It did sound as if Rumlow spoke from experience, and while Steve wanted to know the story behind that, he didn't think now was the time for it. It would only get him more worked up and at this point he could really focus on one thing, which was getting them back to his apartment as soon as possible. Maybe by then this all would have worn off, or at least downgraded from desperation to more of a low burn, but either way, he wanted to be behind closed doors.
Rumlow was right, though. He hadn't actually done that much. Maybe it had been the thrill of being touched in a public place, or maybe it had been the way Rumlow had done it. Steve couldn't explain why it was this, more than anything else, which had set him off, but he bristled at being referred to as sensitive. It wasn't like that. Rumlow just had an effect on him that no one else had so far. Then again, no one had ever been this gutsy with him until now.
The joking just never stopped. Steve gave Rumlow an unimpressed look at that question. "If you're lucky," he replied, because he could only assume that his slower pace had been enough to frustrate Rumlow. Steve settled onto the bike, doing so gingerly so as to not rub himself up against anything. He really did feel overly sensitive now, like some high school kid running on too many hormones.
Still, all he had to do now was drive, right? He put the key into the ignition and did his best to ignore the way that the bike shuddered to life under him. "You better hold on tight," he warned. Steve wouldn't break any speed limits, but he didn't plan on this being a leisurely trip back either.
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Rumlow was right, though. He hadn't actually done that much. Maybe it had been the thrill of being touched in a public place, or maybe it had been the way Rumlow had done it. Steve couldn't explain why it was this, more than anything else, which had set him off, but he bristled at being referred to as sensitive. It wasn't like that. Rumlow just had an effect on him that no one else had so far. Then again, no one had ever been this gutsy with him until now.
The joking just never stopped. Steve gave Rumlow an unimpressed look at that question. "If you're lucky," he replied, because he could only assume that his slower pace had been enough to frustrate Rumlow. Steve settled onto the bike, doing so gingerly so as to not rub himself up against anything. He really did feel overly sensitive now, like some high school kid running on too many hormones.
Still, all he had to do now was drive, right? He put the key into the ignition and did his best to ignore the way that the bike shuddered to life under him. "You better hold on tight," he warned. Steve wouldn't break any speed limits, but he didn't plan on this being a leisurely trip back either.