[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

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Las Vegas had changed quite a bit in the last 70 years. The last time he was here this was only a back water town, a pit stop on the USO tour on their way west. Now it was an entire city that catered to tourists. Steve wandered around among the flashy buildings and (mostly) gaudily dressed tourists in the strip, looking for signs that matched the descriptions in the report he was given for HYDRA.

Nothing. Nothing that stood out to him of course.

Usually something like this was best assigned to Natasha or Clint, but Clint was on medical leave, and he'd been outvoted when it came to another mission that Bucky and Natasha had left on a day before he'd left. Thor and Bruce wasn't even considered and Tony had meetings Ms. Potts had said he was not allowed to get out of unless it was a global emergency. Tony had clapped on on the back and told him to go wild, which Steve had rolled his eyes at. He shook his head at a poster advertising spa and massages and decided to find somewhere quieter for lunch away from the main strip.

Of course, it was on his way out that he spotted a familiar face, a HYDRA agent they'd been on the lookout for the last few months. Of course Steve will put off his lunch to follow. And of course, something will go wrong and the last Steve remembered was feeling a pinch at the back of his neck and then blacking out

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[disassembling]

There was something all the most alluring when he made Steve laugh at anything he did. He had never made anyone laugh before Steve, and even now, heat flushed his chest and head when he heard it. He didn't stop getting them to their destination and certainly didn't stop in removing clothing so that they could finally be together as he so often sought but just as often denied himself.

He bent down, moaning at Steve's lips on his neck, and he was quick to join Steve on the bed at his friend's urging. He lay over Steve, trailing his mismatched fingers up his friend's sides as he nuzzled the top of Steve's head. "Very good."

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Bucky used to smile and laugh more freely easily, he remembered. Especially with him. But he still appreciates the attempts Bucky make at it these days. It wasn't exactly the same as before but Steve knows better than to expect that. He could only hope that someday it will be natural to do so again. At least, Bucky had no trouble encouraging closeness while naked. And Steve couldn't find it in him to say no very often now.

When his mouth finally left that spot on Bucky's neck, there was shiny red mark left on the skin. He flushed red to see it, and couldn't resist nuzzling it again one last time, remembering the first time Bucky left a mark on him, as part of a joke Steve as made though Bucky meant it unironically. The fingers against his sides almost too light as to be ticklish but he enjoyed the sensations they caused anyway. And now that they were actually in bed, the urgency he felt to touch and kiss was gone somehow though the desire was still there, and he rolled his hips up into Bucky, grinding his hard cock into the curve of a hip. "And this?"

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Steve was a little less resistance to settling naked with him lately, and there was comfort and the thrill of potential when they could manage to be alone and naked. Often it was just him sneaking into the shower with Steve and only the brush of wet skin during the motions came to be, but that was fine for him. It was far more enjoyable to have his friend close by, though this situation was very exciting.

He moaned even when Steve's mouth pulled away from the new mark, his eyes closing for a few moments at the nuzzling that followed. He shifted with the roll of Steve's weight, keenly aware of his friend's state of interest, and he ground his hips down in response, a low groan emerging as he bent his head and kissed a line up Steve's neck. "Better than good, and no one around to disturb us. We can do whatever we want."

[whatsfondue]

Bucky seemed to like skin to skin contact so much and Steve (to the consternation of some) found it difficult to say no to Bucky, especially when it was a harmless thing. It wasn't like they were having sex so much that they were ignoring everything else, Bucky seemed happy to find new private places to make out at the risk of being found out, or just sneak into the shower with him and so Steve was happy too. And when they did have sex, Steve was always careful to ask that Bucky was good and comfortable with it and it was not just his own desire pushing everything along.

Steve moaned in reply when he felt a matching hardness ground down against him and tilted his head back to give Bucky more room to kiss. His hands trailed up Bucky's sounds then down the back to feel over the curve of his friend's ass. "And what do you want, Bucky?" That was always the most important thing, in Steve's mind.

