[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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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..."

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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?"

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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."