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Whoa, big guy. (For assembles)

Who: Steve Rogers & Brock Rumlow
When: Pre-TWS
What: Because some sleeping dogs just need to be called 'big guy' with a wink and lewd suggestion. It may as well be Rumlow to do so.
Warnings: Rumlow being Rumlow. Shameless flirting. Maybe dirty sweaty man sex.

Rumlow was still flicking slugs off of his armour when they disembarked from the quinjet. If he ever had to go back to Loreta, Columbia, he was sleeping in the trees with the damn jaguars rather than in the tent with the slugs. Damn things made a mess of everything.

Of course, the next mess was juggling twenty-four guys in a confined locker room who all were intent on getting out of their disgusting body armour and uniforms and leaving after a quick shower. He was one of the last ones in the cramped quarters, but really, compared to the quinjet they just disembarked from, it was pretty much home sweet home. At least there was less chance of getting slugs up the trousers or leeches in ones boots. Actually... as he looked around, there was plenty of opportunity for both. Home sweet home, indeed.

He pushed members of STRIKE Echo out of his way, but he simply wiggled passed members of his own team. People were making their way to the showers, which thankfully left him room to get to his locker. Captains were on the far end, including Rogers apparently, and he had a clean line of sight as he jostled his way to his locker to start stripping off his gear. Of course, he had to go passed Captain Rogers, which was always a goddamn treat. Only man who looked that good in underwear.

"Out of the way, Jenkins," he ordered, elbowing the lesser from loitering too close to Rogers. Kid just wanted a picture every single time. "Showers because you stink," he added, sending the youngest member of his team off but without a playful shove from the other guy. Just as planned.

He stepped backwards and bumped into Steve, his right hand going backwards as if to catch himself but really, it was so he could set it right on Rogers' right ass cheek. Damn fine. He pushed off as if correcting his balance and pretended to glare at Jenkins who was now hurrying off, leaving this area relatively alone.

"Sorry about that," he said, though he didn't mean it one bit. "Nice ass, big guy," he said with a wink as he reached out to open his locker and started to shrug out of his gear.

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The moment that any talk of recording this came up, the mood would have been ruined. Steve didn't really get anything out of the idea of watching himself unraveling like this, and while it might be entertaining to some, he'd had enough of others getting a kick out of watching him. That didn't change because it was something more private. Even if it had been kept between the two of them, he wasn't interested.

So it was a good thing that Rumlow didn't suggest that. The wink that he came out with was a lot more appealing. It occurred to Steve that it was the sort of cocky action that probably would have annoyed him at some point, but somewhere along the way he'd come to find it endearing. He didn't know what to make of that, and he didn't want to think too hard on what it meant.

All he wanted to do right now was get off, as quickly as humanly possible, and so the palming was a step in the right direction. Steve grunted and leaned both of his elbows on the counter behind him, taking some of the weight off of himself as he spread his legs to make himself more accessible.

While Steve wouldn't have minded doing this quick and quiet, he found that he was fine with some talking and taunting too. "Tell me," he said, almost a demand, eyes fluttering closed when Rumlow leaned in to suck at his throat. It would leave a mark, he thought, but that mark would be gone by the time that morning came and so Steve didn't have to worry about trying to cover it up. So he allowed it, groaning at the sensation of Rumlow's teeth grazing over his sensitive skin.

Steve Rogers coming undone, just like that. Sure, there had been enough set-up, kissing, time spent together, walls slowly lowering, but this right here... it was all gold. The novelty of doing this in Steve's apartment wasn't lost on him either because there had been initial resistance of showing him this place all that time ago. Everything mixed and added together was putting him in a highly aroused and great place.

He paused in his activities to grip the waist of Steve's trousers and force them down to the blond's knees. He then lifted a foot to set on the bunching material between Steve's legs and forced it the rest of the way down, and he continued to step on it to keep both legs and pants pinned to the floor. Let the rest of their golden hero squirm.

He slipped his hand around Steve's erection, stroking long and slow as he went back to leaning in so he could kiss and nip at the warm skin across the front of Rogers' chest. He made a husky noise of pleasure at the demand. "First, I'm going to stroke you until you squirm for me. Second, I'm going suck you until you beg. Third, I'm going to screw you until you come undone," he growled, all three promises that were coming down the line.

"Would you care to make changes to tonight's manifest," he added as he lowered his other hand to cup Steve's testicles and roll the sack against his palm.

Yes, Steve had also considered that they were doing this in his own space, the apartment that he'd been cagey about even letting Rumlow visit at first. It was supposed to be for him and him alone, the one place in the world where he could be himself because he didn't have any expectations to match up to -- but he was being himself right now. That was probably the scariest realization, that he wanted all of this, but there was something freeing about giving into it too.

