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[Tony volunteers for the worst sort of body take over ever: here.]

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“I’m always in a hurry. That’s why I deactivate safety protocols and self experiment.” Bruce can understand that. They have the same sort of carefree attitude when it comes to messing with science. “But if you’ve got a thing for going by the book, we can try it your way.”

He doesn’t tell the much hairier man that there was no leg play involved. Or that Bruce’s tugging is reminiscent of the bed and not the bath. It’s not that important to Tony to replicate their last experiment exactly.

Besides. No two kisses are alike. The last one (the first one?) had been sweet and tender and only edged into needy desperation during round two. This kiss cuts right to the chase. Warm, wet skin mirrors warm, wet lips. Tony takes no prisoners.

He’s giving as good as he’d gotten before. Mostly because he can’t just let Bruce win the battle of the aggressor.

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Yes, the "safety is for other people" approach to science had served them both... not so well, to be honest. Did either of them learn from it?

No, not really. Why else are they in this tub?

For this kiss, apparently. Bruce has enough time to register that Tony's on his way, and enough time to bring an arm up around his back to keep the waves from Tony's sudden movement from tugging them apart, then there's more sensation than calculation. He's aware of the prickle of facial hair and the occasional graze of Tony's teeth. He might not win the battle of the aggressor, but he doesn't have to; he has patience on his side, and it's a patience that could keep them in this hot tub for hours, just for the taste of Tony's mouth and the chance to wrap his arms around Tony and pull him in closer.

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Probably right about now a rational scientist who is actually using this tub for science might call a time out and wonder why the intimacy (to this degree) only has happened here. Tony and Bruce have been in bed together, have touched and have cuddled. But that is platonic, not sexual. That was nothing like this. Surely they ought to step back and decide if the properties of the tub are what is causing this explosion of passion.

It’s not as simple as Tony keeps thinking. Wanting Bruce has always been more intellectual than physical. He’s flirted and made innuendos with Bruce for awhile not but always without this next step.

Could the hot tub be allowing them to drop their inhibitions?

Tony presses a hand to Bruce’s hip, fingers pressing a little more roughly than before as he presses between his legs. That hasn’t been his idea. Bruce started that one. He just aims to finish it.

“Never thought I’d dig the professor type,” he murmurs between trying to breath and kiss at the same time. “But it really works for you.” And it’s working for Tony too. The guy really goes against his physical type but obviously that’s no problem. Even if he’s not tall and blond.

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If the hot tub is letting them drop their inhibitions, that's one thing and at least today Bruce can live with it; if it's instilling feelings they don't have outside the hot tub, that's another, far more troubling matter. He wants to be wanted, but not just for his genetic material or for Hulk or because an alien hot tub has flipped the switches on their libidos and Bruce has a lot of pent up libido. Both he and Tony deserve better than that.

He's not really thinking about what he and Tony deserve. He finally gets to smooth his hand down Tony's back until his hand fits perfectly into the curve just above his ass that he'd been admiring before Tony got in the tub.

But that first physical jolt of want that hits him when Tony brings their bodies together pulls at cautions and precautions and habits that even the hot tub and his abbreviated emotional range can't quite nullify.

The very last thing that Tony needs is to be in a hot tub with Bruce and his body fluids. Murder by orgasm isn't something he ever wants to get out the red pen for in order to write it in his ledger.

"Tony." He's not quite getting the effect he's after when he can't quite seem to drag himself away from kissing. "Tony, hold up. We need to..." Stop. They needed to stop.

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[End of the month bullshit.

“Huh?” Stop? Stop is not the sort of thing that Tony wants to hear right now and his brain doesn’t even manage to connect it as a word he’s capable of understanding. Not when his nails scratch through dark hair and his body comes in contact with—

Oh. Okay. That’s not good.

“Please tell me you have a condom?” Hes not suggesting that they fuck, not exactly, but he is suggesting that they stay safe. Bruce’s semen isn’t exactly safe to handle and who knows if he might leak a little during foreplay?

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[Ugh, my condolences.]

Stop is absolutely not what Bruce wants to say right now. It's all he can do to straighten the leg that he'd wrapped around Tony to pull him in and try to plant his foot on the floor of the hot tub. That still leaves them wonderfully-- exceedingly-- excessively close.

