Steve shifted nervously from foot to foot, looking up and down the street again. Kas had messaged to say he would be there in twenty minutes,, so Steve glanced at his watch. Two minutes to go. He wasn't sure what they were doing today; Kas had been cryptic in his text, only asking him to dress up and wait outside by a known location - the nearest park to Steve's apartment - for him.

He'd spent ages debating with Robin if that meant something slutty or something sophisticated. Robin had settled it with, "he's fucking you, not dating you, so I doubt it's something you need to wear a suit to. Put some leggings on."

So he had stolen a pair of her pink leggings that looked like they were painted on him. She'd complained he was going to stretch them out, but he'd buy her a new pair. It was an emergency. Paired with a black tank top, they agreed it looked good.

A loud engine approaching made him look up, and he watched curiously as a motorcycle cruised down the street. He was more than a little surprised when it stopped in front of him, his heart seizing with both excitement and terror when the biker took off their helmet to reveal it was Kas.

"You're fucking kidding."

Kas laughed and patted the seat. "Hop on, Princess. We're going for a ride."

"I've never…" Steve eyed the motorcycle nervously. "I don't have a helmet."

"Good thing I have a spare." Kas produced a helmet from the top box, pulling out some clothes, too. They looked similar to the leather jacket and pants he was wearing, and suddenly, Steve felt very underdressed.

"Guess this wasn't what you had in mind then?" He asked, indicating his outfit.

"No, but it is very pretty." Kas cupped his crotch, giving him an appreciative squeeze as he leaned in to whisper, "Pink is a good color on you."

"Like a real princess," Steve laughed, cheeks burning at the touch.

"Mhmm." Kas kissed him, surprisingly sweet. "Despite how good you look, put these on while we ride. I don't want you getting hurt."

Steve traded the Tupperware he was holding for the clothes and quickly shrugged the jacket on before climbing into the pants. At least no one was around to see. They were a little big on him, but it wasn't for long, he hoped. Kas held it curiously, going to open it, but Steve grabbed his hand to stop him. "Later."

"What is it?"

"A surprise."

Kas raised an eyebrow but didn't argue. Instead, he put the Tupperware in the top box, helped Steve into his helmet, and then sat back on the bike, patting the spot behind him. "Your carriage awaits, Princess."

Steve climbed on hesitantly, wrapping his arms around Kas when he kicked the stand back, and the engine roared to life. "I don't know if-" his words cut off into a yell as Kas pulled away from the curb, and he clung on tight, heart pounding so hard in his ears that he could barely hear the engine anymore.

The fear subsided after a while when they didn't crash. Steve found the courage to look up, watching the world go by in a blur. It was very different to being in a car, adrenaline coursing through his veins as the wind whipped at his borrowed clothes. Kas handled the bike well, the ride smooth and steady as they cruised through the city faster than Steve had ever travelled. He was sure Kas was going over the speed limit but found he didn't really care. It was fun.

It was over before Steve was ready, and he slowly released his death grip from around Kas' middle when he stopped, clinging to the seat instead. Kas pulled off his helmet, shaking his hair free, and smiled at Steve. "It's safe, y'know. I promise nothing bad'll happen if you let go."

Steve did as he was told, fumbling with the helmet to get it off. The fresh air was sweet with the scent of nature. Free from the helmet, he took in their surroundings properly. They were in a wooded area, surrounded by more greenery than Steve had seen in years. "Where are we?"

"White Oak Woods. Near Sacred Hearts."

"Taking me out into the woods to kill me?"

"No," Kas laughed. He shrugged off the heavy leather jacket he was wearing to reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath. Steve loved it when he wore simple clothing, accentuating the tattoos. "Don't tempt me though. When I was in high school, everyone thought I was the leader of a satanic cult."

"Scary."

Kas walked over to grab Steve's chin and tilted his head up. "I could be if you wanted."

