerking off long enough to say something that complicated.
He just pants out, "Yes" and has to leave it at that. In fact, Tony says that and thinks he's going to come right there, on the spot, because, say, while jerking off with Obadiah's cock in him is one of the top ten ways Tony Stark likes to get off, getting a blowjob from Obadiah is probably in the top three. All time. Even including supermodels. Tony actually can't think of anything he wants more. It's only happened a couple times, and even the prospect of it makes him moan every time Obadiah touches him. A hand lifting him up off the couch. Fingers indicating that he should turn around.
Except oh God, except Obadiah isn't rolling him onto his back so that he can get a blowjob. Tony's right knee, then left knee, bump up against the back of the back of the couch.
"Stay like that," Obadiah says.
Tony wants to say something about how his cock is on his front and how this positioning isn't isn't conducive to anything involving Obadiah's mouth and his cock -- except he's not getting a blowjob. Obadiah maneuvered him into kneeling against the back of the couch, staring at some statute of Buddha. Obadiah is behind him, and that's one of Obadiah's hands on his ass. That's another on Tony's knee spreading them wider so Obadiah can get a better angle, and Tony knows that moaning doesn't begin to describe the noises he's making now.
"Oh Jesus," Tony breathes, and the second word isn't all the way out of his throat before he's coming, and this would be disappointing, except Obadiah keeps going until Tony is hard again, then they fuck on top of the R&D printout results, and then Tony blows Obadiah in the kitchen, and before falling asleep in bed afterwards, Tony thinks that he has never, in his entire fucking life, been so glad to be a weapon-making genius who inherited his father's legacy.
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Date: 2008-06-22 03:33 pm (UTC)OH GOD. OH GOD, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. THE DIRTY TALKING. THE SPANKING. SHUT THE FUCK UP, TONY. WHY ARE YOU NOT ON CHAT SO I CAN FLAIL AT YOU.
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Date: 2008-06-22 09:06 pm (UTC)*pokes* On re-reading when I'm not totally fucking sleep dep'd out of my mind, I realize that this is even more PWP than I first thought it was. It doesn't evne, like, have a high point. JUST ENJOY THE PORN AND DIRTY TALK FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH; IT KEPT ME ALIVE AT 7AM THIS MORNING AFTER FLYING CROSS-COUNTRY.
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Date: 2008-06-22 03:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 09:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 10:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 03:59 pm (UTC)Obadiah's voice sounds a little rough when he says that; it's surprisingly near Tony's ear, and no, this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has said in a decade. Yes, Tony Stark wants a fucking blowjob even though he can't stop jerking off long enough to say something that complicated.
hahahahaha. god.
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Date: 2008-06-22 09:11 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 09:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 04:47 pm (UTC)Jesus, the whole ROUTINE of them is KILLING ME. FUCK.
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Date: 2008-06-22 09:10 pm (UTC)In my head, the reason why Tony thinks that insults and mocking is appropriate foreplay with Obadiah is because that's the model he learned from CRAZY LOS ALAMOS MOMMY AND DADDY. AKA: Ambigiously Older Howard and Nympho Maria.
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Date: 2008-06-22 09:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 05:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 12:33 am (UTC)Obadiah asks, "You like that?"
Tony thinks this is the stupidest thing that Obadiah has probably said in a decade or so.
tony loves having an audience.
Date: 2008-06-23 02:25 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-22 09:16 pm (UTC)Tony intentionally goes one sarcastic comment too far; Obadiah grabs him, and Tony lets out a whoop as his jeans and boxers get yanked down to mid-thigh.
Oh, TONY.
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Date: 2008-06-23 02:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 01:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 02:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-23 02:47 pm (UTC)Obadiah definitely sounds amused. It's the voice equivalent of ruffling Tony's hair. <=THAT. (Okay, I can capslock a little.) That's so right for both of them, omigod.
And there's one other phrase that got me: Obadiah does him again--"does," that flat unspecific verb that tells you just how much Tony is squirming, afraid even to think the verbs of what is being done to him, the embarrassment of it all. *licks*
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Date: 2008-06-24 12:46 am (UTC)Re: the hair ruffling. I totally got that from
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Date: 2008-06-23 03:57 pm (UTC)*flaps hands!* Dear god, I love your brain.
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Date: 2008-06-24 12:46 am (UTC)I hope you've arrived at the end of your Exodus safely, by the way.
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Date: 2008-06-24 04:15 am (UTC)And I did! Thank you!
And one day I will post the other three days worth of misadventures! Maybe even before I hit eighty!(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-24 04:25 am (UTC)BEST FLAVOR. HANDS-DOWN. Do not listen to the infidels who claim some kind of position for cherry.
I will look forward to the misadventures. :D
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Date: 2008-06-24 06:49 am (UTC)That's another on Tony's knee spreading them wider so Obadiah can get a better angle, and Tony knows that moaning doesn't begin to describe the noises he's making now.
...you're going for rimming there, right? GOD I HOPE SO.
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Date: 2008-06-24 12:45 pm (UTC)WHY, YES, YES. (And yeah, I realize now that I really should have gone into more detail. Because really, who doesn't need more detail about things involving mouths and Tony Stark's round, perfect little ass?)
It's kind of hard to have smart-mouthed, dirty Tony Stark do anything sexual with Obadiah "Daddy Bear With Extra Double Cross" Stane and not have it be hot just on principle.
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Date: 2008-07-01 12:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-08-27 06:42 am (UTC)