"Oh, not a problem at all." Sam grinned. "You should mess up more often, so you can make it up to me." He grinned and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Steve's. He blinked tiredly then rested his head on Steve's chest. He was tired and well-fucked and Steve was like a radiator. "I'm gonna sleep." And he was almost immediately dozing, tucking himself up in close to Steve. "Wake me up in a little while, and we can shower," he said sleepily.