[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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"Then they shouldn't bother asking, though I suppose hope is eternal." He answered dryly. Steve knows he'll be in for more ribbing and poking about his answer but he'll take it all with as much patience as possible. Sometimes he considered 'coming out' to the other Avengers just to get them to stop their matchmaking attempts but that will invite a different sort of concern and talk he doesn't really want to handle, at least not yet. Though if Natasah and Sam had guessed, eventually the others will too. It was something to consider later.

The receptionist assured him with a smile that the food will be sent up shortly and informed him of the dozens of messages he's received while he was 'away'. Steve sighed, knowing that the first order of business was to calls his friends so they stop worrying and harassing the hotel staff. Done, he followed Bucky to the elevator, thankfully with only just the two of them, and pressed the button for the topmost floor. "Have I told you that I'm glad you're here?" He gave a delighted smile back at Bucky at his friend's smile (it was more than enough that Bucky tried for him). "No....there's a lot more people around now, so you can't just urinate anywhere you want." They'll never hear the end of it if someone sees, especially if there was a photograph involved.

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Eventually, he thought that Steve would be pushed too far and just tell them to get lost or just plain make it obvious that they were together as something more than friends. Aside from make-out sessions in dark deserted places, he had gotten a handle of his insistent urges to be close to Steve and explore the extent of what pleasure they could find from each other. He knew that once people knew, they would be given a talk.

He looked at the messages that Steve had and shook his head. "Clearly they don't trust me to get you out," he said as he leaned back against the wall of the elevator, a little surprised but relieved that they were alone. His posture softened at the compliment. "Not in the last thirty minutes, no," he said before pushing off and stepping up to Steve to kiss his friend's neck. "Life seems far too complicated to not be able to take a piss in the bushes."

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"No, it's me they don't trust. They don't trust me to stay out of trouble even after you're here." To be fair, most of them were from the day he neglected to call in to the day before Bucky finished his mission. The elevator and modern and quick and to Steve's surprise it didn't stop in any of the floors in between but deposited them directly on the top floor where the penthouse suite was. "Then clearly I have been neglecting you, so I'll say it now. "I'm glad you're here." And it was not just the 'here' of the moment, but by his side, still his friend, still pulling him out of trouble. He returned the kiss with one to Bucky's cheek, then his jaw.

He swiped the new keycard he'd gotten from the reception desk to the door of suite (the old one, like his wallet was taken by HYDRA). "I didn't say you can't do it at all, just there might be consequences you won't like because of it." Sadly, that was the way of things with everything. "I asked for room service to be sent up: sandwiches, soup and fruit. They told me it shouldn't take more than twenty minutes. I'm going to shower first. The shower and the tub here's as big as the one in Stark Tower."

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"You are generally out of trouble when I am around," he pointed out, though it was partially true. Steve had a knack for finding trouble, even in highly populated areas or in the secluded ones like elevators. "It will be nice to have time alone, though I do enjoy sneaking around looking for opportunity to assault your decency." He hummed at the return kisses and sucked on Steve's jaw before the elevator opened and they were deposited on the floor that Steve could call his own.

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing better how to hide his appearance, and a road trip sounded very nice. "Are they?" He followed Steve into the bathroom in order to properly investigate this claim and admitted that it was true. He then began to slip from his clothing to join Steve in the shower. "I have to make sure you stay out of trouble in even secluded places."

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"That depends on your definition of trouble." Steve said wryly. Every Avenger had their own definition of 'trouble'. Getting kidnapped by HYDRA two days ago was NOT his fault. Well, partially not his fault. That time where the elevator broke down on him and Bucky had to carry him out was definitely not his fault. Nor was the time HYDRA-masquerading-as-SHIELD tried to jump him inside an elevator. "You mean, you just enjoy sneaking around in general. Making out with me is just a bonus."

Steve stripped off efficiently as well and turned on the water. "Now you're just looking for excuses." Steve commented, amused even as he reached out to draw Bucky closer by the waist before leaning in for a kiss. They've been only apart for a few days, no more than a week, but he's missed Bucky already.

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"You are at the center of trouble," he said, knowing that regardless of how much of it wasn't Steve's fault, his friend was still somehow involved. He stepped into the shower and looked around at how big it was. They could probably spar comfortably in here, but then again, they only had twenty minutes. "You can't say you have been putting up protest to either my sneaking around or me making out with you."

