UPGRADES

02.10.2016: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

richbastardbat:

Bruce spotted the blush on Steve’s cheeks. “Didn’t know I could make you blush.” A soft dry chuckle. “It’s a good look for you.” He played with Steve’s hair. 

His hand traveled down Steve’s back in a lazy motion. “It was a good visit. Even without that,“ his arms curled around Steve. "But that was a plus.” He hugged the man to his chest. 

“What, sitting down in a suite after kicking the
behind of some bad guy together? I won’t say
no to that, especially if it ends up in us sitting
down and watching TV. Never been a huge
couch potato but I enjoy a good movie when
they’re showin’ one. I’m just wonderin’ how a
movie turned into this but I’m not complaining,
don’t get me wrong.” He huffed, trying to ignore
the comment about his blush being spotted. The
more he thought about it, the brighter his cheeks
went. He hated sometimes that his skin was so pale,
making his blush so much more visible. Nonetheless,
he greeted the warm embrace with a nuzzle of his
head against Bruce’s chest, reaching for the blankets
to tug them that much higher.

     "I really hate the cold, seasons are changin’, it’s a pain.“ 

richbastardbat:

There was a ramble in his chest as he laughed.”Frisky? Maybe it has something to do with the smokin hot blond I got in my bed.” There was another kiss to the man’s forehead. 

“I’m really glad you came with me, Steve. I had a good time." 

He let out a short laugh and stretched his legs out,
accepting the display of affection with a faint rose
tainting his cheeks. "Smokin’ hot blond? Been called
many things before and that’s certainly not one of them.”

Steve wriggled a bit, slinging his arm over Bruce’s
chest so that he could rest his head on the mans
chest lazily. “I did too, I wasn’t expecting a short
visit to turn into… That." 

richbastardbat:

Brushing the hair away so he could those blue eyes Bruce smiled. “Good.” There was a feather light kiss to the top of man’s head. “You seemed to enjoy it last night when we went ten rounds.” 

His fingers traced over one of the bruises on Steve’s shoulder. “A hot shower will help with that.” Bruce muttered, “Maybe something else in the shower too.” 

“Ten? I lost count but if you want to put a number on it.”
Steve made a lazy laugh in response, moving his legs
a little under the blankets. It was definitely ten, or more.
His body was usually fast to recover so for it to maintain
a few aches and pains meant it really was something. 

Steve’s eyes darted to the bruise but he trusted Bruce
not to touch it properly. “A little frisky aren’t you, fella?" 

richbastardbat:

Never a man that found sleep easily or deeply was thankful for one of the rare nights that he was granted. The idea of the romantic trip to Seattle, Washington was an impulse on his part. By far not a rash man he wanted to do something fun and special with his blond sleeping partner. 

The idea had turned out to be great, it was the most fun Bruce had in a long time. From the time their plane touched down to the time they fell into bed in the wee small hours of the morning Bruce was in bliss. 

Laying there in bed listening to the man next to him breath Bruce replayed the night before again in his mind. Never would have guess he could have gotten that noise to come out of Captain America. No, not the captain here. Here in bed with him, the man was just Steve. 

Feeling the man of his thoughts stir next to him, Bruce turned his head. “Morning,” his voice was gruff and horse. Fingering Steve’s blond hair there was a lazy and happy smile on Bruce’s face. “Sleep well?” 

Steve’s blond mane covered his face, peeking through
strands to peer up at Bruce. He made a mental note to
get a hair cut at some later point but after everything that
had happened back at home he hadn’t really had time to.
His skin was sore, well, portions of it were where there
were dark red bruises from where they had gotten handsy
or Bruce had taken it upon himself to bite him. 

He slipped closer, pressing his face to the crook of Bruce’s
neck, a small chime of the dog tags around his neck making
the according rattle. “Best sleep I’ve had in weeks.” He whispered,
careful not to raise his voice too much. If Bruce’s was that hoarse
then he didn’t want to imagine how his would sound if he decided
to speak properly. “My body feels like it’s been through the ringer,
what did you do to me?” He chuckled breathlessly. 

It was still dark where they were, the sun still
hadn’t risen and the city was at the point where
it was stilled. That moment of tranquillity between
morning and night had fallen. 

Their clothes were scattered on the floor in a trail
from the bedroom door to the huge king sized bed
itself. It was mainly a blur, what had happened the
night before, but all he could remember was that
the first time in a long time he actually felt happy. 

Steve stirred, practically drowning in the white Egyptian
cotton sheets that were clearly more expensive than the
entirety of his own room’s furniture alone. He groaned,
feeling the ache in his lower back and then opening his
eyes, having to clear the haze of his sleep by rubbing his
eyes until they gradually focused on the man next to him.
Instinctively he gravitated closer, moving to slip himself
under Bruce’s arm, needing more warmth since the chill
of night was still around, even though they were locked in
the confines and warmth of their own suite in Washington. 

richbastardbat:

“After my father, yes. You calling me by my full name will not help you. Trust me. The only one who can get away with that now is Alfred.” He stared as the man stood up. “I am offended Steve. The only time I sit in the VIP boxes is when I have business to do. This is… something. We’ll sit where I normally sit, behind the Knights’ dugout." 

Steve followed Bruce’s lead. "Not a bad spot at
all, you’re tellin’ me I’m going to be surrounded
by opposition fans? Does this mean I need to
keep my cheering quiet?” He smirked, giving
Bruce a nudge with his elbow, glad that he
enjoyed the match from a ‘normal persons’
point of view. 

richbastardbat:

Bruce chuckled. “When I was in trouble as a child it was Bruce Thomas. First name wasn’t very good for yelling at someone.” He smiled at the man. “I’ll keep that in mind, Steve.” He liked how the man’s name rolled  off his tongue. “One baseball game it is.” 

“Thomas? That’s your middle name huh?”
Steve flashed a crooked smile in return.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind myself.”
Giving Bruce’s broad shoulder a firm pat
before getting to his feet. “No VIP boxes,
the best way to enjoy a game is to be there
with the fans, not cordoned off in some fancy box." 

richbastardbat:

“You’re not most with guys, Steven.” Bruce chuckled dryly. “Loyal is good. So is that a yes to the ballgame?" 

"You need to stop calling me Steven,
you’re reminding me of my mother when
she was scolding me as a kid. It’s Steve,
Bruce. And yes, well, if you’re treatin’ who
am I to say no?” He smirked. 

richbastardbat:

“You’re from Brooklyn. It’s a safe bet that you’re a Dodgers fan.” Bruce shrugged. “I would have to deaf not to know how much you love your Dodgers, even if they have moved across the country." 

"Most guys from Brooklyn stopped supporting
them after they moved, you know.” He shrugged
a little in response, leaning into the corner of
the couch he was sat on. “What can I say, I’m
loyal.. Can be a downfall sometimes." 

richbastardbat:

Bruce chuckled. “Well there’s going to be a Dodgers game in Gotham soon. If you want to go… with me, I would not be against it.”  Bruce himself had been a baseball fan since he was a child. 

“You invitin’ me to a Dodgers game?
How’d you know my team?” He asked,
though in reality Steve realised that he
hadn’t been particularly quiet about it despite
his unspoken vendetta regarding their move
since he had been asleep.