Steve felt Jim shudder, the warmth against his stomach even in the still-hot shower, and held on tight. He thought, maybe, he'd be able to keep it together, but then he heard Jim and it was an effort to stay standing while he lost his mind and groaned out his own release into Jim's shoulder.

Thank God for the shower wall and locked knees or Steve was not sure if--

He didn't care. He rode out the sensations, rocking softly against Jim and kissing him sweet and soft wherever he could reach, and finally tugged Jim up against him, holding him with the strength he had left, nuzzling to his jaw and cheek and shoulder with affection.

"You good?"