Atlas Gym, Friday Evening, 7/24

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The thing about the gym staff was, they really weren't too bright about things like making you give your keys back when you quit. That went double if you kept staying past the time the gym closed anyhow. As long as he didn't expect to get paid, Tyler could pretty much come and go as he pleased.

He'd been taking advantage of that a lot this week. Tonight, he was going to stay late and put in a couple more weight circuits ... just as soon as he'd watched David & David Have Problems all the way through while lying on a couch in a disused office.

Hey, it made him laugh.

[OOC: For one.]

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Tony would. "Are there fake yous on Twitter yet?" Tyler asked, and twisted his head to kiss the man's ear.

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The perils of being a celebrity. Tony put a hand on Tyler's shoulder, pushing lightly so there could be more teenage activities here. "Four that are any good at it."

Not great, mind. But not crap.

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Tyler grabbed Tony's wrist to encourage him down on the couch. "Role players," he said dismissively.

Tony ... probably didn't want to know how many Tylers there were on Twitter. Some of them were even coherent.

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"They have interesting things to say about my sex life," Tony added, pushing Tyler's shirt up. "Did you know I sleep with a robot?"

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"Human Jarvis was pretty hot," Tyler said, mostly to bug Tony. He rose up for a deep kiss.

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He was. And the suit was quite possibly the dumbest person Tony had ever met.

But attractive.

Tony pushed up on the shirt until it bunched around Tyler's chest, kissing him back with matching force. "Are you interested in my A.I.?"

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"Now you know why I hang around all the time." Tyler squirmed his shoulders around so his shirt would just come off.

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"Technophilia is such a turn on," Tony said, teasing him as he... teased him. Lips against the hollow of Tyler's throat.

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Tyler could say something smart.

Or he could make an incoherent noise and try to unbutton Tony's shirt.

Getting Tony's shirt off won.

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Tony's shirt was a good choice. It was designer, after all.

And he was just lucky that Tony was going to help him with the rest of the buttons as he bit down on Tyler's collar bone.

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"...teeth."

They were nice. Tyler liked them. He glanced to the side enough to make sure the office door was closed and then let a hand run down Tony's lower back to his waistband.

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"Very good, Tyler." What? Tony was nowhere near long enough gone for coherent speech to leave.

Give him ten, fifteen more minutes of this.

He brushed his thumb over Tyler's nipple as he bit down on his neck again. Just hard enough to leave a faint bruise. A love bite, really.

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"Thanks," Tyler said, in a way that was meant to be lazy but was undercut by his gasp.

His hands kept creeping down and around on Tony's back, massaging his ass.

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Gasping was exactly what the touching was aiming for. Tony shifted on the narrow couch, finding a spot straddling one of Tyler's thigh and rocking forward slightly.

"Is everyone gone for the evening?"

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Words, right. "Yeah. They -- they let me lock up."

Tyler smirked. "I think the chick who's supposed to work the counter had a date."

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"That so?" Tony smirked as he moved up for another kiss. "I never would have taken you for the sex in public type before."

Of course there was that thing in the mirrored room. But threesomes did that to people.

Really.

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"Not really in public," Tyler tried to convince himself, and he smiled into the kiss. "Are you going to make me stop?"

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"Tyler," Tony replied, oh so seriously as he started on the fastenings of Tyler's pants. "I am the type."

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"Never noticed," Tyler said, and he was squirming to help Tony with those pants.

And then there was more kissing to do.

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The squirming only helped to make Tony pause and grip the couch for balance as he rocked his hips back against him. "Really, frottage is very high school."

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"You did call me a teenage girl," Tyler felt obligated to remind him around the rocking.

Then: "Got a better idea?"

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"I'm sure we could think of something," Tony assured him, taking his hand off the couch to rub Tyler firmly through the fabric of his pants.

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"Pants off?" Tyler requested, as he bit down on Tony'sd neck to suggest he was serious.

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"Pants off," Tony confirmed, scooting back in order to separate himself from Tyler so this was possible without falling over and knocking himself out on the corner of a table.

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... yes, it wouldn't be such the romantic liasion if either of them had to be rushed to the clinic. Ahem.

Tyler kicked his shoes away and shimmied out of his pants. His hand went down to cover himself idly as he watched Tony. "Much less high school."