Okay. Yeah. He's going to run if need be. But luckily, he's close enough that within seven minutes, he's already having the taxi pull up in front of the apartment. One of the fortunate things of having Stark Tower in New York. Even if it did sort of kill the skyline.
Steve is beyond flustered and clearly almost at the end of his rope as he unlocks the door and rushes to their apartment. The keys fall onto the doormat (a cheery 'Welcome!' in red, white, and blue which Tony found hilarious) and it's down to the last minute by the time he gets them crammed into the lock.
But ten minutes, nearly on the dot, he's standing in his apartment, breathing uneven more from arousal than exertion. It only gets worse as he walks toward his bedroom, pushing the door open.
"You...are definitely making this up to me. Jerk."
The New York skyline will never be what it was; they're much too far into the future for that, much too far into this thing called progress that has Bucky side eyeing so much of the world anymore. But it doesn't matter, not really; Steve's here with him and Steve understands in a way that no one else really could.
Not that much thought is spared to the skyline, or to the conveniences of modern transportation. Steve gets here within the time Bucky had stated; that's all that really matters. And when he arrives he'll find Bucky in the bedroom as promised, naked and sprawled on Steve's bed and half hard already.
He does pull himself to his feet when Steve comes in though, prowls across the room until he's right up in the other man's personal space. "Don't act like you don't want this. You love it when I push your buttons."
Steve is all blown pupils and grins as Bucky comes over. His eyes trail
slowly from Bucky's head to his toes, lingering in the obvious locations
for an extra long ogle. Once he's within grabbing range, though, he's
clearly had enough and grabs his friend by the hip to drag him closer.
"You installed my buttons, you ass." His hand drifts to just that
location, resting over the bared skin as his body, already hard and ready,
piques interest all the more. "And yeah. Maybe I like it. You're a bad
influence James Buchanan Barnes. My ma shoulda warned me about fellas like
you."
She'd been too busy being charmed by Bucky to warn him about shit, though.
All the Rogers' had been doomed.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over Bucky's but definitely not kissing.
Just the ghost of one.
If there's a sway to Bucky's hips, well, he won't admit it as such. No, it's all for the compensation of the weight difference in his left and right sides, and nothing at all to do with putting on a show for Steve. Clearly.
Not that he's unaware of the way Steve's eyes trail over his body. Not that he minds it one bit.
"Would you even have listened to the warning?" Bucky's expression twists into a grin as Steve pulls him close; hips roll against Steve's own in response. "'Cause I got ways of making you forget everything you ever heard to warn you away from troublemakers."
Bucky, of course, plans on being the best kind of troublemaker there is. He'll give Steve what he wants, what he needs, and he'll make sure that Steve is going to keep wanting it again and again. Maybe it's an addiction but if so Bucky doesn't care; there are worse things than being addicted to Steve Rogers.
The barely there brush has his smile twisting into a smirk. It's going to be one of those nights and Bucky isn't at all opposed.
Steve steps back, smiling himself now. He's in a monkey suit because the
meeting he just walked out of had been actually sort of important. Or it at
least had important people there that he'd now insulted. He'll come up with
an explanation another time. Maybe Natasha covered for him. He hadn't been
paying attention anyways and there was nothing in this world more important
than Bucky Barnes.
He's slow as he undoes his tie and drags it out from his collar. It's
expensive and silk and falls to the floor like trash.
"You had me hooked on you from day one," Steve confirms, jacket falling to
the floor next. He does one button at a time, torturing himself more than
Bucky probably because he's so turned on he can almost taste it. "No one's
taking me away from you. I don't care what they say."
His shirt is off. He ruffles his hair a bit, wasting time. The button on
his fly is undone and he's so clearly hard that his zipper is tenting. He
tries pathetically to pull it and gives a sigh that's bad acting for a
forth grader.
"I don't know if I can get this down, Buck..." He looks up, eyes light with
teasing and a smirk on his lips. "Maybe you should help..."
