I'm Gonna Throw Up – Bruce/Tony

"Now, I'm totally in favour of you being in my house and all, but you are allowed to knock first." Tony loved being around Bruce, actually, they 'got' each other. It was that kind of friendship where they could just be fucked up and not have to worry about what the other thought.

"Shut up. Anyway, I swiped this from dad's cabinet." Bruce had a bottle of something expensive and alcoholic in his left hand.

Tony didn't like the way Bruce drank. He wished he'd stop but Tony enjoyed getting secretly drunk on school-nights as much as the next emotionally fucked teenage boy. So he never turned down the offer of free mysterious booze.

They sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, glaring at each other. Whatever that drink was, it was way more alcoholic than either of them anticipated.

Tony lent forward to shove Bruce in the shoulder (either to make sure he wasn't dead or to just get his attention, Tony wasn't quite sure, himself). It was just a tiny push but Bruce fell backwards in fits of laughter, pulling Tony on top of him. They were both crying with laughter when Tony shoved his lips against Bruce's mouth. It wasn't romantic or passionate; it was an awkward kiss in every sense of the word.

Bruce leaned into the kiss and his hand instinctively crept into Tony's hair, pulling them closer. Their lips slid together slowly. Bruce tugged at Tony's hair, pulling him away, they both gasped for air and looked at each other with shock.

"Bruce, I'm so—"Tony started, but Bruce interrupted him by pressing a finger to his lips.

Bruce loved Tony, but not in that way. He didn't think he did, anyway. They were either falling for each other in a way that neither of them or expected, or they're far drunker than they thought they were.

Tony launched himself up from the floor, stumbling backwards on his feet and practically falling into the door. "I'm gonna throw up." With that, he fell into the bathroom.

Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Great."