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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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.