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Sam and Nat had walked them home, back to the apartment with the shitty view. Steve missed living in the city, hearing the hustle and the bustle of the people on the streets. A lot of people found car horns going off every ten seconds annoying, Steve thought it was kinda comforting. It was quiet out here, which was nice… it didn’t feel like home however.
Bucky didn’t seem to think so either, stating that he had no memory of this apartment, but could remember the other one with the view of the trees. He said the windows were all wrong so Steve had to re explain how they had moved because it was compromised, the footprints outside. The brunet nodded and sighed, saying how he remembered now. “I wish we could still see the deer in the mornings…”
Steve had to smile at that. He would ask Tony about moving apartments again once everything settled.
Right now Bucky was still drowsy from the milkshake he’d drank earlier and his damp hair was still loose around his shoulders as he knelt at Steve’s feet. Barton had left a box of stuff outside the apartment door for them, a portable DVD player and some movies Steve hadn’t seen, along with some other bits and pieces. Steve had mentioned to Clint yesterday when the archer had stopped by to see how Bucky was doing, how he’d probably be too paranoid to ever turn the Tv on again.
Once Bucky had gotten into position by the sofa Steve had made himself coffee and set the DVD player up on the coffee table. He had asked Bucky if he wanted to go lay down for a while, or if he wanted his backpack, but the soldier had just groggily shook his head and laid his cheek on Steve’s thigh. Exhausted.
“Why don’t you come lay up here?” Steve offered.
The Asset glanced up to the space on the sofa where Steve was patting and shook his head again, but he did nudge Steve’s knee.
“Okay, c’mere then” Steve parted his thighs so Bucky could shuffle in between them.
It felt odd not having the Tv or even the radio on, but the movie playing on the small DVD player at least gave them some background noise. Steve half paying attention to it, half falling asleep. Bucky was doing his best effort to kneel the way he was taught to by HYDRA, but Steve could see him slowly slipping, leaning harder against the captain’s legs as he started falling asleep as well.
“This isn’t fair, Bucky”
“I think it’s fair”
“You would” Steve muttered, sending a glare across the kitchen table. Bucky had just paid the rent and then the water bill all by himself, with the money he’d saved from Lady Jane. And what had Steve contributed this month? Absolutely fuckin’ nothing.
He’d gotten sick, of course, like every goddamn month. It had put Steve on his ass this time around but they’d only needed to have the doctor out to see him once. A mild cold, but it was worsened by Steve’s shitty lungs. Fuck, he hated this. He hated doing nothing, contributing nothing-
“Hey, it’s okay, Stevie” Bucky frowned at him “This is why I take those jobs, December sucks every year”
“Because of me” Steve said bitterly, slumping back into his chair.
“Shut up” The brunet rolled his eyes “It’s because it’s cold and everything sucks when it's cold. Everyone gets sick this time of year, Stevie, it’s not your fault”
“No, it’s my shitty lungs fault, and my shitty heart, my shitty legs, my back, my-”
“Alright, alright, I get it. You’re gonna be mad about this one” Bucky sighed “At least the bills are paid, right? That’s what matters. Not who pays them”
Steve huffed and looked away, staring at the floor. “Maybe… Maybe I should get a job with Lady Jane-”
“Okay, you were being annoying, but don’t start actually pissing me off” the brunet suddenly snapped, his voice firm.
“Why not? That job works out well for you, doesn’t it?” and Steve knew he was being petty now. “Lady Jane offers every year and you say no for me! I don’t even get a choice-”
“No, you don’t. You aren’t doing it. So shut up about it” Bucky quickly stood up from the table, trying to walk away from the argument.
“You don’t get to make that decision for me! I need to help someway-”
“I don’t even know why we’re arguing right now, Stevie!” Bucky yelled back.
Their apartment was small, the floor and windows were creaky and drafty. The front door needed a good shove to actually get it open. The bathroom was a nightmare, the window leaked, the shower head dripped and the water took forever to actually heat up. It was theirs however. Just Steve and Bucky, completely alone. As long as they didn’t yell in the late hours of the evening- like they were- they had complete privacy too.
They had made this shitty little place theirs. With homemade furniture and Steve’s art framed on the walls, patchwork blankets knitted by their mothers on the couch and Bucky had made shelves from the old pallets from his job at the docks. They made this place work, and somehow always managed to afford the rent. Bucky always managed to afford the rent.
“I don’t contribute in any way, Buck” Steve said miserably “I can’t hold down a decent job, I can’t even really clean up the place”
The brunet had been halfway across the living room in an attempt to storm off but paused hearing the sadness in Steve’s voice. He sighed again, turning around. “You have that illustration job coming up right?”
“Yeah… I guess but that’s not really…” Steve trailed off.
“It’s not, what? Physical labour? Not everything has to be back breaking, Steve, I’d honestly recommend one of those fancy desk jobs” Bucky came back to the table, slumping back down in the chair he’d left only seconds ago. “This illustration job is gonna be good, Steve, you’ll see”
“Don’t you ever resent me?” Steve suddenly blurted out and he saw Bucky frown again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you today, Rogers?”
“I can’t do anything”
“Jesus Christ, you can shut up, for starters” Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed by this whole conversation. “You can do stuff, Steve. I know you’re a dumbass but you can think- you’re smart. You can draw, you can write, you’re a good talker. There’s plenty of stuff you're good at, but it isn’t physical labour so you assume it’s no good”
“They reckon people are gonna get drafted soon” Steve said nervously, ignoring everything that Bucky had said. “Then what?” he asked shakily.
Bucky stood up again and Steve looked away, his eyes suddenly wet. But Bucky didn’t storm away again, instead he was crouching down by Steve’s side and taking his hand in his, tilting his head so Steve couldn’t hide his teary eyes.
“Stevie… You haven’t gotta worry about being drafted” Bucky told him softly, squeezing his hand.
“I’m n-not really… It’s not me I’m worried about…” Steve admitted and he wiped his face with his free hand.
“Oh, com’on, doll. Don’t worry about all that” Bucky shook his head and tried to give Steve a reassuring smile “Listen, I got big plans, so you wanna worry about that instead. Not what if’s and what could-be’s”
“Big plans?” Steve asked with a frown.
