Tony gives a fleeting smile, rigid in every sense of the word, and a tingle travels up his spine. Out of Steve's sight he flattens his erection to his left hip to trap it behind the jeans, which he yanks up from the floor. He coughs to hide a pained grunt. Steve's presence somehow envelops him, the remembered body heat like hot wax poured over his hunched shoulders. He shoves his sneakers on and darts to the door. Halfway through, he backpedals, squeaks out a thanks, and flees.
Consumed by escaping temptation, he completely forgets about his A-shirt still wrinkled on the carpet beside Steve's bed.
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Consumed by escaping temptation, he completely forgets about his A-shirt still wrinkled on the carpet beside Steve's bed.