fossilised | It's AU time

Nat looked as if all her Christmasses had come at once, and that nobody could get a better present for her than this. She worried over her little friend constantly, he was too lonely, too stubbornly shut up in his own certainty that nobody would want to hang out with a half deaf asthmatic with scoliosis. And none of the dates she'd set him up on seemed to work out, but now? Ah--

She swung her arms around him and peppered embarrassing kisses all over his cheeks and forehead, beaming.

"I will make excuses for you to go home this afternoon, I remember how fun the first weeks are of not wanting to get out of bed. I want to have to put music on because of how loud you are even across the hall, understand me?"

"I've--" Steve balked, more at the words than the numerous kisses all over his face. She was wearing lipstick and more than a few of those kisses had likely left a mark! Yikes. He gripped the edge of the sink with one hand and rubbed his cheek with the other. "I've never-- Not with anyone. And I don't know if Buck would even-- Not with the... He's embarrassed about..."

Nat knew the arm thing. And the PTSD thing.

"But he's so cute-- people that live upstairs from you aren't supposed to be so cute but uh...! The first time I saw him I thought he was an actor. Those eyes... The cleft in his chin--". Steve had never been turned on so much just being with someone. "He likes me because I'm wholesome. What if that stops because I..."

He was not going to come right out and tell Nat about how much he wanted to blow his new boyfriend. That would be rude.

"You think he would like you less because you want to have sex with him? You think he is fetishising you?"

That was the right word, wasn't it? She knew all about that, she had been on a few dates with people who only wanted her because she was Russian, and the second she showed any personality trait beyond what they expected from their stereotypes, she was no longer of interest to them. What if this Barnes only liked Steve because he was 'wholesome'? Her expression darkened and she crossed to the kitchen door to shout into the living room with no shame.

"Steve does not think you wish to have sex with him, is this true?"

Bucky froze from where he had been dealing out a round of poker with Tony, Thor, and Loren to stare at Natalia, not sure if he had heard her right.

"What...?"

"I ask you if you want to have sex with Steve even though he is a virgin and wholesome. You would not lose interest after he was no longer so wholesome?"

Bucky couldn't quite believe this was happening right now, looking mortified as he stood up to come to the kitchen in an effort to at least stop this being so public, though his expression when he looked down on Nat was thunderous and unimpressed.

"How about you keep the personal questions to yourself, ma'am? Whatever goes on, or doesn't go on, in the bedroom between Steve and I is our business and not yours to go shouting out like we're some kind of circus freak show for your entertainment. If you're trying to find out if I'm the kind of guy to cut and run after I've slept with someone, maybe ask that instead of humiliating your friend? If Steve wants to ask me anything, he can do that himself, now kindly learn a little respect."

Steve was mortified. He was mortified that Nat had just told the world that he was a twenty three year old art student virgin (those things didn't exist right?) and he was mortified that Bucky now knew that Steve was afraid of and also wanted to have sex with him. He he tried to puff up. Standing behind the ballerina who wore the same pant and shirt size as he did was difficult, though.

Nat wasn't having any of Bucky's macho shit either.

"Steve tells me everything. He is family. He is all I have and all he has apart from your and Thor. And do not go spouting your morality. I heard you outted Loren. That is worse than being sure I do not have to cut off your balls for hurting my family."

Nat was... Scary.

"You are only acceptable if you do right by him. He has never shown any interest in anyone else so if you break his heart, I will break yours. And if you do not satisfy him, I will hurt you worse."

Bucky wilted slightly when she reminded him of what he had done to Loren, that really hadn't been his finest moment and he needed to pull the guy aside and apologise for that when he had a moment to without making everything worse. So maybe he didn't have the right to use the moral high ground here, not when he had done that.

"Look, I can understand wanting to make sure I'm not gonna hurt him, Steve is special as hell, but maybe just come and ask me next time."

He glanced back at where Steve was trying to pretend he wasn't as mortified by this as he clearly was.

"I don't want to hurt you," he said, feeling like it was more respectful to address Steve personally rather than keep talking over him like he wasn't there. "And God knows if you ever wanted to take me to bed, I'd make sure you couldn't sit straight for a week, but we do this at your pace. I think I'm falling in love with you, so cut me a break here."

