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brooklyn_boy The strange thing was that Steve had never really been alone before. The closest he got was in DC with the small apartment and the ghosts of the past he kept close to him at all times. But even then, he had the Avengers. He had constant contact with Tony and the rest of the team. Missions to keep him occupied so that the moments with just his record player and books felt like a break more than stifling isolation. But now, after all that had happened?
Now he truly felt alone.
Europe had the unique ability to move forward in time while preserving the past in small isolated bubbles. Steve slipped into England at nightfall and trusted his new beard and darker hair to stop instant recognition from getting him arrested. He was a fugitive, after all. The only place he was truly safe now was Wakanda and he'd fled from that protection as soon as he could.
It wasn't ingratitude that had him running. It wasn't duty either although he used that as a convenient excuse. It was that ever since Bucky closed his eyes in the cryotube, Steve had felt an ache of loneliness open up inside of him and for the first time since waking up in the 21st century, he couldn't figure out how to handle it.
The feeling was unfair to Nat and Sam. Both of them were around more than they weren't and were there for him in a way that was complicated and profound. They both had turned their back on so much to stand at his side. But Nat had her own missions to disappear on and Sam had a family he couldn't reach that tore him up inside. And Steve? The only family he'd ever known here was once more locked away. Close enough to touch and yet still inaccessible. Failed yet again by Steve who tried so hard to protect his best friend and came up short.
Too slow to grab his hand. Too late to save his mind. Too weak to keep him safe. Forever destined, it seemed, to say goodbye and be left behind.
To be alone.
And so he ran. He ran back to one of those bubbles in time that England had. A bar made, destroyed, and then rebuilt on the same ground like a phoenix rising. The place where he and Bucky had drank a beer and started their journey into the war. Where Bucky had looked at a six-foot man brimming with muscles and had seen a little guy from Brooklyn where he'd always been. And where Steve had gone back to mourn that first time he'd lost Bucky two days before he died himself.
Steve wasn't sure why he needed to be there. He just did. At this time of day it was closed and dark which fit his mood well enough. Nat had taught him how to get into such places unseen and when he did, the past pushed against him like a too-tight hug. It was comforting and suffocating all at the same time and the choked out sob bubbled up before he could stop it. He wanted to go <i>back</i>. Back to the war when things were so much simpler. Back to the days when he knew who he was and what role he had to play. Back when he had Bucky and wasn't so <i>alone</i>, even in a crowd.
He walked to the counter and it was new and not when his hands fell on it. It looked the same as where he and Bucky sat. New wood made with old designs; the attempt to make things the way they'd always been and getting as close as you could while still falling short. His nails scratched against the wood as they curled into fists, body bowing over the spot like he were praying. Perhaps he was. For what though, he couldn't say.
Steve's head lifted up and red eyes looked at the bar, desperate for a drink. There was a row of items there from the time the bar was destroyed. Trinkets and antiques left behind after the bombings and the bloodshed. Steve walked behind and let his fingertips brush over them, remembering when they had been new. Mugs. Buttons. Medals. And there, at the end, something different. Something brighter than the rest. Something old and new at the same time that called him back in a way he couldn't explain.
Steve reached for it, unsure of what it was or why it seemed so important. But it did. And as his fingertips stroked over it, the burst of nostalgia that came over him was enough to bring him to his knees. Like he was touching the past. Bridging the gap.
If only such a thing could be done...
Now he truly felt alone.
Europe had the unique ability to move forward in time while preserving the past in small isolated bubbles. Steve slipped into England at nightfall and trusted his new beard and darker hair to stop instant recognition from getting him arrested. He was a fugitive, after all. The only place he was truly safe now was Wakanda and he'd fled from that protection as soon as he could.
It wasn't ingratitude that had him running. It wasn't duty either although he used that as a convenient excuse. It was that ever since Bucky closed his eyes in the cryotube, Steve had felt an ache of loneliness open up inside of him and for the first time since waking up in the 21st century, he couldn't figure out how to handle it.
The feeling was unfair to Nat and Sam. Both of them were around more than they weren't and were there for him in a way that was complicated and profound. They both had turned their back on so much to stand at his side. But Nat had her own missions to disappear on and Sam had a family he couldn't reach that tore him up inside. And Steve? The only family he'd ever known here was once more locked away. Close enough to touch and yet still inaccessible. Failed yet again by Steve who tried so hard to protect his best friend and came up short.
Too slow to grab his hand. Too late to save his mind. Too weak to keep him safe. Forever destined, it seemed, to say goodbye and be left behind.
To be alone.
And so he ran. He ran back to one of those bubbles in time that England had. A bar made, destroyed, and then rebuilt on the same ground like a phoenix rising. The place where he and Bucky had drank a beer and started their journey into the war. Where Bucky had looked at a six-foot man brimming with muscles and had seen a little guy from Brooklyn where he'd always been. And where Steve had gone back to mourn that first time he'd lost Bucky two days before he died himself.
Steve wasn't sure why he needed to be there. He just did. At this time of day it was closed and dark which fit his mood well enough. Nat had taught him how to get into such places unseen and when he did, the past pushed against him like a too-tight hug. It was comforting and suffocating all at the same time and the choked out sob bubbled up before he could stop it. He wanted to go <i>back</i>. Back to the war when things were so much simpler. Back to the days when he knew who he was and what role he had to play. Back when he had Bucky and wasn't so <i>alone</i>, even in a crowd.
