revivalproject | delivery

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delivery

WHO: Tony Stark, Cloud Strife, technically open if you want to hang
WHERE: The forge? I don't know the structure of this post eludes me, it might be just network, I might just be setting up a bunch of interactions for Cloud to have with everyone else like a benevolent god
WHAT: Tony's been making things and has packages for Reeve, Tommy, Sansa and Jon, and he's not doing all of that walking himself.
WARNINGS: It is genuinely not my fault that all of Tony's posts are horny and you should just expect it now.

a text to Cloud

hey

where are you?

you want a job, right?

Come to the forge.

Outside of the forge, sitting in front of the closed door very pointedly, were five lumpy bundles, the wrapping of these clearly not Tony's strong suit. One of them seemed to be just in a big leaf. They were all labled with thin tags of impressed aluminum tied or just placed on top for Cloud to figure out where they were supposed to go with just a name-- the rest, like who any of these people were and where to find them, was Cloud's job to figure out, apparently.

At least one of them should have been pretty easy.

C L O U D
It was...a chocobo? Or how Tony remembered a chocobo looking from the glance at it in Reeve's memory. Small, grey and surprisingly heavy, it wound up to go bouncing away on weirdly articulated legs. Did Tony think he was paying Cloud?

R E E V E
It's a head.
This might be what Tony thought a cat skull looked like. It wasn't much like the design he had left for Mini-C's skeletal structure in Reeve's sketchbook, he obviously had some time, and the obsessive insomnia turned to 11 after the sleep glut and nowhere to pour his creative energy, to take a more detailed turn, and he would have used the energy to make more of the structure but they were still tight on materials. What he did make was a few servos, dangling from the skull shape like a disembodied nerve system, and a prototype pair of hands tucked safely into the dome, too delicate to be very useful to Mini, but responding to their programming housed in the skull. The systems were done, was the point.

T O M M Y
Was this what he meant by hydroponics? It wasn't like Tony had managed to miss that bit of drama on the network. It wasn't assembled, a bunch of disparate pieces that didn't come with instructions, but a note that only read 'you need a tube'.

S A N S A
This bundle had a pair of brass combs in it, stamped, much like the labels on the packages, with roses. If Sansa hadn't figured out how to keep her hair from being a mess, maybe this would be a reminder.

J O N
A very tiny little knot of a rag, about as big as the label that sat under it, and felt light enough to be empty.
It seemed to only contain a gold chain.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

That's it?

[All that for a ruler?]

I'll get you set up, you're going to be drowning in compasses or whatever. Where are you guys getting paper?

You... actually want to know what I need?

[Reeve glances back at him and looks shocked.]

I thought you meant... It doesn't matter what I thought you meant. Uh. Yes. I can probably create a list of needful tools and the like. As for paper, I spent much of my budget on Risa on paper and writing impliments.

[The glasses are doing their job and hiding Tony's expression, but he raises he eyebrows enough to peek over them at Reeve's shock. What did he think Tony was for?]

Barbaric. You'll get the computer soon enough, you can use my design programs, you're quick.

[Paper is, arguably, easier to make. Tony isn't volunteering to start pulping, though, he'd rather burn his fingers off.]

[Tony was for... a lot more than item requests.]

I'll try and learn them. But a computer would be more than sufficient for now. I should be able to wire a compatible power crystal system for anything you make.

Replicator first.

[If Reeve's making power system. There's a hierarchy to be observed here, and those coffee beans are going to run out eventually.]

You'd like Asgard. Magic and technology, barely distinguishable.

[Replicator first. He has to agree there. Reeve curves their path past the fountain. They're close now.]

Wait... magic and technology, I've heard of that together before. Maybe I have heard of Asgard. There was a man in the last place I was who might well have fit that description.

[Tony starts to laugh, yeah, where could Reeve have heard that before?, with a questioning look down at Mini, only Reeve doesn't seem to be joking.]

You do get around. Did you swap tips?

[Listen, that world had so many people in it.]

It was at speed dating, in the village before this. But I can't place the name of the man. Oh well, it's not important.

[He turns left at the hotel and there it is, they're moving to the door of a building that Reeve pushes open. The space is cluttered with tables and chairs, and scattered about them are papers of all sorts, pieces of rubble and building material for him to figure out the composition of, and many other sundry items. There's impressively a table with space clear on it, but Reeve ignores even that, heading right for the door into another room]

Make yourself at home. This is a public space.

[Which of course means his sketch books aren't here.]

Speed dating...?

[Tony's understanding of what exactly Reeve had been doing in this other place is clearly skewed, but he doesn't really pursue it, glancing around quickly to take in the esteemed offices of the Something Rebuilding Reuse Recycle Project Department. He had been under the impression they were moving to a more private space, which he has to assume that door Reeve is beelining for is, so Tony is fast to slip Mini to the floor and push his glasses back up onto his head.]

