As Steve's partner you always had to see him arrive with some bump, scratch or injury. Today at night you waited for him, until he arrived with heavy steps, it turned out that he was wet with his suit stuck to him, somewhat weak because of how tired and sore he was. You woke up and helped him change his clothes, where later in bed you began to massage him, straddling his lap. "Keep it up..." He moaned in a whisper with his hands on your hips.