fossilised | For Steve

[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.]

[for the second time today Steve has to call a hand over his mouth and bite his lip to hold back a moan. He wants to watch Bucky, but it's too much to try and hold a conversation with Nat. So he lets himself fall back against the sheets.

And raise a leg up on them to spread his legs wider. He could deny Bucky nothing.]

No! No, we're fine, we're both ... very fine. We just- I'll call back tomorrow, okay?

You don't sound fine, Steve, you sound out of breath and like you're trying to get rid of me. Like the last time you had pneumonia. I'm coming round, I'll be there in half an hour.

[She doesn't give him chance to respond before hanging up.

Bucky, ignorant of this development, is entirely absorbed in the blissful sight of Steve naked and spread before him. He ducks his head further, tugging Steve to the edge of the bed to make it easier, and starts to rim Steve with his tongue. Maybe he should have asked first, not all guys liked rimming, but he knows if it's done right then it can drive a guy wild.]

[Steve, as it turns out, is one of those people.

He desperately tries to yell before Natasha hangs up,] Nat, no, no- [But she's already gone. He needs to warn Bucky they're going to be having company, but all he gets out is a breathless call of Bucky's name while Bucky tugs him to the edge of the bed and then Bucky's tongue is there and Steve has never been rimmed before so there's a half second of weird before his brain practically short circuits with the sudden awareness that this is something he really really likes.

He drops the phone in favor of clutching at his bedsheets, back arching as the keening sound escapes again. Louder this time, with Steve not trying to silence himself. He needs to warn Bucky - Natasha has a spare key and even of she didn't Steve has seen her pick locks before, but he can't think of anything except for the feel of Bucky's mouth on him.]

[Oh, hell yes.

Bucky can practically feel the blood rushing between his legs when Steve makes that noise, and it just spurs him on to try and make him keep making those noises. He adores this, loves knowing that he's the one wringing these sounds out of someone he loves. And right now he doesn't feel scarred and fucked up and broken, he feels sexy and powerful and safe.]

Condoms. [He mumbles the words between taking breaths.] Lube.

[He has to have Steve, and he doesn't want to wait a whole lot longer.]

N-night stand-

[He can barely get the words out with how turned on he is from the wicked things Bucky's tongue was doing to him, a trembling mess sprawled on the bedsheets, precome dripping onto his stomach and pooling in the creases of skin made by his muscles. His dick hasn't even been touched - he'd be embarrassed if he could manage it.

He's thankful he moved the lube and condoms. He'd kept them in the bathroom until this morning, moving them in a sort of desperate hope they'd be needed. They're there with a smaller scratchpad, a pencil, his inhaler and his full week pill case for the handful of medication he needs to keep up on to make sure all his invisible illnesses stay that way.]

Please - Bucky, please, I need - I need you-

[Well, at this rate he wasn't certain he'd last even thirty minutes more. Bucky had a way of driving him absolutely wild.]

[It's always a surprise when he sees a reminder of the hidden illnesses lurking out of sight under Steve's skin, he looks so amazing and healthy that it's hard to remember. It's a thought that hits him for all of half a second before he grabs the lube and rips open a condom, he can think on that later when he isn't this horny with a wrecked Steve waiting for him.

He can barely get the condom on for how much his hand is trembling.

It feels like he's taken way too long before he can get between Steve's legs again, but really it was only a minute or so. Then Steve will get to enjoy the new sensation of not only Bucky's tongue, but that being alternated with a lubed up finger working its way slowly and carefully into his asshole. It's agony, he wants to just push inside and rut like a goddamn animal, but he'd never do that. He wants Steve to enjoy this, he wants to prepare him and tease him until he's so fucked out that he doesn't even know his own name.

Those thirty minutes might very well pass in very thorough foreplay unless Steve hurries Bucky along.]

