The moment Bucky made it back into the apartment he unzipped and wiggled out of his Weiner Soldier costume and promptly collapsed on the couch, face down. Steve chose to take his time -- for one, his USO girl costume was much less cumbersome (though much colder for the motorcycle ride home), and for another, maybe there was still another use for it.

Steve sat down primly next to Bucky -- funny how wearing a skirt and tight underwear made him extra self conscious about his posture -- and started gently kneading Bucky's back. Parties are hard for them both, but Bucky especially. Steve worked at the familiar knot of muscle right under Bucky's left shoulder blade. There was some extra tension there tonight from it being Halloween -- night of jump scares and masked people.

But maybe... "Hey Buck," Steve ventured. "You still awake enough to try something? I had a thought about the list." They'd spent the last two months experimenting with different sex positions. Unfortunately, the primary result has been an ever-growing list of sex triggers. Positions, words, tone of voice...

Bucky flipped so that he was facing Steve and simply raised an eyebrow. He was clearly tired, but curious.

"Most of the things on that list have one thing in common...my cock."

Bucky burst out laughing. "No offense, Steve -- it's not just YOUR cock, it's any cock. Unfortunately, we can't do it without your cock ... it's the main actor of our show."

"But what about yours?" In all of their attempts thus far, Bucky's kept his own genitals chastely ensconced in at least two layers, and given what happened last time Bucky pulled his pants down, Steve didn't blame him.

Bucky protested automatically. "But I can't get myself hard, much less jerk off. It wasn't allowed..." Bucky stopped suddenly as the venn diagram formed in his head and he saw the same untapped category that Steve did. "You're saying we should try something where I don't touch my cock and don't see your cock. So you want to..."

"Try giving you a suckjob, yes." Steve tried not too look too eager. Just because he'd been wanting to since he was 15 didn't mean Bucky felt the same way. Especially not with whatever Hydra's done.

Bucky pondered this possibility for a moment, then rolled to a half-sitting position. "And what's to stop me from seeing or smelling *your* cock?"

Steve gestured to his USO girl outfit. "You don't see it now, do you? And I figured like this I look about as Not-Hydra as I can get."

And for the first time that night, Bucky seriously looked at Steve, REALLY looked. He swept his eyes slowly up and down Steve's torso, starting with the wide belt cinched around his waist and then followed the flare of his chest to the awkward jut of his shoulders under the too-wide collar and the sleeveless top, and finally up to Steve's face, still colored with lipstick and framed with blonde curls. Steve found himself blushing from the unexpected thrill of it -- it felt different from looks of admiration when he was dressed as Captain America, and it also felt different from the normal physical familiarity that he shared with Bucky. Steve couldn't stop an excited shiver from passing through him.

Bucky cracked a grin. "You like this, don't you, doll?"

Steve thrust his chin out and countered, "You like what you see?"

"Depends." Bucky stretched back lazily and spread his legs slightly in invitation. "You're the one with a plan." Steve grinned. Bucky was on board. Even though most of these attempts ended in awkwardness, he always enjoyed the mutual exploration in the beginning. It was fun to tackle something with Bucky that didn't involve punching people.

Steve slowly leaned over Bucky to push up his shirt and kiss a trail up his belly, pausing the circle each nipple lovingly with his tongue. His blonde curls cascaded in a curtain of blonde curls around his head, blocking off his peripheral vision and gently grazing Bucky's sides. Bucky's crotch jerked up in response, so Steve kissed his way back down and started unbuttoning Bucky's pants.

A part of him had hoped to find Bucky hard, but Steve could feel from the unzipping process that was not to be. He carefully dug out Bucky's flaccid cock and looked up. Bucky was peering at him with a slight frown -- not triggered, but also a bit... nervous? Steve licked his lips and smiled, mouthing "I love you". As Bucky relaxed, he returned to the task at hand. He'd waited so long for this: Bucky's cock in his hands, his to nuzzle and taste and kiss. A way to show how much he loved Bucky. Eagerly he dove into this little slice of heaven between Bucky's legs.

Eventually he felt a gentle tug at his wig, and looked up from his blissful sucking and nuzzling. "I'm sorry, Steve." Bucky looked apologetic. "It's been 20 minutes. I don't think it's going to work."

It's true that Bucky had remained soft, but...Steve looked down longingly. "C'mon, Bucky, maybe if I keep going...."

Bucky laughed. "I know you can do this all night, Steve. But it's getting kind of boring for me. So how about you come back up here and let me kiss you and properly enjoy that cute outfit of yours?"

Steve blushed, suddenly aware of the way the skirt accentuated his ass. Maybe, with his cock carefully tucked away, they can get a little further than their usual groping. He started a slow climb back up along Bucky's body, trying to move as gracefully as he could, and keeping his eyes on Bucky's face this time. Steve was rewarded by the warm lust in Bucky's eyes and a firm spank on his ass as Bucky pulled him in for a hungry kiss. "C'mere, doll."

This part was familiar -- the kissing, the fondling. Bucky may have grabbed Steve's ass a bit more, and Steve did his part in teasing Bucky with his hair. There was a fun moment where Bucky straddled Steve and squeezed his tits together and dipped down to nuzzle between them, which made Steve flush and whine in a way he didn't think was possible. With his hard cock neatly tucked away and the underwear absorbing his pre-cum, Steve almost expected this lovely teasing to continue forever. But then Bucky's face twitched in the now-familiar way as Steve was grinding on top of Bucky.

With a sigh, Steve pushed off of Bucky and stood up. Now was the part where Steve'd usually go into the other room to finish up without bothering Bucky. But... something about the skirt and the kissing and the earlier conversation made Steve sit back down instead. Bucky gave him a puzzled look as Steve gestured for him to turn on his side. "What? I don't need to finish every time, y'know."

Bucky smiled, carefully zipped up his pants and stretched himself along the couch, facing out. "I guess not."

Steve laid himself down along Bucky, carefully positioning himself to not trigger Bucky. "That was fun." Steve wiggled his butt lazily as he settled into the spooning. "And you got pretty into the 'doll' thing."

Bucky wrapped his right arm possessively around Steve's midriff. "Well, what can I do when you flush so prettily?"

Steve turned slightly to kiss at Bucky's stifled yawn. "Mmmm. What indeed?"

As Steve stifled a yawn himself and slowly drifted off, he took stock: zero orgasms, but also zero triggers. And some fun discoveries along the way. Not bad, all things considered.