Steve needed to reclaim this too. Things had gotten a little too heavy a little too quickly and so the blond stepped out from behind Natalia and set his hands on his narrow hips. "Drunk Bucky already said he was in love with me. Slightly buzzed Bucky is just falling in love with me? I need you to have more egg nog."

Steve, half deaf and asthmatic and with scoliosis pulled Bucky down and kissed his forcefully, right there in his kitchen, with Nat and Thor and Loren watching. Tony might have been taking video on his phone. He didn't care.

"Figure out if you love me or not because I want the opportunity to know what it's like not to be able to sit straight for a week," he said. Loudly. It was all right out there.

Jesus Christ he was a lucky man. He felt heat pool in his crotch and he very nearly just picked Steve up, threw him over his shoulder, and carried him across the hall to a bed like a goddamn caveman. But he settled for kissing him back as fiercely as he could manage, sliding his hand into soft blond hair at the same time.

"I already figured it out, it's just that buzzed me doesn't want to scare you off. But I don't want to-- not until you're ready, you understand?"

There was clear lust in his eyes, though, so it was obvious that as soon as Steve said he was ready, Bucky would be taking full advantage of that. Several times over, for as long as he could before he was thrown out.

"Alright," Natalia announced, happy to see how things were going. "I give you permission to keep seeing my Steve for now. Thor, why do you not make promises not to let me sit straight for a week?"

"I have far too much respect for you as a woman and a dancer and a sexual partner to compromise you for an entire week," Thor called back, grinning like a puppy dog, and Tony set his chin in his palm and made faces at Loren. The line was pure cheese but genuine. Tony found that to be worthy of being judged as ridiculous and let Loren know with an eyeroll.

How would anyone pick Thor over the preening house cat that was his brother? Not Tony.

Left finally alone in the kitchen, Steve threaded his fingers through Bucky's hair, feeling that heat against his stomach as they kissed.

"I've been ready for a long time. It just took awhile to meet you," Steve said. It was another cheesy line but out of Steve's mouth, it was sincere.

Loren might be falling for Anthony more and more. He had never met anyone who didn't instantly love his brother, for who could fail to adore someone so open, so honest, so genuinely kind? Loren was none of those things. Though he was capable of kindness and honesty, he was far more guarded in his life and much more acerbic in wit. That Anthony appreciated these things gained him a quick but passionate kiss.

Bucky didn't notice or care, all his attention was on Steve. The man fit against his body as if he had been made for it, and his voice came out in a low growl.

"Don't say stuff like that, or I'll be hearing the Eagles call and taking you home right now to enjoy the rest of the day in a way less family friendly manner."

Steve swallowed, throat dry, and pulled himself out from Bucky's arms to head back into the living room. "I need everyone to leave. Merry Christmas, but out," Steve said, picking up the turkey from the table to hand to Thor, ignoring the way he blinked at him, confused. At least Nat understood and clapped her hands like her dance instructors did, telling who to grab what and to head out to her apartment. They could play Twenty Questions with Tony Stark.

But first, she made a bit of a show handing Steve a little, gold, square packet and a small bottle the size that over the counter nasal spray could usually be found in. "I will play music," she told him and Steve tried not to let his mouth fall agape.

"Uh... Have you been carrying that around--"

"It's fresh. Sometimes Thor and I do not always make it to my apartment or his. I try to be prepared. I will get others."

Steve watched everyone leave, wondering how many times they'd had to stop in the middle of the hall to do... Things. Why else would Natalia pack her little goodie bag for a trip next door?!

Bucky had no idea that Steve would actually go and throw everyone out to take him up on that offer, but that was fucking hot. If Steve found him at all repulsive, with his scars and defective parts, then this went a long way to proving to Bucky that those sort of thoughts were all in his own head. But it was also a bit worrying, because he didn't have any condoms or lube, and he doubted that Steve did, so they'd have to stick to--

Oh. Natalia.

He grinned at her and waited until everyone was outside and they were alone, before cheekily striding towards the door with a massive grin on his face.

"You said everyone out, right? Does that include me? You want to take a nap, or something?"

