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They were going to get caught.
Steve's breath was hot against Sam's throat, lips ghosting over the dark red bruises he'd left on Sam's skin. A large hand slipped under Sam's suit jacket and settled on the small of his back. Steve grabbed Sam's dress shirt and pulled their hips close together. Sam bit his bottom lip as he groaned.
They were going to get caught.
They were in a hallway tucked into an alcove. Sam was pushed back against the door, his hands on Steve's shoulders, holding on for dear life. Steve's free hand was wrapped around their cocks, stroking them together as precum dribbled from their tips.
They were going to get caught .
People had probably noticed they were gone by now. They were at a political event. Rubbing shoulders and schmoozing with important assholes who simply wanted to use the Avengers for their own gain, one way or another. Tony and Natasha dealt with this kind of thing the best. Sam was alright when it came to dealing with these people, but most of them rarely wanted to talk to him or any of the other new recruits for long.
But everyone wanted a piece of Steve.
Steve had been polite and personable, but Sam could tell that his frustration was mounting. It was in the way he held his jaw. So, superhero that he was, Sam swooped in and saved him, pulling him from the crowd and into an empty hallway.
"My hero," Steve had said.
Sam just smirked. "Always."
And now they were here, suits disheveled and rutting into Steve's fist. Sam carded his fingers through Steve's hair, earning a low hum against his neck. He gripped a fist full of blonde hair and pulled. Steve let out a loud, needy whine that echoed through the empty hall. It reminded him of when he had stayed in the barracks, getting taken from behind, worry and excitement coursing through him at the idea of getting caught by a senior officer. Steve scraped his teeth against his favorite spot, determined to leave another mark on Sam's neck. Sam swallowed back a moan.
They were definitely going to get caught.
Sam could hear the murmur of the party not too far away. It would only take a few steps and a curious glance into the inlet for someone to get an eyeful.
He had always been an adrenaline junkie.
Steve squeezed their cocks tighter and Sam gasped, his mouth falling open as a groan escaped him. He could feel Steve smirk against his skin. Sam's breath came out in short puffs. Sam was close, flying toward his climax, and Steve was right behind him.
"Fu— Steve… "
"Yeah, Sammy."
" 'm close."
" Yeah… "
Sam pulled him into a kiss. It was messy and mostly teeth, but it was perfect anyway; he needed to occupy his mouth with something to keep himself from shouting . Sam's climax didn't take long to crash through him. He groaned, deep in his chest, his toes curling inside his shoes. He was too blissed out and preoccupied with his own come down to tell, but Steve must have come right after him.
Steve hummed and slumped against Sam, his hand pumping them through the aftershocks before coming to a stop, holding their spent cocks in a loose grip.
Sam tried to focus on catching his breath, but Steve found his second wind quick. He laid soft kisses against Sam's lips, jaw, and neck. Sam didn't have it in him to move, but he found the strength to nuzzle his nose against Steve's temple. After one last kiss, Steve let their dicks go, his face a pleasant pink, lips well kissed and swollen, hair a mess, and eyes half-lidded and opaque. He smiled. Sam grinned back at him. He loosened his grip on Steve's hair and trailed his fingers along Steve's jawline.
"We---"
"Rogers, Wilson!"
They both tensed as Clint's voice filled the once empty hallway. Steve whirled around as the ballroom door swung shut, and Clint's footsteps echoed down the hall toward them. Sam's heart jumped to his throat.
Steve pressed closer to Sam, covering him until Steve's broad back pressed against Sam's chest. His ears were bright red. Hurriedly, Steve tucked himself back into his pants and smoothed his hair with his clean hand. Steve tried to straighten out his suit jacket and exhaled deeply.
He stepped out of the alcove, both hands in his pockets. "Yeah?"
Sam had almost tried pulling Steve back against him, but he stopped before his hand passed the walled threshold.
"You need me?" Steve couldn't quite force his voice steady.
Sam covered his face with his hands. His dick was still out.
Clint seemed to hesitate. Sam glanced up. He couldn't see him, but he could see Steve standing there; his suit still showing the tell-tale signs of what they had been doing and ears growing redder as Clint's silence continued. Sam felt his stomach drop out of his ass.
"What's up with you," Clint said slowly. "Where's Wilson? We're getting outta here."
"Uh, how am I supposed to know?"
"Didn't...Didn't you leave together?"
Sam watched Steve bite his bottom lip. "I'll find him. Just give me a minute."
"Whatever, man," Clint sounded like he was grinning. "Just hurry up and get ready."
Clint retreated back into the ballroom, and Sam watched Steve's shoulders slump. He could feel the adrenaline seeping out of his body, his heart rate returning to normal. Sam laughed softly as Steve stepped back toward him. He did Sam the courtesy of tucking his cock back into his pants and zipping them up.
"That was close," Steve mumbled. He almost cupped Sam's cheek but stopped when he remembered the mess.
Sam nearly rolled his eyes. "Yeah." He took a hold of Steve's wrist, bringing his hand back near his mouth. Sam ran his tongue over Steve's palm and between his fingers, lapping up the cum still there, watching as Steve's blush crawled down his neck.
"Let's go find a bathroom."