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He hated waiting. Hated being the one waiting. If Tony had his choice he would be the one in there, doing the final leg, the one in the most danger at the end of things. There was still a minute before the security guard finished checking out the distraction Tony'd set up, and if Koz was following the plan as they'd agreed then he should be out the door in the next minute.

"C'mon, c'mon," his hands were twitching on the wheel of the car they'd jacked for this, fingers drumming quickly as he leaned forward and squinted at the door his twin should be coming through in just... a few more... "Damnit Koz, c'mon."

For the time being? He wasn't even thinking about that stupid bet he'd made with his brother, the one that had sent a shiver down his spine, had heat coiling tight in his stomach. He just wanted the idiot to get out alive.

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All air left him as relief punched quick and hard in the gut, nimble fingers flicking at the ignition, having the car revved up and humming by the time Kozak jumped through the window, wrapped his arms around him. He was grinning, an eyebrow twitching at the bite to his ear, but other than that he made no response to the advance - yet - simply slid the car into gear and peeled out onto the street.

Well, as fast as one could peel out in something Tony hadn't personally modified.

"No need for petnames, gorgeous," he said easily, a laugh bubbling at the back of his throat. His hand left the gearshift momentarily, sneaking over, fingertips tracing gently down the stripes of Kozak's pants, a teasing touch. "But you made it, didn't you?"

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Kozak held Tony's hand there with one of his own and moved it over just slightly to... ah, yes, right there. The escape always put him in an impossible state, adrenaline and hormones combined into one intoxicating mix.

"Yes, I did. Why do I ever doubt you?" He said with a coy smile and licked his lips. He truthfully never did. He'd long ago trusted his brother in all things, especially with his life. That never stopped the teasing though... or him finding an excuse to make stupid bets he knew he'd lose.

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A smirk tugged at his lips at the shift of his hand in Koz's grip, his fingers flexing and pressing down just the slightest amount, dancing over the fabric, feeling and outlining the trace of his brother's arousal through his pants. A practiced and idle gesture, every other bit of him as casual as if they were just discussing the weather. Out for a Saturday drive.

"Cause you like pushing it," he said easily enough, coasting to a stop to allow a car coming the other way to pass, his grip tightening just slightly as they waited, thumb stroking a firm, slow line. And then his touch was gone, those same long, nimble fingers dancing over the gear shift, kicking the car back up to speed as they rounded the corner. No cops chasing them down. Yet another flawless get-away. "I wanna know why you still bet on it."