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Sam's ribs were sore. He was pretty certain two were cracked, if not worse. He was slowly taking his uniform off on the AF transport aircraft flying them home post mission as he heard Joaquin return from the bathroom. He was grateful to have him on every mission, but this moment, especially, he could be slow and cautious with his movements and not worry about judgment. It's a wonder he served for as long as he did; being around career military now felt like pure frustration. Joaquin was pure joy; Sam could rely on his bad mood disappearing in the face of it every time. He did struggle with the mentor/friend/hero worship balance sometimes, but that was more him than Joaquin. Sam's inevitable guilt reared up when he found himself watching Joaquin's lips too long in conversation or admiring his form too closely. Sam loves freedom in his work, but he loves boundaries in his relationships, and letting his attraction take hold was one boundary he would not cross.
As he removed the bottom of his uniform, he stood in his spandex, his top already off, and he gently prodded his own ribs. He was about to ask Joaquin to grab the first aid kit when he was already handing it to him with a smile. Sam smiled back reflexively, but then felt his eyes bug out and mouth hang open. Joaquin had also changed out of his uniform, but he was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blush-pink lace panties. Sam just held the kit in front of himself and struggled to formulate any coherent thoughts. Joaquin smiled wider and asked if Sam needed help with the wrap.
Aware of the growing awkwardness but unable to say anything, he just nodded. Joaquin took the kit back and walked towards the bench seats, placing the kit there to rummage through. He bent at the waist to look, revealing two perfectly round buns. The panties dug into the meat of his cheeks, and Sam felt his palms sweat from having to hold back from squeezing.
When Joaquin came back, he came right into Sam's space, saying, "Did you want to do this standing?"
Sam was utterly confused. Could he fuck him standing? He'd have to lift him against the wall, and with his ribs he'd have to be... Oh right, his ribs.
As if Joaquin could read his thoughts, hopefully not all of them, he clarified, "Did you want to wrap them standing?"
Sam took the wrap and tossed it back in the kit and turned to Joaquin. He grabbed his shoulders and asked, almost pleading, "What are you wearing?"
Joaquin lifted (!) the t-shirt to show his abs and the waistband of the panties and said, "The shirt? It comes in like a pack, I don’t know which brand."
Then his smile broke free, and he burst out laughing.
Sam laughed as well, but breathier and more confused. "Joaquin..."
Sam started to speak, but then Joaquin interrupted and invaded Sam's space, placing his hands on his hips and saying
"I wanted to celebrate team Cap, and I had planned to invite you over, wine and dine you, and maybe finally confess how I felt.
But then I saw you burst out from under a pile of debris, carrying civilians to safety, then limping and bleeding to the med tent. And so I thought to hell with subtlety."
Joaquin wrapped his arms tighter around Sam as he spoke, gentle and cautious around his ribs. The heat of him was distracting; he wrapped both arms fully around his back, and Sam wrapped his own arm around Joaquins' shoulder. The other slid to the bottom of Joaquin's shirt, lifting the back hem so he could see those beautiful, round cheeks.
" I gotta say I'm having trouble focusing on anything, but I'm so down for whatever version of the plan you want to initiate. Is it alright if I... " Sam trailed off again. He used to communicate so well, as his right hand fully squeezed an ass cheek.
Joaquin sighed and placed his face between Sam's shoulder and neck, gently kissing him and said, "You can do whatever you want," on another sigh. They continued to grope and squeeze one another until Sam finally caught up to where they were.
On a transport aircraft with a pilot not ten feet away!
He intended to say that they should get dressed and prepare for landing, but what Sam actually did was kiss Joaquin so deeply they both moaned.
He kissed him and kept kissing him, licking into his mouth and nibbling his lower lip, moving his kissing to his jaw, then neck, all while he caressed and squeezed Joaquin's ass. He slid the panties to the side so he could see his hole and rubbed his index finger along the bud.
"Joaquin, I need you to go get some pants on because I cannot fuck you in front of that pilot, but all I want to do...push you against this wall and... Clothes, now." Sam said not as sternly as he'd hoped.
Joaquin pulled away from him to look up at his face, smile beaming and said, "I'm not opposed to a little exhibition." He paused and looked at Sam meaningfully, "But you're right! And anyway, operation 'get Sam to fuck me' is finally in full effect, so I can be patient"
He squeezed Sam's hips, kissed him again, then pulled away. Sam moved to follow him, but then remembered his lack of clothing. He moved to put on his civies, but then groaned when he was pulling on his long-sleeve tee. Joaquin, already wearing jeans and a flannel over his shirt, came to Sam's side.
"Oh man, we forgot to wrap your ribs, baby. Do you want me to do it right now?" Joaquin asked as he gently rubbed Sam's right side, now that he was clothed, and moderately less tempting, Sam could think. He moved to respond, but was struck by the pet name.
He smiled and placed his palm on Joaquin's face, tilting his head up to kiss his lips once, twice, and the third, less of a kiss, more of a smile pressed to his lips.
"I'm ok, we'll wrap them when we get to your place. I don't think I'm strong enough not to strip your clothes off if I have to take my own shirt off again."
Joaquin laughed heartily and kissed Sam's smile.