He sidled up to Steve, stroking his hands up his friend's strong arms until he was gripping Steve's shoulders. He slid his mismatched fingers along the ridges of muscles until he could bury his fingers into Steve's hair as he leaned in to receive the kiss. "You sure we only have twenty minutes?"

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"But you'll be there to drag me out of it." Steve responded with a smile. The shower was big and spacious and had every amenity one could think of and some he couldn't. Steve probably would like it better if it wasn't so ostentatiously decorated. His attention however was fixed on the man sharing the shower with him instead of his surroundings. "Why in the world would I complain about something that's to my enjoyment as well?" There has been some close calls (and Steve is fairly sure JARVIS knows everything) but it has been fun so far.

With all the recent 'practice' he's gotten with Bucky, he's fairly sure Natasha should have no complaints about his kissing skills any more. He sighed in pleasure into the kiss as fingers, both metal and warm flesh run up along his wet skin. "Fairly sure. That's what the hotel staff said how long the food's going to take. Doesn't mean we can't carry on afterwards."

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"I will," he agreed because he was content to be at Steve's side regardless of the chaos and danger around them. There was a dispenser of exotic soaps, lotions and shampoos. He poked at it only to have to catch some fragrant liquid that oozed out under pressure. It was apparently shampoo, but it smelled very flowery, and he reached up to rub it into Steve's hair. The Winter Soldier did not smell like a field of flowers.

"We'll be eating after," he pointed out between kisses as he also slid his body up to rub a little on Steve's. "And then you'll want to sleep after."

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Sometimes he felt a bit guilty with the idea that he was keeping Bucky from a safe and peaceful life. But he also often reminded himself that they've both changed too much to live completely peaceably in the middle of no-where. Steve ducked his head so that Bucky could have better access to his hair, enjoying the touch of strong fingers working through his hair and scalp. He didn't mind smelling like flowers; at the very least it'll give people something to talk about other than the state of his relationships.

Steve groaned in pleasure and rocked back against Bucky's body, moving his mouth down to nuzzle and kiss downwards to the other man's neck. He hummed in acknowledgement of Bucky's comment, mouth busy against Bucky's skin for a moment to answer. "You're right. There's always tomorrow morning."

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He was safest and the most peaceful with Steve, who he had a great connection to. This, just this... it was all he needed. His fingers rubbed shampoo into Steve's hair, enjoying the simple act of caring for another when it had so long before been denied to him. He used his body to direct Steve's into the spray of water. "You are at your most vulnerable in the mornings. The perfect time to take advantage of you," he agreed.

He tilted his head with Steve's nuzzling and kissing, sighing even as his right hand blindly reached out and pushed at the dispenser and not really caring what came out. Apparently something to do with brown sugar and vanilla according to his nose. He rubbed it into his hair anyway, too distracted by Steve to care about anything else.

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It was moments like this between them that mean more to Steve than anything else. That after everything that had happened, he could still have something like this. Steve laughed at Bucky's agreement of his proposed solution as he back up so that the shower spray could wash the shampoo out of his short hair. "Yes...yes I am. And you love waking me up that way."

It's not like Steve was paying attention to what exactly they were using on their hair and bodies. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, it didn't make that much difference to him which part of their bodies they were meant for cleaning or what scent they have. He was too busy kissing and tasting line down from Bucky's throat to his shoulder. "Turn around and I'll get that and your back for you?"

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"I certainly don't oppose using such opportunities," he agreed. They seemed to sleep tangled up anyway, which meant he didn't have to maneuver too much to get in close to kiss Steve awake. Neither of them seemed to mind an early morning make-out session, and it was always worthwhile to wake up a few minutes earlier to just watch Steve sleep peacefully.

His hair was longer and took more to lather up, but he stayed very close to Steve and rubbed their chests and hips together even as his hands were occupied. He hummed at the order and eased his weight around, but he still pressed his ass into the curve of Steve's hips all the same. "No flowery soap."

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Bucky did not seem to mind his morning breath and he always slept better when Bucky was close enough to touch. Morning make-out sessions were a pleasant way to greet the morning and woke him up far better things like coffee. He let out a breathy sigh of pleasure as Bucky pressed close for skin to skin body contact and rocked back against his friend.