There's one thing Bucky will say: Steve Rogers does cut a good figure in a suit. Especially one that's tailored properly for his shape and Bucky says a silent thanks to the tailor who clearly paid good attention to the contours of Steve's form. But even better than Steve in a suit is Steve getting out of a suit, starting with that tie sliding out of his collar and onto the floor and Bucky isn't at all shy about the way he watches Steve's hands moving to divest himself of his clothes.
He's always had a thing for Steve's hands, even all those years ago. There's a certain kind of grace in them, something Bucky's sure is related to his artistry. Whatever the source he adores it, and enjoys every moment that those hands are on Steve's body or on his own.
"Good." Friends from the very first time Bucky had offered Steve a hand up from the ground, and inseparable ever since. Perhaps it'd been inevitable that they end up like this; Bucky doesn't know. He supposes it's not worth dwelling upon either. Better that they just enjoy what they do have, their time together and how they've come together in the most intimate ways possible. "You're mine. I won't let anyone forget it, and I won't let anyone have you."
Especially not for a meeting Steve hadn't wanted to attend in the first place; especially not when he can be rolling around in bed with Bucky instead. It's clear in every line of Steve's body: lust rides him hard already, arousal evident through the mask of his clothing. He's better off here — where he belongs. With whom he belongs.
And when Steve teases with that obvious delay? It pulls a laugh out of him, partly for the ridiculousness of it and partly because he can't believe that Steve is actually stalling that little bit when clearly they could be proceeding right to the point where they're crawling all over each other. Then again a little teasing is always fun and if this is the game that Steve is going to instigate, then Bucky is most certainly going to escalate.
"Can't manage anything without me, can you?" It's a continuation of the tease Steve started, and Bucky leans close like he's going for a kiss, only to drop to his knees a breath later. "Maybe I should take a closer look—"
It comes with hands on Steve's hips and Bucky nosing along fabric until he can take that zipper pull in his teeth and edge it down, his eyes glued to Steve's face the entire time.
Teasing Bucky is a dangerous, stupid thing to do. He's better at it. And when he escalates, it's always to a place just on the cusp of what Steve even knows what to do with. Like now, as Bucky uses his fucking teeth to pull down his zipper. Steve is poleaxed and fairly certain he could come from this alone if Bucky pulled back and asked him to.
He's been a goner since '31 when Bucky had looked over at him, fourteen, gorgeous, and soaked from the ocean. Steve had noticed then just how plush his lips looked and how strong and tan his arms had been. He'd wondered, for a moment, what it might be like to have those hands push him into the sand, those lips kissing him. And he'd never stopped.
"Holy fuck. B-Bucky..."
His mouth is open half in shock and half in open hunger as he stares down at his friend. Without the fabric constraining him, it's clear just how hard Steve is. The fabric around the tip of his cock is already embarrassingly damp.
Hey. He's a super human, but he's still human. Bucky is a force of nature he's never had any resistance to.
He cards his hand through dark hair. "What...what would I do without you, pal?" His hips tilt forward and the hunger spreads visibly to every inch of his body. He moves enough to push his pants down. Then moves back in close as he hooks his underwear and disposed of them in clearly more of a rush.
"There. Mission completed, sir." Steve manages a smile somehow. "If you're gonna stay down there, I think I could have some orders of my own..."
They've done it before, Bucky talking Steve off, using nothing but words to get him to come. Of course that had been a phone call, had been when they were literally half a world apart and wouldn't be back together for another week yet. But Bucky thinks he'd like to explore it in person some time, just talk to Steve, use the barest of touches that float along his body and never linger where he wants them the most. Yes, it's definitely an idea that he tucks away for the future. He's much too impatient for it now.
He wants Steve just as much as Steve wants him. Bucky's advantage is that he's always been a flirt, always had the looks and the personality that draw attention, always known how to reel people in once they were hooked. He'd never wanted for a date when he was younger; now it's the furthest thing from his mind because he has the one person he'd never been able to have, the one person who fits with him like no other.
"Without me you'd be sitting in a meeting you didn't want to attend anyway." Bucky's smirk grows a little wider and his tongue flicks out against the fabric covering Steve's erection. It's a brief little tease but enough for Steve's taste to bloom on his tongue, rich and musky and good. "Without me you'd be spending another evening in the gym at the tower instead of naked in your bed while we see how many times I can get you to come. What do you think, hmmm? How many do you think you have in you tonight, Stevie?"