Go play in traffic.

[It's said with as much love as possible for Mini to make himself scarce as Tony follows Reeve to catch him in the doorway, semi-private, not outside anyway, to press a kiss to his lips for the compliments. He leans back against the doorframe then, inviting Reeve to carry on with a wry smile.]

[Well, mini doesn't need told twice. He runs back outside to go explore. And Reeve, more thinking about how he needed to head out to the fountain to get water, stops when Tony's there, catching him up. Oh. His eyes flutter shut for a moment over the kiss. After a moment he has to stop, take a deep breath, he opens his mouth and smiles back at Tony.]

I was going to get my pitcher to get water to heat for coffee, but if you'd prefer I could... show you my press first.

[Which clearly means more than that, given Reeve's reaching out to curl his fingers into Tony's shirt, pulling him forward into another kiss. Mentally he's trying to remember if there is anything scattered about his space that he could trip over if he tried to drag Tony with him through the more public room of his residence, and through to the bedroom.]

Yeah...?

[He's laughing, but he's glad to be saved from trying to come up with what 'show you my press' could mean for them by Reeve's interruption, bracing him gently around the waist and parting his lips with an inviting flick--]

Show you my grind, that would have been good, you missed the shot.

I don't do terrible pick up lines normally.

[Hadn't Tony seen how horrible he was at that? But Reeve smirks and instead of taking that inviting flick of an open mouth, he pulls Tony backwards with him.]

Come in here, I keep the press away from the public spaces.

[Or he'll have to keep Tony's mouth far too busy making other noises to sass him.]

[Tony happily follows as though enchanted, plucking one of Reeve hands from his shirt to draw around him and bring them closer so Tony can steal kisses across his smooth cheek, appreciating some fine handiwork.]

This place does seem like a real hotspot, can't be too careful. Is that the plan, regular team meetings, do I get a desk out there?

[Definite find handiwork. Could rub that smooth cheek over all sorts of things and give no beard burn. They'll have to test.]

If people want to meet here, then I'm okay with that. You can have a desk too. For whatever purpose you want. But I keep mine in my bedroom.

[Of course he put a table in his bedroom as a desk. The room has four things. A bed, a table, a chair, and a stand to put his clothes in. It's utilitarian. But it's far away, and Reeve's just busy reaching past Tony to push the door closed.]

You're not thirsty for coffee, are you?

[It might be sparse, but its much more homey than the ashy floor that Tony's gathered a nest on next to where he dumps his scraps, making him lean back against the door in hesitation and feeling sure he shouldn't be touching anything in here until he's cleaned himself up better than a quick wash of his hands. Except for Reeve himself, who he tugs closer with a smile for that strict organizational instinct in him that had him straightening a proper home to file himself away appropriately.]

Listen, you don't...

[Tony doesn't really know what he's dissuading; Reeve has made it clear what he is interested in, this isn't a hardship for him. Tony's intentions might not have been obvious, though, and he thinks he might have been more comfortable trying to untangle the mystery of Reeve's life than talk through anything like this. Try again:]

I just wanted you to know that I appreciate...you.

[Did he take his glasses off? He took them off. What an idiot.]

[Appreciate...? Reeve raises an eyebrow at that. That was... as awkwardly said as Cloud asking for help ever was. Which tells Reeve one thing: that he thinks there was more Tony wanted to say. Things he didn't know how to say. Which, he supposed, he could live with. So he leans forward to kiss Tony, a soft, lingering thing before he pulls away from Tony and lets his hands go to Tony's waist.]

What if you were to just stand there and... appreciate me appreciating you?

[With that he lets his fingers skirt the edge of Tony's pants. An offer, because he's not certain saying it out loud will get him any further.]

[He's not completely convinced that Reeve understands, making him cautiously watchful through the kiss, but it's gentle enough to be reassuring, and he tips his head back against the door with a sigh then a chuckle at Reeve's offer.]

What part of this got you all bothered? I swear, last time was like a test, was it the multiverse stuff? That does it for you? I'll bring diagrams next time I'm over.

[He's not sure how comfortable he is with just standing there, he's trying to tell Reeve he's not ignoring him when Reeve is being nice to him, after all, but isn't exactly going to turn him down, either; he's tense and restless, one hand gathering and smoothing the fabric of Reeve's shirt on his shoulder.]

[No, he doesn't. But neither of them are the best at communication related to this.]

Got me all bothered? I seem to remember you being the one to start this. But I suppose certain types of diagrams are attractive.

[His hands move upward, smoothing over Tony's stomach.]

We can just have coffee, if you want. Just say the word.