[Steve watches Bucky rip the condom open with half-lidded eyes. God - Bucky is just so sexy it's hard for Steve to believe he's real and here with him, between Steve's legs like he belongs there.

The little bit of discomfort is a relief. It's grounding, takes the edge off of what Steve is embarrassingly certain could be an orgasm just from Bucky's tongue and fingers in his ass. He needs to focus, but it's so hard. He needs to get Bucky to slow down but in that instant the exact reasoning eludes him along with control of his voice. Steve squirms against the sheets, head turned to the side as every breath is a moan. He can't look at Bucky- he's going to come then and there if he does, he just knows it. It takes all of Steve's not inconsiderable amount of self control to get out a singly weakly trembling word.]

W-wait...

[how long has it been? Fuck if he knows.]

['Wait' along with 'stop' and 'no' are the words pretty much programmed into Bucky to obey in situations such as this. He never wants to overstep the line with a partner of his, and so Steve's voice cuts through the fog of his own desire as effectively as a knife through hot butter.

He's got three fingers knuckle deep inside Steve at that moment, carefully stretching and feeling about to see just what felt good. He doesn't know his body well enough yet, but one day he'll know exactly where to press to find his prostate or any other area that feels good and he'll be able to play Steve like a goddamn violin.

But he pulls his fingers clear with that word, concern furrowing his brow.]

What?

[Did he hurt him?]

[Steve let's out a bereft little whimper when Bucky pulls his fingers from him. 'What?' indeed - what could possibly be more important than begging Bucky to continue? He almost does until he opens his eyes again and sees his discarded phone. His phone...?

Oh shit, that's right.

It comes out strained, quickly - he's still achingly hard and desperate to be filled, but he manages to get the jumble of words out in one exhale.]

Nat didn't believe everything was fine, she said she was coming over.

[Oh.

Oh, well that's okay, then. As long as he hasn't done anything unwanted or hurt Steve, then he can cope with a house guest on the way. He grins wickedly and bends over to take just the tip of Steve's erection in his mouth, giving it one leisurely lick before pulling back to murmur.]

Guess I'll have to get a move on then, huh?

[Steve wasn't sure what he was expecting Bucky's reaction to be. Frustration? Annoyance? He didn't have the mental facilities left for his normal brand of chronic over-worrying.

The mouth on his cock is unexpected, and Steve cries out and bucks his hips up when Bucky pulls away after only the briefest of contact.

He warned Bucky, he did good. Later on he'll regret not just shooting Nat a text that says 'We're having sex', but Bucky and his wickedly talented mouth are taking all his attention.]

Bucky - Bucky, please-

[He thinks Steve is pretty much stretched enough now, and he's not sure how much longer he'll be able to hold out anyway. He quickly and clumsily, for how desperate he is to be inside Steve, rubs some more lube over his erection to make it easier on Steve, before he starts pushing into him.

Good God.

Even though he knows he did, the sensation is so tight that it almost worries him that he hasn't prepared Steve enough. He can't help the groan as he slowly seats himself inside Steve, eyes dark and breath coming in ragged pants as he struggles not to come there and then.]

I-- I fucking love you.

[It's more like a wail this time, that sound Steve makes, loud and sharp and anything but pained. Even with Bucky feeling too big to fit, apparently rimming made him so desperate for dick it didn't matter.

Bucky's between his legs, inside of him, like it's exactly where he belongs.

Desperate hands reach up for Bucky, to grab at his shoulders, his arm, anything to pull him close. Steve needs Bucky's skin against his own, and he's never been so damn happy he trained for flexibility too as when he manages to catch Bucky's lips in a breathless kiss.]

Love you, I - I love, Bucky, yes, please-

[His own erection pressed between their stomachs, Steve is so close to the edge by now he's not going to last long. At this rate though, even if they don't finish in time, it's impossible to not hear Steve's pleasured sounds from the front room.]

