Dumpster #4: I Don't See How That's a Party

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Re: Collateral [6/6]

[(Anonymous)]

So this whole thing kinda got away from me a bit, but it is finished! Hope you enjoy!


Bucky could feel the tremble of Steve’s thigh beneath his hand, so he slowed his pace. Pulled back so he could just lap at the head of Steve’s cock.

He earned a strangled groan in return, a “Bucky, fuck.”

He pulled off entirely, kept the rhythm going with his hand as his kissed up the soft skin of the inside of his thigh. “I know, darlin, I got you.”

He didn’t make him wait any longer, took him back in fully and it was barely thirty seconds before he was pulsing down his throat.

He sat back, with a grin. “Told you.”

“I know.” Steve’s skin was flushed, all the way up his chest and neck. He was breathing heavily. “I know you did. Oh Christ.”

“You gonna bet me again?”

Steve could only shake his head.

“Good.”

“How many times was that?”

“Like, five. You’re a machine, Rogers.” Bucky crawled up around him, until he could kiss him.

“You aren’t bad your-“ Steve made a noise of disgust at the taste of himself, and Bucky didn’t give a fuck.

He kissed him once more and then settled down so he could trail his fingers across Steve’s chest, as he waited for Steve to get his breath back.

Steve started laughing, loose and quiet.

Bucky smiled. “You keep going like that you’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

“You remember that time we came back from that bar, I musta been about nineteen? Was it somebody’s birthday?”

Bucky thought about it for a second, tracing patterns against his skin. “You mean that time I fell over tryin to get my pants off and you blew your load before I even managed to touch you?”

He could feel Steve shaking underneath him and looked up to check that they hadn’t flicked over from hilarity into tears... They were both prone to that now.

But no, Steve was fine, laughing into his hand. “It was not our finest hour.”

“I dunno, pal, you seemed to think I was pretty sexy.”

“You crawled across the floor towards me, Buck. In your underwear. I call foul.”

Bucky laid back down. “I still think somebody dosed me.”

“Yeah, yeah, cos ‘you only had one’.”

He remembered that, laying on top of Steve, crushing him probably, and just repeatedly slurring into his neck ‘I swear it, Stevie. Was only one. S’mebody slipped me a mickie. I’m tellin ya.’

“Oh God.” He buried his face into Steve. “Hydra couldn’t take that one, huh?”

Steve didn’t laugh.

Bucky cast about for a change of subject. “It was Larry. His birthday, I mean. You know, that guy from Illinois? I forget his last name.”

As soon as it was out of his mouth, he regretted it, but Steve just hummed, wrapped his arms around his back. “I don’t think you ever knew his last name. You didn’t like him much.”

“Hmmm. Bet it was him who dosed me.”

That startled a laugh out of Steve. “Why would he possibly do that?”

Bucky pushed himself up, so he could straddle Steve and kiss him properly. “Cos I’m fucking red hot.”

He swallowed Steve’s laugh, deepened the kiss when he felt Steve’s hands on his waist.

He pulled back as Steve hooked a thumb beneath his waistband. That was as close as they’d got since that night.

Steve was smiling. He didn’t move his hand. “You know, I probably got one more in me. If you wanted.”

Bucky tried not to let his face show anything. Not relief or nerves, in case it was wrong. In case it put Steve off.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Steve nodded emphatically. “We’ve talked about it and talked about it. I want to make you happy.”

“You always make me happy.”

“Sap.”

“Jerk.”

He saw the flicker pass across Steve’s face the second before Steve surged upwards to roll them and pin him to the bed. Alternately kissing and nipping at his throat.

Bucky felt heat flood downwards. Christ, he wanted him so bad.

Steve had definitely noticed that a certain part of his anatomy was starting to take an interest. “I want to make you feel good.”

Bucky knew it burned at him. Steve had tried every possible way to get him off without hurting him. But there was no way. And every failure made them both feel like shit, even though that was just fucking stupid.

He oughta feel lucky, wasn’t often Steve gave up on anything.

But no, he didn’t oughta think that way.

This whole thing was about Steve getting his own head straight, and working his own way through a whole heap of shit that he hadn’t let himself think about before.

Bucky got that, he wanted to say he’d got there on his own, but honestly it’d taken a couple of calls from Sam. Bucky had been such a shitstorm of emotions at first that Stevie had to push all that to one side and be ok. But eventually he had to take some time to be not ok with it.