“Yeah,” Bucky grinned at him “I still have some money left over, so we’re going out”
“Bucky, I don’t really feel like dancin-”
The brunet shook his head as he stood up again “Nah, I thought we could go watch a movie and grab some pizza on the way home”
“Oh.. yeah, that does sound nice…” Steve thought about it for a moment. He didn’t have the energy for much, only having just recovered from his cold, but a movie and pizza? Steve could do that. “But you just spent so much money-”
“You’ll worry yourself in the grave before anything else gets you” Bucky muttered but he was still smiling “Go get changed, we’ll go see what’s playing”
Bucky wouldn’t hear anything else about money that night, or the draft. Too happy about the fact that the bills were paid to care who paid them, and Steve knew he should feel the same. They’d have hot water and heating when they got back and Bucky had told Steve that he was gonna run a bath when they got home, he had looked so excited about it. The movie hadn’t been memorable but the pizza they had grabbed on the way home had been.
Steve spent a lot of time back then worrying about things he couldn’t change and it drove Bucky mad sometimes, but he couldn’t help it. Steve just wished… things were different. He wished he was stronger, fit enough to get a decent job at the docks, fit enough to not worry about Bucky getting enlisted without him. Steve wished when he started a fight in the alley behind the theatre he’d been able to finish it. Instead Bucky had to leave the girl he’d been flirting with at the ticket booth to come and finish it for him.
When they’d gotten home Bucky had run that hot bath, but had directed Steve into it first.
“When you get out, I’ll drain it halfway and fill it up with hot again. We’ve got enough for it” Bucky had chirped happily as he shoved a confused Steve towards the bathroom door “Go on, before it gets cold- and don’t take forever! I wanna take forever”
Steve had laughed and taken the first bath since Bucky had insisted, but he didn’t take long, not wanting Bucky to have to use too much hot water to reheat it. Even if they had enough now, by the end of the month they’d miss it. When Steve got out the brunet was sprawled on the sofa listening to the radio and reading the paper, they were talking about Japan and Germany on the news again and Steve knew Bucky was just as worried about it as he was.
“Your turn” Steve told him, drying his hair with a towel.
“Yay” Bucky yawned, it was getting late. “Keep me company? I’ll fall asleep an’ drown”
Steve snorted. “Yeah, ‘course. Lemme get my sketchbook first”
“Gonna draw me naked in the tub, Rogers?” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows as he sat up, slinging the newspaper to the side.
“Ha ha, no” Steve turned his face away as he dipped into his bedroom, hoping Bucky hadn’t seen the blush on his cheeks.
“Awh, I think I’m a good model” he heard the brunet tease as he walked by Steve’s room to head into the bathroom.
It only took a second for Steve to grab his pencil and notebook from his bed but he waited a couple of minutes, not wanting to walk in on Bucky changing. When he heard the sound of the tap running and splashing water he went back in. They’d done this a hundred times throughout their lives. When they were kids they’d share baths all the time, sometimes at Steve’s or when he was visiting Bucky on the weekend his Ma would throw them both in together, saying she had to wash four kids anyways, a fifth wouldn’t hurt.
“Don’t let me fall asleep, Stevie, I mean it” Bucky had his eyes closed, head on the edge of the bath.
Steve sat down on the closed toilet lid and nodded “Okay, but you will anyways”
“Then talk to me, what did you get up to today?”
The steam in the bathroom was probably terrible for Steve’s sketchbook pages but he opened it up anyways, turning it around to show the brunet “I was doing this, I guess”
“Oh, did you go to the park today?” Bucky asked as he blinked his eyes open to look.
“Nah, too cold. I think I remembered it well enough just from memory though” Steve was showing Bucky the watercolour he’d been working on, the little park around the corner from their apartment had a huge pine tree near the monkey bars and swing set. In the summer they’d go there to eat lunch together on Bucky’s days off.
“Shit, yeah Stevie, that’s beautiful. Can we frame that one when you finish it?”
Bucky moved to lean his arms on the side of the bath, some of the water dripping over the side as he ushered Steve closer so he could get a better look. Steve extended his arm to show him the double page spread.
“Like a Winter Wonderland, Stevie” Bucky smiled.
Steve hadn’t even needed to use much paint for this one, considering it was a snowy scene. Bucky had bought him the watercolours as a Christmas present last year and some of the paints were running a little low, like the blues.
“You know, maybe I should take some of your art with me next time I go to Park Slope. Those kinda people have money to spend on art” Bucky mused thoughtfully.
“You think they’d want my art?” Steve huffed and shook his head, pulling the sketchbook back into his lap not wanting the steam to make the colours run.
“I do, actually. I know a guy who I think would love it” the brunet said “He has a bunch of landscapes framed on his walls, and he’s loaded”
“I dunno, Buck… I don’t want you to have to go to the trouble-”
“Blah blah blah” Bucky dunked his head under the hot water, reemerging with wet hair and water in his eyes. “Lemme take your sketchbook with me tomorrow”
“Fine…” the blond rolled his eyes but he fell silent as he slipped into deep thought about something.
Bucky wasn’t in any rush to get out of the bath but he did eventually get washed up, when he was finally rinsing his hair out he spoke up again. “What is it? You’ve been quiet for almost ten whole minutes”
“Don’t you want a peaceful bath?”
“You’re supposed to be keeping me awake” Bucky pouted as he laid back in the soapy water. “What are you thinking about now?”
“I dunno…” Steve glanced up from where he’d been blankly staring at his closed sketchbook on his lap. The slightly older man was giving him a curious look and Steve didn’t really want to admit what he’d been thinking about, it would only piss Bucky off again and he looked so relaxed now.
“Com’on, out with it” Bucky coaxed.
“You really wanna? You ain’t gonna like it, Buck” Steve warned quietly, and then the gaze from Bucky turned from curious to concerned.
“Go on, if you don’t tell me now you’ll be stewing on it all week. Then we’ll just end up arguing until you blurt it out anyways”
Bucky leaned his head back against the edge of the bath and closed his eyes again, face neutral and calm as he waited for whatever it was that was gonna upset him.
“You really… you really don’t think it’s a good idea for me to work for Lady Jane?” When Bucky’s eyes immediately blinked open, immediately angry again, Steve held up a hand and continued quickly “Just- Just hear me out, okay?”
The brunet laid back down in the water with a sigh “I’ll hear you out but you’re not gonna change my mind” Bucky said between gritted teeth.
“Just listen… We could really use the money- and not only that, but mostly that- No, honest Buck, just listen to me. We could use the money and… well, you know, I’ve never really had much luck with girls anyways, guys seem to like me more…”
“I hate this conversation, Steve” Bucky grumbled, his relaxed mood disappearing quickly.
