Tony watches him lay down, and for a brief moment he can only watch him. The way he moves, how his eyes look in this light. Klaus’s eyes had been striking from the first moment that they met, he remembers that so clearly that it immediately comes to mind, but it’s different right now. It’s as if he’s seeing him again for the first time, and—
No, he tells himself. He’s not going down this path. He supposes it’s a good thing, to want to hit on Klaus since it’s the first ‘normal’ thing that he has found himself wanting to do since finding himself in a cave in Afghanistan, but no. Pepper would probably murder him for turning this into something else, especially when it’s actually going pretty well.
When Klaus suggests to lay down, Tony gives him a look despite the fact that a smirk quirks at his lips, and with a playful sigh he complies. “Oh, you mean I could have been live-streaming this whole thing from the beginning? I think I remember someone from that boring party that would love to see you in yoga pants.”
He’s teasing, and the way his smile turns playful is almost too easy.
As he listens to Klaus speaks, he considers what he says before he nods slightly. Until he mentions tension, and Tony looks genuinely surprised. Not at the fact that he looks tense, but that it’s bad enough to make it that obvious to someone who he has barely interacted with. “That’s quite the range there. But...yeah, alright. I guess it’s worth a shot.”
Despite his initial apprehension, though, he knows it’s already working. Just laying down here, under the tree and with the sounds of the ocean at a distance, it’s relaxing him enough that he’s managing to breathe a little easier. Now that he’s not wrapped up with his project and all the work he has been pouring into it, it’s as if the exhaustion he has been trying to outrun is slowly creeping in, but he tries to ignore it as he turns his head to turn to Klaus again.
“So, tell me. Did I miss any good parties while I was gone, or have they been just as boring?”
Klaus knows what eyes feel like when they follow him across a room and it's no different here, when he settles down on his yoga mat. He doesn't acknowledge it; they've slept together already, after all, but there's a tiny little victory in there still. He'd expected a complete mess, from what Pepper had said, and to see there's something of that playboy still beneath a guarded surface? Well, well, well.
But he doesn't bother to move, either, once he rolls to face the man, head leaned into one palm. "I like to keep my options open to the various levels of despair one might face in life. Even if your despair for the next month is nothing but a yoga-induced hell, I take great delight in it. After thirty days, you can be free of me without charge, you know. Your little friend, Pepper? She can write a contract sharp enough to slay a man."
The afternoon weather holds up, clear skies and balmy breeze. Again, Klaus finds himself envious of the view. To have a slice of a beach that close, private and tucked away? He'd love to bring Claire here, let her splash in the waters and collect shells that tourists and vacationers haven't yet gotten their paws on.
"Any party I attended was a party you should not have missed. No party can be boring so long as I'm there, didn't you learn that last time?" He laughs softly, plucking a blade of grass and tossing it at Tony before he rolls onto his back again, tipping his face up into the sun, arms stretched over his head in the grass. It's easy, keeping up the playful tone, digging into the soft spot of conversation between them. They've acknowledged the pain, the tension, but now he wants to bring some levity to Tony Stark, the human being. Klaus knows what it's like to wake up every day feeling like a shell of yourself, and sometimes the normalcy of those around you can help fill that tank.
"You missed very little. But all that means is we can make up for it with parties of our own. I've been known to do a little spicy mix of dancercize and yoga if that will really get the blood boiling."
He smirks at the thought. "But I have the feeling the only one really wanting to see me in my yoga pants has the good fortune to be doing live sessions on the reg with me now. In fact, I think your little Pepper has me booked twice a week. Whatever will you do but pine for me in all your free time."
“I’d say I’m surprised, but she can be more ruthless than I am with contracts, so... But don’t worry. You’ll be compensated either way.”
Trying this out for thirty days doesn’t feel too bad, though. Or, well. This part isn’t terrible, at least. He’s still unsure about the yoga portion, but at least Klaus has already managed to get him in a better mood then what he had been when he walked out of the house.
With a chuckle, he gives him a ‘oh really’ look when he talks about the parties, unable to hide the smile on his face. He had forgotten how easy it was to do this, getting lost in conversation with Klaus, but he’s finding the rediscovery pretty damn comforting.
“Dancercize, huh? That...sounds a little terrifying but I guess we’ll have to wait and see how that goes.”