Fuck, if that didn't go straight to Steve's dick. His breathing hitched, caught in Kas' dark gaze as his fingers deftly undid the jacket, helping Steve out of it. He got to his feet slowly, leaning in to touch their lips together, barely a kiss but sharing air in the stillness of the moment. Kas' expression softened, hand winding into the hair at the back of Steve's neck to bring him in for a real kiss.

"Walk with me," Kas whispered against his lips, and Steve was powerless to do more than nod. They had barely cleared the tree line when Kas stopped, backing Steve up against one. "How about we make this more interesting. Did you prep?"

"Of course. I always do."

Kas smirked, fishing something from his pocket, and pressed it to Steve's chest. He took it, blushing when he realized it was a small vibrator. He looked up at Kas again, who only raised his eyebrows innocently. "Fuck it." Steve wriggled out of borrowed pants, tossing them into Kas' arms, and asked sweetly, "Take those back for me while I get ready?"

"You're killing me, sweetheart." Kas handed him some lube, too, before leaving.

As soon as he turned his back, Steve peeled the leggings down to get the damned thing inside. It wasn't that big, and by the time Kas returned, Steve was ready to go. He laughed when Kas looked at him appraisingly, snagging his hand again. "So where are we going?"

"For a walk." Kas' hand was warm against Steve's, their fingers locked tightly together as they strolled down the worn path. Steve wasn't sure what they were doing but knew it wouldn't be this easy forever. But Kas seemed content to walk in silence, finally stopping and turning so they were face to face. He smiled and pulled Steve close, pressing their foreheads together as he whispered, "Do you want to know the rules?"

"Sure."

"You can ask me five questions. Anything you want, as long as you don't ask for my name. In return, I get to play with you. If you can ask all five without ruining those leggings, I'll reward you later."

Steve's heart rate sped up instantly, curiosity and excitement coursing through his veins. "Any questions I want?"

"Except my name."

"Okay, deal." No sooner had the words left his mouth than a vibration started inside him. It wasn't strong, but it was enough to tense his body, breath catching in his throat. "Oh, shit."

"Come on baby, that's only the first setting, and this thing has ten. Better start asking before I ramp it up." Kas stole the rest of his breath in a hard kiss and, as if they had never stopped, retook his hand and started walking.

Stumbling to catch up, Steve had to take a moment to think about his questions, relieved when the vibrator turned off. He wasn't sure how far he could walk with it on, and his cock was growing harder with each passing moment. "Um, where did you grow up?"

"Shitty backward town in the middle of nowhere, Indiana. It's called Hawkins."

Steve tripped over his feet, thighs locking together when the vibrations started again, and he almost keeled over, a whine falling from his lips. When Kas stopped, Steve was left panting and his dick leaking, a definite stain on the front of the leggings. He realized dazedly he could never return them to Robin now.

"Okay?" When he nodded, Kas helped him upright but not without squeezing the outline of his cock, dragging a thumb up his shaft to circle the wet tip. "So pretty."

"You're playing dirty."

"Never said I'd play fair. Next question?"

"Parents?" He smiled when Kas looked at him in surprise. "Neglect knows neglect."

"That obvious?" They started walking again, and after a moment, Kas elaborated. "Mom died when I was little, don't remember her much. Dad's still in jail, been in and out most my life."

"Who did you live with?"

"My uncle. Best man I ever met. What about you?"

"Mmm, I had parents, but they were never around. Shit hit the fan when I refused to marry this girl they picked out for me. I want to marry someone I love, not for money."

"You told me once you came from money. Your parents in the kinda circle to arrange marriages?"

"Yeah. Once I told them I was bisexual, they cut me off. Moved to Chicago with my best friend, got a job, and here I am."

"So what you're saying is I should thank your parents for being assholes, or we never would've met?" Kas stopped to fix a strand of Steve's hair back in place. He was being remarkably sweet, and Steve was waiting for the catch. Which, of course, he got a moment later as their lips met and the vibrator buzzed to life again, his legs buckling at the sudden pleasure. Kas wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him standing, nipping his bottom lip. "Careful, Princess. Don't want you to fall."

