"You are at the center of trouble," he said, knowing that regardless of how much of it wasn't Steve's fault, his friend was still somehow involved. He stepped into the shower and looked around at how big it was. They could probably spar comfortably in here, but then again, they only had twenty minutes. "You can't say you have been putting up protest to either my sneaking around or me making out with you."

He sidled up to Steve, stroking his hands up his friend's strong arms until he was gripping Steve's shoulders. He slid his mismatched fingers along the ridges of muscles until he could bury his fingers into Steve's hair as he leaned in to receive the kiss. "You sure we only have twenty minutes?"