Bucky nuzzles against Steve's hip as that hand combs through his hair, pulling back only enough for fabric to slide between them until Steve is as bare as he is. There's hunger in his eyes as he watches Steve, hunger in the way his gaze crawls up the other man's body to find his face.
"Good job." It's a fluid dynamic they have, but it works for them. Bucky has no problems being the point of authority when Steve needs to be driven out of his head, and the times when the tables are turned have come with careful discussion of Bucky's comfort versus what reminds too much of his Hydra training. Under it all is a deep affection for and trust of each other, but the most prevalent emotion that Bucky's feeling right now is raw desire. "What makes you think you get to order me around today? That you get to do anything other than give me what I want, take what I tell you to take?"
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I'm timing you.
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Steve is beyond flustered and clearly almost at the end of his rope as he unlocks the door and rushes to their apartment. The keys fall onto the doormat (a cheery 'Welcome!' in red, white, and blue which Tony found hilarious) and it's down to the last minute by the time he gets them crammed into the lock.
But ten minutes, nearly on the dot, he's standing in his apartment, breathing uneven more from arousal than exertion. It only gets worse as he walks toward his bedroom, pushing the door open.
"You...are definitely making this up to me. Jerk."
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Not that much thought is spared to the skyline, or to the conveniences of modern transportation. Steve gets here within the time Bucky had stated; that's all that really matters. And when he arrives he'll find Bucky in the bedroom as promised, naked and sprawled on Steve's bed and half hard already.
He does pull himself to his feet when Steve comes in though, prowls across the room until he's right up in the other man's personal space. "Don't act like you don't want this. You love it when I push your buttons."
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Steve is all blown pupils and grins as Bucky comes over. His eyes trail slowly from Bucky's head to his toes, lingering in the obvious locations for an extra long ogle. Once he's within grabbing range, though, he's clearly had enough and grabs his friend by the hip to drag him closer.
"You installed my buttons, you ass." His hand drifts to just that location, resting over the bared skin as his body, already hard and ready, piques interest all the more. "And yeah. Maybe I like it. You're a bad influence James Buchanan Barnes. My ma shoulda warned me about fellas like you."
She'd been too busy being charmed by Bucky to warn him about shit, though. All the Rogers' had been doomed.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over Bucky's but definitely not kissing. Just the ghost of one.
"I had some promises made to me. Gonna deliver?"
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Not that he's unaware of the way Steve's eyes trail over his body. Not that he minds it one bit.
"Would you even have listened to the warning?" Bucky's expression twists into a grin as Steve pulls him close; hips roll against Steve's own in response. "'Cause I got ways of making you forget everything you ever heard to warn you away from troublemakers."
Bucky, of course, plans on being the best kind of troublemaker there is. He'll give Steve what he wants, what he needs, and he'll make sure that Steve is going to keep wanting it again and again. Maybe it's an addiction but if so Bucky doesn't care; there are worse things than being addicted to Steve Rogers.
The barely there brush has his smile twisting into a smirk. It's going to be one of those nights and Bucky isn't at all opposed.
"'Course I am. Strip for me."
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Stripping. Yeah. Okay.
Steve steps back, smiling himself now. He's in a monkey suit because the meeting he just walked out of had been actually sort of important. Or it at least had important people there that he'd now insulted. He'll come up with an explanation another time. Maybe Natasha covered for him. He hadn't been paying attention anyways and there was nothing in this world more important than Bucky Barnes.
He's slow as he undoes his tie and drags it out from his collar. It's expensive and silk and falls to the floor like trash.
"You had me hooked on you from day one," Steve confirms, jacket falling to the floor next. He does one button at a time, torturing himself more than Bucky probably because he's so turned on he can almost taste it. "No one's taking me away from you. I don't care what they say."
His shirt is off. He ruffles his hair a bit, wasting time. The button on his fly is undone and he's so clearly hard that his zipper is tenting. He tries pathetically to pull it and gives a sigh that's bad acting for a forth grader.
