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“You sure she’s not your girl?” Bucky asks.
“Oh my god, Buck.” Steve closes his eyes as they run past Natasha and onto the jet. “Not the time.”
That’s the last thing Steve needs to be thinking about. It’s not lost on Steve that when he’d first confronted Bucky in the apartment, there’d been a bare mattress lying behind him. Steve really would have considered it, if it weren’t for the sound of a dozen pairs of boots running up the stairs. He’d almost been able to hear the smack it would make when they both fell back against the battered mattress.
Stop it, Steve. Steve jumps into the pilot’s seat.
“What?” Bucky says. “She’s a beautiful woman. Never saw women wearing leather like that in our day. I think I like it.” Bucky dumps his guns on the floor and slides into the co-pilot seat next to Steve.
Steve laughs.
“I’ll give you her number.”
Steve really would have considered it in the warehouse, too, if Sam hadn’t been there. If he even knew how much Bucky remembered. If he wanted that. He seems to remember everything else, though. It would be cruel if he’d have forgotten that. His stomach twists.
“Welcome, Captain Rogers,” the jet says to him in a female voice.
“Urgh, Jesus.” Steve shakes his head at the amount of buttons in front of him. “I used to know how this worked.”
“Language, Steve.” Bucky’s beautiful, big hands fly over the buttons and dials.
Steve is sex starved. He must be. That should not turn him on. Maybe he should have let Nat set him up on a date.
Steve grabs onto the seat as they go zooming forward down the runway.
“Well, I’m glad you know how to fly it,” Steve says.
They take off into the air and Bucky barely blinks, his fingers moving automatically across the buttons. Ugh. Hot.
Bucky seems unconcerned by his hair that’s hanging in his face. Steve loves Bucky’s new hair. He wants to push it out his face, tuck it behind his ear. He wonders if Bucky would let him yank on it. Bucky absentmindedly flicks his tongue out over his bottom lip as he stabilizes the plane and Steve nearly slides down out of his seat.
Steve desperately needs to excuse himself to get himself off. He was a mess. All his brain is giving him is memories of Bucky and him together. Bucky’s lips against his. His weight on top of him. Steve had thought about how good Bucky had felt on top of him when they’d fought. Yes, Bucky had been punching him in the face, but his weight had felt so good. His smell was different, metallic, leather, but his sweat smelled the same. It had filled his senses when he’d blocked blow after blow Bucky had tried to rain down on him. He blamed it for when his feet had gone sliding out from under him and he’d nearly fallen off the damn ship.
What he needs is a little post-nut clarity. That’s what Tony told him it was called.
“Picked up all sorts of skills getting brainwashed and turned into a murder weapon.” Bucky mutters.
Steve has forgotten what they were even talking about. He’d forgotten they were even on a plane.
He needs to lie down. He wonders if he can claim exhaustion and go lie on one of the bunks.
“I’m sorry,” Steve says.
“Not your fault, Stevie.”
Bucky hasn’t looked away from the switches and dials that he continues to adjust.
“Okay, ‘Cap,’ I’ll let you punch in the coordinates, if you can handle that,” Bucky teases him.
“Ass,” Steve cusses at him but does as he’s told, putting the numbers into the screen. He clicks to go.
“Estimated time of journey, 6 hours,” the jet tells them in its simpering female voice.
“See, these things just fly themselves now once you’re up.” Bucky says. He engages the autopilot, leans back in his seat, and closes his eyes.
“Are you tired?” Steve asks. “There’s bunks in the back. There’s coffee machines and a full bar, too, I think, courtesy of your new best friend. We got a big TV and a million movies.” Steve knows he’s babbling. “The bar doesn’t really do it for me anymore, I can’t get drunk anymore after the serum, but I don’t know whether you can.”
Truth is he’s been desperate for some time alone with Bucky, to gauge where the hell he was at. And now that they’re alone, Steve’s terrified to ask.
“Sure, I could go for a coffee,” Bucky says.
Steve needs to excuse himself before he does something stupid like pour coffee over himself. He isn’t a kid anymore. But Bucky sure as hell makes him feel like one. He feels like he’s back in Bucky’s ma’s apartment, Bucky’s hands delving into Steve’s boxers for the first time... when Steve’s whole world had come crashing down and Bucky had happily built it up again, brick by brick.
He makes Bucky a coffee. He doesn’t make one for himself. God knows he’s on edge enough as it is. Bucky sips on it and Steve stares out the window, tries not to gulp nervously.
