The wide-eyed look almost drew him from the bed to pounce on Steve again, but he held himself poised just before the action. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, perching there and waiting for the best opportunity to jump on Steve, to continue their sparring and to feel good and warm again. He wanted that more than he wanted to admit, and he suspected Steve could tell that about him too. Who else to read him better than his friend?

"No, don't go," he almost pleaded, fingers clenching on the edge of the mattress. He felt like if Steve left, the warmth that had built up would go away again; it meant he might not be able to get it back. "I want to pounce on you now. I feel good now, so let's do this," he said as he hopped off the bed to stand and moved to stalk the distance between them.