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[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

As Steve sat on a bed in the medical wing of Stark Tower, he wondered if there was something in the air these days that he and Bucky were trading off being injured from month to month. First there was Bucky's leg injury, then he'd been lost in the jungle for a week, followed by Bucky's issues with his arm and now he'd been hit by something of HYDRA's in the last mission to end up like this. This, being the effects of the serum seemingly to have disappeared entirely, leaving him with his pre-serum body and its issues. Tony had gaped at him on listening to Steve's laundry list of medical issues before demanding 'how the hell did you survive into adulthood?' They'd all known he'd been sickly as pre-serum but apparently it had never sunk in as to how bad it actually was. He had to admit it did sound bad on paper but he'd live (mostly) fine for twenty-one years in that body and he'll deal with it today.

At least seventy years later modern medicine has developed far enough that they had medicine to help alleviate some of the symptoms of the worst of his body's poor health. The shots he'd been given and the huge amount of pills laying on the side table was proof of that. Tony was talking about developing some sort of bubble to keep him safe. He appreciated the thought but firmly vetoed that idea. The entire team wanted him to stay in the Tower where JARVIS could monitor his health twenty-four by seven. That he also tried to argue against; he 'd lived alone after his mother's death in this body until the day he joined the army, there shouldn't be any problems with him heading back to his far more upscale apartment.

He scowled darkly and started planning his escape. JARVIS would no doubt tell on him the moment he left but there were still one or two things he could do to make sure he at least got a head start. And once he was back in his apartment, it'll be hard to move him back.

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He ignored the wet stickiness between them in favour for keeping a close watch on Steve to make certain that his friend would recover well. He closed his eyes as he nuzzled Steve's hair in an attempt to soothe his friend's ailing body.

"Yes... I did, didn't I?" He hummed as he had a fragment of a memory to go with that and was even more pleased. His hands stroked Steve's body "May I still call you that sometimes? I know you aren't a child anymore, but... it was my name for you." He shifted under his friend at the laughter, uncertain what he had said to earn that kind of response. "...are you alright?"

The nuzzling was very nice as was the hands stroking his firmly up and down his back and he wouldn't object Bucky repeating it later on. He rubbed his cheek against Bucky's chest, continuing to try to breath easy and deep, nodding in response to Bucky's question before adding a raspy verbal response. "Of course. You're the only one left now...that knows that old nickname." Not even Peggy knew it, due to the fact they'd met as adults.

Steve coughed some more in between more wheezing, trying not to dig his elbows into Bucky's body as his own shifted in response to the coughing. "I'm...fine..." Of course Bucky didn't understood the inadvertent pun he'd just made. They'll probably have to talk about the actual sex later (and it'll probably be just as awkward as the first time) but now he just wants to let his body recover.

He sighed at the smoothness of Steve's cheek, and he was keenly aware of the return to normal breathing for his friend. There was only warmth for the smaller man on his chest, and he hummed as he remembered little fragments of times that he had used that nickname when they were children and even in teenage years. "Then... it's my name for you just like Bucky is yours for me."

He patted Steve's back gently, and he didn't mind the shifting or bony protuberances from his friend. "You don't sound alright with all that wheezing," he replied, daring to drop his flesh hand to squeeze one of Steve's ass cheeks.

Years and years ago there'd been a times he wished he could grow a beard or a mustache in a mistaken impression that will make him look less frail. Later on he was glad as it saved him from having to have every day in the army. "Yeah...that's right. You were the one who told me to call you Bucky though...the first time we met...and it stuck. Said the name James was too stuffy." Steve smiled in remembrance of happy times in the past.

He privately admitted he'll probably need his inhaler if the wheezing doesn't go away in another few minutes but he doesn't want to move quite yet. "It's fine...if it doesn't..." The rest of his sentence was interrupted with a squeak from Steve as he felt one of his ass cheeks squeezed. "Bucky!"

Shaving was just something that he did because it seemed to be expected of him and he found that being clean-shaven was a novel pleasure. "James is a very stuffy formal name," he agreed thoughtfully. He couldn't imagine Steve actually using it, though he thought that some of the Avengers might enjoy using such a formal name for him. "I want you to call me Bucky still."

His hand rubbed up and down Steve's back, and he shifted his legs up again to frame Steve in so his friend didn't have to feel like rolling over wasn't an option. Steve wouldn't fall off of him anyway. "Yes?" His hand pet Steve's offended ass cheek as an apology.