He walked to the counter and it was new and not when his hands fell on it. It looked the same as where he and Bucky sat. New wood made with old designs; the attempt to make things the way they'd always been and getting as close as you could while still falling short. His nails scratched against the wood as they curled into fists, body bowing over the spot like he were praying. Perhaps he was. For what though, he couldn't say.
Steve's head lifted up and red eyes looked at the bar, desperate for a drink. There was a row of items there from the time the bar was destroyed. Trinkets and antiques left behind after the bombings and the bloodshed. Steve walked behind and let his fingertips brush over them, remembering when they had been new. Mugs. Buttons. Medals. And there, at the end, something different. Something brighter than the rest. Something old and new at the same time that called him back in a way he couldn't explain.
Steve reached for it, unsure of what it was or why it seemed so important. But it did. And as his fingertips stroked over it, the burst of nostalgia that came over him was enough to bring him to his knees. Like he was touching the past. Bridging the gap.
If only such a thing could be done...
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Date: 2022-04-22 04:55 am (UTC)But here it is. Steve watches Bucky's eyes drift to his lips and he can read the other's thoughts like they are neon signs. Or maybe it's just that they're having the same thoughts and that fact is so painfully obvious, no telepathy is even needed.
"I'm nothing..." His voice is small as he closes that last inch by pressing their foreheads together. "I've been a ghost without you, Buck. I...I need you. I always have. I always will..."
Steve's head cocks to the side and his nose bumps against Bucky's. He practically nuzzles in a millimeter at a time, hands shaking just a bit from restrained need, not fear. There's nothing to fear, here. For the first time in too long Steve feels secure. He inhales deep, cherishing it. The two of them are close enough that they are sharing air.
He can taste Bucky's last drink on his breath.
"I need you."
Steve's lips bump against Bucky's as he speaks and words are so inadequate. So meaningless now that he has Bucky's arms around his neck and his lips a hairsbreadth away.
"I..."
Who needs them?
Steve presses in, finally. He kisses Bucky harder than he means to, already starving for it from the start. His arms wrap tight around Bucky's waist and pull him flush. The heat at every point of contact is searing.
Steve hopes he has burns and scars from each one.
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Date: 2022-04-23 05:22 am (UTC)Bucky trails off, because judging from the dawning shock on his face, finally, finally, gets it when Steve says he needs him. That maybe Bucky’s not the only one who might’ve had it bad: here Bucky had figured Steve was all in for the birds, just had bad luck, but they’re so, so close that Bucky’s nose flares and his eyes darken as he inhales Steve’s scent and his arms tighten around his neck as Steve’s nuzzles light as a butterfly’s caress against him.
It’s not the way a guy might look if he was just looking to scratch an itch and move on. Bucky’s heart flips. A sound squeezes out from his chest is low and shaky wanting; Steve wants him in a way Bucky only ever dreamed about. This has to be a fever dream. It’s gotta be. Thing is, Bucky wants it so badly, he’ll even take just a dream while he’s got a chance. Bucky’s face turns towards Steve softly, lashes lowered as he looks down at Steve’s mouth so close that his own lips just barely brush against it in a brush that sends hunger twining down his nerves. Bucky’s fingers splay over the nape of Steve’s neck, firm, holding him close.
“Steve, I -”
Bucky’s not even sure where he’s going with it, when the yearning is so tight and fierce in his chest that he can’t think straight when Steve’s this close, and when their lips tease against each other.
Steve’s the one to break, to leap into the fray like he always does.
Bucky gasps, a sharp, shocked sound muffled when Steve’s lips crash into his. It’s no soft kiss, easy or exploring. It’s bruising, hungry, and hard that Bucky’s toes curl in his boots as he groans thickly as arousal lances through him so fiercely that he jolts against Steve at the scratch of Steve’s beard and the soft touch of lips that’ve always looked a shade too generous for a guy.
Bucky’s arms tighten fiercely around Steve’s shoulders, as Bucky stumbles them back into the cabinet behind Steve just so he can savor the way they fit together like the missing pieces of a puzzle, and kisses him back like a drowning man finally offered water. His fingers slide through Steve’s hair, mussing up the back as he groans into the kiss with a muffled sound that might be a prayer and Steve’s name folded into one.
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Date: 2022-04-23 04:30 pm (UTC)It gives a dangerous groaning noise as Steve uses more strength than is wise to shove Bucky against it. As long as it holds he doesn't care. He barely even notices the plaster that cracks off through the haze of desperate need. All he cares about is the feel of Bucky's lips beneath his own and the hard body that Steve knows as well as his own but somehow still has new and exciting things to discover.
Like how their hips are about the same height, now. How pushing forward lights up Steve's entire body with pleasure. And how, with a man, you can use that contact to gauge progress. Interest. Steve is getting harder himself and it's enough to make him light-headed to not be the only one.
He breaks to breathe but only barely and even then his mouth is biting and kissing against Bucky's throat. Part of Steve is worried if he stops then they both might realize this is a mistake. So stopping just can't happen. Thinking can barely happen. Each time his mind drifts it's to notice the familiar scent of Bucky's wartime pomade or the feel of cheaper uniform fabric.
He crushes their lips back together and scratches at Bucky's shirt to try and get underneath it. If it rips open then so be it.
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Date: 2022-04-24 07:55 pm (UTC)The sound that gets dragged outta Bucky as Steve covers his body and his shoulder-blades smart from the impact is shamefully filthy and wanting. It’s like a dam’s broke: no doll’s ever handled him like this. The blood’s practically running downwards right for his dick as Buck gasps for the air that was knocked out of him, and jerks right against the hips slotted against his. Bucky’s always been so careful with his girls, but now here’s Steve, and neither of them gotta treat each other like dance.