"Asshole," Steve laughed breathlessly, grinding against Kas' thigh to get some relief. His head fell forward to rest on his shoulder so he could see his cock, covered by the thin pink material rubbing against Kas' black jean-clad thigh. "Oh, that feels good."

"Yeah, baby?" Kas rubbed his thumb over the head of Steve's cock again, the wet material sliding with enough friction to make him moan. "Next question?"

Steve could barely think, panting into Kas' cheek as he fought to remember his question. It wasn't easy with the constant barrage of pleasure, inside and out. With a whine, he wrenched his hips free and grabbed Kas' wrist. "Wait, wait, wait. I don't wanna cum yet."

"Oh, you remembered our deal?"

Nodding in response, Steve entwined their fingers again, smiling when Kas kissed his knuckles. The vibrations kicked up another notch, a strangled noise leaving his throat, and he smacked Kas' chest to make him stop, sighing in relief when he did. "Give me a minute. My brain is scrambled."

"Can you walk?" Kas guided him down the trail, letting go except for his hand as Steve regained himself.

They had to walk slowly due to the erection Steve was sporting, but he wasn't to be deterred, the next question was already on his lips. "Family?"

"Sure, I got some. My uncle, my cousin… others."

"How cryptic. What are you hiding?" Steve poked Kas in the side, delighted when he flinched away. "Oh, you're ticklish!"

"No, I'm not." Kas tried fending him off, and they stumbled, falling to the floor. Steve straddled his waist, fingers dancing across Kas' ribs, and he delighted in the breathless laughter forced from his lips. "Uncle, uncle!"

Steve relented, keeping Kas' wrists pinned to stop him from reaching for the remote to turn the advantage. His shirt had ridden up, exposing a thin sliver of his stomach and the trail of hair leading from his belly button down into his pants. Steve's breath quickened, hips inching forward to rock into Kas'.

Although still panting, Kas still managed to look smug. "Go on then, Princess, take what you want."

Well, since it was offered. Steve yanked Kas' shirt up, making him take it off completely. Spreading his hands over Kas' bare chest, Steve thumbed his nipples, grinding hard into his stomach. "Are you a rockstar then?"

Kas laughed wildly. "Yeah, I fucking was. Can you believe that?"

"I can." He dipped down, crashing their lips together. Fishing in his pocket, he found the remote, pressed it into Kas' hand, and breathed, "Do it."

He clicked the button, and Steve fumbled his pants down, barely getting his hand around himself before spilling over Kas' stomach, vision blurring as the pleasure didn't stop, Kas keeping him trapped in an endless orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he panted, letting go of his cock when his body convulsed and pressed his palms against Kas again, trying to ground himself. "Turn it off."

Kas did, looking down at his stomach as Steve took heaving breaths, trying to regain himself. When he looked up again, he was smirking. "You better figure out a way to clean your mess up."

Impulsively, Steve leaned down to lick Kas' stomach clean. It wasn't the first time he'd tasted his own cum, probably not the last either, given the shocked look of Kas' face when he sat up and smiled. "All done."

"You're something else, Princess."

"One of a kind." He stole another kiss before asking his next question, hoping to keep Kas wrong-footed so he would answer honestly. "Have you ever been in a serious relationship?"

Kas frowned, confusion giving way to something else, a distant kind of pain Steve felt he understood all too well. "No. Not one that counted, anyway. We were too fucked up for it to be considered serious, even if it lasted a while."

"Sounds familiar."

"Yeah?"

Steve kissed his chest and broke free, getting to his feet unsteadily. Kas followed him a moment later, snagging his shirt from the tree where it had been caught. Once he got it back on, Steve took his hand again, concentrating on his rings as he whispered, "I'm pretty good at choosing the wrong people. Kinda hoping this time is different."

"Me too," Kas responded softly, lifting Steve's head to press a chaste kiss to his lips. "Wanna head back? We can grab something to eat and go somewhere for the night. Or I can take you home?"

"Food sounds good."

