Outside of Pierce, Rumlow doubted that anyone was aware of his activities with Captain America were noted as anything strange or beyond simple attempts at friendship. The two agents assigned to attempt to wiggle into Steve's skirt had been pulled off the job to give him room to work and the freedom to do so at his own pace. There was no pressure to do more than keep Cap in the game and slightly distracted, but he had his own invested curiosity and interests involved in this.
They started dating actually faster than he expected, and while their nights out were low-key and generally involving something like watching a show, training or them trying to teach each other how to cook in between making out, it all went well enough. It was almost normal compared to how his life had gone up to this point, what with something to come back to and tease and press just a little here and there. Probably the most normal relationship he had ever had actually.
Of course, he had dug up the old ratty Captain America comics from his youth and amused himself with them. If he happened to masturbate while doing so more and more, it was no one's business but his own. It was a bit awkward waking up with an open comic over his morning wood where he had fallen asleep on the couch. He dealt with it like he dealt with everything else.
Rumlow had convinced Steve with only a little jostling to see a movie with him, less because he wanted to see it and more because he hadn't convinced Rogers to go out in public with him. Of course, his big blond went incognito with a ball cap and everything, but he respected the need for privacy as he always did. The movie was okay, boring in parts, but it was dark and it allowed him to get his hands on Steve just for the sake of touching the man next to him and without any particular intention of arousing anything, even suspicion. The fact that he raised things to half-mast amused the hell out of him, especially when Steve left the theater next to him looking distinctly ruffled and flushed.
He raised an eyebrow at the knowing look, just smirking the entire way to the street with his hands innocently tucked into his pockets. "Bad guys lost, good guys won, Steve. Besides, I think your 'hardly' were elsewhere, wasn't it?" His eyes flicked to Steve's trousers pointedly but subtly.
Rumlow made a show of looking at his watch, tilting his head this way and that. "I don't know... it's getting late, and we've got an early morning," he said before winking at Steve. "But for you and because you asked, I guess I'll break curfew. You're making me a rebel."
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They started dating actually faster than he expected, and while their nights out were low-key and generally involving something like watching a show, training or them trying to teach each other how to cook in between making out, it all went well enough. It was almost normal compared to how his life had gone up to this point, what with something to come back to and tease and press just a little here and there. Probably the most normal relationship he had ever had actually.
Of course, he had dug up the old ratty Captain America comics from his youth and amused himself with them. If he happened to masturbate while doing so more and more, it was no one's business but his own. It was a bit awkward waking up with an open comic over his morning wood where he had fallen asleep on the couch. He dealt with it like he dealt with everything else.
Rumlow had convinced Steve with only a little jostling to see a movie with him, less because he wanted to see it and more because he hadn't convinced Rogers to go out in public with him. Of course, his big blond went incognito with a ball cap and everything, but he respected the need for privacy as he always did. The movie was okay, boring in parts, but it was dark and it allowed him to get his hands on Steve just for the sake of touching the man next to him and without any particular intention of arousing anything, even suspicion. The fact that he raised things to half-mast amused the hell out of him, especially when Steve left the theater next to him looking distinctly ruffled and flushed.
He raised an eyebrow at the knowing look, just smirking the entire way to the street with his hands innocently tucked into his pockets. "Bad guys lost, good guys won, Steve. Besides, I think your 'hardly' were elsewhere, wasn't it?" His eyes flicked to Steve's trousers pointedly but subtly.
Rumlow made a show of looking at his watch, tilting his head this way and that. "I don't know... it's getting late, and we've got an early morning," he said before winking at Steve. "But for you and because you asked, I guess I'll break curfew. You're making me a rebel."