Habitual Insanity

Yup, I think I’m a little addicted to this threesome. They are sort of my OT3 right now, and I have no regrets. 

Steve and Bruce drag Tony to a farmers market, there is no wifi, and Tony is fairly certain this is what hell is like.

Tony was getting antsy, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he followed Steve and Bruce through the farmers market he had been dragged to against his will.

“Steve, you don’t understand. There is no wifi here! In fact, I’m not even entirely sure where we are, I bet you anything this is consider a circle of hell. In fact, it is the seventh circle of hell. The land of no wifi or electronics, fuck it is hot out here and mmmph…” Bruce’s gentle hands cupped his jaw as he pulled him down for a lingering kiss.

“Was that to shut me up?” he murmured before diving back in, sucking Bruce’s lower lip into his mouth and relishing the whimper he received.

Tony actually whined as he felt Steve’s strong hands pulling Bruce from his grasp, effectively aborting his attempt to dry hump his way to completion in a public area.

“Breathe, babe.” Steve kissed the callused skin of Tony’s knuckles and fuck how did he know to do that in such a way it made him melt.

“But Steve…” and he was not whining, no matter what anyone said.

He was just vocalizing his complaints in a very manly way. So manly in fact, it could easily be misconstrued as feminine because he was just that secure in his masculinity.

“I can hear your brain working from over here Tony.” Bruce wasn’t even looking at him, in fact they had left him in the middle of the gravel pathway in the middle of nowhere seventh circle of hell!

Bruce was leaning over a stall, closely inspecting something while Steve stood behind him, his hand resting in the back pocket of Bruce’s khaki shorts and effectively anchoring him to his side and fuck were the gorgeous.

“I love you both, you know that right?” he slide beneath the shade of the stall and rested his chin on Bruce’s shoulder, his right hand moving to rest possessively at Steve’s lower back.

Tony most definitely did not miss the way Steve rolled his eyes, or the huff of amusement that Bruce unsuccessfully tried to hide behind a cough, but he let it slide. Choosing instead to focus on the way Bruce leaned just a bit further into his side, and the warmth that spread through his chest as Steve pressed a fond kiss to the top of his head.

Maybe this wasn’t the seventh circle of hell after all.