[Yeah. Bucky shouldn't have started this. Because now he realizes there's no way he's going to be able to stop.]
I really like how you sound, saying my name like that...
[His hips bear down, grinding against Steve as he bites against the base of his jaw. His hands run all over his torso, touching each inch of him like he's memorizing the terrain.]
[There's not much Steve can say to that. His brain tells him he should say something but he can't do much more than moan, arching at the touch, trying to tug at Bucky, wordlessly telling him to pull off his own shirt.
Steve could easily rip it off Bucky himself, but that'll be the next step.
It feels amazing, and they haven't even done anything; Steve's finding it hard to bite back the little noises he's making.]
[Bucky is drinking up these noises. At the tug, he gets the hint and pushes himself up enough to reach back and drag his shirt off. When he stretches back out and feels their skin press together, it's all he can do to not strip them both right there on the couch.]
Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Can't let it have all the fun...
[He grins, running his hands through Steve's hair before kissing him again, deepening it without hesitation.]
[It takes Steve a couple of tries before he's able to speak.]
Bedroom?
[He doesn't say anything else, returning the kiss eagerly, sucking at Bucky's tongue with a moan. The way things are headed, he's pretty sure they're going to end up completely naked on the couch, and that doesn't sound like the most erotic of places to do something on, especially not for a first time with someone.]
[He remembers the times Bucky took him to bars in the 30s, the kind of bars where you had to wink at the doorman because alcohol hadn't actually been legal at the time.
He's actually surprised at how sober he feels, considering the amount the two of them drank.]
I don't feel drunk.
[Not that he could necessarily tell, but his words aren't slurring as badly as they would for someone without a super-soldier's metabolism.]
[Steve beams at the pet name, but nods. He may not be sober, but he's not going to be pushy about this.]
Okay. That's fine.
[He's pretty sure he'll sober up fast. As things are, he can't really see himself changing his mind. But moving slow is good, very good. He brushes a hand against the side of Bucky's face, his other through his hair.]
[He ducks his head, smiling fondly at the touches and the words]
I should have just kept my 11am appointment... C'mon. Sweetheart.
[Yeah, he didn't miss that smile. He's got a list of pet names a mile long he wants to use.
Bucky climbs off and grabs Steve's hands to drag him off and toward his room. But he only makes it to the hall before he's pushing Steve against a wall, kissing him again, smiling through the whole thing.]
[They did drink an entire bottle of mysterious alcohol that probably came from Thor, after all. Whatever Bucky had planned to do sounded kind of terrible, actually. This is a lot better, even if it's going to involve Steve doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.
He can tell already this is going to be a spend all day with Bucky sort of day.
Steve lets Bucky leave him, and doesn't complain at all when they end up stopped in the hall, enthusiastic about the entire situation, one hand firmly tangled in Bucky's hair.]
[His metal hand is pinning Steve's hip to the wall as the flesh hand tangles into Steve's as well. The kiss is all heat, no space between their bodies. Bucky is panting when he pulls back, grins, and tugs Steve forward enough to get him inside the bedroom.
Or at least to the door frame where he can't help but herd Steve back against something. He can't stop kissing him for long, now that he can.]
I want to leave marks all over you. Fuck, baby. You have no idea all the things I want to do to you...
[Steve groans, letting out a few breathy laughs. He's never had attention like this before, not even from Peggy. It's not like the two of them had done more than flirt, and even then it hadn't been anything but subtitles they could sneak between missions.
He bangs up against the door frame, breathing in sharply, but moans into the kiss, before he's wrapping both arms around Bucky again, one arm moving lower so he can hook his arm around the other man's waist.]
You can. I'll let you. Oh, god, Bucky.
[It doesn't matter if any marks he makes will heal over in minutes, because the idea is so appealing right now he doesn't care.]
[Bucky needs no more encouragement than that. His teeth dig in against Steve's neck, marking the spot he wants. His eyes are dark as he looks at the imprint there against Steve's skin. And then he grins as he nuzzles in close and started to suck and kiss against it, abusing the skin until it's raised and vibrant red.]
Oh, Stevie. Sweetheart, you should see yourself. Wish I could paint you like this...
[He grabs him and leads backwards to the bed. When his knees connect he sits, pulling Steve forward to sit in his lap]
[There is nothing better than sinking his fingertips into Steve's hipbones and pulling him close. He makes another mark to mirror the first one on the other side of his neck. Then he's kissing down his Adam's Apple, flesh hand running opposite to it, up his back and into his hair]
I was too afraid, before. You were sick and...you'd never survive gettin' arrested. I'd never put you in danger, Stevie...