Bucky’s head falls back to knock against the cracked wall, eyes fluttering shut as Steve’s beard scratches at his throat, as Steve nips and kisses against a pulse thrumming harder underneath. Plaster peppers the ground below them, peppers his boots as Steve scrabbles at Bucky’s shirt; it ends up ripped open and Bucky swears harshly under his breath as his hips snap up to grind against the hardening shaft tucked away in Steve’s jeans, and he curls his leg up to dig his heel into Steve’s lower back.
There’s too much between them. Bucky’s squirms gracelessly out of his shirt, skin prickling against the cold air and the furnace of Steve’s hard form pressed against his as Bucky’s hands claw through Steve’s hair and mess it up completely; here he didn’t even have the energy to jerk himself off even when he had some privacy - just didn’t seem worth the effort - but all it takes is Steve’s lips and he’s revved up like he’s making up for lost time.
Bucky claws at Steve’s clothes, at the bulky jacket that he fumbles clumsily off Steve just so he can slide his hands up the hard planes of Steve’s stomach, fingernails dragging against smooth skin as their lips crash together once again and Bucky, without a second thought, slides his tongue hot and insistent past those perfect lips as his hips move like they got a mind of their own. Instinct has him rock from the wall against Steve’s fly, desperate for more friction as his own dick quickly gets with the program.
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Date: 2022-04-25 03:52 am (UTC)But first...this.
The heel to his back is a surprise but a good one. Steve presses closer to make sure he's supporting Bucky's weight if needed. But then there is a tongue in his mouth and that's a sort of kiss he's seen and never experienced. It had seemed odd and uncomfortable, before. But it's not. Fuck, it's not.
Steve is tingling from the intimacy of it and battles Bucky's tongue with his own. When Bucky grinds his dick against his, Steve has to break off the kiss to cry out a moan. It's good. So good. Without thought he drops his hands to Bucky's belt and frantically starts pawing at it, pulling it open however he can. Before he can slide it free though, he uses it like a lasso to drag their hips flush and secure it there as he nips Bucky's bottom lip and finally breaks away to breathe.
Steve's eyes are pitch black as he stares at his friend. He can feel his pulse in his cock as it presses against Bucky's. There's no misunderstanding, here. No way to pass this off as something other than what it is.
Steve is amazed to realize he doesn't even want to.
"Buck," he breathes. "Bucky." Steve kisses him softer for a moment but deepens it before he really pulls away.
He's yet to loosen the belt grip even a little.
"You better be sure about this, pal. If you're not, this is your chance to walk away. No hard feelings. Otherwise, I don't feel like I'll ever be able to stop touching you again. Not now that I know what it's like.
"Better than I could even imagine..."
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Date: 2022-04-26 03:11 am (UTC)Kissing Steve’s nothing like kissing one of his girls. It’s not a nice kiss. Not one of those gentle searching ones you might have with a doll, tucked away in a car at the end of a nice date. Back when he used to go on that kinda thing, Bucky was always a gentleman; he just wasn’t one of those guys who pushed things too much or too fast or raced to get his rocks off first. That also meant taking his time - however long it took - to get a bird’s motor running. This is none of that.
Maybe because neither of them need it when it’s like a dam’s burst. Maybe because this is so different from anything Bucky’s had before that it feels like his head’s spinning. This kiss is bruising and fierce and desperate on Bucky’s end, especially when Steve groans and welcomes him inside, his tongue sliding hot and damp against his that’s got Bucky’s cock practically lurching against his fly. Steve’s cock throbs against his even through the layers between them, the hardening bulge brushing against his own that’s got Bucky choking on a startled, wanting sound. Sure, they’ve seen each other naked. But he’s never seen Steve hard, and now? Now he’s dying to.
Steve suddenly pulls back, chest heaving on a groan that Bucky echoes. Blunt fingernails scrape dull tracks along Steve’s scalp as Bucky sinks his grip into Steve’s hair. It leaves Bucky breathing hard and thickly against the corner of Steve’s mouth as he can’t help but chase after the friction while Steve figures out for them how belts work again. Unhelpfully, Bucky tries to worm out of it, but it mostly ends up with him rocking along Steve’s length like a world class call girl might.
By the time Steve gets the belt trapping him against him like a promise and an order that has Bucky's shaft straining, fully hard and trapped as he chases after Steve’s lips with little sucks and kisses as if to snatch one more taste, then another and another for himself as he struggles to get Steve’s shirt up and over his head, and tossed to some corner.
God, look at him. Steve looks amazing like this; flushed and eyes dark with arousal, perfect muscles tapered down to a perfect waist. Bucky looks down between them, at the sight of their straining cocks, trapped and ground against each other, even as he squirms to try and greedily get more and more.
“Don’t. Don’t be all polite or nice. Just let me have this before I have to go back,” Bucky groans, and buries his face in Steve’s throat.
Because he’s also a little yellow-bellied and he’ll never have this with his Steve. That means taking whatever he can here, while he can, before the War gets him.
“Let me have this, please.” Bucky whispers and he’s licking his way past Steve’s lips as he works at Steve’s belt, tossing it aside before he squeezes his hand down between them to jam his hand gracelessly underneath Steve’s waistband. Calloused hands find the length there, velvety but shockingly hard, familiar and unfamiliar as Bucky pumps at him.
