a_musingly | [closed to disassembling] - I Thought You Were Dead

These little games were rare, especially given the nature of their training and their jobs. Why fight each other when they spent pretty much their entire lives fighting? However, it was something that they were very good at. With Steve it was about learning to enjoy himself again and while he wouldn't go out of his way to listen to music, cook or sketch, he would make an effort for this.

He hissed in pleasure as the blanket did their job and he immediately launched to tackle Steve back over onto the mattress where he could regain his position on the top spot, his hands searching for limbs to pin down as he tried to wrap his legs around other limbs to keep them from getting away easily from him.

Seeing the way Bucky radiated enjoyment and relaxation was why Steve indulged this with his friend. While he hoped that Bucky would eventually find other hobbies to enjoy, this play was good too. And despite the fact he liked seeing the smugness Bucky oozed when he one (he liked it when Bucky openly showed his emotions instead of hiding behind the blank emotionless mask of the Winter Soldier), he was competitive enough to try his best to win their little games.

Steve made a grab for the edges of the blanket as he went down backwards again and tried to wrap the blanket around Bucky, using it as an impromptu binding to force Bucky's arms against his body when his friends hands went groping for his to try to pin him down again. He may be on the bottom spot again but that didn't mean he'd lost yet.

He felt the usual strange warm thrill that happened when someone of similar skill and strength took him on. Like all his other battles, he remained silent even if stealth was not something that happened here in bed. It was his turn to be a bit surprised when the blanket was used against him, and he struggled against the material from tangling up his arms.

His legs clamped on any part of Steve that they could find and the blanket was not doing so well against their combined strength. He personally didn't care about ripping material, just another victim of their play as he got his flesh arm loose and swung a fist in the approximate area he thought Steve's shoulder was.

There weren't many that could take him on in a one on one head-on fight. Thor definitely could. Tony too, in his suit though Tony wasn't much for hand to hand fighting. Natasha could if she had the element of surprise. And of course there was Bucky. They always had an audience every time they sparred in the gym, even if said audience had to watch through cameras instead of ringside as per Steve's request.

Steve had been aiming to use the blanket as a start of a bear hug before pulling Bucky down and against his chest. That plan got interrupted when the blanket ripped instead he winced as the punch grazed his shoulder. He tried for the bear hug anyway even with only remains of the blanket in his hands.

He could care less if people watched them sparring in the gym, but it was less of a spar with other people present. He reverted far too easily to the Winter Soldier and went for damaging and even killing blows sometimes, a warning to those observing that he played no favourites when he wanted to kill someone. Steve just happened to be very good at reading and dodging him, but he had noticed that few people observed anymore.

He smirked as his fist grazed flesh and scrambled to get a hold on Steve's shoulders. It didn't work as well as he would have hoped as his left arm became pinned against his side as Steve's arms locked around him. He hissed and grabbed back with his free right hand, trying to pry his friend's arms open so he could escape and try pinning again soon.

Steve noticed after the first one with an audience so subsequent ones were always semi-private. Having to face off against against the Winter Soldier for real instead of a friendly spar with his friend was unsettling to say the least. He'd survived because he'd had prior experience against the way the Soldier fought. The gym unfortunately had to be redone entirely with the amount of damaged they'd done to the surroundings during their fight and thankfully Bucky had retained enough control not to take the fight outside of the gym.

He couldn't get a hold of the right arm, not with the way it kept trying to break hold of his armlock around Bucky and it was all he could do to pin the left arm down. So he bucked up with his own torso towards to one side the best he could with Bucky's legs still clamped around his in an effort to roll over. If he could pin Bucky down like this, it would be excellent.

He had no taken up any of the others challenges for a spar, fought only Steve for the time being. His indifference only seemed to antagonize Tony a bit, but really he was using missions to study up on everyone else before he decided the best way to engage them in any sort of combat. He knew some would be difficult and others he could best if he applied himself well and with the tricks of his trade. Perhaps someday soon he would take on Thor or Tony who would be the hardest in his opinion.

He struggled hard, the plates of his arm shifting under Steve's grip as it settled more into combat mode, but he couldn't get it free with their current twisting struggling position. He had to suddenly uncurl a leg to try to catch the bed, but he underestimated the slick sheets and his heel just slid as he was flipped to his back. His right hand flew up to seize at Steve's throat, but there was a sudden strange warmth that flared when Steve's heavier body landed on his own. He couldn't explain it, but it felt... good.

