The hand on Chris's hip moved down, forced its way inside. Blonsky curled his fingers around him beneath the layers. He stroked him, teasing him against the restrictions.

"It'd be so easy too. No one around to hear us. You want it almost as much as I do..."

His own breathing had deepened, heartbeat practically pounding in his ears and a rush of adrenaline raced through him. He allowed it, even welcomed it.

"On your knees, Chris." The command was abrupt, the tug at sweat-soaked hair insistent. Blonsky suddenly stepped back, practically pulled Chris with him, as his hand abandoned Chris's obvious needs to undo his own jeans.