Twice a week. He gets to see Klaus twice a week? He may have dismissed that fact when Pepper was filling him in about the sessions, but he finds himself not minding it. “Lucky me. Guess we’ll have to have some fun, then.” He stretches out his legs, his body suddenly relishing on the fact that he’s not sitting or standing anymore after...hell, he can’t even remember. As he stretches, he looks up at the tree above him, the blue sky beyond it. For a moment he stays still, just observing everything before he breathes out a chuckle.
“You want to know something ridiculous? I’ve lived here for years and I think this is the first time I’ve ever done this. Hanging out here like this, I mean. It’s...admittedly, not terrible.”
"That wasn't an outright rejection on the dancercize and I have to tell you that is a very dangerous road to go down, darling," Klaus laughs softly at the thought and lets himself fall back onto the mat, eyes closing as he tips his face toward a patch of sun. It's warm, disarming in a way, but even with his defenses down, there's little that Klaus can't handle. "We'll just have so much fun."
He stills if only to listen to the waves in the distance, which seem suppressed by the sound of that chuckle. Klaus opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the man on the ground across from him, a faint smile on his lips. It's a good sound, and with Tony distracted, he takes a second to admire the man in the dappled light. The dim light of the bar back then did little to dull his features, and even though Klaus can see the shadows of whatever it is the man saw in Afghanistan in the lines of his face, Tony Stark is handsome. No wonder he's a lady killer, after all.
Klaus shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. "Is that so? That's a real shame, I was just thinking if I'd had a yard like this I'd bring my niece here to do all the sight seeing and digging her little heart could desire, landscaping bedamned. Which I'm sure has cost thousands to upkeep, but what's a yard and garden with a view if you don't use it?"
Sitting up, Klaus draws his knees against his chest, tilting his head to rest against the tops. "Sounds like we'll be doing a lot of outdoor yoga, if only so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe when you're feeling especially bendy I'll even get you down on the beach. I mean, who wouldn't want to see this," he gestures once to himself, fingers wiggling, "Rolled up in sand. And don't even get me started on you. Ugh. But we'll start with shade and grass for now, can't progress too quickly. Can't have all those good looks getting to your head."
Tony chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he closes his eyes for a brief moment. “Call me morbidly curious. I’ve never even heard of dancercize, although my initial thought on it is hell no. But if we gotta try it, then...we’ll see.”
As Klaus props himself up, now it’s Tony’s turn to glance over to him but not moving from his spot. For the first time in way too long he’s actually comfortable, and it’s obvious in his even his features seem a bit less tense than when he had originally stepped out.
“How old is she?” Allison Hargreeves may be extremely famous, and her family by association in addition to the old game their name carries with it, but Tony doesn’t pay attention to those type of details. The paparazzi and their intrusive reporting has always bugged him, especially since he has been on the kid’s side of that equation, so he ignores those type of interviews or spreads. “You can bring her one day, if you want. You don’t even have to come up here, we can give you the code to go to the beach. Trust me, no one will bother you guys.”
It’s said so easily, like he and Klaus have known each other forever and this is common between them. But, considering how Klaus has managed already to accomplish the impossible by getting him to relax, the offer is out without even a second thought. And, well. While Tony may have the reputation of being a narcissist, and selfish, and an egomaniac to boot, what people don’t really realize is that he’s more generous than he ever tends to publicly share. This is a glimpse to the other side of Tony - the side that doesn’t get publicized or exposed.
Tony chuckles again about doing yoga down by the beach, shaking his head slightly. “I vote for sticking with this first. I’ve had enough sand to last me for a good while, so. I’m good.” It’s said casually, almost too easily as he rolls over and props himself to face Klaus with a smile. “But hey, if you want to roll up in sand, you can do it. I’ll just admire the view.”
"She's five going on sixty. She turns six next month and I think she'll have taken over the country by then. The world by seven. The universe and beyond by seven and a half. I'd warn you, but I think the kid's got a good head on her shoulders."
Klaus smiles when he speaks of Claire, and he might as well be talking about his own kid for all the fondness in his voice and his expression. But in a way, Claire saved him from himself, long before she could speak, long before he knew her.
"So you be careful. Give me the code to the beach and she might have your whole house on command after that." He snorts, picking idly at the grass with his free hand, pleased to see Tony propping himself up. There's something more relaxed about him, and while Klaus can't help but admire the view, he's glad to see the man letting down a defense or two. The sand comment doesn't go without notice, though, and he laughs.
