[ he doesn't respond with the first extremely cheesy thing that comes to mind, but he definitely thinks about how much he wants to pull tj to him, wrap him in his arms and warm him up that way. that's not the game they're playing here. ]
A few.
[ a pause while he imagines it, the things he'd do—to tj—to achieve his next suggestion. ]
[ maybe he would suggest it if tj weren't so artfully diverting his attention. and if he didn't think tj would make fun of him for it. ]
You could do to yourself some of the things I wish I could do to you right now.
[ his face gets hot even as he types it, but he resists the urge to delete the message no matter how ridiculous he feels putting these things into words. ]
Obviously kissing is off the table, but you could [ he swallows ] touch yourself.
[ jesus. tj is going to kill him. pseudo-scientific experimentation and a world war and super-nazis and crash-landing into the arctic couldn't do it, but tj will. each picture is better than the last, though the first two are clearly teases. he doesn't care. it's where he would start if they were together, touching tj all over, worshiping him.
when he gets the third one though, his body responds with a tug behind his navel. at the last one, heat unfurls at the base of his spine, eliciting a noise that's between a groan and a laugh. ]
[ he's still grinning like an idiot when he finally answers the question, after several moments spent admiring the pictures (even if his brain can hardly reconcile the briefs that look like they belong to a 8-year-old with the suggestive tone of the picture). ]
All of them. But you're on track with the last one.
[ he's still wearing his suit but he wishes he weren't, his half-hard cock pushing against the fly. ]
[ This last one takes a few minutes to finally come through. When it does, it's a short video of TJ slowly, carefully, stroking over the outline of his cock through the briefs. There's a catch to his breath and when he speaks, his voice is kept low, and it's colored with heat. ]
[ definitely thought that was going to turn into a capsicle joke. the reality was so much better. steve gets the all too vivid mental image of tj going down on him with his trademark enthusiasm, and his cock throbs against the suit's fly.
it tides him over until the next message arrives, and it's nothing like what he was expecting.
hearing tj's voice causes a pang of longing in his chest, a pang of something else much further south, making the continued wearing of his suit almost unbearable. he also feels especially hot under the hard fabric. Before he rectifies the situation though, he fires off a response: ]
[ Everyone's already made the capsicle jokes before. If TJ were going to make a joke on that topic, he'd probably use something more current. Something more Frozen related. But, he's not thinking about being off-putting right now. He's too involved and ready to keep this thing going until he gets off.
Even if it won't be nearly as satisfying.
He does keep going, taking a few minutes before he responds again. ]
I'd rather be doing this to you. Or blowing you. You make the best sounds when I do.
[ jokes can come later, after they do. and steve knows there will be jokes probably for as long as they know each other, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
it's a good thing he's gotten out of his suit by the time he reads the next message, because he flushes all over when he pictures the things tj describes, at the thought of tj liking the sounds he makes. he goes on to rid himself of his undershirt until he's just in his boxer-briefs (and let's be real they probably are some kind of obscene under armour deal). ]
Can't really help myself sometimes.
[ his mouth dry, he wets his lips and lies back on the bed in the motel where he's waiting. his heart is even racing hard enough for him to feel it against his chest. ]
If you've still got on those ridiculous boxers, push them down and get a good grip. Go slow.
[ part of him can't believe he's doing this, but it's being overridden by the part that finds it exciting and doesn't want to stop. ]
[ There's no doubt that there will be jokes forever. Being serious is less fun. And no one likes less fun.
Anyway.
TJ takes the time to shuck the underwear off—which are not ridiculous, by the way, but totally cute—taking liberties of Steve's directions, and wraps his hand around himself, stroking extremely slow. For a moment or two ( possibly three ), he imagines it's Steve's hand on him—wider, the grip harder, but no less enthusiastic.
A picture is snapped mid-stroke and he sends it along. ]
[ the boxers are cute because it's tj and tj's cute. but they're also ridiculous. steve can't bring himself to miss them when he gets the next picture, and he bites his lip against a low moan. the walls aren't that thick.
his hand, which had been wandering aimlessly over his chest and stomach while he waited for the response, dips below the elastic waist of his boxers and he finally wraps his hand around his cock. he pretends it's tj and another moan rises in his throat. ]
Yeah. I wish it was my hand on you. [ really, really wishes it. ] But that's not a bad sight either.
[ tj might be able to hear his playful grin in his tone. there's a pause as he shifts and peels off his own boxers. as he leans back against the pillows again, he spreads his thighs and strokes himself in long, firm pulls, lower lip caught between his teeth, his brows pushed together in concentration. ]
For a few minutes he's silent, just laying there in his bed, thinking about Steve being over him, weight partially pressing down against his body. His thumb swipes over the head, smearing pre-come as he goes.
Sexting is fun, but it's never all that satisfying. He's half thinking about rolling over and getting a toy from under the bed just to have a little more umph in this. But, he doesn't.
At least, not yet. ]
What would you do if you were here right now?