Steve huffed a soft laugh at the order. "Yes, of course. The Winter Soldier will be less intimidating if he smelled like flowers to his enemies." He did find the other offered shower gell that smell interestingly of juniper and rum and worked that into Bucky's back and shoulders, down to the curve of the other man's ass. "Your turn to rinse." He told Bucky, running a wet hand through hair, pushing the short hair flat and down against his head. By his inner clock it should almost be twenty minutes already and he'd rather be dry and dressed to greet the server.

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He shivered at the way that Steve pressed back against him, arched his back a little and enjoying these moments more and more. He growled at the idea that he smell like flowers, which seemed odd to him given how little personal preference he had previously taken to his appearance. It seemed that he was starting to insert that a little more now.

He nodded his head, his own internal clock also aware of the lack of time as he pulled away enough to get under the spray of the water to rinse his body off. He nestled up to Steve anyway as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be rinsed clean, and it was he who reluctantly turned off the water to encourage them to dry off.

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Sometimes he thought he ought to be guilty about the large amounts of water (hot water even) that they used up whenever he and Bucky shared a shower. But it was a luxury he just couldn't regret, when he remembered communal showers of cold or barely lukewarm water but in the 30's and 40's, with severely limited amounts that cut off within a few minutes. Steve laughed again at the growl, leaning to to kiss the back of Bucky's neck, happy that Bucky was taking initiative to choose the things he wants for himself, even if it was something as small as the smell of his body wash. Even as they pulled apart to dry off Steve couldn't help but but run his hands down the sides of Bucky's body and lean in for one last kiss. Now that he can, he thinks he'll always be greedy for touches like this.

It was just in time that they finished dressing, extremely casually for Steve, with a ratty pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt he was using as sleepwear when the doorchime of the suite sounded. A cart was pushed in laden with food that Steve had requested, sandwiches, soup, fruit, and juice. As soon as the staff left (with a big tip from Steve) he was already digging at the food. "Come eat? I have to say, the food is pretty good here."

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He shifted and stayed close to Steve regardless of the fact that they had to separate in order to dry off, but he still stayed as close as he could for that activity. He leaned into the touches that Steve gave him, and returned them with little brushes of his knuckles and quick nuzzling before he was rubbing at his hair and slipping into a pair of sweatpants that he had brought, which was an improvement given his usual foray into nudity when alone.

The smell of soup was what drew him out of hiding after the room service staff had gone, and he sniffed his way over and eyed the spread. He took a sandwich first, then a piece of fruit and within a minute he had a full plate of his own and a bowl of soup cooling to enjoy. He leaned in between bites to kiss the back of Steve's neck. "If I eat too much, I'll make the noises that Tony always teases me about."

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Steve knew that it was only the fact that they were in a foreign place and not their own apartment where things were familiar that Bucky wasn't walking about nude. He'd more or less given up on insisting on clothes for Bucky in private except when in the kitchen where there was food preparation to be done. "Well, Tony isn't here right now to tease you about them." And he wouldn't say so out loud but he liked the noises Bucky made when the other man was particularly enjoying his food.

He ate steadily and well, polishing off enough sandwiches and soup for two normal men, only pausing to smile (almost dopily) at Bucky whenever his friend dropped a kiss on him. Knowing his appetite and Bucky's compared to normal restaurant servings, he's ordered enough for three or four people. He only slowed down his intake when it came to fruit, and started mirroing Bucky's earlier actions of kissing Bucky's cheek after every few bites.

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He seated himself next to Steve and ate off the pickings of his plate, still pausing between mouthfuls to kiss at his friend's neck and even clothed shoulder. He tried to keep his moaning and slow chewing down to the usual amount, but the fruit was rich, juicy and sweet, and it earned more than a few abrupt moans and head hanging from him as he fought with himself over how to deal with the taste.

The soup was just as good, a rich one that had him sighing like a lover on a romantic date. He was, as usual, far slower than Steve, but he managed to pack away what his friend didn't eat. He hadn't eaten anything save a package of crackers before shipping out here. He was also easily distracted by Steve sneaking kisses back on him. He eventually caught his friend's lips on one, tasting fruit juice in Steve's mouth and moaning deeply.

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If Steve found out that Bucky had been neglecting himself again (no matter that this was because Bucky was in a hurry to look for him), Bucky would be in for a long lecture about taking care of himself. At least when they were together he could make sure Bucky ate well, like he was doing right now. The fruit platter that was sent up was as good as the sandwiches and the soup, maybe even better as it contained a few of the more exotic varieties that he usually didn't buy for himself. While he didn't moan at the taste, he couldn't help but lick up any leftover juice left on his fingers from the fruit.

