Trying to think of a way to explain to your boyfriend of some months that you sometimes like to dress up in women's clothing is difficult. More so when dressing up in women's clothing not only arouses you, but that you've jerked off more times than you can count to the mental image of being fucked while wearing women's clothing. More so when you're a national icon. It's not as though Steve could hide it forever, or that he'd even planned to, but he really hadn't counted on Phil finding out as quickly as he did. But then, trying to keep secrets from a secret agent doesn't tend to work in anyone's favor, so he supposes it's hardly surprising.

But rather than being shocked or horrified or disgusted by the notion, Phil seems all for it. If anything, Phil seems as excited by the idea as Steve is.

"I'd imagine that it's difficult to find something that fits you just right," Phil says.

Steve snorts. "You can say that again. It was easier before the serum, but now… well, I think you can see for yourself. I'm an ox."

"You're anything but," Phil tuts. He looks contemplatively at Steve for a moment before speaking again. "I don't suppose you've ever thought of having something custom tailored?"

Steve shakes his head, cheeks a healthy pink at the mere thought. "Too embarrassed."

Phil hums in a manner that Steve can only describe as thoughtful before tilting his head a fraction to the left. The action is so indescribably Phil that Steve has to fight hard to keep from smiling.

"What if I did it for you?" the agent asks.

"You?" Steve asks, eyebrows raised nearly to his hairline.

"You may remember from the time I stuck my foot in my mouth when we first met that I mentioned how I'd had some design input on your uniform," Phil explains. He drums his fingers on his kneecaps as they sit side-by-side on the bed. "I may have downplayed my involvement."

"Downplayed by how much?"

"I may have designed the entire uniform."

"That's… Well, okay then."

Which is how they go from merely talking about this particular situation to actually making this particular situation happen. Steve can still hardly believe it as he stands in their shared bedroom, letting Phil take his measurements. He has the sneaking suspicion that Phil already knows his measurements—after all, he'd have needed them to design his uniform—but he's not about to point that out. Not when Phil is all steady hands and soft touches as he wields the cloth tape measure with the same natural ease as he does a firearm or, barring that, a bag of flour.

Just the measurements take over three days to finish because they have to keep stopping when either or both of them get a little too excited by their activity. Not that Steve minds. Although, in hindsight, binding Phil's wrists to the headboard with the tape measure hadn't been the brightest idea, considering it's subsequent destruction of the item set them back another day when the agent had to go out and purchase a new one.

When Phil has finally gotten all of Steve's measurements down, Steve's involvement in the process ends. The agent claims he'd like it to be surprise and while Steve is rather disappointed that he won't be allowed to watch Phil work, the added element of anticipation makes up for it.

It's when he returns from a mission, just a day after Phil had left on a separate assignment, that he finds it. There's a simple, rectangular box on their bed with a note attached to the top.

Would have preferred to have seen your face when you opened this, but figured I'd made you wait long enough. Try it on and let me know if any adjustments need to be made. Should be back by the 10th if all goes well.

- Phil

Steve really has to hand it to Phil; the man doesn't do anything by halves. Looking at himself in the full length mirror, he's impressed. The blue silk dress fits perfectly, as far as he's concerned, hugging all the right places without being too snug. The white silk stockings and garter belts with lacy white panties to match are a detail he hadn't been expecting, but is pleased to see. He bites on his lower lip as he already begins to feel blood rushing south; it would be nice to spend some time with his new outfit, but he doesn't want to make a mess of it before Phil gets home.

So, regrettably, he takes it off, and while it's disappointing that he had to do so in such a short amount of time, he knows that waiting will be well worth it.


"Oh."

Steve can't help the excited flutter of his stomach as Phil's tired eyes light up at the sight of him. He'd changed into his new dress just a half hour prior, knowing his partner was on his way back to the apartment. Lying on their bed in wait had been equal parts agonizing and exhilarating and entirely worth the riveted look he's getting from Phil.

"So," Steve says slowly, "what do you think?"

"I think," Phil says, moving closer to the bed, "you look stunning."

The agent stops just in front of him, taking in every inch of the blonde's body.

"What do you think?" Phil asks.

"I think you've got a real talent for this," Steve says with a chuckle. "It's perfect."

"Almost perfect," Phil says.

"What makes you say that?" Steve asks.

Phil shifts his stance from one foot to the other. "Well, before we left, we had a few hours to kill and while we were looking for someplace to eat this happened to catch my eye. You can be honest and tell me if it's too much, I just thought…"

From there Phil takes a small box out of his pocket and hands it to Steve. Curious as to why now the agent would appear uncomfortable, he opens the box he'd received. Within it there's a simple silver chain with a small silver star charm dangling from it. He looks up to Phil with a smile.

"Help me put it on?"

Phil's smile eases into something more relaxed at the suggestion. He's quick to comply, leaning forward and reaching around Steve's neck to clasp the ends of the necklace together. Steve allows himself a moment to admire the way the tiny charm rests against his sternum before he's reaching for Phil, trying to pull him in closer.

"Thank you," he says, his arms around the agent's waist. "For all of it."

