That wasn't an assessment that would ever make it on paper but god, he'd take it. He'd take it with the stamp of approval that came with Rumlow's moan, the matching heat and aggression in his kiss which felt like it knocked intensity of this into a fresh new gear.

"What?" Sam grinned against his mouth, catching his breath as he pulled at water-logged knit of Rumlow's shirt and arched up. He referenced the catch of his CO's legs that had him pinned and kept in the bushes -which weren't that comfortable but Rumlow at least that compelling not to immediately throw off.

He sucked off a trailing line of rain from the man's jaw. "Worried you can't keep me here? Or is the view that good?"

Probably warranted, since he tried to see if Rumlow very well could. Scuffling, Sam tried to untangle his legs and shoved Rumlow's right side - pretty sure he saw him favoring it just a touch by the time they were done with their little training session. If he dislodged him then it would be a victory, if not then they'd have those honest harsh movements and maybe destroy the bush a little more so that one branch wasn't trying to gouge into the middle of his back.