“I don’t know why I drink it; caffeine doesn’t do anything to me anymore,” Bucky says, looking at the mug thoughtfully. “I guess it’s comforting.”
Steve smiles. He keeps watching the way the mug touches Bucky’s lips. He’s always been obsessed with Bucky’s mouth and below. The way his throat works as he drinks. The way he works his jaw when he’s thinking.
“You deserve some comfort after all you’ve been through,” Steve says.
Bucky shakes his head.
“Not sure I agree with you there, pal. So, what you been up to?”
Steve tries not to blurt out that he desperately wants Bucky’s cock in his mouth. Say something, Steve, anything.
“Saving the world. Met a couple of gods. Made friends with a man in a flying bird suit. You know.” Steve shrugs. “Stuff.”
Bucky smiles a knowing smile at him and Steve feels warm. So warm. Bucky reaches out and puts his hand over Steve’s. Steve tries not to jump back and yelp like he’s been burned.
“You were meant to save the world, Steve. You had so much honor and faith in doing the right thing.”
“Is that a nice way of saying I’m stubborn and don’t know when to quit?” Steve says, looking up and Bucky with hopeful eyes.
Bucky laughs, his mouth wide and, God, Steve could just drown in it. Inappropriate. Inappropriate, Steve.
“Well, maybe. I guess you still don’t, doing all this for me.”
“I’d do anything for you, Buck, and you know it.”
Bucky smiles and squeezes Steve’s hand and Steve’s dying. He needs to excuse himself. Bucky’s so unbelievably gorgeous. He looks so good in the dark colors he’s wearing. It shows off his pale skin. Then Steve’s thinking about his long hair again. Wonders how it would feel brushing against his naked skin as Bucky moved over him.
And the arm. The thing he might have for Bucky’s arm is the most inappropriate thought of all. It was literally forced on Bucky, probably while he was awake and without anesthetic. It’s a weapon and the Winter Soldier has likely murdered god knows how many people with it, and Steve thinks about it gripping his neck, cold and powerful and –
“Steve?”
Steve has missed a question.
“Sorry, I spaced out, what did you say?”
Bucky rolls his eyes.
“I said I’d do anything for you too, idiot.”
Steve tries to grin light-heartedly but isn’t sure if he pulls it off.
“Well, you already shook off some brainwashing and dragged me out of a river,” Steve jokes.
“Yeah, there is that. But, then you saved me from a giant cat.”
“I’m sure you had it all under control.”
Steve pauses. Then:
“Bucky. What brought you back?”
“Oh, you, of course. When I was on top of you, about to knock your head off. Must have flipped a Stevie safety switch.”
When I was on top of you . Jesus. Bucky runs his thumb back and forth against Steve’s palm. It’s probably completely subconscious, but it’s driving Steve nuts.
“Uh, so, what have you been doing, since you came round?”
Bucky shrugs.
“Hiding, watching you. Wondering if you were ever going to get out of that flat and get laid.”
Before Steve can process that, Bucky looks around the jet in vague interest.
“You said this thing’s got a tv?”
“Oh, yeah, yeah, I can put a movie on.”
It’s killing Steve that Bucky didn’t show the slightest inclination that he remembers them in the physical sense, or that he’s struggling how Steve is to hold himself back from ripping off his clothes. Steve needs to get a grip. To be the friend Bucky needs and stop being a god damn pervert.
“I’m just gonna go to the bathroom,” he says, “then I’ll bring the movies up.”
God, is there anything more pathetic than jerking off in a plane bathroom? At least Steve knows it will be quick. Every time Bucky touches him he feels like he’s gonna come in his pants.
Bucky made him do that once. It was humiliating and one of the sexiest things Steve had ever done. Then, anyway.
Steve is halfway across the jet before he feels Bucky close in behind him. A large hand splaying across Steve’s stomach is all it takes to break him and he groans, leans back against Bucky’s solid chest.
“Ugh. Fuck. When did you learn to move so quietly?” Steve asks.
Bucky laughs low in his ear. Oh, shit.
“Well, I think we lost some years between us, didn’t we? Stevie…you are wound so tight I’m afraid you might snap.” Bucky’s hot breath hits his neck. “It’s not good for your blood pressure.”
Stevie.
Steve cringes at the noise that comes out of his mouth. Somewhere between a whimper and a plea.
“It’s been... A hell of a day.” Steve manages eventually.
“Yeah, you’re right. Stevie, look, I gotta tell you something.” Bucky pulls Steve back against him and he grazes his teeth over Steve’s neck.