Because how could anyone be ok with it?

With knowing what had happened, the wreck it’d left of his body, on top of everything else.

Once Bucky’d realised that, he’d just had to wait for Steve to come back to him.

Steve would always come back to him.

Steve was waiting for him, hands just tucked beneath the hem of his briefs.

Bucky let himself smile. “Get on with it then, punk.”

Steve practically dragged the clothes off him, tossing them carelessly over his shoulder. Bucky leaned up to catch his mouth. “You think you’re so sexy, Rogers.”

“Aren’t I?”

It was pitched like a joke, but without any of the humour. Steve had managed to slip a hand just under the curve of his ass, but no further. There was a tiny frown just pulling at his forehead.

“Hey,” he waited Steve met his eyes, “you want me to?”

He could practically hear Steve thinking. Whether it was the honourable thing to let Bucky get himself ready. Whether he oughta take the ‘penalty’ because of what he was about to do. Whether any of it was the
right the thing at all.

Stevie, always a fucking martyr.

“It’s not a trick question, darlin.”

Bucky was already reaching for the slick.

“I… could watch?” Steve said it like it was a compromise.

“Kinky.”

Steve smacked his arm.

He got his fingers slicked up and reached down.

It was bad.

It’d been weeks and he had force himself to remember how to relax into it, but more than that, he’d got used to not feeling that burning down there, inside him.

He made a noise, took a second to remember that that was ok now. Steve wanted him to.

Still…

God, it fucking hurt.

It was…

Steve’s mouth suddenly covered his, chaste and light.

He kissed him back, harder. “Touch me.”

Steve did, running his hands up his ribs, across his chest, and all the time exploring his mouth, biting at his lip.

His entire body was a strange mix of sensations. His fingers were a dry ache inside him, too rough and too stretched. But then Steve’s hands and mouth, every so often the sharp nip of teeth, were sending waves of want right to his cock.

And he couldn’t reach far enough inside himself, couldn’t get the right angle.

It was fucking unbearable.

“Stevie, fuck,” he struggled to push Steve back from where he’d apparently decided to give him the world’s biggest hickey, “Stevie, I’m ready. Jesus!”

Steve finally sat back, looking pretty wrecked already with his hair stuck to his forehead and his cheeks flushed. He just grinned his slightly dopey grin, and absolutely forced Bucky to kiss him again. “So, how’d you wanna do this?”

“Come here.”

He let Steve move him where he wanted him, which turned out to be on his lap. He got it, Stevie wanted him to take the lead on this one. He would happily oblige.

He positioned himself over Steve, groaning as he felt the stretch.

“Fuck.” He dropped his head onto Steve’s shoulder. “Shit. Fuck.”

“Buck?”

He just nodded, pressing his face harder into Steve’s skin.

He’d forgotten how bad it was. He always forgot, that’s probably why he was so eager to do it again. But it was worth it, he knew it was worth it.

It would be.

He shifted slightly, felt Steve scrape inside him.

But Steve also had his arms around him, holding him up, and was muttering into his skin. He couldn’t really hear him but he’d lay money on what he was saying.

He started to move, experimentally, gasped as he found the right angle.

“Bucky?” He opened his eyes, Steve was inches away from his face. “I love you so much.”

Bucky laughed, more of a huff of air punched out of his lungs as he moved. “Love you too, Ste- Ah, fuck!”

Steve pulled him closer, let him duck his head into his shoulder. He was pretty sure he was crying now, the sharp sting of it dragging the tears out of him. It was sending shooting pains up his spine, making his legs weak.

“Buck?”

“Green.”

“OK.”

Stevie loved that whole traffic light thing he’d found online. Bucky didn’t really see the point, why it was any different to ‘stop’ or ‘no’, but if it made Steve happy.

He wanted to finish so bad, but it wasn’t enough. Not to drown out the pain, to let him chase the feeling.

“Stevie, I want- Shit-“

He could hear Steve gasping in his ear. “Yeah?”

“I want- Fuck!” He was beginning to lose it. “Fuck, I can’t.”

He felt Steve kiss his neck. “Alright, baby.”

He let Steve reposition them so he had a bit more leverage. And then he
thrust up. Hard.

Bucky cried out with it.

“Buck?”

