"Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?"
"Like that. I know that look kid, you're not as subtle as you think. Not when it comes to this anyway."
"What's this?"
"Heat. Lust. Whatever your generation would've called it. You may be able to mask expressions out on the field but with this? You're practically panting for it."
"Brock I- ..."
"I've been in this game a long time kid. We don't mix business with pleasure."
"I'm not a kid."
"Twenty six compared to forty nine? I'd say you're still a baby, Rogers. What's worse is.. if the rumors about you are true."
"What rumors?"
"That you're a virgin. Never had sex with a woman, much less with a man. Or did your pal Buchanan take care of it for ya?"
A pause.
"You're trying to shake me off? By mentioning him?"
"I'm doing this for your own good pretty boy."
"My own good? I'm not innocent-"
"You're jailbait. You're America's sweetheart."
"You won't tarnish my reputation, Rumlow. And besides, I thought you didn't do relationships? That's not what I'm lookin for."
"Do you even know what you're looking for? Hm? You think i want a relationship? You think one romp in the sack is gonna satisfy someone like you?"
"What d'you mean someone like me?"
"I've seen the looks Rogers. I've seen the look in your eyes, when you're desperate for it. Thirsty for it. When you want a man's touch so bad it makes you look stupid. You like it when we train together, like giving me the upper hand. Like giving me your back, all the time. Can't even stifle the little sounds out of your mouth. So needy, you could cry from it."
Steve shifts uncomfortably in his seat, squeezing his thighs together for some friction as Brock's words leave him hot under the collar.
"So? If you're not looking for a relationship then we should both be fine."
Brock huffs but he doesn't look amused. "One fuck ain't gonna satisfy a man like me, sweetheart. I don't wanna hold your hand through this. I will fuck you up. I'll make you so desperate for it, you'll beg me on your knees for more. You won't be able to go a day without it. A day without wanting- needing, my cock in you. Wanting to feel owned. Feel like you can't move, can't touch yourself until I tell you you're allowed to."
Steve's eyes go dark, plush lips falling open to pant quietly from across the table.
"Look at you, already gone."
"I want it." Steve whispers, a mournful sound.