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[ steve will not know what to do with himself when that day comes.
while he's waiting he keeps pulling his hand over his cock, though not with the military efficiency he usually uses in getting himself off, when he's alone and too full of endorphins from training or fighting bad guys and just needs the release. instead he teases himself, varying speed and pressure and paying extra attention to certain spots, the way tj would. it's probably not smart, he could get a call to action from fury or hill any minute. apparently it's a risk he's willing to take.
he's lost in the feeling, in a fantasy about tj, when his phone goes off again.
he doesn't have to think long about his answer. ]
Whatever you wanted. [ then, he does give it a little more thought. he tips his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, envisioning, and takes a deep breath. ] I'd like to fuck you.
[ Sure he will. Probably by pulling them off and requesting TJ never wear them again. Which, by the way, he's fully expecting. He's not going to comply, but he will at least pretend to listen.
When that text comes through, TJ makes a helpless little noise in the back of his throat. More than anything, right now in this moment, he wishes Steve was fucking him. Slow and hard, leaving finger shaped bruises against his hip. But, he can't have that right now.
Soon, hopefully. ]
Yeah, I'd like that, too.
[ A picture follows immediately of a dildo in his mouth. ]
[ that's probably what'll happen. or else steve might be weirdly into it, again because it's tj. either way he'd probably suggest tj should have his fashion police license revoked.
but that's later.
when he receives the picture, a hot streak of arousal shoots straight to his cock and he can't help the noise he makes, though he tries to muffle it towards the end. no amount of time spent in the army could've prepared him for the obscene(ly hot) interaction they're having right now. he pretends it's his cock in tj's mouth and squeezes the head, and pleasure licks through his veins in answer. ]
Yeah. [ he wants tj to fuck himself and pretend it's steve fucking him, and not just because it's as good as they'll get tonight. ] You going to use your fingers first? [ a thought occurs to him, and his cock twitches in the loose circle of his fist; a smile flicks the corner of his lips. ] Or have you already been doing that?
[ He'll just politely explain he likes having reminders of Steve underneath his clothes. And in the event of him not being able to have bruises or marks directly on his skin, those underwear will have to do.
An almost feral grin pulls up his lips when he gets the go-ahead from Steve. There's a delay in his response because he's actually doing this—slicking it with lube and then just teasing himself with it. He wipes his hand on the bed before finally answering. ]
No. To both. I want to feel the stretch and pretend it's you fucking into me.
[ well steve wouldn't really be able to argue with that logic, probably because he'd be too busy kissing the living daylights out of tj.
he waits for the response, stroking himself just enough to feel good and keep the momentum going. his touch is thorough and deliberate, the way it would be if he were slicking himself up, or if tj were doing it for him, preparing for him to sink into tj's gorgeous body. a rough sigh passes his lips. he doesn't realize he'd closed his eyes until his phone goes off and he has to open them to find it.
jesus. fuck. ]
Show me.
[ he may not be ready to send his own dick pics yet but he sure does not have a problem receiving them from tj. ]
[ Of course he doesn't have any problem getting filthy pictures. Selfish bastard. But, TJ doesn't really care. Eventually he'll get something. Probably. If he doesn't, well, this is definitely going to stop. This isn't a free show!!
At first, he thinks to take a picture, but then decides to just push the envelope again. Propping his phone up against some things, he takes a video again. He lays back, legs spread, and a moment later, he's easing the toy inside. It's a burn that has pleasure tingling all over his body, breathing coming out shallowly. Once it's fully seated in him, TJ's head drops back and a soft "Fuck—" spills over his lips.
It only takes one more second before he begins slowly fucking himself with it, breathing audibly and his voice slightly shaky. ]
This what you want?
[ It ends a moment later and TJ sends it through. ]
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A few.
[ a pause while he imagines it, the things he'd do—to tj—to achieve his next suggestion. ]
Helps to get your heart rate up.
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How should I do that?
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You could do to yourself some of the things I wish I could do to you right now.
[ his face gets hot even as he types it, but he resists the urge to delete the message no matter how ridiculous he feels putting these things into words. ]
Obviously kissing is off the table, but you could [ he swallows ] touch yourself.
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How should I touch myself, Steve?
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It's followed by one of his upper arm with just ?? beneath it. ]
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And the last one is a shot of him wearing these with one finger clearly teasing over the head of his cock. ]
d.
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when he gets the third one though, his body responds with a tug behind his navel. at the last one, heat unfurls at the base of his spine, eliciting a noise that's between a groan and a laugh. ]
I can't believe you're wearing those.
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All of them. But you're on track with the last one.
[ he's still wearing his suit but he wishes he weren't, his half-hard cock pushing against the fly. ]
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Still on the right track?
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it tides him over until the next message arrives, and it's nothing like what he was expecting.
hearing tj's voice causes a pang of longing in his chest, a pang of something else much further south, making the continued wearing of his suit almost unbearable. he also feels especially hot under the hard fabric. Before he rectifies the situation though, he fires off a response: ]
Keep going.
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Even if it won't be nearly as satisfying.
He does keep going, taking a few minutes before he responds again. ]
I'd rather be doing this to you. Or blowing you. You make the best sounds when I do.