“Jesus! Gre- green!”

That was apparently all the encouragement he needed, because Steve went at it like a goddamn piston.

Bucky was making little keening sounds, and it oughta be embarrassing but he didn’t give a fuck, because there were glass shards inside him, and fucking electricity up his spine, but Steve’s teeth were scraping on his throat, on his shoulder, and Steve’s skin was beneath his nails, and he was biting and kissing at him, and all of it was pushing him over the edge…

And…

And he gasped as he came, and that was enough to set Steve off as well, because he could feel him inside him.

Steve was kissing ‘I love you’s into his jaw, but he couldn’t manage to reply.

Couldn’t manage to do much of anything at all.

***

“Bucky?” Steve was laughing at him. It was a nice sound. “Let me up, ya big lug.”

“No.” He tucked his face into Steve’s neck.

Stevie was a nice pillow and Bucky was not moving, not when he felt so fucked out and floaty.

He felt Steve’s hand on his back, patting at him. “Come on, wanna clean us up.”

“Later.”

“Come on!”

He gave in and let Steve roll him off him, landing on his back in a way that sent a twinge up inside him. “Urgh. How are you always so fucking chirpy?”

Steve didn’t answer but Bucky could see the smirk on his face as he wandered into their bathroom.

“Oh wow! Buck, people are gonna talk.”

He hitched himself up on his elbows, to see Steve looking at himself in the mirror. He had hickeys all across his neck and shoulders, bright pink scratches all across his back.

“Huh.” Bucky kinda liked it. “Do I look as bad as you do?”

Steve snagged a washcloth. “Worse.”

Bucky laid back down, threw an arm across his eyes, let himself doze as the water turned on and off. He felt Steve’s weight depress the bed, groaned at the feeling of wet across his stomach but generally let Steve do whatever he was doing.

Until, Steve dipped a bit lower.

He flinched automatically, grabbed at Steve’s wrist.

“Sorry.” He released him.

Steve was frowning. “Does it still hurt?”

Bucky shrugged. “Little bit.”

“Can I help?”

“No. Leave it.”

He felt Steve shift on the bed. “Can’t I-“

He smiled. “Red, Stevie.”

Steve jerked backwards so hard he almost fell off the bed. Bucky heard the cloth splat against the floor.

He sat up. “That was a joke,” he said lamely.

Steve looked as if nothing in the world could be less funny. Bucky just watched him, knelt on the end of the bed. He wished suddenly he’d put fewer marks on his skin.

“Hey,” he waited until Steve met his eyes, “I could use some water.”

Steve flashed a hesitant smile. “Sure thing, Buck.”

He settled himself up against the headboard, so that when Steve came back, carrying a glass of water and several coloured packets, he could slip in at the side of him.

“I brought snacks too.”

Steve deposited the packets on the comforter, handed Bucky the glass, and took his allocated spot, curled up against Bucky’s chest. “You know I love you, right?”

“As if you’d let me forget.”

He felt Steve smile, felt him trace the bottom edge of one of the lower bruises on his chest. “You were right, you are pretty sexy.”

“Jesus, if you need to go again, you’re gonna have to go jerk off somewhere.”

Steve laughed. “I think I’m good.”

“Good, cos I am closed for business.”

“God, how’d you ever convince those dames you were so smooth?”

Bucky thought about it.

“I had to act in front of them. In front of everyone else.”

He didn’t add the ‘except you’, but from the way Steve squirmed closer he guessed he got it.

He pressed a kiss into Steve’s hair. “Hey, Stevie?”

Steve looked up. “Yeah?”

“You ok?”

With this? With everything?

Steve just smiled. “Yeah, I am.” He laid back down. “Are you?”

“Yeah, Stevie.” He kissed into his hair again. “Green.”

Re: Collateral [6/6]

[(Anonymous)]

Bucky not taking their safeword seriously and then feeling bad about Steve’s reaction is such a nice touch here because it really shows a lot about what both characters are thinking and feeling. There’s still a disconnect and plenty for them to work on but they are doing the work to make it work. I like where you’ve chosen to end this. Kudos!

Re: Collateral [6/6]

[(Anonymous)]

Hey so I'm the prompt OP, sorry for not commenting on the last part as I was away on a trip! Thank you so much for writing this, and this last chapter was a great mix of hot-yet-sweet <3