#samquinchi

I haven't written anything in ages, but I feel like I should try to finish these. Have a vibe check:

Like a lover's caress, the hot water runs over Sam's skin. Rivulets kiss his shoulders, slip down his back like a whisper. Between his shoulder blades, over strong muscles tight with tension. Droplets racing down the curve of his spine like an impatient tongue, down and ever down. Despite the heat, Sam shudders, but the relief of hot water is short-lived, can only wash away the tension and aches so much. Eyes screwed shut, Sam puts a hand against the wet tiles and hangs his head.

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"I thought we talked about this," Joaquin muses, fingers lightly tracing over Sam's forearm, one arm wrapped around Sam's middle, his chin hooked on Sam's shoulder from behind. Sam doesn't have to look to know what he means - subtle bruising, barely visible. He's been overdoing it in his training sets. Shangqi hums in agreement, warm lips pressing against the sharp cut of Sam's cheekbone. "You're strong enough, Cap." They're both so tender with him that it makes Sam want to break, breath hitching in his chest like glass.