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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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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?"

Steve moaned weakly at the extra simulation to his ear. Everything felt like it's too much right now and his breathing was harsh and frantic as he tried to catch his breathe. It was a good thing that Bucky had stepped closer or he would have just slumped directly to the ground, feeling completely boneless and languid. All he wanted to do now was curl up in bed and sleep but the itchiness on his stomach and still wet hand reminded him he still needed to get clean.

After a few minutes, he roused himself to answer Bucky's question. "Maybe. Yes." There'll be some rules. Like not in the cushion fort again. And probably not in Stark Tower. "I want to wash up now."

He kept his friend upright, monitoring if he was going to have to make another quick dash to Steve's puffer to stabilize breathing again. His hands stroked little circles against his friend's back, nuzzling the side of Steve's head even as he glanced towards the shower, which he knew had actually been the intended purpose for coming in here in the first place.

"Maybe? What do I have to do to convince you it should just be yes?" He nodded and still kept a careful arm around Steve's waist as he guided his friend to the shower and only let go to turn on and test the water to make certain that it wasn't going to burn or freeze their skin off. He tended towards colder temperatures to be on the safe side. "Okay, the water is ready."

Steve took one deep breathe tentatively, followed by a second, happy to discovered that while his chest still burned a bit, it didn't feel like he was going to go through another asthma attack. He leaned into the hand at his back, humming softly in contentment at the soothing touches to his body as they took the two steps to the shower. Bucky wasn't going to let him fall, he knew to trust that.

"There's going to be some rules first." He answered distractedly as Bucky tested the water and he took off the dirty shirt and dropped it to the ground, making a mental note to clean up tomorrow. He muttered a soft word of thanks as he got into the shower. The water was colder than he liked but it also served to wake him up a bit form his near-sleep state as he began to scrub himself clean perfunctorily.

He watched Steve carefully as his friend stepped into the shower, and he wasn't too far behind. He had no clothing to remove or consider cleaning up, so he was quick to make certain that Steve needed no assistance in staying upright in the shower. He sidled to one side to catch a bit of the spray to rinse off the mess that was drying on his own skin.

"There are rules to feeling good with you?" He cast Steve a suspicious look as if this was a joke that he had failed to pick up on. That happened more than once with the Avengers.

It felt good to be clean. Not that he didn't enjoy the process of getting dirty this time but the outcome once tried on his skin itched. And the water served to clear his head enough that he didn't need help staying on his own feet even in the slippery shower. Normally the shower wouldn't have fit two grown man, especially men of their size after the serum but right now it was just a tight fit.

"There are rules for sex." He said firmly, even if his face pinked up a bit as he said it. This was no joke and he'll clarify it as many times as necessary. He yawned, and reached to turn off the water now that they were both clean. "I'll clarify tomorrow morning after we get some sleep."

He waited until Steve was clean before he began to steal some of the water by cupping his hands to gather it to wash himself. There wasn't enough room to comfortably switch positions, and he was more than fine staying behind and keeping an eye on Steve to make certain that his friend didn't have any kind of physical attack from their two separate adventures.

"Okay," he said, waiting for the proverbial rules so that he could apply himself to memorizing them and being completely aware of them at all times. He frowned when he was instead told to wait, but he knew that waiting would make it better. Steve looked on the verge of collapse as it was, so he didn't push. He was patient after all.

He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist and offering Steve the second one. "Okay, where are we sleeping?"

He yawned again, blinking sleepily before taking the offered towel and wrapping it around his waist. Wandering out of the bathroom, he almost tripped on the edge of the carpeting before righting himself. "The bed of course." He said he padded in the direction of the bedroom. "That's going to be one of the rules: no sex in the cushion fort. We're going to have to clean and air out everything tomorrow." He would do it today, but it's been a long day ending with unplanned-for-but-not-entirely-unwelcome sex.

In the bedroom, he took out an old pair of pyjama bottoms for himself (as with every piece of clothing he currently owns was too big for him but he figured it didn't matter too much if he was sleeping) and eyed Bucky thoughtfully, wondering if his friend will accept even if increasingly Bucky will try to sleep in the nude.

He said nothing about the fact that they were going to sleep in the bed, since it was bigger and probably a little less messy than their fort currently. He followed Steve, but he halted as the first rule was revealed. It was like Steve had just told the children of the world that Christmas was cancelled. "But why? You can have sex anywhere you can think of." He didn't mind keeping things clean and aired, but... had he done something wrong to have the best place in the apartment taken away?

