sameoldsong | OPEN TO ALL (ALL RATINGS)

"Everybody needs a break, y'know? Especially if the thing you're taking a break from is like... fuck, it's a heavy thing." Sean can't imagine shouldering the burden as well as Steve does. He's got to be Captain America, he's got to put his best face forward and he's got to go up against all kinds of terrible stuff. And since everyone knows his name, it's not even like he can just easily disappear by taking the mask off. The best he can probably hope for is a night like tonight, drinking in a bar where nobody pays too much attention to who comes and goes. "Anyway, I'd be more than happy to help with that. I really enjoy spending time with you."

"Plus, you are incredibly hot." Sean grins a little, dropping back into flirting and teasing. "Another good thing about New York honestly, so many handsome men everywhere."

To be honest Steve didn't see being Captain America as a burden. It was just being himself with a costume on. Life had been so much harder for him when he wasn't Captain America, when he physically couldn't do all the things he felt compelled to do. Sitting on the sidelines would have been a thousand times worse than what he did now. But having someone care about him beyond that? That was worth more than he could ever express.

And when Sean made the comment about Steve being incredibly hot he flushed again, although this time it was as much out of arousal as anything else. This was definitely leading somewhere and he was feeling anxious as they got on the train, wanting to already be at the tower alone with the other man.

"There really are. Lucky for me I'm going home with the best looking one," he added, managing to grin and meet Sean's gaze.

God, Steve's already hot, but then his face just pinks up and Sean feels his heart melt a little. He's so handsome, and sweet and thoughtful- and Sean's lucky. So goddamn lucky. He also laughs and it's turn to flush up some, more red than pink. He grabs onto one of the train's straps automatically. "Hey, I can't promise much else besides the view, but it's a very good view at least."

It's quiet at this time of night, most of the other riders have their heads down in their phones. Sean ends up nudging Steve. "One nice thing about phones, huh? Nobody can spot you if they're staring down at 'em."

"Really? Because I was kind of hoping that there would maybe be more than the view? At least a little?" Steve asked. Unless he was completely misunderstanding the situation and all the flirting that Sean was doing was just he way he was. Some people were like that, Steve understood it, but he hoped that it wasn't like that because he really liked Sean.

"And that's true. A little sad that people are missing so much of the world sometimes but I like how it also brings people together," Steve said. While he didn't quite understand the near-addiction levels it sometimes went to he also knew there were benefits. "How many people don't feel so alone because of something or someone they've seen on the internet?"

"Oh! Oh, no, no, you're going to get a lot more than just a view. I mean, like- I was just cracking a joke about me looking good, but not exactly having a lot of other talents." He shoots a fingergun at Steve, saying about as delicately but directly as he can, "Call me an elevator, because as soon as the doors close, I'm going down. On you. In private, obviously."

"I love how it brings people together. I don't know what I'd do if I lived even twenty years ago and had to pay a fortune just to call my ma once a month. As it stands, I get international calling as part of my plan, and I can call her a couple of times a week." He digs his phone out and pulls his texts up, showing him one full of pictures and playful insults. "My younger brother texts me at all hours of the night with dumb stuff he sees online. And- oh! I should show you Eliza's store!"

A few more clicks, and he pulls up a little Etsy shop, full of homemade quilts. Sean scrolls down to find the listing he's looking for and shows it to Steve. There's a whole set of Avengers themed quilts for sale with everyone's associated logo. Sean stops on the one of Steve's shield. "She makes all kinds of quilts and pillows and stuff to sell online! It's her full time job these days, which is nice because I know how much she loves doing it."

Peggy had told Steve that he didn’t know anything about women. Apparently he didn’t know much about men either which likely meant it was less a “women or men” issue and more a “Steve” issue. One of these days he’d learn to flirt properly. Maybe.

