[He watched the man squirm under him until he could manage that relaxed pose, though the tension in James' body, and the erection poking him, belied the act. Steve chuckled darkly and dug his fingers into James' thighs, knowing it would leave bruises, and leaned more of his weight on his hands. It was a little test to gauge a few things. He continued to squeeze both hands, curious how much would be too much for the man. Of course, he wouldn't allow his digits to puncture James' flesh, but he had a feeling the man was going to be one of those who refused to admit when something hurt.

Like himself.

There was a certain danger there. If he judged wrong, he could do real damage to the man, physically and emotionally, which wasn't his intent. Playing was one thing, being deliberately destructive . . . He'd done that before and still felt sick at the memory of glistening bones and too-red blood. Not really very sexy. Steve tipped his head, sliding back just a little until James' bulge was nestled against his behind, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping him at the sensation. He grinned and finally answered the question.]


Soldier. For a long time. Then I headed up an elite squad. Special Ops and such. I'm sure you can imagine the sorts of things I got up to.