13. Spending the Night
It was nearly three AM when Phil opened his eyes. He was stilling on the couch cuddled into Steve's side. He groaned as he sat up straight, tilting his head side to side trying to crack his neck. The captain was still asleep next to him, and Phil resisted the urge to just watch him sleep. Cap had seemed rather perturbed when he had mentioned he had watched him sleep, back on the heilo-carrier. Steve looked so peaceful, Coulson thought about just letting him sleep on the couch for the night. But he couldn't justify letting Captain America sleep on the couch, so he had to wake him up.
Leaning forward Coulson whispered into Steve's ear, "Hey, Steve, Hey, its time to get up." He was rewarded with a soft sigh, but Cap didn't wake up. Frowning Phil tried again, "Steve will you wake up for me, Steve wake up for me, plea-" only to be cut off by a kiss.
"What time is it?" Cap questioned.
"Two fifty seven."
"Why are we up Phil?" the captained murmured into Coulson's shoulder.
His reply of, "This is not a good place to spend the night, Captain," didn't go over as well at all.
The Captain all of the sudden completely awake, stood looking dejected, he grabbed his shirt and started to button it up quipping, "I guess I should go then. Goodnight Phil, sorry I over stayed my welcome."
Coulson was heartbroken. Steve was leaving, and he sure wasn't happy. His mind raced over the last few minutes. He woke up; woke up the captain; then the captain asked for the time; then he wanted to know why they hadn't stayed asleep; the captain hadn't wanted to get up in the first place, why was he running for the door; he told the Captain that they couldn't sleep on the couch; and then Cap got mad. Why was he upset, Coulson didn't want to sleep on the couch that didn't mean he wanted Cap to leave, especially not like this. He had messed this up, a perfect night and he had messed it up, and he didn't even know how. Cap was almost to the door already, and Coulson could feel his gut clenching. Somehow he just knew that if he let Cap leave that would be the end of them. Before he could even think he was padding across the floor to stop the Captain, no Steve he reminded himself.
This time it was his turn to grab Steve's arm. The Captain turned, and all Coulson could see in those beautiful eyes, was rejection. "Cap what did I do…"
"I thought you wanted me here, I thought you wanted me to stay."
"I did," Coulson nearly whimpered, "I mean I do. Captain what did I do, why are you leaving?"
"Why am I leaving Phil, you asked me to 'This is not a good place to spend the night Captain' that's what you said not three minutes ago," Steve spat at him.
"Captain… Steve," Coulson sighed with relief, "I meant the couch, I don't think I'd be able to stand tomorrow if we slept there. I didn't mean you can't stay… I mean if you want to, but we can't sleep on the couch," Coulson finished.
Coulson was just calming down as he noticed Steve lightly quivering. "Steve?"
"I'm sorry, I… I am not really good at… I'm don't… I've never really had someone…" Steve blurted, his face flushing in embarrassment. Coulson was melting, he was Captain America's first real relationship. He thought he'd die with happiness.
Tilting his head up Coulson went to steal a quick kiss, and found Steve pulling him close darting his tongue at Coulson's lips. With a soft moan Coulson opened his mouth and let the Captain deepen this kiss. Everything else in his life paled in comparison to this moment, and he thought the world might just be ending when the captain pulled away.
"Did you mean what you said earlier Phil?"
"I… what did I say?" Coulson asked still dazed.
"That I could stay tonight."
Coulson swallowed, yes he had meant that, but this was Cap, the biggest gentlemen ever, he hadn't expected him to want to stay over. It was only their second real date, well third if you counted the diner, but Phil didn't like count that. The captain softly whispered, "Phil?" and Coulson snapped back to the present.
"Yes, of course you can stay, I just didn't… I hadn't expected you to want to. I'd love for you to stay but I don't want you to just be staying for me, I meant this has to be something you want… I… Whatever you'd like," he finished realizing he had just babbled.
Suddenly Steve was lifting his chin and kissing him sweet and chaste. "Phil," Steve breathed as they parted, "do you want me to stay?"
"I…" Phil had no idea what to say. Of course he wanted Steve to stay, but he didn't want to push he didn't want to rush this.
"Because I don't want to stay if its too soon, I would love to stay, but-"
"Steve, please stay," was all Coulson had to say. Cap leaned down kissing him again. Coulson was on cloud nine he barely noticed that he was being pushed backwards. He was being guided across his living room back towards his room. Steve had one hand on his back and the other curving around Coulson's upper arm while Coulson had one arm rapped behind the Captain, hand reaching for his nape, the other furiously trying to unbutton the shirt Steve had put back on.
They pulled apart as Coulson's back hit the wall. "Phil… I… we should go to bed…," the captain muttered face flushed.
"Yeah, bed," Phil answered sliding over to open the door. The captain followed him inside, slowly pulling of the shirt Coulson had unbuttoned, and leaning forward to take off Coulson's, pulling it off over his head. Once he was done with the shirt Cap's hands slid down Phil's sides over the white undershirt and stopped at his hands at Coulson's hips.
"Can I?" Steve questioned. With Phil's nod of approval his hands quickly undid Phil's belt and made quick work of the fly. Steve slid down Coulson's pants, and Coulson shuttered out of pure nervousness. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," the captain whispered, "We're going to slow remember?"
"I… we're just sleeping… right?" Coulson questioned looking down at the floor. He really didn't want to rush this, to push this, he wanted to make this perfect. Steve was perfect, and rushing this would just make a mess.
Bringing his hand up to Phil's cheek the captain leaned in and laid of soft kiss on Coulson's lips, "I don't think I want anything else." And at the look of dejection in Coulson's eyes, he continued, "I mean not yet, not tonight. I we will, just tonight-"
Coulson cut him off with a kiss. "Let's get to sleep then, everything else can wait." And with that the Captain relieved himself of his own pants, and Coulson was sure he stopped breathing at that, forget the handsome gentleman, Steve was the definition of arousing. Captain America was standing in front of him in his boxers and an undershirt; there weren't words for how perfect Steve looked…
And the Coulson was being pulled to the bed. Oh, tonight was perfect…