He sulked near the doorway as he removed his towel and dried off his skin of the water from the shower and rubbed his hair vigorously. He was dry enough where he didn't think that it would be a problem and hung the towel up to dry. He made no move to help himself to pajamas and prowled to the bed to sit on the most vulnerable aspect of it.

The bed was clean and neat, just like how he'd left it before the mission. Steve dried himself off and slipped on the pyjama bottoms before climbing in, noting with a mental sigh that yes, pyjamas were once again not even under consideration for Bucky. He supposed that given what they've done already in the cushion fort, sleeping in the nude was very little in comparison. "Yes but some places are not appropriate. I'm not saying you can't still sleep there, or cuddle there. Just no sex there."

He tugged the covers up to his waist and waited for Bucky to lie down or move to another preferred position. "Besides, it's not going to be big enough after the serum kicks in again without it falling on top of us. You only got away with it this time because I'm small right now."

He watched Steve, not certain that he could agree that one of his favourite places was off limits when he really wanted to. He thought that they were both skilled enough to make the fort work even when Steve was back to normal. They just have to press closer together or find the few positions that would work. "Is this going to be a secret just between us then?"

Slowly, he drew his legs up and under the covers and lay on his side facing Steve. He propped his head up with an arm and narrowed his eyes at the insinuation he didn't have the skills to make any situation work. "It would work. I can prove it to you."

Steve paused, thinking about it. This wasn't like back in the thirties and forties, when being with another man would get you arrested or worse. He'd never agreed with it; unless it was actively hurting someone else people should be able to love who they love. "I'm..not going to lie if someone asks me directly about it, but I'm also not going to be shouting it from the rooftops either. It's really nobody's business but our own." He said slowly. "Well, it's up to you whether you want to tell people or not."

Steve settled himself underneath the covers as well, close Bucky because it was feels odd to sleep apart even sharing the same bed now. He sighed. "I know you can. But doesn't mean you should."

He relied heavily on Steve for social nuances and how to behave, but he also knew that information was important. He wasn't certain if this kind of information would be of interest to others, but he had learned from watching the Avengers that the paparazzi were very strange in their interest. "I don't... have anyone to tell," he said softly. "Do you think it would make that funny paper that Tony reads for laughs?"

He lazily reached out and settled his arm lightly across Steve's hips, still watching his friend settle in. "The only limitations should be what you can and cannot do because of an impossibility."

Out of all of them Steve recognized that Tony was the one with the most experience dealing with the public and media, even if sometimes he didn't approve of the exact way Tony handled them. He winced at the idea of paparazzi finding out of this because he can imagine the ruckus that it'll cause among them. They'll never get any peace in public again for a long time. "It definitely will make ALL the papers, not just the gossips rags." He's long since cased to understand why they were so interested in every detail of their private lives.

That comment got a laugh out of Steve. "Very philosophical." He teased leaning forward to give Bucky an affectionate peck on the forehead. "But...I know you really like the cushion fort. That's why we shouldn't. It should stay a simple, safe and happy place for you."

The only reason that he had anything to do with the media was avoiding them when he left the Tower or watching as they seemed to buzz whenever an Avenger was spotted. He was very private, mostly because of his current trust issues and years of being hidden by HYDRA. "Why is it so important to the media and everyone who your lover is?"

He leaned into the kiss with a soft sigh, shifting towards Steve so they were close enough to feel the heat from one another's bodies but not in direct contact. "It's my current favourite place," he admitted. "Your bed is very nice too, even if we don't use it much. Perhaps we shall start now that the fort is off limits."

Steve was as private as Bucky, simply because it was just in his nature to. However, as much as he'd like to, he couldn't avoid the media every time. It was good PR to speak to them sometimes, and to build up some good will with them, especially whenever something got broken when the Avengers fought some threat back. "Puerile curiosity mostly, it seems like." He answered with a sigh. "And so it sells and hence the media want to know."

"Not tonight." Steve said, stiffling back a yawn and snuggled a bit closer, closing his eyes. "I'm tired and want to sleep."

He didn't think he would understand the fascination regardless of how much he had observed it from the shadows. He would keep things private to avoid it getting anywhere it shouldn't, and he wouldn't tell the Avengers either in case it got back to someone who would let the cat out of the bag. Better to be cautious.

He nodded, letting his head off of his hand and down on the pillow. He curled his arm around Steve's slim waist protectively and didn't oppose sleeping. It had been a long day. "Rest and I will make sure we are safe."

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