It really depended on someone's definition of exciting. Steve rode a motorcycle through the wilderness of Europe, around thick groupings of trees and into enemy territory, with tanks circling him and explosions going off every few feet. Getting fondled while driving didn't really compare to that level of danger, but it was exciting in an entirely different way.

And he had to admit, it was a first.

Between Rumlow's voice coming in low and husky against his ear and that teasing nip, Steve really might have been better off just pulling over, but he was too stubborn to give in. Rumlow was pushing him, trying to find his breaking point, and Steve didn't plan to show it to him, at least not until he was riding him into next week.

"Just keep it in your pants, Rumlow," Steve hissed over his shoulder even as Rumlow rutted against him. He pushed down on the gas, and if he was breaking a few laws in the process, that would just have to remain their little secret. Steve just hoped that he didn't get pulled over, because that would lead to a lot of awkward explanations.

Luckily, he knew a lot of shortcuts through alleys and side streets that would keep them away from the prying eyes of the authorities. And who said that Steve Rogers couldn't be a bad boy sometimes?