[disassembling]

They both took their duties too seriously to be distracted for long from them, though he admitted there was a certain pull to interrupt a mission now and again to steal kisses and perhaps a groping. He never went further than that, saving his desire for affections for when it wouldn't leave a huge vulnerability for them to take their clothes off. Steve put up far less resistance than he would have expected, though it was clear that the Avengers thought that his friend's nearly complete lack of resistance towards him exasperating.

He stopped to suck on the underside of Steve's jaw, his hips continuing their motions even as he groaned at the stroke of his friend's hand. It was wonderful and liberating to be touched with such care and affection. "You. I want you," he said between kissing along Steve's jaw. "Is that alright?"

[whatsfondue]

Several people had called him adrenaline junkies once or twice. Steve had to admit he liked the thrill, whether it was part of a mission or sneaking out to somewhere private just for two of them to have a few minutes of kissing (and touching). It's never gone beyond making out because he did know how important missions where and he couldn't let his own private feelings affect them. He was however, running out of excuses as to why he disappeared so often even if the time was short. There was only so many times he could use 'Bucky needed me for something'.

He moaned again, long and long both at the feeling of wet mouth working on the underside of his jaw and the the hips grinding down in countpoint of his own. His hands moved up from the rounded ass to the back, then the shoulders, feeling strength and muscles strong as his own to stop on either side of Bucky's neck, thumbs stroking the hollow beneath Bucky's jaw. "Yes...yes...You have me. You always have me. I promise."

[disassembling]

The sounds that Steve made sent the same kind of thrill through him that came with a mission, and he rolled his shoulders as if getting himself ready to fly into action. It was different here with Steve, their bodies working together to feel the slide of their skin and the warmth that they generated. Dinner seemed long ago, but he wasn't upset by that now that they were alone without the chance of interruptions. They could do whatever they wanted, and he didn't think that either of them would be resisting very much.

He pressed his back and then shoulders into Steve's hands, wanting and needy. He pulled his mouth away from tasting the skin of his friend's jaw, and he exhaled a relieved sigh at the assurance. "And you always have me," he murmured before he began to kiss his way down Steve's neck, hurrying across the muscled chest and shifting downwards with kisses to between Steve's legs.

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Skin hungry. He had read the words somewhere once and it suited both of them, hungry to touch and taste anywhere and everywhere at once. Bucky might not be as vocal as he was but he as starting to recognize there was always other sign that his friend was as eager as he was to touch, such as the way Bucky rolled his shoulders or the way his friend pressed into his touch. And save for an emergency there was no chance of interruptions such as his friends calling him to join them for movies or food or sparring. This was a vacation after all; they could take their time.

One hand moved back to rub against the nape of Bucky's neck, where he knew Bucky liked to be touched. The other hand moved down the front of his friend's chest, as far as he was able until Bucky moved to kiss his way down his body. "Bucky!" He rasped out, forcing his hand to remain loose and relaxed in Bucky's hair, wordlessly asking if this was what Bucky wanted to do.

[disassembling]

After so long unable to grasp the significance of touch and this kind of positive contact, he now spent a considerable amount of time craving it. He could spent many hours in the day just touching and kissing Steve, and those same amount of hours enjoying the simple pleasure of being touched kindly by another human being. The fact that they had unlimited time and opportunity was almost as mindblowing as the wonderful taste and reaction of Steve, and he rumbled a soft sound of appreciation from his chest.

He pressed his neck to Steve's touch even as his mouth lavished licks and kisses to his friend's skin. He paused at Steve's navel and peered up the length of his friend's body, enjoying the view and the idea that he had a decision in this. The corner of his lips quirked. "I want this as I want you," he murmured before kissing lower nipping at Steve's thigh as he settled himself comfortably.

[whatsfondue]

Bucky liked sex but he could tell it was more the touching and close contact his friend liked more. Steve could understand why, he didn't think HYDRA would have touched Bucky in any positive way and indeed, probably went out of their way to discourage any sign of affection towards their 'asset'. It always made Steve angry to think of it. And now that things were different, he had every intention to offer Bucky as much as positive close contact as much as he could. It was no hardship to him at all, especially when Bucky made lovely encouraging noises back at him.