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Date: 2022-04-26 06:28 pm (UTC)Bucky's hips writhe against his as Steve's working off his clothes. That alone has Steve hissing in pleasure and ready to rip their remaining layers off. But then Bucky begs him for this. His hands go to his belt and there is something expert about how he gets it open and slides inside. Steve might have questions but the ability to think is completely robbed by Bucky's hand on his cock, stroking him in the close confines.
"Oh...oh, Buck," he gasps, heaving air in as though his asthma is coming back. His hands release the belt in order to press into the wall for stability. He claws against it, hands curling and uncurling as he trembles at the touch. Steve presses their foreheads together and lets out a broken moan as those familiar callouses stroke against him. But it's not enough. None of it will ever be enough.
The plaster around his hands cracks into spiderwebs with just a little too much force and Steve takes that as proof they need to move.
It's difficult but Steve moves back and considers his next move with all three of the braincells he still has online. Finally, he grabs onto that belt once more and reels Bucky in close. This time, however, it's not to hold him there. He just needs Bucky within grabbing distance so he can lift the man up and practically toss him onto the nearby couch.
"Don't want polite or nice?"
Steve slides his hands up Bucky's legs before going for his fly and practically ripping the clothes off him. Both of them just in underwear now, Steve climbs on top and lines themselves up as best he can before grinding in closer. His mouth finds Bucky's neck and bites lightly against it, trailing them from pulse to bottom lip.
"Show me how you want it, Buck."
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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.”
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Date: 2022-04-27 03:37 am (UTC)"Keep talkin' about leaving and I'll let you finish in the bathroom," he warns in a tone that's aiming for a tease but has an edge a bit too raw to manage it. Still, he isn't going to let that ruin the moment. Not when he has Bucky hard and throbbing against him. Steve bends and sucks a mark high on Bucky's neck as he releases his grip in order to stroke them both instead. The combination of another cock against his own and the friction of his hand is enough to make him feel blinded.
"Jesus Christ," he hisses. With one free hand he all but fists it into Bucky's hair and pulls their lips together. The kiss is brutal and starving just as the first one had been. Steve is somewhere between trying to bite those lips and soothing the abuse with his tongue. The whole time his hand makes up for the inexpert, instinctual movements of his hips. Steve strokes them smoothly and firmly and without any rush despite how his body screams for it.
"Bucky," he says in prayer. His own cock twitches hard and leaks from the tip. Steve uses it as he keeps going. His body starts to tremble with the force of his restraint and the feelings of everything building up.
He wants more but doesn't want this to end. It's an impossible intersection of desires.
"You better give me some marks too," he finally is able to say, voice trembling from more than just pleasure. "I want you burned into every inch of me..."
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Date: 2022-04-28 04:16 am (UTC)The sound that gets poured into Steve’s mouth is shameful: scalp smarting under Steve’s grip, Bucky’s body rocks upwards in a hungry, greedy arc that nearly knocks Steve’s hand off them both as he presses for more and more. Bucky practically ravages Steve’s mouth, leaving him aching for more and hell, just plain aching as the couch creaks under them as he sucks on Steve’s tongue.
Even as Bucky tries to hump into his grip for more, Steve’s the one setting the pace. This is how we’re gonna do it, that grip says, and he shudders under him with arousal as his shaft slides along Steve’s.
Bucky doesn’t even wait for Steve to finish. Damp kisses get mouthed up along the curve of Steve’s shoulder before teeth sink into his skin hard enough even to leave Steve bruised for hours. Days if he’s lucky. Bucky’s nails drag dull red tracks up Steve’s back - following on either side of his spine to grip at his hair and tilt Steve’s head forcefully to the side, so he can bit and nip and suck bruises like a treasure trail up along the beat of his pulse.
Teeth catch at an earlobe as his other hand squeezes around Steve’s knuckles, catching at the tips of their cocks.
“No neighbors or paper thin walls, no grunts breathing down our necks,” Bucky breathes against the shell of his ear. “Feels a little like the sky’s the limits, huh, Steve?”
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Date: 2022-04-28 04:59 pm (UTC)But he does. And he decides that even their underwear pulled down is too much. So Steve stands and rips his own off to fling elsewhere. Before Bucky can respond, Steve tears his off as well and grabs his hand to lead him off.
There's one room with one dusty bed. Steve is aiming for it but doesn't quite get out of the living room. He makes it as far as the doorframe before pushing Bucky into it and kissing him like a diver just coming up for air. His own nails scratch at Bucky's waist as Steve tries to draw him impossibly closer.
The pressure he's putting on him is enough to have the frame crack and more plaster splinter to the floor. Steve growls and uses his hold to drag Bucky forward as he goes backwards toward the bed.
It's a brass thing that looks too weak for what he has planned. Steve pulls the dusty top cover off and turns them so he can push Bucky onto his back once more. The perfect position to slide up his body and start applying bites to his legs and inner thighs.
Steve sucks a mark right at the thin skin connecting leg to groin before moving to the other side. Letting his lips and breath dance over Bucky's erection but not actually touch.
"If we had slick, you have no idea the kind of things I'd do to you," he promises darkly. It's mostly hot air since Steve is flying on instinct and lust here, but the enthusiasm is real.
"You have no idea what I'd let you do to me..."
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Date: 2022-04-29 03:33 am (UTC)Bucky’s hands join Steve’s as he helps drag their underwear off. Their cocks bob free, swollen and full. He’s pretty sure he leaves scratches on Steve’s thighs too in the process. And seeing the red marks starting to darken, he’s not all that sorry either. It’s a good look on him. Bucky’s barely got time to kick his own when Steve’s dragging him up, and Bucky follows like he always has ever since the schoolyard where he dragged those bullies off a skinny blond twerp.
