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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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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.

Tony was about to argue he thought he had made it pretty clear that he was here to serve at Reeve's pleasure, he wasn't the one being shy about it, but grinned and started to chuckle instead at that delicious hiss. See, they were already enjoying it, Reeve didn't have to challenge him about it. "Sor-ry, I didn't realize I was boring you, I've got it now," he promised brightly. He was going to do his best, anyway, not particularly sadistically experienced, but he could figure out rougher, faster when he heard it. He took the suggestion as a request and nodded as imperiously as he could manage, still not feeling like his Reeve impersonation was hitting after the attempt and biting back another laugh as he scooped Reeve up around his thighs to lift him easily out of the water. It wasn't as easy as Tony climbed up out of the pool, but he didn't have far to go and kept Reeve from squirming too much and making it hard on him with a warning slap to the meat of his thigh that he could reach.

"A challenge," he reminded Reeve, voice a growl of effort as he tried not to drop him too quickly as he knelt on the moss, "to our, maybe, baser instincts." If they were both guilty of overworking themselves and obviously neither of them were managing the proper play balance, they could keep each other under pressure. "For every all nighter you want to pull..." he proposed, twisting a freed hand as he developed this solid plan, "you've got to get your dick sucked first." Torturous, he knew.

Of the things he was expecting from Tony, that level of strength wasn't it. Sure, he's been picked up by other people before, but the being manhandled like this earns a very pleased noise. Such a pleased noise.

But the offered plan earns a laugh, loud and quite pleased. And oh so amused.

"Your plan is a beautiful one, with great aspirations. But here's the issue. There are few all nighters I want to pull. They just happen. Otherwise I'd call your plan a master stroke."

Yes, he means the double meaning there.

That was a wrench that Tony couldn't ignore, knowing full well he had been taken by surprise by too many sunrises to think his proposal could be a viable arrangement. That noise Reeve had made could offer a solution, though, and Tony tested it as he sunk down to his heels on the moss, coaxing Reeve gently by instinct to stay close and turn his back to him before remembering his role again-- right, that-- and reached for Reeve's arm to tug him more firmly and twist faster to jerk back against Tony's chest between his knees. Reeve's arm was barred across the front of him, restricted in the crook of Tony's elbow as he curled his hold around Reeve's opposite shoulder, hand behind his neck in a hold that kept Reeve from being able to fully relax down without stretching his shoulder. "A punishment, then," Tony corrected in his ear, a tender purr as his free hand smoothed down Reeve's flank. "What does that look like?"

If he only asked, Reeve would be quite content to tell Tony that there was no obligation to go the distance of making it sting, of making him feel restrained. Not that it isn't nice, isn't insanely arousing. But one didn't get to be his age, all jokes aside, without learning to be flexible with a lover. Then again, perhaps this is just Tony exercising the same consideration. Therefore, he will not judge. Merely moan, his hips jerking in the cool air, desperately seeking friction that will not come.

"Time with you is never a punishment," Reeve counters, but his voice wavers some, shivers. The attention is definitely breaking down his restraint. "Positive reinforcement teaches better. Rewards for good behavior and the like."

Of course Tony was happy to indulge him, the moan enough to make his own breath hitch and press his tongue to his teeth, smile spreading at the frayed edges finally creeping into Reeve's voice. That triumph had his hand stilling on Reeve's belly, holding him steady for Tony to press himself to Reeve's back and shamelessly rut against him with his own shudder and doting murmur he tried to press into Reeve's neck. "Now we're lying to each other?" he managed to laugh eventually, under no illusions that his company was easy, and let his grin bite blindly into the skin of Reeve's neck, scraping down to his shoulder. He wasn't sure if denial was Reeve's game, too, but it wasn't one he could maintain, fingers already flexing eagerly by then and sliding down to wrap around him again to stroke in time with another roll of his hips. Leaving an apologetic kiss where the red scratch of his teeth ended at Reeve's shoulder, he said, "So, what, you're going to call me after a good night's sleep?" Giving a squeeze to his braced arm to pull it tighter, Tony nosed Reeve's jaw to coax his head to the side, a long stretch of his neck for Tony to growl darkly against it, "Tony," not mimicking Reeve this time but a scratchy, hungry burr, "I just had the best dream where you fucked me into the mattress and I'm rock hard already, do you have breakfast plans?"

