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theres nothing that isnt sexy about waluigi

Tony had his head resting against Roddie's chest, an arm thrown across Roddie's waist, and he was thinking hard. Before they'd even met, Tony had made a series of assumptions about Roddie, mostly subscribing him to the romanticized bad boy with a heart of gold pirate character type. He'd realized soon after meeting Roddie that he was a real person and not a movie character, and some of his assumptions had melted away. Many of them stayed though, coloring his interactions with Roddie for months. Particularly the whole playboy thing, which had been dramatically disproved.

They'd been dating for months, now, and things were going great--amazing, actually--and ever since Tony's parents had attempted to arrest Roddie and the crew for kidnapping him, a situation which resulted in a reversal of their typical positions, and some very hot sex. That had been a month ago, and now Roddie took Tony's cock more than the other way around. Tony was reconsidering his estimation of Roddie's character again, because though he'd abandoned almost all of his assumptions, he'd not considered before how sensitive and emotional Roddie was, and how embarrassed and surprised he got when Tony said certain things--dirty things--in bed, or opted for certain acts.

The way Roddie presented himself and acted, he seemed self-assured and knowledgeable, but Tony had been seeing a softer side of him, the side that cried at the happy endings on romantic movies and came to Tony whispering I love you in his ear.

"Hey, so," Tony starts, pausing as he considers what he wants to ask, "That was really good." He kisses at Roddie's chest, referring to the sex they'd finished having about half an hour ago. Tony had taken Roddie on his back, and Roddie had come screaming. Tony bites his lip and then tilts his head so he can look Roddie in the eye, "You get... Really gratifyingly into it when we do it... that way round," Tony says finally, smiling a little.

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Roddie had his arm slung over Tony's shoulders, and he'd let his eyes fall shut, not quite drifting off, but feeling relaxed and contented enough to do so if he wanted. When Tony speaks he smiles a little, and cracks one eye open to look down at him.

"I, uh, yeah," he says, a hint of bashfulness in his voice, but he's all smiles, "It was really good, I'm...glad we've been doing it that way. It's...really, really nice."

He pulls Tony close enough to kiss the top of his head before rolling onto his side to face him, wiggling his body down until his face is at Tony's eye level. He takes Tony's hands, and pulls them to his mouth to kiss his fingers idly.

Tony laughs a little, a little bowled over by Roddie's affection, the blissful ease in his expression and face.

"Yeah," Tony says, smiling and blushing as Roddie kisses his fingers. That was another thing--the affection. It had taken all these months just for Tony to get used to receiving such large amounts of affection, and honestly he still wasn't quite used to it. He parents had never been big on affection, and even the several other relationships he'd been in seemed almost... businesslike, looking back at them now. None of them had ever held his hands so gently and kissed his fingers.

Tony's starting to wonder if the whole reason he's caught up in thinking about this so deeply is just that Roddie is far and away a better person than Tony has ever been involved with.

"Yeah, it is. You... surprise me so much, sometimes," Tony laughs breathlessly, feeling an unexpected rush of tender emotion towards Roddie and swallowing it back.

"Surprise you?" Roddie repeats questioningly, still smiling behind the hand he had pressed to his mouth as his head swims with affection.

"Good surprise you or bad surprise you?" he asks, laughing a little, "You mean, like, in sex ways? I mean...is it that shocking that I like...you know...you on top?"

He almost feels embarrassed as he gets the words out, but Tony was a safe and comfortable place, and they were alone, and he just found his smile growing wider.

Tony laughs, moving his fingers a little in Roddie's grip to stroke them over his lips.

"Definitely good surprise. And, well... sort of, yes. I mean, you surprise me in non-sexy ways as well, but in this instance, yes. You're... nothing like what I'm used to." Tony bites his lip, looking away, feeling like this conversation was steering towards uncomfortable emotion territory.

"I mean, I feel like you're going to tell me you've never given or gotten a blowjob in a public restroom," he says, laughing like it's ridiculous.

Roddie laughs in surprise and his eyes go wide, and it takes him several long moments to process what Tony said and what he was implying.

