fossilised | For Steve

[Steve positively flushes at that, a mixture of embarrassed and pleased. God, he wants to open his eyes, to see how Bucky is dressed, to - to see the way Bucky is looking at him right now.

He said he'd close his eyes though and he's a man of his word. It also kind of makes the next part a little easier, too.]

Um, I, uh. I also wanted to ask, er, invite? Ask? You to ... that is ... I got a new bed. Bigger. [God, he's fidgeting now, but you started this Steve, you finish it.] And I was thinking after the party if you wanted to - we don't have to do anything if you don't want to but ... you were, uh. Welcome ... to ... spendthenight.

[That just wasn't fair.

How could Steve ask him something like that, dressed like that, and expect any blood to remain in Bucky's brain for him to make a sensible decision? Because the sensible decision is no. He's freaking out enough over him dressed without his arm, what would he be like naked? And he knows that nightmares are a real issue. Two good reasons to say no.

But he can't seem to think about anything except Steve and his delicious body and that offer. He has to be quiet for a few seconds and very sternly think about something not sexy before he makes a tent out of his shorts.]

Steve...

[He takes a deep breath. Okay, he can do this. He can do this. He can--]

Open your eyes and see if you still wanna make that offer.

[After all, knowing a man is an amputee and seeing it are different matters, a lot of people get grossed out by the sight of stumps.]

[Steve opens his eyes.

He meets Bucky's first, all sincere and hopeful at the possibility of getting a yes out of Bucky. It gets his attention in bits and pieces, Bucky's costume. Too easy to get lost in his eyes.

Steve takes it in. The lack of his prosthetic and all the fake blood.

He smiles.]

Oh my god, your costume is great! That's so clever!

[Bucky feels something lift off his shoulders when Steve smiles. A piece of him that's been hating what he looks like since he lost the arm finally quietens down, replaced with the blue eyes of a man seeing something he obviously isn't repelled by. It makes Bucky flush and smile in return.]

Really?

[He takes a step forwards, his own pupils blown large and dark in pretty obvious desire.]

It's no-- cat-bat-suit. Goddamn, Steve, you're so gorgeous that I can't even speak properly.

Really.

[And god, the way Bucky is looking at him right now...]

It's this stupid in-joke Nat and I had that - you know? It doesn't even matter.

[Steve's still pretty red, but he's emboldened by these months together. By the way someone as breathtaking and gorgeous as Bucky looks at him. So even though his heart is racing a mile a minute, he reaches out to grasp Bucky's shirt, to tug him a little closer. Steve doesn't really mean to bite his lip invitingly either, he just can't help himself when Bucky's around.]

You want to get a closer look?

You have no idea.

[He's wanted to get a closer look at Steve beneath his clothes since the second he saw the man walk into that art class, he's got a body to die for and getting to know him has only ramped that desire up tenfold.]

Don't tempt me, Rogers, because I'll make you call off the party anyway and carry you back down to that new bed right the hell now.

[He leans in and presses a light, almost innocent kiss to Steve's lips in juxtaposition to his words. God, he loves this guy. He should probably tell him that at some point.]

[Steve would be lying if he tried to claim that he didn’t feel the same about skipping the party. He was trying to consider how mad Natasha and Clint would be, if he offered up the information of spending the night with Bucky if it would buy him forgiveness.

The sweetness of the kiss makes his knees weak and he rests his hands on Bucky’s shoulders, returning it.

Jesus, Steve, get your shit together. You are a responsible adult.]

We can skip the party - I know my friends will understand. Or - if it gets too much, I’ll stay close and you can just tap my shoulder and I’ll make an excuse to get us out of there and we can come back and enjoy the company of just us. And Yasha. And the maybe two trick-or-treaters that will come around.

[Bucky being comfortable is Steve’s primary concern here. Recovery is important, getting Bucky back out into the world, but not if the attempt is going to set him running and afraid to try again.

… Also getting Bucky to spend the night, even if all they do is enjoy the intimacy of sharing sleeping space their usual intense kissing.]

[It's so incredibly tempting.

Especially when Steve proves yet again just what a good guy he is, that he really does understand that Bucky is fucked and still isn't running from him. But he can't do that, he doesn't want to be that guy who makes Steve stop doing things with his friends, so he shakes his head, even if the desire for Steve is still obvious in his eyes.]

I can wait. Probably.

[Now that a couple of hurdles have been overcome, he's more than ready to get at the skin beneath that tight costume.]

Hey Steve... [He hesitates. It probably isn't the most romantic time to do this while covered in blood soaked Hawaiian beach clothes, but it just pops out.] ...I'm in love with you. Just thought you oughta know.