Tony manages to hit right at the heart of their current conundrum, even high on whatever they're both high on. "Why would I have a condom?" He catches Tony's lower lip with his teeth and has to forcibly tell himself to let go. "Tell me you have one."

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Letting go of his lip is only important to facilitate talking but Tony honestly has no interest in that for the moment. He knows how that might sound. Him. Not wanting to talk? The world must be ending.

“FRIDAY—?”

“Never leave home without one, Boss,” the AI says helpfully from outside of the bathroom (scary) and Tony drags himself out of the water to go and get it. He drips everywhere.

But hey. At least he can say that he’s absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent still interested in what’s going on between him and Bruce!

“Is this going to work?” Could one little condom keep him from getting cancer? And does he care right now?

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As kind of creepy as it is to have FRIDAY eavesdropping at a time like this, Bruce is entirely ready to take it in stride if it means that they can continue what they're doing with some degree of safety. If this somehow becomes a regular thing, they're both going to need to invest some time into some technological improvements over latex.

Not that Bruce actually cares just then. He's too busy watching Tony (and his interest) make his way over to the door. Men might not actually be his usual preference, but there's a lot to appreciate in the watching here.

"It should." Although it's not going on while he's in the water, so he reluctantly pushes up onto the edge of the hot tub, leaving just his feet dangling in the water and his balls in an uncomfortably cold spot against the lip of the tub. "It's the mutagenic effect that's the greater concern than the low level gamma radiation. You get a greater exposure on a long haul flight than you'll get from me."

On an isolated basis at least. Repeat exposure over years might be another matter.

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“I love it when you talk to science to me,” Tony says, dropping to sit on the much too cold tile rim of the tube. Thankfully, even that shock doesn’t do much to dissuade his body from continuing to show that same interest he’d had before.

He’s a more equal opportunity sort of guy than Bruce, though he too has mostly had women for partners and that’s just usually because it’s socially easier for him to be known as a lady’s man. And because he’d been with Pepper for so long, people tend to forget about his earlier in life dalliances.

He catches the gold foil in his teeth, but he lets Bruce apply the apparatus while he lowers himself back into the tub and makes a really big show of just watching him roll the latex on.

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"I know," he says absently, taking the condom from Tony and eyeing it like something he hasn't seen before, then gets on with proving that he has in fact seen and used one before. It's just been a very, very long time.

He's briefly silent while he treats this like a life-or-death application, then slides down into the water and groans with unfeigned pleasure for the rush of heat and return of that almost addictive relaxation before he reaches for Tony again. "Now you know that I've been subtly coming on to you for years."

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“It was so subtly that you didn’t even know it,” Tony says, willingly lifting his arms to wrap them around Bruce’s shoulders. He can feel the latex poking at him, but he’s focused on kissing like a teenager, his libido pretty high but his control even higher. He’s not going for sloppy seconds today. He’s not going to be some tadpole baby-daddy rebound either. “Probably a good thing,” he murmurs, needing a breath anyway. “There would have been no hot tub science if you had been more obvious.”

No dormant Hulk. Probably nothing more than brief kissing so that Bruce could keep a kid on himself as best as possible. That’s hard to do with a guy like Tony, if you believe the stories. Probably best not to, though. Poor guy has been painted as a sex fiend most of his life when Pepper pretty much had to demand sex most of the time. Science comes first.

At least Bruce speaks his language on that.

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It's difficult to imagine this happening much or possibly at all once they get back to Earth, if Bruce is honest with himself. The reason isn't even as simple as a single issue, but rather everything that it means to be back on Earth, with responsibilities and disasters that could come crashing down at any moment.

Besides, when he thinks of the two of them going all night, it's in a lab, bouncing ideas off of each other until something amazing happens.

Or blows up.

Holding Tony, pulling him in close and kissing him as though there is no one and nothing else that could possibly be important is a luxury that Bruce intends to immerse himself in completely, and in this they're well-matched for focus. He gets a hand up into Tony's hair, carding through the short strands on the back of his head and tugging when he can get a grip.

