bakerstreet | Can't wait

Can't wait

❝Finally❞

There's always been tension between the two of you, a will-they-won't they kind of vibe. Perhaps you're even romantically involved, if that's your way. But for some reason, you haven't taken the next step yet.

Now, though, you're finally ready to be sexually intimate.

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Prompts:
☆ First Time: This is your first time having sex, so it was something to approach with caution.
☆ Unsure: You're uncertain of your skill or prowess or even how to go about this.
☆ Uncorrupted: One of you is more innocent, younger, more inexperienced, and the other doesn't want to take that away.
☆ Differences: The two of you are different enough - perhaps even different species - that intimacy may be an issue, but you're ready to attack it head on.
☆ Taken: You aren't "together," and one of you is involved with someone else. This is the big decision to do an act that may be viewed as heinous.
☆ Forbidden: There's been no sexual contact because it's utterly forbidden, be it incest, class difference, enemies, etc.
☆ Realization: Maybe you'd been friends, but this is the first time you've really seen them in that light.
☆ Otherwise Distracted: Whether it be a job, a holy mission, or anything else along those lines, you've just been too busy to be with someone like that because it would take your mind away from what you have to do.
☆ Finally Free: Before, you just didn't have the chance. Now you do.
☆ Only Time: You were unsure before, but now, it looks like you'll only have this once chance to be together.
☆ A Long Time: You've been separated and it happened before you could get to the good parts. You want to pick up where you left off.
☆ Desperate: You've wanted them for so long...God, this feels so good, you never want it to stop.
☆ Romantic: You want it to be perfect.
☆ Waiting Until Marriage: Doing things all proper-like.
☆ FREE STYLE

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"It's worth the wait," he says firmly.

Bucky's everything he's been looking for and hasn't been able to find. He knows Steve, the real Steve and not the propaganda. He remembers the Depression and the War. He's sweet and handsome and wants Steve.

That's the wildest part. Bucky wants him and wanted him before the serum. He doesn't do more though because he doesn't quite know what he's doing. Intimacy is still mysterious to him.

He hums a soft agreeable sound at that, “Couldn’t agree more,” he admits and the smile shines through in his voice as much as it does on his face as he says it.

“You don’t have to stop…” he murmurs in soft encouragement.

"Oh." Steve licks his lips which probably means at some point his tongue brushes against Bucky's skin. "I've never gotten much practice at this."

But he presses his lips against Bucky's pulse, marveling a little at how it feels to have his heart right there. It makes him feel alive and fills him with warmth.

"I don't want to go too far." Steve would feel awful if he pushed Bucky past what he's comfortable with. Even though Bucky has more experience than him.

“Practice makes perfect,” he says in a nearly song-like tone, a smirk slipping across his lips.

He drags his fingers through Steve’s hair, lingering at the nape of his neck. “You won’t,” he says it with a certainty that speaks volumes to his trust in this man curled up with him. He doesn’t trust anyone the way he trusts Steve. Never has, probably never would again.

He reaches to tilt Steve’s chin up, a soft smile on his face. “Don’t think about what you’re going to do, just do what feels… good? Right? You can’t mess up,” he mumbles the last bit against Steve’s mouth, kissing him— soft and lingering, his hand sliding up to cup around Steve’s cheek.

"You sure about that?" Steve asks against Bucky's lips. "You saw how many dates I screwed up."

Either Steve said something stupid or the woman took one look on him and immediately lost interest. No date ever went well. He's certain that Bucky would be more forgiving but he could still say something stupid.

"Kissing you feels good." He kisses him again to prove his point. It feels so good. Steve wants to spend the next... seventy years kissing him.

He smiles against Steve’s mouth and laughs, something soft and hidden in the back of his throat. “Mmm, maybe, but… something tells me this will be different.” For starters, there’s an ocean of history between them already. Steve knows him better than anyone else, and now… he gets to know him in a different, deeper way. It’s kind of a thrilling prospect, if Bucky is completely honest. The one thing he never dreamed he’d get to have.

Bucky meets every kiss just as eager as the last. He curls his fingers into the material of Steve’s shirt with the last one, humming softly into his mouth as he deepens it with a slight tilt of his head and a quick dart of his tongue against Steve’s lips, silently begging to be given permission to explore.

It's already different. Steve's never kissed a guy before though in the modern day many have offered. He slides his hand into Bucky's hair as they kiss because it feels good and he knows it makes Bucky feel good.

He can't help the little blush that spreads across his cheeks at the touch of Bucky's tongue. It feels like everything is charged between them. If his eyes were open Steve would expect to see sparks.

