100 Things Challenge, #6!

[ladydrace]

Working title: "Iron Man Crossover"
Fandom: SPN / Iron Man.
Pairing: Dean/Tony.
Other stuff: Yeah, I went there.
Word count: 356.

This tiny thing was born from a chat with martiya_khvar where we agreed that anything can be crossed with Iron Man, with the understanding that Tony sleeps with anybody.

Notes:
This is something that will probably never be anything more than it is. It's too long for a drabble and too short to be a real fic so I'm unsure what to do with it. I had some vague (but ambitious) ideas about maybe making it massively longer and maybe even having Dean end up being War Machine or something. But I know entirely too little about the Marvel universe in general, so I think I've officially given up on adding more to it. But it's a cute little snippet and I like how Tony's voice came out.


Snippet: (Only not really, because this is all of it.)

The guy was hot, in a farm boy kinda way, Tony mused. Although, he seemed buff, like he worked out or maybe was in the military. Either way, Tony bought him a drink. Then another and another and another. Really, it was inevitable when they tumbled into Tony's limo a few hours later, and while it wasn't a regular occurrence, not even Pepper lifted an eyebrow at finding a muscular guy sleeping off a hangover in Tony's bed the following morning.

What was surprising, was the fact that Tony stopped her from throwing out last night's trash, and instead took the guy downstairs, leaving her gaping face and Jarvis' warnings about security risks behind.

“Where are we going?” The guy mumbled, sleepily.

“To my garage. You said you like cars. I expect you to be extremely impressed with my collection, and usually when I impress people, I get laid.”

The guy squinted at Tony on their way down the stairs. “Dude, how can you even remember last night? You drank a lot more than I did, and the only thing I remember is the limo, and I'm pretty sure I broke your bedside lamp.”

Tony paused and gave the guy an affronted look. “You forgot our amazing sex-capades? I'm hurt. Mortally wounded. I'll have you know I'm an animal in bed.”

“All right, I do remember some of that,” farm boy said with a slight blush, which Tony found kinda hot.

“All the more reason to do it again.” Tony cast him an amused glance and held out his hand. “Tony. You'll be moaning it later.”

“Dean,” the guy replied, shaking his hand. “And honestly, it's like nine AM.”

“Never too early for sex.”

“Hangover?”

“Nothing better for headaches than sex. Don't you read science magazines?” Tony asked, as if it was a criminal negligence.

“Morning breath?” Dean argued weakly.

Tony paused in opening the locked garage door. “I expect most of your breathing will be done panting on the hood of my Jag.”

Dean swallowed and didn't offer any more protests.