He had that tingling of a memory just at the edge of his consciousness of warm skin trembling under his lips, the slide of arms around his neck and the press of a warm body sliding against his own. This was better, far more freeing and the slightness of Steve's body bringing about a hot want that he didn't even realize existed until he had his friend pressed against the tiles and was tasting skin like it might be his last chance.

He curled his head so that he could feel more of the press of Steve's fingers, and his fingers stroked up and down the smaller man's sides, still crowding but in an interested protective manner. He swept his hips side-to-side across Steve's, his ardor rising again like any good production of post-World War I child, like any good super-soldier. His hips rolled with Steve's, his flesh once again sneaking around to stroke and pet his friend's ass.