"Steve, there's nothing you have to thank me for," Phil says, his tone letting the soldier know that he knows just exactly what Steve means.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Steve tilts his head back and lets Phil kiss him. As he pushes the other man's suit coat off of his shoulders, Phil helps him out by shrugging the rest of the way out of it, letting the garment fall to the floor. His tie soon joins it, followed by his shirt, his undershirt, his pants, his underwear and soon Steve gets what he wants and Phil is standing naked before him.

By this time, he can feel his cock straining against his panties, creating a noticeable bulge in the fabric of his dress. He swallows thickly as Phil kneels between his legs and slides his hands up Steve's thighs. Steve's hips lift off the mattress, following the motion, wanting more but curious as to how Phil's going to proceed. He shivers at the slide of silk against his skin as the agent pushes the hem of his dress up just far enough so that he can mouth at Steve through his undergarments.

"Fuck, Phil, please," Steve nearly whines, his hips twitching in his effort to remain still.

But Phil doesn't let up, if anything he just tries harder. With the agent's hot, wet mouth steadily sucking at him through the lace fabric and his hand teasingly fondling Steve's balls, it doesn't take him long to come, keyed up as he is already. He groans, watching a damp spot turn blue silk a much darker shade, as he slowly comes down from his high. It's only a fraction of the relief he'd been seeking, however, and he fumbles for the lube he'd set on the nightstand before pressing it into Phil's hand.

There's no need for words or instruction as Steve moves back onto the bed, kneeling with his rear in the air and a pillow clutched to his chest. He feels Phil settle behind him before the agent runs his hands up the sides of Steve's thighs, gently nudging the fabric up and up until he has enough room to work with.

"I meant it when I said you looked stunning," Phil says. His grip on Steve's hips is firm, possessive. "You're gorgeous."

Steve feels his panties being slipped down, though not off, just enough to expose his ass. He groans loudly as Phil wastes no time at all in sliding the first, slick digit inside him. Phil always takes his time prepping Steve, and though he's doing so now, Steve notes there's a more hurried, desperate air to his movements. Familiar, practiced thrusts and curls of the agent's fingers soon have Steve rocking his hips, clutching at the pillows as his cock fills out again.

"Enough, enough, I'm ready," Steve says quickly.

Phil's fingers leave him and he hears a breathy chuckle from behind as Phil says, "I can't tell if you're more eager for this or if I am."

Soon enough, the room is filled with the sound of the slap of skin on skin and panting and barely restrained whines and moans and Steve can kind of see what Phil means. This is different from the soft, tender touches earlier in the evening; Phil's hands move roughly across his body, tracing every harsh angle through the silk of his dress. He keens as he feels Phil grip him through the bunched up fabric and jerk him in time with his thrusts, leaving Steve trying to push back onto him and forward into his fist at the same time.

The sensation is incredible, better than he'd ever dreamed it would be. He knows Phil's getting close when his pace picks up, losing some of his rhythm in the process. The agent groans, kissing his back, groping with his free hand along Steve's chest, his fingers running over peaked nipples and tweaking them until Steve has to bite down onto his pillow to smother his whimpers.

"Not gonna last much longer," Phil pants. "Do you want my load?"

"You know that I do," Steve moans, knowing that Phil had only asked because he knows Steve likes to hear it. He's not far off himself and the words only help push him closer to release. "Do it, please. Show me how much you like it, Phil."

Apparently Phil likes this arrangement rather a lot more than Steve had ever thought, because a few ragged thrusts later he's coming with a loud cry, his cock pulsing inside Steve and his fist pumping unevenly until Steve topples over the edge along with him. Steve shudders in satisfaction, panting openmouthed as Phil thrusts jerkily, grunting as he fills him until they're both sticky and spent.

Phil slides Steve's panties back up after he pulls out and tugs the hem of his dress back down over his rear. Steve allows himself to lie flat now, letting Phil stroke his spine as he hums drowsily, elated at the sensation of feeling so thoroughly debauched. Although, in some ways, it's a pity that they'd made such a mess of his outfit after Phil had spent all that time working on it. Phil doesn't seem too bothered, though.

"You're really okay with this, aren't you?" Steve says, turning his head to look at his partner.

"Of course," Phil says, as though the question were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. He bends forward, kissing between the soldier's shoulder blades. "Whether it's you now, or if it were you before the serum, I think you're just as beautiful either way. And you deserve to be treated that way. So if you have anything else you want to try… don't be afraid to ask me."

Steve props himself up on an elbow at that, dragging the agent down for a kiss.

"It looks like we made a bit of a mess, though," Steve says once they part. "And after all that work…"

Phil shrugs. "It'll wash. Besides, it'll give me an excuse to try out some different cuts and patterns on you."

"You know, I'm starting to wonder if this is more of a turn on for you than it is for me," Steve says with a slow grin.

"You never asked," Phil says simply.

He hadn't. He'd assumed Phil wouldn't be into this kind of thing. But apparently Phil is very into this kind of thing. Surprising? Yes. But will you catch him complaining? No. Not one bit. Although, since he's revealed one of his own kinks, which Phil clearly approves of, he has to wonder just what sorts of kinks the agent has himself.

"Well," Phil says , rubbing the back of his neck, "you know that my office isn't soundproof…"

Oh.

He likes where this is going.