"People only used to call you 'James' if you were in trouble." Steve hummed. Several people came to mind, most of them long dead like their old school teachers, Bucky's mother, and Colonel Philips. Formal names sounds more impressive when listed out one by one in that particular tone of voice. "Alright. Bucky it is." Certainly if Bucky wanted to to use another name he would have but he has always liked the name Bucky best.

Steve made another squeaking noise as he felt the offending hand pet his buttocks again. "I need my inhaler. And to get clean now." If he started squirming again in Bucky's lap again it might start something he's not sure his body can take again so soon even if mentally he doesn't really object. This excuse should give both of them a bit of a break.

Yes, he figured that would be the only reason, and he wondered if he got himself into enough trouble whether Steve would be reduced to calling him 'James'. He doubted it; it seemed to him that the strength and volume of 'Bucky' just continued to rise when Steve was dealing with any antics that his friend wasn't certain of or was annoyed about.

He stiffened at the mention of inhaler, and old instincts, even those long forgotten, were quick to kick in. He gently tipped Steve off of him and shot out of the pillow fort like lightning to go and retrieve the inhaler through the massive bag of medications. He knew what he was looking for and he skidded on his bare thigh on the carpet in his haste to give the inhaler in Steve's hands. He watched anxiously from outside the fort, mess still drying on his belly and thighs but having eyes only for Steve.

Steve opened his mouth to tell Bucky that he wasn't in QUITE that much hurry in need of medicine at that moment when he was set down gently and had only enough time to crawl out of the pillow fort himself before Bucky returned. He winced at he way Bucky's bare skin dragged along the carpet; it was a good quality carpet and better than he would have owned before the war and usually that would hurt but he supposed Bucky would barely feel that sort of pain. He inhaler in hand, he took two puffs as directed earlier. It was more of a precaution at this point in Steve's opinion but within minutes he could feel himself breathing far easier with the wheezing almost disappearing entirely.

He sat there and let himself just breath, slow and deep breathes for a few minutes more before looking up at Bucky with a smile and climbing to his feet, sparing a glance at the movie that was still playing at the side. "Thank you, Bucky. I"m going to go get clean now. Do you want to...?" He left his sentence open ended; Bucky could of course go and do as he wished.

He ignored the burn sensation on his flesh, intent on his mission to make certain that Steve was able to breathe freely and without issue. He watched avidly for the signs that things were better, that all was well again and the potential of crisis had been averted with quick action and the marvels of modern medicine. There was something grounding about watching Steve breathe.

Slowly, he pushed himself fluidly to his feet along with Steve, but he had eyes only for his friend. "You are alright with me getting clean right now too?" He took a single step to bring himself in behind Steve, his flesh arm circling his friend's slim waist protectively as he pressed his chest to Steve's shoulders.

Modern medicine was really one of the things he liked best about the future. Before the war he'd have been puffing on one of his asthma cigarettes and hoped for the best. He's learned since then while they helped with the symptoms (sometimes) they also might have been contributing to his heart problems. The inhaler was cleaner, much faster acting, and didn't have nearly as many or serious side effects. He breathed, keeping the breathes deep and even and feeling much better when there wasn't the feel of something constructing his lungs from getting the air it badly needed.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" They've showered and bathed and slept together already, this shouldn't been any different. Steve tipped his head back against Bucky's bare chest and looked up into his friend's face. He could feel how broad shouldered and heavily muscled Bucky was compared to him standing close together in this position.

He was gaining an appreciation of the marvels of medicine now that Steve was like this, and the medications and the inhaler and the promotion of good health was the only thing that kept him from hovering constantly. Steve was safe. Steve was happy. Steve was tiny but fierce. There was a fondness that was nestled deep in his brain that he couldn't hope to explain in words, but he felt it all the same like a splinter in his mind.

"I have to check. Boundaries or something," he said even as he tilted his chin to his chest so that he could look down into Steve's upturned face. It was easy to just lean down and seal their lips together, his metal hand sliding under Steve's jaw to keep his friend's face upturned towards his own.

Steve also quite appreciated food in the modern century. No more boiled cabbage, no more boiled ANYTHING. And thanks to vitamins and new scientific/medicinal discoveries, he never has to eat another slice of animal liver ever again if he doesn't want to (and he never wants to again, that stuff was awful). There was good food readily available from all around the world and more than that, a warm place for them to live. There was lots of things that shouldn't have happened to either one of them but here and right now he was so grateful and happy he can share all of this with Bucky who was still with him right here and right now.