“Ah!” Steve gasps.
He can feel Bucky’s hard cock against his thigh. Bucky’s right. He is about to snap. His heartbeat thuds in his ears.
“Ye-ah?”
“I really hope you haven’t been getting hard around your new superhero friends, cos this uniform... If you can even call it that, hides nothing.” He palms Steve’s hard cock through his uniform and Steve moans.
“You jerk, you knew I was... And you...” Steve splutters.
Bucky laughs in his ear. He kisses and nibbles at Steve’s neck and Steve tries not to melt into a puddle on the floor.
“Oh, poor thing.”
“You jerk! I’m here having a nervous breakdown and you – “
“Oh, babydoll, I was just waiting to get you alone.” His voice is the same smooth tone he used pulling girls back before the war and Steve’s brain stalls.
“A, uh...” he says eloquently.
Bucky laughs, running a hand through Steve’s hair.
“I was gonna get my arms ‘round you in the warehouse, but your friend didn’t sleep. Didn’t think it’d really be appropriate.”
Steve closes his eyes and cringes.
“Yeah, Sam puts up with a lot, but I don’t think he needs to know about that.”
“Oh, you’re not ashamed of us, are you? It’s not even illegal anymore,” Bucky said.
Steve shook his head.
“No, Jesus, of course not.” God knows he’d be nothing but proud to be stepping out with Bucky. He tips his head back and catches Bucky’s lips with his own. “I just... Don’t think any of them know that I’m…”
“Mine?” Bucky finishes and laughs at the flush it causes on Steve’s skin. “That you’re so easy for me it’d make a whore blush?”
“I was going to say gay. Or bisexual. Whatever they’re calling it now. Oh, my god,” Steve closes his eyes. “I bet this jet has cameras. And mics.”
“Yeah, I disabled them. Unless you wanna turn them back on and give your pals a show.”
Steve takes a deep breath and turns. The look in his eyes makes Bucky grin ear-to-ear.
“You need to get that mouth under control, Buck,” he says, running his thumb over Bucky’s bottom lip. “Or I’m gonna have to give you something to do with it.”
Bucky gives him those big eyes and wraps his tongue round Steve’s thumb. Steve slides it inside Bucky’s mouth down to the leather of his glove, followed by a finger. Bucky’s eyes are the brightest Steve had seen them as he opens his mouth for more. Steve groans.
“Oh, my god,” Steve whispers under his breath. “Baby.”
He gathers himself again, takes his fingers away, then buries them in Bucky’s long hair and pulls him closer to kiss him properly.
Bucky groans and leans into it, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue against Steve’s.
“Stevie.” The quietest moan.
Steve moves his mouth to Bucky’s ear, kissing and biting along the way.
“You’re an absolute jerk.”
Bucky smiles a smug smile and palms Steve’s dick through the lycra.
“Yeah, too bad you love me.”
He walks Steve backwards til the wall of the jet hits his back. A grab rail juts into the small of his back. Steve doesn’t care the slightest bit.
Bucky holds him there, his metal hand on Steve’s chest, and he kisses him hard.
“Bucky,” Steve sighs out.
“Yeah, I’m here, Steve. I’m here, it’s okay.” It’s only then Steve realizes how hard he was gripping Bucky’s waist.
“Sorry. I...”
“It’s okay. I missed you, too, baby.” Bucky kisses him on the lips softly. “Okay, Captain,” Bucky says, going for Steve’s belt and Steve’s breath hitches. “How do we get you out of this thing? They changed it since that one I tore off last time, huh…”
Steve laughs.
“Think it’s pretty much the same.”
Bucky grins, brings Steve’s hand up to his mouth but grabs the glove with his teeth and pulls.
“You think you’re so smooth, Bucky Barnes,” Steve teases him but doesn’t stop Bucky when he drops the glove and moves onto the other hand. “Fuck.” He moans as he watches Bucky do it.
Bucky smirks at him after he drops the second glove. He pushes the harness straps off with intent in his eyes and Steve knows he’s just standing there gawping but he can’t make himself do anything else. Then the top’s being pulled over his head and Bucky groans.
“Urgh, fuck.”
Bucky’s hands are all over him and Steve finally regains control of his arms to start stripping off Bucky’s gear.
They’re a mess of limbs until they’re finally naked and Steve pulls Bucky up against him.
“God, Buck. Uh.” He groans as Bucky grabs both their dicks in his human hand and starts pumping them.