"Not lying," Reeve counters. "Time with you is never dull."

Okay, so maybe he was annoyed at the whole conversation over Mini-C, but he had considered even their wandering to try and solve his pain problem was fine. He did enjoy Tony's company. Moreso with the bite.

The stroking earns another gasp and his hips jerking forward, seeking the friction.

"You're not nearly as funny as you think," he groans, and he pushes back against Tony, seeking to grind against him. He's not the only one that should feel good right now. "You could always come by. Check in on me at night. Distract me. My door is open for you.

That assurance was about the nicest thing anyone had said to Tony since arriving here. Not even the dig at his sense of humour could stop Tony from starting to giggle, losing his already weak grasp on the domineering character he thought he was working on to release Reeve's arm and pillow his fall as Tony tipped them over into the moss, unable to get any closer to Reeve and trying to reach for more of him all at once instead to polish with affection. Tony kissed his way down Reeve's shoulder from there, nuzzling under his arm to persuade Reeve to twist toward him and nip across his chest, murmuring all the while without trying to hide it anymore, "How have you kept anyone's hands off of you? You're exquisite. If you don't lock that door, I'll be there every night, I could find something new to admire for the next six months and not get bored..." He had wound his leg around Reeve's to pull him over, and cut himself off with a moan as he pressed against Reeve's hip that made him start to laugh again, reminded sharply of desperate fumbling in college and how obviously starry eyed he must have been to the people who let him grind against them then. He wasn't going to be able to convince himself much had changed if he kept talking, so he put his mouth to better use against Reeve's skin and tried to keep him distracted in the warm massage of his fist.

It's like everything changes in a second, and frankly? Reeve doesn't mind at all. He loves the amusement that is suddenly brought into it, and the touches feel so much more honest like this. It's like Tony had been holding back, and faced with the man as he really was, Reeve was far more excited. So he forgives the man for letting him fall, doesn't mind rolling when prompted, and presses eagerly up into the attention of that mouth, even as his fingers curl in Tony's hair.

"I'm told I'm either too boring, or too invested in my work," Reeve offers as an explanation. And he tries quite hard to hide the redness to his cheeks at the suggestion he was exquisite. No one has said that of him in a very, very long time.

"If this place has its way, you'll have more than six months, but boredom migth come anyway."

That said, he does end up rather distracted with the attention of Tony's hand. If there was one thing that should be appreciated about electrical engineers, it was how good they could get with their hands.

Minerva help him, he wasn't going to last long like this, no matter how much he wanted to. Already the motion of Tony's hand was getting so much easier from Reeve's own pre, and that added it's own wonder.

"You've gotta move, Tony. I want my hand on you too."

Reeve seemed to be trying to convince Tony he was boring, which made him grumble in protest then lick the peak of Reeve's nipple between his teeth for a punishing drag before he drew away. If boredom was how Reeve was being told people reacted to him, that could only mean they were having a difficult time keeping up or gave up on trying to entertain him too quickly. Not that it was an easy task, but definitely a gratifying one, and as much as Tony whined his displeasure with the idea of relinquishing his position, he wasn't about to disregard the order. He rolled onto his back with a pathetic sigh of loss, tugging Reeve along with the arm still tucked under him and bringing the other hand to his mouth, where he waited until he thought he had Reeve's attention again for a luxurious lap of his tongue across the taste of Reeve on his palm, from the heel of his hand to a lingering suck on the pad of his thumb.

"You're such a showman," Reeve groaned. And that was damn hot to see the man show no shame at all. And it's beautiful.

"I could spend so long just looking at you like that."

