fossilised | It's AU time

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."

Bucky was a wizard or a genius or both because it took almost no time for Steve to be at his full mercy, knees tucked up and body accepting every bit of length that Bucky had to give. The futon squeezed beneath them, sound mixing the ones Steve himself was crooning.

He didn care that the walls were thin or that he sounded like he was in an overly dramatic television show where sounds were used instead of the actual actors to denote the sex they were play acting for their audience. He accepted every kiss and gave them back, leaving some hickies on Bucky's throat for his trouble, when Bucky could not longer hold himself back.

And that was all right. Steve was pleasantly sore and after Bucky had finished making it obvious that they needed more than just one condom, Steve and his boyfriend shared duties on getting him off for the second time. There was a lot of mess to clean up after that, though Steve happily had waste baskets and tissues everywhere and neither had to move far to remove the sweat and semen from their skin.

Steve curled up with Bucky, plucking at the buttons of his shirt, he found himself chuckling.

"That was-- I thought it was going to be... But you made it so-- I'm going to shut up now Steve decided and kissed Bucky sweetly instead, fingers tracing patterns in the skin of one of his hips. Maybe Nat could let him borrow a few more condoms later-- he'd buy her a whole box tomorrow when the stores opened up again. All he knew was that she was right. He wanted to never get out of bed.

Bucky's shirt was all kinds of disgusting now, stuck to him with sweat and rumpled up, and even stained a bit where some of their enthusiastic completion had ended up smearing across both of their bellies. But he didn't give a shit, he was on cloud nine now, relaxed on the futon with Steve nestled in close.

"Wait 'til you fuck me, Steve, that's a whole new kind of pleasure."

He wasn't sure what he enjoyed more, fucking or being fucked, but he knew that both of them were amazing in different ways. He didn't want Steve to feel like just because he was the physically smaller of the two of them, that he had to bottom all the time, Bucky would love to get pinned under him and let him do whatever he wanted.

A smile curled his lips up and he pressed a kiss to Steve's forehead. "Okay, so... I'm not drunk, maybe a bit buzzed from the sex, but-- I really am falling in love with you. Do you think that's fucking crazy this early?"

"What I think is that your mouth is terrible," Steve said, pretty sure that his cock just jumped at the mere thought of being inside of someone else. Bucky would be taking all of his virginity and-- okay, that was silly. There couldn't be two ways. You just slept with someone. But to know that he wasn't going to be pigeonholed was incredibly important to him. He really did love what they had just done but there was so much more to do still, more to experience. And Steve wanted all of that.

Steve sat up, still just wearing a pair of white crew socks, and he turned so that he was facing the man laying on his bed. His hand slipped up Bucky's shirt without removing it. He was just touching. That was one of the rules after all.

"But i don't think it's wrong. Or too fast. Who gets to decide what works and what doesn't, other than the two of us? I know I'm going to be in love with you. I just want to wait until the lust settles down so I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt what I feel..." Steve leaned down to kiss Bucky gently before he bounded out of bed and found his phone in his pocket. "Just-- one sec..."

He scooted out of the room while texting, and then waited by the front door for a little knock and a laughing redhead with a shoebox for him.

"Thor and I decided you might wish to try many things. You are welcome," she said and pulled the door shut herself, Steve's bare shoulder and arm all that had been visible in the doorway anyway. She'd get the details out of him later, but he looked so happy. That made her happy too.

And it made her want to kick Loren and Tony out now too.

Bucky had just decided for himself that this might be the best Christmas ever, it might even beat that time that his Ma had got him real dirt bike for his eleventh birthday and he had been the envy of the whole neighbourhood. God knows how many extra shifts she had to pick up to afford that, and the gorgeous set of paintball guns she'd got Becca. No, don't think about Ma and Becca, that's not a good train of thought when he's trying to have a sex-filled few days with his boyfriend.

Though he can't help wondering if his Ma has told Becca that he called, if they've found out where he lived, if one or more of them will show up when he's least expecting it.

All those thoughts drive out of his head when Steve comes back in with a shoebox full of supplies making him grin and lounge on the futon, shirt rucked up so that he was completely on display.

"You already thinking about trying me out for size, Steve?"

"Yeah. Actually. I am." Oh, to be twenty-three again, right? Steve had more stamina than a guy who was often sick and with all sorts of medical conditions should not. He plopped the box down on the bed and the top popped off almost immediately, spilling ribbons of condoms, flavored lube, a blindfold and all sorts of things that Steve didn't really know how to use across the bed.

He blinked at them all and then climbed back into bed, pushing most of the objects back into their box where they belonged. They could look through them later when Steve was less amorous and willing to google things.