Tired after his orgasm, Kas kept a firm grip on his hand as they walked back and settled him on the bike again. Steve rested his head on Kas' shoulder, too exhausted to be afraid when it roared to life, and the ground started to blur beneath them. He wished he could feel the cold air, let it wake him up properly, but knew Kas would never let him. So he closed his eyes and enjoyed the warmth of holding Kas instead.

He was jolted from his stupor when Kas loosened his grip to get off the bike and was surprised to find they had stopped. It was a diner off the main road, and he automatically took Kas' hands to help him down, looking around the sparse woodland curiously. "Taking the long road home?"

"Something like that. I know a motel just down the road where we can crash for the night. I'll get you home first thing in the morning, okay? But let's eat first." Kas smiled, helping him out of the helmet, and fixed his hair. "Perfect. You doing okay?" Steve nodded, rewarded with a kiss. "Come on then, Princess."

The waitress seemed to know Kas because she beamed when they walked in, hurrying over to frame his face with her hands, and she tutted. "It's been too long, Kas. You brought a friend?"

"Hey, Anne, it's good to see you too." Kas put an arm around Steve and pulled him close; his smile was almost proud, making Steve blush. "I did. And I wanted to treat him to your pancakes. Best in the city."

"Oh, you flatter me." She was blushing, too, and she quickly ushered them to a booth, fluffing up her hair as she left them to look through the menus. "Be back soon, sugar."

Steve leaned in close so they wouldn't be overheard. "Why does she call you Kas, too?"

"It's my secret identity." Kas winked and hid his face behind a menu. "What are you thinking, Princess? Honestly, everything here is divine, but I'd recommend the pancake stacks."

"Sure, pancakes. Back to the secret identity thing?"

Kas sighed, setting down the menu. "Okay, the shit I told you earlier about being a rockstar? Well, it's true. So, I used to book things under a fake name. Still do. It's easier because that way, people don't figure out who I am."

"Why?"

"Because I don't like the person I used to be. What about drinks? The milkshakes are great."

"Kas-"

"Question time is over, Princess."

Steve huffed, leaning back in his seat, annoyed. Just when he thought they were getting somewhere, the walls came back up. He had so many questions, even more after having a few answered. The more he learned about Kas, the more of a mystery he became. A fucking rockstar? Steve could believe it, but that answered nothing. What was a rockstar doing hiding in Chicago?

"Hey," He looked up at the soft prompting, eyeing Kas' proffered hand on the table. After a moment's hesitation, he sat up to take it. "Sorry. I'm not good at opening up. My past is… complicated. It's hard to let people in."

"I know a little about that."

Kas searched his face, smile almost heartbreaking with its sadness. "Yeah, I think you do."

They broke apart as Anne returned to take their orders. Steve just ordered the same as Kas. If he'd come here before, then Steve would trust his judgment. He was glad he did because the pancakes were amazing, and he was in half a mind to ask for the recipe.

"Good?" Kas prompted, so Steve nodded back, mouth too full to speak. He almost choked when the vibrator turned on, scooting along the bench slightly in shock. "How about now."

Forcing the food down, Steve said in a strained voice, "Yellow."

It immediately stopped, Kas' face filling with concern. "Does it hurt?"

"I, um," Steve laughed nervously, leaning closer to whisper, "do you have the lube? Need to freshen up."

Kas handed it over wordlessly, and with a wink, Steve took it. He headed for the other side of the diner, where a plastic sign with an arrow pointed to the toilets. Checking the stalls to ensure the place was empty first, he got to work re-lubing.

When he slid back into the booth and handed back the small bottle, he smiled and said, "Green."

Kas, who had moments ago looked upset, smiled wide like the Cheshire Cat. "Fuck, Princess, you are something else. Are you sure?"

"Yep." Steve wrapped his lips around the straw to his milkshake, looking up at Kas through his eyelashes. He forced himself not to react when the vibrator turned on and continued to drink slowly, never breaking eye contact. He was glad for the protective pants now, helping to hide his growing problem. "Are you gonna finish those pancakes?"

"Jesus Christ." Kas shook his head and stabbed at his food, still watching Steve even as he ate. "You're a menace."

