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Dumpster #3: The Great Pacific Garbage Patch

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Having spent some time in the dumpster, I know Hydra did a number on Bucky's sex life. What I headcanon is some serious cbt/denial/milking etc that basically results in Bucky's broken dick. No amount of nice, romantic stim from Steve is gonna help - no boners for Bucky.

This is the well worn path around here. EXCEPT what I want is him and Steve stumbling across the fact that Bucky does get hard and can come untouched but only with a whole lot of praise and soft touches to traditionally non erogenous zones - carding his hair, rubbing the back of his neck, soft touches on the shoulder. Any attention to his dick/ass/nipples and his erection flags. Basically Hydra touch starved him so much that any of these gentle touches have become incredibly erotic.

+ Bucky gets off to praise too - Steve whispering in his ear how good/brave he is
++ Steve getting achingly hard at watching Bucky spurt off without any erectile stimulation. How Steve/Bucky deal with Steve's arousal is up to the author

*eagerly sets up camp*

I need this in my life.

Bucky mewls like a kitten when Steve pets his hair.

Bucky gasps when Steve strokes the shell of his ear.

Bucky sobs gutturally when Steve kisses his eyelids.

Guhhhhh

***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.

Steve was still in a state of shock at breakfast.

And because Steve was the absolute worst and knew it, he stared intently at Bucky’s pert little ass, clad only in a pair of tight boxers when he got up to pull a couple boxes of Pop-Tarts from the cabinet. But still in shock.

(The future was so great. They never had to cook again if they didn’t want to.They could just down 2000 calories worth of colorful sugar crap for breakfast and nobody gave a shit.)

His mind was racing a mile a minute, thinking about when the best time to bring it up would be. He needed to time it right. If he propositioned Bucky at the wrong moment, he would ruin Bucky’s good mood and Steve wouldn’t get to try anything. He didn’t want Bucky to think Steve was being selfish, since just yesterday Bucky had “given up”.

Like, he was selfish. He wouldn’t deny that. Steve wanted sex, and lots of it, but not with just anyone. He wanted it with Bucky, and he wanted Bucky to want it too. Because if Steve was the only one getting off every time, it wasn’t sex, it was masturbation. And Steve could just masturbate by himself and there would be a lot less frustration. Steve would be damned before he let Hydra ruin something so great. They were not going to take this from them.

So he waited until Bucky’s mouth was full of their shit sugar breakfast. He wouldn’t be able to shoot Steve down immediately. He’d actually have to think about it for two seconds.

“Bucky, I think we should give it another shot today. I want to try something new.”

Bucky, with all his tact and grace, immediately said something snarky, spitting little bits of food out while he did it. It took a minute of furious chewing, but he finally swallowed, and rested his arm on the table like he was ready to start a bar fight.

“You shitting me? Why?”

Steve smiled. “You didn’t notice it because you feel asleep, which was very rude by the way, last night. You got like, a third of the way hard.”

“Bullshit.”

“Swear to God.”

“You got some nerve invoking God in this, Mr. America Choir Boy Wonder.”

“That was quite a nickname you threw out there.”

“It’s your only nickname now, from here until the end of time.”

“So is that a yes?”

Bucky rolled his eyes so hard he could probably see his own brain. He blew some hair out of his eyes and took a deep, deep breath.

“How could I say no to Mr. America?”

Steve got them both naked, slowly striping, kissing each joint on Bucky’s body that uncovered. Cautiously, he gave a few experimental tugs until Bucky swatted him away.

“You know damn well that doesn’t work. Quit embarrassing me.”

Steve pulled back.”Okay, okay. No touching Bucky’s precious weenie.”

Bucky’s scalp turned pink. It was the only part of him that blushed anymore, even though as kids Bucky’s whole damn body used to get in on it. He glared at Steve.

“M’sorry, I’m sorry! No teasing either. I promise. This is all about you. Just tell me what feels good, alright?”

Bucky sighed. “Steve…”

“Hold that thought.”

Steve pushed Bucky back down on the bed. He crawled over top, and looked Bucky straight in the eyes, right where he’d left off last night.

“I love you, Bucky. I really really do. More than anything. Just relax, okay?”

Steve pressed a soft kiss to Bucky’s forehead, running his fingers threw his soft, long hair. It smelled like cucumber melon, the remnants of some fad they’d both managed to miss around the turn of the century. The other Avengers had no problem making fun of them for being “a whole different kind of old” when they were trying out all these fads, but Steve thought it actually kind of suited Bucky. Steve only used it because they shared the same soap for simplicity’s sake. Personally, Steve’s vice was the growing collection of slap bracelets.

