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Steve Making His Boyfriend Flustered By Wearing Tight Clothes

Requested by @Marckleorbl. I hope you like it!

It all happened one hot summer day. The couple had been dating for almost a year, and it had been great. Steve was a gentleman, treating his boyfriend with respect and kindness, which worked perfectly for Y/N, who had always been the shyer one. The two complemented each other well, enjoying places that weren't too busy and sticking to quieter, simpler things.

One Sunday, Steve woke up earlier than usual and went out for a run. After returning to the compound, he cooled down by doing several stretches, sweat dripping from his body, his workout clothes clinging to his skin. That's when Y/N walked into the room, searching for his boyfriend. It didn't take long to find him — directly catching sight of his back.

The man's face heated up, his eyes trailing over how tight the workout clothes were, the way Steve's butt stuck out perfectly from his pants, and the way his muscles stretched the limits of his shirt. Although he'd seen it all before, the sight still got to him — especially after the beach trip a few weeks back, when Steve wore that dangerously small speedo, leaving Y/N red-faced the entire day.

"H-Hey." Y/N called out, his voice soft but slightly shy.

Steve paused his stretch, turning around with a kind smile. "Morning."

He walked over to his boyfriend to give him a quick peck. But as their lips met, he felt a flinch from Y/N, and Steve raised an eyebrow, taking a guess.

"Sorry. Probably not the most handsome guy right now with all this sweat."

"I-It's alright." Y/N assured, his voice still soft. Steve studied him for a second, wondering why his boyfriend seemed even more bashful than usual.

"Was about to make breakfast. You in?"

While Steve returned to his stretches, Y/N stood off to the side, doing a terrible job of hiding how distracted he was. His eyes stayed locked on Steve's body — more focused on the way the fabric hugged every muscle than the conversation.

"Already had it. Could use one of your amazing milkshakes though." Steve replied casually, stretching his arms overhead.

He couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him. He glanced sideways, spotting Y/N staring like he'd been caught in the act.

"You alright?" Steve asked.

"Y-Yeah." Y/N answered quickly, stiff and awkward.

Steve straightened up, pausing his stretches and noticing the clear shift in energy. "You sure?"

"Y-Yeah. No worries."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Steve's voice softened, reassuring and kind. "Is someone bothering you?"

"N-No! It's not that." Y/N blurted, waving his hands slightly.

"Then what is it?" Steve tilted his head, curious but patient. "I can't help if you don't talk."

Feeling the embarrassment bubbling up, Y/N looked away. With a deep breath, he finally admitted, "I... I kinda like how you look right now..."

Steve looked down at himself, eyeing the sweat-soaked, clingy clothes for a few seconds before glancing back at his boyfriend. "Sweaty?"

"N-Not that..." Y/N mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck before finding the nerve to speak again. "You wearing... uhm... tight clothes."

"Oh." Steve glanced at his body again, the realization dawning on him. A small, playful smile curled his lips. "Like my muscles?" He flexed one arm, earning an instant blush from Y/N.