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Man there's been like at least 5 requests for Matt/Steve (and none of them have been me), particularly where Matt doesn't know Steve is Captain America and they have sex, and no one's written it yet. Can someone please, please do this?

This seriously needs to happen. If someone doesn't fill this, I might have to.

I would but I'm working on a different huge thing right now.

okay, so i kind of want to fill this but it would be hella angsty and probably involve some steve/bucky feelings, would op mind?

NOOOOOO

Whoops, as in no, I am very excited.

:') in that case im on it ;)

heyo, I'm the the first anon, and I'm working on a fill too!! it's probably gonna be all fluff and no angst, though.

otheraa: good because mine is going to be a trainwreck (and its gonna huuuuuurt) so yours will probably save us all from the pain :D

all of this. I want all of this

The thing about his new body - he says new; it’s not new, but it feels that way - is that everyone else feels tiny and fragile in comparison. He knows that Matt isn’t. That he is strong and fast and that he never backs down. That he never lets his blindness stop him from doling out a blow after blow when Steve needs it (He has a way of knowing when Steve needs something more than his fist striking a bag that can’t strike back. It baffles Steve, but he doesn’t question it. He knows more than one person who is particularly good at reading people. Who is to say that Matt can’t be another among them?). But here, now, when Steve’s mouth is pressed against Matt’s own, not in a kiss, so much as a meshing of one man’s breaths with another’s, and Matt’s body is spread out beneath him - he can’t help it. He worries.

He worries that he might hurt Matt, and that Matt won’t say a word, the same way that Steve never realizes he has landed an especially brutal hit until after they are done sparring, and he sees the redness blooming on Matt’s pale skin.

It’s been a while since Steve did this, is the thing. War makes it hard to find a bed partner outside of a brothel, which was never something that sat particularly well with him - he didn’t begrudge the women their line of work, but he could never bring himself to be one of their patrons - and now, people look at him and see nothing but the suit. The face of a dying form of patriotism and American principles.

Steve’s just a man, though, and outside of his team, it’s been a long time since he’s met someone who wanted him, as he is, not as he’s supposed to be.

“You’re thinking too much,” Matt admonishes gently, only slightly out of breath.

“Sorry. This is just - it’s been a while,” Steve admits, resolving to remain more in the moment. Matt didn’t have to offer to do this, after all. For all that they get along well in the moments after the finished fighting or facing off with their respective punching bags, Steve hadn’t expected Matt to suggest that they do something more, but today, he’d walked into the gym, found the lights on - a courtesy Matt began to extend after the first night Steve wandered in, feeling tense and lost, and needing to be somewhere people wouldn’t immediately suspect - and Matt had tilted his head and asked if Steve wouldn’t mind trying to relieve all of the stress he carried around some other way.

Matt reaches up with careful hands and finds Steve’s cheekbones, his jawline, careful, so careful, even though he knows he doesn’t have to be. Even though he has broken Steve’s nose with his fist, and left Steve bruised and aching for the short time it took his accelerated healing to pull him through to the other side. His lips turn up in a slightly mischievous grin. “Too handsome for other people to handle? Or were they all intimidated by the size of your biceps? Because I know it isn’t about your personality. You’re one of the nicest people I know - which is saying something.”

Considering what Matt has told him about his best friend, the inexplicably named Foggy, it is saying something. Apparently, Matt had been keeping something important from his friend for a long time - too long, Matt had said - and when Foggy finally found out, he was furious, and hurt, and Matt honestly hadn’t held out much hope that Foggy would ever come back after he left Matt’s apartment, but he did, and they’re working on things. Their friendship isn’t perfect, which is one of the reasons Matt comes to the gym so many nights, but it’s getting better.

“I just don’t have the kind of life that lends itself to connecting with a lot of people outside of work.”

“Mmm,” Matt hums as he lifts his hips and arches his back, a none-too-subtle demand for Steve to move deeper. Shoving aside his concerns about Matt’s illusory fragility, Steve thrusts harder, presses in further, allows his fingers to dig into the toned musculature along Matt’s sides. When Matt speaks next, his words come out slightly breathless. “I can understand that.” He mouths at Steve’s jaw, and on the next thrust, he moans. It’s a quiet, low thing, and Steve might not have heard it under the rhythmic sounds of their skin meeting over and over, but his hearing is as strong as it was in the first seconds after he stumbled out of the small chamber that allowed his body to be inundated with vita rays. “Yes,” Matt hisses after that. “That’s good, Steve, just like that.” He actually tries to get closer to Steve’s hands, as if that is even possible at this point, as if he won’t already have bruises along his ribs for days.