“I know. It’s not over, so keep listening.” Steve sighed “Lady Jane said I could be a good fit, and you can’t keep working two jobs, Bucky, I know you’re exhausted”
“I’m fine”
“The illustration job is commission and who knows how much of that I’m gonna get. You only work for Lady Jane in December, but she has positions open all year. Think how nice it would be, Bucky, if you had a job at the docks and I had the income from Jane- you could have a hot bath every day!” Steve said, thinking of the positives. “We’d have enough money probably to get a better apartment-”
“I would rather bathe in dirty puddle water every day for the rest of my life than watch you go work for Lady Jane.” Bucky spat out “And there is nothing wrong with this apartment”
Steve groaned. “Yes, the apartment is fine, Buck, but don’t you wanna live somewhere a little nicer? Not have to worry about bills every month? Be able to eat whatever we want? We could even have Becca over for Sunday dinner-”
“We can find other ways to do that, Steve”
Bucky had evidently had enough of this conversation because he pulled the plug to let the water drain, sitting up so he could climb out of the tub. Steve passed him his towel as he dripped water all over the floor, but Steve wasn’t done.
“Yeah, how? How the fuck do we do that, Bucky?” Steve snapped. Bucky wasn’t listening, was he? “Why won’t you even consider it?”
“This is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had, that’s why” he muttered moodily as he pulled on his flannel pyjama pants.
“Well, you had the idea first, so maybe you’re the dumb one-”
Bucky was standing shirtless in the steamed up bathroom, glaring at him with such an intensely dark look that Steve immediately knew now was a good time to shut up. But he was dumb, wasn’t he? Because he didn’t shut up, in fact, he stood up so he could get in Bucky’s face
“You aren’t my keeper, Barnes! You don’t get to make decisions for me!”
Bucky shoved him, hard, and Steve gasped as his back hit the bathroom door with a thump, the breath knocked out of him. The brunet basically pounced, suddenly grabbing Steve by the hips and lifting him off his feet, shoving his thigh between Steve’s legs and grabbing his wrists in one swift motion, forcing his hands above his head, pinning Steve to the door. Bucky still had one free hand which he used to grab Steve firmly by the jaw.
“What the fuc-” Steve tried to struggle away from the brunet but couldn’t. Bucky’s knee pressed upwards, against his crotch and Steve whined, staring at Bucky with wide eyes.
“This is why. This is fuckin’ why, Rogers” Bucky growled out, his fingers pressing hard against Steve’s jaw. “If one of my client’s pinned you to the wall like this and you didn’t want it- if you wanted to come home, could you get out of this? Can you struggle out my grip, Steve? What if I was someone bigger, someone stronger? Think you could get away from me then?”
Steve’s heart was pounding in his chest and he didn’t know if it was just how steamed up the room was but his chest was tight and he found it hard to breathe. Bucky’s grip on him never faltered, his thigh between Steve’s was firm and warm and the hand around Steve’s wrists was like a vice. Still shirtless, still damp. Water dripped down Bucky’s shoulders from his wet hair.
“Fuck, Steve, are you even paying attention?” Bucky slammed Steve’s wrists against the door, snapping him out of his daze.
“A-are you? I- I could figure something out- I can-” but his body wouldn’t cooperate with him, wouldn’t even put up a decent fight. All Steve could do was limply try to wriggle free but- god, Bucky’s thigh was pressing up and- “I could do that job, I could”
“Yeah? Or are you gonna freeze up like a deer in headlights just like this? I won’t be there to save your ass from a fight you can’t win, I won’t be there, Stevie”
Bucky’s eyes were dark and serious and he leaned in to get right in Steve’s face so he couldn’t look away. Steve could feel a rush of heat coiling in his stomach and spreading up his chest and neck. The challenge in Bucky’s voice did awaken something in him however and this time his limbs decided they could work, his hands were completely pinned but Steve could wrap his legs around Bucky’s hips. Using that as leverage the blond tried to squirm away, tried to slide over Bucky’s thigh so he could stand-
The brunet’s hand moved from Steve’s jaw to his throat and Steve had no choice but to stop moving when the hand squeezed. Gentle, soft enough that Steve could still breath. It was a warning. Just a show of strength that Steve knew he couldn’t compete with.
“ Fuck-” Steve gasped and his cock twitched. “Fuck, don’t do that” Steve squeezed his eyes closed “Fine, okay? Fine, I get it” his face felt red hot.
“You get it?” Bucky repeated, his fingers loosening around Steve’s wrist and neck.
Steve nodded quickly and he whined a little when Bucky finally let his hands go, but he kept him pinned just by his thigh holding the blond up. Steve opened his eyes again and Bucky didn’t look so angry anymore.
“If I hear from Lady Jane, or any other Ladies, that you’re looking for that kinda work, I’ll lose my fuckin’ mind. Okay, Stevie? Don’t… Don’t fuckin’... I don’t want you getting hurt or worse” Bucky’s voice shook a little so Steve leaned forward to wrap his arms around his neck, pulling them together chest to chest.
“Okay… Okay, Bucky, I won’t…”
The brunet slid his thigh out from between Steve’s and finally let him stand on his own two feet, but he kept his arms tightly wrapped around Steve’s smaller frame. They stood there hugging in the warm damp bathroom for a moment, just holding onto each other.
“I’m sorry I shoved you against the wall” Bucky muttered and he rubbed at his face as he stepped back, but he kept one hand on Steve’s waist like he didn’t want to let go of him yet.
“T-That’s fine” Steve replied a little too quick “I mean- ya know-”
Bucky raised an eyebrow at Steve’s sudden rambling and he laughed, grabbing the blond by the back of the neck to pull him again, placing a quick kiss on top of his head. Steve was blushing hard, he had to be.
“So, are we done arguin’ now? We have left over pizza”
When Steve blinked himself awake, it was two hours later and the movie was finished. The DVD logo was bouncing from side to side on the small screen and Steve was starving hungry. Not only that but- Jesus-
“Hey…” Steve sat up a bit, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and trying to shift back a little so Bucky’s face wasn’t so close to his crotch. “Did you get any sleep?”
Bucky nodded with a sleepy hum “Yeah… didn’t even dream this time. I must be all dreamed out…”
Steve chuckled, unable to stop himself from leaning down to cup the brunet’s cheek so he could rub his thumb there. Bucky was like a cat, lazily lifting his head from Steve’s thigh so he could press into his touch. “Yeah you had two whole days of it”
“You must have been dreamin’ for me, Stevie. You were mumblin…”
“Oh, was I?” the blond asked. “What did I say?”
“You musta been yelling at me in your dream, you kept frowning and mumbling my name” Bucky shrugged a little before he yawned.
“Yeah, we were arguing”
Bucky raised an eyebrow and then slid his hand up Steve’s inner thigh making the blond gasp quietly “Weird argument” he smirked.
“Yeah, well, all our arguments are weird” Steve said a little breathlessly as he grabbed hold of Bucky’s hand to prevent him from going any further.
