“Hey, Buck,” Steve prodded softly. “You good? Need more?”
“Mmm, yeah,” Bucky said, relaxed and content. “I’m good.”
Steve automatically began to maneuver Bucky up the bed to tuck him in, a feat made more difficult with Bucky’s arms squeezing underneath his armpits. Then Steve remembered they were in his bed, not Bucky’s.
“You, uh, wanna stay the night?”
“Yeah,” Bucky answered, sounding surprised that Steve needed to ask. “If that’s okay?”
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Course it’s okay.”
Once he’d gotten Bucky under the blankets, Steve hesitated. He didn’t want to assume, and he didn’t know how to ask. He was still unbearably hard, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself.
“C’mere.”
Bucky solved his dilemma. He pulled Steve down on top of him, kissing him as he struggled to bring the blankets over both of them. When that was accomplished, his right hand found its way down the front of Steve’s sweatpants. Steve pulled his mouth from Bucky’s with a moan of longing.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” there was a hint of annoyance in Bucky’s voice. “Not promising you any more than that time behind the school after I’d just turned seventeen, but- ”
Steve remembered. Their first time, hurriedly jerking each other off after school. Roaming hands and kissing in the tall bushes. Gasping for breath, and angrily dismissing Bucky’s concerns because all he wanted was more-
Bucky was stroking him again. Steve had just enough blood left in his brain to remember to reciprocate. He palmed Bucky through his sweatpants, and Bucky closed his eyes with a blissful sigh. Steve brought his hand down the front of Bucky’s sweatpants and pulled him out through the fly of his boxers into the air. He grappled behind him for the lotion on his bedside table and poured a generous amount into Bucky’s hand before doing the same for himself. Both men rolled on their sides, facing each other, slipping their sweatpants down around their thighs.
It had been so long since anyone had touched Steve like this. Steve and Bucky rocked back and forth, gasping, moaning, as they slid their fists up and down the other’s sensitive flesh. Steve came first, his body sparking with the pleasure emanating from between his legs. As he shuddered and groaned, Bucky held him closer, whispering in his ear as he pumped out the last of Steve’s essence.
“You’re good, too, Stevie. Don’t you ever forget how good you are.”
He was rocking Steve slightly, and Steve let the pleasure overwhelm him. When he could think again, when he could move again, he finished Bucky off with his slick fist and reveled in Bucky’s noises when he went over the edge. Bucky grunted, high, nearly surprised, and Steve felt Bucky’s release coat his hand.
“Fuck,” Bucky rolled over on his back, panting. “Fuck.”
Steve laughed and rolled on top of Bucky, kissing him, letting their sweat and semen mingle over their flushed bodies. They showered together after they’d regained their faculties, and Steve changed the sheets in his bed while teasing Bucky about how long it was taking for him to dry his hair. Bucky got on the right side of the newly made bed, muttering about how Steve was just jealous that he couldn’t pull off the look, and Steve went to turn off the lights. He paused, looking at the discarded toy on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“What is it?”
Bucky sat up as Steve picked up the other Steve. It wasn’t so hateful, Steve thought. It seemed sad.
“Don’t judge me,” Steve said as Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Steve’s kinda grown on me.”
Bucky’s eyebrow went higher. Steve turned the lights off and joined him in the bed, placing the bear beside him on the left side where it wasn’t touching Bucky.
“They gave it to me to control me,” Bucky said after a long pause. “But it was the only soft thing I’ve had in my life, since- ”
Steve’s heart lurched. Slowly, he put the bear between them, underneath the blankets. He heard Bucky sigh, half-content, half-ashamed.
“I don’t need it like I used to. But- but I- ”
“I want it here, too.”
Steve finished for him as he rolled over to spoon Bucky from behind, pressing the bear between them.
Fill: Berceuse (10/?)
“Mmm, yeah,” Bucky said, relaxed and content. “I’m good.”
Steve automatically began to maneuver Bucky up the bed to tuck him in, a feat made more difficult with Bucky’s arms squeezing underneath his armpits. Then Steve remembered they were in his bed, not Bucky’s.
“You, uh, wanna stay the night?”
“Yeah,” Bucky answered, sounding surprised that Steve needed to ask. “If that’s okay?”
Steve swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Course it’s okay.”
Once he’d gotten Bucky under the blankets, Steve hesitated. He didn’t want to assume, and he didn’t know how to ask. He was still unbearably hard, and he resisted the urge to adjust himself.
“C’mere.”
Bucky solved his dilemma. He pulled Steve down on top of him, kissing him as he struggled to bring the blankets over both of them. When that was accomplished, his right hand found its way down the front of Steve’s sweatpants. Steve pulled his mouth from Bucky’s with a moan of longing.
“You sure?”
“Yeah,” there was a hint of annoyance in Bucky’s voice. “Not promising you any more than that time behind the school after I’d just turned seventeen, but- ”
Steve remembered. Their first time, hurriedly jerking each other off after school. Roaming hands and kissing in the tall bushes. Gasping for breath, and angrily dismissing Bucky’s concerns because all he wanted was more-
Bucky was stroking him again. Steve had just enough blood left in his brain to remember to reciprocate. He palmed Bucky through his sweatpants, and Bucky closed his eyes with a blissful sigh. Steve brought his hand down the front of Bucky’s sweatpants and pulled him out through the fly of his boxers into the air. He grappled behind him for the lotion on his bedside table and poured a generous amount into Bucky’s hand before doing the same for himself. Both men rolled on their sides, facing each other, slipping their sweatpants down around their thighs.
It had been so long since anyone had touched Steve like this. Steve and Bucky rocked back and forth, gasping, moaning, as they slid their fists up and down the other’s sensitive flesh. Steve came first, his body sparking with the pleasure emanating from between his legs. As he shuddered and groaned, Bucky held him closer, whispering in his ear as he pumped out the last of Steve’s essence.
“You’re good, too, Stevie. Don’t you ever forget how good you are.”
He was rocking Steve slightly, and Steve let the pleasure overwhelm him. When he could think again, when he could move again, he finished Bucky off with his slick fist and reveled in Bucky’s noises when he went over the edge. Bucky grunted, high, nearly surprised, and Steve felt Bucky’s release coat his hand.
“Fuck,” Bucky rolled over on his back, panting. “Fuck.”
Steve laughed and rolled on top of Bucky, kissing him, letting their sweat and semen mingle over their flushed bodies. They showered together after they’d regained their faculties, and Steve changed the sheets in his bed while teasing Bucky about how long it was taking for him to dry his hair. Bucky got on the right side of the newly made bed, muttering about how Steve was just jealous that he couldn’t pull off the look, and Steve went to turn off the lights. He paused, looking at the discarded toy on the floor at the foot of the bed.
“What is it?”
Bucky sat up as Steve picked up the other Steve. It wasn’t so hateful, Steve thought. It seemed sad.
“Don’t judge me,” Steve said as Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Steve’s kinda grown on me.”
Bucky’s eyebrow went higher. Steve turned the lights off and joined him in the bed, placing the bear beside him on the left side where it wasn’t touching Bucky.
“They gave it to me to control me,” Bucky said after a long pause. “But it was the only soft thing I’ve had in my life, since- ”
Steve’s heart lurched. Slowly, he put the bear between them, underneath the blankets. He heard Bucky sigh, half-content, half-ashamed.
“I don’t need it like I used to. But- but I- ”
“I want it here, too.”
Steve finished for him as he rolled over to spoon Bucky from behind, pressing the bear between them.