“”Holy hell, pal,” Bucky can’t look away short of the place getting shelled. For the first time, he’s seeing Steve hard and rampant. Bucky’s teeth catch at his lower lip as his own dick twitches between them. Steve’s cock’s a nice shape, just like the rest of him. It’s thick and weighty in his palm, as Bucky works his grip crammed between them, tracing along the pretty flush running down from the blunt head with a grip that’s more confident than Steve might expect as he learns the shape of him. As he coaxes out more of those incredible groans. And unlike out there, they don’t have to be a lid on it.
Bucky’s got a secret that he’d been planning on taking to his grave. It just turns out that’s gonna be sooner than later, but still; Bucky’s keeping his mouth shut, even if the way he’s working Steve’s belt open seems a little too at ease. Too practiced. Sometimes out on the front, things got lonely out there. Sometimes a guy did things in the shadows or behind a tree that you learned to turn the other way; sure, it’s a blue ticket, but the guy next to you could be the fella who saves your life. And one of those nights, before Hydra got the 107th, Bucky caves with this other Sarge when their eyes kept meeting, and the guy jerked his head towards the outer edge of camp. Just two men with hands stuffed down the other fella’s pants, frantically, silently jerking each other off because at least it was better than your own hand.
The next morning, it might as well’ve never happened. Just an itch to scratch.
Bucky’s teeth catch at Steve’s lower lip as bits of plaster rain down on him, pumping away at the hard shaft nestled in his palm even as he’s dragged in close by the belt. Steve lifts him easily, like he’s nothing at all, and Bucky’s laugh gets cut off as it's knocked out of him as he lands in a sprawl on his back. Warm hands curl up along Steve’s shoulders, following the dip and rise of firm muscles as he lets his legs fall open and lifts his hips so he can help worm out of his fatigue, before dragging the pants clinging to Steve’s thighs. They’re both straining in thick bulges against their underwear, and Bucky moans thickly as Steve settles against him and grinds into him, and Bucky’s hands skate down Steve’s back to grip at his ass and squeeze
“Hell no, nice is the last thing I want,” Bucky shakes his head, eyes fluttering closed as he reaches down to free their cocks, tucking the bands of their underwear behind their balls and jolts upwards in a shock of hot skin against hot skin. His dick throbs hot and jerks into Steve’s as he worries at his throat and Bucky humps upwards against him in rough, hungry strokes. “I want to feel it for days. Leave me something to remember all this even if it’s weeks later.”
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Date: 2022-04-27 02:33 am (UTC)Bucky’s got a secret that he’d been planning on taking to his grave. It just turns out that’s gonna be sooner than later, but still; Bucky’s keeping his mouth shut, even if the way he’s working Steve’s belt open seems a little too at ease. Too practiced. Sometimes out on the front, things got lonely out there. Sometimes a guy did things in the shadows or behind a tree that you learned to turn the other way; sure, it’s a blue ticket, but the guy next to you could be the fella who saves your life. And one of those nights, before Hydra got the 107th, Bucky caves with this other Sarge when their eyes kept meeting, and the guy jerked his head towards the outer edge of camp. Just two men with hands stuffed down the other fella’s pants, frantically, silently jerking each other off because at least it was better than your own hand.
The next morning, it might as well’ve never happened. Just an itch to scratch.
Bucky’s teeth catch at Steve’s lower lip as bits of plaster rain down on him, pumping away at the hard shaft nestled in his palm even as he’s dragged in close by the belt. Steve lifts him easily, like he’s nothing at all, and Bucky’s laugh gets cut off as it's knocked out of him as he lands in a sprawl on his back. Warm hands curl up along Steve’s shoulders, following the dip and rise of firm muscles as he lets his legs fall open and lifts his hips so he can help worm out of his fatigue, before dragging the pants clinging to Steve’s thighs. They’re both straining in thick bulges against their underwear, and Bucky moans thickly as Steve settles against him and grinds into him, and Bucky’s hands skate down Steve’s back to grip at his ass and squeeze
“Hell no, nice is the last thing I want,” Bucky shakes his head, eyes fluttering closed as he reaches down to free their cocks, tucking the bands of their underwear behind their balls and jolts upwards in a shock of hot skin against hot skin. His dick throbs hot and jerks into Steve’s as he worries at his throat and Bucky humps upwards against him in rough, hungry strokes. “I want to feel it for days. Leave me something to remember all this even if it’s weeks later.”