So far, out of his other friends Thor and Tony were the most enthusiastic about asking for spars from Bucky. (Tony he suspected was more interested in getting a closer look at how the arm look than out of any real desire to fight while Thor was completely honest about his desire about getting someone new to fight with that he didn't have to hold back quite so much.) On the other hand, he wasn't looking forward to seeing the damage that would be done to the gym the day Bucky decides to take them up on their offers. Tony waved the cost of rebuilding the gym away as a matter of course and joked about it but Steve couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy. However he didn't deny the spars would be interesting to watch.

He couldn't help but feel flash of elation as his ploy worked; he had Bucky pinned down instead of the opposite position they started off with. Steve saw the hand reaching for his throat just in time to make a grab for it to try to pin it down against the bed. It may have been the flesh hand instead of the metal one, but it'll do just as much damage to his throat even if Bucky didn't mean to. He made use of his bigger bulk to press Bucky's body down hard on the bed, making sure to put enough force at the hips and thighs so Bucky couldn't throw him off.

"Yield?"

He admitted that he grudgingly didn't mind Thor much or Bruce, who knew the value of personal space. If there were any of the other Avengers he could get along with, it was them and the Widow but more on a professional level. He still always preferred Steve's company, but he considered gradually warming up to the other two out of anyone. He knew that he would always prefer Steve, and that was where his attention always shifted when they were in a room as a group. Sparring would perhaps come another time when he deigned to consider such things beyond his friend.

He couldn't help but let out a growl when his flesh arm was pinned down to the bed, and he shifted, trying vainly to throw Steve off of him and only succeeding in shifting the larger weight against his own. His fingers flexed in aggravation, but he continued to struggle, testing out any weak points in Steve's hold on him, but it was pretty solid. He shifted his legs last, trying to get a good press of them to throw Steve, but his attempts only ended up rubbing their thighs and hips together and again, it felt... good and warm.

"No, I don't yield," he growled, though his struggling was less to throw off and more to experiment a bit on why he was feeling good when they rubbed like this.

"Well, I could do this all day." Steve laughed at the growl, and pressed down more firmly, solid as a rock as Bucky continued to test, though he was careful not to use too much force as to really hurt Bucky. Now that he had a good hold over Bucky His eyes widened as Bucky instead of trying to throw him off began to grind their hips and thighs together. His morning wood had pretty much gone down while they'd been wrestling but now it was stirring again by the tentative rubbing. His knows his face is probably turning pink again but stubbornly refused to move from his spot on top.

"You...you sure you don't want to yield?" He asked a bit breathlessly dropping his head down to Bucky's shoulders belatedly thinking that he really should have insisted Bucky put on some pants first.

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"Don't think I can't," he replied with a narrowing of his eyes. He was not going to give up until he had worked every angle of this and found a way out. Besides, Steve had to go to the bathroom at some point, and that meant that he would have to have his freedom for that. He had it all planned out as he strained in the hold on him for his upper body but he was still exploring that pleasant sensation with his lower half.

"I don't yield. You'll have to force a tap-out," he replied smugly and managed to shift a thigh enough to wedge it between Steve's to see if he could force the hold on his legs to loosen some. His head turned when Steve's forehead hit his shoulder, giving a sharp nip with his teeth to show that he would use every advantage to win this sparring match.

It was true that Steve will have to use the bathroom eventually, but his bladder isn't the urgent issue right now. It's the muscled thigh between his legs pressing up his renewed erection and the way Bucky kept pressing upwards, rubbing and grinding. Even the sharp nip on his ear only added to the sensations and he hid the whine he let out against Bucky's shoulders, not willing to look up, sure that his face was red. It took almost all he had not to grind back down and to just hold to his position position.

Eventually, he supposed he could force a tap-out by putting Bucky in a choke-hold or rather a modified variation of one in their current positions but he was feeling far too stubborn to give up right now. It was rare that he got to pin Bucky down like this; usually his friend was far too slippery for him to do it easily.

He finally took notice with the way that Steve's physical reaction subsided and then returned. Some part of him knew exactly what it was about, recognized the danger of their position and even saw the signs of struggling with the pleasure of it all in Steve. Another part of him wanted to use it to his advantage to get out of the hold, to spar in any way that he saw fit to slink out of the strong arms pinning him. He felt the heat from Steve's face on his chest, and he flexed his hands in the hold on him, finally applying more effort with his prosthetic.

