#capthread

As much as Steve liked his job with the Avengers and the superhero community at large, so much of it consisted of waiting around and doing a lot of, well, nothing. But no news was still considered good news, so perhaps the idle time he experienced when stationed at Avengers Tower could be spent in other ways — drawing, for example. Steve's first love. Hard to not wanna do some of that with a view like this.

So until he heard a knock on his door, he could lose himself with some pencils and paper—

Knock knock. Duty awaits.

"What time is it...?"

Groggy and half-awake from what he remembered to be a long night of athletic sex, Steve drapes over Clint's mighty chest, his face pressed right into the curve of the other's shapely pecs. For someone otherwise completely normal, Clint's body almost matched his own in size; it made Steve feel like he cheated to get his or something. A silly though, but imposter syndrome never completely went away.

Steve didn't really expect to have such a friendly, casual relationship with Eddie —and Venom— when they first met. It just kinda happened, talking and getting close. And then they had sex for the first time. That was... it was an experience was was it was.

But the moments after were almost as good as the sex itself, maybe even better. Eddie was actually very loving and sweet when he wasn't turning into a big alien monster thing. And Venom itself? Also kind of a sweetie! Who would have known?

Even when not in his big green form, Bruce could still really deliver quite a fuck. Steve found that impressive. While he'd yet to have sex with that guy, he knew Bruce enough to recognize that behind the calm and cool demeanor laid an angry, pent-up fiend who needed to get his aggressions out from time to time.

And who would Steve be to deny him an outlet for that?"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Hawkeye," Steve chuckles, pulling Clint closer to himself he shut the door behind them. He was never this adventurous back home, initiating a hookup right before an Avengers team meeting. Something about this universe emboldened him; made him feel like he could get away with stuff like this.

With existential stakes so high, though, why not live a little. Steve triumphed through a similar event before, and he would do so again with this one. He had to believe that. May as well take some time to enjoy himself in the meantime. Remember that life was for living.

Especially with this this Clint, who proved to be so thoroughly different than the one he knew in his original universe. That Clint was such a straight, traditional dad. This Clint... well, he fucked. Quite a lot, Steve heard. Particularly with his own Steve. It made for an unusual dynamic, sure, but it was kinda hot too.

Steve knew he shouldn't take advantage of his proteges like this. It was incredibly inappropriate, and an abuse of power, but...

Kate was so damned good at this. He really made a strong case for himself.

[ continued ] After saving the captain's ass during a small mission, and the mission ending up being a success, he accepted the man's invitation for a drink. Everything started normal, talking first about the mission, then about his great performance, and Tommy didn't miss the opportunity to tell the man how good his ass looked in that suit, flirting, and everything escalated to this point. They were in Steve's room, both completely naked, their bodies glistening faintly from the layer of sweat that covered them, with Steve riding his huge cock like there was no tomorrow. Never in his wildest dreams did the boy think the day would come when he would have the great Captain America riding back and forth on his cock. Tommy grunted and groaned loudly, those tight walls squeezing his length in an exquisite way as he gazed into the man's eyes. “Fuck. I never thought 'America's ass' would feel so fucking incredible and tight,” he commented, smiling as he kept his hands on the other hero's hips.

Steve might have bitten off more he could chew, escorting the Young Avengers on their first official mission, but the kids turned out alright. Very green, but the potential was there. He was particularly impressed with Speed; his alias couldn't have been more apt, really coming in clutch to save him from a real ass-whooping at one point on the field.

And now his ass was getting another whooping, but of the enjoyable variety. Ever since coming here, Steve felt more... bold. Willing to indulge himself. It seemed like every superhero of this universe had an interest in men, and with the state of things, was it really so bad if they mingled?

Steve never really though he'd ever be in a position like this with Loki of all people, but then again, these were desperate times. Desperate measures, all that. If getting on the God of Mischief's good side meant taking him to bed, well, it was a cost Steve had to accept.

He didn't like that it felt good, though.