He opened his mouth, an exasperated look in his eyes and a tart reply ready, something along the lines of how they have already crossed all sorts of lines and only NOW he was asking before his eyes slid closed at the touch of Bucky's lips on his. He huffed a sigh then he melted against Bucky, mouth hot and pliant under his friend's.

The Soldier just plain appreciated food in general, since he had no particular memory of the old way. If there was food on a plate offered to him, he would probably put it in his mouth and enjoy it because it was all so novel. His body didn't suffer from poisoning either, so he felt little restraint.

He kissed Steve quite thoroughly before he finally pulled back and hummed a soft sound. "To be clean, you'll need to go to the bathroom," he murmured before just scooping Steve up bridal style and padding to the bathroom in question. He kicked the door shut gently, closing them in together in the ultimate privacy.

Steve squawked in outrage as he was picked up in bridal style. "Bucky! I can walk by myself!" He elbowed Bucky in the side as his objections (and the elbow) was ignored and was carried into the bathroom. Steve crossed his arms over his chest and stared balefully at his friend. He may currently have a weak lungs and a crooked spine but his legs and feet still worked just fine. There was no need to carry him anywhere.

"You can put me down any time now." He grunted when the door was closed behind them.

Steve really did have bony elbows, but he didn't mind as he was getting his way in babying his friend and getting a rise out of Steve at the same time. It also meant that his friend wasn't concentrating on the fact that he had previously groped and petted Steve's backside, which left the smaller man open for another assault.

He shifted Steve in his grip, groping his friend's backside in the process of setting Steve down on the floor again and then sidling his larger body in to crowd Steve close to the wall as he leaned down and began to suck and kiss on Steve's pale neck.

Steve absolutely hated being babied; he's had enough of that as a child and wouldn't stand for it as an adult. He continued to glare at Bucky as he was set gently on his feet, not missing the fact that his ass was groped again in the process and opened his mouth to give Bucky a firm telling off for it, only for his first word (which was Bucky's name) turn into a groan as he was pressed into the tiles with warm wet lips mouthing determinedly his neck.

'Give him an inch and he'll take a mile.' Steve thought distractedly as he hands clutched at Bucky, caught between the urge to pull him closer or push him away. The bathroom tiles was cold against his back but Bucky's body gave off enough heat that it more than made it for it. A startled noise of pleasure escaped from his mouth as Bucky's mouth found a sensitive spot before he bit down on the rest of the noise. "Bucky!"

If anything, Steve's glare only drew him in closer and made him want more. He wasn't refused either, and the noise that Steve made sent a thrill down his spine as his fingers trailed up his friend's skinny sides and walked along each protruding rib on their way up. His mouth was hot and eager, tasting and lavishing attention in a way that he had never done before. Well that he remembered anyway.

He drew closer, pressing his body against Steve's where his friend was now trapped against the tiles. He kissed and sucked only Steve's right shoulder, pausing only briefly at the call of his name, a hiss of approval leaving his lips. He went right back to what he had been doing, perhaps a bit more eagerly.

Bucky may not remember but Steve does. He remembers seeing by accident Bucky with one of the dames he stepped out with, the two of them half-hidden in an alley, in the exact position they were now in. Steve had backed away immediately, face red, and couldn't look Bucky in the eyes for the next week but eventually things returned to normal between them. It was clear that Bucky still knows what to do, even if the actual memory of past events still wasn't there.

He threads one hand's fingers through Bucky's hair, nails scraping lightly at the other man's scalp. He still wants to get clean, the dried white mess on his shirt and stomach was itchy and distracting, and he has things to say to Bucky. Things like: 'we just had sex in the pillow fort of all places and now you want to defile the bathroom too?' and 'stop sneaking gropes of my ass when you think I'm not paying attention, I ALWAYS know.' It was hard to think though, with Bucky sucking away on his shoulder, a place he never thought of as particularly sensitive before and arched forward unthinkingly, rolling his hips a little in the process.

He had that tingling of a memory just at the edge of his consciousness of warm skin trembling under his lips, the slide of arms around his neck and the press of a warm body sliding against his own. This was better, far more freeing and the slightness of Steve's body bringing about a hot want that he didn't even realize existed until he had his friend pressed against the tiles and was tasting skin like it might be his last chance.

