It was like some strange swan mating dance. He'd seen them on television, and he had noted it came with a lot of head bobbing and shuffling. He couldn't be entirely certain that Steve was receptive, and he wasn't about to risk his entire mission on the assumption the little guy had no problem with men.

There also wasn't a sacrifice he wasn't willing to make for the success of this. He would be whatever he had to be to get it done and to have Steve's favour in the afterwards.

He followed Steve to the barracks, keeping an eye out but all was quiet and they slipped inside easily. He prowled down the hallway between bunks and listened for the sound of steady breathing. They must have been long enough to at least give everyone time to sleep off the incident. He slipped onto the lower bunk with Steve and arranged the blankets comfortably.

Of course, these were old military bunks and they weren't designed for two people, even though Steve was tiny. He accidentally brushed his feet against Steve's and they had to share a pillow too. They were still very close. "Tomorrow, you say nothing if the Lieutenant asks about injuries on the men. It's better we all pretend it didn't happen, okay?"