"That's...specific. Wait, are you saying...you...have done that?" he asks, gaping at him wide and pulling back a little bit, "I mean, I've...never, ever done that, I don't think I've even thought about...me, myself doing that before in...my whole life. Ever. Ever. Is that...have most people...done that? That's...wild, I-I didn't even know. Isn't that, like, germs?"

He could feel himself flushing a little as he babbled, and the embarrassment he felt at the fact that this was making him blush made him blush even more.

Tony gapes at Roddie, a flush creeping up on his cheeks when he realizes what Roddie's saying.

"I-I don't know, I assumed it was sort of, a thing, you know? I mean--I only did it once, and it was with my boyfriend at the time, we were--dancing at a bar, and we just kind of-- did it," Tony says, a little hysterically, unsure if this means Roddie is more virginal than Tony had ever thought, or if he's just more devious. The sex Tony'd had was unsatisfying, and he'd always assumed it was vanilla, but now he wasn't sure.

"It's, you know, a semipublic place so it's kind of--thrilling, you know?" Tony shrugs a little, and then a thought occurs to him, "Wait--so, have you never done anything like... even on your own? Like, sneaking off somewhere to jerk off?" Admittedly, Tony didn't have too much experience in that particularly category himself, but then before he'd come to live on Roddie's ship he rarely went somewhere that wasn't his apartment or his work. Roddie lived on a spaceship, and saw new an exciting places every day.

Roddie's eyes are still wide, and he shakes his head quickly.

"No, no," He stammers, "I mean. What do you mean, like...I've snuck off...to come here. To my room, uh. I've done it while other people on the ship were awake, does that count?"

He rubs his neck awkwardly, still feeling a great deal of warmth in his face.

"I, uh...I don't know. I did...in a hotel room once, I guess. I was...by myself, though, so that probably isn't...what you mean."

Tony looks disbelievingly at Roddie, his mouth hanging open, as he tries to sort through this information. Slowly, he starts to smile, feeling another rush of affection. That made it clear; Roddie really was just that virginal, and it was just about the cutest thing Tony had ever heard.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I swear, it's just," Tony leans in to peck Roddie on the lips, but something occurs to him before he goes on, "Wait a second, so have you never, like, jerked off in your captain's chair?"

Roddie's expression is one of utter confusion, but he returns the kiss when Tony leans in.

"Uhh...no, I haven't. Uh. Should I have? I mean -- I haven't ever even really...thought of that."

He swallows, and he's sure his eyes are bugging out of his head. He's so embarrassed he almost wishes he could sink into the floor, and, to his further mortification, his subconscious thoughts cause his implanted mask to close up around his face. He groans, turning his now metal plated face into the pillow.

Tony startles when Roddie's mask activates, and after the surprise passes he starts to laugh.

"Oh, Roddie, God," he says, giggling helplessly, his hands coming up to stroke over Roddie's neck and covered face, "I'm sorry, God, I didn't mean to embarrass you, baby, I'm sorry." He leans in to kiss at the metal covering Roddie's face, apologetically.

"But..." he says after a moment, when his giggles have died down, "Don't you think it'd be... Pretty hot? Captain." For the last word he waggles his eyebrows and drops his voice to something more intimate and sensual, smirking a little.

Roddie swallows, willing the mask to open back up.

"I-I, um -- yeah," he stammers with a laugh, less embarrassed now that Tony was clearly flirting with him instead of probing him about his incredibly tame sexual history, "I-I guess it...would be, but --"

His voice drops to something of a whisper, as though someone might hear him, even though they were alone.

"Couldn't, uh -- I mean, that seems...kinda public. Do you think, like...I dunno, someone could walk in on us?"

Tony is charmed by Roddie's whispering, and smirks at him as he leans in close to whisper back.

"Well, yeah, maybe. But that's what makes it fun, right? The danger?" Tony whispers and then laughs, a little surprised at such a cheesy line coming out of his mouth, "And we could, you know, make sure everyone's distracted and lock the door."

"I dunno," Roddie says, in a soft spoken voice that wasn't quite a whisper. The tone in Tony's voice sent a shiver down his spine, making him bite his lip as his mouth makes a small smile.