The door-frame groans under them as wood threatens to splinter under them. It’s hard to give a damn when Steve groans against the corner of his lips, and Bucky laves his tongue along the arc of his cheekbone. His cock throbs as nails find his waist, a tiny clear bead well up as he rocks against him while he can. This way, Bucky stumbles them back, hands roaming along Steve’s strong flank up to skim over his abs, where the heel of his palm skims over tawny nipples set over firm pecs.
Bucky lands heavily on Steve with a laugh caught between a groan as Steve shoves him onto his back and his legs spread to welcome him there like Steve’s coming home. It’s when Steve starts making his way downwards that Bucky’s breath catches all over again, his left hand burying itself in Steve’s hair as teeth nip at his inner thighs. Bucky’s other hand flies right down to his cock, circling around the flushed shaft to give himself a needy pump as he watches wide-eyed.
God. Steve looks so fucking sinful down there. Bucky whimpers out a breathy sounds as Steve sucks at the delicate skin between his thigh and crotch, only to leave a matching one like a work of art.
“Holy hell, Steve. Jesus, the mouth on you. Who knew?” Bucky breathes out, shuddering as lust trembles glass-sharp through his veins, hip rising up on its own to nudge at the air between him and Steve’s lips. He has to give himself a squeeze as Bucky, frankly, can think of all kinda things Steve might do with some slick; the kinds of things Bucky caught himself daydreaming of when he shouldn't, and especially not with his best friend. Bucky’s fingers twist in his air, unable to help dragging Steve in against his thigh just to feel his beard scratch against him.
“Tell me. Tell me what you want.”
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Date: 2022-04-29 03:56 am (UTC)He gets it as his hands wrap around Bucky's wrists and hoist them up, over his head. Steve pins them there and shifts so he can once more feel Bucky's erection flush against his own. He looks down into the other man's eyes, close enough to almost brush noses.
"What I want?" His voice is deep and husky. "I want to know what your face looks like when I slip inside you."
To pantomime the action, Steve rocks his hips forward, thrusting against Bucky nice and slow.
"I wanna know what you feel like when you come. I wanna hear you scream my name. And then I want to break this damn bed when I turn around and let you do all the same for me."
His movements get faster as his imagination gets carried away. The bed gives a soft creak of protest as he rocks against Bucky in a newly found rhythm. It's the same sort of noise they'd sometimes hear in their apartment when people got in the mood in the rooms above or beside them. Steve had giggled before getting green once he was older.
Now apparently it is his turn to play this particular instrument.
"I want you," Steve says breathlessly as he kisses Bucky again. The grip on his wrists loosen a bit.
"I always just... I fucking want you."
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Date: 2022-04-30 07:40 pm (UTC)Has he done this before? Bucky can’t help thinking with a twist of jealousy. His spine arches into the hands skating up and down his side, his body asking for more, more, more. Has he? With who? Who am I gonna have to go back and clock?
Bucky slides his hand down, letting up on Steve’s hair, so he can stroke down his cheek, letting his thumb skim over the swell of a plush lower lip, even as he pumps at his own cok in nice, firm pulls….that ends with a startled choke as Steve stops him, and pins Bucky’s wrists above his head in an easy, solid strength that leaves Bucky stretched out under him, exposed and open for him, and all Steve’s if he wants. Bucky twists his wrists in the grip, just to see if he could get out, but the strength holding him there is about as breakable as steel.
A sharp stab of lust rockets through him is so dizzying that a shiver goes through him, head to curled toes. Steve goes all in. Talking about breaking the bed. About driving his cock inside him and making him scream. About letting Bucky do the same. Having everything he never dared from his Steve.
“Oh fuck,” Bucky whispers harshly: His eyes have gone dark, the grey nearly swallowed up by his pupils, as he shudders harder under Steve’s body and precome blurts out to paint glistening smears on Steve’s cock as Steve drives his hips against his. Bucky squirms against his grip just to feel it holding him down even more. The way between them’s easier as Bucky’s precome catches on their cocks, and he drives upwards at him with a snap of his hips. Bucky’s knees dig into Steve’s sides, as if to grip him when his hands can’t. “Jesus, Joseph and Mary, pal, I’m gonna blow one if you keep talking like that. Have…have you ever?”
He’s never done…that. ‘Course not! But hell, Bucky’s heard things at work. Guys talked. Most of ‘em laughed. And Bucky wondered late at night, when it was him and Steve snoring away, what it might like feel like if Steve had woken up, rolled over and pressed him into the sheets, slipped inside him in those early hours and fucked low groans from him.
Bucky’s wrists twist more and more as he rocks upwards, grinding and grinding away like Steve’s already made good. When the grip loosens, Bucky frees only one hand, to flatten against a nipple and feel the firm muscle and dusky nub under his palm as he husks out against Steve’s mouth: “Maybe..Maybe I could figure something out?”
A pointed glance at Steve’s cock, angled up and looking slick, but not slick enough, gives Bucky away. Steve’s not the only king of bad ideas, and Bucky’s probably not got long with this Steve. Besides, some of the guys who did this kinda thing must get something out of it if they’d risk it all in some dock alley.
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Date: 2022-04-30 08:23 pm (UTC)By the time he's looking down at his cock and clearly ready to make a bad call, Steve is too far gone to question it. Bucky was usually the voice of reason in things. When he's on team 'stupid ideas', all bets were off.