Steve slid both hands up just a touch up into the back of Bucky's head proper into the hair, massages into his scalp and kneads into flesh and bone loosely but otherwise careful not to direct Bucky's head anywhere, just allowed Bucky to touch him however and wherever he liked. He sat up slightly and opened his thighs a bit more, hair mussed, skin flushed and breathing heavily to enjoy with all senses.

[disassembling]

He doubted it was strange to enjoy something that had long been denied. It was just strange to be able to be open about loving another man, which seemed to stir something akin to fear in him from old, though he had no particular justifiable reason for it. The books he had read indicated that loving another man was considered a vile sin when they were from, but now it was generally accepted. Steve made him feel good and safe, so how was that harming anyone?

He moaned from this throat at the fingers in his hair, but he was kissing down Steve's thigh with intent purpose now. He found his goal without issue, curling flesh fingers around the base to stroke even as he dropped his mouth over Steve's erection and sucked. His gaze remained fixed on his friend's face the entire time.

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Sexual and gender politics was one of the things he'd gotten caught up to fast when he first woke up in the future. SHIELD of course, didn't want Captain America to say anything 'embarrassing' in public. It was one of the thing he'd been glad to learn that being queer wasn't illegal anymore and even generally accepted. Steve certainly has never thought there was anything wrong with loving someone of the same gender; to think the opposite has never made any sense to him at all. It was the person underneath that was important, not what they had in their pants. He had always loved Bucky anyway, in some way. This...this was just an expansion of it.

His fingers spasm-ed hard involuntarily in Bucky's hair at the feeling of a warm and wet mouth around his erection, and he had to force his fingers open, then stroked them through Bucky's hair apologetically. "Bucky..." he moaned out loud, meeting Bucky's eyes with his own-lust blown ones, face flushed red. Bucky had said he wanted this, wanted him and right now Steve couldn't decided whether he wants more of Bucky's mouth around his cock or to drag him back up so he could kiss him again.

[disassembling]

Steve was the only one that he had his eye on in any way other than trying to figure out how social interactions worked. That's what the rest of the Avengers were for, but his friend was special in a way that he couldn't completely put words to. It was something precious and filled a need inside of him that he hadn't realized existed until he had Steve to himself for the most part.

He moaned at the sudden tight grip in his hair, and his head bobbed more eagerly over Steve's length in response. He paused only long enough to suck hard, the sound of his name falling from his friend's lips like that sending a thrill down his spine. His fingers stroked the base of Steve's erection as he increased his pace with complete eagerness to please. The look that Steve gave him made his own arousal throb with need.

[whatsfondue]

Despite his friends subtle and sometimes not-so-subtle manipulations at trying to get him to date, he really had no intentions of giving in on that front. Especially now that he had Bucky back, as his friend and as something a bit more than that (though he couldn't wouldn't give it a label just yet). He cherished every moment they had together, from something as simple to sharing a meal to their current activities, remembering all too well the years when Bucky was gone. This was good enough for him; he had no need for anyone else, either to date or just casual sex (the second was never an option for him anyway).

He tightened his grip again in Bucky's hair, tugging lightly, having not missed his friend's moan in response to his earlier action. "You like this?" He asked, both for the hair pulling and for what Bucky was currently doing to him. Steve's thighs trembled with the effort of not bucking up into Bucky's mouth every time his friend bobbed down on him and he moaned helplessly again at the increased pace, knowing he was close to erupting inside his friend's mouth.

[disassembling]

This would be the first time that they could claim having a 'vacation' together where people wouldn't be constantly meddling in their affairs. He was of the opinion that here in this hotel room and the streets were they would eventually be taking a road trip were exactly what he had been waiting for. It would just be him and Steve, and they had a freedom that was both frightening and exhilarating. it was the first time that he had been pleased that HYDRA had been involved to drag him down here to save Steve.

He groaned in response both the tightening and the tugging, enjoying how it make his scalp prickle with pleasure. He tried to nod as well as bob and ended up almost choking himself, and he had to pull away briefly to cough. "It feels good," he said before nipping Steve's inner thigh in apology for stopping and then resuming his efforts now more than ever to drive Steve towards the goal. He moaned around the flesh in his mouth, gaze once again intent on his friend's face to watch pleasure wash through it more.

