Whoa, big guy. (For assembles)

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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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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."

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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.

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

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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.

no worries! it happens

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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.

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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.

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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.