[Steve moans quietly, sliding on Bucky's lap easily, smiling down at Bucky. He can't help but think what this would have been like before, when Steve was small and sickly, and had a near-permanent wheeze.]
It would've been okay. We'd just have needed to be careful.
[But maybe Bucky has a point. Still, he wraps both his arms around Bucky loosely. One in his hair, the other on his hip.]
[Bucky growls into another kiss, claiming Steve's mouth for his own. His nails scratch down his spine, looking for any other way to leave marks.]
I was never going to put you in danger, baby. My job was to take care of you. I couldn't...I wouldn't have lived with myself if you'd gotten pinched for bein' with me. Or worse, you got bashed without me there...
[He leans back and strokes over his cheek, thumb brushing over his lip]
My heart rises and sets in your baby blues, Steve. You always come first.
[Steve's bright red, clearly not sure how to react to that, but returns the kiss eagerly.]
Were you always this charming?
[He's had his fair share of pet names thrown his way, charming lines from women. But this, this is something else entirely. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.
It's a good thing Steve Rogers is a terrible liar.]
This isn't anything like the pickup lines you told me about. Were you saving these for me?
Of course I saved these for you. Who can I save them for if not my best guy?
[The next kiss is almost tender in comparison to the other ones. Bucky moves and kisses both of those red cheeks next, pressing their foreheads together once more]
You're pretty as a picture, blushing like that, sugar. And that's no line. Just God's own truth.
[He laughs at that, still red and clearly enjoying himself.]
You've got a point there, pal.
[Steve likes this attention, the kisses, likes being this close to Bucky. He wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders so he can be as close as possible to the other man.]
[Bucky is enjoying himself, too. He's more and more sober by the second and if anyone feels lucky, it's him.]
I make you feel lucky, yet you call me pal. Don't think that's fair. I wax poetry on you and I get last-named?
[He's teasing and smiles to prove it as he kisses Steve deep again, pulling at his hair and licking into his mouth. He doesn't stop until his super-soldier lungs are burning.]
C'mon, Stevie. I know you learned something from me...
[God, this is all so much, almost too fast. If this hadn't felt like an eternity in the making he'd probably be more overwhelmed.]
Buck, you're the most important person in my entire life. You brought me into your home, worked double shifts more often 'n I can remember because we couldn't afford my medicine. You've been lookin' out for me for so long, you were doing it even in the War.
[Love. Holy shit. Steve just... He actually just... He said...
Bucky's eyes are wide as he stares at Steve in stunned disbelief. But it doesn't last. Pulling him close, Bucky turns them over, pushing Steve into the mattress as he lays on top of him]
I love you, Steve. Fuck...I've loved you from the moment I saw you. With all my heart. I'd work a thousand shifts, die a hundred times, do anything if it meant protecting you.
You're everything to me, Steve. You're. Just, everything...
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I really like how you sound, saying my name like that...
[His hips bear down, grinding against Steve as he bites against the base of his jaw. His hands run all over his torso, touching each inch of him like he's memorizing the terrain.]
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Steve could easily rip it off Bucky himself, but that'll be the next step.
It feels amazing, and they haven't even done anything; Steve's finding it hard to bite back the little noises he's making.]
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Cat got your tongue, sweetheart? Can't let it have all the fun...
[He grins, running his hands through Steve's hair before kissing him again, deepening it without hesitation.]
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Bedroom?
[He doesn't say anything else, returning the kiss eagerly, sucking at Bucky's tongue with a moan. The way things are headed, he's pretty sure they're going to end up completely naked on the couch, and that doesn't sound like the most erotic of places to do something on, especially not for a first time with someone.]
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How drunk are you, right now? Don't lie. You suck at lying. I...am not taking advantage of you if you're drunk.
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[He remembers the times Bucky took him to bars in the 30s, the kind of bars where you had to wink at the doorman because alcohol hadn't actually been legal at the time.
He's actually surprised at how sober he feels, considering the amount the two of them drank.]
I don't feel drunk.
[Not that he could necessarily tell, but his words aren't slurring as badly as they would for someone without a super-soldier's metabolism.]
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Stevie. Sweetheart...
[He chews on the rejection. On the 'another time' he should probably say. But... Steve was buzzed. Not drunk. And...well...]
Okay. Alright. But we're...just going kiss. A lot. And when you're feeling sober, we're going to...take it from there. Okay?
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Okay. That's fine.
[He's pretty sure he'll sober up fast. As things are, he can't really see himself changing his mind. But moving slow is good, very good. He brushes a hand against the side of Bucky's face, his other through his hair.]
