Sam moans as Steve works a practically tight knot. Steve’s hands were warm against his back, his fingers knowing exactly where to press.
He glances over his shoulder to see the stormy look on Steve’s face. “How are you looking so tense, when your hands are doing that” he asked.
Steve sighs, his hands slowing slightly. “You took a nasty hit, Sam” he says quietly, not meeting his eyes.
“You know I know what I am doing, Babe” Sam says.
Steve leans forward and presses a kiss between his shoulders. “I don’t want to lose you” Steve whispers.