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For Steve

[This is a bad idea.

Bucky knows it as soon as he stops outside the little community centre where these classes run and he sees the other students milling about, chatting to each other in their own little cliques. The thing has been running for a while, it's an art group for anyone with any sort of mental health issue - depression, anxiety, psychosis. He's here for PTSD, practically bullied into it by his therapist at the VA, under the instructions that he needs to get out and start socialising more.

There are only six other people, four women and two men, and it already feels like too large a crowd. He makes sure his prosthetic is properly covered by a glove and long sleeve, stuffed into his pocket so nobody can tell it hangs strangely, and slouches in at the back. From the conversations he can overhear, blonde woman and redhead woman have anxiety issues, brunette #1 and the two men all have depression, and brunette #2 has psychosis. They're all so open with each other, chatting about medications and coping techniques and the work they've been doing in class already.

One of them approaches him and asks his name, and what he's there for, but he just glowers at her until she retreats again. He doesn't want anyone to know why he's here, and he's only here so Wilson will stop goddamn riding him about it.

He slumps into the seat nearest the back and waits for the teacher to arrive, already sure this is going to be a waste of time...]

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[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.

[Yasha is pushing in as soon as the door is open even a crack, whining and wagging her tail both. At least Steve gets a last image of Bucky petting his dog, still butt-naked, before he closes the door so that Natasha can't peep in at his nude boyfriend.

She's dressed as Robin Hood, complete with a real bow that Clint lent her, all long legs in green tights and she's grinning like a cat with a whole saucer of cream. She's honestly ecstatic, she doesn't even care that she came all the way down here in worry, because Steve deserves this. He deserves happiness with someone.]

I heard enough to be kind of wonder if your boyfriend has a magic dick.

[Those were some loud and blissful shouts, friend.]

But don't you dare be embarrassed, it's sweet, it's good. That's what we got you the big bed for. Tony and Clint are gonna be so happy when I tell them.

[Yep, Steve gets a full body blush at the 'magic dick' comment.

Mostly because it's true.]

It was... nice. Real nice.

... I just love him so much, Nat.

[Her wicked smile softens a bit and she leans over to punch him lightly on the shoulder.]

I hope he feels the same way, Steve, if anyone deserves happiness then it's you. Even if I am mad at you for ditching my famous annual Halloween party.

[Steve gives her an exaggerated wince at the punch, smiling as well when Natasha does. Because Bucky does love him. Against all odds, Bucky loves him too.]

And I am SO sorry about that. Truly. Entirely my fault. Bucky had such a great costume too - but, uh... I really don't think taking stairs of any kind or much walking at all is in my future.

[She can't help it, she laughs properly at that.]

Oh, Steve, that's way too much information. I guess I'll let you off this time if you're feeling so delicate, but we're having a picnic in Central Park the day after tomorrow for the last nice day before winter sets in. You better be there, or I'm sending Tony around.

[Steve gives Natasha a look because yes it absolutely was too much information but Natasha also just ignored him trying to be respectful about keeping the reasons under wraps when he told her he couldn't make it over.]

No flaking out this time, promise. Please don't send Tony over.

Okay.

[She leans over and kisses him right on the forehead. Steve is one of her best friends, she is truly glad for him that he has this thing that makes him so happy.]

I know it will be tempting not to leave bed until the picnic, but do not forget to take nourishment, you need it with such... strenuous exercise.

[Try as Steve might, the glare has absolutely no fire to it and quickly melts into a smile.

Again, she's right. It would be deeply tempting to just beg Bucky to stay with him that whole time. Steve just hopes his neediness won't get on Bucky's nerves.]

Promise. If nothing else I gotta make him pancakes.

You get back safe okay, Nat?

[He's not going to bother to tell her what to not tell everyone else. Nat will always do things her way which will always frustratingly turn out to be the correct way anyway.]

[Pancakes.

God, she can just see this turning into domestic bliss, only Steve would find a wounded veteran and end up playing house with them like this. She wants to tell him not to give his heart away too fast, she never did, it took Clint years to earn hers, but... she knows that's not him. He'd never listen and he's been in deep since the first art class.]

Okay, okay-- I'll see you in a couple of days.

[She gives him one last kiss on the temple and lets herself out.

Bucky is in the bedroom, he's pulled on some sweats that belong to Steve meaning they're too long in the leg, and he's got Yasha pretty much on his knee. She's licking at the stump of where his arm used to be.]

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"to be kind of wonder" oh dear... fail brain

Dude I did not even notice.

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