[Steve just kinda goes completely frozen, eyes wide, for a moment. Of course he figured there must be some kind of feelings involved on Bucky’s part like why would he put up with Steve otherwise, but to hear it actually said...

Steve leans back in and very, very thoroughly kisses Bucky. He’s completely breathless when he pulls back, pressing his forehead against Bucky’s just for one more point of contact.]

I’ve been in love with you for months I just - I was worried about it being too soon so I kept putting off saying anything, I love you too.

[That's definitely the reaction wanted when confessing love to someone, and Bucky sinks into the kiss without any resistance. He snakes his arm around Steve's hips and pulls him close, flush to one another, and contemplates again missing the party to have their own, more adult, party.]

Then you're goddamn crazy.

[Who would love him?]

But I like that kind of crazy.

Looks like we’re a matched set, then.

[Being pulled so fully against Bucky, it’s hard to hide how much Steve is enjoying it. The costume really does leave little to the imagination, so even the slightest bit of interest is pretty easy to notice.

He’ll be self-conscious about it in a minute or so, really. He’s just a little preoccupied with kissing Bucky again, and again, thoughts of everything fleeing except the pleasant ache in his chest and the giddiness and how good it feels to have Bucky’s hand and body pressed against him].

[This is why two arms would be really useful right now, he could keep one around Steve and use the other to explore that excitement he could feel pressing against his thigh through the skin-tight suit. Oh well, he'll just have to improvise.

He pushes Steve back against the wall and presses properly flush to him, and starts to move his thigh between Steve's leg slowly and deliberately. Party? What party? He doesn't even care that this is happening in the hallway while they're being watched by his dog.]

Oh!

[It’s a hallway, anyone could come across them, there’s absolutely zero privacy here and they have places to be and Steve is meant to be more responsible than this.

When Bucky’s thigh presses against him, though, the world narrows to that point of contact. Steve’s hands tighten on Bucky’s shoulders and a helpless keening sound escapes him as he jerks against Bucky’s thigh before he can stop himself.]

[That sound right there is his new favourite sound in the world, and his ambition in life is to hear it as many times as he can. He starts pressing kisses along Steve's jawline, working down to his throat, murmuring against his skin.]

Does this thing have a fly?

[There has to be some way for Steve to pee in this catsuit without taking the whole thing off, right? He wants to find that fly so that he can get his mouth onto Steve.]

[Steve’s mind is all fogged, he can’t think of anything - Bucky’s lips against his skin feel like a brand and he wishes they were, that he could have a mark left behind mapping everywhere that Bucky’s touching him. Everywhere Bucky will touch him.

He continues to hold tight to Bucky like a drowning man, every shuddering breath coming out with a moan. It feels like his hips are moving on their own, steadily grinding against Bucky’s thigh.

He almost doesn’t hear the question at first. looking at Bucky with mild confusion and wide blown pupils has Steve has to take a moment to remember how language works.]

Oh! There’s, um, there’s snaps between - between my legs.

[Right over his perineum, to make any bathroom use needed easier. Or any other activities one would want to get up to.]

[It's been ages since Bucky had sex last, not since before the last time he shipped out, and he hadn't realised just what the dry spell had done to him until he got into this position. Now he doesn't think he could stop if a meteor hit the building, or if someone came along the hallway.

He's hard as a rock in his shorts, but his entire focus is on Steve right now. He slides his hand between them and pulls the snaps open, hoping that Steve has gone commando underneath to not spoil the line of his suit.]

Jesus, Steve.

[As soon as he manages to get Steve exposed to the air, he slides down against Steve to his knees and, without any preamble, takes Steve into his mouth. It's been a long time since he sucked cock, but enthusiasm probably makes up for any rusty technique until he gets into it.]

[Could it really be considered ‘going commando’ if the suit had built in lining? Steve didn’t think it should count. That was what he had been telling himself all the years he wore it, and it wasn’t like anyone knew better.

Well, until now anyway.

He moans helplessly when Bucky unfastens the snaps and gets a hand on him, and that’s so good, that’s all Steve was really hoping for and oh god those callouses feel so damn good.

Then Bucky’s dropping to his knees and oh!]

Bucky-!

[Steve slaps a hand over his mouth and bites at his lip to try and keep the noise down, but he is apparently a talker and a loud one at that, He’s got to lean his full weight against the wall, he’s trembling from the wicked things Bucky’s mouth is doing to him. Small whimpering sounds still escape, refusing to be silenced. His free hand caresses Bucky’s shoulder, up his neck, to card through his hair. Steve isn’t going to last long.]

