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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, The_Avengers_(Marvel_Movies), The_Avengers_
      (Marvel)_-_All_Media_Types, The_Avengers_-_Ambiguous_Fandom, Captain
      America_(Movies), Captain_America_-_All_Media_Types, Iron_Man_(Movies),
      Marvel
  Relationship:
      Steve_Rogers/Tony_Stark
  Character:
      Steve_Rogers, Tony_Stark
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, Meet-Cute, of_a_sort, camboy,
      Camboy_Steve_Rogers, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Porn_Watching,
      Depression, Steve_Rogers_Feels, Bisexual_Tony_Stark, Masturbation, Mutual
      Masturbation, Crack, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Not_between_Steve_and_Tony
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-10 Words: 3151
****** Camera Ready ******
by tonystarkssnipples
Summary
     Tony was freaking out. He’d kissed a guy last night. A cute guy. And
     he liked it. He liked it a lot. But he also knew he liked kissing
     girls. Could it have been a fluke? He’d never thought about guys like
     that. It was undeniable, though, that he enjoyed the kiss. That much
     was evident when he went home and touched himself, replaying the kiss
     until he came.
     His roommate was out. He had the room to himself. He could do this.
     It wasn’t illegal. People did it all the time. And it wasn’t a bad
     thing. He’d watched porn countless times.
     OR
     Steve is a camboy and Tony is having a sexual identity crisis.
Notes
     This is all because of Noor! Her fanwork is FUCKING amazing. Please
     check her out on tumblr as Neatatom. It is based off her conversation
     with a pornbot. That post can be found here.
     Doug is a totally unsympathetic character but I really didn't feel
     like making him one *shrug*
See the end of the work for more notes
When Steve was fourteen, his parents got divorced. He wasn’t sure why it had
taken them so long. They had nothing in common and didn’t seem to like each
other very much. The process was long and annoying, but it didn’t feel like a
burden on him. He was actually kind of glad that they were splitting; no more
waking up at 3 am to them arguing over whose turn it was to sleep on the couch
(dad’s; always dad’s).
It was the same year that his mom started dating Doug. Doug had been hanging
around the house more and more lately, even before the divorce. His mom assured
him that she never cheated on his father and that Doug was there for the moral
support in a time of need. The romantic feelings, according to her, developed
once she felt “free to love again.”
When he would spend the court-required weekends with Joseph, (he’d stopped
thinking of him as “dad” when Joseph had decided to leave his mom for Lindsi,
the waitress from Buffalo Wild Wings), Joseph would pat his head and say,
“You’re getting tall, kiddo.”
When he was sixteen, he let Doug jerk him off in the garage. Doug asked and
Steve, mad at his mom and his dad and the whole fucking world, agreed. When he
came in Doug’s hand, the paunchy, balding asshole wiped it on Steve’s shirt.
“If you tell your mom, it’s the end of you.” Steve managed to keep his
composure until the door to the house had clicked shut behind Doug. He fell to
the ground and wept.
Things were better at school, at least. He was popular. Playing football in the
fall and lacrosse in the spring kept him pretty busy. He would have preferred
to play baseball, but lacrosse was full contact and he liked slamming into
people out of rage.
His friends were vapid but they liked him. They told him he was attractive and
that he had the nicest smile. Steve didn’t really think he looked that
different than anyone else. He looked like a teenage boy, albeit a little
taller and more muscular than the average.
Bucky was his only real friend, but he never hung out with Bucky at school. In
fact, he never even acknowledged Bucky existed outside of the privacy of their
homes and the occasional trip into Manhattan. When they went to Manhattan, he
could leave his Steve Rogers Dumpster Fire life behind and live his Steve
Rogers Potential Artist life. Bucky didn’t mind being a secret. At least Steve
was pretty sure.
Because Steve was gay. For a while, he identified as bisexual but when he had
sex with Sharon Carter after homecoming, he realized that he wasn’t really into
pussy. Not that it was bad, mind you. It just didn’t do it for him. Oh well.
And the reason he had to keep Bucky a secret wasn’t because they were a couple
(ew) but because Bucky was different. Steve Rogers needed to be absolutely not-
different. Popular and clean-cut. People didn’t need to know he was anything
but.