He knew he shouldn't be encouraging this bad habit of distracting Bucky while he was eating but he just couldn't help himself, especially not when Bucky started this thing himself. And when Bucky finally caught his mouth in the middle of a kiss with a long, deep moan he couldn't help deepening the kiss, chasing the taste of fruit back into Bucky's own mouth with his tongue.

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He didn't mind Steve's lectures anymore since he could kiss his friend in between breaths, and he had taken up that tactic lately. He didn't get lectured often, so he supposed he was missing opportunities. He was content to eat the rich and sometimes strange fruit, sucking on a few pieces to define the taste. Fruit certainly wasn't a filling at the rest of their food, but it was satisfying as he would imagine having dessert would be.

He snatched Steve's fingers at one point and sucked off the juice himself, and the mixture of the taste of Steve and sweet juice made him attempt a smile. Their kiss earned a moan from him before he was leaving his chair to sit in Steve's lap, his tongue twining with that of his friend as he let his fingers explore Steve's chest.

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Steve didn't really have much to lecture Bucky for; usually only on topics of taking care of himself when it came to food or keeping one's clothes on even in private. It was hard to stay on point with Bucky's latest tactic trying to distract him from the lectures with kisses but he persevered, at least on the topic of eating. The subject of clothing he'd given up on a lost cause. So long as Bucky didn't go around in public nude, he would pick his battles on his lectures. Seeing and hearing the satisfied and pleasurable sounds from Bucky as the other man enjoyed the varieties of fruit, Steve resolved to try buying more and different varieties of fruit for themselves when they get back to New York. Desserts like cake and pie were good, but fruit was simpler and just as satisfying when they didn't want to bother with cooking.

He had groaned in pleasure when Bucky sucked on his fingers, his face pinking in arousal. His hands reached down to grip Bucky's hips lightly when the other man swings onto his lap, running one hand up and down one thigh on cloth over firm muscle. Steve moaned again, both at the mixed taste of Bucky and fruit in the other man's mouth, and at the fingers touching what seems like everywhere on his chest. For a moment, he wished he'd kept the shirt off like Bucky did.

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Fruit and Steve combined seemed like the best option in his opinion, and he was going to suck any amount of juice off of Steve that he could, since they had made their way through the entirety of the meal already. He found that fruit was just the right level of richness and sweetness to get a good reaction out of him, but cakes were too sweet and tended to overload his circuits with the amount of sugar that was in them. He preferred this situation over everything that he had experienced before.

He settled his weight without the intention of moving easily and pressed his thigh into Steve's hand. His hands were busy running over the warm shirt material, though it wasn't long before he became insistent that its presence was a bother and just thrust his hands up under Steve's shirt and pressed his mouth more aggressively on his friend's as he began to flush with arousal himself.

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There was an idea incubating in Steve's head, or maybe half of it, started by the enthusiastic way Bucky liked fruit juice off of his fingers, and the noises he made while eating said fruit. Something to do with the addition of fruit (it might not be fuirt, jam or chocolate might do just as well) in bed along with what they were doing right now. He's a bit too busy right now to think it through on who it'd work, and the fastidious part of him was saying the idea was completely unhygienic (they will have to clean everything on the bed afterwards.

Steve groaned as Bucky settled firmly over his lap and he rolled his hips up in response. He kissed back just as enthusiastically as Bucky, chasing after the last of the taste of fruit in Bucky's mouth. "Take it off." He rumbled as they broke for air before Steve was diving back in for another kiss. It wasn't clear whether he meant his shirt of their pants. His hands weren't idle too, having left the warm firm cloth-covered flesh of Bucky's thighs to start dipping right below the waistband of the pants in search of skin rather than the cloth he'd been caressing earlier.

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He rolled with the motions of Steve's body under his own, and he fell so easily into the taste and feel of Steve under his mouth. He moaned even as he had to pull away at the order, taking it to mean his friend's shirt and immediately drawing it up and off before they were kissing madly again. The shirt was abandoned to the floor and his mismatched hands trailed down his friend's chest, finding nipples along the way.

He shivered at the hands suddenly in search of his skin and felt desire fuel him hot and heavy. He almost wanted to knock the chair over so they could wiggle out of the rest of their clothes there, but no, he rocked his hips against Steve's instead. "...ah bed? Floor...? Bathroom? Wall?"

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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.