“Mmm” Bucky laid his head back down and wrapped his fingers around Steve’s, letting the blond hold his hand. “Was I being a brat again?” he asked sleepily.
“No, actually I think I was” Steve admitted with a quiet laugh “You were telling me off”
“I’m allowed to do that?” Bucky snorted with another smirk.
“Don’t go gettin’ any bright ideas, mister” The blond jokily warned and he tugged gently on Bucky’s hair.
The soldier’s eyes were a little glassy but he was smiling, seeming more like himself than he had in a long time. Steve still needed a minute or two to wake up, reminding himself he was in the 21st century and also reminding his dick that he had been dreaming. Bucky was slouched up against him, warm and almost purring as Steve threaded his fingers through his hair.
“You wanna eat? I’m starving” Steve murmured once he’d woken up a bit.
Bucky nodded against his thigh but didn’t open his eyes until Steve made a move to get up. “Come on then, Buck, lemme up”
Steve finally realised that Bucky had gotten up at some point while he’d been asleep, his grey blanket was around his legs and his backpack was shoved under the coffee table, one of his notebooks open on the floor beside him.
Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve’s knee when he stood, refusing to move “Mmm it’s warm down here…”
“Yeah you got yourself a little nest, huh?” Steve laughed as he rubbed Bucky’s back “I gotta eat, Buck, you gotta let me move. You can stay here if you want-”
“Ugh, it’s only warm because you're here” the brunet pouted but he let go of Steve’s leg and pulled himself out of the way ever so slightly.
“It’s warmer on the couch, sit up here” Steve patted the arm of the sofa as he managed to get by the smaller man without stepping on his blanket or his notebook.
Bucky muttered under his breath but Steve just shook his head and headed into the kitchen. He couldn’t be bothered to cook anything so Steve just quickly threw together a sandwich and grabbed a couple bottles of water. When he rounded the breakfast bar with an armful of stuff Steve saw Bucky still on the floor where he’d left him, his notebook in his lap this time, frowning. It was rare to see Bucky actually looking at them, normally his bag was hidden somewhere in his room and he only wrote at night. Steve did his best not to be nosey and look over the brunet’s shoulder when he placed his plate on the coffee table and sat back down.
Since Bucky had become preoccupied Steve ate his sandwich first. Bucky was still with him, it seemed, since he took the bottle of water silently when it was offered. Too busy reading to say thanks or look up. Steve did catch a glimpse, just a tiny look- an accidental glance as he had passed the water.
A lot of what Bucky wrote was in different languages, though a lot seemed to be English. From what Steve could make out he seemed to have been reading something about someone named Grant, but he was frowning at it now like he didn’t remember writing it.
“You still hungry?” Steve asked softly.
“Hmm? Oh… Yeah” icy blue eyes glanced up at him “Oh, milkshake”
“Yeah, no meds in this one, just strawberry” Steve told him “And I have your other stuff here, the stuff with actual nutrients and proteins in it”
“Can’t I live on milkshakes? We made it to the future after all” Bucky muttered.
“Buck, this stuff is essentially a milkshake” the blond rolled his eyes as he shook the large syringe of premade food mix. It didn’t look appetising in the slightest, but at least it had everything a super soldier would need in it. “Come sit up here with me” he instructed.
The brunet finally moved, slowly pulling himself up on the couch beside Steve but he had brought his notebook and blanket with him. Bucky pulled his shirt up to expose the feeding port on his waist and Steve made quick work of it.
Bucky stretched out when Steve closed the feeding port and stood to put the blue box away, rolling his shoulder and cracking his neck.
“We can go to the gym later if you want” Steve offered, they had started going for an hour or so in the mornings when it was quiet, but everyone should be so busy with the lockdown that the gym should be empty this afternoon.
“Mmm that’d be nice…” Bucky leaned back against the couch cushions “Everything feels stiff”
“Yeah, I bet it does. I’m surprised you don’t have bed sores” Steve teased a little “You must be fed up of sitting still by now”
“I dunno, I’ve gotten used to doing nothin’,” Bucky smirked and when Steve sat down he leaned up against the blond, heavy and warm “We could do more nothing and that would be okay”
Steve laughed and looped his arm around the soldier’s shoulders, squeezing him. “So lazy” he childed.
Bucky hummed happily and rested his head in the crook of Steve’s neck. “I like being lazy, especially when everything aches”
This was nice… familiar. Just them together on the couch, side by side. His arm around Bucky, Bucky’s arm behind Steve’s back, his hand sliding under Steve’s shirt.
“Do you wanna be really lazy? I was thinking we could lay in bed and watch another movie, I can even give you a massage if you want” he offered
The soldier blinked up at Steve “You wanna give me a massage?”
“You said everything aches right?” the blond shrugged and he ran his hand down the smaller man’s back, causing him to shiver.
“Mmm you just wanna touch me in your bed” Bucky replied smirking.
“No-that’s not-” Steve blushed and the brunet laughed at him. “Shut up-”
“That sounds nice, Stevie” Bucky hummed, cutting the blond’s rambling off.
It took a little doing considering how sluggish the soldier wanted to be but Steve managed to herd him into the bedroom. Bucky had been more than happy to follow along until he had to double back for his backpack, refusing to leave it out in the open while they were in a different room.
“I liked your old room better” he complained as he dropped his backpack on the floor by the desk.
“You only saw it once, for like, thirty seconds” Steve sat the DVD player on the nightstand, Bucky had chosen a movie for them to watch, some sci-fi thing that everyone had been bugging Steve to watch for years.
“Yeah… but you had unpacked the other one”
They had been in this apartment for just over a week now and Steve hadn’t bothered to take anything out of boxes, hoping once the lockdown was over they could return to the original apartment. Bucky had complained the moment they walked in, and Steve hated that all the windows pointed towards the ugly SHIELD building.
The plan was for one day to move out of the Avenger’s Compound altogether, but considering Buck’s ‘bail conditions’, that could take a long while.
“Did you unpack your room?” Steve raised a teasing eyebrow, knowing full well the brunet hadn’t.
Bucky shrugged and sat down on Steve’s bed “We both hate it here, we’ll move soon so what’s the point? Even Natalia hates this apartment”
“She said so?”
“Didn’t have to, you could tell by the way she sneered out the window at the SHIELD agents in the parking lot”
“Well, she sneers at them all anyways, so who can really tell?” Bucky grabbed Steve’s hand, pulling him down onto the bed with him. “You still want a massage?” he offered.
Steve ran his hand down the brunet’s back and Bucky shivered again, nodding.