He leaned his face down, pressing his nose into the top of Steve's head, breathing deep the scent of the shampoo from last night and the scent that his friend normally carried. "Steve..." he murmured, his voice huskier as the warmth and position started an odd stir between his own legs, slight but noticeable by him who had not had such things in a long time.

Steve froze when heard the low throaty sound of his name coming from Bucky's lips close to his ear. And pressed as close to Bucky as he was now, he could feel it when Bucky's body started showing signs of mirroring his reaction to their current situation. Slowly he raised his head, aware that his face was flushed pink, his hair a mess due to a combination of bedhead and their wrestling activities but not aware that his pupils were blown wide with lust.

"Bucky..." He breathed. And then that was when Bucky's efforts with his prosthetic arm overpowered a distracted Steve and broke free. Steve tried to recover himself immediately, trying to pin the arm back down again.

His nose pulled back as Steve's head rose from where it had been on his chest, and he stared at his friend and the sight that greeted him was both confusing and appealing. He liked that look of lust on Steve's face, and it had his body shifting under his friend's one, pressing their hips together with a touch more pressure before his metal arm broke free of the hold.

It broke the spell of exploration of such sensation as his metal arm shifted around to grasp onto Steve and shove his friend off of him as he wiggled and squirmed to get out of the rest of the hold, his cheeks dusted with a pink flush of his own, though his hair hung over his eyes a bit to hide some of it.

A full groan escaped Steve's mouth as Bucky thrust upwards with his hips and he felt a flash of pleasure spreading through him before the groan changed into a startled oof as he was shoved off of Bucky suddenly. He tried to at least pin Bucky's legs down in place but this time, it was his turn to lose his footing on the sheets and tripped over the remains of the blanket right off the edge of the bed. It didn't hurt and Steve recovered right back into a crouch on the heavily carpeted floor.

"Stop! That's...that's enough play for now, Bucky. I need to use the bathroom." Steve panted. He could tell Bucky was already planning to pounce again, no matter that one of them was no longer on the bed.

The sound that Steve made sent a shiver and what could only be described as a thrill through him that he was almost regretful that he threw his friend off of him and escaped the pin. He rolled up to crouch on the balls of his feet on the mattress, one hand pressing on the bed for balance but the other raised with full intention of using it to capture his friend again. Too bad Steve was off the bed, but that just made the sparring far more entertaining. He stared like a predator at his friend, sizing up the opportunity to take Steve down.

He blinked at the attempt to pause their activities and he shifted forward, moving towards the end of the bed. "But we just started. You can't leave now; it's getting so good," he replied with a husky voice. "Come on, come at me," he challenged playfully.

Steve visibly hesitated, staring back with wide eyes as Bucky loomed over him on the bed, looking like he was about to just pounce anyway regardless of what Steve said. Again he was reminded of a cat, one that was in the mood to play and disinclined to take no for an answer (and in fact my continuously harass you until you say yes.) He liked the easy, playful look on Bucky and he could feel flash of heat go up his spine at the voice, low and throaty, almost a purr.

"Bathroom first. You might have an iron bladder but not me." Steve said. While it was true his bladder needed emptying but it was not the full reason. He needed at least a few minutes to get his own head straight. "After that you can pounce on me as much as you please."

The wide-eyed look almost drew him from the bed to pounce on Steve again, but he held himself poised just before the action. He shifted closer to the edge of the bed, perching there and waiting for the best opportunity to jump on Steve, to continue their sparring and to feel good and warm again. He wanted that more than he wanted to admit, and he suspected Steve could tell that about him too. Who else to read him better than his friend?

"No, don't go," he almost pleaded, fingers clenching on the edge of the mattress. He felt like if Steve left, the warmth that had built up would go away again; it meant he might not be able to get it back. "I want to pounce on you now. I feel good now, so let's do this," he said as he hopped off the bed to stand and moved to stalk the distance between them.

Steve has this feeling that if things continue to go this way he'll be the one that will have to explain certain things to Bucky. Things regarding arousal, sex, and its related feelings that even Steve isn't able to entirely untangle. (And he's not sure if he wants to. Or even if he can.) It had felt good, almost too good to be in close contact with Bucky like this. Cuddling together when they slept in the same bed wasn't nearly the same. And Bucky felt the same way he knew, even if his friend didn't understand why.

