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Outage

WHO: Tony and fellow 10s exclusively.
WHERE: Heading to the power plant, open to suggestions
WHAT: Tony gets into the civil engineering game, for his own purposes. He has disrupted the grid. Sorry.
WHEN: Now? Whenever you're ready?
WARNINGS: Thread is horny.
SOME NOTES: This is a blackout that I didn't really intend to last very long, but that's up to you. If you want to use it to do some power outage shenanigans, let me and/or Hux know and we'll stay distracted from fixing the problem.

network
[Shortly after all of the power seems to cut abruptly, whether or not anyone noticed or were peacefully asleep in the dark, absolutely everyone receives a direct, private text message at the same time.]
I will fix it. Not a problem.

problem solving
It was inevitable that this would become a problem, but Tony didn't anticipate it happening this fast. There was a whole city out there that, presumably, had been run on this very same grid when fully populated. How was he supposed to know that the entire alien power load was only built to anticipate a single Gamecube and a dinky water display? D.A.T.A. was still smoking in the dark from the surge when Tony wandered dejectedly back into the workshop, no luck fixing the outage locally-- this wasn't a fuse problem. It was everyone's problem.

At least one thing was obviously not part of the same grid; the network hadn't gone down for Tony, and while that was further bad news in the long run, he could take the blessing to try to address the issue before anyone got hysterical about it. He sent out the mass text as he tore the data spheres down from their suspension and meticulously worked in the low light from the simmering forge to feel for the heat and melted warp, and gut the most damaged pieces, leaving them spread blindly on the workbench. That was really going to fuck up his schedule.

He knew where the power plant was, kind of, in theory, and it wasn't a trek he was eager to take without the full light of day on his side, but it wasn't like he was getting anything else done here. It would be faster than it looked, he could run, there was probably a generator up there and the way was going to be brightly lit and not an dark, creepy forest at all. Deep breath. Tony grabbed his jacket and his tool belt and started across town.

Elsewhere, the hum of power had gone silent, lights winked out, and the steady bubbling of the fountain at the centre of the city murmured to a stop, until the surface of the water was still as glass.

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There's a lot of complication for Mini and Reeve's creations. But the idea of taking and immediately giving Mini life again is... Well, it's different. It's hard to explain. Hard to talk about how it affected him too.

On his feet now Mini races ahead to catch up with Reeve, walking quite comfortably next to Reeve now that he's so much larger. At a foot and a half, when running, he can almost keep up with Reeve's careful strides.

"Scotch tends to be my poison of choice, if you've an abundant supply."

"Abundant? Sorry, it didn't occur to me to pack the bar on my way here," Tony laughed and stepped around Mini as he went to flank Reeve from the other side. In another life, Tony would have taken that as an invitation to immediately turn them around as he slipped an arm around Reeve's waist, ready to call Cayde for any supply he could provide, but that hadn't really been what Tony meant this time. He urged Reeve forward toward the sound of the water instead, muttering, "I appreciate the reminder that you have impeccable taste, but, listen, if you keep this up, I'll have no choice but to fall in love. Please, save us both the embarrassment, try to slip in a bad quality once in a while. You like Tolkien, don't you?" Tony didn't wait for an answer, not really expecting Reeve to understand the reference, and pinched Reeve's chin in his free hand to draw him close to Tony's offer against his ear, "You were supposed to tell me what you wanted me to do to you."

"I don't know, Tony. You do not strike me as the type to fall in anything more than lust. Or perhaps trouble," Reeve dismisses. Though the Tolkien thing just earns a confused look. Which is really all he should need to say 'I have no idea what you're talking about.

But the getting stopped, that earns a different look entirely. One of amusement.

"I want you to unhand me, just long enough for us to go around this bend and enter the hotsprings, which is just around it. I want you to pick out a lovely little pool, and perhaps help a poor, old man disrobe. And then I might entertain the idea of seeing just how creative you get."

The accusation had Tony gasping his indignation, only to raise his chin as though Reeve had bestowed on him a badge of honour for his service. Weren't those more fun in the long run? Tony was a philanthropist. His hands were off of Reeve and snapped behind his back obediently at the first order, though he kept bowed close to press a wet kiss to Reeve's neck before he dragged himself away with a lopsided grin to saunter dutifully in the indicated direction. He only unhooked his wrist from behind his back as he came around to see the hotsprings, slowly coming to a stop at the edge of a pool with his restless fingers working idly at the air before settling over his heart together. Wow. He hadn't realized just how bleak this place had been until then.