“Sorry, that was just my terrible attempt at flirting,” he said, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck. Fortunately Sean was good at flirting, or at least making his intentions known. Even if it made Steve blush a bit he was grateful to know where the other man stood. Both metaphorically and literally because it was nice when the other man moved closer to show Steve his phone.

“Those are good. I should order one for her and then send her a picture of me with it,” Steve said with a smile. Propaganda or merchandise with his likeness on it wasn’t anything new, they’d had that back in the War. It really did look like she did good work though and he could see how Sean would be proud of her.

"If you did, you'd make her year. And I can promise you that they're excellent quilts, top of the line. She also does other designs, if you don't want to wear your job around while you're sleeping." He goes back and scrolls to get to the other designs, the ones that aren't heros or popular TV shows or whatever people like these days. Eliza's also quilted a bunch of more traditional patterns too, coloured squares and flowers and pinwheels and all sorts of geometric patterns. "She made me one for Christmas a few years back and it's absolutely gorgeous. This is the stuff she's really good at buuuut, well, got to make a profit right?"

Sean very nearly finds himself asking if Steve's got distant relations he talks to but... Sean already knows the answer to that one. He decides to not dig his fingers into an open wound, picking something much lighter. "She's so crafty that it makes me feel a little guilty that I'm not. I keep swearing I'm going to learn to make stuff too, like knitting. Everyone can use more socks, right? I don't suppose you know much about knitting?"

"I'll order one of each type then," Steve said. He had no problem with having a star-spangled quilt no matter how cliche and cheesy it seemed. He still believed in the message of the stars and stripes, even if the real meaning of them had gotten twisted over the years. Heck, they'd been twisted even in his time. Besides, it would be fun to do something nice for Sean's sister, especially if it would make her so happy.

"Can't say I know much about knitting, no. Maybe it's something we can learn to do together? There's probably classes offered that we can take, right?" Steve said. He almost said "couples classes" but he didn't want to assume or move to fast. But he hoped that the idea of them planning things to do together in the future was as pleasant an idea for the other man as it was for Steve.

Sean perks right up as Steve suggests they try learn knitting together. He's been trying not to read too much into any of this, since Steve's just been a gym buddy until now, and the promise of hopefully hanging out when he's in town is something for the future - and Sean knows how busy people can be. Even really nice people get busy, and Steve Rogers is a really nice, really busy person. The world can't save itself all the time.

"Absolutely! Oh, there's these fellows who offer all kinds of these sorta- god what's the word for it, it's like- I can't think of it, it'll come to me later, but you can sign up and they teach you older skills and stuff, like canning and knitting, and woodworking. I've been thinking about asking for the name of the place again, since it seems like it'd be useful, y'know?" He grins at Steve. "I'm going to do that, and we could go to them. You might already know some of that stuff, but that's fine, you can show up everyone by being the best canner there."

The train slows as it enters the station, chiming as they reach the stop. He slips his hand out of the strap and heads out with Steve. "Or maybe I'll end up being great at that and I can smugly send Eliza peaches or whatever else people tend to can. Beans?"

"Yeah, just what I need, older skills," Steve said, leveling Sean an amused look. He knew that his friend didn't mean anything by it, not really, but he couldn't help but give him a hard time. Those were just "skills" for most of Steve's life. Sure that didn't know that he knew how to do everything but it was like someone someday teaching an old skill like "coding" or something.

"And I think that would be fun. We can go out picking some fruit or something and then can it," Steve said. Again, he was mostly in it just for spending time with Sean and doing something besides just watching a movie and having dinner. Not that there was anything wrong with that but he enjoyed talking to Sean too much to give that up.

Stepping off the train they headed toward Avengers Tower. Steve felt a bit nervous, butterflies in his stomach, but it was nice for the novelty of the feeling.

"Hey, think of yourself as the ringer! You can come in stealthily and make us all look like fools." Sean teases right back, though it softens some when Steve talks about them picking fruit to can. That's really nice. And it jogs something in Sean's mind. "Oh yeah! I've heard there's a website where people put up the locations of fruit trees that they aren't going to harvest, and you can just show up and take that fruit! I've never done it, but we should do that! That's a good way of getting fruit without having to even leave the city."