And while he planned to keep their arrangement a secret, there was a part of Steve that wondered what everyone's reactions would be if they found out. Their perfect piece of propaganda, "tainted."

Rumlow didn't waste any time in getting his pants off, and as Steve's jeans were tugged down to the floor he stepped out of them and kicked them away to be collected later. It was probably for the best, because if he stayed in them too much longer he'd probably end up dirtying them. When Rumlow grabbed for his dick, finally making that skin-on-skin contact that Steve had resisted until now, a moan startled out of him and he bucked his hips up to press himself against Rumlow's palm.

The list of Rumlow's plans both thrilled Steve and left him unsure. That would lead to a whole lot of new experiences all in one night, and he didn't know if he was ready for it, but he also didn't really care how he got off, so long as it happened. The first two, at least, he could see himself doing -- but the third...

Whatever. He wasn't going to overthink this for once. There wasn't nearly enough blood in his brain for that right now. Rumlow's hand moved down to his balls and Steve hissed in surprise. He should have known that being touched there would be intense, given how sensitive he was there, but his cock twitched all the same. "You do your thing, I'll stop you if I'm not feeling it," he decided through ragged breaths.

Not here, though. Not on the kitchen counter. Steve pushed himself off of it, reluctantly pulled himself away from Rumlow's touch, and then nodded to the bedroom. "This way." He felt a little ridiculous, crossing the room with only his shirt on and one hell of an erection, but he also had enough presence of mind to not want to make a total mess.

The corner of his lip curled at the moan that emerged from Steve's lips, like some kind of dirty secret being told in the air between them. It was exactly what he wanted, and it stirred his blood like only the danger of a firefight could. His fingers flexed as they caressed up the full length of Steve's erection, being gentle and encouraging as he sidled up closer and savoured the flex and hardness of that enhanced body so close to his own.

He hummed to acknowledge that Steve could tell him to stop, and he actually would. If he wanted this to last, there was going to have to be some give and take. Besides, once Steve finally capitulated, it would be such a great day. He could make off 'took the virginity of a famous person' off of his bucket list.

Rumlow made a soft sound of loss when Steve just pulled away, his fingers releasing, but his lips twisting as if someone had just taken his favourite gun from his locker and told him to go piss off. The reaction was drummed away at the invitation though, and he moved silently after Steve, aware of the lay out of the apartment and able to guess where they were going. Steve was such an adorable traditionalist in that way. He prowled into the bedroom and kicked the door shut before he was reaching out to tug on Steve's shirt. "Come on, we're all alone. Do I get the pleasure of seeing you naked in your own place?"

It wasn't as if Steve wanted to delay this any further either, but he had to consider what would be easier to clean when they were done. All he had to do was toss his soiled sheets into the washing machine tomorrow morning and any trace of what they'd done would be erased.

And maybe some sense of traditionalism played into it too. It was going to be his first time, after all, and it seemed important that it happened in the bed.

When Rumlow slid back into his personal space again, Steve let out a shuddering breath and lifted both of his hands to set on Rumlow's shoulders. So he wanted the shirt off, huh? That wasn't a tall order given that Steve had already taken everything else off, and so he nodded at the spot where Rumlow was already grabbing for the fabric.

He resisted the urge to rub himself up against Rumlow's hip, to lean in and search out his mouth again. That could wait until he was properly naked. "Go ahead. But that means you're gonna strip down too, right?" Fair's fair.

Rumlow completely blamed old age traditionalism, though he admittedly had never looked into that thing back in the 40s, since the war had changed a bit of the decorum for sex. It seemed to him that Steve hadn't gotten on board, probably too late to the party and then it was all go-go-go running around after HYDRA bases and leading the charge into important combats.

He smoothed his hands over the material, encouraging its removal before he raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No way, you want it off, you take it off," he replied as he smoothed his hands over Steve's shoulders and then suddenly gripped the blond's shirt back and moved to pull it right over Steve's head.

"Half the fun is stripping each other after all," he said with a grin and a wink. He leaned in to run his tongue around an exposed nipple bud as his hands slid down to work on Steve's pants with as much efficiency as possible when he was hitting the point of being so turned on he was getting impatient.

There might have been times when Steve could have lost his virginity. During the USO shows, for instance, but he'd still been getting used to his new body back then, and he had to focus on relearning himself before he thought about trying to get physical with someone else.

(And talking to women had still been a brand new thing; figuring it out had taken practice.)