"No sand, got it. To be honest, it's so uncomfortable and it's like glitter, the shit just gets everywhere. So maybe we'll stick to grass and greener pastures for now. I'll let you do all the difficult yoga work and I'll go have myself a nice little suntan. I'll conduct class anywhere, so long as we've got room to breathe."
Small spaces make him antsy, remind him a little too much of a childhood spend in dark, looming mausoleums and cramped graves. "But by all means," he shifts to sit up, but not without arching his back and tossing his hair dramatically, "Admire the view all you please. But that's a two way street, mister, and I think there might be some kind of sexual harassment clause in the contract. Though I think Ms. Potts was more worried about you. Jokes on her, hm?" He smiles as he draws up into a cross legged sit.
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No, he tells himself. He’s not going down this path. He supposes it’s a good thing, to want to hit on Klaus since it’s the first ‘normal’ thing that he has found himself wanting to do since finding himself in a cave in Afghanistan, but no. Pepper would probably murder him for turning this into something else, especially when it’s actually going pretty well.
When Klaus suggests to lay down, Tony gives him a look despite the fact that a smirk quirks at his lips, and with a playful sigh he complies. “Oh, you mean I could have been live-streaming this whole thing from the beginning? I think I remember someone from that boring party that would love to see you in yoga pants.”
He’s teasing, and the way his smile turns playful is almost too easy.
As he listens to Klaus speaks, he considers what he says before he nods slightly. Until he mentions tension, and Tony looks genuinely surprised. Not at the fact that he looks tense, but that it’s bad enough to make it that obvious to someone who he has barely interacted with. “That’s quite the range there. But...yeah, alright. I guess it’s worth a shot.”
Despite his initial apprehension, though, he knows it’s already working. Just laying down here, under the tree and with the sounds of the ocean at a distance, it’s relaxing him enough that he’s managing to breathe a little easier. Now that he’s not wrapped up with his project and all the work he has been pouring into it, it’s as if the exhaustion he has been trying to outrun is slowly creeping in, but he tries to ignore it as he turns his head to turn to Klaus again.
“So, tell me. Did I miss any good parties while I was gone, or have they been just as boring?”
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But he doesn't bother to move, either, once he rolls to face the man, head leaned into one palm. "I like to keep my options open to the various levels of despair one might face in life. Even if your despair for the next month is nothing but a yoga-induced hell, I take great delight in it. After thirty days, you can be free of me without charge, you know. Your little friend, Pepper? She can write a contract sharp enough to slay a man."
The afternoon weather holds up, clear skies and balmy breeze. Again, Klaus finds himself envious of the view. To have a slice of a beach that close, private and tucked away? He'd love to bring Claire here, let her splash in the waters and collect shells that tourists and vacationers haven't yet gotten their paws on.
"Any party I attended was a party you should not have missed. No party can be boring so long as I'm there, didn't you learn that last time?" He laughs softly, plucking a blade of grass and tossing it at Tony before he rolls onto his back again, tipping his face up into the sun, arms stretched over his head in the grass. It's easy, keeping up the playful tone, digging into the soft spot of conversation between them. They've acknowledged the pain, the tension, but now he wants to bring some levity to Tony Stark, the human being. Klaus knows what it's like to wake up every day feeling like a shell of yourself, and sometimes the normalcy of those around you can help fill that tank.
"You missed very little. But all that means is we can make up for it with parties of our own. I've been known to do a little spicy mix of dancercize and yoga if that will really get the blood boiling."
He smirks at the thought. "But I have the feeling the only one really wanting to see me in my yoga pants has the good fortune to be doing live sessions on the reg with me now. In fact, I think your little Pepper has me booked twice a week. Whatever will you do but pine for me in all your free time."
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Trying this out for thirty days doesn’t feel too bad, though. Or, well. This part isn’t terrible, at least. He’s still unsure about the yoga portion, but at least Klaus has already managed to get him in a better mood then what he had been when he walked out of the house.
With a chuckle, he gives him a ‘oh really’ look when he talks about the parties, unable to hide the smile on his face. He had forgotten how easy it was to do this, getting lost in conversation with Klaus, but he’s finding the rediscovery pretty damn comforting.
“Dancercize, huh? That...sounds a little terrifying but I guess we’ll have to wait and see how that goes.”
