AN: This is the next chapter. This one is not as humorous as the previous one. Enjoy.

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: It's not mine.

Evasive Maneuvers

Steve had a problem. It started out small enough. He noticed how his lips were the color of strawberries or how he puckered his mouth into an adorable pout when concentrating, and the smooth texture of his almondy skin. He even found the man's nervous twitches, the way his fingers would dance on his thighs absently, endearing.

Had it ended there he would have shrugged it off as a phase. Oh, but it did not end as some sort of phase of fascination. The problem evolved into something more troublesome: desire

The day he found himself staring at Max's mouth with the desire to kiss it floored him. It didn't stop did it? Nope. He found the desire to caress that golden skin and tangle his hands in lush jet-black hair…distracting.

Oh but you see, desire can evolve as well. And when desire transforms it turns to lust. Now lust is a different beast altogether. Lust is desire turned to aching need. It can cloud the senses and if left unmanaged or unappeased can cause chaos. Thus Steve's problem.

He'd become hyperaware of the man. The way his dark eyes sparked with intensity or quiet mischief could hold him captive when they landed on him. When his lips formed that perfect pout his cock twitched in need. Even his dreams consisted of Max writhing beneath him in ecstasy. Plain and simple he wanted to fuck him until the smaller man couldn't walk. But of course the doctor seemed to show no interest in him, aside from their burgeoning friendship.

He loomed over the surface desk, staring at evidence on the digital screen single-mindedly. He'd just come from Max's autopsy room—thankfully each corpse had its head. And to keep his mind from flashing sinful images of the medical examiner naked and posed in erotic positions he looked over the evidence, again.

"What's wrong with you?" Danny asked, coming to stand next to him.

"Nothing. Why?" He continued scrolling through the evidence reports.

Danny folded his arms. "Oh I don't know. Every time you're in the same room as Max you either look like you want to retreat or take a shit." He leaned over, a grin on his lips. "So when did you get sweet on Max?"

Steve, unsurprised, cast a wary glance around the room. "February."

"That long huh?"

He nodded with frustration.

"You do know nine months isn't some passing phase right?"

"Yes Danny," he said wearily. Why couldn't he just crawl in a hole until Doomsday? Because lust—the bastard—had gone and turned into deep affection.

"So, you gonna tell him you got the hots for him and wanna have his baby?" Danny couldn't help but tease the commander.

Steve cast a glower to Danny. "First of all, fuck you, I'm a top. Secondly, that's impossible. Thirdly this shit is serious."

Danny erased his grin, holding in the urge to tease the man endlessly. "Okay, okay sorry. You guys would make such an odd couple though."

"What does it matter? He's probably straight or I'm not his type or something."

Danny raised his eyebrow. He had never heard Steve voice an insecurity. This was serious. "So just tell him."

"Hell no."

"What are you going to do?"

Steve turned to lean against the surface desk. "Avoid him like the plague."

Danny furrowed his brow. "What the hell? You're a SEAL I thought they didn't run."

"From insane missions, torture, and bad odds? No. From our feelings? Hell yes. Now come on, we've got a lead."

END

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