fossilised | For Steve

[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.]

[If he lives to be a hundred and fifty, he'll never forget the sight of Steve on his knees looking up at him like that. It's the stuff that porn films wish they could emulate, because there's nobody on earth that could resist. He very nearly comes there and then, biting off a soft groan and having to ball his hand into a fist to keep from touching himself.]

Future reference, Steve, the answer to that is always yes.

[His eyes are almost black with how wide his pupils are blown.

He has never wanted anyone more than he wants Steve right now. He wants to flip him over and bury himself in his ass so desperately that it's probably a good thing Steve is going to suck him off first, to give him that refractory period to loosen him up and prepare him without going mad.]

[As desperate as he is - and he is desperate for it, Steve is almost shy as he leans in to lick at Bucky's cock. Hes only done this a couple times and it feels like a lifetime ago and he wasn't even very good then.

He has been, uh. Reading up on it though. The blessed age of the internet, where one can Google instructions and tips for how to suck dick for beginners. Wanting so much and finally getting, teasing isn't Steve's intent at all but he can't help but lick and suck and stroke and worship Bucky's erection with a reverence to it. Steve wants to explore every inch of Bucky, to learn everything he likes so he can express to Bucky without words just how Bucky makes him feel.]

[It won't be hard for Steve to find out what makes Bucky go wild, because he's not shy about letting Steve know. He's not quite as vocal, but low bitten off moans and panted breaths are strong indicators for when something is going well. His fingers fist in Steve's hair, tight but not tight enough to hurt or actually restrain him.]

S-Steve, I'm gonna-- Jesus.

[He just manages to give a warning so Steve can pull away if he wants, but it's only a second or two before his vision pretty much whites out.]

[In spite of the instructions saying to not try swallowing if you weren't even practiced with the sucking, Steve's pretty sure he couldn't pull away even if he wanted to. Mark hair pulling down on something Steve is apparently into, he braces his hands against Bucky's hips for balance and just sucks harder with the warning. He wants it, every bit of it he can get.

He does end up coughing a little, not expecting quite so much, but he thankfully doesn't gag or anything embarrassing like that. It just means a little escapes the corner of his mouth, so there's some of Bucky's come on his face when Steve finally pulls off of Bucky's dick to glance up at him and nuzzle against Bucky's hip.]

Was - uh - was I okay?

[Bucky's answer is to pull Steve up bodily, thankful for the strength in his remaining arm to let him haul that sort of weight, and kiss him fiercely. He tastes of salt, of come, but Bucky doesn't care.]

Yeah, Steve. [It's a breathless and amused murmur against his lips.] You were great.

[He starts trying to push Steve back towards the bed, more than ready to start worshipping his body and make it so Steve is a literal mindless mess, when Steve's phone starts ringing loudly.

Natasha wants to know where he is already.]

[Steve is happy to go where Bucky directs, on his feet to kiss Bucky until his lungs burn for air, to stumble back blindly to his bed - he's well on his way to being a mindless mess already, half hard once more.

Steve doesn't even recognize the sound of his phone at first - the blaring ring a background annoyance getting in the way of devoting all his attention to watching the way Bucky's muscles move beneath his skin, all dangerous fluidity that Steve knows will never stop being a turn-on.

It sets in that it's his PHONE making that sound with barely enough time for Steve to scramble and grab it before it goes to voicemail. His voice is a little rough from sucking Bucky off moments before and he does sound absolutely breathless. He launches into apologies as soon as he huts the green icon to answer.]

Nat! Hi! I'm sorry - I'm so sorry, I should have called earlier, uh - some things came up, we're not going to make it. I'm so sorry.

['Things came up' indeed. For all his apologizing, truly sincere apologizing, he's quick to take Bucky's hand while he's still on the phone. To thread their fingers together, to back up until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed where he sits, legs spread invitingly.]

[Nat is half annoyed and half worried. She knows Steve is reliable and he wouldn't just ditch out unless something really has come up, and she can't think of anything that would keep him from the party unless it was really bad. Has he been in another fight and hurt himself this time? Has he got sick?]

Do not apologise, just tell me what's happened. Do you need me to come around?

[She will leave Clint to hold the fort with the other guests and come on a crusade over to make sure he's okay, unless he satisfies her that nothing is wrong.

Bucky can scarcely believe that Steve is sat there, spread out, while he's on the phone. Sometimes that good boy persona really is just a veneer on top of something much more wicked and he loves it. Spurred on, he drops to his knees beside the bed and ducks his head to lap his tongue over Steve's balls and then down to his perineum.]

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