bakerstreet | The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

Steve shifted his head side to side, trying to work out the kinks in his shoulders and upper back as he walked. Other than an hour of PT in the morning, he'd spent the rest of the day in meeting with the brass, trying to justify new missions to search out the smaller HYDRA bases on the front. He knew a certain amount of bureaucracy was involved in the army but never had thought it'd take so much of his time, particularly time he was hoping to relax in. At least he was able to spare the rest of the Howling Commandos the meetings, though Agent Carter and Colonel Philips were both stuck in the same meetings as him.

He'd walked Agent Carter back to her own quarters before heading towards his own. It was late and his own quarters wasn't all that far off, for which he was thankful for. As Captain, he was due his own quarters but he'd opted to share with Bucky like they usually did in the field. Steve opened the door to the room as quietly as he could, hoping that if Bucky was asleep, he wouldn't wake the other man up.

The minute Steve steps out of the tent, Bucky loses it. Stripping naked, he craws under the blanket of his cot. It's a feeling he can never admit to Steve, feelings he's always harbored. Steve is more than just his best friend. Steve is everything to him. When he had been captured, he was sure he'd never see Steve again. Not only did his best friend save him, he'd grown. Oh sure, he was still the same Steve inside, but fuck if he wasn't built now. Like the gorgeous soldier that he was. He didn't blame all the girls for staring at him.

Bucky stared too, just not as overtly. If he had, people would find out. And that couldn't happen. Two men didn't do that.

He didn't do this often. Only when he was sure Steve would be gone. And with that dame, Carter, he was sure Steve would take longer. He was probably a sight. When Steve walks in, his eyes are closed, his lips parted as he softly moans Steve's name. One hand wraps firmly around himself, stroking as he pictures Steve in his mind. The worst part is probably the fact that Bucky doesn't hear Steve come in right away. So, he doesn't stop.

"Steve," he pants, his hips bucking up a little off the cot.

It was clear from the first moment he steps into the tent that he probably didn't need to be extra quiet because Bucky was definitely not asleep like he expected. Or maybe it was a good thing he did or he would not have seen this.

If he hadn't, he wouldn't have believed Bucky felt this way about him. Best friends were all he ever hoped for with Bucky, especially seeing the dames that Bucky went out with all the time. What he wants with Bucky wasn't possible anyway; two men can't be together.

Faced with this here and now, he could only give a strangled cough, face flushing a bright red.

Bucky smiled, one hand on his cock, the other over his mouth to try to stifle his moans. His back arches and he writhes beneath the thin army blanket on his cot. He is so lost in himself that he doesn't hear Steve.

Until he hears that cough.

He blinks, his hand stilling and his eyes fluttering open. His jaw drops as he takes in his best friend, staring at him and looking as red as a tomato. "Steve," he squeaks out, sitting up a little. The blanket slipped down to his chest in the process. "I... I thought you had a meeting with Carter?"

Slowly, he moved his hand down to his thigh.

"Steve? You okay?"

Steve's never allowed himself to wonder what Bucky looks like in pleasure. Those thoughts were dangerous and he thought his friend would never turn to him for those. And why should Bucky when Bucky seemingly had his pick of dames?

He licks his suddenly dry lips as the blanket slips down to reveal Bucky's bare chest. Logically it shouldn't be anything especially erotic as they grew up together and recently fought together; they've seen each other naked plenty of times already.

"Fine...I..meeting ended early." He stammered, face still red and eyes fixed on the place where the blanket covered Bucky's hand.

"Did it?" Bucky didn't dare move except to breathe. He wasn't sure what to do in this situation. It never was a situation he had pictured in his mind. Steve was his best friend. And, truthfully, Steve would never be more than that. Steve liked dames, even if he kept striking out with them. He saw the way Steve looked at Carter.

Or did he?

And, of course, there was the bordering on painful erection Bucky was trying not to think about. "I, uh..." Bucky had never been one to be speechless. Finding words and saying them was easy to him. Suddenly, he felt like Steve in that moment. His hand trembled, slowly sitting up and letting the blanket fall a little further, down to his abs. "I was just..."

Bucky swallowed. Better to just be honest with his best friend. "Steve, uh, I... I need a couple minutes here. Think you could come back? I..." Bucky reached up, rubbing his now red face with the palm of his hand.

"I'm sorry, Steve. I... I didn't think you would come back. Please... Please don't hate me?"

