***You caught me at just the right time anon. I'm in a good mood and ready to sit down and write shmoopy smut in one sitting. Enjoy.***
Steve figured it out by accident, and Bucky didn’t notice at all.
Bucky had just pulled his mouth off Steve from a frustrated but determined blowjob. An hour and a half of Steve trying everything he could think of, and still Steve was the only one hard. So Bucky had shoved him down on the bed and took care of it, because if they were going to waste that much time, at least one of them should get to get off. Bucky’s words, not his.
Well over a year, and no combination of drugs or therapy was working. The only reason Bucky hadn’t tried electrostimulation is because Steve had put his horrified foot down.
“Bucky, that’s what they do to wring sperm out of animals.”
Bucky only shrugged at that, and Steve had to go on a really, really long walk after that so he wouldn’t just burst out crying or kill someone. Maybe both.
But today Steve immediately wrapped his arms around and hauled Bucky up into the bed with him.
“It’s not your fault Bucky. S’not your fault. I love you I love you I love. So much.” He pressed his lips to his left hip, then the right. Steve kissed his way all the way up Bucky’s torso, all the while rubbing along Bucky’s clavicle with his thumbs. He could feel every little bump of scar tissue on the left side and he knew Bucky thought it was gross to look at, although he rarely said as much out loud.
“I don’t want to sound like a sad sack hormonal teenager, Steve. I’ll keep those thoughts to myself, thanks.”
But Steve didn’t give two fucks. “You’re so good. So beautiful, Bucky. I know you’re frustrated but we'll figure it out. I love you.”
“Jesus Christ Almighty, where is all this gooey sap coming from, Rogers? Save it for your motivational speeches.”
Bucky was trying to say it with spite and contempt, but there was an edge of humor to it, and he didn’t tell Steve to stop. On the contrary, his body was slowly relaxing. Steve redoubled his efforts, but when came up for air, too look Bucky in the eye so he knew how much Steve meant it, the man had fallen asleep.
Steve huffed and considered waking Bucky up, just to be a little shit. Here he was trying to be doting and loving and Bucky had the nerve to fall asleep on him. Steve rolled his eyes and went to pull the blanket overtop them both when he saw it.
Oh.
Bucky was stiff. It was quickly going soft, but it was still there. What they’d tried and failed to do for months. Steve was too stunned move for another solid five minutes.
Need to Mean It, Concede It [1/4]
Steve figured it out by accident, and Bucky didn’t notice at all.
Bucky had just pulled his mouth off Steve from a frustrated but determined blowjob. An hour and a half of Steve trying everything he could think of, and still Steve was the only one hard. So Bucky had shoved him down on the bed and took care of it, because if they were going to waste that much time, at least one of them should get to get off. Bucky’s words, not his.
Well over a year, and no combination of drugs or therapy was working. The only reason Bucky hadn’t tried electrostimulation is because Steve had put his horrified foot down.
“Bucky, that’s what they do to wring sperm out of animals.”
Bucky only shrugged at that, and Steve had to go on a really, really long walk after that so he wouldn’t just burst out crying or kill someone. Maybe both.
But today Steve immediately wrapped his arms around and hauled Bucky up into the bed with him.
“It’s not your fault Bucky. S’not your fault. I love you I love you I love. So much.” He pressed his lips to his left hip, then the right. Steve kissed his way all the way up Bucky’s torso, all the while rubbing along Bucky’s clavicle with his thumbs. He could feel every little bump of scar tissue on the left side and he knew Bucky thought it was gross to look at, although he rarely said as much out loud.
“I don’t want to sound like a sad sack hormonal teenager, Steve. I’ll keep those thoughts to myself, thanks.”
But Steve didn’t give two fucks. “You’re so good. So beautiful, Bucky. I know you’re frustrated but we'll figure it out. I love you.”
“Jesus Christ Almighty, where is all this gooey sap coming from, Rogers? Save it for your motivational speeches.”
Bucky was trying to say it with spite and contempt, but there was an edge of humor to it, and he didn’t tell Steve to stop. On the contrary, his body was slowly relaxing. Steve redoubled his efforts, but when came up for air, too look Bucky in the eye so he knew how much Steve meant it, the man had fallen asleep.
Steve huffed and considered waking Bucky up, just to be a little shit. Here he was trying to be doting and loving and Bucky had the nerve to fall asleep on him. Steve rolled his eyes and went to pull the blanket overtop them both when he saw it.
Oh.
Bucky was stiff. It was quickly going soft, but it was still there. What they’d tried and failed to do for months. Steve was too stunned move for another solid five minutes.