PAST LIVES | ❝Past lives couldn't ever hold me down, lost love is sweeter when it's finally found. I've got the strangest feeling. This isn't our first time around❞
POST: CIVIL WAR | STEVE ROGERS
BOOK TWO IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
COVER BY: voidk...
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STEVE WOKE UP WITH A CRICK IN HIS NECK AND SOMETHING LEANING AGAINST HIM. Opening his eyes, he glanced around, wincing at the sun that was just starting to rise, peeking through the large windows in front of him. He sighed softly, trying to move his left arm which was weak, asleep and trapped at his side.
He looked over and scoffed softly to himself, tilting his head back. There, leaning on his arm, was Rhett, his legs splayed over the rest of the couch, his body trapping Steve's legs underneath him, mostly on top of him than next to, as the couch wasn't big enough to fit both of them without one falling.
"Rhett," he whispered, moving his arm slightly, "Rhett."
The man groaned, shifting and looking around, yawning, "What?"
Steve stifled a laugh. "Can I have my body back?"
Rhett paused in the middle of stretching, frowning at the words. It wasn't until he shifted that he realized the position they were in. He pushed himself up and off of Steve, continuing to stretch, sighing as his back popped.
The other man sat up and did the same, cracking his back and rubbing his face, looking around. "Well, I have to say, that was fun." He gave Rhett a lopsided smile, and the other man rolled his eyes.
"Phrase it like that, sounds like I slept with you," he coughed, grabbing the note Nicky left on the coffee table before leaning back against the couch cushions, purposefully avoiding Steve's gaze.
When the other blond man wouldn't stop trying to catch his attention, he scoffed, setting down the note and turning to look at him. "What, man, you just woke up."
Steve grinned when he looked at him and Rhett found that he was just looking into his eyes, almost transfixed as he maintained the intense eye contact. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore, glancing towards the TV.
"What?" he asked, turning away, "You reading my mind or something?" He seriously hoped not.
"Your eyes are so blue," Steve said, leaning forward, "They're familiar, I don't know how, though."
Rhett's heart stopped and he struggled to breathe, a million thoughts racing through his mind all at once. He bit his lip, looking into Steve's eyes, searching for any sign of recognition, but coming up empty.
"You say that to all the guys you crash with?" he asked, trying to make light of the conversation, pushing back Steve's shoulder lightly. The man budged only slightly, still leaned forward.
Rhett glanced at his lips briefly, only for a moment, before sliding off the couch, standing up and stiffly walking to the kitchen, leaving the other man to watch him go.
"You want bacon, I can make something," Rhett asked, already pulling out the meat to thaw, despite the two having to wait a while.
"Sure, if you'll let me stay, I have no plans," Steve replied, resting his arm on the back of the couch, head propped up lazily.