"You like it."

He gave a noncommittal shrug. But Steve wanted to push him, so he got up, ignoring Kas' questioning look as he walked to the jukebox. Looking down at his options, he wondered which would rile Kas up the most. That plan went out the window when he saw Tears for Fears and quickly keyed in the corresponding number.

Humming along softly to the opening piano chords for Head Over Heels, he turned to Kas and held out his hands. Kas shook his head, glancing around the diner even though it was empty. Steve caught Anne's eye and raised his eyebrows. She got the hint and went over to Kas. Whatever she said worked because, with a heavy sigh, Kas got to his feet and reluctantly joined Steve in the middle of the floor.

"Can't believe I'm doing this," he muttered, taking Steve's hands to pull him close.

"Turn it off?"

Kas did and effortlessly led Steve in a slow circle, easier for him to move now. "This isn't my kind of music, Princess."

"But you dance to it so well." Steve laughed when he was suddenly dipped, holding onto Kas so tight that their bodies were pressed together when he was lifted back to his feet. Heart pounding, shared breaths, and eyes searching. "Full of surprises."

"Trust me, you haven't seen anything yet."

"No?" Steve wrapped his arms around Kas' neck, keeping him close. There was barely enough space to move, let alone dance, and they had adopted a slow swaying instead. This close, he could see a dusting of freckles across Kas' nose and cheekbones, barely visible under the halogen lights. He had very pretty eyes, brown and warm, that were easy to get lost in. "You're pretty."

The corner of Kas' mouth quirked slightly. "Not as pretty as you, Princess."

A blast of cold air broke them apart as a group of teenagers walked in, extinguishing the burning flame in Steve's chest. Kas let him go, walked back to their booth, and looked out the window. The song had finished.

Steve blew out a long breath and joined him. "So, what kind of music do you like?"

"Metal." He elaborated when Steve raised his eyebrows. "Metallica, Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, y'know?"

"Not really, but I'm pretty sure they're old school."

"I figured out what I liked young. Didn't see a reason to change. And you're the one who chose Tears for Fears. They're practically ancient."

"That's rude."

Kas shrugged, but he was smiling. Finally taking his eyes off the landscape, he rested his head in an open palm and watched Steve instead with half-lidded eyes. It made Steve's heart race. "Nothing wrong with knowing yourself, Princess. You seem to have a pretty good idea of your own interests."

His hand slipped under the table, and Steve only had a second to scowl at him before the vibrator started up again, and he quickly covered his mouth to muffle himself. Kas wasn't done, though, because he moved closer to the table, and a moment later, Steve felt the bottom of his boot rest lightly against his crotch. Steve had to stifle a moan when he rolled his hips forward into the firm pressure.

"Kas," It came out too pleading to be a warning. "Not here. Too many people."

A second later, the vibrator stopped, and Kas sat up. "Okay. Wanna head to the motel instead?"

Steve only nodded, trying to calm himself down as Kas got up to pay. It didn't help when Kas turned the vibrator back on, unconcernedly chatting with Anne. By the time he was done talking, Steve was worried he might cream his pants. He looked at Kas' hand dubiously, pulling on his leather jacket to hide his crotch. "I don't know if I can make it to the bike," he admitted sheepishly.

"I'll help you." Which didn't mean turning the damn thing off, apparently.

Steve limped from the diner, clutching Kas' hand, and managed a half-hearted wave at Anne as he stumbled out the door. Once outside, he let himself pant freely, glaring at Kas when he laughed.

"Almost there, Princess."

Finally, they reached the bike, and Steve gratefully climbed on. Kas eyed him appreciatively, and Steve blushed when he realized his hard cock was clearly visible, straining against his pants as he straddled the motorcycle.

"Strip. But put the jacket on. It looks good on you."

Looking around nervously, Steve fumbled off the pants so he was only in his leggings. "What if someone sees?"

"It's pretty dark, and we're parked as far away. We couldn't see the bike from inside. But we can stop if this makes you uncomfortable?" The question seemed genuine, and Kas didn't look upset.