"I don't know if I can get this down, Buck..." He looks up, eyes light with teasing and a smirk on his lips. "Maybe you should help..."
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He's always had a thing for Steve's hands, even all those years ago. There's a certain kind of grace in them, something Bucky's sure is related to his artistry. Whatever the source he adores it, and enjoys every moment that those hands are on Steve's body or on his own.
"Good." Friends from the very first time Bucky had offered Steve a hand up from the ground, and inseparable ever since. Perhaps it'd been inevitable that they end up like this; Bucky doesn't know. He supposes it's not worth dwelling upon either. Better that they just enjoy what they do have, their time together and how they've come together in the most intimate ways possible. "You're mine. I won't let anyone forget it, and I won't let anyone have you."
Especially not for a meeting Steve hadn't wanted to attend in the first place; especially not when he can be rolling around in bed with Bucky instead. It's clear in every line of Steve's body: lust rides him hard already, arousal evident through the mask of his clothing. He's better off here — where he belongs. With whom he belongs.
And when Steve teases with that obvious delay? It pulls a laugh out of him, partly for the ridiculousness of it and partly because he can't believe that Steve is actually stalling that little bit when clearly they could be proceeding right to the point where they're crawling all over each other. Then again a little teasing is always fun and if this is the game that Steve is going to instigate, then Bucky is most certainly going to escalate.
"Can't manage anything without me, can you?" It's a continuation of the tease Steve started, and Bucky leans close like he's going for a kiss, only to drop to his knees a breath later. "Maybe I should take a closer look—"
It comes with hands on Steve's hips and Bucky nosing along fabric until he can take that zipper pull in his teeth and edge it down, his eyes glued to Steve's face the entire time.
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He's been a goner since '31 when Bucky had looked over at him, fourteen, gorgeous, and soaked from the ocean. Steve had noticed then just how plush his lips looked and how strong and tan his arms had been. He'd wondered, for a moment, what it might be like to have those hands push him into the sand, those lips kissing him. And he'd never stopped.
"Holy fuck. B-Bucky..."
His mouth is open half in shock and half in open hunger as he stares down at his friend. Without the fabric constraining him, it's clear just how hard Steve is. The fabric around the tip of his cock is already embarrassingly damp.
Hey. He's a super human, but he's still human. Bucky is a force of nature he's never had any resistance to.
He cards his hand through dark hair. "What...what would I do without you, pal?" His hips tilt forward and the hunger spreads visibly to every inch of his body. He moves enough to push his pants down. Then moves back in close as he hooks his underwear and disposed of them in clearly more of a rush.
"There. Mission completed, sir." Steve manages a smile somehow. "If you're gonna stay down there, I think I could have some orders of my own..."
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He wants Steve just as much as Steve wants him. Bucky's advantage is that he's always been a flirt, always had the looks and the personality that draw attention, always known how to reel people in once they were hooked. He'd never wanted for a date when he was younger; now it's the furthest thing from his mind because he has the one person he'd never been able to have, the one person who fits with him like no other.
"Without me you'd be sitting in a meeting you didn't want to attend anyway." Bucky's smirk grows a little wider and his tongue flicks out against the fabric covering Steve's erection. It's a brief little tease but enough for Steve's taste to bloom on his tongue, rich and musky and good. "Without me you'd be spending another evening in the gym at the tower instead of naked in your bed while we see how many times I can get you to come. What do you think, hmmm? How many do you think you have in you tonight, Stevie?"
Bucky nuzzles against Steve's hip as that hand combs through his hair, pulling back only enough for fabric to slide between them until Steve is as bare as he is. There's hunger in his eyes as he watches Steve, hunger in the way his gaze crawls up the other man's body to find his face.
"Good job." It's a fluid dynamic they have, but it works for them. Bucky has no problems being the point of authority when Steve needs to be driven out of his head, and the times when the tables are turned have come with careful discussion of Bucky's comfort versus what reminds too much of his Hydra training. Under it all is a deep affection for and trust of each other, but the most prevalent emotion that Bucky's feeling right now is raw desire. "What makes you think you get to order me around today? That you get to do anything other than give me what I want, take what I tell you to take?"
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