“Alright, you wanna take your shirt off or leave it on?” Steve leaned forward to rifle through the drawer of the nightstand, where he had unpacked just a few things. He blushed a little when his fingers wrapped around what he was looking for, a bottle of baby oil that would be perfect for a massage but it had never… actually been used for that. Which was obvious in this brand new apartment.
Bucky was wriggling out of his shirt, throwing it in the direction of his bag. Despite his weight loss he still had a lot of muscle, especially in his shoulders and back- Steve noticed immediately. He also had a lot more scars than just the ones on his shoulder, though Steve’s serum always left him scarless it seemed like Zola’s knock off wasn’t quite as good.
“I'm gonna put my shirt back on if you keep looking at those” Bucky warned, voice soft and quiet, and Steve’s eyes snapped up from the long thin white scar that ran from the brunet’s shoulder blade to his hip, some kind of knife wound Steve would guess.
“Sorry… I just-... The only scars I have are the ones from before the serum” the blond looked down at his hands closely where he could see the tiny faded scars on his knuckles from all the back alley fights he’d lost.
“What, you jealous, Stevie?” Bucky raised a curious eyebrow, amused. “As long as I don’t catch you lookin’ at me all sad again like you were earlier in the hospital room”
“I can’t help that” Steve pouted and he shoved on the brunet’s shoulder a little, trying to get him to lay down on his stomach “Well, I’m not lookin’ at you all sad this time anyways, I’m just looking”
Bucky was obedient as ever as he laid down in the middle of the bed like Steve instructed, folding his arms under his head and Steve hit play on the sci-fi movie, adding some faint background noise to the quiet room. After popping the cap the blond slicked up his hands slightly, warming the oil between his palms.
“I know you’ve got a lot of metal in your back, if I’m hurting you, you have to tell me” Steve made sure he said it firmly enough for it to register as an order.
“I will, Stevie”
“Good boy”
Finally, Steve touched him and Bucky was basically purring again. He let his eyes slip closed as Steve’s hands lightly skimmed over his shoulders, his skin rippling at the barest touch. Steve slid his leg over to sit on the backs of Bucky’s thighs and his whole body went limp when Steve started firmly palming the back of his neck.
Steve got fully absorbed into his work, dedicated to finding every knot and spot that drew a breathy gasp or a whine or any reaction from the man under his hands. When he dug his thumbs into Bucky’s spine, right at the base of his back and drew deep circles, Bucky let out a groan that was half pain, half pleasure.
“F-fuck…”
“That hurt, doll?”
“Uh huh…” but Bucky was pressing up into it as much as he could, and Steve wondered if sitting on the backs of his thighs was such a good idea after all, the little noises the brunet was making was causing Steve’s cock to twitch.
The blond kept drawing little circles on Bucky’s back, digging his fingers in to draw out even more breathy sounds, Steve almost getting addicted to the gasps and tiny moans. Every time he leaned over to rub at Bucky’s neck and shoulders the brunet would sigh contently as if he liked the feeling of Steve’s weight across him.
This was admittedly the last thing Steve had expected to be doing today, or really any time soon. This morning Steve was wondering if Bucky would even wake up soon or if he’d be sleeping in his comatose state all week, then when he had woken up confused with even more missing memories… Well, Steve hadn’t been expecting to see Bucky for a while. Not his Bucky, not this Bucky. The one that went boneless whenever Steve touched him, mumbled his words with a brooklyn accent, the one that liked nothing more than teasing and flirting and smirking at Steve.
Steve knew every version of Bucky was His Bucky, he knew that better than Bucky probably did. The Asset, Soldat, Winter Soldier- they didn’t go boneless and breathless whenever Steve touched them, they’d tense up and look confused and scared, but that was Bucky nonetheless and even the Asset liked being held. Bucky was always in there.
“Good boy…” Steve found himself whispering when the brunet lifted his head a bit so Steve could rub at the sides of his neck.
“Stevie… Can you put this back on? Please?” Bucky sluggishly raised his wrist.
“Yeah, Bucky, ‘course” Steve gently unclasped the purple ribbon from Bucky’s wrist “Lift your head again, doll”
He did so, but only just enough for Steve to loop the silk around his neck. Settling the ribbon in place the blond tightened the clasp and slipped a finger underneath to make sure it wasn’t strangling him. Bucky sighed happily.
“It can go tighter”
“I know,” Steve ran a finger over the front of Bucky’s neck, following the velvet and feeling the brunet swallow. “That’s good like that”
Bucky made a sound like he wanted to argue but he decided against it when Steve’s hand wrapped around his throat gently, squeezing, and Bucky moaned.
“Stevie…”
“Good boy, Bucky… Roll over for me”
When Steve let go and lifted up he heard Bucky complain quietly, but the soldier turned over, keeping his bent arms above his head. Steve sat back down on his lap, smiling softly at him.
“So pretty, huh?” Steve complimented.
Bucky’s eyes were glassy and his smile a little dopey, completely relaxed on the bed beneath him. Steve couldn’t help but grin when he put his hands on Bucky’s waist and felt him shudder, he could feel Bucky’s cock was half hard under him. The brunet hummed and seemed to glow at the praise.
Steve slid his hands over Bucky’s ribs gently, knowing his left side had a lot of metal hidden there, ghosting a hand over the soldier’s stomach and up to his chest. He squeezed Bucky’s pec, drawing another soft moan, before moving up to dance his fingers over his collarbone.
“Mmm your hands feel nice…” Bucky told him, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah? You gonna add it to the list of things you like?” Steve teased.
“Already on there” and he could tell from Bucky’s tone he was being serious.
“What else is on there?”
“Your kisses” he said, opening his steely blue eyes slowly to look at Steve “Can I have one?”
“So polite, aren’t you?” Steve smirked.
“Please?” Bucky added, he brought one arm down to get an elbow on the bed to lift himself up a little, trying to get closer.
“Since you asked so nicely” Steve laughed as he leaned down, cupping Bucky’s face in his hands as he pressed his lips against Bucky’s eager mouth.
Bucky moaned into it sweetly, like he’d been waiting forever. He pushed up into the kiss, sitting upright and wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist to pull the blond in.
“Stevie…” he whined when they broke apart. Bucky’s arms were tight around him and Steve could feel the cool metal hand slipping under his clothes, making him shiver slightly. “Stevie, can I have another? Can you take your shirt off?”
“You get greedy so quick” he laughed but Steve did lean back a little to pull his shirt off and Bucky’s hands were immediately sliding up his sides to touch his chest.
