universal_charm | Steve Rogers x Jim Kirk

Kirk wondered if this counted as a meet cute.

Did it count when it was technically the second time you had actually met a person? Or, well, it wasn’t even the second time, per say, but it was definitely the second time where talking to the person was even a potential option. One did not just casually walk up to Captain America and start a conversation. It just wasn’t done. Like you didn’t walk up to a general and just shoot the shit.

But he had to figure that those rules loosened some when said Captain America had seen you naked, right?

Artistically, though. One of his friends had a sister who took a local art class with live models. He owed the friend, so when the little sister asked for a save because a model had cancelled - well, he couldn’t really say no, could he? He wasn’t shy about his body, and he would rather do something simple like modeling than have his friend call in something even more ridiculous or more along the lines of what one might call a ‘shenanigan’.

So, art model he became. What his friend had failed to mention (or perhaps that his sister failed to mention), was that Steve Rogers was also in the class. He had to admit he nearly lost his nerve when he spotted the tall blonde in a shirt that had no business staying in one piece across the man’s chest. But he had committed to this, and Jim Kirk did not give up and he would never live it down if it did. Which, admittedly, was the real reason he mounted the dias and took his first pose.

So yeah, Steve Rogers had seen his butt, drawn it presumably, and very nearly seen the rest of him except the teacher for the class had him demurely cover his genitals with a sheet when he had faced Steve Rogers for that half of the class. When the class was over, he’d even gotten to take a peek at some of the drawings.

Which brought him back to the moment of realizing Steve Rogers was in the room, dressed in Captain America regalia rather than the very sexy shirt and jeans combo from the class. Was he part of this project then?

Well, he might as well have fun while he could. As the group sort of mingled in the room, waiting for the briefing, Kirk shifted closer to Steve and smiled his most charming smile, keeping his voice casual and just low enough to be kept between them.

“I never knew my bottom had such cute dimples.”

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"I do like surprises - and rides from handsome men," Kirk nodded, following happily and glad to be rid of the stuffiness of the meeting rooms and halls of SHIELD. It wasn't as restrictive as his short tenure as a Navy Engineer had been, but it was a close thing. No, he definitely much preferred to be stepping out into fading light with Steve Rogers and the promise of a good time.

He shrugged off his jacket, shifting to tie it around his waist and leave him in just his white t-shirt that had been beneath it. No need to advertise his employment or be reminded of it when he was on, well, this maybe wasn't quite a date, but it was something.

"Lead the way, Captain." He chuckled. "I think I might be saying that a lot soon."

It is a little easier to relax, Steve thinks, once they're out of that room and walking toward the garage. He knows he's got a bit of a reputation, and while it can be - and often is - useful, sometimes it's almost more of a burden than a boon. Keeping up appearances has never been his strong suit, and it's nice to let that drop a little. If Kirk's going to mind... well. They're going to be working together. Hopefully he won't.

Steve grins a little over at the other, though, pulling out his keycard as they pass the guard stationed at the garage door, then swapping it for his keys as he leads them to his bike. "Maybe not as often as you think. A good leader is supposed to know when he doesn't know what the hell he's doing, and needs to rely on other people," Steve says with a grin. "Most of this is not my forte. I hope you don't mind me leaning on your expertise a little."

"Which part is not your forte?" Kirk asked, raising an eyebrow at Steve and smirking just a little. "I certainly hope the bike is your forte, cause I'm sort of putting my life in your hands here because of it."

So said, he waited for Steve to mount up and slid behind him, wrapping his arms around the captain's waist. Was it a chance to get a feel of the other man? Just a little, but he was respectful and kept his hands high, despite the fact Steve had seen all of him the day before.

That makes Steve laugh; he can't help it. "No, no - you're safe there. I meant 'outer space,' honestly. It was all science fiction as far as I was concerned - for most of my life, at least."

He does, admittedly, say outer space like someone's grandpa. So, sorry about that, Jim.

But he does not mind the other taking the opportunity to cop any sort of feel, especially when things are still a little unbalanced, one might say, between them. He might sound like a grandpa sometimes, but he is not a prude. Plus, it's just reasonable - he doesn't want his passenger to fall off.

"I'll take it easy on you," he says, with a bit of a grin in his voice, and revs the bike, getting them moving out of the garage, down the long drive, past another pair of guard stations, and onto the street.

As promised, it's not far - which is good, because they can't exactly talk on the way over. Not that silently enjoying the other's company isn't nice, too, really. But soon enough, they pull into an alley off a well-lit street that's busy, but not too busy. Most of the places are small little boutiques or eateries, but there's a bar on the corner that's not exactly a dive, but definitely isn't the kind of place that has a line out the door or a bouncer standing guard. It's got clean, classic lines, and it might be a little busy inside, but the live music is quiet and instrumental, and the patrons are all smartly dressed in essentially the same level of casual officewear favored by SHIELD.

It is a nice, quiet part of town - cute, really. Quaint might be the word. And somehow it fit with what he knew of Steve's personality. Which, granted, wasn't much, but he took painting classes with life studies so it seemed the sort of thing to do. He glanced at the eateries as they made for the bar, making a mental note of names and to check menus later. Maybe, you know if there was time after another meeting...

Kirk took in the bar, making a soft approving sound as the atmosphere settled in. He didn't necessarily recognize any faces, but he recognized the style of dress, and he wondered what it meant that Steve had taken him to a SHIELD bar. Well, he wouldn't think on it to hard. He had handsome man he was going to get drinks with, and he intended to enjoy that for all it was worth.

"A beer, if you don't mind? Second round's on me," he winked at Steve. "I'll grab us a booth."

It does seem like they'll be attending a lot of mutual meetings, and Steve can pretty much always eat. So a post-meeting meal is definitely not out of the question.

But anticipating the future is something to do later, while right now is hopefully something to enjoy. Steve offers a little salute at the request, and heads for the bar, doubling that order because a beer sounds good to him, too. He generally drinks for taste, so hopefully Kirk won't mind what Steve brings back, finding the booth easily and sliding into the seat opposite his companion, setting one glass down for each of them. "I'm not a fan of places where the music is so loud, I can't hear myself think," he admits, almost a little sheepishly, but that's one of the reasons he likes this place. There are, actually, a few bars that SHIELD personnel tend to frequent. This one is the quietest, most laid-back version Steve's been introduced to, at least.

He knows it's maybe not great, taking Kirk somewhere that is still a bit work-related. But it seems like a good first step, at least.

Kirk can appreciate a man with good taste, in beer or otherwise. He preferred a stiff drink himself, but it was early yet and he wasn't looking to get drunk on his first... whatever this was, with Steve. Slow and steady, as they say.

"No, I totally understand that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've been to head-bangers before, but there is definitely something be appreciate about a place where you can hear your own thoughts," he chuckled.

He glanced around them and back into a corner where he spied a pool table and his eyes flicked back to Steve. "Maybe we can see if you can concentrate enough to give me a challenge at pool?" he grinned.

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omg I'm so sorry I fell off the face of the earth

/dances in with starbucks so its fine

SO LATE gosh I am sorry

/screeches/ and then I am even later!!