Tony can't breathe, not in the daydream and just barely in real life.
Oh god DAMMIT.
Tony TOTALLY plays footsie with Obie at board meetings and in limos and generally in places really he really fucking shouldn't, near people who he really shouldn't mess with because they need the money now that Howard is dead, and the company isn't going to survive just on Tony Stark's brain alone, now that the Cold War is over and "Stop that Tony."
And Tony knows Obie's a little pissed at him, even though his voice doesn't change much. Tony can tell, though, since he's already tested this particular limit before. Tested and filed away the tightening of Obie's lips as the only other evidence that Tony's got a socked foot along the crease where Obie's hip meets his thigh.
"Stop what Obie? Innovating? 'Innovate or die' wasn't that what Dad always said?" Tony turns to look at the rest of the board, but keeps his toes dug deep against that crease, wiggling his toes a bit so they brush against the crotch of Obie's pants. "Which is why I think guns are all well and good, but I've got this killer idea for something a little less messy but a whole lot more interesting then just your standard point and shoot."
He taps at the presentation remote built into his chair, lets his big toe dig under the look of Obie's belt, "I like to call it 'point & click.' Instant paralysis for 15 minutes all thanks to this handy little device." Clicks the remote again, works his toe even deeper until he can feel the skin of Obie's hip, soft and warm.
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Oh god DAMMIT.
Tony TOTALLY plays footsie with Obie at board meetings and in limos and generally in places really he really fucking shouldn't, near people who he really shouldn't mess with because they need the money now that Howard is dead, and the company isn't going to survive just on Tony Stark's brain alone, now that the Cold War is over and "Stop that Tony."
And Tony knows Obie's a little pissed at him, even though his voice doesn't change much. Tony can tell, though, since he's already tested this particular limit before. Tested and filed away the tightening of Obie's lips as the only other evidence that Tony's got a socked foot along the crease where Obie's hip meets his thigh.
"Stop what Obie? Innovating? 'Innovate or die' wasn't that what Dad always said?" Tony turns to look at the rest of the board, but keeps his toes dug deep against that crease, wiggling his toes a bit so they brush against the crotch of Obie's pants. "Which is why I think guns are all well and good, but I've got this killer idea for something a little less messy but a whole lot more interesting then just your standard point and shoot."
He taps at the presentation remote built into his chair, lets his big toe dig under the look of Obie's belt, "I like to call it 'point & click.' Instant paralysis for 15 minutes all thanks to this handy little device." Clicks the remote again, works his toe even deeper until he can feel the skin of Obie's hip, soft and warm.