[CLOSED TO disassembling - Not really a vacation

[whatsfondue]

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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[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

[whatsfondue]

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

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

[disassembling]

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

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

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

[whatsfondue]

Captain America would always be a part of him now, Steve knows. And a great many people will never see him as anything else. The other Avengers, as much as they know him, will never not be able to associate him as 'only Steve.' So he was doubly glad that Bucky was here, who he would always be Steve first. He would never think of helping Bucky relearn the world as 'putting up' with him. It was a pleasure and a privileged. And as he helped Bucky, Steve found himself learning new things as well, far more eagerly than he had before.

The expression on Bucky's face makes him wish he had his sketchbook, charcoals and two extra arms (and maybe another brain as well) so he could get it down on paper. Either way, he would never forget. "I know Bucky..." He murmured back almost as breathlessly, not even feeling the arms that were clinging on to him tight enough to bruise.

Steve could tell when Bucky was close and kept up the pace with his hand and continued on stroking even after Bucky came, until nothing more spilled out. As Bucky recovered, he dropped kisses on Bucky mouth, cheek and jaw.

[disassembling]

The heat of pleasure always surprised him, especially when it was like this. They had graduated from touching awkwardly and fumbling in the shower and once in the pillow fort, but since then had graduated with more confidence. He even gave into the pleasure that Steve provided him, but he was always surprised by the intensity of his orgasm. It was as if every nerve was firing at once and that he was malfunctioning, yet he never ever denied how good it felt. It just overwhelmed every logical sense that he had.

His grip remained tight as the worst of the surge of sensation passed through him, and only once he realized that it was over did he relinquish any of his hold. When he did, it was slow and full of his hands stroking Steve's back, sides and arms.

He moaned at the kisses, turning his face towards them even as he finally relaxed against the bed again. He shivered and caught Steve's lips for another kiss, hearty and full of heated emotion before his head tilted to rest his forehead against his friend's cheek. "Maybe we should build a pillow fort here on the bed and have fun, hmm?"

[whatsfondue]

He huffed in quiet pleasure as Bucky loosened his grip on him and began to stroke over his bare skin instead, returning the kiss as enthusiastically as it was given. Sometimes Steve felt that Bucky was holding back whenever they took their pleasure together like this and it puzzled him. But he didn't know how to ask and hoped that many repeated times together Bucky will start fully enjoying himself. This was supposed to be equally pleasurable for them both, not just for him and he wanted Bucky most of all to enjoy it to the fullest. At least this time he could tell Bucky did let go.

Steve wraps an arm around Bucky's shoulders and nuzzled where he could reach with his lips without dislodging Bucky and reached awkwardly for the tissues on the bedside table to clean them both up. "What we just did wasn't fun enough for you?" If they really set up a cushion fort on the bed, the cleaning staff the next morning would be rather puzzled, Steve thought. But he wouldn't object to doing that right now if that was what Bucky really wanted.

[disassembling]

He was content, more than he had been when he had been told that Steve had been taken by HYDRA. Even now that seemed so long ago even if it were nothing more than a few hours. It never ceased to surprise him that he always lost track of time, especially when he was indulging in spending time with Steve who often had his full attention. Moments like these where they lounged around together were not particularly rare, but it was easy to let go of most of his time sense in the face of enjoying this.

He hummed at the attention but turned his head to spy Steve reaching for the tissues. Like killing, intimacy was messy business. He shivered at being cleaned up and snuggled against Steve's chest in reply to it. "We just seem to have more fun in pillow forts. And besides, would you be against rolling around in one with me unlike home?" This room was going to end up smelling like sex regardless.

[whatsfondue]

Bucky looked warm and content half sprawled over him and so Steve was too, feeling languid and relaxed himself from the pleasure they took in each other. This might not be their own bed or the pillow fort in their apartment in Brooklyn but there was no interruptions, their bellies were full with good food and the bed was comfortable. The hours he spent under HYDRA's 'care' seemed like a distant memory right now though no doubt later he'll have to go through a full debrief with the rest of the Avengers. Since he as technically on vacation he could sleep in the next morning if he wished though force of habit would probably have him up early in the morning.

The dirty tissues were tossed in the direction of where he knew the garbage basket was but he didn't bother to check they made it in, instead promising himself he'll clean up tomorrow morning. Cleaning staff had better things to do and even though this was a small thing he didn't want to cause them extra work. "The space issue still remains though. If we 'roll around' in one, no matter it's here or at home, we'll still be in danger of getting buried in cushions and blankets." Steve huffed a sigh and brushed a kiss against Bucky's cheekbone. As usual he couldn't see himself saying no to Bucky. "You'll have to get off me so I can get the cushions if you want to set up the cushion fort on the bed."