"The private pools can be even more beautiful," Reeve says as he joins Tony. Mini-C isn't with him, left behind. Reeve immediately shed his coat, folding it and leaving it on a rock. His shoes came off to leave by them. As well as his belt. Then he's moving on as well, unbuttoning his shirt as he goes, skirting around the large pool and toward a side tunnel.

"This way."

And he lets his shirt fall behind him as he goes.

It was hard to look away, but the sound of Reeve's belt did it and Tony was quickly back on track, sparing the second it took to rush out of his own shoes to leave with Reeve's but not lingering any longer as his shirt hit the floor. "I thought I was supposed to help," he complained, but he got the message loud and clear, he wasn't moving fast enough, and Tony skipped quickly after Reeve over the wet rocks to catch up. They weren't in a place familiar to him and he was relying on Reeve to lead them through the warren, but he didn't want to lose his creative control over this. As soon as he saw his chance, Tony's hands were back on Reeve, smoothing up the muscles of his lower back that he had taunted Tony with to feel their way back down Reeve's stomach and capture him by the fly as Tony nuzzled into his shoulder.

"You were supposed to shed your clothes and then be creative. I didn't say anything about you having earned the chance to take my clothes off."

As he says this he's caught by Tony's hands, and his lips. It earns an amused noise. And perhaps a pleased sigh.

"But I suppose I can allow you the indulgence this time. As a pre-emptive thank you for services rendered."

If Reeve was trying to put him off balance, Tony had to admit it did get a little under his skin, a spark of hesitation staying his hands until he was allowed. He pressed his weight against Reeve's back as he tickled his lips up Reeve's neck to insist against his ear, "You should be more clear with your instruction." With the buttons quickly open under Tony's fingers, he stepped back to touch his forehead to Reeve's shoulder again as he slid the touch along Reeve's waistband to find his skin and watch down his back as he pushed the clothes out of the way.

Consider the being off balance a minor revenge for all the times that Tony had left him shocked since they had met. At last Reeve had found his footing once again, so to speak, and he was enjoying himself and their play of give and take.

"And here I thought you were experienced enough to know how to read between lines, Stark," he counters, tilting his neck to the side, baring it for more attention should Tony wish to pay it.

The light touches, the exploration of Tony's fingers as he pushed clothing down would normally have drawn a shiver from Reeve, but the steam rising from the nearby pool just about drive away that instinct.

"How quick are your fingers, I wonder."

Tony could read that line well enough, anyway, and was happy to oblige with another constellation of light kisses scattered between Reeve's shoulder and the curve of his jaw despite a grumble of displeasure at this game Reeve had proposed. Tony's patience was already tenuous under normal circumstances, practically translucent here and ready to tear under the first inviting touch; anything but a firm rule was going to be untenable.

The skim of Tony's knuckles up Reeve's back was still gentle, as was the curl of his palm around the curve of Reeve's ass until he showed Reeve how deft his fingers were with a pinch to the crease where the cheek met his thigh, giving his shoulder a nudge. "Get in the water, old man," Tony laughed. Tony didn't have nearly as much clothes to shed, quickly peeling off his vest and hesitating just long enough that he thought he had Reeve's attention to push his loose pants more incrementally down his hips before letting them drop to kick away.

Reeve finished by shedding his socks before he finally slipped into the water. There's a soft hiss of pleasure as the water flows over him, relieving some of the tension in his muscles.

"You're still joining me, young man?"

"Nothing? Come on," Tony chided for the apparent complete ineffectiveness of his performance, hands up in disbelief that his careful sculpting work could be so coldly ignored, but he really didn't need the encouragement to get into the pool. Fine, Reeve wasn't going to go easy on him, he could still figure out this puzzle. He didn't hesitate to dunk his head under the water as he floated his way into the pool, scrubbing his hands through his hair to comb the forge out of it before surfacing for a deep breath and a sigh dripping against Reeve's shoulder, crowding him back against the rocks. It didn't seem like this stroll was for exercise, so relaxation it was; Tony smoothed his hands up Reeve's arms under the water to pass them back over his shoulders and press slowly down his back, seeking out the knots that were keeping him so frosty while Tony held his gaze, searching for a reaction.

