Rolling over, Tony threw an arm dramatically over his face and did his best not to vocalize his frustration. He felt like his heart was going to burst right into his chest, sinew and muscle liquifying beyond his control. "I'll get you some water," Tony said softly a moment later, his voice as steady as he could manage it. It was his own code for a quick jerk off before the water came, but he slipped out of bed and into his bathrobe before Bruce could protest.

He wasn't sure if leaving was the right course of action, but Bruce needed to calm down and it didn't help to have your lover as hard as they could possibly get tenting their boxer-briefs right next to you.

Tony took care of his business in half a dozen jerks, flushed the hall toilet, and washed his hands as well as he could to avoid Bruce's incredibly sharp nose picking up on what he'd done.

The water took an astounding five minutes to arrive, though Tony lingered outside of his bedroom running one hand through his hair to force himself not to suggest they take a trip back to Silent Hill for a little fuck-cation.

"Hey. How's the heart?"