Oh no, nothing more than that. Watching two super soldiers tussle is like a regular boxing match otherwise.

[He tucked himself in against Jack to absorb that body heat that radiated off of the younger man. His hands moved higher on the skin of Jack's back, stroking lovingly as they stood there in the relative quiet of the break room.

He was keenly aware of the extra bump on Jack's finger that rested here and there against his skin. It sent a shiver down his spine that he had done this. It wasn't spur of the moment by any means, but it was still a big risk.]

I like to think I've calmed a bit in my old age, Jack. So, if you'll take something small, that means that you still accept my proposal, yes?