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Steve hadn't known how much he wanted this vacation with Bucky where there wouldn't be any interruptions until the words 'road trip' left his mouth. He wouldn't have cared much for a vacation by himself (something that he's tried once already), in a place where he wasn't comfortable or interested in, but a slow trip through the countryside seeing and doing as much or as little of it as they want with the person he cares for the most he would happily have gone without any protests or trickery. And as much as he hated to admit it, he could use a few days of rest and relaxation where he didn't have to to worry about Avengers business. For once there was a good consequence from having been kidnapped by HYDRA rather than being stuck in medical or having his body changed without his permission.

Steve sifted his fingers through Bucky's hair apologetically when his friend choked before gripping hard again just as Bucky indicated that he liked and groaned again haplessly when Bucky turned his attention back to his erection with enthusiasm. It's been too long since he's had someone do this and he could feel himself reaching the peak far faster than he liked, especially when Bucky moaned around his hard cock, the vibrations making it feel even better. "Bucky!" He whined out his friend's name in warning as he came hard.

[disassembling]

He wouldn't know how much he needed their road trip until it began, but this right here was so relaxing and exhilarating already that he never wanted to go back to New York and its complications and missions. He just wanted Steve who made everything better and simple and well again despite the fact that he had so much healing left to do. If he threw Steve's mobile out the window or broke it tonight, he would not feel upset at all to have his friend to himself for as long as they decided to go off on their own.

He watched Steve's face, looking for indications of what was to come, and he could tell a little by the fingers in his hair. His mouth sucked and bobbed eagerly, but it was the whine that had his attention piquing even as his mouth filled with semen. He shuddered and swallowed it down, but even then, he could say that it honestly wasn't his favourite thing to eat. A bit too salty. He still drank all of it down and only shifted away when Steve seemed to be finished. He then nipped his friend's inner thigh affectionately. "I like it when you lose control and say my name like that."

[whatsfondue]

All vacations have to end eventually Steve knows, and there was a good chance this one they were on will end with both of them being called back suddenly due to some supervillain trying to do what they do best.  He'll enjoy it while it lasts and do his best to make sure Bucky does too.  And if this 'vacation' goes well, and despite the kidnapping by HYDRA it's off to an excellent start, he'll make sure they are plenty more of them scheduled in the future.  Steve's not going to reject any time to relax with just Bucky and no well-intentioned interruptions from his friends.

"You'll have plenty of chances to repeat it in the future."  Steve promised in a raspy voice, breathing harshly but well, eyes bright in the afterglow of pleasure.  It was nothing like that first time in the pillow fort when his body had almost betrayed him and he was glad out it, able to enjoy this fully without worry. He tugged at Bucky, trying to get him to move up.  "Come here...let me kiss you..." He wanted to do more then kissing of course, especially when Bucky had taken care of him so excellently.

[disassembling]

Oh, he was aware that their vacation and their time together right now would not be interrupted just yet. He also was looking forward to being able to hear his name fall from Steve's lips like that again because it stirred something in his blood that made his internal temperature rise. The tone of Steve's voice already was enough to cause a shiver to run down the length of his spine.

He pressed his hands to his friend's thighs and pushed himself up Steve's body where he could attach his lips to that of his friend. He moaned, aroused and warm, but he settled down on top of Steve and instead combed his fingers through that blond hair.

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Any further thoughts and plans about their road trip in the near future were lost as Bucky climbed back up over him and Steve can't help but pass his hands enthusiastically over that warm skin anywhere and everywhere at once. When Bucky combed his fingers through his hair he tilted his head back into the touch and kissed back eagerly the lips pressed against his, tasting his own semen in Bucky's mouth. It tasted more than a little odd and Steve was surprised that Bucky swallowed it all down. Or most of it, as there as a bit of white left at the corners of Bucky's mouth and he licked and kissed those marks away.

"What do you want?" He asked as he pressed kisses down the jaw to the throat even as one hand worked his way between them towards where he could feel Bucky's hard cock pressed against his stomach. "Mouth? Hand?"