He snaps his fingers. "Or, community gardens. There's one in my neck of the woods! I always walk by it, but I've never stopped in. I should ask about it, maybe they've got stuff for canning in there. We could find out what the rules are." And as they head up the stairs, he bumps his shoulder into Steve's again. He's excited, really excited, and it's not just because he's thinking about seeing Steve again. He's thinking about what's right ahead of them. A view from high up in the tower, and then a chance for an even more breathtaking view with Steve himself.

Steve smiled as Sean bumped into him, responding in kind and using the motion to just stay a bit closer to the other man. His hand brushed against Sean's, not exactly taking it but hoping the other man would understand the implication. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being seen holding hands with another man but more that he wanted being with someone, whoever it was, to be a private thing. This was about himself and Sean.

"I'd love to get involved in a community garden. I don't even know what grows around here but it would be fun to try something. Or just see what's there and try and come up with things to do with it," he said. Steve had a mental image of himself and Sean picking things in the garden then coming home to make dinner with them. It was a really nice thought.

As they neared the tower Steve felt the butterflies in his stomach pick up a bit. It was a mixture of excitement and nerves, although the nerves were more due to the fact that he was only vaguely aware of how this would all work. He'd never been with a man before.

The guard at the front of the Tower nodded to Steve as they entered as he lead Sean to the elevator. It was quiet at night, no crowds of visitors or staff working. Just the two of them as they waited for the elevator.

"Sean, I just want you to know I'm- I'm really glad that you came back with me. Really glad. I just want you to know this is the first time I've ever... done something like this, done anything, with another guy."

Sean tries not to make assumptions about people, especially not about their experience. You never know what they're like in private, or how they used to live their lives before you met them. But when Steve tells him that Sean's the first time he's done something with a guy, it's not a huge shock. Steve came from the 30's. And Sean- jesus, Sean's from now, and there's still a reason he lives in New York and not in rural Ireland anymore.

They's nobody really around here, just the two of them and the guard at the door, and Sean reaches to touch his hand to Steve's, just resting the back of their hands together to mirror what Steve did before while they were walking. "We'll take it slow, figure out what you feel like and how much of it you want. We've got lots of dates in the future to get wild on, once it's all ordinary and boring."

And after a beat, he adds, "Fair warning, I'm a biiiiiiit of a slut, so it'll be a fun ride no matter how far we go."

"Sean, I'm not telling you that so you necessarily take it slow with me," Steve said. As the elevator door opened he slipped his hand into Sean's and pulled the other man into the elevator and hit the button for the top floor. Now that he hadn't Sean's hand in his it felt like his pulse was so strong the other man would be able to feel it in his palm.

"Just so that you know you might have to guide me or suggest things. But I don't want you to hold back or avoid things either. It isn't all new because of lack of will but just opportunity," he explained, hoping that Sean understood. He was eager to do things, things he probably didn't even know about right now, and he didn't want to waste time. Speaking of which... "You know, the sunrise from the top of the building is pretty nice too..."

Because now that he thought about it Steve was eager to just go straight to his room.

"Well, I'm a very experienced guide. But honestly, you're going to do fine, I guarantee it." Sean promises. It's an easy one to make. Steve's so handsome, and more than that, he's sweet and funny in ways that Sean wouldn't have expected and god he's so sincere too. Sean's going to make it good for him. He's going to make sure that no matter what happens after this, Steve will always be able to look back on this experience as a good first one. "The best part about sex is that it comes naturally for the most part."

Steve offering to take Sean to a sunrise instead just gets a laugh from him, and a broad happy smile that turns sly as Sean turns his body and leans in to finally do what he's wanted to for a long time. He kisses Steve right there in the elevator, his hand squeezes Steve's tight as he does so.