[disassembling]

He was going to leave Vegas with a good impression of the place, regardless of the fact that there was a HYDRA base growing underneath part of it. This place was going to be somewhere that had allowed him to horde his time with Steve, and that was not something that he was in the business of forgetting any time soon. Besides, outside of the apartment, Steve had never looked so relaxed and ready to just indulge in his usual antics, which made this place especially special for that.

He lifted his head from Steve's shoulder at the flight of the soiled tissues, and he judged that they hadn't quite made it to their intended destination. He sighed at the reminder of the issue of the fact that them rolling around generally meant that they were going to destroy anything that they made. "Fine, we can roll around on the open bed then. I can still hit you with pillows if I feel the need," he said thoughtfully before pushing himself up to investigate the location of such pillows. He moved to crawl off to get one, possibly two to make good on the need to hit Steve with them. "Stay, rolling around is more entertaining."

[whatsfondue]

He could vacation nearly anywhere, so long it was quiet and private, and Bucky was there. His so-called vacation in Vegas started off on a sour note but right now he couldn't be happier. It didn't mean he wanted to stay here until called home for work, he still wanted to do that road trip with Bucky. Las Vegas as a city didn't really have many attractions for him. In the meantime, Bucky was here and there was nothing to stop him from indulging, even spoiling Bucky a little. Steve ignored the voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Sam's scolding him about developing bad 'habits'.

"Now why would you want to do that? Have I given you any reason to hit me with pillows?" He watched as Bucky crawled off of him, graceful as ever and disappeared into the main part of the suite in search of pillows. Steve thought it shouldn't take Bucky long, as most a minute or two, as he remembered there was a large screen TV out there and with it came a sofa seat with cushions. And while Bucky was gone, he picked up the dirty tissues from the ground and tossed them in their intended destination, the garbage basket, and straightened out the sheets and comforter that had gotten messed up in their earlier enjoyment of one another.

[disassembling]

"Yes, you were just caught and saved from HYDRA. That is reason enough to require hitting you with pillows," he replied as he left the room in search of said items. He was kind enough to only grab a few from the couch, the leaving the cushions where they were and returned with four small square pillows one rested their elbows on.

He tossed the pillows on the bed, returning to it without hesitation and moving to cuddle up next to Steve again. "Do you have any defense that would warrant me not hitting you with the pillows that I brought?" He supposed that this was still some kind of democracy and law-abiding nation, so it was good if Steve had a chance of defense before he clobbered his friend with material and fluff.

[whatsfondue]

By the time Bucky returned Steve was lounging on top of the covers, sitting partially up against the headboard and pillows. He hadn't bothered putting pajamas back on, knowing that Bucky would insist they come off immediately and he was feeling too mellow for another discussion over sleeping clothes. (He refused to acknowledge that he was getting used to sleeping without clothing, no matter how cold it was; Bucky was warm enough in any case.)

"HYDRA is to blame for kidnapping me, I didn't kidnap myself." Steve pointed out as Bucky tossed the pillows (only four of them) this way and that onto the bed and caught the one that fell conveniently into his lap. "That's my defense. I have no control over what they do or think." He paused and looked at the pillow consideringly. "And I feel compelled to tell you that you may have 4 free hits with the pillow before I start responsive action." That should be fair enough; four pillows, four hits.

[disassembling]

He was really still working on Steve to accept the ease and comfort of just lounging around naked with him when it was time for bed or fun in and around bed. It appeared that his friend was as resistant of staying out of clothing most of the time as he was of steering clear of them. The fact that they warred over bed clothes seemed appropriate when they got along about pretty much anything else.

"No, but how come you didn't fight back like you usually do? Afraid of an unusual amount of property damage this time?" He settled down and noted that Steve had a pillow too, not that he cared for any of that. Their war couldn't be limited to just fists. "I only need three to make you regret." And then he proceeded to attack Steve with the pillow in his grip with a savage barrage and made three hits and then exploded feathers everywhere. "Do you regret yet?"

[whatsfondue]

Steve didn't count himself as a prude but he still preferred clothes most of the time. Bucky might not mind the cold, especially in the winter but he did. Not even blankets made up for cold New York winters, no matter how good indoor heating has improved in the last seventy years (or how warm Bucky was). It was an ongoing discussion between them that was probably not going to be decided either way for a long time. Especially since both of them were stubborn.

"Ambushes happen. I have never claimed to be all seeing." Steve grunted out as Bucky started his attacks with the pillows. Bucky was not gentle with them in the slightest. He winced as feathers began flying everywhere and made a mental note to leave an extra big tip for the cleaning ladies the next morning when they checked out, holding up an arm in an attempt fend them off from his face. "You'd have been better off asking HDYRA if they regretted kidnapping me. Actually...they probably regret it now that you blew up another one of their bases." He said matter-of-factly as he picked up his own pillow. He told Bucky that Bucky was allowed four hits and directly after the fourth hit he'll be retaliating.