Steve looked around again, reassured by the statement. He could barely make Kas out in the darkness. He also trusted Kas to do something if another car turned up. "Okay."

Kas smiled, and a moment later, Steve's body jolted with another vibration stronger than anything previously. He groaned when his cock hit the seat, grinding into the leather. The vibrator was pressed against his prostate, sparks of unending pleasure making his legs tremble and his cock leak profusely. The leggings were practically transparent now, and Steve grabbed himself through the fabric, pressing his cock down for friction as he rode the seat. He would lick it clean if Kas asked, but right then, he didn't care.

"Baby, you're gonna make a mess," Kas tutted, and he clicked the small remote.

Steve's eyes rolled back as the vibrations grew stronger still, no thought in his head except getting off. He was so hard it hurt, but his hands were shaking too much to do anything. A frustrated whine left his mouth, and he looked at Kas pleadingly, his vision blurred with tears. "P-please."

Expression softening, Kas moved closer, and his fingers closed over Steve's chin, lifting his face to angle it towards the light. "You look so pretty when you cry," he murmured. "Do you need some help?" He forced Steve to nod. "Good boy."

Before Steve could ask, Kas was kneeling in front of him. He shuddered as the leggings were peeled back, the cool air like an ice blast against his heated skin, but it was quickly replaced by the heaven that was Kas' mouth, soft and warm. "Fuck," Steve breathed, squeezing his eyes shut, and it took all of his focus not to cum immediately. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Hurry up. Gonna cum so fast."

Kas pulled off and smiled up at him. "That's okay, Princess. Don't hold back." He licked a strip up Steve's shaft, tongue piercing making him shudder before sucking on the head.

The feeling of the small metal ball teasing his slit was enough to make Steve moan, too loud for outside, but he didn't care, it felt so fucking good. Head falling back, Steve lost himself in the familiar pleasure of a blow job but the new sensations that only Kas could bring with his talented mouth and piercing. It didn't take long before he was teetering on the edge of orgasm, and he wound a hand through Kas' curls, tugging to get him off.

"Gonna cum," he panted, looking down imploringly, but the sight of Kas' perfect lips around him was too much. He came with a strangled moan as Kas looked up, holding his gaze as he swallowed it all and only stopped when Steve whined, leg kicking out reflexively.

Kas released him, wiping his mouth as he stood up and stopped the vibrator. He helped Steve sort his pants, getting the protective leather on too. "Okay?"

"Okay?" Steve laughed and kissed him quickly. "It's fucking insane how much you make me cum."

Kas only smirked, pulling on his helmet and helped Steve into the other. "You deserve it, Pri. Hold on tight, okay? I know you're tired, but stay awake ten more minutes, please."

Nodding, Steve did as he was told and held onto Kas with as much strength as he could manage. It was hard, but he kept his eyes open for the entire ride, sagging in relief when Kas pulled up outside a motel. He dozed off in the five minutes it took Kas to get the keys, confused and guilty when he was jolted awake. "Sorry."

"It's fine. We're here now. Come on, up you get." Kas helped him into the small room and onto the bed. Steve stretched out with a sigh, ready to fall asleep immediately, but whined when Kas started pulling his pants down. "I can't, Kas. Jerk off or something if you're horny."

"No, baby, I'm trying to get you comfortable. Can't be sleeping in these. Lift your hips."

Steve did as he was told, sinking back on the slightly lumpy bed bare from the waist down. A moment later, he was guided to sit so his top could be removed, too. Completely naked, he flopped down and sighed deeply. "Is that it? Can I sleep?"

"Yes."

Like a switch, he was out.

Steve woke sometime later, returning to consciousness too fast in the dark confusion. He couldn't remember where he was, panicking at being somewhere other than home. But when he heard deep breathing beside him and looked around to see it was Kas, he remembered.

There was only a small amount of light filtering through the curtains, bathing the room a dull orange color. He was fascinated with how it played across Kas' hair, spread across the pillow, and reached out to run it through his fingers gently. He froze when Kas shifted, but he didn't wake up, only curled into himself more. Steve let him go, not wanting to wake him unnecessarily.

