National Scotch Day

Sylum Snippet by Bj Jones

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The bottle was set down in front of Tony, on his workbench.   It was the best, which he knew, as it was from his private collection.  A single Malt Scottish Whiskey aged nicely at around 50 years.  It had been a gift from Obediah all those years ago, he may want the bastard dead, but he didn’t toss good whiskey … that would be his Mate.

“What’s this?” Tony glanced over at Scott who was not in uniform, but in casual jeans and he swore that was his Metallica t-shirt.

“It’s National Scotch Day.”

Tony was sure he his eye roll was epic enough he checked out his own ass, which is a nice ass if he doesn’t say so himself.  “So I get to have a glass because it’s a holiday?”

“You’ve been a good boy.”  Scott’s eyes were mischievous, he enjoyed the teasing and battering with his Mate.

“I’ve been cooped up in my lab for months, trying to untangle John’s guidance system, so the latest satellite doesn’t take out the International Space Station.”  Tony reached out and grabbed the bottle, no way was he turning it down.  “Though I did fix it, so I do deserve a glass.”

Scott set down two glasses.  “How about taking a break, we can go out to the rooftop and enjoy the view, a glass, and well if your lucky…”

“Hot sex under the stars?”  Tony laughed lightly.  “Jarvis save everything, and shut down for the day.  No spying you pervy bastard.”

‘It’s not like I haven’t seen your naked ass on numerous occasions sir.’

“Accurate.”  Tony laughed before he pulled Scott in for a quick kiss.

Scott grabbed the glasses and headed for the elevator, Tony just behind him, saying goodnight to his helpers.

It was a rare occasion to be in Malibu, so it was just the two of them, without the rest of the Tracy family.  Tony had a massive amount of meetings for Stark Industries, a few with Nico about security at the Manor, and one with Harold.

Scott was going to take the advantage and talk with John about some defense lessons, the man was formidable, and as military man he knew a soldier when he saw one.  He also wasn’t going to use every opportunity and advantage to keep his Mate safe.

If Tony was going to get more involved with the family he was collection – Scott would make sure he would be able to defend him … well until he hounded Tony enough to make Scott his own suit and can fly with Ironman.

They leaned against the railing watch the sun set over the ocean, sipping the damn good scotch.  Tony leaned into him, making Scott melt with utter happiness.

“I could get used to this holiday, much better than that Christmas thing.”

Scott chuckled and wisely sipped his Scotch not mentioning the new laptops, equipment, and other goodies Tony had made for Jensen, Dean, and the rest of the Tracy brothers.

“Well let’s make it a tradition then.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but leaned up and gave Scott a deep kiss.  “Someone promised me hot sex under the stars.”

Scott’s grin widened as he led Tony to the lounger, pushing him down on to it.  “Oh I think that can be arranged.”