"Yeah...He liked dames well enough but there were also plenty of times he's forced himself not to stare too long at men (and especially not at his best friend). Steve's never allowed himself to think otherwise that he and Bucky could have something beyond friendship. Peggy was beautiful and special and if he couldn't have anything with Bucky then maybe he could have something with Peggy.

Or so he thought.

He kept on staring, his eyes following the movement of the blanket down to where he could see Bucky's abs.

"Sorry...sorry...I didn't mean to interrupt..." He started to blabber only stop cold when he heard the plea for him to not Bucky. "..hate you? Bucky...I could never..." He took a deep breath and steeling himself, he continued. "I...I could go away again right now...I'm sure I can bunk with one of the others...or...Icangiveyouahand?"

"No, you..."

Bucky didn't finish his sentence. He wanted to say that Steve didn't interrupt, but they both knew that was a lie. He swallowed, itching to continue but he couldn't. Not with Steve standing there, staring at him like that.

He swallowed, wishing the world would just cave in and eat him about now. That's how embarrassed he felt. Hearing Steve say he'd never hate him took the edge off a little, but only a little. That was, until he heard the rest. His eyes widened and he stared up at Steve like the man had two heads.

"You," he squeaked out. "You want to..." His hands trembled and his cock twitched just at the thought of it. "I... I thought you liked Peggy," he mumbled. "Steve... Don't say something you'll regret."

They've seen each other naked plenty of times throughout the years since they were kids. He hasn't been much to look at before the serum but Bucky had always been handsome and he's looked when he was one hundred percent sure that Bucky wasn't going to catch up at it.

This time, he wasn't hiding how much he was looking.

"Peggy's...I like her just fine and she'll always be special to me but it's always been you first, Bucky." He held out two hands. "If you still want me to go I will but I won't ever regret saying this." Rather, if he left right now without saying a word Steve thought he'll regret that even more.

Slowly, Bucky pulled back the blanket, revealing how bare he really was beneath the covers. His body betrayed him, glistening with sweat, his hands trembling beside his thighs. He wanted nothing more to pick up where he'd left off, but he hesitated, staring hungrily at his best friend.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Swallowing slightly, he sat up a little higher, staring into Steve's eyes. "Please, don't go," he murmured, urging for Steve to join him on the bed. All he wanted, all he really wanted was Bucky.

Steve's looked before but those were quick, furtive glances where he was too busy concentrating on not getting caught. This time he can and is actually invited to look his fill. And Bucky looks good, even for someone who's been on wartime rations for too long. His gaze is drawn towards the place where Bucky's hand had been previously and he swallows hard, face not losing one iota of the reddish hue it's gained since entering the tent.

At Bucky's urging, he was taking the few steps into the tent, belatedly reminded to fasten it tightly from the inside so no one could interrupt them. He stumbled on the last step to the cot before regaining his balance and sitting heavily down on edge of Bucky's cot.

"I'm here...tell me what to do."

Bucky groaned, feeling the cot creak as Steve joined him on it. A part of him prayed that it could hold them both, not sure how heavy Steve was now that he was super soldier Rogers. He swallowed, one hand reaching out to gently wrap his fingers around Steve's. There was a visible tremble he was sure Steve felt as he pulled his hand down to rest between his legs.

"You're cute when you blush," he murmured. Leaning in close, he pressed his lips to Steve's neck, nuzzling him there. One arm reached around Steve, wanting to feel them close together.

He smiled, his breath warm against Steve's skin. "What do you want to do? You... You've done something, haven't you?"

Steve has the same worry as Bucky; the cot he usually sleeps on bears his weight quite well, but two of them? They weren't built for that at all. If Bucky's trembling then he could also feel how Steve's hands were sweating as well. He pressed his hand tentatively against the hard cock he found there, whimpering a little as Bucky nuzzled his neck at the same time.

"I can't help it...and we can do anything you want? It's only dames I've...." As he pressed close with Bucky he was reminded that between the two of them, one of them was over dressed. "Here...I should..." He began to pull of his tie one-handed, followed by the jacket and the shirt.

Bucky watched Steve, staring with eyes wide and unable to look away. He watched Steve approach. And he watched as Steve began to remove his clothes. The man was built like a god, thanks to the serum that he'd taken. Still, muscles or not, it was still Steve beneath the skin. That's what he'd found so attractive. Not the shell, but the man inside of him.

