It took him a while to join the man. Steve spent the minutes making sandwiches and pouring some nice alcoholic drinks, something likely to knock James on his ass. He had a bottle Loki had made for him of the stuff he'd had on the island, the stuff got him drunk. It was tempting to let James drink it blind, but he wasn't that cruel. He set the meal up in his room before slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Steve stripped quickly and silently, so quickly he all but tore his clothes off, and stepped into the shower. His hand found a home between James' shoulder blades, shoving the man against the cool tiles until his body followed, pressing and holding James in place with his sheer size. He was hard, which was something he couldn't control, but they didn't have to do anything about it. James probably still felt like shit, but damned if that hot body didn't drive him wild, even half-washed and more than a little stubbled. Anger didn't seem to dampen his ardor, which probably didn't surprise either of them really. Steve's lips moved against the man's ear, his voice a low growl.
"I love you James. I trust you with everything in me. I'd die for you without even thinking about it. You're what I always wanted James. Just remember that. No matter what you do, I'll be here, and I'll be on your side." It was the best he could do without naming the elephant in the room. Steve didn't expect James to open up about everything, or to trust and rely on him so quickly, but there had to be something there. He couldn't give forever with nothing in return. Steve would of course because he couldn't help himself or his intrinsic need to help and support those he cared for, but it would hurt. It would scrape him raw and eventually it would show. Thankfully that was probably years down the line, assuming either of them were even still alive.
Steve stepped back reluctantly, letting James move back under the spray. His voice was still growly when he spoke again, but there was little real anger in it, "I think I promised to get you washed, along with doing your hair, right? I'm real good at that part. It's basically getting a scalp massage. You'll melt."
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Date: 2019-12-25 08:08 am (UTC)Steve stripped quickly and silently, so quickly he all but tore his clothes off, and stepped into the shower. His hand found a home between James' shoulder blades, shoving the man against the cool tiles until his body followed, pressing and holding James in place with his sheer size. He was hard, which was something he couldn't control, but they didn't have to do anything about it. James probably still felt like shit, but damned if that hot body didn't drive him wild, even half-washed and more than a little stubbled. Anger didn't seem to dampen his ardor, which probably didn't surprise either of them really. Steve's lips moved against the man's ear, his voice a low growl.
"I love you James. I trust you with everything in me. I'd die for you without even thinking about it. You're what I always wanted James. Just remember that. No matter what you do, I'll be here, and I'll be on your side." It was the best he could do without naming the elephant in the room. Steve didn't expect James to open up about everything, or to trust and rely on him so quickly, but there had to be something there. He couldn't give forever with nothing in return. Steve would of course because he couldn't help himself or his intrinsic need to help and support those he cared for, but it would hurt. It would scrape him raw and eventually it would show. Thankfully that was probably years down the line, assuming either of them were even still alive.
Steve stepped back reluctantly, letting James move back under the spray. His voice was still growly when he spoke again, but there was little real anger in it, "I think I promised to get you washed, along with doing your hair, right? I'm real good at that part. It's basically getting a scalp massage. You'll melt."