During the war he'd been too busy and too fixated on Peggy, and after his long cold sleep, he'd had a lot of adjusting to do, and a long list of issues more important than his sex life. Besides, Steve didn't like the idea of anonymous, meaningless sex. He didn't know what he and Rumlow were to each other, but at least they weren't strangers.

Rumlow took his shirt off without any fanfare, which left Steve completely naked. He barely had the chance to react to that before Rumlow's tongue was teasing around his nipple, which turned out to be way more sensitive than he'd prepared for. "Whoa, whoa," he huffed out as one of his hands went to grip at the base of his own dick, as if trying to slow it down before it got ahead of itself.

Still, he took to Rumlow's challenge, shifting in closer so he could grab for his shirt and wrench it up and over his head too. It was ridiculous that they were just standing in here when the bed was right next to them, so Steve nodded toward it. "Get on."

It wasn't the first time that he had seen Steve naked, since communal showers made it impossible to avoid that kind of contact with the rest of the team. It wasn't as if they made a big deal out of it, respecting one another's privacy even if sometimes it was reduced to stupid boyish games and teasing. His team kept that to the minimum when Steve was there, still not certain how the man would take to the boys flipping their junk at each other and throwing soap bars with full intent of hitting each other. The fact was they had all seen each other naked.

This was, however, his first time seeing Steve naked and aroused and damn if that didn't just make him feel special. It helped that Steve's skin tasted so good, not that he hadn't ran his mouth over it, but this was different. They were definitely going a direction very quickly. He smirked at Steve's actions, blowing a mock kiss at the need to slow down.

He shook his head to settle his hair now that his shirt was basically torn from him, but he mock saluted at the command to get on the bed. "Aye, aye Captain," he replied with a wink and slid onto the bed to settle on his knees, gesturing with a finger for Steve to follow him so that he could get his mouth on the man again.

It was also Steve's first time being naked and aroused around another person, except for maybe some awkward boners that had cropped up here and there over the years, and those were normal. This was something else entirely, and he knew it. His cock was standing at attention by now, a darker color than usual because of all the blood that had rushed there. Which wasn't to say that the rest of his body wasn't blushing too. Steve didn't just blush in his face -- the redness ran down his throat toward his chest too.

He had more or less expected some kind of smartassed comment in response to his commanding tone, but he was eager enough that he hadn't even thought about how it would sound. Ordering someone around in bed might have its benefits if it was all in good fun, but Steve wasn't about to get ahead of himself either. He was the one learning as he went here.

Rumlow looked way too good, on his knees on the bed and waiting for him, and Steve felt as if he was being pulled toward the bed by some invisible string. He crawled onto it at the foot and then slid over to where Rumlow waited, hands going down to his belt buckle so that he could get him undressed the rest of the way. His cock bobbed between his thighs while he slid Rumlow's belt out from the loops, but he tried not to think too much about that -- not yet, anyway.

Damn was Steve really flushed from the hairline all the way down? That was quite a sight, and it shouldn't turn him on more than he already was. It was just so Rogers that he smirked as his eyes crawled over the blond, more to enjoy the red tint to man's skin than any other reason, though that sight was still very nice. They really needed to see more movies together if this was going to be result.

He pressed his hips towards Steve's hands, feeling the subtle shift and tug on his belt. It was slower than he would have liked, but that just built up the anticipation and his arousal. That happened to be tenting his trousers as Steve worked, and he rested easily and lax upon his knees. All casual, in complete control and with the corner of his lips twisted into a smirk.

"Gonna tie me up with that, hmm?" He shifted on his knees forward slightly, easing a hand forward to play a finger up the full engorged length of Steve's erection. The pad of his thumb stopped to caress over the head while his index and middle finger scissored around the girth, constricting and stroking minimally. "We'll save that kind of fun for later if you can keep up, my golden oldie."

All Steve had really planned was to get the belt off as a means to an end. Tying Rumlow up with it definitely hadn't occurred to him until it was mentioned, and Steve's head snapped up to look Rumlow in the eyes when he said as much. Ordering him around, tying him up, there was a lot being tossed out right now but Steve figured that they should keep it simple. To make that point, he dropped the belt onto the floor. He was already overwhelmed as it was.

That much become painfully obvious when he tried to undo the button on Rumlow's pants, only to have Rumlow reach forward and caress his cock like it was some sort of holy object. Just that small bit of skin-on-skin contact was a lot to deal with, and Steve made a whining sound in the back of his throat that didn't even sound like himself to him as some precome began to bead at the tip of his erection.