"Yeah. I probably will need to take one in an hour or two," Steve said, having no idea where all of this sudden courage came from. He wasn't as scared as he thought he'd be. In fact, he was feeling the exact opposite. Nerves weren't even a factor. He grabbed Bucky's shirt and tugged him back towards himself before leaning up to a kiss that was anything but platonic. Their teeth clicked together and Steve felt a growl of pleasure leave his throat. He might be short and small but he was not exactly passive. A kick to the door shut Bucky into his domain and he made a silly little beckoning gesture as he moved around him to his bedroom.

"New Rogers apartment rule. No pants in the bedroom." He unzipped his own as he went, stepped out of them, and left them somehow neatly on the floor as if they were self folding. He'd been around Bucky in his boxers before, tight to skinny thighs, but this was pointedly different.

Once inside the bedroom, he pulled off his sweater and waited with a hip jutted out for Bucky to join him. He was patient, but the feel of the gold foil in his hand left him breathing hard.

Bucky didn't know where this self confidence had come from, but he fucking loved it. He would never understand anyone who could look at Steve Rogers and see someone weak, just because he was slightly smaller and skinnier than most people, when he had the spirit of a man three times his size and built like a truck. It was incredibly sexy, and Bucky was more than happy to let Steve dominate this first time if that's what it took to have him feel comfortable and enjoy it.

Because God did he ever want Steve to enjoy it. He had a feeling that any potential sexual partners he'd had, had never treated him exactly right. Maybe all he'd had were a few sloppy handjobs and a blowjob or two, he'd probably never felt just how amazing sex could be.

His dress pants crumpled to the floor, leaving him completely naked from the waist down. He hadn't had any clean boxers that day, so he had gone commando, but he wasn't about to disobey the no pants in the bedroom. So when he strutted into the bedroom, it was completely naked from the waist down with just his shirt almost keeping his modesty but not quite.

The sight of Steve in just his boxers and a t-shirt, with Bucky's dog tags against his chest, took his damn breath away.

"Do I get to make rules in the Rogers apartment? Because I think there should be no clothes in the bedroom, let alone no pants."

It would take Steve about twenty seconds to answer that. His eyes, naturally, fell to the skimming fabric that just touched Bucky's thighs and the slight bob of flesh visible at the shirt tail hem.

It was delicious. Yes he wet his lips. He'd never actually done that before, mostly because he tended to get just about to second base before he lost his nerve at continuing. He just wanted everything to be perfect. Obviously perfect to him just meant with someone he really cared about, because this scenario wasn't exactly the most romantic. He had no doubt it would be good though.

With his mind set, Steve let himself smile.

"Let's keep them on a contingent basis. I need a few minutes to carefully consider..." He approached Bucky with careful hands straying only slightly up his chest beneath the shirt before he knelt and nosed the hem up and over what he hoped would soon be an erection.

Believe him, just having Steve kneel in front of him and nose at his shirt was a wet dream in and of itself, and more than enough to have him sporting a semi by the time Steve got a good look at him.

"No... No, I'm pretty sure clothes need to be taken off. Jesus, Steve, I want to see you naked."

Maybe that was a bit blatant, but the roughness to his voice wasn't at all faked, he really thought the guy on his knees in front of him was one of the sexiest people he'd ever met. And yeah, that was probably a lot to do with the emotional connection, but how had he never realised that skinny guys could be so sexy before?

"Also touching. I think the rule in here is always touching."

"I'll allow the always touching rule," Steve agreed, voice muffled and breath hot on sensitive skin. He wrapped his hand around Bucky and looked up at him, cherubic face and smile just two inches from the state of his arousal. "Now let me think about the first. I'll have my answer shortly."

Steve wasn't a porn watcher but he also wasn't an idiot. He found the medium to be exploitive of both men and women and he hadn't really appreciated it. That left scenes in actual movies that didn't really show a lot of detail but he got the jist of what to do. He approached the matter as straight forward as he could, laying kisses across the heated skin from base to tip before experimentally touching his tongue to it and finally taking it into his mouth.

Steve wasn't sure what he thought a man might taste like, and he was a little surprised that 'salty' had never been a word to come to mind, but that's exactly how he thought of Bucky at the moment when he closed his eyes and went to work taking control of his own desire and the situation as a whole.

