Steve goes completely still for a moment or two and stares down
down at him. Slowly, his lips stretch into a wide smile and he
wraps an arm around Jack’s shoulders, tugging him close as
his free hand moves to his hair. His fingers thread back through
his brown hair several times before he pulls away from him and
tugs him up onto his feet. Without a word, Steve pulls him into
an embrace and rests his chin on his shoulder.
The immortal closes his eyes and slides to the edge of his seat, his
forehead resting against Steve’s stomach. God, he could just say there
like that all day. Just as he’s comfortable, the blond tugs him up and into
his arms and, of course, he doesn’t object nor does he mind. “You’re in a
awfully cuddly mood.”