“Yeah?” Sam challenged, though he'd admit the view wasn't so bad from where he was too. There were hints of his mouth on Rumlow's neck, nothing damning but the temptation was there and the man was solid against him. The thrill of this and the rush of the downpour around him was making him bolder, right-out reckless. “I certainly hope you're going to do more than just admire, sir.”

The 'sir' slipped out but Sam went with it, swearing as calling Rumlow that right then with a clear insubordinate air went right to his dick. They kept breaking the bush down and Sam was pretty sure his back was a mess of scrapes from trying to break free before Rumlow made it clear where he wanted to stay put.

“Not going to clock you hard enough you can't see this through. It'd be hell explaining that to the rest of the team.” He would however sink his teeth into whatever tender parts he could reach. Right then it was Rumlow's earlobe, put within reach if he turned his head as Rumlow made his way up his jaw.