[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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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?"

[whatsfondue]

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.

[disassembling]

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..."

[whatsfondue]

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?"

[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?"

[disassembling]

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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.