With missions keeping them busy more often than not, Steve and Rumlow couldn't always find the time to have these get-togethers outside of work. They fit them in when they could, until they became routine, and at this point Steve had even had Rumlow over to his place a few times, which was a pretty big adjustment for him.
It had gotten to the point where he couldn't just think of them as two friends hanging out on their off hours, either. What they were doing, they were dates. Natasha had even confirmed as much after Steve had described a few. She had also given him points for her surprising her -- of all the people for Steve to end up with, she never would have picked Brock Rumlow.
Steve wouldn't have either, but they complemented each other surprisingly well. Rumlow never pressured him to do more than he wanted to, but he was just bold enough to push Steve a little bit out of his comfort zone, which he needed.
Like tonight. They'd decided to go out and catch a movie. It was a low-stress kind of date where Steve didn't have worry too much about being spotted, since they spent most of it in a dark room. But partway through the movie, Rumlow started to get handsy, his palm moving from Steve's shoulder across his back and then down between his thighs to rub there. He didn't actually grab at Steve's crotch, but he got dangerously close, and by the time that the credits were rolling, Steve was officially frustrated. He stepped out of the theater half-hard and flushed like he had a fever.
While they had kissed plenty by now and even fooled around a little, they hadn't gone the whole way, so to speak, and yet right now Steve was so worked up that he could barely think straight. As they walked out of the building into the blissfully cool night air, Steve sent Rumlow a knowing look. "I was hardly following what was going on at the end there," he said, somewhat accusing. At least it had just been a mindless action movie.
"You're coming back to my place, right?"
If Rumlow said no, then he didn't know what he would do.
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With missions keeping them busy more often than not, Steve and Rumlow couldn't always find the time to have these get-togethers outside of work. They fit them in when they could, until they became routine, and at this point Steve had even had Rumlow over to his place a few times, which was a pretty big adjustment for him.
It had gotten to the point where he couldn't just think of them as two friends hanging out on their off hours, either. What they were doing, they were dates. Natasha had even confirmed as much after Steve had described a few. She had also given him points for her surprising her -- of all the people for Steve to end up with, she never would have picked Brock Rumlow.
Steve wouldn't have either, but they complemented each other surprisingly well. Rumlow never pressured him to do more than he wanted to, but he was just bold enough to push Steve a little bit out of his comfort zone, which he needed.
Like tonight. They'd decided to go out and catch a movie. It was a low-stress kind of date where Steve didn't have worry too much about being spotted, since they spent most of it in a dark room. But partway through the movie, Rumlow started to get handsy, his palm moving from Steve's shoulder across his back and then down between his thighs to rub there. He didn't actually grab at Steve's crotch, but he got dangerously close, and by the time that the credits were rolling, Steve was officially frustrated. He stepped out of the theater half-hard and flushed like he had a fever.
While they had kissed plenty by now and even fooled around a little, they hadn't gone the whole way, so to speak, and yet right now Steve was so worked up that he could barely think straight. As they walked out of the building into the blissfully cool night air, Steve sent Rumlow a knowing look. "I was hardly following what was going on at the end there," he said, somewhat accusing. At least it had just been a mindless action movie.
"You're coming back to my place, right?"
If Rumlow said no, then he didn't know what he would do.