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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: 2022-04-26 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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Date: 2022-05-11 03:09 am (UTC)(Okay, it’s first for Bucky too, but he likes to think he’s pretty good at everything else in the sack, and some of it’s gotta transfer over. Right?)
Bucky’s sure as hell going to pretend like he doesn’t catch the tremor in Steve’s hands; look, he’s got manners. Even with his best friend. Still, something smug and dark settles in Bucky’s gut at the thought that he’s the first to see Steve like this. Have him like this, in a way that even fucking Uncle Sam and everybody and their mother never will. It’s ugly and green, but Bucky’s hands slows though, just a second, as he’s caught with the sight of Steve’s hand wrapped around his thick cock as he urges Bucky’s legs open and Bucky gently places soft nips from one corner of Steve’s lips to the other. Bucky lets his thighs fall open like a dream come true, slow and maybe a little showy that comes with the territory of knowing you got an audience and knowing most folks think you don’t have a single bad side.
Bucky sucks in a sharp, sudden gasp as a thick head nudges up against his hole; blunt, warm and slick… hard and so eager. Bucky’s grips at the span of muscle between Steve’s neck and shoulder, a little too tightly as their foreheads press together and he stares down between them at the sight of Steve’s shaft aimed right between his legs like a breath held between them. It’s a little like looking over the edge of a ‘coaster and then…
Bucky’s neck arches, head tilted back on a steady stream of low, guttural swears that’d get even the toughest drill Sarge blushing as he’s breached. Bucky’s arms drag Steve in closer as they circle his shoulders, clutching him tight as he’s opened by a thick shaft that’s a helluva lot bigger than three fingers. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. Bucky’s dimly aware he’s nodding to something Steve’s saying, but it’s hard to focus on anything but every single inch his body’s swallowing up. Bucky doesn’t once tap out, only he swallows hard, closes his eyes and pants as he tries to force himself to relax, even when his body instinctively tries to tense up, squeezing on the dick pushing inside.
“Don’t you dare, Rogers,” ” Bucky pants as he captures Steve's lips. It's sloppy and distracted for a kiss; even as Bucky’s attention is all on Steve’s cock impaling him and the dirty little sob that comes outta Steve, his own dick’s practically drooling at the pleasure-ache as Steve’s cock fills him. Bucky’s heel digs into Steve’s lower back, his hand gripping at Steve’s ass just to feel the way the muscles flex as he squeezes.
“God, you’re nearly all the way in,” Bucky whimpers, and just because he’s gotta always test things, arches his spine, braces with his other foot to try and sink Steve in deeper. Can he take him all the way to the hilt? All Bucky knows is he wants to feel Steve’s weight against him, wants all that Steve’s got for him. “What happened to Mr. I-Could-Do-This-All-Day?”
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Date: 2022-05-12 09:46 pm (UTC)Steve is smiling though. He definitely hasn't learned that lesson even in the slightest but it's familiar and comforting to do the call and response game again. With all that had happened, Steve's almost forgotten the natural way they fit together. Not like this, clearly, although the fit now is exception as well. No, just how they fell into step. Like the fight with Tony. Like running through the airport and communicating with a look.
Bucky doesn't complete him so much as he is that last, completing piece of the Steve Rogers puzzle. Without it you get most of the picture but it's always lacking. Always less than it could be if only someone gave it what it needed.
As Bucky arches, Steve trails kisses from neck to navel. The awkward position has him pulling out just a bit but there isn't time to grieve that. Not when Steve straightens back up and makes that final thrust. And like magic, Steve is connected with Bucky more intimately than he ever has been before. He pants hard, shocked by what he's done even though he definitely shouldn't be. The feeling is beyond words and Steve just stares at Bucky in awe.
And then, yeah. Okay. Biology screams that he should move and that sounds like a really good idea.
"I'm...I'm inside you," he breathes as he pulls back and inexpertly thrusts back. With the way slick now, it's smooth and hot and easy to get as deep as he wants. Steve's memory provides the place his fingers had hit before and it is different trying to find it with a different appendage, but he's trying. Trying with each slow thrust and small adjustment.
And between that, he bends completely over Bucky to share his air and pepper kisses whenever their faces bump close enough.
"Jesus... I...I get the appeal now," he says with an airy laugh that breaks into a moan. "Oh...God, Buck..."
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Date: 2022-05-14 01:35 am (UTC)Bucky’s stomach twitches under the lips trailing down along it. Here he’d figure this was Steve’s first time, figure he’d probably snap right inside, but Steve’s so ridiculously slow and tender that Bucky’s heart just doesn’t know what to do with it as he watches Steve treat him like he’s not some busted shell of a GI.
Gun-calloused fingers stroke along Steve’s temple, then brush back the stray bangs before carding through his hair as Steve sinks lower and lower; far more flexible than he ever was before the War. The movement slides his dick out just a little, leaving something in Bucky aching a little to get filled. Like they’re answering a call, Bucky’s hips jerk to try and get him back deeper, back to pushing in so deep that it’s anyone’s guess where he and Steve begin.
And just like that, Steve rocks forward to sink right in with such a deep, decisive thrust that it rips a raw groan from Bucky’s throat. Like a string pulled, Bucky’s body bows upwards to drive his own aching cock against Steve’s stomach in a hot line against the muscles there.