[Damn, Steve is flexible, much more so than Bucky. He's supple and strong, but he's always been more of a boxer than a gymnast, stealthy than dexterous, so he's impressed at the positions Steve can contort himself into while still seemingly enjoying himself.

He doesn't think he'll last long either, but he doesn't care. He has months and hopefully years to work on his stamina again, he has all that time to map out Steve's body until he knows it better than his own. He wants to reach between them and stroke Steve's neglected erection but he can't because he needs his arm to brace his weight on, so he does what he can to make sure his stomach provides friction with each thrust.

He starts off slow, but it's not long before he's going as fast as he can, driven wild by Steve and no longer able to think coherently, until-- until-- He gives a broken sort of cry and shudders all over, climaxing harder than he thinks he's ever done.]

[Steve could reach between them if he wanted a hand on himself. This, just like this, feeling Bucky's thrusts both inside and out is absolute bliss.

Steve urges Bucky on to go faster with pleas and moans and Bucky's name repeated over and over like a prayer meant to save his soul. He doesn't last long either and he couldn't tell you if he came before or after Bucky to save his life. Maybe at the same time. He howls when it happens, short nails scratching against Bucky's shoulders as Steve holds him as close as he can, tightening around Bucky unable to think of anything beyond the euphoria of that moment as he makes a sticky mess between them.]

[Bucky feels like he's blissed out on some kind of euphoric drug, all sweaty and unable to stop grinning as he slowly pulls out of Steve and tosses the condom into the trash.

He's about to get back onto the bed to wrap Steve up in his arm and doze, when a knock at the bedroom door and an amused woman's voice comes through.]

All finished in there, Steven?

[Sprawled out and boneless against the bed, Steve winces and covers his face with his hand.]

Fuck.

[The post coital bliss is fading and embarrassment is setting in. How much of that did Natasha hear? He's such a shitty friend he should have thought to just be honest with her as soon as they got back to the room instead of letting his dick do the thinking and jumping right in.

He reaches blindly for Bucky's hand, needing the skin contact, the reassurance that there's at least one thing today he hasn't fucked up and give him courage to call out louder to Natasha.]

S-sorry Nat. I should have sent you a text at least, uh, earlier. I got a little... carried away.

[It's like a switch has flipped inside Bucky and he goes from relaxed to focused in a single heartbeat, all of his muscles tense underneath Steve's touch. He automatically goes to reach for a firearm that's not even there, before he catches himself and forces himself to sit on the edge of the bed and feign nonchalance.]

Maybe you should put some pants on and go out to talk to her?

[Damn it, why did she have to interrupt?

The door handle turns slowly. Nat has no intention of actually coming in, she just wants to scare Steve a bit, laughing as she calls back through.]

I think the whole building heard you getting carried away, I'm so proud of you. But the party's still going, so get your costume on, you're not getting out of it that easily.

[Steve feels Bucky's muscles tense, and when he looks he notices how he's gone from so relaxed to in alert mode. There's a brief but definate stab of frustration from that - not at Bucky, not even at Natasha, but at the general situation. Everything had been so perfect for a little while and then...

That's what he signed up for, though. He releases his held breath, sitting up with a wince he has to hide and rests a hand against Bucky's arm in a way he hopes is soothing.

Yes, Nat turning the door handle does spook him too. He wouldn't put it past her, okay.

Steve would be perfectly happy to carry on this conversation from this side of the door, but Bucky suggesting he go talk to her might be a subtle way of saying he needs a few moments alone, so Steve just swallows and nods.]

Gimmie a sec-

[He calls to Natasha, grabbing a pair of stretchy track pants from the hamper near his bed and pulling them on with a little difficulty, using an already dirty shirt to clean up some of the mess he had on himself. And yeah, he's limping a little when he goes to the door, both to go out and talk to Natasha and to let Bucky's dog in the bedroom so he isn't alone. Dog with a job, time to do your job.]

... how much of that did you hear? I need to know how badly to die of embarrassment.

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