“It’s not fair, you see me shirtless more than I see you shirtless” Bucky pouted and Steve gasped quietly when Bucky’s metal fingers ran across his hard nipple. “And you have better tits than me”
“Bucky!” Steve felt the blush in his cheeks straight away, especially when Bucky’s hands were suddenly groping his chest “Don’t call ‘em that” he hissed when his cock twitched hard.
“But they are, you have bigger tits than most gals-”
Steve caught the brunet by the chin and quickly shut him up with another kiss. He pressed his tongue inside Bucky’s hot mouth this time and swallowed the groan the soldier let slip. Steve couldn’t help but make a desperate noise as well when Bucky’s hand squeezed his pecs again. “ Fuck-” Why did Bucky always have to call them tits?
When they broke apart this time Bucky dipped his head and placed a wet kiss on Steve’s chest, then another, then another even lower, until he drew Steve nipple into his mouth and-
“Shit- Bucky-” Steve hissed out between his teeth, his hand coming up to tangle in the back of the brunet’s long hair. “Every time we cuddle-” he gasped when the hot wet mouth on his chest started to nip “-you always end up mouthing at me-”
“You complainin’, Rogers?” Bucky leaned back to look at his handiwork, having left Steve’s nipple pink and wet.
“No-”
“Good, I like mouthing at you” when Bucky leaned in this time it was to kiss at the blond’s neck, nipping and sucking at the thin sensitive skin there. “I wanna put my mouth on you, Stevie…” the brunet’s hands were rubbing at Steve’s hips.
“Yeah, I can tell- ah… Jesus, Buck, you trying to mark me up?”
Bucky pouted “It fades too quick…” he said as he tried to suck a dark hickey onto the pale skin just above Steve’s collarbone. Steve’s fingers twitched where they were holding the brunet’s waist and he couldn’t help moaning when Bucky rolled his hips up against him.
“Stevie?” Bucky asked innocently, hot breath against Steve’s neck.
“Hm?”
“Can I put my mouth on you even more? Can I suck your cock?”
“Fuckin’- God, doll,” Steve’s brain stopped working for a second as it processed the question. “Bucky, no-”
“ Please, I-I’d be so good for you…” Bucky whispered in Steve's ear, begging “Please, please…”
“We really- we really shouldn’t…”
But Steve was still sitting in Bucky’s lap, wasn’t he? Steve hadn’t budged at all, hadn’t told the brunet to stop or made any kind of motion to prevent him from touching and kissing and sucking- “God…”
“You want me to” Steve could hear the frown in Bucky’s voice even if he had let his eyes slide shut at the feeling of Bucky’s hand pressing down on the bulge in his jeans. “We’ve done it before… Haven’t we? Just not… recently. But we have, I know we have, just like I know we’ve fucked before”
Steve’s weak protests were falling on deaf ears and he didn’t think he really wanted Bucky to listen anyways. The soldier might not remember fully, but Bucky had sucked him off before. Many times, especially during the war. In the tent they shared, and Steve would have to bite down on something to stop him from moaning out loud and waking the Howlie’s because Bucky’s mouth-
“I know we have, my mouth remembers what you feel like, I know I can’t fit all of you unless I choke-”
Steve put his hand over the brunet’s mouth, cutting him off, making him whine against his palm. “Your mouth is driving me crazy enough” he said firmly “You aren’t sucking me off” and Bucky whined again this time, louder, complaining.
Sharp teeth gently nipped at Steve’s fingers and the glint in those steel blue eyes said he wasn’t done arguing about it, but Steve just tightened his grip on Bucky’s jaw.
“Ah, ah, be a good boy, Bucky… Be sweet for me and lay back on the bed” he pushed a little and Bucky went down easy, letting the hand over his mouth and the other on his waist lead him back down to the mattress. “We’ve had a weird week, I don’t want you choking and crying on my cock today…”
“N-not today?” Bucky asked quietly when Steve finally removed his hand, he sounded hopeful.
“Maybe one day, if you still wanna…” Steve shrugged.
“I wanna suck your cock now, Stevie” Bucky reached up for him, pouting when the blond laughed.
“No, Buck” Steve repeated firmly.
Steve shifted them so he wasn’t sitting on top of Bucky’s hips anymore, which got another complaint from the smaller man, but Steve only rearranged them so he was kneeling between Bucky’s legs instead. He lifted him up by the backs of his thighs and pulled him down the mattress, Bucky’s ass squarely in Steve’s lap this time.
Those steel blue eyes dilated and Bucky’s pink-kissed lips parted on a gasp as he felt Steve’s strong hands on his ass. “Can- are you gonna-”
“No, Bucky,” Steve said again, knowing full well what he was thinking “I’m not gonna fuck you either”
“Why not?” Bucky let his head fall back against the mattress in frustration “Why can’t you? What stupid rule says you’re not allowed to fuck me?”
“When you stop following your stupid rules, I’ll stop following mine” Steve said smugly, smirking down at the frowning brunet.
“That’s not fair! Stevie-” Bucky instantly tried to sit up but Steve’s firm hand shoved him back against the bed. “That’s not- I can’t just- your rules are just made up!”
“So? Just how it is, doll” Steve shrugged but he softened the blow by leaning down and kissing him again. Bucky rolled his hips up against his and they moaned against each other's lips.
“That’s not fuckin’ fair, I want you to cum in my mouth” Bucky mumbled between kisses “You said I was good, you said- Stevie- you said I was pretty-”
“You are… ” Steve told him as he took in the view beneath him, watching as Bucky panted and licked the spit from his wet lips. “So goddamn pretty, babe”
“Then fuck me” the soldier whined again and ground his ass against Steve’s bulge.
“No.”
“I can feel how hard you are, Steve, you want it too- why can’t we just-”
Steve’s strong hands cupped his hips stopping him from grinding his ass down but Bucky still kept trying to wriggle. It would be so easy, Steve knew it would be, to just… just do it. Just let the urge win and for them to strip naked- or maybe even not- Bucky looked so eager, so desperate, and Steve was so fucking hard…
Bucky, for a split second, had thought Steve was Pierce today. When he had first woken up, bleary and confused, Bucky had looked up at Steve and said Pierce’s name. He had asked for Rumlow multiple times. That was only hours ago, and even if Bucky was Bucky right now- it still wasn’t… it wasn’t really right, was it? Steve didn’t know if…
“Are you-... Do you not wanna?” Bucky asked quietly, frowning up at him in confusion.
“I do… I just-...” Steve didn’t know how to say it really. Didn’t know if this was just him being too far into his own head or if this really was something therapist Mary would disagree with. Was this just going to mess with Bucky’s head, his recovery? It wasn’t like he was the Asset right now.
Bucky was staring up at him, frowning.