"I, uh...guess I never thought about...the possibility of someone walking in and accidentally seeing...that as, uh...sexy exciting, but...you...calling me 'captain' like that is pretty...cool."

He lets out a breathy little laugh and turns his eyes down to Tony's chest, finding the eye contact difficult.

Tony laughs delightedly, unbelievably charmed by Roddie making that shy face and speaking like he thought his mom was going to come in and yell at him if she caught him talking.

"Oh yeah?" Tony says, grinning and rolling Roddie onto his back, straddling him, "You like that, Captain? What do you say we go down to the bridge and perform some routine maintenance, huh?" Tony said, waggling his eyebrows, only half serious.

Roddie giggles dumbly, his hands immediately coming up to stroke up and down Tony's waist and sides.

"I-I, uhh, yeah," he laughs, his grin wide, "I mean, sure. I mean. Great. I guess it's, uh, pretty late, so...I mean, Vira might be up, she like, never sleeps, but I doubt she'd go to the cockpit and we can...turn Ajax off."

His heart was thumping a little at the idea, and he was sure Tony would be able to feel it.

"All right," he says, swallowing, "We can...do that."

Tony's a little surprised by how readily Roddie agrees, though Tony can tell he's nervous.

"Fantastic," Tony says, leaning forward to kiss Roddie hard and then pull back, "Let me check." Tony hops up, moving over to the display on the wall and tapping a few things, pulling up the security cameras and then Ajax's feed.

"The bridge is clear, and the halls. Looks like Ajax is on standby anyways, he must be doing something with Elyta," Tony looked back at Roddie with a grin, and then down at himself, "I should... probably put some pants on, huh?" He says, laughing and bending down to pick up his discarded clothes and put them in the laundry, then goes to Roddie's closet to borrow a pair of pajama pants, not bothering with a shirt or underwear.

"Oh...yeah, probably," Roddie laughs, sitting up and rubbing his face, "I should, too, huh?" He grabs his discarded boxers off the floor and slides back into them quickly.

He takes Tony by the hand and leads him out of his quarters and onto the bridge, and they climb into the cramped cockpit together. Once inside, he locks the door and checks once more that Ajax is offline, before turning around and wrapping his arms around Tony's waist. He kisses him, just pecks at first, but easing into much deeper frenching as he steps backwards to sit in the captain's chair.

Tony puts his hands on the armrests, careful not to mash any buttons, so he can lean over Roddie and keep kissing him.

"Hang on," he says, pulling away for a moment to reach over to a nearby console and press something so that the protective cover on the viewport retracts, giving them a view of the stars. He turns back and kisses Roddie again, licking into his mouth and reaching up to stroke a hand over his chest.

"What can I do for you, Captain?" Tony asks in a low voice, leaning back to give Roddie a half-lidded look.

Roddie swallows, and lets out another bashful giggle before rubbing his hands over his face.

"Oh...god," he laughs through his fingers, "Are we, like, roleplaying? Cause I...I don't know if I can do that for real, and -- the first thing I thought of was 'swab the poopdeck,' and that's...horrible, and this isn't even that kind of ship, so it's -- Jesus, I'm so sorry."

Tony laughs helplessly, leaning forward to lean his head against Roddie's collarbone, laughing so hard tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

"Oh my god, Roddie," he says, leaning back and wiping his eyes, "How I ever thought you were some kind of porn star sex god I will never know." He laughs again, shaking his head and kissing Roddie's lips.

"How about you just tell me if you want a blowjob or something else, and I'll just say Captain every couple of minutes and we'll call it good, huh?"

"Yeah, why did you think that?" Roddie laughs, glad that Tony was at least amused by his incompetence.

"All right, uhh...I mean...a blowjob sounds good, but --"

He cuts himself off, kissing Tony's lips again, then his cheek, then turning his face into his neck and kissing there as he hugs him tight around the waist.

"...I'd like to do something where I can still kiss you and stuff, right now," he mumbles.

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Tony settles his knees on either side of Roddie's thighs, a little bit squashed into the chair, his arms looping around Roddie's shoulders.