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Is it the tub or isn’t it? Would Tony be so insistent on enjoying this particular moment if it wasn’t for the sonic vibrations running through him? Would he be thinking s little more about the countless people that probably had been lured here, had their inhibitions lowered, and then engaged in lots of kinky things they might not have otherwise?

It shouldn’t have gotten this far but it already has and Tony has never been good with putting a stopper on things he enjoyed.

His hands move from Bruce’s hair when his own is tugged (it gets a little moan from him) to cup the other man’s ass. It’s a bold move, one meant to press their hips together in incredibly insistent ways.

“Is this too fast? This is too fast,” he says, determines, but it’s much too late. “I can’t remember wanting anyone this much. Ignore me. I’m talking like I’m a common moron. But Jesus, Banner—“

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Bruce can remember wanting someone this much. She's the reason he's able to do this with Tony at all, and he's certain that the intensity then had been amped up beyond what he would have been able to summon himself. Whether that wanting and this wanting have much in common is something only someone with a clearer head could tease out of the messy tangle of friendship and loneliness and desire that they're making just then.

And Bruce has absolutely no interest in even trying. He's used up the last of his restraint in the Great Condom Hunt and now he has Tony babbling at him and friction that has him stifling a groan against Tony's shoulder. Raising his eyes to catch a glance the two of them in the mirrors that surround them, he isn't interested in the contrast between Tony's gym physique and his own softer body; he's caught by the way he can steal a look at Tony's expression in a reflection of a reflection.

He doesn't take his eyes off of the mirrors now as he snakes a hand between them to wrap fingers around Tony's shaft and tease at the head with his thumb, watching as he puts his lips near Tony's ear for a rough murmur, "If you can talk this much, it isn't fast enough."

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Tony Stark might be the most expressive man alive and Bruce is about to get quite the show of subtle, intricate motions of muscle beneath the man’s face. Tony is a thinker. Everything he does is based on his mind working over time and this is no different. He murmured a heated “I can talk—“ before he’s cut off. The ‘through anything’ portion of it has already been disproven by his own inability to do anything but exhale against the curve of Bruce’s shoulder.

Tony isn’t a young man but he’s not too old that he needs help reaching completion. His mind is utterly relaxed and for the first time in a long time, he’s able to just let go. There are no ideas for grand inventions in his head right now, no attempts at mastering a motivation of another. It’s all silence. Beautiful, pure silence.

And then he’s orgasming as if he’s been shot. His eyes open wide and he collapses into Bruce’s arms with a little laugh that just feels utterly right.

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The show is everything he'd been after when he'd taken them well beyond a bit of making out. He watches Tony with an intense need to commit every second to memory. It isn't often anyone gets to shut Tony up.

When Tony collapses, he takes his hand away and wraps both arms around him to hold him while he catches his breath.

It's interesting to note that without Tony's urgency to compound his own, he can relax a little, start to think a little more clearly. What had been building between them had been greater than the sum of its parts, some synergy that has released Bruce to breathe, given him room to wonder whether Tony would disappear if Bruce got up to finish himself off in the shower.

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It’s probably strange to have to ask this, but Tony does anyway, fingers slightly hooked in damp chest hair. “Is this where you tell me you’ll be back and finish in the shower?”

He’s not psychic, though this is yet another time he’s seemed to read Bruce’s mind. They just share a similar wavelength. No wonder Kiara had initially chosen Tony Stark to be her host after imprinting on Bruce. There’s a reason for everything. Including this.

Tony’s fingers slip lower, forefinger pressing with a little sass into the shell of Bruce’s navel.

“If I promise to put gloves on, can I help?”

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Bruce's eyes widen a little when Tony voices his thought for him, but he dismisses his questioning thought that Kiara has taken Tony over again. She's gone; he knows that with a certainty that he doesn't question any more than he doubts that he'd know if she returned.

He steals a quick kiss and pulls the hot tub's false confidence back around himself. "There are ways you can help that won't require gloves if you don't mind not being directly hands on."

Does FRIDAY bring gloves as well as condoms? Hell, she might.

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Of course FRIDAY has gloves. He’s packed a half gallon of hand sanitizer. There’s no way he didn’t pack gloves too.

Tony arches an eyebrow at Bruce, half confused and half intrigued by this new, hands off sort of way to enjoy sex. “Do you like to be watched?” He can get on board with that. He’s a visual guy. Watching is one of those things he lies to do. And he’s been watching Bruce longer than he’s actually known him.

That doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t rather be directly responsible for an orgasm but hey. Things happen. The world isn’t simple. And he’s sorta going maybe steady with a radioactive guy with DNA threatening blood.

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The world very definitely isn't simple - their world, this world, any world. Simple isn't really a thing that happens where sentient life sets up shop.

"Hadn't thought about it," he admits with a shrug. "Maybe. I know I liked watching you just now." Score one for the mirrors. "I'd been thinking that I want you to touch me. I can handle this--" He gestures vaguely down between them. "--if you'll handle... well... me." The difference between a regular and a deluxe hand job when you get down to it.

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Tony’s already out of the tub. He pauses just on the rim and offers Bruce his hand to help him out. It’s nkthing but chivalrous. And, okay, maybe a little needy to get back into the warmth and to enjoy give Banner the small death he’s been denied for years.

They have to go passed FRIDAY in the suit, just waiting in the doorway, but that’s easy enough for Tony. He’s good at ignoring things. She’s no different.

He already has the shower on a moment later. A few fiddlings with the knobs does the job. He’s a quick learner, especially when he wants to be.

He presses Bruce partially against the wall, chest to his back, mostly soft cock between the curve of his cheeks and thighs. He’ll let Banner take care of most of this and kiss his ears and neck and scratch lightly down his chest and up his thighs—

The scientist won’t want for a touch, that’s for sure.

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"I'm going to take that as a yes." He takes Tony's hand and makes a soft sound of complaint when he has to leave behind the warmth and relaxation of the hot tub.

When he edges past FRIDAY in the door, he mutters at the suit, "I don't want you ever bringing this up unless directly asked to by me or Tony. Got that?"

He doesn't wait for her acknowledgment. She'll probably do what he says as long as Tony says nothing to contradict it. He doesn't know her nearly as well as he'd known JARVIS, but he knows Tony and that's enough to inform his thoughts on that.

Thoughts of FRIDAY sink far down his list of things that matter once Tony pulls him into the shower. He tilts his head back, letting it rest on Tony's shoulder as he coaxes himself back to full hardness, keeping the condom on for Tony's safety. What matters most for him is that Tony gives him exactly what he'd asked for.

The orgasm, when it comes, leaves him leaning heavily back against Tony. It doesn't matter what he'd done with Kiara, this is what matters because it's for himself, and a bit for Tony, but mostly for himself. It's liberating, and as far as he's concerned, really counts as the first sex he's had in years.

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There’s something wonderful about knowing you’ve been involved with giving another person pleasure that Tony can’t help but grab Bruce’s hips and kiss down his back. The other man might have felt initially that there had been some sort of imbalance in their input versus output equation from earlier but Tony is just content now, fulfilled, and happy to have achieved as much as they had. There was no interruption by a third party that Tony didn’t find all that sexually appealing. There wasn’t any awkwardness.

And he’s just hoping that what happens in Sakaar doesn’t have to stay here.

He lets Bruce handle the mess, and stands back when he’s asked to, but after that, when the soap and suds are washed down the drain, Tony slips one arm crosswise around Bruce’s chest and exhales.

“So it wasn’t just the tub.”

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"Not just the tub." He doesn't need to turn around just yet. He can hold Tony's arm against his chest and finish pulling himself back together. "But without it, we'd probably be eating junk food and playing Call of Duty."

That would be a hell of a lot less complicated than where they are now.

"You okay with where we are now?" This is a good question to ask when he can't see Tony's face. They both need to ask themselves that question, and Bruce isn't entirely certain what his answer will be. AFterglow's a hell of a drug, after all.

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“Is eating junk food and playing video games off the table now?” Tony asks into the back of Bruce’s shoulder. “Because I thought that was a perk of being with your best friend. It’s not all sex and dinner dates. I want the rest too.” Hes not sure what this is going to bring them. It was stupid to get involved but now they are and it will break Tony’s already fragile and both physically and metaphorically scarred heart if this all ends when they go home.

He can’t let it. This is too important to him. Tony tights his grip around Bruce. It’s only partially unconscious.

“I like where we are now. Best of everything.”