Graduation came and went. His friends dropped off the face of the earth. He had
Bucky change the password to his Facebook account but didn’t delete it. He
didn’t want the texts and emails going on an on, asking why he deleted. Or
worse: he didn’t want it to be that no one noticed.
His freshman year roommate smoked cigarettes in the room and had way more
friends than he did. His name was Gilmore Hodge and he smelled like B.O. Steve
was pretty sure that the only reason Hodge had friends was because they were
afraid to say no to him. Or maybe it’s just assholes make friends more easily
because they don’t pretend to be something they’re not.
Steve didn’t get out of bed much. Once a week his mom would call and check in;
he’d say he was fine and tell her he loved her. She’d end the call with a
falsely cheery, “Doug says hi, too” and his stomach would twist into knots. He
knows she just had her third abortion since dating Doug because he refused to
wear a condom and she refused to have his children.
He’d send Doug nude Snapchats in hopes that his mother would see Doug looking
at them. It was a long shot, but it worked. Doug sent them back and Steve’s
stomach would lurch and he’d sometimes throw up.
Doug asked for Steve’s blessing when he asked Sarah to marry him. Steve gave it
because he didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t. Doug smiled and Steve
went down on him.
Joseph and Lindsi are expecting a baby. Steve finds out on Facebook. Turns out
they moved to Montana. He’s going to be a big brother to a baby he’ll probably
never meet. It’s okay with him.
Doug took a screenshot of one of Steve’s nudes and leaked it online. Steve’s
not sure if his mom saw it. Once it’s out there, though, he feels a kind of
freedom. It was posted anonymously to PornHub. Bucky was the one that sent him
the link. Was Bucky gay, too? He’d never asked and Bucky had never offered the
information. He was a really shitty friend.
The world had seen his body. The picture had hundreds of thousands of views. It
wasn’t even his best picture—just a low angle of him holding his cock and
staring into the camera. The picture showed his abs, though, so he figured that
was probably a selling point.
He wasn’t about to start filming porn; at least not yet. He was going to get
his degree first. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t play around. He looked into
being a cam-girl… or boy, as the situation might be.
He tried it and he liked it. Something about masturbating to an audience was
exhilarating. He was making money. He made a tumblr. He brought people to his
show. For the first time in a long time, he was happy… as long as he didn’t
think about what he was doing all that much.
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Tony was freaking out. He’d kissed a guy last night. A cute guy. And he liked
it. He liked it a lot. But he also knew he liked kissing girls. Could it have
been a fluke? He’d never thought about guys like that. It was undeniable,
though, that he enjoyed the kiss. That much was evident when he went home and
touched himself, replaying the kiss until he came.
His roommate was out. He had the room to himself. He could do this. It wasn’t
illegal. People did it all the time. And it wasn’t a bad thing. He’d watched
porn countless times.
Almost as if his computer was reading his mind, he got a message on tumblr from
qtguy-18.
qtguy-18: hey hey
Tony chewed on his lip, cracked his knuckles, and typed back.
starkatron: Hey?
qtguy-18: i got ure name from the friend search here on tumblr cuz i was bored
and lookin for new people to talk to but i hope I didn’t bother u… i know it’s
a lil random lol
starkatron: Nah, it’s fine. What do you wanna talk about?
qtguy-18: 19.m… what’s up?
Tony sighed. This wasn’t a real person. He figured he’d play along, anyway. He
didn’t have anything better to do. At least if he was flirting with a computer,
he wouldn’t have to think about the fact that he was having a sexual identity
crisis.
starkatron: Nothing. You could be a bot.
qtguy-18: lol no i’m not a bot…
starkatron: Wait
qtguy-18: i just got done styding and i’m gonna take a lil break i’m still in
school right now so now i just started back a lil over a month ago and i’m
already lookin forward to thanksgiving break.
starkatron: I’m sorry to doubt you but one thing…
Tony sent a CAPTCHA that said “olivesons” which… eh, it was the first one that
came up when he googled it.
starkatron: What does this say?
qtguy-18: lol, so i have an idea if ure up for a lil fun ;)
starkatron: What day is today
starkatron: What’s the date?
qtguy-18: i was actually going to be getting to my job here shortly. a friend
of mine was working online and i kept asin him about it so he finally showed me
what he was doing when we got back to school. i thought he was crazy at first
haha, ure prob gonna laugh but u wanna hear?