He was salty, hefty... And he tasted long.. Much longer than Steve could completely handle without some practice, but he did take his time, not thinking about the other men who had been kneeling where he was, but how lucky he was to be with Bucky now.

Steve was obviously inexperienced, and maybe it wasn't the best head that he'd ever got, but it was still amazing. Bucky was fully hard in Steve's mouth before too long, fingers threaded carefully through his hair as he gave small moans of encouragement. He was careful not to rock his hips too much or hold too tight to Steve's head, he didn't want to get rough with him or accidentally choke him from pushing in too deep and triggering his gag reflex.

"Stop-- Jesus, Steve, stop, or I'm gonna have to end this early."

He pushed Steve back and away from him before he knelt down to join him on the floor, eyes dark and desperate. He wanted to taste Steve in return, so he bent over even further to nuzzle his nose against Steve's underwear, tonguing the fabric over his dick firmly before taking hold of the waistband in his teeth to pull them down.

He was much more experienced at giving a blowjob, he'd had more than a few partners in his time and he had watched a fair amount of porn. So he went to it with a will, alternating on sucking as much of Steve's erection down his throat as possible, and tonging along his balls and down to his perineum. He could do this all day and never get bored, he wanted more than he thought possible to hear and see what Steve looked like when he was completely undone.

Maybe Nat had a reason for carrying along her things in her pockets after all. They had yet to make it to a bed, though Steve was seated back against the thick wood of the futon, feet planted on the ground and knees bent with legs splayed. He groaned, decadent and exposed with Bucky laying between his thighs. He didn't give as much care to his bucking, to the way he pulled and tugged at long, loose hair like a cat might do while kneading blankets, the way his boyfriend had, mostly because he wasn't sure what the proper etiquette was, and because he couldn't pay attention to what was going on anywhere that wasn't directly in front of him.

Steve gave a tiny little cry of warning and a little, futile scuttle backwards against the futon, but in the end, Bucky would have his wish.

He came undone like a art film, cheeks rosey, face pale and lips a crimson red from earlier activities. His eyelids had fluttered closed and he had let all of his muscles loosen after that sudden contraction of pleasure and release. Steve licked his lips and had the good sense to be embarrassed, hands flying up to Bucky's face to make sure there was no mess.

Bucky didn't want Steve to be embarrassed by that sort of thing, so he made sure to grin like a goddamn Cheshire cat when he sat up and very deliberately licked his lips before swallowing. He was so hard that it almost hurt, he hadn't let Steve get him off because he was kind of hoping they he would get to either take or be taken by Steve, but he didn't know what the other man's recovery time was and if he was the sort to want to keep going after he'd orgasmed once.

He leaned in to kiss Steve on the lips fiercely, his own mouth now tasting very distinctly of Steve's completion. Unable to stop himself from rolling his hips towards Steve to try and get a little friction.

"You want to keep going?" It was a low murmur, with no judgement if Steve had enough with just what they had done so far.

Steve nodded with the kiss, hands moving between them to get his shirt off. He wasn't going to dictate to Bucky what to do with his own. Steve had found the scars to be fascinating and he wasn't turned off by the remains of his arm at the shoulder either but he understood that Bucky might have some hang ups. But he could deal with his boyfriend still wearing his shirt even if Steve no longer wanted to. He would let Bucky decide on if he kept his socks on too, mostly because he couldn't be bothered to toe out of them as his shirt fell down around his hips.

He reached instead for the little care packet Nat had pressed into his hand, left on the mattress over his head. Once he had them, he shifted them to Bucky's chest and put the packet and bottle into his shirt pocket with a little pat and a cheeky grin.

"Do you think you can manage," he teased as he used the bed to pull himself up, knees at Bucky's current eye level, lounging back against his elbows. He didn't find himself to be wholly attractive but he wanted to make sure that Buvky understood what he wanted.

His eyes widened slightly when the lube and condom went into his shirt pocket, but he wasn't exactly going to refuse an invitation like that. Though he would let Steve take him, and happily so, he couldn't deny that he would very much like to be inside his boyfriend in short order.