Twice a week. He gets to see Klaus twice a week? He may have dismissed that fact when Pepper was filling him in about the sessions, but he finds himself not minding it. “Lucky me. Guess we’ll have to have some fun, then.” He stretches out his legs, his body suddenly relishing on the fact that he’s not sitting or standing anymore after...hell, he can’t even remember. As he stretches, he looks up at the tree above him, the blue sky beyond it. For a moment he stays still, just observing everything before he breathes out a chuckle.
“You want to know something ridiculous? I’ve lived here for years and I think this is the first time I’ve ever done this. Hanging out here like this, I mean. It’s...admittedly, not terrible.”
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He stills if only to listen to the waves in the distance, which seem suppressed by the sound of that chuckle. Klaus opens his eyes and turns his head to look at the man on the ground across from him, a faint smile on his lips. It's a good sound, and with Tony distracted, he takes a second to admire the man in the dappled light. The dim light of the bar back then did little to dull his features, and even though Klaus can see the shadows of whatever it is the man saw in Afghanistan in the lines of his face, Tony Stark is handsome. No wonder he's a lady killer, after all.
Klaus shifts to prop himself up on an elbow. "Is that so? That's a real shame, I was just thinking if I'd had a yard like this I'd bring my niece here to do all the sight seeing and digging her little heart could desire, landscaping bedamned. Which I'm sure has cost thousands to upkeep, but what's a yard and garden with a view if you don't use it?"
Sitting up, Klaus draws his knees against his chest, tilting his head to rest against the tops. "Sounds like we'll be doing a lot of outdoor yoga, if only so I can live vicariously through you. Maybe when you're feeling especially bendy I'll even get you down on the beach. I mean, who wouldn't want to see this," he gestures once to himself, fingers wiggling, "Rolled up in sand. And don't even get me started on you. Ugh. But we'll start with shade and grass for now, can't progress too quickly. Can't have all those good looks getting to your head."
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As Klaus props himself up, now it’s Tony’s turn to glance over to him but not moving from his spot. For the first time in way too long he’s actually comfortable, and it’s obvious in his even his features seem a bit less tense than when he had originally stepped out.
“How old is she?” Allison Hargreeves may be extremely famous, and her family by association in addition to the old game their name carries with it, but Tony doesn’t pay attention to those type of details. The paparazzi and their intrusive reporting has always bugged him, especially since he has been on the kid’s side of that equation, so he ignores those type of interviews or spreads. “You can bring her one day, if you want. You don’t even have to come up here, we can give you the code to go to the beach. Trust me, no one will bother you guys.”
It’s said so easily, like he and Klaus have known each other forever and this is common between them. But, considering how Klaus has managed already to accomplish the impossible by getting him to relax, the offer is out without even a second thought. And, well. While Tony may have the reputation of being a narcissist, and selfish, and an egomaniac to boot, what people don’t really realize is that he’s more generous than he ever tends to publicly share. This is a glimpse to the other side of Tony - the side that doesn’t get publicized or exposed.
Tony chuckles again about doing yoga down by the beach, shaking his head slightly. “I vote for sticking with this first. I’ve had enough sand to last me for a good while, so. I’m good.” It’s said casually, almost too easily as he rolls over and props himself to face Klaus with a smile. “But hey, if you want to roll up in sand, you can do it. I’ll just admire the view.”
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Klaus smiles when he speaks of Claire, and he might as well be talking about his own kid for all the fondness in his voice and his expression. But in a way, Claire saved him from himself, long before she could speak, long before he knew her.
"So you be careful. Give me the code to the beach and she might have your whole house on command after that." He snorts, picking idly at the grass with his free hand, pleased to see Tony propping himself up. There's something more relaxed about him, and while Klaus can't help but admire the view, he's glad to see the man letting down a defense or two. The sand comment doesn't go without notice, though, and he laughs.
"No sand, got it. To be honest, it's so uncomfortable and it's like glitter, the shit just gets everywhere. So maybe we'll stick to grass and greener pastures for now. I'll let you do all the difficult yoga work and I'll go have myself a nice little suntan. I'll conduct class anywhere, so long as we've got room to breathe."
Small spaces make him antsy, remind him a little too much of a childhood spend in dark, looming mausoleums and cramped graves. "But by all means," he shifts to sit up, but not without arching his back and tossing his hair dramatically, "Admire the view all you please. But that's a two way street, mister, and I think there might be some kind of sexual harassment clause in the contract. Though I think Ms. Potts was more worried about you. Jokes on her, hm?" He smiles as he draws up into a cross legged sit.