He chuckled. "I don't have much experience with men either. Dames are, well, they're kind of the same. A little, at least." He didn't want Steve to pull away, but if it meant more skin, he'd suffer through it.

"How about what we want?"

Sometimes it felt like cheating to go from a 90-pound weakling to the body he had now in under an hour, risk of dying in extreme pain or not. Bucky hasn't changed much, a little more thin and gaunt but on the whole he hadn't changed on the inside. Still the best friend he's been attracted to since puberty.

"Still more experience than me." He pointed out as he dropped his pants and underwear in a corner of the tent along with his other clothes.

Steve's face flushed pink as he answered and sat down close to Bucky again. "I...I want to touch you. Everywhere. And kiss you too. We can start there?"

"We can start wherever you want." He smiled warmly as he leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Steve's. One hand reached up to cup the back of his neck, pulling him in close. If Steve wanted to experiment and learn where to touch, Bucky would happily be that person for Steve.

He'd do anything for his best friend. He loved him.

"Experience doesn't matter. Feelings do." His lips kissed lower, sucking lightly on Steve's neck as he pulled his best friend closer. One leg lifted, rubbing against Steve's as they cuddled on the cot. "Just take it slow. You always have me."

Steve kissed back eagerly and followed the hand pulling him close. Now that he has permission, he's eager (and also a bit nervous) to get started, slightly sweaty palms moving down to caress the chest and abs he'd been staring at hungrily earlier.

"I should still make it good for you though." He moaned, careful to keep it soft and low as his friend's mouth move lower to suck at his neck. "A sure thing, are you?"

"Steve, for you, I'll always be a sure thing." He pulled back, staring at Steve with a deep look of love in his eyes. "Always have been. You... You are my best friend. You're everything, Steve. I wasn't leaving you at HYDRA. Won't leave you now. Not if I can help it." One hand reached up, cupping Steve's cheek and brushing it lightly with his thumb.

The other dipped lower, down to Steve's hip, squeezing it gently. Using soft pressure, his fingers dug into the hipbone there.

"Doesn't matter how bad it is. It will be good. It's us, Steve. It's finally our time." He smiled a bit wider and leaned in, sucking lightly on Steve's bottom lip. "Just relax. Go with it..."

Steve could read the truth in Bucky's eyes, that his friend meant every word. And it was true the other way around as well. He will always be a sure thing for Bucky. He will always be Bucky's best friend, or something more.

"You gotta tell me if I do something wrong, 'kay?" Steve trailed his lips down to Bucky's jaw, then down the neck, sucking and kissing lightly. The hand at his hip was nice, but not quite where he wanted and he pressed his rising erection into Bucky's thigh, hoping for the hand to move.

A groan slipped out as Bucky welcomed his best friend into his arms. "Can't do anything wrong," he muttered. One of his hands crept down to the small of his back, gently caressing the skin he found there. His other hand slipped between them, hesitantly wrapping a hand around Steve and stroking him.

His fingers moved slowly, his thumb swirling around the tip and trying to tease Steve with each touch. His eyes closed and he arched his back slightly, pushing up against Steve. The man felt like a solid wall of muscle, hard and firm against his body, yet curved in all the right places.

"Steve," he moaned into his best friend's ear, his voice echoing all the pleasure he was feeling.

Steve was well aware of his own strength these days, that he could seriously hurt Bucky without meaning to. He should be making Bucky feel good, not just okay or worse. His eyes widened as he felt a hand wrap around his hard cock, stroking him tentatively and he whined in response, thrusting forward into the touch.

"Bucky...feels good, Bucky..." He dropped one leg over one of Bucky's thighs trying for more skin to skin contact.

His lips kissed down to just below Steve's ear, letting them brush lightly against his soft skin. He nods his head in understanding, keeping up the pace with his hand and moving in time with his best friend. His noises are soft, moaning into Steve's ear at just how good everything felt.

Though, he wondered if they should just move this to the floor.

"Just move," he gently urged Steve. "Do whatever you want, try anything that feels good." He wanted Steve to know that this was as much for Steve as it was for himself. He needed his best friend to try things, learn what he liked and didn't like. His hips bucked up off the cot, wanting to have that friction against Steve. "Oh yes..."

The (Reverse) Smut Picture Prompt Meme

let's try pre-soldier? Hope this is okay...

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[ I want to keep going but I'm not feeling smutty, so fingers crossed... ]

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I am so sorry, I'm trying, I'm just not feeling very smutty lately :( Plurk me?