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Back Home
He dropped down from the skylight into his apartment and dropped his bag of clothes before yanking the soaking wet mask off. He was just lucky the downpour stopped before he had to open his skylight to get inside. “You look like you could use this,” a familiar and welcome voice said and he turned to see Steve holding out a towel to him.
“Thanks, back from your periodic see the real America road trip?” He knew why Steve took these trips every so often since for good or ill he was pretty much stuck in the role as symbol for America so it made sense to see more of it than just the big apple.
“Yes, I wish you could have gotten the time off to come with me,” Steve said watching him towel his face dry and then holding the towel for him while he finished stripping off the rest of the wet Spidey suit and his underwear with it. Steve handed him the towel back being rather blatant in how he was checking him out. “Should I just order a pizza or do you want me to cook?”
“I think there’s left over pizza in the fridge so we could just nuke that,” he said dropping the towel and stepping up to Steve and pulling him into a kiss. “After the welcome home activities of course I just have to see your slideshow you did take plenty off photographs didn’t you?”
“Must have slipped my mind,” Steve said his hands trailing down his back. “How about I make it up to you with a back massage?” He mumbled and affirmative and wasn’t surprised when Steve started guiding him toward the bed room.
As he laid face down on the bed he glanced over to see Steve stripping off most of his clothes leaving him in just his underwear. “You might as well lose the boxer briefs too, it isn’t like this massage won’t end in them coming off anyway.” He suggested and Steve smirked at him before doing just that. Once Steve was naked and straddling his legs he began to massage his back rather deeply. “By the way where did you learn to do this from?”
“A lot of experience that started with my mother,” Steve said after a moment. “She used to massage my back some times when I was having a bad day and I would try to do the same for her when she was tired and wore out from over work.” Steve’s hands began to drift downward toward the small of his back. “Then when I was a teenager I got a bit more experience with my best friend Arnie Roth and even more during the war Bucky and I often had to massage kinks out of each others muscles during down time so it pays to be good at it.”
“Tell me about your Road trip how was it this time,” he asked and Steve complied so he closed his eyes and listened to Steve tell him about the sights and sounds of America that he’d seen this time around. He woke up several hours later alone on the bed with a blanket thrown over him. He wrapped it around himself and went looking for Steve. He found him dressed in just his underwear sitting at the window sketching. “Sorry I fell asleep like that.”
“It’s fine you looked like you needed it,” Steve said looking at him. “But now that your up let’s get something and eat, and then you can make it up to me.” Steve winked at him then as he walked by him heading to the kitchen.
“Yes, Captain,” he said doing a cheesy salute I response and enjoying Steve’s genuine laughter in response.
The end