He shivers and then his own hand is moving between them, gripping Tony and starting to stroke him as well. If nothing else, he clearly knows what he's doing, because he's got the right grip, he's moving at a slow, teasing pace, and he makes sure his quick, clever fingers pay special attention to the tip on every up stroke.

"Even if you don't show up in my room, I know I'll find myself thinking what might happen if you did."

He was right, this was much better than eagerly grinding against Reeve like he was in heat and Tony knew full well he wasn't about to learn anything from that and would be fumbling around impatiently again the next chance he got. For now, his head tipped back with a purr, whole body rolling up shamelessly into Reeve's touch to urge him faster as Tony passed his palm down Reeve's back to find a handful of his ass and pull him closer into Tony's other, spit-slicked fist between them. His toes already curled, twitching and hot and easily enthralled by Reeve's affection still, squirming at the warmth in his voice. The giddy laughed returned before Tony could make himself pant, "You better start at your desk with your cock already out for me to find you."

"Note to self. Get a desk."

The words are more a laugh than anything else, because he can't manage the straight face right now, not with Tony pulling him close, not with the heat of his hand, not with the eagerness of the other body. Yes, it's been far too long since he's been with anyone, and Tony is... ideal. Smart, handsome, arrogant. If only he was also very dangerous.

"Tony, I... fuck," he pants, thrusting eagerly, pulling himself closer, putting his face right against Tony's neck as he kept thrusting and found himself getting closer and closer. "Faster, please."

With the giggle still caught in his throat from Reeve's reply, Tony readily started to laugh again at Reeve's muttering and breathed, "I'm trying," scrambling eagerly for more friction of his own with an ankle hooked around the back of Reeve's leg and knee pressing closed to try to feel more of him, nails scratching up his back to pull his chest closer, then in his hair to hold him against Tony's shoulder. If he felt any shame for finishing first after all of his teasing and handling of Reeve, Tony's indulgent moans that echoed around the caves didn't show it, bubbling laugh gone and his ankle digging roughly into Reeve's thigh as he tensed. His unrepentant murmuring only stopped abruptly as his hand jumped from Reeve's hair to bite down hard on his knuckle, trying to keep his focus and grasp on Reeve.

The good news is that Tony doesn't have very long to worry about beating Reeve to the punch. In the end, though, he's following Tony shortly, his breath hitching as a final thrust has him spilling all over Tony's hand, and in between them. There's not much more noise than that, but he's never been noisy in that specific manner.

He's left panting and breathing heavily, his head spinning, and he giggles faintly when it's all over. Laughter may have fallen off for Tony, but it's building for Reeve. The relaxation that came with the floodgates finally opening, and he laughs.

"Fuck," Reeve chuckles, his hand coming off of Tony. His clean hand reaches up to stroke the man's hair. "That was most definitely lovely."

Tony had barely caught his breath, his whole body relaxed down into the moss or against Reeve's side still in a way that he wasn't willing to let go of yet, his knuckle out of his mouth to press to his brow and shield his eyes shut against the imposition of a less comfortable reality while his tongue idly worried his red bitten lip. The return of his laugh shocked him out of this repose, in no way prepared for 'most definitely lovely' and without the biting energy to tease Reeve for that one. It took him a few more breaths to gather it before he was trying to push himself up on his elbows, crowding Reeve back but keeping a hand lightly on his side so he didn't go far and Tony could nuzzle along his cheek, then pause before their lips met, realizing they hadn't really shared a kiss yet. "So when am I going to see this work?" he muttered instead, the first thing that came to mind in a panic.

A kiss. There had been a reason he had been dodging that. IT would speak to affection, and something told him that such a thing wouldn't be offered to him. But he takes the kiss anyway, because it feels good. Especially after this.

"When there are lights. Which I'll happily send you back to working on. After we clean you off in the water and I work some tension out of your shoulders. Then I'll escort you back and see if I can't help you and anyone else there in getting this all fixed up. And you're always welcome to come see all of my work. I told you. My door is open to you."

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