Precome smears on Bucky’s palm and Steve groans at the slick slide of Bucky’s hand.
“Stevie...can I ask you something?” Bucky murmurs in Steve’s ear.
“Course, anything.” Steve kisses up Bucky’s neck, his hands moving over his best friend, mapping out his new body, the new arm.
“I...can we do it the other way round?”
“Huh?” Steve was so busy studying Bucky’s arm, it takes him a second to realize what Bucky means. “Oh...did you not...like it the other way?” Steve frowns.
Bucky scoffs.
“Yeah, hated it. Every second. That’s why I used to come so hard inside you and scream so loud the neighbors thought I had a dame in there.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve just been thinking about it, that’s all.”
“While you were watching me in my apartment?” Steve teases.
“In your apartment, in the bedroom, in the shower...” Bucky grins at him. “Couldn’t help wonderin’ how this cock would feel inside me. How it might feel to have you spread my legs and fuck me open, get me all covered in your come.”
Steve tries to catch his breath.
“You discovered pornhub, didn't you?”
Bucky grins.
“Course I did. What else was I supposed to do? You know how lonely it gets, laying low?”
“Poor you, jerking yourself into oblivion everyday. You could have come in any time, Buck.”
Bucky smiles at him like he wishes it were that easy.
“You’re gonna kill my erection, Steve. You gonna fuck me with that monster or what?”
“Told you, Buck, I’ll do anything for you.”
Bucky frowns.
“You don’t sound enthusiastic.”
Steve laughs and looks down at their hard dicks as Bucky continues to jack his hand back and forth.
“Well, I always liked it the way we normally did it...but, I might like this, too.”
“Maybe we do both. Plus, you know,” Bucky gives him that charming smile and Steve melts just like he used to. “Walking into the jaws of death, isn’t it traditional to get fucked?”
“Did Tony say that to you, cos I’m not sure that’s what he meant.”
Bucky laughs.
“Stop making jokes, Rogers. Get on with it.”
“Yes, Sergeant,” Steve teases him. “And, we’re not walking into the jaws of death, Buck.”
Steve runs his hand down Bucky’s back and down over the curve of his ass. The way Bucky shudders makes Steve think he could maybe get on board with doing it the other way round quicker than he thought.
“Uh, we don’t have any lube,” Steve says as Bucky fidgets and squirms in his grip.
“You’re telling me playboy Tony Stark doesn’t have lube on the jet?”
Steve winces.
“Now you really are gonna kill my erection.”
“Quinjet, where’s Tony’s lube?” Bucky calls to the ceiling.
“Erugh,” Steve groans.
“Next to the drinks cabinet, sir, third drawer,” the female voice chirps.
Bucky grins at Steve. Steve kisses him on the shoulder and goes to get it out the drawer. Bucky kneels on the floor and lays his top half down on the bench. He makes a content noise, like there’s no place he’d rather be than presenting his ass to Steve, and rests his head on his folded arms.
Steve gulps, staring at Bucky’s gorgeous ass hungrily, feeling his dick throb, wondering if they should have done it this way around a long time ago.
“Stevie…you coming or should I start without you?”
Steve forces himself to stop staring and drooling all over Bucky and kneels down in between Bucky’s legs.
“Fuck,” he mutters. He feels kind of powerful, kneeling here, with Bucky laid out in front of him. Vulnerable and waiting.
He places his hands on Bucky’s ass and spreads Bucky’s cheeks apart. He’s always admired Bucky’s ass from a far, but now, now he could literally stick his face right there if he wanted to and -
Steve’s mouth is in between Bucky’s legs before he’s even thought about what he’s doing properly, licking and kissing because it just seems like the most natural thing to do. The most obvious way to worship his best friend, and his insane ass.
“Uh!” Bucky gasps. “Oh, fuck, uhhh, Jesus, Stevie, warn a guy.”
“Thought you wanted me to get on with it?” Steve asks before burying his face back in between Bucky’s legs.
“Oh, oh, god, Stevie, that’s…oh, my god.”
Steve hums approvingly and keeps going, licking and sucking and reaching round to stroke Bucky’s cock and Bucky’s body ripples underneath him.
“Oh! Oh, fuck, Stevie!”
Yeah. Steve likes it down here. Thinks he’ll stay here a while.
“Steve, fuck, I, god, so fucking good, you’re gonna make me…”
Steve strokes him faster, he knows what Bucky’s refractory period is like, even before the serum.
