a_musingly | [CLOSED TO disassembling

They had only been apart for a few days, certainly not more than a week but he had started missing Bucky not even the first day had passed. Perhaps Sam was right, they were horribly co-dependant on each other, or at least Steve was on Bucky but he couldn't bring himself to care, at least not at this moment when he had Bucky close like this, can feel warm skin underneath his hands and taste the unique taste that was 'Bucky' overlaying the last tastes of the fruit.

"Bed." Steve rumbled against the skin of Bucky's neck, groaning as he felt contrasting touches of Bucky's mismatched hands on his chest, feeling especially good against his nipples. There was already a very excellent bed in the suit and they were alone, so there's no need to go rolling around the floor or up against a wall like they were still fooling themselves in a closet back in Stark Tower.

He didn't like being apart from Steve for long, though he was capable of sealing off his emotions and tolerating the separation. He also knew from overhearing more than his share of conversations that people didn't think it healthy if he responded a certain way to Steve's return, so he kept his reactions as base as he could with them. Once they were alone, he could be himself, the one that wanted to be close to Steve and relish his friend's presence and warmth.

He hummed at the reply, even if he was reluctant to move from the spot he had taken up in Steve's lap. He instead slipped his arms around his friend's chest and suddenly stood, hauling Steve up as if his friend were just an overgrown doll in his arms. "Bed then," he muttered as he kissed Steve's neck and went searching for the bed in this massive place.

Maybe it would change with time but for now, being close enough to feel each other's body heat was what they both preferred after being apart for more than a day or two. He was certainly capable of (and did!) behaving professionally and civilly. And despite what some people would say, he certainly doesn't pine or sulk when Bucky was away or they had to work separately apart for missions.

A surprised 'oof' escaped Steve's mouth when he was hauled up unceremoniously and it turned into a laugh as Bucky dragged him off away from the chair. "Left....doorway next to the bathroom." He trailed kisses down from Bucky's temple down to the cheek, then the jaw, entirely happy to let Bucky steer the way to the bed. It was a really big bed too, enough to fit three of Steve and he wasn't small.

He growled at the noise that Steve made, but he continued to pull them along towards the bedroom that was so graciously given directions. He hummed and only managed to stop twice to kiss at Steve, encouraged by his friend's own very active lips on his skin. He wasn't certain they would make it to the bedroom at how good Steve's lips felt on his face and neck, but he managed the feat.

And then he promptly moved to dump Steve on the bed and attack his friend's remaining clothing to leave it on the floor. The bed was no longer a place for clothing in his books, since the pillow fort was off-limits. That made the bed doubly acceptable to be naked in for him. "God Steve..."

He laughed again at the growl and swallowed up any further noises with kisses. The suite was big but not THAT big, and Steve did his best to distract Bucky with mouth and hands as the two of them stumbled alone almost drunkenly towards the part of the suit that could tentatively be called the bedroom. Perhaps they WERE drunk, drunk on affection and desire for each other.

The sudden dump into the bed (he hadn't noticed, too busy sucking at the junction of Bucky's neck and shoulders) startled another laugh from Steve. He didn't even protest like he usually would when he heard the sound of cloth ripping as his pants and underwear was stripped off of him. Steve reached out to tug Bucky back on top of him. "Good?"

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."

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?"

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."

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.

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?"

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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?"

[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

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