Tony laughed. This was so ridiculous. Bot or no, this qtguy-18 seemed to be
copy/pasting the same responses he/it gave to everyone. But hey, if this was a
camboy or something of the like, make he’d get a link. Maybe he’d have a
private session or something.
Maybe he could have some help figuring this out.
starkatron: Okay. This is the closest to dating I’ll ever get anyway
qtguy-18: we work online doing private webcam shows which sounded sooooper
crazy at first believe me. but i freakin luv it!!!! turns out i can be a lil
bit more of a freak than i realized and i really like to put on a show lolol
qtguy-18: don’t u worry tho… i’ll earn it lol. i’ll send u a link and ull see a
lil button to accept my invite and connect now to create your profile. u just
click on that. then make ure own usename or w/e and you can cumm join my
private chat for us 2
Tony broke out in a sweat. Until this point, it was purely hypothetical. Yeah,
he was talking to a probable bot online and joking with it. Now… well, now he
could log in and see a guy. Probably masturbating. Tony thought about it and he
liked it. A lot.
The link popped up in the chat. Even if he’d been conversing with a bot, the
link would bring him to a real person. He closed his eyes and clicked it, made
his account, and suddenly there was a guy on the screen. He was muscled and
fair skinned. His cock was enviable. He was smiling this shy kind of smile.
Tony’s throat went dry.
He was instantly in love.
“Hey there,” the man purred. Tony tried to swallow. This guy couldn’t be much
younger than Tony, himself, if at all. “Thanks for joining me.” The man on
camera stroked his cock slowly, then rubbed his thumb along the head and leaned
his head back.
“H—hi,” Tony stuttered out. There was no denying that he was into this. His big
gay—or bisexual, he supposed—freak out had been answered. He was attracted to
the guy on screen and he wanted to touch him. Wanted to run his fingers along
his body. Tony wanted the man onscreen to do the same to him. “What’s your
name?”
“Does it matter?” The man was still stroking his cock and Tony, well, Tony was
growing impossibly harder looking at it.
“I... I mean, I guess not.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He stopped stroking himself and
looked straight into the camera, as if not sure if he should or not. Maybe this
was against protocol. Tony had never watched a camgirl before. Hadn’t even seen
the interest. What’s wrong with old-fashioned, free porn? But he wanted to know
him. This man… he needed to know him.
“I’m Tony,” Tony choked out. It really shouldn’t be this difficult to form a
sentence. It was all so overwhelming.
“Steve,” the guy said with a careless shrug. Steve could be lying about his
name, but for some reason, Tony believed him. Maybe that was the point. Maybe
Steve told everyone his name… or at least his name of Steve. Maybe it was all a
ploy. Steve was doing this to make money. This was Steve’s job.
But, God help him, Tony loved thinking his name. Steve. It fit the man.
Probably because he’d chosen it. Tony didn’t even care anymore. Tony just
wanted to get on with this.
“So, Tony, is there anything you want to watch me do?” Steve purred and Tony’s
cock jerked. Why hadn’t he unbuttoned his pants yet? “Do you want me to stroke
my cock for you? Do you want me to finger my asshole? Leave it wet and gaping?
God, it would feel so good to have your big cock in my tight little asshole.”
During Steve’s monologue, Tony had managed to free his cock and was now
stroking it. He was pretty sure that he would be able to cum from Steve
speaking alone. But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted to cum watching Steve.
“That,” Tony managed. “That,” he gasped again. Yes, that was what he wanted. He
wanted to watch Steve finger himself. He wanted Steve to tell him how much he
wanted it. He wanted to fuck Steve and cum inside of him.
Tony knew that was the whole point of camming—to make the customer want you
until they couldn’t take it anymore—but this felt different, somehow. Tony had
never really been attracted to men before. He appreciated when they were good
looking, but he’d never thought about doing with them the things he was wanting
to do with Steve.
“You want me to stretch my ass?” Steve asked, his voice dripping pure sex.
“Yes.” Tony’s hand was getting faster as he stroked his own cock. He couldn’t
cum yet. He refused to cum yet.
“Do you want me to use my fingers?” Steve asked. Tony pried his eyes open to
watch as Steve sucked three fingers in his mouth and started making obscene
sounds and gestures with them. “Or do you want me to use a toy?”