Steve kissed Sean back, eagerly pressing his body against the other man even as his hand shot out to hit the button on the elevator that would make sure it stopped at the floor his room was on. The kiss was different than what he was used to, obviously. The skin and lips rougher, more firm, but not in a bad way.

He gave a small moan as his fingers ran through Sean hair, almost chuckling at how quickly he ran out of hair doing that. Instead he just cupped his hand to the back of Sean’s head and pulled him deeper into the kiss, his tongue teasing the other man’s lips as he was eager to take things to another level. There would be plenty of sweet kisses later but he was too worked up just now for that.

Oh wow, Steve just goes for it, and it's amazing, and a good reminder to Sean that right, right, a lack of experience isn't the same thing as wanting to go slow or be shy. When Steve wants to go deeper, he happily goes deeper, parting his mouth to invite Steve's tongue right inside. There's a hand on the back of his head and it's nice, and Sean goes ahead and set his free hand on Steve's waistt, fingers sliding against that warm, tight t-shirt and the impressive body beneath.

He does his best to make the kiss good for them both, a little wet and a little dirty now that Steve's opened the door. God, he's making out with Steve Rogers in the Avengers Tower elevator. The world is wild.

And soon as he hears the doors open, the hand on Steve's side slides down, fingers hooking on the waistband of those tight jeans and tugging Steve forward as Sean walks out of the elevator backwards, still kissing him.

The kiss was incredible, the sort of thing that made Steve completely forget where he was and what was happening except for the kiss and the feel of Sean's hand along his shirt. Which made it a good thing that Sean was at least paying enough attention to step out of the elevator and pull Steve along with him.

Steve let the other man pull him along until he finally broke the kiss. Steve only pulled back a bit though, face still close to Sean's and his hand still cupping the man's head. Steve also struggled not to squirm and press more closely, already hard and needing some friction.

"Two doors that way is my place," he said with a jerk of his head over his shoulder before he leaned in and kissed Sean again, unable to resist the temptation.

"Yeah?" Sean mumbles before he's swallowed up in another kiss. It's so tempting to forget about getting to Steve's place and to just push him back against a wall and start grinding up against him. But public hallways usually aren't a good idea, and they're absolutely fucking terrible places to make out when someone just so happens to be part of like, a superhero team. That's a conversation Sean doesn't want to have right now.

So even as they're kissing, Sean gets them slowly moving down in the right direction, until they're at Steve's door. And- alright, fine, fine, just once, just quickly, he presses Steve back against the door and presses a leg between those beautiful thick thighs. Halle-fucking-lujah, Steve's hard and Sean's happy to put a little pressure on him with his own thigh, giving Steven something to grind on while his hands quickly pat down Steve to find his keys, and to get the door for him.

It would probably be easier if he stopped to let Steve open it but Sean will be damned if he takes the easy option when he can have a hard dick pressed against him instead, and when he can press his own erection right back against Steve.

To be honest the Avengers Tower was probably the safest place for them to do anything in the hallway but Steve didn't want his first time with Sean to be like that. Not that part of it didn't have some sort of forbidden thrill but he wanted them to be able to focus on each other, to take their time. Or at least rush through everything in private.

Steve tried not to grind too much against Sean's leg but it was hard not to, the friction so absolutely perfect. And it was probably best that Sean was opening the door because Steve was too distracted by the feel of Sean's erection against him, how is body felt pressed so close. Once the door opened behind him Steve stepped back quickly, pulling Sean with him before turning to press the other man against the wall and kicking the door closed in one motion.

Now in private his hands slid up under Sean's shirt, fingers trailing along the skin and muscle there, taking in the novelty and the excitement of it all.

Oh god yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, soon as Sean's back is against the wall, he goes ahead and drops the keys on the floor. They'll get them later. He's got more important things to focus on, namely how smoothly Steve moves. He's like a big jungle cat. Sean can't imagine ever pushing someone against a wall and shutting a door at the same time without causing some kind of disaster.