"A romantic, eh, Cap?" Tony says, his smile affectionate despite his joking tone, "I never would have guessed." He pushes his hands into Roddie's hair and tilts his head back to kiss him deeply, communicating how much he liked Roddie's giant romantic streak. Actually, Roddie was a giant romantic streak.

"Oh, and we left all the supplies back in the room in the excitement. Well, we can just--" instead of explaining it Tony just grinds his hips forward, rubbing the bulge in the front of his borrowed pajamas against Roddie, "--Right?"

"Yeah, yeah," Roddie sighs, closing his eyes and biting his lip at the friction. He sticks his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers and wriggles them down, just far enough to expose his half-hard cock. He tips his chair back slightly, and his hand rubs at the bulge in the front of the pajamas Tony had taken from his closet.

"God, I," he laughs, turning his head down and feeling a little out of breath, "I love you so much I don't even...know what to do with myself."

He clears his throat, leaning forward to suck lightly at the skin near Tony's ear.

"God, I love you so much."

Tony gasps, first at the hand on his pants and then at the emotional words. He makes a whining noise, pushing his hips into Roddie's hand and tilting his head forward to rub his cheek against the side of Roddie's head. He felt a surge of arousal and affection, the strength of Roddie's feelings making him breathless. That was another thing he was still getting used to; Roddie's intense and frequent displays of emotion.

"I... Love you too," Tony said, halting and breathless, because saying those words had never been easy for him, though they were easier with Roddie than they ever had been. He reached down between them, wrapping his hand around Roddie's cock and stroking it a few times.

"...My Captain," he adds, shooting for sexy or maybe a little silly but it comes out too sappy, too full of emotion, almost to rival the I love yous.

Roddie presses his cheek against Tony's before turning his face just enough to plant a kiss below his ear, his head swimming with affection all the while. He sticks his thumbs in the waistband and slides them down as far as he can without having Tony get out of his lap, but he can't get them down far enough.

"Take your stupid pants off," he mumbles against his skin with a soft laugh, before leaving a sucking kiss on his earlobe.

Tony whines a little at Roddie's mouth on his ear, then laughs breathlessly.

"But that means getting up," he whines, laughing, but does it anyways, sliding out of Roddie's lap just long enough to push the pajamas down his legs and step out of them, getting back into the chair totally naked.

"Ooh, chilly," he says, shivering, "And they're your pants, not mine. As if I would own cartoon character pajamas," Tony says, settling over Roddie's thighs and rubbing his erection alongside Roddie's, humming contentedly as he does.

Roddie takes the opportunity to slide his boxers down and kick them off the ends of his legs before Tony sits back down in his lap. When Tony does, he wraps his metal fingers around both of their erections, holding them together and stroking them slowly as Tony rocks in his lap. His other arm goes around Tony's waist, holding him close and scratching gently at his back. He keeps his motions languid and easy, focusing more on enjoying the sensations and the intimacy than on reaching orgasm.

"They're Power Rangers, they're not a cartoon," Roddie says, his voice broken with a noise between a laugh and a moan, "Also, don't talk about them like that."

Tony rests his arms on Roddie's shoulders, gasping as he looks down between them and watches Roddie's hand on them. He laughs at Roddie's protest, putting his hands in his hair and tilting his head back so Tony can kiss him.

"My sincerest apologies, Captain," he says, grinning, "I had no idea you felt so strongly about the--what was it? Power Rangers? I don't even know what that is."

"I'll have to show you sometime," Roddie says, grinning at him a little with half lidded eyes. He leans in to kiss him again, somewhat sloppily, pulling on Tony's lip with his teeth and sucking it lightly.

"...This is nice," Roddie mumbles around a soft moan, touching his nose against Tony's and looking into his eyes

"Yeah," Tony breaths, biting his lip when Roddie looks into his eyes, he feels caught up in Roddie's big dark eyes, helpless to do anything but look back. He feels himself start to flush crimson, more embarrassed by the deep emotion in Roddie's eyes than anything else.

"God, Roddie," he says around a sound that's half-whine and half-moan, breaking the eye contact as he leans in to kiss Roddie deeply, his hips grinding into Roddie's grip.