Steve massaged his fingers through all the strands and Bucky let out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut. Steve took the chance to kiss each eyelid, so, so gently. Today, Steve worked his way down, sweeping his hands down each taut muscled, every little bump and imperfection on Bucky’s skin.

“Steve-”

“Shh. Let me take care of you.”

He curled his thumbs around Bucky’s ears, brushing the sensitive spots and kissing along the jawline. Bucky still had his eyes closed, but he didn't look ready to fall asleep. Thank god. Instead, his mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape, letting out little huffs of air.

Steve pulled his hands down, he had to try something. He flicked his fingers over Bucky’s nipples and while there wasn’t any seriously negative reaction, Bucky definitely didn’t let out any sounds of pleasure either. Bucky felt soft underneath him. So much for that. Steve put one hand back in Bucky’s hair, and the other on the back of Bucky’s neck, smoothing away any tension he felt.

“You’re so beautiful. You’re so amazing Buck. What’d I ever do to deserve you,” he mumbled into to crook of Bucky’s neck, let his voice drop as low he could, feeling the vibrations bounce off Bucky’s skin.

Bucky writhed underneath him. “You’re such an embarrassing sap,” he said, almost trying to sound annoyed, and failing.

Steve cradled Bucky’s head in his hands and kissed the very tip of his nose, his temple, and then started to nibble a little as his right ear. “You’re so so good for me, Buck. Lettin’ me explore you, staying down so I can take care of you. You’re amazing. The best guy I know. My best guy.”

His hips bucked up against Steve, leaving a little smear of pre-cum on Steve’s thigh.

Steve lowered his head down between Bucky’s pecks and just rested it there, hands still on Bucky’s head. “Look at you. Look at yourself Buck, I knew you could do it. Knew you could. So amazing. My best guy, my gorgeous guy.”

“Steve...” Bucky moaned, hands scrabbling at Steve’s back, finally resting on his shoulder blades.

“C’mon Buck. C’mon. Just a little more. Just a bit more. God, you’re incredible. Look at you. Most beautiful fella I ever seen.”

“I can’t.”

“You can. You can. Ain’t no one in the world can do what you do. Could stay like this forever. Love you so damn much.”

Bucky let out a hiccup, like he’d been crying or something. Steve returned to place a dozen quick kisses to Bucky’s forehead, and took a quick glance down. No tears, but that didn’t mean they weren’t ready to burst out.

“Let go, Buck. Just let go. I got you. No one gonna hurt you or use you ever again. You deserve all this, okay? All this and more. I’d spend all day telling you what I love about every individual cell in your body if I could. God, you’re so amazing. So strong. They tried to burn all that beauty out of you Bucky but you held on. You held on so long, still holding on…”

Bucky was actually crying now. Steve could feel them both getting slick with tears. Steve took a chance and went for Bucky’s lips. Not a straight on lip lock, no tongue or wet open mouths. Just a gentle peck to the corner of Bucky’s mouth.

Bucky sobbed. With one last swing of his hips, he came hard and messy, painting Steve’s abs sticky white.

“God, Bucky.”

“M’sorry. Sorry.”

Steve buried himself in Bucky’s hair. “What are you sorry about? That was the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen, Buck. Jesus, I love you so much. So damn much, you have no idea. So gorgeous. They tried to burn all this out of you but you came anyway. Christ, Bucky. So strong. Bravest guy I know. What’d I ever do without you?”

Bucky clutched at Steve’s back harder, and wrapped his legs around Steve too. Neither of them noticed as they drifted off.

Steve woke up to the early afternoon sun sliced through the shades, and a metal digit poking at his side.

“Steve, I can’t breathe.”

He smirked. “Sorry.” He didn’t move, just nuzzled at Bucky’s stubble.

Bucky swatted at his back. “Get offa me, you big lug. I need to piss. And breathe.”

“Don’t wanna.”

Bucky rolled them over, and peeled himself off Steve with a nasty splurch sound from the dried up cum between them.

“Jeez, it wasn’t just a dream huh?”

Steve beamed. “Nope.”

Bucky wrinkled his nose and feigned disgust. “You made me talk like a mopey teenager. You’re going to pay for that later, Rogers.”

“You’ll never get an apology out of me, Barnes. I meant every damn, sappy word.”

“Whatever you say, Mr. America Choir Boy Wonder.”

I like this and especially about them trying all the fads

OP here. Awesome fill - just what I was craving! Love their mutual snark.

The "My best guy" line killed me...right in the feels.

Love love love!

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