A pile of clothes at the foot of the bed caught his attention, his own, Steve realized, which meant - he pulled the covers up to check - yep, he was naked. He barely remembered undressing, let alone coming to the motel. Was Kas naked? A quick check told him, no, Kas was still wearing underwear.

Trying not to stare, Steve got out of bed and looked around the small room. Bed, wardrobe, bathroom, and door. He couldn't turn the TV on; that was just plain rude. But maybe he could freshen up in the bathroom or at least wash his pants a bit.

His face burned when he saw the vibrator sitting innocently by the sink, rings beside it, realizing Kas had removed it after he'd passed out. Steve rationalized it as evidence Kas cared about him. Or, at the very least, his body.

The shower was mercifully quiet, and it felt like heaven under the warm spray. Despite the size of the room, the motel seemed decent because there were small bottles of products sitting unopened on the side, not that he used the shampoo and conditioner. He had his own routine and wasn't about to ruin it with some cheap stuff. The body wash, however, was fair game.

Freshly showered, Steve returned to the bedroom to find Kas still sleeping. He had rolled over at some point onto his front, so Steve sat beside him carefully to get a look at his back tattoos, mainly the large bat wings across his shoulders and a shattered sword that ran the length of his spine.

Steve touched one of the wings gently, tracing the skeletal frame across one of Kas' shoulder blades to where it ended by his ribs, which was a mistake. Kas startled awake with a snort, and Steve flinched back. It took Kas a moment to reorientate, turning over to look at Steve in confusion. "Sorry. Forgot you were ticklish."

"Ugh, not a morning person, Princess. Especially when it's the weekend."

"How can I make it up to you?"

Kas sighed, covering his face with one arm, and when he spoke, his voice was muffled but definitely still sleepy. "Come back to bed."

Not needing to be told twice, Steve ditched the towel and crawled under the covers. Taking advantage of his raised arm, Steve snuggled in close and rested his head on Kas' chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as his fingers traced the spider above his collarbone. "Scary."

"Mhmm." Kas draped his arm around Steve like a warm blanket. "Sleep."

Steve slept.

The next time he woke up, Kas was awake too and had apparently been so for a while. Steve woke to the feeling of fingers combing through his hair, which had mostly dried. It was nice, and he didn't want Kas to stop, so he only stretched, keeping his head where it was. "Awake this time?" He mumbled into Kas' chest, eyes fluttering shut when Kas scratched his scalp.

"You mean, is it a decent hour?"

"What time is it?"

"Almost eight." Kas sighed, fingers stilling. "I need to go soon. Gotta get home. But first, how are you feeling?"

"M'fine."

"And here?" Kas' hand trailed down Steve's back, coming to rest on his ass, and he squeezed one cheek softly, making Steve's blush return in full force. Kas chuckled, probably feeling the heat against his chest.

"Good. Thank you." Trying to save face, he got up on his elbows and kissed Kas. It worked, his hand resting on Steve's lower back instead to keep him close. Not that Steve was going anywhere. He was quite happy to stay there kissing Kas. It wasn't a bad way to wake up at all. "You stayed the night," he murmured in realization.

"I did."

"Is this gonna become a regular thing?"

"Sure, if we get to do this every time."

Steve laughed as he was rolled onto his back, and Kas kneeled between his legs. There was something soft about his smile in the filtered morning light, and it made Steve's heart race, pulse dancing to a song he hadn't heard in a long time. He wasn't supposed to do this. The thought doused the warm feeling in his chest so fast that he shivered.

"Cold?" Kas got closer, lips brushing under Steve's jaw to pause by his ear. "I can help warm you up, but we gotta be quick. Or coffee?"

"Coffee sounds nice."

"Okay." Kas kissed him hard before jumping up, and he started to pull on his clothes. "There's a machine down by reception. Give me five minutes. Sugar? Cream?"

"Both."