“I know. Feels aces, huh?,” Bucky breathes out, hushed like it’s a secret between them, looking down the length of their bodies with dark, hungry eyes, his cock throbbing at the sight; Steve’s pressed balls deep against him, completely impaling him. A little shimmy and he’s gasping all over again, feeling the shaft opening him up and nudging tantalizing close against that spot inside him. Both hands settle below Steve’s ass - okay fine, he really likes feeling the play of muscle as Steve begins to figure out how the thrusting thing works, to wordlessly help him find a rhythm as Steve rains kisses on him like he can’t bear to be apart.
His toes curl as Steve slides back in, nice and slow and deep, with Bucky angling his hips upwards and bearing down just to tighten around Steve. Teeth catch at Steve’s earlobe. “Fuck, you’re big. You always packing this heat?”
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Date: 2022-05-14 02:53 am (UTC)Bucky tightens around him over and over again which is incredible and also really annoying. Steve is recalling every nun he had as a teacher from first to eighth grade just to not blow it completely the first time. Even with Sister Bruna and her hairy mole, it's a close call when Bucky bites his earlobe. Apparently that is something he likes a lot. Look at this: learning opportunities.
Steve hums to swallow a guttural noise threatening to erupt out. It almost sounds like a purr that way which isn't exactly wrong.
"Nah... This is... just my Tuesday equipment."
Steve grins down at Bucky, proud that he was able to think of a joke right now. That smugness doesn't last too long though as his hips snap forward with a burst of biological impatience and he decides, yeah. Yeah, that is a real good way to do this, too.
The pace picks up, bed squeaking faster and louder as an erotic accompaniment to the sounds of moans and smacking flesh. Steve rests his forehead against Bucky's, eyes closed as he drinks in this feeling. As he tries to memorize every single feeling and sense experience, in case this is the only time he will ever have this.
The next sound out of him is a sharper cry. His breathing goes uneven and shallow as the peak comes into view.
"God, Bucky..." his voice is softer than he means it to be. "Oh...oh God. You... You're so incredible. So amazing."
'I love you,' he thinks but doesn't say. Although he's not entirely sure it's not written all over his face all the same.
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Date: 2022-05-15 05:36 pm (UTC)That squeezes another laughter-tinged with a moan from Bucky. Bucky’s eyes squeeze closed as he’s gotta sink his teeth into his knuckles as he ends up clenching tight all over Steve again like a vice. His other hand squeezes hard on Steve’s ass since he can’t punch his shoulder just then for that crack; “Fucking hell, you bastard, you gotta - you gotta stop making me laugh.”
Trust Steve Rogers to somehow still find a way to be a real wise-guy even when he’s got his dick buried deep inside him, and yet it’s so right, because it’s still them. Like this is just a natural continuation of how things’ve been between them if one of them took the first leap, and it feels like nothing’s changed for the worse between them or got weird. (Or maybe it would be with his Steve - if Bucky wasn’t a coward, but in this moment, Buck’yll pretend he’s having this with the one back home too).
Steve’s starting to find that spot inside him again, and it’s even better with the heavy weight of his cock sliding against him as he spears Bucky open. Bucky’s face turns so he can press kisses to the inside of Steve’s wrist braced near his head as the bed rocks under them both and Bucky rolls his hips upwards just to feel the full slide as Steve’s cock snaps back in with a throaty groan. Steve might’ve never made time with someone before, but hell if he’s not a quick learner.
Bucky pulls him down into a searing, fierce kiss as they move together and the springs squeal under them with each smack of Steve’s hips against his. Steve isn’t looking to treat him with the kid gloves, and hell, if he’s not loving it more than he ever thought he would. A sheen of sweat glistens along Bucky’s skin as he clutches tight at Steve like he’s not planning on letting him up short of a shelling or something, nails dragging welts down his back as he rocks up over and over to take whatever Steve’ll let him have while his cock drools between them.
Bucky breathes hard into Steve’s lips as that gorgeous cry squeezes out and Bucky circles his hips on his cock seated deep inside with a hiss escaping between grit teeth. They’re both trembling together, so close to blowing it that Bucky’s making a mess between them and his balls ache.
“It’s always been you, Steve.” Steve doesn’t gotta say it. Bucky’s hands smooth along the stinging tracks to cup Steve’s jaw, beard scratching against his palm as he presses kisses, tender, lighter, slower than the pounding between them. The headboard smacks into the wall, wearing at the paint. “It’s always been. Why do you think I followed you through thick and thin?”
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Date: 2022-05-15 06:01 pm (UTC)Like a true sap, Bucky whispers sweet words between them and that, more than the clenching and the moving and the arching has Steve tumbling over the edge. It's always been him, Bucky had said. It had always been him and for Steve, it had always been Bucky. Always and forever and God, he loves this man so much. Too much, probably. But there's nothing for it at this point. Nothing to do but let it sear him from the inside out.
"Oh, Bucky..." The moan is a sob as Steve pushes in hard and comes hard enough to lose his vision. Everything is electricity. Lightning hitting him and setting the contact areas on fire. His body pulses with it, each one almost painful with how intense it is. But it's good. It's so, so good. Steve gasps his air as the waves go through him and leave him, at the end, completely spent.
He keeps thrusting, slower and more gently to make sure he's taking care of Bucky, still. His arms are shaking where they hold him up and his entire body is tingling. Part of him is wondering how much of that is inherent just to sex and how much is more specifically due to sex with Bucky. It's a mystery he doesn't actually want solved since he's satisfied to live in ignorance and only have Bucky beneath him for the rest of his life.
Of course that is almost definitely not going to be a possibility, but he can dream.
"Always you," he concurs, the kisses so gentle now. And, fuck it. Why not? Why not when he has so little and so much to lose at the same time? When else will he get the chance?
"I love you..."
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