Steve climbed back into Bucky, standing over him a minute before he crouched against his thighs and kissed him with slow, steady rocking movements. Getting hard for the third time that day would take a little effort. Touching. Kissing... And yes. He wanted the romance of it too. He wanted the build up. He brought Bucky's hand to where he needed it most and together they slowly worked him back to hardness.

In the hallway, six or seven minutes later, Tony glanced at the door literally just shut in his face as the music from inside turned up. It wasn't loud enough to drown out Bucky and Steve though, and Steve's soft huffs actually left Tony feeling hard too.

"I think it's now a prerequisite that we join in with all of the Christmas sex," he told Loren, licking his lips as Steve could be heard murmuring how good it all felt.

He'd taken Bucky on his stomach. It was just easier for him since Steve wasn't that athletic. He was moving slowly, taking his time, memorizing the curve of his back as he leaned over to kiss it.

This was why he was glad he had waited. Not for the root beer flavored lube exactly, but because making love properly required love.

Bucky didn't mind being on his stomach, though he preferred to be looking at Steve when he got fucked, because the sensations were incredible. He was pretty sure that no amount of music would be enough to drown out his voice as he started panting out frantic cracked pleas for Steve to go faster, to not stop, just calling his name over and over...

Out in the hallway, Loren grinned at Anthony and pushed him back against the wall to kiss him right there outside the two apartments. They had spent all day with his charming older brother and Anthony hadn't had eyes for anyone but Loren, that had just cemented his desire to keep Anthony forever.

"You may fuck me, my Anthony, but you had best do it quickly for we have much work to do. I have many books to pack, and the drive from my apartment to your house is long."

Perhaps not the most conventional way to ask someone to move in together, especially as he was inviting himself to live with Anthony, but Loren was nothing if not direct with his wants.

This would not be the last time that Steve satisfied himself inside of Bucky and so when they became more accustomed to each other, Bucky would get his wish at seeing all of the ways that Steve's face contorted. He might also suggest some mirrors... But for now, he would just have to be satisfied that Steve was moaning in his ear with a happy abandon.

Nothing else outside of his boyfriend even mattered right now anyway.

And that wasn't a terrible thing, considering how scandelous of a scene was going out just outside of the front door. Tony wasn't sure what he liked better-- the kink Loren was into or that, after a long time of dating, he was finally going to get his boyfriend to move in with him. He'd only been asking for three months now.

With the shined up old wood banister in fairly good condition, and with most of the building out celebrating Christmas, Tony didn't mind taking a chance on being caught. He pulled down their jeans, hooked one of Loren's pale thighs over the wood, and with a little saliva and many, many practice sessions, pulled the taller man back onto his erection.

"Does this mean I get to be blown every morning?" he asked, fist in Loren's hair. They were rarely gentle. It was a complete juxtaposition to how lovingly Steve worked inside of his new lover.

Loren didn't really want the tender loving that some other couples enjoyed, he preferred the rough and passionate sex that made him feel Anthony even days later. They were loving in other ways, they showed their care without the need for gentle touches and soft sighs. He grunted and pushed back onto Anthony like a wanton whore, back arched and pale skin flushed.

"We shall see if you deserve to be woken in such a way each morning."

He made sure to grind back onto Anthony in a way well practised at making him hiss with pleasure, for this needed to be quick and dirty with how exposed they were. He took himself in hand and pushed himself to his own completion, twitching around Anthony's relentless thrusting as he came.

To live with Anthony would be a new and interesting experience. He hoped they would find themselves growing closer, rather than intruding on one another's space, but only time would tell with that. He knew that Anthony did not have many people, his parents both dead and no living family to rely on, just some friends and his mechanic business.

"Your brother can really take it!" Natalia said, pressed against the door with her eye to the peephole as she watched the goings on in the hallway. She could no longer hear Bucky and Steve, which was a shame, she might have to spend some time on the fire escape for a few days spying on them, but this was pretty good too. "He is so very flexible! Was he ever a dancer?"

She shrieked as Thor picked her bodily up and transported her to the sofa where he gave her a light spanking on an already bare bottom. "You should be more worried about what you can take. A whole week without sitting will take some skill and effort to cause and endure," Thor grinned, and before Tony finished coming into Loren, they were both clean and exclusive and had no need for condoms, Natalia's own voice joined the others in their link across the hall. Thor himself could be a beast. Luckily, the chair was pretty steady.

Tony and Loren were loud enough to coax Steve from bed, having been contented to just lay in Bucky's arms as his third afterglow overtook him, until that particular noise roused him from sticky sheets.

"I-- remind me to get some strong cleaner for the banister."

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