"I haven't," Steve answers, using his enhanced mind in a way Erskine definitely couldn't have predicted. He glances as the precome between them and wipes it with his fingers, getting the first one especially covered. "But I have a pretty good imagination and the internet. So helpful..."
His mind races. There were a few options open to them but none of them are especially great. One, however, is a good deal more fun, though. Steve definitely does not watch porn. But if he did, this would maybe be something he's seen done. Once or twice. If he did, which he doesn't. And with that, he settles next to Bucky with a smile. His teeth press into the shell of his ear and his slicker hand reaches with purpose for Bucky's cock. He moans an exhale as though feeling the pleasure himself as he grips him tight and starts stroking with steady rhythm.
Star-Spangled Man with a Plan.
"The goals here are to get you relaxed... and also to maybe get something... to help us along." Steve rubs his thumb over the head of Bucky's cock to emphasize what he means without outright saying it. He smiles as that one hand keeps moving but now starts going a bit faster. "I can think of one really good way to get both of those in one fell-swoop. And with all the shit the serum gives us, we might as well take advantage of one of the main perks." He has no idea if Bucky's figured out his refractory period is pretty much set to 'teenager in shower'. If not, it's a good enough time and way to learn.
Steve kisses along Bucky's neck and rubs the roughness of his beard against it. His hand twists over the head of Bucky's cock, demanding and impatient as he always is. The free one reaches up, knowing better now the moves that seem to get Bucky's motor running hotter. Steve figures he's got his friend's number as he grabs his hair and pulls on it tight, drawing his ear against his mouth. Holding it there without mercy as he husks against his ear:
"Come for me, Buck. That's an order..."
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Date: 2022-05-01 11:22 pm (UTC)Bucky’s cock jerks against Steve’s, the blunt head stroking up along Steve’s shaft as he rocks upwards like Steve’s pulling the strings when Steve swipes at the precome there to smear it on his fingers.
“The hell’s the ‘internet’ - oh hell -” Bucky has to cut himself off, because it’s not only easy to picture Steve with the imagination to dream up anything once he got in the mood, but maybe…maybe jerking himself off to all kinds of fantasies when Bucky was out on dates and Steve had the apartment all to himself. Steve settles down next to him like a powerful grace pressed in a long line next to him, taking Bucky’s place with a strong hand curled around his cock and teeth teasing at the curve of Bucky’s ear. Bucky wets his lip with a hint of pink tongue. “Jesus, look at you. You’re like a living wet dream. You always been this filthy even way back?”
With a sigh, Bucky curls around Steve, a leg drawn up and over his hip to drag him in close as he presses slow, searching kisses while Steve works him over; nice and firm, no pussy-footing here, no sir. Bucky’s hands frame Steve’s hips, then pet down along his flanks and curl over the curve of Steve’s ass as he rocks upwards to nudge the head of his cock along Steve’s thumb, rocking and rocking as Steve works him over like he’s got a mission.
“Perks? Like - ah - what?” Bucky’s makes a choked off sound as he arches his throat, tensing at the scrape of beard and yet asking for more as his cock lurches and his hips begin to work more greedily, more gracelessly up into Steve’s grip, the filthy sounds of slick flesh meeting slick flesh filling the place. God, it’s not easy to remember how words are supposed to go together when Steve’s hand jerks his head to the side and his lips brush hot against his ear as he fucking has to breath out an order in that Captain America voice that gets everyone to drop what they’re doing and feel some good old American rah-rah no matter how beat you were.
God. Steve telling him how it’s gonna go does things to him. The sound that comes dragged out of Bucky is shameful; he strangles out a harsh groan, nails digging into the meat of Steve’s ass as his eyes flutter shut and he pulses his hips into Steve’s grip, toes curling as he chases after that finish line with all the single-mindedness of a man who hasn’t had a real release in months. One last jab hard into Steve’s grip and Bucky grunts as his cock throbs and he begins to shoot, smearing ropes of white along Steve’s grip and cock between them.
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Date: 2022-05-02 01:21 pm (UTC)He's kissing Bucky before he's even finished, tasting the sounds of his climax as they fall from his lips. It's the most alive he's felt in weeks.
"Jesus fucking Christ, that was amazing..."
And it's not over.
Steve is smiling and kissing Bucky as his soiled hand drifts between his legs and starts probing at his opening. With the additional slick and the relaxation post orgasm, it's almost easy to slip a finger inside. He does so slowly and as gentle as possible. Bucky has to be sensitive and even with the serum he'll need a second before his body gears up for round two.
Still, selfishly, he wants this so badly that he can't help but be impatient. He slides the finger in and out as slow as he can while pressing soft kisses to Bucky's cheeks and neck. He wants more. He needs more. But he needs this to be good for both of them and to see that incredible moment of pleasure on his friend's face.
So. Slow. Fine. He can do that.
"The perks are gonna make themselves known pretty fast. But let me know if you're feelin' bad..." His accent breaks loose with his arousal. "We have all night..."
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Date: 2022-05-03 04:35 am (UTC)Bucky’s lips are still parted on the trailing edge of a groan when Steve crushes their lips together; Bucky’s gasp hitches into something ragged at the edges, hsi arms going to wind around Steve’s neck, nails digging into his shoulder-blades as his tongue pushes between Steve’s lips, still hungry for him even as Steve wrings a a load out of him. At last, Steve milks him dry, and Bucky finds himself start to relax into the bed like something’s finally told him he’s allowed.