That was an option? Tony had to think. He couldn’t think. He brain was in his
cock, which was currently throbbing and wanting nothing more than to be able to
feel the release of orgasm. “I… y—you choose,” Tony finally stuttered out.
Steve’s brow furrowed. Had Tony done something wrong? Shit, was his supposed to
take charge of everything and just… use the camm-er to fulfill his fantasy? It
couldn’t work like that! He didn’t know what his fantasy was! Yes, he did, he
knew his fantasy was Steve. So anything Steve did would have been perfect for
him. Had he done it the right way? He wasn’t sure.
Steve recovered from his confusion and grabbed a toy just off to his left. Tony
hadn’t realized the giant pump bottle filled with what he assumed was lubricant
was there until Steve started to spread it along the toy.
Without much hesitation, Steve breeched himself with the toy. Tony didn’t stand
a chance. Far too soon he was cumming. Fuck, he wanted this to last longer.
What was he supposed to do now? Was he supposed to watch Steve until he
finished? Was he supposed to just hang up and let Steve have his next showing?
What was the protocol for this? Why had he thought this would be a good idea?
“Did you cum?” Steve asked. He didn’t sound judgmental. He probably did this
for all sorts of people. God, he probably did this for old men who came just
looking at him. For the first time since he logged on, Tony felt dirty.
“Is Steve your real name?” Tony asked instead of answering the question. Steve
was pulling a blanket over his lap. He was still hard. Was Tony supposed to do
something about that?
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
“It’s… just tell me. Is Steve your real name?”
“Yes.” The tone of Steve’s voice led Tony to believe he was honest. It also led
Tony to believe that Steve wasn’t used to being asked this sort of questions.
“Is Tony yours?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?” Tony joked. For the first time since this started, he
felt like himself. He could slide his mask back into place. For the first time
since he “met” Steve, he felt as if he was in control.
“May I ask you a question?” Steve asked and Tony’s stomach sank. Are you Tony
Stark? Was the first thing that Tony figured he’d ask. Then say something like
I didn’t know you were gay. Then Tony would have to explain the whole thing.
“Sure,” he said, even though his entire being was screaming at him to just
disconnect the damn webcam and forget this happened.
“Is this the first time you’ve done something like this? You seem kind of
uncomfortable.”
“Are you allowed to ask me stuff like that? Aren’t we just supposed to wank and
then part ways?
“Yes, it’s against policy, but I’m worried. You seem out of sorts.”
Why the hell not. Time to spill his guts on the internet to a stranger.
Honestly, he had nothing to lose. If the guy was going to take some sort of
snapshot or send the info to a reporter, he would have done it already.
“Last night I… kissed a guy for the first time. Before that, I didn’t know that
I liked guys. So when you or whatever algorithm messaged me, it seemed to be
perfect timing.”
Steve smiled a warm smile, almost like sunshine. Tony could almost feel it
through the screen. It was intimate. It was everything.
“So, BU?” Tony said after a long silence.
“Huh?”
“Boston University.” Tony pointed at the screen, indicating the banner that
hung on Steve’s wall behind him. “You’re at BU.”
“Oh, I—” Steve’s sentence was choked off.
“Hey, no, hey. It’s okay,” Tony assured. “Seriously. The only reason I pointed
it out was because we’re both in Boston. I’m at MIT.”
“Oh.”
“And, I, uh… I know we met on kind of unconventional circumstances. Not kind
of. Very unconventional circumstances. But… maybe you’d want to go out
sometime?”
Steve licked his lips and looked down. Tony could notice a thinking face when
he saw one. Steve was actually considering it. Holy shit, that had been a shot
in the dark.
“I’ll still have to… I’ll still have to cam.”
“Okay.”
“It’s my job and… it’s money and I need the money.”
“I’m okay with it. Maybe at some point, we can give one of your customers a
little show with the two of us.” Where was this coming from? Tony knew how to
flirt with women but this was uncharted territory. He thought he was doing
alright, judging by Steve’s face. Then again, this was his job—to make the
customer happy.
“It’s against policy,” Steve said. Tony’s stomach dropped. A nice letdown.
Short, sweet. Tony understood that. It was the rules of whatever contract Steve
had signed.
“I’m sorry. I’ll just di—”
“But, I am willing to break that rule if you are.”
End Notes
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