Steve drew in a gasp as Rumlow began to touch him more intimately than he ever had before. For a moment, he wondered if he'd made a terrible mistake. Maybe he should have done a bit more of the in-between things before asking for this.

But no, what mattered was that he could trust Brock with his body, with everything, and that much he knew for sure.

He smiled and settled back against the sacks, letting his eyes slip closed. He lifted a hand and cupped Rumlow's cheek, then let his fingers drift up into his hair. "Love you..."