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.]
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. ]
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.]
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.
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.
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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.
[His good manners towards little old ladies probably help, too. And the fact that when the media catches Steve starting shit, it's usually because of heroic deeds and such.]
Hey, I did warn you. But fine, I'll be good and not send you things anymore for a little so you can calm down.
You'll just have to use your imagination in the meantime. ;)
[There's a pause while he thinks this one idea through, then decides - why not? Getting Steve all worked up usually gets him fantastic results.]
Maybe I'll take a video now anyway and just not send it to you. Let you watch it later when you're here.
There's no stopping me from imagining it now, alright, that ship sailed. Also, you should send it to me now, anyway.
[ Steve reads that next text message and excuses himself for the bathroom for a moment, mostly so he can stand up and adjust himself and splash water on his face. Jesus what a piss poor idea if he doesn't want everyone to know what he's doing on his phone. ]
[Reading the first couple of messages, Sam has to laugh quietly to himself and decides to just give in. To some extent]
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[Besides that emote, there's a video attachment this time, one that shows Sam sprawled out on his back on the couch with his jeans shoved down further than in the previous pictures. One arm is raised, propped up on the backrest, to film the whole thing, while his other hand is notably wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing lightly at the head. Sam looks to be panting quietly, his hand starting to move faster. About a minute or so into the video though, he grins, winks at the camera, and ends the feed.]
[ He does, on the other hand, have an idea of what Sam just sent him. He doesn't have any headphones right now so he doesn't dare turn on the audio, but he watches, and then when it's done sets his phone down and splashes his face with water again. Christ, thinking of things that aren't sexy isn't helping, but the idea of going into the bathroom to jerk off is just wrong so he stays there a few more moments and just as he's about to leave, Barton waltzes in and says, Meeting's over, good job ditching before it got boring and starts to take a leak.
He's so hideously pleased that he dips out of the bathroom in a heartbeat and heads for the garage instead, opening up a text. ]
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[ 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.
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[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...]
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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[ 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. :)
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[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.
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[ 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.
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[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.
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[ 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.
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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.
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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.
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Hey, I did warn you. But fine, I'll be good and not send you things anymore for a little so you can calm down.
You'll just have to use your imagination in the meantime. ;)
[There's a pause while he thinks this one idea through, then decides - why not? Getting Steve all worked up usually gets him fantastic results.]
Maybe I'll take a video now anyway and just not send it to you. Let you watch it later when you're here.
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There's no stopping me from imagining it now, alright, that ship sailed. Also, you should send it to me now, anyway.
[ Steve reads that next text message and excuses himself for the bathroom for a moment, mostly so he can stand up and adjust himself and splash water on his face. Jesus what a piss poor idea if he doesn't want everyone to know what he's doing on his phone. ]
I'm in the bathroom. Stark was giving me a look.
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[Besides that emote, there's a video attachment this time, one that shows Sam sprawled out on his back on the couch with his jeans shoved down further than in the previous pictures. One arm is raised, propped up on the backrest, to film the whole thing, while his other hand is notably wrapped around his cock, thumb teasing lightly at the head. Sam looks to be panting quietly, his hand starting to move faster. About a minute or so into the video though, he grins, winks at the camera, and ends the feed.]
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[ He does, on the other hand, have an idea of what Sam just sent him. He doesn't have any headphones right now so he doesn't dare turn on the audio, but he watches, and then when it's done sets his phone down and splashes his face with water again. Christ, thinking of things that aren't sexy isn't helping, but the idea of going into the bathroom to jerk off is just wrong so he stays there a few more moments and just as he's about to leave, Barton waltzes in and says, Meeting's over, good job ditching before it got boring and starts to take a leak.
He's so hideously pleased that he dips out of the bathroom in a heartbeat and heads for the garage instead, opening up a text. ]
On my way back. Don't come before I get there.
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Mm, but if I come now, I'd be able to last longer when you get here.
[Briefly, he wonders if Steve will spank him or something if goes ahead and gets himself off already. Decisions, decisions.]
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