“Always figured you’d be aces. Comes with those clever hands, Rogers,” Bucky manages, and then he pants into Steve’s lower lip, teeth dragging against the satiny skin inside for a moment as he has to focus. “Oh shit, wow…”
Bucky’s knees dig into Steve for a moment, as a slick, slick finger slips down to tease between his cheeks; no one’s ever done that before - certainly not any of the dolls he dated - and it leaves Bucky suddenly focused the the press of a finger that turns into Steve breaching him. Bucky’s eyes flutter and close, as he worries at his lower lip, as the new sensations build on each other; Steve opening him up, feeling full in a way he hasn’t been before, and Steve being so, so careful to take it slow, but after coming, it’s this side of too much.
Bucky’s nails press pink indents into the meat of Steve’s shoulders as he ducks his head against the crook between Steve’s shoulders and neck, looking down because he has to look, he’s gotta, at Steve’s hand between his legs, thrusting slowly as Bucky carefully, cautiously rocks back on his finger, slowly taking him in deeper.
“All night, huh? Talk about finding a way to make up for lost time,” Bucky grunts, as he’s managed to take Steve all the way up to the knuckle. He’s softened a little after coming, but weirdly enough, not all the way. He’s hovering at half-hard, like his dick’s planning on sticking with this show through sheer pigheadedness. “You’re telling me I’m not out for the count? How the hell did you find that out?”
With who? Bucky wants to ask, but doesn’t.
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Date: 2022-05-03 05:25 pm (UTC)"I found that out the same way I found out how to do this..."
Steve pushes his finger in a little deeper just to finish the sentence.
"I did a lot of research on my own. And one night I decided to just...test the limits. They go pretty far." And had actually regretted it the next day. His personal best seemed to hover around five and a half but by the end he was very much not enjoying it anymore. Frankly, after the third time the distinction between pain and pleasure started to get blurry. But two? Yeah. Two is still pretty swell.
He kisses Bucky soft and almost playfully as he continues to fuck him on that one finger. He's more relaxed after an orgasm but he's also more sensitive and Steve needs to toe that line before he does something that crosses it. So it's a little bit before he pulls free and slicks up a second finger. Just to be prepared. Just to test and slowly introduce as little as possible at a time.
The whole time he stays over Bucky, kissing him and nipping against his jaw in equal measure. Worshiping the body below him as he always wanted to, deep down. Steve himself is still hard and grinds now and then against Bucky's leg just for friction, but his attention is solely on the other man. His best friend and other half of his soul.
Steve breaks the kiss and just looks down at him, awed and completely besotted.
"Don't let me hurt you, Buck. Okay? I don't want that. This is already the best night of my whole life and I don't need a goddamn thing else. So please...don't let me do that to you."
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Date: 2022-05-04 04:13 am (UTC)A tiny thread of tension had started to sneak in anyway at the foreign sensation, but it bleeds right back out as Steve answers. Bucky’s body relaxes, welcomes Steve in deeper as Bucky’s caught between a gasp and a laugh that’s a little relieved. A little selfish even, ‘cause it means he hasn’t fooled around with anyone else.
“Research! Is that what we’re calling it these days?” Bucky husks out a laugh, tinged with arousal; God, that’s hot. Steve toying with himself, seeing how long he’d last or how quick he could sneak one in before someone caught him. Maybe even did this back home, while Bucky was out. "Nice to know neither of us are down for the count."
Bucky can’t remember the last time he had Steve to himself. People actually noticed Steve after Rebirth, even before he became a real Cap. And with the Commandos formed, Steve’s busy answering to the brass and the rest of his dance card is filled with obligations to the missions and the unit. Besides, it’s not the best kinda look when he and Captain Rogers are friends; there’s been rumblings here and there it’s favoritism, so Bucky’s careful to keep it mostly professional when they’re in camp. Just feels a little like what they had back home was dead and buried.
Now Steve’s voice is pitched low between them with a husky, deep chuckle like it’s a secret just for the two of them, and a part of Bucky’s heart sings as he smiles back up at Steve… even though Bucky can’t help the feeling this is like a last hurrah for him, before he goes back to the War waiting to put him six-feet under. But at least I got this, Bucky thinks, as he rocks gently on Steve’s finger and presses kiss after kiss, his mouth going slack on a whisper of a gasp when Steve slowly nudges in another finger and leaves little nips down along his throat. He goes in easier this time, stretching him open even more while Bucky curls his knee up against him to open himself up for Steve even more, as if in silent offering.
Bucky’s hand sinks lower to curl gently around Steve’s balls, massaging them as he traces his lips along Steve’s jaw. “You’re never gonna hurt me, pal. I followed you everywhere, even back into the War. I trust you.”
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Date: 2022-05-05 12:12 am (UTC)He can't think about it. He can't let those thoughts rise up because if they do he'll drown in them. He'll drown right here in this bed and God help him, he might not surface in one piece. Let alone what that would do to Bucky.
He moves his hand a bit faster and inexpertly shifts and curls his fingers. Academically he knows what he's supposed to do in this situation but locating the prostate on a helpful internet article diagram is vastly different from real life practice. Still, he's got the idea of it and enough room to trust he's not causing Bucky pain while he tries. In the meantime, he chases after Bucky's mouth the next time it crosses near his own and kisses him hard.
No more of that topic.
"Tell me how you feel," he asks instead, treading onto safer ground. "First time being put through your paces. We can stop anytime or speed it up. You set the pace on this, Buck."