Steve is still worried, but he’s not going to try and stop Matt, if this is what he needs. The moment it seems like he is at risk of doing actual damage, Steve will say something. Until then - until then, Matt is tight, and hot, and wanting, and beautiful, and Steve wants him just as much.

He can feel himself treading that edge, about to fall over to the other side, and he wants to give Matt whatever he needs to be there, too, even though there is a part of him that never wants this to end.

For once, all can think about is Matt’s body under his hands, the sweat that slicks their skin, the scent that permeates the gym. For once, he can be just another man, caught up in the heat of the moment.

All good things must come to an end, though, and as he feels himself drawing close and closer, he pants, “What can I do? What do you need?”

Briefly, Matt chews at his own lip. His eyebrows are drawn together, and his sightless hazel eyes seem conflicted. Then, his face smoothes out, and he tosses out like a dare, “Bite me?”

Steve raises his own eyebrows, but he supposes he should have known it would be something along those lines. “Where?” he asks evenly.

Removing one of his hands from where it still cupped Steve’s face, Matt reaches between them to run his fingers over the place where his neck meets his shoulder. “There,” he declares, and then puts his hand back on Steve’s face. Steve wonders if Matt always uses his hands like this with the people he takes to bed, but it stirs something unexpectedly fierce within Steve, and so he pushes that thought away. They haven’t made each other any promises. They haven’t even exchanged last names.

He only hesitates for a moment before he is leaning down and sinking his teeth into Matt’s skin, and he feels it as Matt’s whole body jerks, and his semen begins to spread between them. They’re going to have to clean up before they leave tonight.

It’s a distant concern, though, as the muscles in Matt’s backside clench around Steve, tightening even further, and Steve comes with a gasp that is half grateful for the release and half regretful for the end. Matt cards his slender digits through Steve’s sweaty hair as he comes back down, and Steve presses his head into the place where his teeth just were.

“Better?” Matt asks, his voice soft and kind. Knowing.

“Yeah. You?”

“Me, too.”

“That’s good.”

Carefully, Steve raises his head and moves to withdraw, before Matt can tell that he is already beginning to harden again, but Matt stops him with a hand on his back. “Something tells me you could feel even better,” Matt says pointedly, clenching his muscles with purpose this time.

Steve swallows. “I can’t ask you to do that, Matt.”

Huffing a little, Matt tells him, “You make it sound like such a chore. I promise you, it isn’t.”

“You can’t tell me you aren’t a little sore right now.”

Matt smiles. “And you can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed that I like it that way.” He moves his hips from side to side and quirks a single eyebrow. “Well?”

Sucking in a breath, Steve says firmly, “You have to say something the moment it becomes too much.”

“Scout’s honor,” Matt replies, only a little mocking.

“You were never a boy scout,” Steve accuses, certain of this, at least. He only knows what Matt is willing to tell him, which, frankly, isn’t enough, but then, Steve hasn’t really told Matt enough, either. It’s better this way. Or maybe it isn’t, but hopefully, it’s safer.

“No,” Matt confirms easily. “But the promise still stands.”

Steve braces his hands against the gym mat, this time, deciding that he has bruised Matt enough.

He pulls back and then pushes back in, and below him, looking completely serene for the first time since the two of them met several months ago, Matt sighs.

.......I......I honestly think you broke me...

Uh-oh. *pokes you* You think it's fixable?

(Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.)

Damn you!

Seriously tho, not enough people take advantage of the whole super-serum=low-refractory-period thing. I mean FFS please just give me some more of Steve being hard and eager while his lover's laying back in fucked-out bliss letting him go to town on their ass!

Ahaha, I aim to please! I'm glad you liked the way I ended this. I am a strong proponent of Steve's lack of a refractory period. Yep.

No sex (yet), but possibly in your interests?

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4095361/chapters/9225271

It's still being written, but it's really good (in other words, not mine, but I read it)

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