[This is the part of sex that Bucky has always liked the most; oh, sure, the actual sex is always great when it happens, but there's something about being able to make his partner make those sort of sounds that drives him wild. And god but is Steve ever gorgeous to listen to, he's almost convinced that he might come in his shorts without even touching himself.

He doesn't care if Steve lasts two seconds or two hours, this is perfect and he wants to be the one to coax a climax out of him, one he'll swallow every drop of when it comes so as not to stain his costume.

It's agony not being able to talk to him and tell him how sexy he is, so he has to content himself with humming low in his throat while his mouth is... busy.]

[He doesn't last two seconds, but, well... it has been a very long time, Steve hasn't exactly trained up stamina in this area, and by god Bucky has left him wanting for months now. The dam is finally breaking and nothing will be spared from the flood.

With how hard Bucky is going for it too, it's not very long at all before Steve is tugging urgently at Bucky's hair. It's polite to warn, right? Right.]

Bucky - I'm-

[That's about the only coherent words he can make, gasping for breath between each, looking down at Bucky like he still can't really believe this is happening. Then he's squeezing his eyes shut again and throwing his head back as he cries out, vision going white then black as the orgasm hits him.]

[He's so hard that it's almost painful, an aching throb between his legs, as he takes Steve as far into his mouth as he can while still being able to swallow without choking. He feels-- great. He feels like his old self, sexy and charming and normal, and it's Steve that makes him feel like this.

He looks up when he's swallowed the last mouthful and grins, licking his lips cheekily.]

Wow, Steve, in a hallway, and I thought you were such a good boy.

[Heh.]

[Steve has to wonder if he looks even half as debauched as he feels, everything on display in an outfit that was already skintight, clinging all the more to every curve with the addition of sweat. Leaning against the wall and heaving for breath while he tries to get his legs back under him, looking down at Bucky with those slow fucked-out blinks.]

... Not such a good boy after all, I guess.

[They are in the hallway though, and really fuck the party at this point.]

You gotta either let me into your apartment or help me down to mine like now. I need your dick.

[For a second, Bucky feels like he's achieved nirvana or something because he's literally never heard anything sexier in his whole life. If this is God making up for the shitty few years he had, then he is all for it, because damn.]

Sir, yes sir.

[He grins even wider and loops Steve's arm over his shoulder to start helping him down the stairs, trailed by a confused dog.]

Have you got condoms? Lube?

[Please say yes, he has far too noticeable an erection to go down to a store right now.]

[Steve hastily tucks himself back in and gets at least one of the snaps closed with a little maneuvering. Obvious erection is one thing. Full monty out on display is another.]

Yeah, I - uh. [Inhale, Exhale, all in one breath.] Ikindagotsomebeforethefirstdate. Just in case.

[Sure he already came but Bucky is right there and Steve can't but help but kind of nuzzle and kiss at Bucky's cheek and neck and by his ear while they make their stumbling way down the stairs. Steve's also thankful for the relatively few keys on his keyring because he's fumbling for them blind. Second try gets the door open and then he's grabbing Bucky by the shirt and pulling him inside to kiss more fully.]

Before the first date? Wow, Steve, you horndog.

[He snorts, fairly sure that must have been the work of Natasha or Clint, or maybe even Tony now that he's met them all and knows what assholes they can be. Or wonderful people, since it means Steve actually has what they need right now. Yeah, definitely wonderful people.

Any further words are stopped pretty effectively by Steve's lips, not that he minds. He kicks the door shut and pushes Steve into his bedroom, shutting that door too in order to make sure Yasha is out in the lounge while they do this.

He's so wound up and ready for this that he doesn't have anything left in him to be nervous of how Steve might look at him when he strips. So the shirt is coming off and the shorts are coming down even as he keeps contact with lips on lips as much as possible. His torso is a mess, even aside from the arm which ends only a few inches below the shoulder, there's scars from other things criss-crossed on his skin.]

Too many clothes.

[It's a mumble against Steve's lips, half an order for him to strip and half a plea for it.]

[Steve has to pull away to get undressed, what with how his costume is effectively one single piece. He's worn it enough times to not get tangled in the slinky fabric though as he kicks it off along with the boots and knocks the cat ears into a corner somewhere, leaving him entirely naked.

He stares when he gets a look at Bucky, of course. No look of horror crosses his features though - it's pure hunger, pure thirst.

Steve's stamina isn't so great at holding back an orgasm, but hot diggity his refractory period may as well be that of a teenager's, apparently.

He drops to his knees in front of Bucky, eyes and voice pleading.]

Can I taste you, please?

[He wants the rest of it, dear god does he want the rest of it, but Bucky had a chance to swallow Steve in the hallway and Steve at least wants to see how deep he can take Bucky into his mouth.]

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