He stared, mesmerized by the sway of Bucky's hips as his friend stalked towards him like one of those big cat predators from Africa. It was when Bucky got with arm's length when Steve startled out of his stare and rolled smoothly to his feet so that Bucky was no longer towering over him. "It will feel just as good later, I promise. It's not a one time thing."

He closed the distance easily, and he expected that Steve was going to let this continue, let their play keep feeling so good. That was what he wanted, and he assumed that the way that his friend's gaze seemed to focus on his hips that he was going to be able to push for his way in this too. It was very little that he was denied when it came to Steve.

He stepped in even as Steve stood until there was barely an inch between them and he could feel the heat radiating off of Steve's skin. His metal hand slipped from his side to settle on Steve's hip, preventing an easy escape as he peered up at his friend. "It's not a one time thing, hmm? Come on, we were having fun... let's continue now. You never know when you'll be summoned to another level..."

It was true; Steve could deny Bucky very little when it came to himself, especially when it was something he liked too. But there was always the faint sprinkling of unease that came up occasionally in Steve's mind, that this wasn't right, not when Bucky doesn't understand or remember the whys and hows behind what feels good to him.

Bucky's metal hand felt cool on his hip, a sharp contrast to Steve's still overheating body. He bent his head down, close enough that their noses were almost touching. "You know I'm always happy to spar with you, or wrestle around in bed. Even if I'm called away we can get back to the...fun...later." He doubted JARVIS would let anyone bother them right now so there wasn't much chance of him or Bucky getting called out for anything less than an emergency. "Ten minutes. That's all I ask." Ten minutes probably wasn't going to be enough but he doubted he'll get even half of that.

For a moment, the Soldier thought that he was getting permission to continue, to pull Steve in tight against him and wrestle his friend to the ground, but it was soon followed up with a time out again. He flexed his fingers against Steve's hip, aware that he could force the issue, but there was some undercurrent in Steve's voice that had him debating the worth of pushing when he had been requested to stop for a few minutes for a third time.

"I... alright," he agreed grudgingly. He released Steve's hip with obvious reservation but turned away all the same. He'd give Steve ten minutes, maybe... do general upkeep on himself or something in that time, probably have to get back into pants to face the day that was ahead of them. He wondered if he could sneak out the window so he could trot off back to Steve's place and leave his friend to assure everyone that everything was fine. Oh... well, he'd miss brunch, and he wasn't certain he wanted to do that either.

Steve hated seeing disappointment on Bucky's face. But suddenly there as too much going on in his head and the potential of doing real harm stop him from continuing with the play, as much as Bucky was enjoying it. And as soon as Bucky stepped away from him, Steve sighed, already missing the closeness. His fingers twitched, wanting to pull Bucky back close and reassure him that this wasn't a rejection, simply that there was something Steve needs to figure out in his own head first.

He turned and headed into the bathroom. After taking care of his bladder he stepped into the coldest shower he could manage and had JARVIS call Sam for him. Sam was the most stable and normal person he knows AND he has actual professional advice he could really use. It was unfortunate that Sam told him right out that no, both of you have issues I'm not qualified to deal with, here is some stuff I think you should do but go and find an actual specialist for this, okay? Steve thanked Sam but rather doubted there was anyone in the world who was able to deal with him and Bucky together. He stepped out of the shower with a minute to spare from his self-imposed time limit of 10 minutes, dried himself dressed before leaving the bathroom, hoping Bucky would have stayed instead of disappearing.

He watched Steve go subtly, but there was nothing more that he could do aside from bust down the door and try to get his way, which he had promised them both that he wouldn't do. He remained fighting his disappointment and trying to figure out his own emotions on the matter, considering the warm sensation that had suffused him previously. He was always trusting and warm with Steve, but that had been different after all, it had been on a physical level rather than the usual comfort that came mentally. He had felt high-strung rather than calmed in that situation, something that generally only happened during battle.

He eased away from the bedroom given he had lost interest and wandered to the kitchen area where they had eaten previously. He had ten minutes to burn, and that seemed like a long time to wander. He found his uniform clean and folded, so in light of the day starting and the previous known discomfort by Steve, he pulled on his military fatigues and his leather vest, zipping and strapping it on securely. He armed himself with his knifes because they were there and then returned to the bedroom in order to search up a brush for his hair, which had not settled down overmuch since he had slept. He lurked in a corner of the room because of the old habit of doing so brushing out the tangles of his hair until it lay flat and untangled around his face and waited for Steve to make another appearance.

[closed to disassembling] - I Thought You Were Dead

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