“Oh, fuck, Stevie!” Bucky’s voice reaches a pitch Steve’s never heard before and he grins as Bucky’s body spasms and he moans loudly, coming in Steve’s fist.
Steve shudders at the display, his own cock twitching and throbbing in between his legs.
“Mmm, that’s hot, Buck.”
Bucky whimpers. That’s… Interesting.
Steve goes back to work with his mouth and his tongue, playing idly with Bucky’s soft dick until Bucky starts to sob and start to get hard again.
“Stevie, fuck, Stevie, please, fuck me, I need, I need.”
“Oh, honey, this what you been thinking about?” Steve asks, slicking up his fingers and pressing one experimentally inside Bucky. “While you were holed up outside my apartment?”
“Yes! Fuck! Oh, god, yes, Stevie, more.”
Steve tries to imitate what Bucky always used to do to him, feels for that –
“Fuck! Ohhhh.”
Steve grins. It’s so different to have Bucky like this, completely under his control, writhing and moaning –
“More, more, please!” Bucky whines.
Steve has never been one to deny Bucky anything and slides in another, then another, feeling Bucky’s dick getting painfully hard in his hand. He thinks this might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, Bucky laid bare like this, splayed open wide and vulnerable just for Steve. Bucky’s face is buried in his arms, but he can still hear him moaning and pleading for Steve to put his dick in him.
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you, Sugar?” Steve asks, turning all of Bucky’s words and tricks back against him.
“Yes!”
Steve chuckles, stroking his own dick that’s been hanging neglected and throbbing at the display Bucky’s putting on. He groans as he strokes his dick, wondering what the hell it’s gonna feel like to be buried inside that heat that was just clutching at his fingers.
“Please, fuck, Stevie, please.”
Steve takes a deep breath and pushes. It takes a second of pushing, of shuffling Bucky to the right angle, but then the head slides in and Bucky gasps.
“Oh, shit.”
“You okay?” Steve asks, running his hand down Bucky’s back, trying not to get distracted by the fact that the heat of Bucky around just the head of his dick is insane.
“I’m good. Fuck. More.”
Steve pushes and Bucky moans, unfolding his arms to clutch at the edge of the bench.
Steve groans. Holy fuck. This is. He has to take a second to heave in a breath, to get used to the sensation.
“Stevie!” Bucky whines impatiently.
“Give me a second, jeez.” Steve swats him on the ass and Bucky’s whole body jerks as Steve's hand makes contact. Huh.
Steve pulls back and pushes forward again a few times, getting deeper, and Bucky moans low in his throat.
“Yeah, good?”
“Uhhhh,” Bucky moans.
Steve groans. He finally bottoms out and Bucky groans.
“Fuck. That’s…fuck. Stevie?”
“Yeah?” Steve says, still breathless.
“Come down here, like...” Bucky tries to gesture but is completely boneless.
“Huh?”
“Lie on top of me.”
Steve moves over him, leans forwards so his chest’s over Bucky’s back, and lets his weight drop on him. He ends up grinding his dick deeper into Bucky and Bucky moans.
“Fuck, yes,” Bucky whimpers. “Stevie.”
He tilts his head to the side and Steve groans at the fucked out look on his face. He’s so beautiful like this. Completely gorgeous and gone and all Steve’s.
“Holy shit.” He grabs Bucky’s hair without thinking and pulls his head back so he can see his face better and Bucky yelps.
“Shit, sorry!”
“Nh...nh...no, good,” Bucky says, his eyes look glassy.
“Fuck,” Steve groans, “Buck, you’re so hot like this, fuck.”
He keeps a tight grip on Bucky’s hair and keeps fucking him, slow and deep grinds of his dick that make Bucky moan and whimper.
“Oh!” Bucky gasps. “Oh, shit, Stevie, you’re gonna make me come....faster...fuck...please.”
“Hmm,” Steve considers. “I don’t think so. Think you’re gonna come with me fucking you slow, then I’m gonna rail you, and you can come then, too, if you like.”
Bucky groans, grabbing at Steve’s arms.
“Stevie,” he pleads, eyes wide.
“It’s okay, honey, I’m gonna help you out. Arch your hips up a bit, sweetheart, back a bit, yeah, lemme get to your dick.”
“Ah! Ah, shit, fuck,” Bucky gasps as Steve wraps his round his dick. “Fuck, fuck.”
