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spaces_between2015-03-19 09:23 am
infligere) wrote in spaces_between2015-03-19 09:23 am
When it rains
Who: Brock Rumlow & Sam Wilson
When: Pre-HYDRA reveal
What: STRIKE team training. Sam is a new recruit and Rumlow breaks him in. Literally?
Warnings: Uniform smut.
STRIKE had been assigned three weeks to Camp Lehigh, abandoned or not for training. They had two new guys and were rotated through the schedule to have time off for both team-building and tactical training, which was old hat for most of them being the veterans of the group. It was more to test out the new kids on and integrate the pair in without the pressure of highly sensitive mission details and objectives. It was also a chance to see how the pair would fit in with the true objectives of their mission, which had little to do with SHIELD mandates.
A week and a half in and Rumlow had taken a personal interest in one of the two recruits, as was his right and position as captain to do so. Rollins took over the other man as second in line, an agreement that had come between them with a game of rock-paper-scissors and a punch to the gut. Rumlow had won, of course, so he picked Samuel Wilson, ex-pararescue from the military.
Wilson was one of the few guys that he had ever seen basically fly over the air at a dead sprint, and it was impressive. The guy cut an impressive figure in a STRIKE uniform too, and he'd drawn Wilson off from the group shining weapons in the barracks to practice some hand-to-hand combat in the yard that was secluded. Rumlow liked very few men who weren't veterans but Wilson was alright, the kind of guy who he'd only punch for fun rather than meaning it for real.
Then the sky had opened up in the middle of their training session and sent a deluge down upon them. By the time he decided that throwing each other in the mud wasn't the way to go, they were soaked to the bone, black uniforms clinging to their bodies and his hair looking messy and clinging to his forehead and cheeks. He smirked as he licked rain from his lips and ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from getting into his eyes.
"Race you back to the barracks," he said and immediately took off sprinting and splashing across the grounds. He had a head start but knew that it wouldn't last; Wilson had some legs on the guy.
When: Pre-HYDRA reveal
What: STRIKE team training. Sam is a new recruit and Rumlow breaks him in. Literally?
Warnings: Uniform smut.
STRIKE had been assigned three weeks to Camp Lehigh, abandoned or not for training. They had two new guys and were rotated through the schedule to have time off for both team-building and tactical training, which was old hat for most of them being the veterans of the group. It was more to test out the new kids on and integrate the pair in without the pressure of highly sensitive mission details and objectives. It was also a chance to see how the pair would fit in with the true objectives of their mission, which had little to do with SHIELD mandates.
A week and a half in and Rumlow had taken a personal interest in one of the two recruits, as was his right and position as captain to do so. Rollins took over the other man as second in line, an agreement that had come between them with a game of rock-paper-scissors and a punch to the gut. Rumlow had won, of course, so he picked Samuel Wilson, ex-pararescue from the military.
Wilson was one of the few guys that he had ever seen basically fly over the air at a dead sprint, and it was impressive. The guy cut an impressive figure in a STRIKE uniform too, and he'd drawn Wilson off from the group shining weapons in the barracks to practice some hand-to-hand combat in the yard that was secluded. Rumlow liked very few men who weren't veterans but Wilson was alright, the kind of guy who he'd only punch for fun rather than meaning it for real.
Then the sky had opened up in the middle of their training session and sent a deluge down upon them. By the time he decided that throwing each other in the mud wasn't the way to go, they were soaked to the bone, black uniforms clinging to their bodies and his hair looking messy and clinging to his forehead and cheeks. He smirked as he licked rain from his lips and ran his fingers through his hair to push it back from getting into his eyes.
"Race you back to the barracks," he said and immediately took off sprinting and splashing across the grounds. He had a head start but knew that it wouldn't last; Wilson had some legs on the guy.
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His chest heaved, looking more exaggerated because of his wet clothes clinging to his chest and stomach. His hips continued to roll under the hand, smirking at Wilson. "Is that where you want to get all clean and dirty, Wilson? You know I found a private bathroom that actually still works. You can make all manner of lewd noises for me there..." he said, smirk growing to be more of a grin.
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And there were times were the bare of his teeth made them one in the same.
"I think I can see that working out," Sam replied, shifting slightly at the mere thought. While he's not doing much about it he's hard and if it hadn't been just muddy dirt below him he would have considered pressing down a little shamelessly to get some relief from where his cock pushed and ached against the front of his uniform pants.
"Long as you'll be ready to go again."
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"I bet you can," he agreed, noting the shifting and gripping the back of Wilson's neck with his wet fingers. Given how soaked through they both were, it was difficult to get a good grip. "How you doing down there, Wilson? You want to come up here and I'll see about helping you with the problem you're obviously sporting."
Because damn if that wasn't hot, them rolling around in the mud and rain gripping each other. "My libido is just fine. Hope you can keep up."