“Do you… not want anyone to know?”
“Oh, doll…” his heart sank in his chest.
“Because I won’t tell anyone-” he said quickly.
“Bucky, that’s not what I’m worried about” Steve cupped his cheek and gave him a sweet brief kiss. “I’m not embarrassed or ashamed or anything like that, it’s nothing like that, it’s never anything like that ever” he reassured him “And you know I want it, you can feel I want it”
Steve took Bucky’s hand in his and let him feel how hard he was in his jeans. Bucky’s lips parted on a breathy sigh as his fingers felt the outline of Steve’s thick cock under the denim.
“Then why? Am I not askin’ nice enough?”
“I’m being serious about the rule thing”
“Oh, fuck off, Stevie” Bucky got the metal arm underneath him so he could sit up to get in Steve’s face “Natalia said you wanted to untrain the Asset but I didn’t think you meant like this ”
“I’m not trying to untrain you, but-”
“You can’t- you can’t, Stevie. I’ve already stopped following as many of HYDRA’s rules as I can-”
“Shh, Bucky… I’m not trying to untrain you or whatever Nat said, okay?” Steve soothed as he ran his hand up Bucky’s chest. “If you want me to do more than give you kisses and handjobs however, you’re gonna start working on eating solid foods again”
“W-what?” Bucky stared at him.
“I was thinking about that dream I had earlier, the one where we were arguing. When we made up again we ate pizza on the couch together”
They had finished off the cheap greasy pizza while listening to the radio and when it had started raining outside Bucky had put towels against the window frames and dragged Steve into the bedroom so they could curl up under the covers together. “You have wet hair, Stevie, I don’t want you catchin’ a cold. Lemme keep you warm…”
Bucky had kept him warm alright.
“So, you agree?” Steve asked the brunet.
“If I promise to eat a pizza tomorrow, will you fuck me?” Bucky was still frowning, his head tilted to the side in obvious confusement.
“No, you’ll have to do a little more than just eat a pizza if you want me to fuck you” Steve snorted. “Promise me you’re gonna really try the diet plan Cho gave you weeks ago”
“What do I get in return?”
“So, you wanna bargain?” Steve smirked.
Bucky looked a little unsure. He hadn’t been a big fan of the solid food diet plan when Doctor Cho had first initiated it, mostly because his stomach just wasn’t used to solid food so he’d thrown up a few times.
“You know what I want…” Bucky mumbled, his fingers playing with the zipper of Steve’s jeans.
“Yeah, well aware…” Steve laughed “How about you promise me that tomorrow you’ll try the diet plan, and I’ll finger you over my lap?”
Bucky’s half lidded eyes suddenly snapped open, sitting up again now that Steve had fully caught his attention with such a tempting offer.
“You only get one finger though, you haven’t even started the diet yet, just promising to. But if you stick to it, you’ll get more” Steve explained and Bucky was scrambling to pull himself up to sit in Steve’s lap again.
“I want your fingers-” the brunet rushed to get the words out with wide eyes “I’ll eat”
“You promise?”
“Yeah, yes, Stevie, I promise”
Steve grinned into the sloppy quick kiss Bucky gave him, the soldier cupping Steve’s face. “Get your pants off then” Steve smirked when the brunet immediately got up to wriggle out of the remainder of his clothes.
“What do I have to do to get your cock in my mouth?” Bucky asked as he put his hands on Steve’s knees, opening them a little “Why are you still in your fuckin’ jeans?”
Steve shifted back on the bed to be sitting up against the headboard, shirtless but much to Bucky’s dislike he hadn’t even unzipped his jeans yet.
“Because I want you to cum all over them, now get over my lap” he said, patting his thigh.
The brunet’s eyes were almost black from how much his pupils had dilated, his cock was hard and twitching as he crawled back onto the bed. As he laid down over Steve’s lap he asked “A-are you gonna spank me again?”
“I hadn’t been planning on it…”
Bucky was in the perfect position for a spanking however, hips in Steve’s lap, the soft pale skin of his ass presented. Steve felt the soldier shiver as he ran his hand up the back of Bucky’s thigh, over the apple of his ass to grab at the flesh.
“You’ve been such a good boy, after all…” Steve murmured “You do get so greedy though, don’t ya, Buck? Just a massage, just a kiss, then another… now look at you. Across my lap, wanting my fingers in you”
“ Please” Bucky whined and ground his hips down against Steve’s thigh “Please, stop talking about it and do it-”
Steve slapped his hand down on the pale skin of Bucky’s thigh, just below the meat of his ass, and he got a small yelp in response. “Have a little patience, Barnes, Jesus…” he grinned.
“Steve, you’ve been touching me for over an hour! I’m gonna go crazy- even crazier- ow!” Bucky whimpered when his words earned him another slap.
The red marks blossomed into such pretty handprints and Steve picked up the bottle of baby oil “Reach back and show me, doll” he instructed lowly.
Bucky reached back with shaky fingers and grabbed his ass to spread himself open with a quiet moan. His metal hand looked so striking against his pale flesh. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, babe…” and when Steve ran his thumb across Bucky’s hole the brunet almost sounded like he wanted to cry.
Steve drizzled some of the baby oil there, letting some slide down over his own fingers. Bucky was begging again, babbling as Steve’s thumb continued to rub circles over his entrance.
“You want it?”
“Fuck, fuck, you know I do” the brunet’s cock was hard and rubbing against the rough denim covering Steve’s thigh “Please Stevie, I’m fuckin’ beggin’- Oh my god-”
Steve slipped a slick finger in, only halfway, and Bucky clenched down around it as he made a high pitched keening sound. The way he was shaking it was obvious he was already so close to cumming, having been on edge for so long.
“Relax…” Steve told him firmly as he pulled his hand back only to press in again. Bucky did his best to relax, to untighten, but his cock was leaking and throbbing. He lifted his ass a little higher, repositioned his hands and let out a wet shaky breath.
Steve slid his finger all the way in, to the knuckle and as he did so he reached under Bucky’s hips to wrap his other hand around his cock. The brunet shoved his face into the mattress but Steve still heard the loud muffled groan. His hips rocking forward into Steve’s hand then shoving back against the finger in his ass “Oh my fuckin’ god-”
“Good boy, don’t cum just yet” Steve told him.
“Oh my god” Bucky repeated, his entire body trembling and Steve started moving his hand up and down his shaft. “Please, please let me-”
“Do you ever do this to yourself, Buck? Have you done this to yourself since you came here, or am I the first in months-” Steve couldn’t help but ask
“I haven’t… Fuck, S-Stevie, no one but you” the soldier rambled out as he bucked his hips between Steve’s hands, desperate and wild and Steve felt like he was gonna cum in his own jeans just watching him. “W-when I was on my own, I didn’t even really think about it- unless… Unless I dreamt about it”
“Yeah? What about since you came here?” Steve asked.