Kas was out the door moments later, leaving Steve alone and confused. The feeling lingered in his chest like a ghost as he dressed. Attraction, sure, he was attracted to Kas, no doubt about that. But love? Steve flinched before he could stop himself. It wasn't love. He refused to let it become love.

So when Kas returned with his coffee and a kiss, Steve smiled and tried to ignore the now stifling feeling in his chest. It was a losing battle because surprise at seeing Kas holding his Tupperware knocked it away.

"Hungry?"

"They might not be as good anymore."

Kas opened the Tupperware, surprise giving way to delight. "Oh, where did you get these?" He sniffed, eyes closing in apparent bliss. "Smells amazing."

"I made them." Steve picked up one of the strudels and held it out for Kas to try. He leaned in to take a bite, moaning around the mouthful, and it made Steve smile, pleased. "Good?"

"So fucking good. You made them?"

"Yep."

"Amazing." He finished the pastry, stealing a kiss from Steve. "Who knew you were such a fantastic baker?"

"Everyone who actually knows me."

Kas nodded, starting on a second one. "You know, they taste kinda familiar. There's someone else I know who can bake really well, and these are just as good as his."

Irrationally, Steve felt jealous, and he wanted to snatch the container away. His baking was something he prided himself on, and knowing Kas had someone else who was 'just as good' to bake for him was irritating. "Maybe you should get him to make you some and compare."

He didn't hide it well. Kas raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the half-eaten pastry in his hand and then back at Steve. A slow smirk spread across his face, and he dropped it back in the Tupperware, leaning closer to Steve. "Come on, Princess, you don't think I'm cheating on my favorite baker?"

"You better be talking about me."

"Maybe. You should bring me more samples so I can make a proper decision."

"Any requests?"

"Hmm… brownies."

Steve laughed, picking up the half-eaten strudel and finished it off. "Lucky for you, I make a mean brownie. It's a deal." He sealed the words with a kiss, locking his arms around Kas' neck when he tried to pull back. "Are you sure you don't want anything before we go? I can blow you or something?"

Kas shook his head. "No. I got what I wanted. more than that, actually." And he held up the Tupperware. "Finish your coffee, Princess, and I'll take you home."

The ride back was less enjoyable, knowing it was the final one and cold with the morning air. Steve was stiff by the time Kas pulled up outside the park and not looking forward to the further ten minutes he had to walk. Still, he slid from the bike and handed back the gear.

"See you in two weeks, I guess."

Kas rolled his eyes, removing his helmet, too, and beckoned Steve in. When he was close enough, Kas fisted his shirt and yanked him in for one last kiss. "Keep the jacket. It's cold, and get home safe, okay?"

"Yeah. You too." Steve smiled, leaning in for one last lingering kiss. "Text me when you get home?"

"Sure thing, Princess."

Steve helped him back into the helmet and then stepped back to watch him leave. Once the sound of the engine faded, he began the long walk home, grateful for the jacket.

Robin took one look at him and burst out laughing. "Look at you! Very rock and roll."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."

"No, it's a good look. Maybe you're on to something." Robin snatched the jacket when Steve threw it to her, and she put it on, doing a twirl for him. "Verdict?"

"Looks better on me."

"You wish." She stuck her tongue out and began searching the pockets.

"Rob, come on, don't be nosy." He groaned when she fished out a piece of paper, waving it victoriously. "I hope that's a shopping list."

"It's for you, Princess."

Steve snatched the paper away to see it was indeed addressed to him. Catching Robin's eye, he smirked and put it in his pocket. "Classified."

"Ugh, you're the worst."

He didn't get a chance to read the note until that afternoon when Robin had left for another date with Chrissy in a giddy mood and all dressed up. As much as Steve loathed to admit it, he was jealous. Jealous of the surety the two had, which was saying something for Robin. But she had fallen head over heels for Chris, and they did make a cute couple.

Maybe one day, he could introduce Kas to them. Steve snorted at the thought. It reminded him of the note, though, and he finally got to read it.

'See you soon, Princess.

For the record, you're the better baker.

- Kas x'

Yeah, maybe one day.