[Good, he made it weird, great. Is touching Tony's stomach like that supposed to be deescalating? Because Tony's muscles are twitching and he raises a hand to his lips to zip them closed, sealed, not a single word here, except of course he's immediately talking already.]

Keep it on the table, though, we'll cycle back around to it.

[Both of Tony's hands to Reeve's hair to coax him back into a kiss, more insistent than the hurried press of his lips that Tony had apparently started this with, so, okay, Reeve wasn't getting it, but Tony can keep trying, all over him, ideally.]

[Today, apparently, was Reeve's turn to be confused. But it's a concern he lets melt away at the insistence of that kiss. He meets it with his own need, parting his lips for Tony as his hands curled around the dirty shirt the other wore and started to pull him backwards. Keep it on the table, was it? Reeve would be happy to show him a table then.]

Tables are good. Very good.

[Tony is eagerly following again, one hand staying in Reeve's hair to try to keep him steady and the other dropping to his hip to better measure his step so Tony can stay close and not let Reeve break the kiss, but this isn't nearly as easy as he would like it to be and pretty quickly he's laughing at Reeve's progressively well documented fantasy.]

I feel like you've been wanting something from me, I'm having trouble pinning it down...

[Lifting him up off of his feet with an arm around his waist will solve the problem, but before Tony captures his lips again he has a strained question.]

Quick, where're we going, this will get embarrassing fast.

[Really? Had the wanting something from Tony not been apparent? Well, then he should spell it out, he supposes. In the distraction to Tony's words, Reeve finds himself bumping back against the table in the room. Just the corner of it, which makes him curse. He'd been aiming to get them around it to find the low mattress just inside the door beside the table. But he supposes he has to answer, right?]

I've been wanting you Tony, since the hot spring. This is me asking, and pointing out there's a bed not two feet away from us.

[Had he hauled a mattress from a ship to make his space here more comfortable? Absolutely. He'll take it back when the ships are needed.]

From there I had intentions on my mouth finding its way about you. I'd leave whether it would be slow and thorough or quick and desperate up to you. Beyond there my brain hasn't managed to process yet.

[Tony laughs an apology for the table corner, then keeps giggling as Reeve seems to miss the joke, that's okay, Tony could have been more explicit, as he catches Reeve behind the thigh to lift him up onto the edge of the table instead with Tony fit between his legs and his hold still under his knee, lifting it against Tony's waist.]

Should I have said, having trouble pinning you down? Or is that not going to work for you right now?

[With a far more careless kiss, letting his teeth graze Reeve's lip as he moves his attention across his jaw, Tony is nudging him back slightly to get him off balance.]

I think I've got the image, I should come in here in my suit, cold as ice--tell me more about your mouth, though, right now I'm thinking of splitting my investment.

[That's a lie, Tony's already rocking against him, he doesn't know how to be anything but quick and desperate. He doesn't even have the patience to open Reeve up in a fantasy.]

[Oh. Reeve's skin goes a bit red over Tony lifting him up. Damn, that is NEVER not going to be hot. He lets himself settle on the table and spreads his legs just a bit further apart, happy to make space for Tony.]

I think... I think I'd be quite easy to pin down when it's your strength behind it. Quite easy indeed.

[Reeve shudders at the image Tony is painting, leaning his head back and to the side to make his neck more accessible to the other. Which of course makes it that much easier for Tony to put him off balance, leaving Reeve to lean back, his hands snapping back to brace against the table. And he licks his lips as he looks at Tony.]

Diversifying investments is typically seen as positive. Mostly, though, I'd want my mouth following the lines of those muscles of yours. Every time you leave me shocked with your strength. It gets my heart racing.

[With that he lets himself lay back against the table, smiling at Tony as he does so, his own hands coming up to start unbuttoning his own shirt. Once he has some skin bared he lets his fingers run over it, slow and deliberate, trying to catch Tony's attention.]

I'd start here. Quick little things, with small bites after. The whole time wanting to do more, leave little marks like a chain of beads, trailing down your body.

[This time, Tony doesn't follow but he does pout then bite his lip for the loss of kissing his appreciation along Reeve's neck for the praise. He doesn't have to work for Tony's attention because he's already leaning over him on one hand and watching every move intently. This is an incredibly compelling case for slow and thorough, making Tony's breath hitch as though he could feel the tickle of Reeve's fingertips, tracking them hungrily along the exposed line of his collar and the centre of his chest.

He's slow to produce a counterpoint. And he has to soon, because he is itchingly aware that he's not letting Reeve get the shirt off of him.

His attention slides away to watch his own hand stroke up Reeve's thigh from his knee to tuck under the hem of his shirt and finally touch that skin Reeve is teasing him with, pushing the fabric up out of his way so it's easy to tug his pants open and drag them down.]

Keep going, I'm listening.

[He is not.]

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