Steve should have known that his words would only spur Rumlow to push the envelope a little more. Rumlow is definitely a thrill-seeker, someone who laughs in the face of danger, and the possibility of getting into a motorcycle crash (with neither of them wearing helmets, mind you) didn't deter him in the slightest.
When Rumlow's hand pressed at his cock, Steve's hands faltered on the handlebars enough that they swerved slightly and he had to correct himself. Shit. He was going to have to do his best to focus on what was in front of him and not what was going on below the belt, and yet he didn't actually go so far as to order Rumlow to stop. This was the first time that Rumlow had touched him this deliberately. They'd both brushed up against each other's erections while making out, but that was mostly accidental. This wasn't, and it was killing him in the best possible way.
"You must really have a death wish, Rumlow," Steve grated out as he made a left turn, aiming for the less populated streets -- not that such a thing really existed in DC. He laid down on the gas and the bike roared beneath them. Steve loved riding this thing, but right now he'd like to ride Rumlow a whole lot more. "I hope you can back all of these words up with some real action."
Steve didn't actually know very much about Rumlow's sexual history, but he figured the guy had gotten around. He didn't know for a fact, but Rumlow was shameless in a way that made it pretty likely. Steve could do with a little shameless right now, and the way his cock throbbed in his pants made no secret of that.
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When Rumlow's hand pressed at his cock, Steve's hands faltered on the handlebars enough that they swerved slightly and he had to correct himself. Shit. He was going to have to do his best to focus on what was in front of him and not what was going on below the belt, and yet he didn't actually go so far as to order Rumlow to stop. This was the first time that Rumlow had touched him this deliberately. They'd both brushed up against each other's erections while making out, but that was mostly accidental. This wasn't, and it was killing him in the best possible way.
"You must really have a death wish, Rumlow," Steve grated out as he made a left turn, aiming for the less populated streets -- not that such a thing really existed in DC. He laid down on the gas and the bike roared beneath them. Steve loved riding this thing, but right now he'd like to ride Rumlow a whole lot more. "I hope you can back all of these words up with some real action."
Steve didn't actually know very much about Rumlow's sexual history, but he figured the guy had gotten around. He didn't know for a fact, but Rumlow was shameless in a way that made it pretty likely. Steve could do with a little shameless right now, and the way his cock throbbed in his pants made no secret of that.