He parts his lips and tentatively touches his tongue against Bucky's. This isn't exactly new but he hasn't done it often. It feels very intimate and Steve presses into the kiss harder seeking more. Anything Bucky's willing to give, really.

Bucky had a dalliance or two decades ago, but he's not exactly an expert, either. He's just always found it particularly easy to let his hands and his mouth work however they want to. Which is exactly how his hand finds Steve's hip, cool metal brushing against warm skin.

There's a shyness there, but it doesn't last long as Steve deepens the kiss. Bucky hums approvingly into his mouth as he eagerly tangles their tongues together.

He draws in a small breath at the feel of Bucky's cool hand against his skin. Steve shivers from head to toe then presses closer almost tangling himself around Bucky.

He's a little dizzy, a rush of want going through him. The kiss felt intense. He hadn't felt this way since Peggy. Wanted. Seen. Known. He's thrilled with it and a little nervous which means he ends up laughing against Bucky's mouth.

"Sorry, sorry, just... I feel a lot right now," he says still against Bucky's mouth.

A grin breaks across his face when the laugh disrupts them and a second later, Bucky joins him with a soft chuckle.

"It's okay," he assures him, that grin still easily in place as he steals another quick kiss. "you're really fuckin' cute right now, I don't have any complaints," he brushes his thumb lightly across Steve's cheek, still tinged a faint pink from the blush that had crawled its way across his face earlier.

Steve turns his head and presses a kiss against Bucky's palm. "It's been awhile since I felt this happy."

He figures his smile is sappy and maybe just a little bit stupid looking but he didn't care. It was Bucky. Bucky had seen him at his worst. He could see Steve looking like a love sick fool.

"It's always you that makes me feel like this." Steve wonders if he's been in love with Bucky since the 30's and was just too stupid to realize it. "Now I just want to spend the whole roadtrip kissing you."

That kiss in the center of his palm is so goddamn sweet it makes something in Bucky's stomach tangle itself in knots. "You deserve it," if anyone did... Steve certainly hit the mark.

"Always?" he echoes, his tone curious but not really doubtful. "I fail to see how that's a problem," he smirks softly.

"Pretty much all of my happiest memories are with you." He trails a finger along the back of Bucky's hand and down his arm. "I don't think I've been this sort of happy with you before but who knows I'm pretty awful at noticing these things."

Steve nuzzles against Bucky's cheek and kisses him because it's been two minutes since the last one and that's too long.

"Every day I'll make sure to kiss you." Steve swears it like it's an oath. "And, god, this century I can do it in public."

He's absolutely forgotten there's such a thing as social media and people will lose their minds about them kissing. All Steve's thinking is that he can do this whenever he wants.

“Yeah…” he murmurs quietly in agreement, watching the path of Steve’s finger against his arm, a faint, earnest smile still visible on his lips.

And some of the most tragic ones— but Bucky is content here in this moment and he shoves that thought down deep where it might never see the light of day. “What sort of happy is this, right now, then? How is it different?”

“Yeah, that’ll go viral in like five minutes,” Bucky has adapted a bit more to that part of the future— the… current day, he supposes he should stop thinking of it as the future since he’s actively living in it now— than Steve, and he was there for the rise of Captain America in the beginning too.

The instantaneous nature of the world now means there would be no hiding anything, or keeping it to themselves. “there’s going to be interviews… they’re gonna ask the most invasive questions about your romantic life… it’ll be a total frenzy…”

He cups his hand against Steve’s cheek, “you sure you’re ready for all that?” Hiding was going to be a lot harder, especially when the novelty of this eventually melted away and this becomes even more natural to them than it already feels.

Oh, right. The rest of the world.

Steve groans and rests his forehead against Bucky's. "No," he admits and he's definitely pouting. "But only because everyone's going to get it all wrong and they'll butt in where they're not wanted."

The very quiet, small, selfish part of Steve wants to keep this all to themselves. The world has taken so much from them. Weren't they owed something that's just theirs? Something good that's just for them?

"But I'm not going to hide how I feel about you," he says firmly with that steady conviction of his. "If you're ready, I'm ready."

And he seals the promise with a firm kiss.

He grins and kisses the pout on Steve’s lips, “It’s the pushiness that gets me, the way people seem to think they’re just… entitled to knowing someone’s life like that.” The kind of thing no one might have dreamed up back before the war. The kind of plastic intimacy of celebrities have with fans on social media still feels like a weirdly invasive thing. Private conversations on the public stage.

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” that would feel far too much like walking backwards. “but I’m okay with not handing this to the world yet.”