I like this, Buck.
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I should have just kept my 11am appointment... C'mon. Sweetheart.
[Yeah, he didn't miss that smile. He's got a list of pet names a mile long he wants to use.
Bucky climbs off and grabs Steve's hands to drag him off and toward his room. But he only makes it to the hall before he's pushing Steve against a wall, kissing him again, smiling through the whole thing.]
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[They did drink an entire bottle of mysterious alcohol that probably came from Thor, after all. Whatever Bucky had planned to do sounded kind of terrible, actually. This is a lot better, even if it's going to involve Steve doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day.
He can tell already this is going to be a spend all day with Bucky sort of day.
Steve lets Bucky leave him, and doesn't complain at all when they end up stopped in the hall, enthusiastic about the entire situation, one hand firmly tangled in Bucky's hair.]
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Or at least to the door frame where he can't help but herd Steve back against something. He can't stop kissing him for long, now that he can.]
I want to leave marks all over you. Fuck, baby. You have no idea all the things I want to do to you...
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He bangs up against the door frame, breathing in sharply, but moans into the kiss, before he's wrapping both arms around Bucky again, one arm moving lower so he can hook his arm around the other man's waist.]
You can. I'll let you. Oh, god, Bucky.
[It doesn't matter if any marks he makes will heal over in minutes, because the idea is so appealing right now he doesn't care.]
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Oh, Stevie. Sweetheart, you should see yourself. Wish I could paint you like this...
[He grabs him and leads backwards to the bed. When his knees connect he sits, pulling Steve forward to sit in his lap]
You have no idea how long I've wanted you...
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Could pose for you.
[It's mumbled, but the offer is genuine. He lets Bucky lead hip, smiling again once he's been pulled into his best friend's lap.]
You should have told me. I would've said yes, even before the war.
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I was too afraid, before. You were sick and...you'd never survive gettin' arrested. I'd never put you in danger, Stevie...
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It would've been okay. We'd just have needed to be careful.
[But maybe Bucky has a point. Still, he wraps both his arms around Bucky loosely. One in his hair, the other on his hip.]
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I was never going to put you in danger, baby. My job was to take care of you. I couldn't...I wouldn't have lived with myself if you'd gotten pinched for bein' with me. Or worse, you got bashed without me there...
[He leans back and strokes over his cheek, thumb brushing over his lip]
My heart rises and sets in your baby blues, Steve. You always come first.
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Were you always this charming?
[He's had his fair share of pet names thrown his way, charming lines from women. But this, this is something else entirely. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.
It's a good thing Steve Rogers is a terrible liar.]
This isn't anything like the pickup lines you told me about. Were you saving these for me?
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Of course I saved these for you. Who can I save them for if not my best guy?
[The next kiss is almost tender in comparison to the other ones. Bucky moves and kisses both of those red cheeks next, pressing their foreheads together once more]
You're pretty as a picture, blushing like that, sugar. And that's no line. Just God's own truth.
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You've got a point there, pal.
[Steve likes this attention, the kisses, likes being this close to Bucky. He wraps his arms around Bucky's shoulders so he can be as close as possible to the other man.]
You make me feel like a lucky man, Bucky Barnes.
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I make you feel lucky, yet you call me pal. Don't think that's fair. I wax poetry on you and I get last-named?
[He's teasing and smiles to prove it as he kisses Steve deep again, pulling at his hair and licking into his mouth. He doesn't stop until his super-soldier lungs are burning.]
C'mon, Stevie. I know you learned something from me...
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[God, this is all so much, almost too fast. If this hadn't felt like an eternity in the making he'd probably be more overwhelmed.]
Buck, you're the most important person in my entire life. You brought me into your home, worked double shifts more often 'n I can remember because we couldn't afford my medicine. You've been lookin' out for me for so long, you were doing it even in the War.
I love you, Bucky. Always have.
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Bucky's eyes are wide as he stares at Steve in stunned disbelief. But it doesn't last. Pulling him close, Bucky turns them over, pushing Steve into the mattress as he lays on top of him]
I love you, Steve. Fuck...I've loved you from the moment I saw you. With all my heart. I'd work a thousand shifts, die a hundred times, do anything if it meant protecting you.
You're everything to me, Steve. You're. Just, everything...
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Watching you fall from the train, on the bridge...
God, I'm so glad you're here, Buck. I don't know what I'd do if I were really alone.
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[He bumps his nose against Steve's, relishing the fact that he can actually do this]
I love you, punk. So much. As long as you want me, I'm gonna be right here next to you.
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