He is most definitely a sight to be seen. But Reeve didn’t want to give that away so easily. His glances are there, they’s just… fleeting. Like he dare not admit how much he enjoyed the sight. But yes, there is a bit more of eyes skirting over Tony’s skin as the man came into the water. And when Tony surfaced once more he smiles and was happy to be pushed back against the rocks. And he grinned at it, grinned at the touches. IT felt so good.

“You have very talented hands, Tony. Very, very talented hands.”

"Mm-hmm..." Tony hummed slowly, low in his chest and close enough that Reeve could feel it. It was far from the first or last time Tony would be treated to that compliment (occasionally a condemnation), but he knew he was supposed to be reading between the lines here. It occurred to him then, head tilting at the way Reeve watched him and easily let him guide them, to ask, "Are you nervous?" Reeve's confident proposition had suggested otherwise, but he had made it very clear to Tony that he was out of practice the first time they spoke, and didn't seem to know what to do with his own hands. It wasn't meant to be an accusation, Tony assured him with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and he was happy to indulge the indirect suggestions, bracing his knees on the stone around Reeve's hips to keep him close and free his talented hands to curl one around the back of Reeve's neck and skim the other between them to take Reeve in a loose fist.

"A little," he admits, his voice a gasp as Tony's hand closes around him. His teeth catch at his own lip, and perhaps with a bit too much force, but it will be fine. "I haven't been with anyone in years."

But that didn't mean he didn't know what to do. With Tony's hand now occupied, his hands reach for Tony's back, stroking up and down it, his nails coming into play to scratch lightly over skin.

Solving at least part of this puzzle made Tony breathe a laugh and nod his thanks for the honesty, considering now what to do with it. He took his time, working the tension from Reeve's neck with his thumb, hold around his length between them more delicate still, withdrawing at the gasp, explorative touch working more methodically to find what exactly had made Reeve bite his lip so quickly. That was Tony's answer, and he couldn't keep his smile from being too wicked, barely managing a teasing pitying, as he asked, "Should I handle you like a virgin then?"

That much earns a bit of an eye roll from Reeve. There was definitely something to be said about not being treated in such a way. All it meant was that he was, well, more reactive than he might otherwise be. Of course it took some serious focus to keep from gasping at the lightness of the exploratory touch. What a man, clearly meant to drive him mad.

“Treat me like an experienced older man who is just sensitive. How hopes to have something a bit more than just a teasing hand.”

That was almost the reaction Tony was hoping for; he was going to push harder to find the limits of Reeve's patience. He still looked dangerously smug at the eye roll. "All of that experience isn't going to do either of us any good," he said as he slipped the hand up the back of Reeve's neck to curl his fingers in the short hair there, not quite pulling but coaxing his head back into Tony's hand to break any meaningful look he thought he could shoot Tony to shut him up, and expose the column of his throat to the cool air of the cave, "if you blow your load too fast." Since he asked so nicely, though, and it was on him now to prove Tony wrong, Tony wasn't going to deny either of them the pleasure of a firmer grip stroked up Reeve's cock, Tony's own breath stuttering briefly where he bowed against Reeve's neck as his thumb mapped the head. In the trail of licking kisses down the hollows of Reeve's throat, he muttered, "It's okay, you know, happens to plenty of guys, I'm sure," the hard press of his teeth betraying his grin.

Really? Did Tony think so low of him, or perhaps so highly of Tony’s own skill. What a pest. Reeve would shake his head, were it not for the fingers curled into his hair. Sure it would be nice to feel the tug of Tony’s figures against the hair, but not everyone was so amused by partners who enjoyed a touch of roughness. No, instead he lets his head be coaxed back, having it rest heavily in Tony’s palm.

“It’s more a problem in younger men who don’t know how to last,” Reeve counters, even if his hips are rolling a bit into that touch. It’s a good touch, if vaguely less satisfying than it could be. Sure, the water provides ease of movement and reduced friction, but also reduced sensitivity. Such is life.

Of course, instead of coming more to his own defense, he lets his hands drag more firmly down Tony’s back, fingers curling to let the very short, blunt edges of his nails barely start to scrape along skin.

“Keep talking and I might think there isn’t much skill the words.”

