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Tyler's Office, Monday After Class

Call Tyler paranoid -- you wouldn't be wrong, after all -- but he kept the gunpowder supplies locked up in his office. The experiment was risky enough to do, he didn't need any of the geniuses in his class trying to replicate it in their down time.

So after class, he trotted back to his office, pony in tow, and set about putting everything away. He was still trying to decide if he felt like doing Molotov cocktails this class session.

[OOC: For SP, and for he who will soon be a former pony.]

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If asked, Tony would say flamethrowers were more impressive. Then again, he was a former weapons manufacturer.

And a pony.

So...

He was just going to try and place his head on Tyler's lap and look pathetic until he got some sugar cubes.

Tyler reached down to tug on one braided -- and ribbon-tied -- lock of pony hair. "What is it this time?" he asked, not entirely focused on the answer.

Oh, Tony would bring down a terrible vengeance the day Steve or Tyler turned into an animal. It would involve pink and glitter.

As it was he just huffed, wondering vaguely if this was going to ever go away.

Which, might have been a bad thing to hope for in this position. Considering it was Fandom, after all. Though, Tyler had to be happy for a naked Tony with his head on his lap.

"I hope you have a spare outfit here."

Tyler would rock pink and glitter, if the day ever came.

... which was not exactly on his mind, given the lapful-of-naked-Tony factor.

"You don't want to walk naked back to the loft?"

Which came with a fond stroke of Tony's back. He'd missed him, not that he as going to get all soppy.

Oh, of course he wouldn't get soppy.

Well, maybe he would. But then they'd just insult each other until status quo was reestablished. "If the weather was nicer..." Shame, meet Tony. Oh, you don't know each other? How shocking.

... Tyler should have remembered that, really.

"So sometime when it's not November, you'll walk through town naked." Right. "I have some clean gym clothes somewhere...."

He'd find them, but there was a head in his lap.

"How was it?"

"The ribbons or the hooves?" Tony replied, straightening up and frowning as his back cracked. Dear god, he was old.

"The whole pony gestalt," Tyler said. "When you weren't biting me."

He went to rummage through his office cabinet. "I have a Mooby's t-shirt and sweatpants."

"You deserved each bite." As did Steve. The dead man that he was.

"You wouldn't have done worse?" Tyler let his gaze linger just a second before handing the clothes over.

Naked Tony was not exactly unpleasant.

Well, someone you're sleeping with should be at least easy on the eyes.

"Of course not," Tony lied easily. "I--I would treat you with only respect."

Tyler had to roll his eyes at that. "Hi, Tony, I have met you before. And you should check your hair."

Though the pink and purple streamers were truly fetching.

"My hair--" Tony reached up and sighed. "You're getting those out."

"... after you put on pants," Tyler requested, ever so sweetly. he was trying not to laugh. "What, ribbons aren't your thing?"

Pants, right.

Tony shook his head and set about putting the too long clothing on. Tyler had to go and be tall. "You're going to wake up with fake eyelashes glued on if you keep that up."

"A, you wouldn't dare." Tyler was pressing his luck, there. "B, why false eyelashes? You wouldn't shave my legs?"

"You might move in the middle of it," Tony pointed out helpfully. "And I'd have to buy a good razor for it."

Tony didn't really do shopping.

"... so, what, you just have false eyelashes lying around?" Tyler wondered, then realized he probably didn't want to know.

"Women leave things behind. Pepper normally took care of sending them back to them."

She was good at that.

...and okay, so he hadn't actually had any women over in a while now, but... still. Maybe.

That tended to be the problem when your boyfriend was spending the larger chunk of every week at your place, yes.

"So it's been building up," Tyler said, knowing that was nowhere near true. "Huh. Anybody ever leave anything good?"

Tony paused to think about it. "One tried to leave her phone in my pocket once."

That worked so very well. Really.

"... set to vibrate?" Tyler may have missed the point.

"Recording audio," Tony added helpfully. "Like I'd talk about anything important."

"... oh." Tyler didn't say more, but he looked repulsed by that, and also mildly annoyed he hadn't thought of that reasoning.

He ran a hand over Tony's shoulders, more affectionately. "Do you want food first or sex first?"

People seemed to insist he was actually a vapid playboy. It was hilarious, really.

"I'm sure we could manage both, but that would be a new level of interesting to our sex life," Tony pointed out, snagging Tyler's shirt for a kiss.

Returning the kiss was going to take all of Tyler's attention for a long, long moment.

"A week of apples and grass," he said, then went in for another kiss, "and you want ... pudding or whipped cream?"

"I was thinking cheeseburgers, but those aren't nearly as sexy." Unless you've lived in a cave. Then they were the sexiest thing ever.

"And I'm not giving you a blow job at Mooby's, even if you ask nicely." Tyler stepped back. "Cheeseburgers first."

Tony made a face at him. "Spoilsport."

"No fun at all," Tyler agreed, without rancor in his voice. "C'mon. My treat. It'll make up for the ribbons."

"It'll take more than that, you know."

Tyler ~~finally remembered to ping back~~ pouted. "More than a cheeseburger?"

"Maybe two." Or just a lot of sex. Who knows?

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