He sucked in a breath between his teeth. If he let every stray touch throw him off track, they were never going to get to the main event and he couldn't afford to not. So after struggling through a heavy swallow, Steve leaned forward again and redoubled his efforts, unbuttoning and then unzipping Rumlow's pants with a dexterity he hadn't quite expected from himself at this point. Then he shoved Rumlow's pants and underwear downwards. "I'll take it into consideration," he said, though the reply was a bit delayed.

The tying up part had been a joke but also a test of what Steve might be willing to do in the future. It was clear that the poor bastard had so little experience that he should probably tone down a little so as not to send the guy off to the showers for a cold one, but it was both arousing and amusing to see Steve gawk over at him like the world was being opened up for the first time with so many possibilities after the lights went out.

The noise that worked its way out of Steve's throat at his contact was exhilarating, and it was nothing like the strong voice the blond had otherwise. His fingers massaged teasingly between strokes up towards the head where he watched with fascination as precum began to bead and build up. He slowed so that it wouldn't yet drop off or drip, just built it up little-by-little.

He almost thought his pants would be ripped off by the end there, but it was done and the material pooling around his knees. He suddenly leaned down to run his tongue over the head of Steve's reaction, gathering the significant bead of precum onto his tongue and rubbing it on the roof of his mouth before he quickly leaned in to kiss the super-soldier again, his hand resuming its stroking for the time being.

Whereas Steve was still brand new to this, he could tell that Rumlow had his fair share of experience. That didn't surprise him. He was a good-looking guy and he didn't seem like the sort of person who would have a lot of hang-ups when it came to jumping into bed with someone. Steve definitely wasn't a one-night stand sort of guy, which was why he'd never done any of this before. Which made him wonder what this really was, if he was going this far with Rumlow, but he didn't want to think about it right now.

No, he couldn't think about it, not when Rumlow was working him up nice and slow. Steve's body reacted to each touch, his hips jerking erratically until he was forced to brace his hands behind him. His intention had been to be more proactive about this, a way of asserting himself despite his lack of experience, but Rumlow really wasn't giving him the chance.

Because then Rumlow leaned down and Steve knew where it was going, what was about to happen, but that didn't brace him for the warm slickness of Rumlow's tongue on his dick. He groaned in both surprise and pleasure, his cock throbbing so intensely that he was forced to shift his hips around again. His started breathing rapidly then as the stroking continued, and made more of those unrecognizable noises -- no, moans.

This was so much better than doing it on his own and he was completely overwhelmed, at Rumlow's mercy as he tried not to make a complete spectacle of himself.

Ever since he had taken his assignment with Steve seriously, he had been going steady with the guy. There was something great about getting under the blond's skin, learning those little details that were both endearing and hopelessly Steve. He, of course, could still put a bullet in the guy's brain execution-style if he had to, but he'd carry those little details forward secretly ever after. It just reminded him that his work was for a greater good, but his screwing around with Steve was all his.

The shifting was natural, and he made no move to stop it, his fingers curling down around the base of Steve's erection to keep some control of where he was putting his mouth. After working out a few of those moans from the blond and giving Steve an opportunity to understand how good this was going to feel, he dropped his head more and curled his lips around the head of Steve's erection, sucking without a hint of mercy.

This was going to blow a few brain cells with or without Steve's expression cooperation on the matter. He used the tip of his tongue to tease at the slit before he was slowly bobbing his head to take inch by inch inside of his mouth. All the while, he watched the show.

And it definitely was a show. Steve was red as a tomato, mouth hanging open as his body was completely overcome with all kinds of devastating sensations. For someone who'd never even gotten so much as a handjob from another person before, to skip straight to this was like jumping into the deep end before ever learning how to swim with floaties. It did feel like Steve was being shoved underwater, but in the best possible way.

The whole lower half of his body was bursting with pleasure, every single cell tingling with how good it was. It was so much so fast that part of him almost wanted to ask Rumlow to stop so that he could get his bearings, while the other part of him would probably cry out in outrage if Rumlow moved away from his pulsing erection.

And pulsing it was. As Rumlow's tongue worked at the tip, Steve whimpered while precome started to bead there. Rumlow was going to taste that, he realized, and that only made the situation that much hotter. Before Steve knew it, he was using the momentum he had from his hands braced on the mattress to start pumping his hips up, pushing himself further into Rumlow's mouth. Not the nicest thing to do to someone who was already doing him a huge favor, but Steve no longer had any coherent thought left in his head. All he could think about was how incredibly good this was, and how much he wanted to get off.

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Whoa, big guy. (For assembles)

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(i think that rumlow got steve's pants off earlier?)

(I was just so excited v_v)

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/worst human being ever. Soooooo sorry for them epic fail delay

no worries! it happens

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