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it's a good thing he's gotten out of his suit by the time he reads the next message, because he flushes all over when he pictures the things tj describes, at the thought of tj liking the sounds he makes. he goes on to rid himself of his undershirt until he's just in his boxer-briefs (and let's be real they probably are some kind of obscene under armour deal). ]
Can't really help myself sometimes.
[ his mouth dry, he wets his lips and lies back on the bed in the motel where he's waiting. his heart is even racing hard enough for him to feel it against his chest. ]
If you've still got on those ridiculous boxers, push them down and get a good grip. Go slow.
[ part of him can't believe he's doing this, but it's being overridden by the part that finds it exciting and doesn't want to stop. ]
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Anyway.
TJ takes the time to shuck the underwear off—which are not ridiculous, by the way, but totally cute—taking liberties of Steve's directions, and wraps his hand around himself, stroking extremely slow. For a moment or two ( possibly three ), he imagines it's Steve's hand on him—wider, the grip harder, but no less enthusiastic.
A picture is snapped mid-stroke and he sends it along. ]
I like the way your hand feels on me better.
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his hand, which had been wandering aimlessly over his chest and stomach while he waited for the response, dips below the elastic waist of his boxers and he finally wraps his hand around his cock. he pretends it's tj and another moan rises in his throat. ]
Yeah. I wish it was my hand on you. [ really, really wishes it. ] But that's not a bad sight either.
[ tj might be able to hear his playful grin in his tone. there's a pause as he shifts and peels off his own boxers. as he leans back against the pillows again, he spreads his thighs and strokes himself in long, firm pulls, lower lip caught between his teeth, his brows pushed together in concentration. ]
I like your hand better too.
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For a few minutes he's silent, just laying there in his bed, thinking about Steve being over him, weight partially pressing down against his body. His thumb swipes over the head, smearing pre-come as he goes.
Sexting is fun, but it's never all that satisfying. He's half thinking about rolling over and getting a toy from under the bed just to have a little more umph in this. But, he doesn't.
At least, not yet. ]
What would you do if you were here right now?
LMAO omg
while he's waiting he keeps pulling his hand over his cock, though not with the military efficiency he usually uses in getting himself off, when he's alone and too full of endorphins from training or fighting bad guys and just needs the release. instead he teases himself, varying speed and pressure and paying extra attention to certain spots, the way tj would. it's probably not smart, he could get a call to action from fury or hill any minute. apparently it's a risk he's willing to take.
he's lost in the feeling, in a fantasy about tj, when his phone goes off again.
he doesn't have to think long about his answer. ]
Whatever you wanted. [ then, he does give it a little more thought. he tips his head back and closes his eyes for a moment, envisioning, and takes a deep breath. ] I'd like to fuck you.
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When that text comes through, TJ makes a helpless little noise in the back of his throat. More than anything, right now in this moment, he wishes Steve was fucking him. Slow and hard, leaving finger shaped bruises against his hip. But, he can't have that right now.
Soon, hopefully. ]
Yeah, I'd like that, too.
[ A picture follows immediately of a dildo in his mouth. ]
Want me to pretend?
tj's an embarrassment
but that's later.
when he receives the picture, a hot streak of arousal shoots straight to his cock and he can't help the noise he makes, though he tries to muffle it towards the end. no amount of time spent in the army could've prepared him for the obscene(ly hot) interaction they're having right now. he pretends it's his cock in tj's mouth and squeezes the head, and pleasure licks through his veins in answer. ]
Yeah. [ he wants tj to fuck himself and pretend it's steve fucking him, and not just because it's as good as they'll get tonight. ] You going to use your fingers first? [ a thought occurs to him, and his cock twitches in the loose circle of his fist; a smile flicks the corner of his lips. ] Or have you already been doing that?
wow. fuq u
An almost feral grin pulls up his lips when he gets the go-ahead from Steve. There's a delay in his response because he's actually doing this—slicking it with lube and then just teasing himself with it. He wipes his hand on the bed before finally answering. ]
No. To both. I want to feel the stretch and pretend it's you fucking into me.
no, fuq tj
he waits for the response, stroking himself just enough to feel good and keep the momentum going. his touch is thorough and deliberate, the way it would be if he were slicking himself up, or if tj were doing it for him, preparing for him to sink into tj's gorgeous body. a rough sigh passes his lips. he doesn't realize he'd closed his eyes until his phone goes off and he has to open them to find it.
jesus. fuck. ]
Show me.
[ he may not be ready to send his own dick pics yet but he sure does not have a problem receiving them from tj. ]
that is a touchy subject for him, ok
At first, he thinks to take a picture, but then decides to just push the envelope again. Propping his phone up against some things, he takes a video again. He lays back, legs spread, and a moment later, he's easing the toy inside. It's a burn that has pleasure tingling all over his body, breathing coming out shallowly. Once it's fully seated in him, TJ's head drops back and a soft "Fuck—" spills over his lips.
It only takes one more second before he begins slowly fucking himself with it, breathing audibly and his voice slightly shaky. ]
This what you want?
[ It ends a moment later and TJ sends it through. ]
what, his embarrassing underwear or getting fucked
BEING CALLED AN EMBARRASSMENT
he brings it upon himself
that's so rude ):
steve still loves him
does he tho
100%
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