[disassembling]

He shifted into Steve's hands wherever they happened to wander on him, the warm smooth feel of his friend's hands on his body chasing away any doubts or concerns that he could ever think to have. Steve's enthusiasm was on par with his own, and for that, he was grateful to not be the pushy one of their pair. Their kiss had him breathing harder than most training managed to, and he gladly shared the taste on his tongue with Steve as if to show it was worth everything to be this place and know it.

He huffed out a soft moan at the kisses and tilted his head back to let them go wherever they wished to go. It felt so good. He tilted his body slightly to one side to offer himself to Steve unhindered. "I... um hand?"

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He was not unwilling to do this, never reluctant. Just still very much concerned for Bucky and his mental state, that his friend understands the hows, the whys and especially the consequences of sex. And of course that it was really what Bucky wants. But once he's certain, Steve was a willing, even eager participant. Like how he eagerly chased the taste of himself into Bucky's mouth despite having no real liking for it and the way his own elevated breathing and heartbeat showed.

Steve made a noise of acknowledgement against the hollow of Bucky's throat and wrapped one hand around Bucky's cock, thumb smearing the wetness around the head before tightening his fingers slightly and giving a slow smooth stroke. He kissed his way down to Bucky's collarbone, eyes fixed on his friend's face to watch his reaction as he gave another stroke, then faster ones. Another day perhaps, if Bucky wants, he'll show Bucky he's completely willing to use his mouth like Bucky did for him earlier.

[disassembling]

God it was so amazing when Steve was eager and passionate and hot against him. It's the best thing, and it made him feel so alive in return, but it also had him coming back for more whenever he thought that he might be able to get away with it. It wasn't as often as he would like, but he wasn't willing to risk discovery either; this was his and Steve's thing and no one else was privy to it. So little he could call his own, but this was one of them.

He tilted his head back to give Steve free access to his throat, a huff of breath leaving him as a sign of pleasure. He rolled up a little more onto his hip to expose himself more to his friend's hand, groaning low in his throat at the first stroke. It shot heat up his spine and into his belly, and he clenched his eyes shut at how good it felt. The next strokes were no different, and his hips followed the motion greedily. His lips remained parted as he breathed heavily, his face lax with pleasure at the motion, preferring the hand method as he was afraid he didn't have enough restraint in the heat of pleasure to avoid hurting Steve.

[whatsfondue]

He was always glad to give or do something for Bucky that made him happy, and it was no burden to him when it was something he himself wanted as well. As Captain America so much of his is public and this was one thing that he could have that was totally Steve Rogers. If he held back, it was out of concern. It was worth a great deal to Steve to see Bucky light up and come alive, be something a bit closer to his older, pre-war self and so when Bucky asked for this he rarely said no.

Steve fixed his eyes on Bucky's face, drinking in the sight of pleasure on his friend's face and the noises indicating the same even as his mouth kissed and suck here and there from Bucky's throat down to his shoulders and collarbones. He sped up his strokes on Bucky's cock, thumb rubbing at the head every so often and one hand reached up to sweep back the mess of hair away from Bucky's cheek. "Bucky..." he murmured. "That's it..."

[disassembling]

Steve would always be Steve to him, regardless of the uniform that his friend wore. They were not the men that their uniforms dictated them to be. Because of Steve, he had become more than the Winter Soldier, and he had always thought that Steve was far more than Captain America. The world opened up with possibilities when Steve was helping him along and putting up with him relearning the world again.

His face was open with his pleasure, his lips parted and breath moving from between them audibly. His eyes were glazed with pleasure, his hips moving and his arms clinging to Steve as the warmth spread through him and yet still concentrated in his stomach and filled his head. He turned his eyes up to stare at Steve, breathing across his friend's chin as his hair was moved aside. "Ah Steve... it feels so warm," he murmured breathlessly. So warm.

He groaned as his hips lost some of their smooth motions, a sign that he was close. He clenched his eyes shut and groaned a low long sound as he came, spilling on Steve's hand and his own belly.