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There was a creak to the bed. It had been there literally as long as Sam had been going over to Rumlow's. It started innocently enough but then that creak turned into a snap. He froze, mid-thrust, his hands still gripping the creamy thighs with bruising force when they shifted, due to no fault of Sam's own. His instinct is to check and make sure that the sudden jostling of their position didn't hurt Brock too much, but he's too busy chuckling. "I guess, I owe you a new bed."

He's apprehensive. So much has happened; between him and Jack, between him and Brock, between Brock and Jack. Unlike with Rumlow, Sam has a hard time knowing where he stands with Jack. They don't communicate as well. Slowly, he leans in. A bit unsure, but wanting. His lips brush against the other soldier's lightly.

"Last call was ten minutes ago Sir, I gotta lock the doors soon." As usual there was one costumer that was wanting to stay later than most which was normal, but being a respectful bar owner he had to get them out...and hopefully not worse for wear then they might already be. Bart might not known what he was getting into or anything but he was speaking calm and respectively as possible. Hopefully he wouldn't get in another fight again. They were annoyingly troublesome this late.

Steve watched Brock for a moment and arched a brow, a sly smirk spreading over his lips. "That can be arranged Rumlow."