If not for the fact that he was already settled in the bed when Steve kissed him like that, Bucky is sure that his knees might have given out on him. He curls his fingers into the fabric of Steve’s t-shirt and pulls him close, “letting it belong just to us for awhile isn’t so bad.”

Steve has no social media. Everyone already knows his life story. Historians have turned over every rock about him from his medical records as a kid to his mother's family in Ireland. He doesn't want any more eyes on him than he already has. Considering how outspoken and confrontational he is, well, he probably would've been banned on some social media platforms as well.

"Just us," Steve murmurs softly against Bucky's lips. "I like that."

Maybe when they're done with their trip. Maybe when Bucky feels more like himself. Steve can see a million different ways they could go public with this. That is the future, though, and he doesn't have to plan it right now. Even though he kind of wants to because that's just who he is.

He grins against Steve's mouth, "Me too." Maybe they both deserved at least that much. Privacy is a lot like a secret, the only difference is it's made under good conditions. Secrets are borne of fear or shame, privacy is a choice. Sometimes, having the choice is still an overwhelming concept for him. Less these days than it was at first, but still just a little jarring every now and then.

Bucky kisses him a few times in quick succession, pulling one arm tight around his waist. He pulls back to look at him, smiling a knowing little smile. "What are you thinkin' about?"

"Just... what comes next." It's not like he can lie to Bucky. Steve can't lie in general. He can get away with the innocent "gee, shucks" act sometimes but Bucky would see right through that. Might as well be straight with Bucky.

"I have a feeling I'm going to want to punch a lot of people when we go public because they're going to be ignorant assholes." And Steve is pretty easy to provoke. He does not hold his temper well.

"But I'm trying not to think about that. I'm thinking about this." Steve kisses Bucky hard and deep, sliding his tongue back into his mouth. Time to wipe out all thoughts except Bucky.

Steve’s an awful liar, and Bucky’s always told him so. So, the honesty doesn’t surprise him. It’s little things like that, that still ends up striking him in a certain way. How refreshing that kind of genuine honesty really feels only seems to contrast against everything HYDRA stole from him.

He really wishes he could leave that behind, but if it was easy, everyone would do it, right?

“Yeahhh,” he drawls on the word a bit, laughing softly. “probably. Ignorant assholes are a plague on the Earth, unfortunately.” Bucky reaches up to cup his cheek in his hand, his thumb drawing soft lines against sharp cheekbones.

Oh.

He practically melts against Steve as he returns that kiss, hungry and eager.

Those assholes weren't here right now. Steve's not thinking about them.

He's thinking about how it feels to have Bucky kiss him like this. It feels electric and warm and hot. Steve nudges Bucky over a little bit, settling his weight on him as they trade kisses back and forth.

Finally, he has to come up for air. He's breathing faster and runs his tongue over his lips. He looks a little dazed.

"No wonder you liked kissing dames so much," he breathes. "This is really great."

He sinks back, lets Steve shift against him, deepening the kiss. Bucky chases him when he pulls away, but allows him the space to breathe.

Bucky can’t stop the way his eyes drop to Steve’s lips when his tongue darts out like that.

“Mmhmm,” he hums softly, reaching up to twine his fingers into Steve’s hair. “It’s better with you,” he smiles up at him, the grin on his face just a little lopsided.

He only got one good kiss with Peggy and it had made him feel a rush like this. Maybe if they had more time he could've really gotten to enjoy it. He's never going to compare the two but besides the showgirl Steve really hadn't kissed anyone. Natasha's kiss didn't count either.

His kiss is gentler the next time he closes the distance between them. Steve settling into the sweetness and warmth it fills him with. It's so nice.

"Really starting to love this," he warns with a playful smile and feeling very daring bites gently at Bucky's lower lip. "You're going to make me into a monster."

If Bucky knew about this weird counting-and-not-counting system of Steve's, he'd argue he was wrong and all of those counted.

"Yeah?" his eyebrows shoot up and he smirks up at him, a laugh that cuts short into a hum of approval at the nip at his lip. "Nm-Mm," he shakes his head, kissing Steve once- twice- and one more that lingers just a little longer before he mumbles, "you couldn't be a monster if you tried," he laughs softly, but it's a gentle tease, nothing meant seriously- even if he did technically mean it, still, too.

That's absolutely the wrong thing to say because it triggers that punk that lives in the back of Steve's mind.

Instead of diving in for another kiss he goes right for tickling Bucky's sides, hands sliding under his shirt. "Yeah? I can't be a monster?"

He is relentless and even after all this time he remembers where Bucky's most ticklish. Hopefully, he still is and Hydra hadn't changed that part of him somehow with their strange science.

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