“I-I… God, sometimes I…” Bucky trailed off sounding shy.
“Go on, tell me. Sometimes you.. What?”
Steve’s hand squeezed Bucky’s cock just under the head and it seemed to short circuit his brain for a second, his body tensing up as he tried not to cum. “Ah-ah, Stevie, Stevie, I’ll cum- Don’t do that”
“Tell me”
“Fuck, sometimes I… touch myself. I-I don’t, I haven’t… fingered myself. Not like this” Bucky said breathlessly.
“No, why not? You seem to like it so much”
Steve crooked his finger against Bucky’s prostate and the brunet had to bite down on the blankets to muffle the scream, and he grabbed at the base of his cock, hard, to stop himself from cumming. Bucky was crying, Steve heard him sobbing into the sheets as his hips rutted helplessly.
“Stevie, ‘m gonna cum” he slurred.
“Uh uh, answer my question” Steve drew his finger out halfway. Bucky tried to fuck himself back onto it so the blond held his hip tight to stop him.
“I don’t know- I… I’m not used to it” he admitted “No one ever fingers me”
“Well, get used to it. You keep your promise and I’ll finger you as often as you like” Steve leaned down to press a kiss on his shoulder.
“W-with two fingers?” Bucky quickly asked “If I eat tomorrow, will you give me two? Please… F-fuck, please, I can be good”
“If you eat and behave”
“What if I promise now?”
“Don’t be so fuckin’ greedy, Bucky. You’re already so close just from this” Steve spanked him again.
“I’m so close, I-I’m so fuckin’ close, I wanna cum, please. Please” Bucky sobbed.
Steve couldn’t help but press down against his own hard cock in his jeans “Jesus…” he hissed out “Yeah? You gonna make a mess again?”
Bucky couldn’t answer, only capable of making lewd sounds, too busy panting and drooling all over the sheets. He was already making a mess it seemed, spit on his lips, cock leaking all over Steve’s thigh. He sobbed again when Steve’s long fingers grazed his bundle of nerves.
“I wanna cum all over you, Buck” Steve said out loud.
That was it, Bucky was cumming. He turned his face into the mattress and he made a desperate high pitched noise as he gasped and groaned, his hips stuttered and his entire body tightened down on the finger in his ass. “St-fuck, ah- oh my fuckin’- Stevie, Stevie I’m cumming- ” and Steve could feel Bucky’s cock throbbing in his hand as he stroked it, squeezing him, milking him of his orgasm.
“Pretty boy… My sweet thing, ain’t ya, Bucky? So sweet, so well behaved, so desperate for it”
The brunet nodded sluggishly against the sheets, panting hard “‘M good… ‘m Stevie’s…” his hips still rocking ever so slightly as his body was shuddering
“You all mine, Buck?”
“Yesss…” the smaller man hissed. Steve ran his thumb over the head of Bucky’s cock as he drew his finger out of his ass and Bucky let himself collapse into the blond’s lap. “Stevie’s…”
“Good boy”
Bucky blinked a few times as he attempted to catch his breath, his eyes wide and glassy, eyelashes and cheeks damp with tears and his mouth wet from his own drool. He looked fucked out and dreamy as he stared up at Steve.
“Stevie’s…” he repeated, quietly. “You gonna cum on me? Is it your turn to make a mess?”
Bucky rolled over, off of Steve’s lap onto the bed and he reached up for the blond to pull him over him. Steve went willingly, gasping as Bucky’s hands ghosted over his waist. He could feel Bucky shaking from the aftershocks still and his flesh hand was trembling. Steve was kneeling over Bucky’s thighs again, his hands either side of his head and the brunet leaned up on his elbows to kiss him. Out of breath and sloppy and Steve moaned into it when he felt Bucky’s hands on his zipper.
“F-fuck” Steve groaned.
The heavy weight of his cock was in Bucky’s cool metal hand, finally pulled out of his pants and he could feel how gentle, how careful Bucky was being as he danced his fingers over the head. Steve pushed his hips forward, sliding his hot member against the cool metal making him shudder “Holy shit-”
“The mouth on you” Bucky chided.
“You’re o-one to talk” Steve managed to retort but his eyes fluttered closed when the metal hand was joined by Bucky’s flesh one, squeezing the base of Steve’s cock while the metal lightly brushed against the wet tip.
“It won’t take much” Steve warned “M-maybe I was teasing you for too long…”
“You think?” Bucky snorted “Don’t worry, doll, I’m not as cruel as you are, I’m not gonna make you beg”
“Bucky…” he moaned.
When the metal hand cupped his balls Steve’s vision went blurry and he had to blink the fog away so he could keep looking at the brunet sprawled out underneath him. Bucky really was so pretty… his muscles so firm but his flesh still so soft under Steve’s touch. Hair loose around his face, lips parted on a sigh. Those big doe eyes. That ribbon on his neck.
Steve wrapped his hand around Bucky’s, squeezing so the brunet would tighten his hold on his cock as he pumped him. His hips started to stutter.
“Yeah, cum all over me, Stevie, just like you said you wanted to. I want it, I wanna feel it” Bucky whispered.
Steve’s vision whited out as he came, gasping Bucky’s name as he covered the brunet’s stomach in his seed. Bucky’s hand wrapped around his cock, twisting over the head to get the last couple of drops on his fingers. “Bucky-ah” he moaned and when his vision swam back into focus he could see Bucky licking his fingers clean “Jesus…”
Without thinking Steve smeared his own fingers through the mess he’d made on Bucky’s stomach and the soldier obediently opened his mouth when he raised them to his lips, taking Steve’s fingers in to suck the cum off with a quiet, happy sound. Steve ran his thumb over Bucky’s plump bottom lip, wiping away the drool.
Steve almost made an idiot of himself by saying something he shouldn’t. I love you so much on the tip of his tongue. Instead he leaned down and kissed the brunet, tasting himself on his lips. Bucky was humming happily and when Steve collapsed on the bed at his side, the brunet rolled into him, placing his head on Steve’s chest. Listening to his heart rate slowly come back to normal.
“You’ll have to thank Barton for the DVD player” Bucky mumbled. “Watching movies in bed was a good plan, Stevie”
“Yeah, I’m full of ‘em” Steve’s voice was low, eyes closed. “My next idea is ordering pizza because I’m hungry again”
“I’ll have some”
“Yeah, I bet you will” Steve smirked.