He curled his head so that he could feel more of the press of Steve's fingers, and his fingers stroked up and down the smaller man's sides, still crowding but in an interested protective manner. He swept his hips side-to-side across Steve's, his ardor rising again like any good production of post-World War I child, like any good super-soldier. His hips rolled with Steve's, his flesh once again sneaking around to stroke and pet his friend's ass.

In comparison, Steve doesn't have quite as much experience as Bucky does, even if he remembers all of his encounters. He was not comparing them though, because this was Bucky he was with right now, and Bucky has always been special.

Bucky definitely has an obsession with his ass and Steve has no idea why. It wasn't particularly firm or large, not as it was right now, simply proportional to the rest of his smaller-than-he-should-be-for-his-age body. His hips jerked forward into Bucky's as he felt a hand on it again. "Bucky!" He whined again, the hand still stroking through Bucky's hair tightening for a moment before Steve forcibly relaxed them. He could feel Bucky hardening against him, and his own twitched interestingly even as it was slower to respond to their proceedings than Bucky's. After a moment, Steve reached between them to curl his hand around both of their cocks, mirroring Bucky's actions from earlier.

When Steve didn't make a fuss about his hand, his metal one made the slow shift to be able to curl around and grasp the other ass cheek, massaging both as he used his grip to roll their hips together. He shivered at his nickname but didn't stop, but his head tipped slightly towards the grip on his long hair, a throaty sound of pleasure leaving him in response.

Yet, he stilled with barely repressed anticipation when Steve made the first move to respond in kind to his advances. He set his feet perfectly apart for balance, and he full-body shuddered with pleasure at the small hand that grasped them both. He whispered a plea against Steve's skin as his hands massaged the ass in his hands and his lips caressed their way up his friend's neck again as his hips pumped forward eagerly.

There was definitely going to be some pointed comments later about the ass grabbing and petting. Later, when Steve didn't think his mind wasn't completely distracted by the pleasure and sensations they were causing each other. He tugged lightly on the hair again in response to the low growl Bucky gave him, absently noting that this was something Bucky liked (then again there were hints of this before, when Steve played or petted with Bucky's hair and scalp).

It was only right that he was the one to give them this pleasure now, since Bucky had a turn earlier. He moaned breathlessly at the sensation of Bucky's lips working it's way up again and he tilted his head back and to the side to let him work as he wanted. And with every forward thrust of the hips, he worked his hand up and down their cocks in a rhythm matching the thrusts as best he could. "C'mon...Buck..." He could feel his lung seizing up just like before but with the medicine he took earlier, Steve thought it would be fine this time.

Until that conversation came up, he was going to lavish untold affection on the smooth round flesh in his hands. He didn't say that he also rather liked the jutting swell of Steve's hips, but his hands found their way there a little less than they gripped his friend's ass and propelled their hips towards each other.

He shivered at the moan that Steve gave, sounding something similar as he kissed and sucked his way to his friend's earlobe. It became the victim of intense licking and sucking as his hips moved with increasing frequency. While he didn't get winded per say, his rate of breathing rose as Steve pulled them along to a second wave of intense pleasure, and he didn't resist. He coated his friend's hand and belly again, groaning something that sounded like Steve's name when he came.

If Bucky liked Steve's buttocks and his hips, then Steve was fond of Bucky's hair, of the line of his jaw. He was especially fond of Bucky's lips right now, when they were providing him with so much pleasure right now. His hand continued to move frantically over their cocks, right through Bucky's orgasm, mindlessly chasing after his own, an answering moan on his own lips when he heard something that was most likely his name groaned into his ear. Steve took one sharp breathe in as he felt himself finally going over the edge and released over his hand and his own belly with a wail, his vision whiting out.

With that, his hands dropped weakly from Bucky's body and he swayed forward, eyes sliding closed.

He slowed his kissing when they both came, the sound of Steve's pleasure as much as concern as it was a pleasurable sound to hear. He stepped in so that he could catch his friend if Steve was going to collapse to the floor. His body was singing with warmth and sensation, and he couldn't help but savour everything about it. It ranked up there with eating in his mind, but it brought him far closer with Steve.

His arms curled around Steve to pull his friend again him, sucking lightly the other man's ear. He listened specifically to the sound of Steve's breath. "We... can do this more often from now on, yes?"

[CLOSED TO disassembling] - Something in the air?

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