But who cares about that when he's got Steve right in front of him. Steve's hands are so big and warm, and Sean fucking loves how they feel running over his skin. Sean reaches out, hooking his fingers into Steve's belt loops and tugging him close until their hips are pressed together. Fuck, he can't believe it. He's going to sleep with Steve Rogers.

Sean ditches his jacket on the floor and leans in for another kiss. He's fit under the shirt, but he's human as well, and the further Steve explores, the more he comes across scars. Sean's been lucky, and most of them are old - childhood accidents, ill-advised teen stunts. There's a few fresh ones though - a thin long line high up on his chest where a knife stabbed him, and a handful of circular buckshot scars along his right side where a shotgun blast barely missed his mid-center. Sean's entirely forgotten about them, more focused on the feeling of Steve's cock as his hips start grinding forward.

“Sean.”

Steve’s voice was low and husky with arousal but there was also and edge of desperation to it as well, like parts of him were becoming unraveled and he needed Sean to tug on the threads to completely undo them. His hands found the scars and while Steve’s own body didn’t scar he was familiar the wounds. Later there would be questions. Much later. Right now he needed his hands over the other man’s chest.

The shirt was in the way though, blocking his access to Sean skin so he pulled back just enough to get it off of Sean. He immediately pressed close again, hips rocking against Sean as his mouth pressed a filthy kiss to the other man’s lips. It was all almost too much for him but it all felt too good to stop. There was so much to explore and enjoy he had trouble knowing what to do next.

Lucky for Steve, 'next' is what Sean does best. As the kiss gets downright filthy, he lets Steve get worked up before he pulls back. "Hey," He whispers, pressing his mouth to Steve's jawline while one hand slides forward to rest on the front of Steve's pants, fingers tucked inside and thumb resting on the belt. "Let me take care of you. You have no idea how long I've wanted to suck your cock."

He starts to work the belt open, stealing one last kiss - and letting Steve touch his chest in that wonderful, demanding way that he's doing - before Sean pushes him back. He gets himself just enough space to sink down to his knees and come face to face with that beautiful hard-on. Sean glances up with a grin and starts getting Steve's fly open, eager to make good on the promise he made on the subway.

Steve liked the way Sean kissed along his jaw and he especially liked how it felt to have Sean rub his hand along his cock. He was so hard and aching that he couldn't help but give a moan at that as he shuddered at the sensation. Words felt impossible at the moment so all he did was nod as Sean got to his knees.

He looked down and couldn't help but blush at the look on Sean's face as he began to undo Steve's pants. It wasn't like this was the first time someone had ever gone down on him but he still couldn't help but blush, especially with how eager the other man was. Reaching out he ran his fingers through Sean's hair, almost lovingly as he trembled in anticipation.

Aw christ, look at him, just look at how badly he needs this. How long has it been since he had someone taking care of him? He doesn't want to tease him too badly, not when he's that red in the face, not when he can feel the way Steve's fingers shake a little as they run through Sean's hair. Sean wants to make him feel good, really good. And he's going to, by god, he's going to.

Soon as he's got the fly open, Sean's hands tug Steve's pants down to mid-thigh, taking everything with them until Steve is bare. He's so hard right now. Sean just looks up at Steve's handsome face and gives him a smile before Sean leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Steve's cock. It starts chaste, but it doesn't stay that way, because Sean parts his lips and lets his tongue slide over the head. Steve's got a nice sized cock and Sean's eager to get it in his mouth. He goes slow though, because he wants to make sure they both enjoy this. The lips open wider and he swallows the first inch of Steve's cock, giving is a suck before he slides down to the next inch and does the same.

His hands rest on Steve's bare thighs, giving them a squeeze as Sean's head slide down one inch more, and then he begins to properly suck Steve off. Sean's hard and he ignores it, focused entirely on making Steve feel nice.

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So sorry this took forever!

No worries! I ended up unexpectedly busy the last week so it's all good!

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