Reeve was unflappable, it was like trying to rile up a brick wall and Tony was already laughing at the sound of his dependably even voice before he had to process anything Reeve was actually saying. There had to be an angle, Tony just hadn't found it yet. He gave a reciprocal warning nip to the soft skin under Reeve's jaw for trying to turn the game back on him, pushing his shoulders back and drawing his back long under the scrape of Reeve's nails, letting their drag set the unhurried pace of Tony's hand working between them. "Give me a break," he chuckled again, the sound a sigh against Reeve's skin until Tony could tear his mouth away and lift his head with a hungry stare at the line of Reeve's collar that he had to blink away to remember what he was saying. It hadn't been years for Tony, sure that had to be unhealthy for a human and he would have expired long before that, but a couple of months was enough to put him on edge and he didn't have nearly the kind of trust Reeve had put in him to admit as much. Voice low, he said, "Maybe I just think you should take your time and relax, you don't look like you've been treating yourself well."

Oh, he's totally flappable. But right now, he thinks they both need him to be unflappable. Right? Maybe. Maybe not.

But there it was, the angle. Despite his previous attempts to control the noises he's making, he moans lightly at the nip. The teeth are so good.

"I treat myself well enough to function," Reeve counters. "Something tells me you behave much like myself, but with a touch more hedonism."

That was interesting, that was the most feedback Tony had been able to pick up on so far. He slid his hand delicately from cradling Reeve's head to lay along his neck and push his thumb along that sensitive spot under his chin, watching closely for another reaction with his other hand slowing to focus on the touch. When that didn't produce the same results, Tony gave a hum of understanding as he leaned close again, starting soft with butterfly kisses followed by the sweep of his thumb continuing down Reeve's throat as he gently coaxed his palm between Reeve's thighs under the water. "A touch, please," he purred, "This is the most hedonistic I've been since I got here, you're the only one with the balls," he wasn't above giving them a tug, "to indulge me. I think we're even. Do you want to make it a challenge?" Still holding him against his palm, Tony pressed a finger between his thighs and scraped his teeth along the joint of his shoulder.

The thumb definitely doesn't earn a reaction, and when he hears the hum of understanding, Reeve half expects everything to stop. Instead he finds Tony leaning in again. What now? Other than the simple, slowly building pleasure of the hand working over him there isn't much going...

But then Tony's hand is roving more, and Reeve spreads his thighs just a bit to accommodate it. Which of course makes it that much easier for Tony to do what he wished.

"If you haven't touched anyone here yet, I imagine it's because you haven't been trying," Reeve counters, rocking his hips up into Tony's grip, hoping the man might give him more of the friction. In fact, his own hand comes down under the water, reaching out to find and grip Tony's own length with a firm, sure grip. Maybe if he gets Tony more worked up, he can get some more sensation for himself.

"Challenge how?" he asks, only to lose the words in a pleased sigh at the drag of teeth.

"Oh, I've been trying, but it really takes an expert here to set the mood," Tony grinned, bumping his nose to Reeve's chin appreciatively despite what sounded like a solid attempt to insult his game. Reeve clearly figured out he was flirting well enough to call him up here, what did he think Tony was doing this whole time? The hand he held along Reeve's neck plunged down his chest under the water to catch the wrist throwing him off track, not to coax him away but tense eagerly as Tony gathered his breath to mutter, "Are you sure?" before he got too far and lost his nerve to touch Tony again and leave him aching, hoping Reeve would tell him he had just finally found what it took to warm him up. Tony curled his fingers between his legs, digging his nails into the plush give of the skin at the back of his thigh and dragging them toward himself and up the delicate cut of Reeve's hip, chasing that sigh.

It had been evident quite quickly the sort of flirt Tony was. How had others not seen it? Even Reeve, who could be rather dense, had noticed. Or perhaps people had been politely ignoring it. Either way Reeve hardly cares about their loss at this moment.

"If I wasn't certain, Tony, would I have invited you here? And in case you are uncertain of the answer, it's no. I would have told you of it, given you directions, and left you to figure out where it was on your own. So could we both admit this is something we want, like mature adults, and enjoy it?"

The words came just as those nails dug in, and thus finished with a hiss of pleasure, and Reeve's hips bucking up more. Clearly a spike of pleasure, and he was eager for more.

"If the water isn't your taste, there's... there's soft moss around this pool."

Which was why he had chosen it.

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c/w: naked men enjoying each other

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