Maybe next time or the time after that, because he wanted this to happen a hell of a lot now they were started, he would take his shirt off. But he had a lot of issues with his own body now, and he wanted this first time to be all about Steve. This was Steve's first time overall, not just with him, Bucky at least owed it to him to make it as good as he could, so there would be no messing with his shirt this time. He did, however, pull the straps from his prosthetic and pull it down and out the bottom of his shirt to get rid of the cumbersome weight.

"How about you tell me how well I manage after, hm?" he muttered with a wolfish grin. It wasn't long before he was back between Steve's legs, licking and sucking at his dick, and down to tongue at his ass. He took his time, he wanted to get Steve hard again, get him wanting, and make sure he was properly prepared. Cold lube squeezed over his fingers, one of them replacing his tongue to ease in, a slow teasing to relax the muscles, exploring him inside as he went back to pressing kisses along his hips and inner thighs.

As new of an experience that this was, Steve wasn't entirely of the virginal mindset. He wanted sex before, he knew his own body, and he wanted sex now too. There was only so much teasing and preparation that he could take, therefore. His whole body arched upward, yearning and in need.

"Buck-- Buck, I really... Can you just--" he used the fabric of Bucky's shirt to direct him as those remarkably powerful thighs balanced the dark haired man over him while he worked between Steve's thighs.

The blond plucked the condom from his pocket and tried to be cool as he used his teeth the tear the package (that happened in movies right?) but only the corner tore off and he had to grunt and groan to make the opening big enough to get the condom out.

And that was about as far as Steve knew what to do with it.

Put it on the tip, roll it on... But which way did it go?

He was furiously red as he held the protection upwards.

"This. On you. In me. You have three seconds or I'm going to explode," he whined.

Bucky had to practise some serious self-restraint as he prepared Steve. He had never come untouched before, but he sure as hell wanted to touch himself and seek out that pleasure that seemed to be just out of reach. It took a tremendous amount of control to keep his hand focused on Steve and working him open, and he was damn grateful when Steve took the initiative.

He couldn't help the little smirk when Steve struggled with the condom, how was he adorable even when he was sexy?

"Sir, yes sir," he murmured, rolling the condom on with the ease of someone who had done it more than a few times before. He made sure to coat himself in more lube, but then he was positioning himself between Steve's thighs to start pushing in.

"Breathe for me, Steve, relax. Tell me if it hurts." He pushed in as carefully as he can, sweating and tense the deeper he got. "Shit-- shit you feel amazing."

Hurt wasn't the right word for it. The initial experience was more unpleasant than he thought it would be considering how media and shop talk in class tended to make it seem, but it wasn't painful. Steve did grit his teeth as he felt himself stretch to accommodate Bucky and his toes in his socks curled as his leg muscles tightened. There wasn't any ripping or tearing, nothing was bleeding (he didn't know why he thought that would happen), but he also didn't feel some explosion of pleasure either.

It didn't stop him from enjoying how Bucky was feeling, though. He loved being the one to bring the man pleasure, and even if there was discomfort on his end, it was easy to endure for Bucky's sake.

But that mentality went out the window just under a minute later when Bucky actually started moving and the friction and angle changed drastically enough to leave him yelping and clinging to the man's good shoulder.

"Ah, God!"

Okay... So there was the pleasure. It was different but completely unsubtle, the discomfort somehow playing a part to make that spike of enjoyment even better.

Bucky was well acquainted with the initial discomfort. He remembered his first time getting fucked and he had felt so disappointed, like... is that all it is? No stars, no crashing waves, just a bit of discomfort and some thrusting. But he also was well acquainted with the mind blowing pleasure that came after, so he smirked like a smug bastard when Steve cried out and clung to him.

He rolled his hips in that same motion again, nearly sliding all the way out before he pushed back in. He started slow, careful, only letting loose a bit more when he felt Steve start to relax into it and really enjoy it. He had to use his hand for balance, pressed to the side of Steve's hip, but he made up for it by kissing him senseless as he moved.

He tried to find the angle that would have Steve losing his goddamn mind, begging for more, even while fighting off his own rapidly approaching orgasm.

"Feel so good, Steve, so-- Christ Almighty."

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