for @ishipallthings – happy belated birthday, dear! The gift is 84 years late, but I hope you enjoy the stony :)
Word Count: ~5400 Warnings: mention of abuse, non-graphic asthma, a Hamilton reference Summary: StevexTony; Steve has a one-night stand on Sunday, and a job interview on Monday. Guess who is his potential boss’s son?
in the morning, and the world is just starting to wake up. Steve’s in the
middle of the city, but deep enough into a nicer area that he can only hear
traffic from a distance. The local noise is still crickets and sprinklers, and
the occasional van rolling in with deliveries to the rich and famous dwelling
here in the heart of Manhattan.
sure enough he’s not going to get mugged here, and he’s tempted to savor the
brightening solitude, but he can also feel the dull scratch of anxiety at the
back of his mind. Maybe if it was a Saturday, he could have savored the
pleasant ache in his body, given in to the compulsion to smile like a dope and
be less concerned about his terrible bed head. If it were a Saturday, he
wouldn’t have even gotten out of bed.
here he is, loitering on the street on a Monday morning, thin frame wrapped in a shirt that
was conspicuously missing a few buttons and definitely not fooling the throng
of blue collar workers making their way to their employers’ terrifically
expensive condos. Steve is just in the process of politely refusing a squished
granola bar from the cavernous tote bag of a sweet granny type who speaks little
English, but clearly manages to convey that she thinks he’s pillow pet who’s
been kicked out before some rich-and-famous’s spouse returned, when he hears
the familiar roar of Bucky’s motorcycle. Steve hastily thanks granny, vows to
learn a little Vietnamese, and bolts.
jumps on the back of the bike and hastily taps the side of Bucky’s hip. “Go go
runnin’ out on your girlfriend, Stevie?”
Steve grits his teeth desperately.
just laughs and tosses the spare helmet back.
he says happily, once Steve is all strapped in and they’re on the way back to
their apartment on a less manicured side of town. “This all seems wildly
Choi Ji Young aka Choi Jiyoung 최지영 aka Cui Zhirong 崔芝榮 (Korean, b. 1982, Daegu, South Korea) - 1: Blue Bathroom II, 2012 2:
Blue Bathroom I, 2012 3:
Bed, 2011 4:
Chandelier, 2011 Paintings: Oil on Canvas