Summary : Tony’s never believed in God, or a higher power. Then his car broke down, and he met Donald Blake - aka, Thor.
Warnings : Uh…Mentioned blowjob (briefly), implied sex, domestic adorablity? Yes.
Tony’s never believed in God. Never believed in a higher power that controls your life, never believed in anything like that. And then he had met Thor. Met the man that went as Donald Blake to everyone else, but Tony knew different.
Met the man who loved to get dirty like him, covered in grease, take apart cars and motors and got that itch that Tony got when facing new toys, and had calloused, gentle hands.
That liked pizza and cheap beer or soda. That liked Disney Movies like he did, that liked to sing ‘Make a Man Out Of You’ when he stripped engines.
And Tony found his God. Found his god in soft kisses Stolen at night when watching TV, lazy and affectionate when Tony would show up with Pizza for lunch because Thor forgot to eat when he got focused on Cars.
Found his god in fingers tangled in his hair as they made out on the couch, some senseless show playing in the background, tangled in his hair as Tony took his time with his mouth and tongue wrapped around Thor’s cock, working the other to hard, slow release.
Found his god in fingers wrapped around his own as Thor kissed and stroked him through his own orgasm. Found his god in Thors name screamed for the nosy neighbor to hear when Thor brought him to that hard, pounded release in bed.
Found him in every smile, and every glance, and every frustrated huff, and every second Tony realized how lucky he was his car had broken down that day.
And everyone could fuck off - he would rather live with and worship his God than any other.