"Yeah," Roddie groans into his mouth, "Yeah, yeah, Tony, baby, that's good." He keeps stroking them both in a fluid motion, changing the pace frequently and swiping his thumb over the tips on the downstroke. His free hand roves over Tony's thigh, and he grips Tony's ass before reaching down and rubbing his fingers against his perineum.

"You make nice noises," he mutters softly, leaving a hickie on Tony's collarbone.

Tony moans, rocking his hips between Roddie's hands, his fingers gripping tightly at Roddie's shoulders.

"Thanks," he gasps, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth at a particularly good stroke, "You make nice... hand... movements," he says, too distracted by pleasure to care about what's coming out of his mouth, "Oh God, Roddie, so good."

Roddie nips lightly at the skin of Tony's neck, humming in acknowledgement. His breath catches in his throat, and he works his hand a little faster, stimulating Tony more intently with his other.

"I'm...getting close," he moans, leaning back in his chair and looking up at Tony with half lidded eyes as he bites his bottom lip, "Are you gonna come, baby?"

Tony's moans increase in pitch and frequency, and he tips forward to wrap his arms around Roddie's shoulders, holding him close.

"Yeah, fuck, Roddie, Jesus," he swears, throwing his head back and moaning as he jerks in Roddie's grip, "Fuck, oh fuck, oh--"

Tony's orgasm takes him by surprise, and he makes a surprised gasping sound and then he's shuddering and coming into Roddie's grip. He works his hips through his orgasm and then relaxes against Roddie's chest, breathing hard.

"Jesus. Shit, sorry," he says, panting.

Roddie strokes Tony through it, his eyes flitting quickly from Tony's face to his twitching body.

"Yeah, yeah," he moans encouragingly, nodding his head as Tony comes over his fingers, stomach, and cock. The slickness helps him move his hand much more easily, and in a few more seconds he's bucking his hips up into him, moaning uncontrollably as he comes.

"Oh, Tony," he groans, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as the pleasure fizzles out, leaving him panting for air through a dumb, contented grin. He lets go of them and wipes his hand on his leg before pulling Tony in for a sloppy, satisfied kiss.

"God, that was good," he sighs, opening his eyes to look up at him, still smiling wide.

Tony watches Roddie's orgasm appreciatively, then kisses him back when he's pulled in.

"Yeah, it was," Tony agrees, his smile not quite as wide as Roddie's but just as happy, "Very good." He wraps his arms around Roddie's neck and toys idly with Roddie's hair, still catching his breath.

"Well, you are officially no longer a captain's chair sex virgin. My work here is done. Although we do still have the semi-public blowjob to consider," Tony says, winking and grinning.

Roddie laughs softly, shaking his head.

"I think I might need a little more convincing on that one," he says, scratching his ear somewhat bashfully before hooking his arms around Tony in a tight hug.

"But, you know, you never have to work very hard to convince me of anything."

Tony laughs and nods, leaning in to kiss Roddie slowly and sweetly.

"I love you," he sighs, moving back a little, but then makes a face as he feels something unpleasantly sticky and wet between them, "Oh, ew. Shit, we didn't bring anything-- oh wait!"

Tony hops up and dashes over to the console he usually sits at, fishing out a box stashed underneath it. He sorts through the box for a moment before pulling out a handful of wet wipes.

"Ah-hah!" he crows triumphantly, tossing a couple to Roddie and then tearing one open to use on himself.

Roddie catches the wipe in one hand and lets out a loud, short laugh when he realizes what it is.

"You fucking keep babywipes in the glovebox?" he laughs, tearing the package open and wiping himself off despite his amusement, "For real, dude? Why?"

Tony uses three wipes on himself, and gives Roddie a blank look, like he couldn't understand why he wouldn't have sanitary wipes nearby at all times.

"Well-- okay, if you must know. Do you remember a couple of months ago, you were drinking a milkshake and piloting the ship, and I said Be careful with that and you said Don't be ridiculous, I'm always careful and then went to take a sip and dumped the whole thing all over yourself? I was splattered and I had to run all the way to my room to clean up. It was a scarring experience." He dumped the soiled wipes in the garbage chute and then moves back to Roddie, retrieving their discarded clothes and passing the boxers back to Roddie.

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