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Date: 2022-05-06 03:50 am (UTC)“You want to hear how nice your cock feels? Or this?” Bucky’s mouth quirks into a smirk, the kind that’s always spelled out being stupid just to annoy Steve, as he gently kneads and traces along the shape of Steve’s balls, just to feel the soft skin shifting along them, before tracing circled fingers along the vein tracing along the underside of his dick. ‘Course that’s not what Steve’s talking about, but when Bucky’s got Steve all to himself, can you blame him? His other hand flattens along Steve’s chest, thumb skating around a nipple as if tracing it’s own little perimeter. “Or this?”
Bucky lets his head fall back on the mussed up sheets, sucking his lower lip between his teeth as he obliges Steve (in what he’s actually asking), gently rolling his hips to try and take Steve in deeper even as he feels the faint, stinging stretch of two fingers working him open. Stretching him. Sinking in easier each time as his cock gets harder and harder again with each second, and Bucky crushes his lips against Steve’s.
Bucky’s eye burrows furrow. God, where to start? Bucky thinks as he begins to tease at the tawny nub under his thumb, and pumping Steve’s cock in nice, long, firm drags. “No way am I crying uncle. It’s just taking getting used to, that’s-”
Bucky doesn’t quite finish, ‘cause suddenly it’s like someone sent up a bolt of fireworks right through his veins: it’s a burst of fiery arousal so fierce that Bucky cries out, arching on Steve’s fingers when they curl and press against something inside him that feels so, so fucking go that it feels like he just might come any second, over and over as Bucky nearly bits Steve’s lip with the shock. Bucky’s eyes have gone wide, staring at Steve in shock as he’s dick’s practically lept right to attention. “...The hell was that?!”
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Date: 2022-05-08 12:54 am (UTC)"That is what makes all of this really worthwhile," Steve says glibly, kissing Bucky just a bit while the rest of him focuses on what he's doing below. He's erect again which is helpful. Steve ignores it for the moment as he works on that gentle stretching, trying to get back to the spot that had caused so much pleasure.
"Just... If you keep relaxing, I can make sure that we give it the attention it needs." He says that as though this isn't his first time and like he's not promising a filet mignon on a hamburger budget. Still, he can't help himself. He wants this to be good. He wants Bucky to feel good and for him to maybe make up for even a fraction of the pain that he's going to cause him.
Steve will work all night if that is even slightly possible.
"Don't worry about me," he murmurs as he gets deep enough to try and replicate what he'd done before. "I'm fine. This.... I want this to be about you. How you feel... Just tell me about that."
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Date: 2022-05-10 03:02 am (UTC)The only reason he doesn’t end up losing it all of a sudden is ‘cause Steve pulls back right off that spot and lets him have a breather - that and the fact Bucky’s just barely managed to squeeze himself at the base of his cock when Steve works in a third finger. Bucky’s hips rock upwards, cock bobbing as his knee knocks into Steve’s ribs as he’s stretched open in a slide that’s just the perfect amount of stinging to go with the pleasure.
Bucky’s fingers tangle with Steve’s as he grips tight like he needs the anchor as Steve works him carefully open on three fingers, teasing that spot inside him that has precome already pearling up along the head of his cock and his dick rock-hard and jutting hungrily upwards like he hadn’t just come within the last hour. He’s not sure he trusts himself not to squeeze Steve too hard, so Bucky settles for curling his fingers in Steve’s hair and dragging him down into breathless kiss after kiss, as he drives himself deeper on Steve’s fingers, choking off a moan now and then as he finds that spot.
“I just…I feel so fucking full,” Bucky manages to groan, “But kinda like I’m gonna come over and over.”
It’s when Steve’s fingers press and hold against that spot inside him that Bucky’s limbs tremble with the effort it’s taking not to embarrass himself, blow it early. His thigh shifts up to press against Steve's cock, to feel the thick heat there. “I don’t know how I’m gonna last long if you’re gonna play dirty like that.”
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Date: 2022-05-11 12:52 am (UTC)For being the guy running the show so far, he's strangely shyer now. His hands even shake a little as he makes sure he's slick enough for the next step. As he tries to figure out the right position to not cause either of them discomfort. Sadly, there hadn't been as many helpful diagrams for this part.
Still, he has a general idea. Steve kisses Bucky as he encourages his legs just a bit wider. He lets them cage him in as he pets and caresses Bucky, accomplishing the secondary goal of lining himself up. It is easy enough from there to push forward. Steve presses their foreheads together, panting already as he feels nothing but resistance from the other body before the slow, gradual give.
"I don't know how long I'm gonna last either, Buck," he confesses quietly. Inch by inch he slips in, pausing for the other man to adjust or call for a pause. The tight heat is better than he'd even thought it would be and that's a problem since he already knew he was in trouble before that. Steve chokes out a laugh that almost sounds like a sob. When he kisses Bucky it's more tender than he means it to be but not nearly as tender as he wants.
God, he loves him. He loves him so, so much.
The truth of that thought is like a strike on lightning through Steve's mind, but the kind of strike that would come in the middle of a storm, next to a metal rod. It's not really that surprising for all that it is still spectacular and awesome in a nearly biblical sense. Steve knew that it was likely. He knew that it was even just a matter of time for it to strike and light up his entire world.
He knew that after it happened, there would be unimaginable damage left in its wake. But what could he do? He was already dancing in the rain with a key strapped on a kite when he'd figured it all out. And now it is just truly too late.
Steve swallows it back into the bottomless pit of all the other things he waited too long to say and focuses instead on the moment he has. On Bucky. And with one more kiss, he pushes in even more, trembling with all he's feeling.
"Jesus," he breathes finally, voice hoarse for some reason. "Oh... God... This... You. Yeah... I ain't gonna last long at all..."
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