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[wingmate]

leave a prompt, a picture, a scene, whatever you want. gimme what you got.

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[geriatric]

Sounds better than the normal ambushing I expect.

That sounds great. Do you have a preference where?

[wingmate]

Where are you thinking of getting it anyway? Inquiring minds want to know.

Surprise me!

steve's a terrible human being, news at 11

[geriatric]

Maybe I could get wings, right at the small of my back. I heard it's called a 'tramp stamp.'

[wingmate]

You don't play fair, do you?

[geriatric]

Not usually.

[wingmate]

I'm starting to see that. Around what time will you be back? Need to prepare for that ambush I promised you.

[geriatric]

Give me a few hours. 0300 at the latest.

[wingmate]

Oh, good. More than enough time to get ready then. Might end up driving myself crazy before you get here though.

[geriatric]

Don't cheat and get started without me.

[wingmate]

I'm not in the habit of making promises I can't keep, Steve.

[geriatric]

I can't leave before then.

[ which. well, isn't the end of the world if Sam gets started, but--

It takes a moment of hesitation and then he types, ]

If I'm missing anything it's only polite to send me what I'm missing.

[wingmate]

And here I thought I'd be doing you a favor by not sending you pictures that might get you in trouble over there.

[geriatric]

Well, I'm not going to look at them while Ms. Potts is talking, but I guarantee Tony will go off on a tangent that doesn't require my attention.

[wingmate]

I'm guessing this is one of those times right now?

[He hasn't actually planned on starting for a while since he knows it'll be hours before Steve can get here, but Steve did ask really nicely...]

[geriatric]

You would be correct. Shouldn't be more than a few hours, though. Then it's just traffic.

[wingmate]

Mm, I guess I could give you some incentive in the meantime to keep you entertained there.

[There's an attachment of a picture included in the message, one of Sam in front of a mirror he's dragged into the living room. He's shirtless, dressed only in jeans that sit low on his hips, the hand not holding up the phone resting along his bare stomach.]

[geriatric]

I'm not saying I regret asking, because I don't, but wow.

[ There's no way for him to take a picture right now, so he shifts awkwardly in his seat and scoots up closer to the table, watching Tony gesture as he speaks. ]

[wingmate]

Should I keep going? Or are you already turning red over there and causing eyebrows to raise?

[geriatric]

Please, yours isn't the first stomach I've seen.

[ sex sells, these days and so many people are half naked on all the billboards around them. Hard to miss it. ]

You'll have to try harder than that. :)

[wingmate]

Damn. Thought my stomach was something special to you, with the way you keep leaving bite marks and hickies all over my abs and hips when I let you.

[The next picture attached is more of a close-up, focused around Sam's hip area. His jeans are unbuttoned now, pushed down just a little so that a series of little bruises that had been previously hidden can now be seen.

It's also starting to be obvious that Sam's not wearing much under those jeans.]

See? Try and dispute that evidence, Cap.

[geriatric]

I'm a fan of the whole package, it's just I happen to like those spots in particular.

[ Jesus. Steve jerks his head up when he's spoken to and closes the phone out, just in time to get Tony snickering at him for not paying attention. Steve manages to give him a look for his trouble and shakes his head.

Eventually it dies down again and he has to shift his pants to adjust himself, and then respond with a second message. ]

To be fair, that area looks really nice covered like that. I'm not finding any reason not to do it more.

[wingmate]

Yeah? Planning on giving me a few more when you get back here? Pretty sure you left at least one somewhere on my ass last time. Oh, there we go.

[Have a picture of Sam turned around now, Steve. He's starting to regret wearing these jeans, but hey, the pictures are turning out really well. The waistband is low enough to reveal the part where Sam's ass starts and sure enough, there's a bruise right there, and another half-hidden the pants.]

Starting to think I'm going to be the one ambushed later, at the rate things are going.

[geriatric]

At least a few.

[ Yeah, he'd agree, those photos are turning out great. And even better, no one seems to realize he knows how to use a phone so they don't even notice what he's doing most of the time.

Steve saves those photos rather shamelessly, and god, yeah, that bruise looks really nice. ]
I'd apologize but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't mean it.

They look good on you.

[wingmate]

[He has no idea where on earth the idea that Steve Rogers is all innocent and wholesome came from. The man is a menace and a punk, and Sam loves that about him.]

See, at least you're honest about it. I appreciate that in a man. In fact, here's a token of appreciation for you.

[It's a photo of Sam lying back on the couch now, one hand down the front of his pants, eyes half-lidded as he takes the picture.]

Maybe I should send you a video next.

[geriatric]

[ It's the blonde hair, man, and the little smile. Makes everyone think he's innocent. ]

That's a pretty good token.

[ Steve has to put the phone down a moment, though, and get his shit back under control, tilting back in his seat a moment. Maybe this wasn't a good idea, because he's going to have to walk out of here with his cock hard and obvious and god. God. ]

I would say that sounds like a great idea except for me having a very obvious problem when I try to walk out of here.