“You okay, honey?” Steve teases, sure the slight change in position means his dick is dragging on Bucky’s prostate just right. It feels so good he never wants it to end, feels like he could live buried in Bucky’s gorgeous ass.
“Uhh...” Bucky groans as Steve continues his slow grind. “Good.”
Steve kisses down Bucky’s neck, along his jaw, finds those perfect lips and kisses him slowly as he fucks him. Bucky whimpers in his mouth, able to do little to reciprocate beyond open his lips, he’s so fucked out. Steve fucks his tongue into Bucky’s mouth before pulling back again.
“Who knew you’d like getting fucked so much? Look at you. Let me do anything like this, wouldn’t you? Legs open and ass in the air, begging me for it.”
“Steve,” Bucky moans, his mouth hanging open slack. “Steve. I need.”
“Yeah, okay, honey.” He kisses and bites Bucky’s neck, stroking his cock and making sure he pushes on that spot.
“Fuck!”
“Mmm, yeah, just like that, huh?”
Steve plays with the head of Bucky’s dick, then jerks him with his fist. His other hand strokes up and down Bucky’s side, coming up to play with Bucky’s nipple. He keeps the pace, but fucks him harder, slamming into him so hard he nearly slides down the bench until Steve pulls him right back in-between his legs, pulling him down hard on his dick.
“Oh, oh, oh, ohhh,” Bucky groans, his ass clenching down on Steve’s dick and making his eyes roll back.
“Ah, shit, fuck, that’s it, baby, give it to me. You come nice and hard.”
Bucky’s back arches up, he grabs the end of the bench so hard the metal bends and his mouth falls open as he yells, his cry giving out into a rasp. Steve groans, holding Bucky tight, kissing his shoulder and pulling him back on his dick.
Bucky gives another sob, then goes slack and drops back down toward the bench so fast Steve barely catches him. He holds Bucky’s shaking body in his arms, running his teeth up his neck.
Bucky shudders.
“Mmm, did really good there, Buck. You ready for your last one?”
Bucky pants and Steve thinks he’s actually made him speechless until Bucky replies.
“Ah, fuck, you remember we...got a villain to fight after this?” Bucky pants.
Steve laughs.
“Got loads of time to rest, honey.” He kisses Bucky on the lips, slow, deep, and lazy and Bucky moans into his mouth.
“Can we...I...”
“Hmm?” Steve asks, amused and maybe a little proud of Bucky’s incoherence.
“On my back.”
“Oh, yeah, sure, honey.” Steve pulls out and flips Bucky over to lie on his back on the bench.
He pulls up Bucky’s legs over his shoulders and slides back in in one motion, knocking all the air out of Bucky.
“Fuck,” Bucky sighs, looking up at Steve with wonder on his face and, shit, Steve never thought he’d get to see Bucky’s face again, let alone see him looking at him like that.
“Love you, Buck,” Steve says, leaning down to kiss him, pushing his tongue into his mouth before Bucky can reply.
Bucky moans back instead, bringing his hand up to cup Steve’s face as Steve starts to fuck him again.
The kiss breaks as they begin to pant and Steve lets his head drop into the crook of Bucky’s neck instead. Bucky clings on as Steve fucks him harder, his metal hand on Steve’s ass and his human hand on the back of Steve’s head.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Baby! Please!”
Steve gives him everything he has then, fucking him hard into the bench til Bucky starts to scream. He’s not overly surprised when the abused bench collapses underneath Bucky and they drop half a foot to the floor.
“Uh!” Bucky grunts as his back slams into the broken bench and Steve follows.
“You o-“
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Steve grins and does as he’s told, grabbing Bucky and moving away from the bench disaster and onto the clear floor, fucking Bucky hard and fast into the metal deckplate til his own eyes start to roll back into his head at the overwhelming waves of pleasure.
“Ah, fuck, god, you close, Buck?”
“Uh! Ye...yeah,” Bucky pants. “Come on, Stevie, take it, stop playing around and fuck me hard. Wanna see you come.”
Steve groans but does as Bucky wants, lets his drive for pleasure take over, fucking into that beautiful heat just how he wants. Bucky’s shouts fill his ears and it’s building, so high, so good.
“Bucky! Bucky, fuck!” He comes so hard he sees a few patches of black in his vision as he spills into Bucky’s ass.
His ears ring and reality seems to pause for a second, til it crashes back and he heaves in a breath and looks up at Bucky.
Bucky grins at him.
“Uh, fuck, sorry, did you come?”
“Nah, it was awful,” Bucky laughs, looking pointedly down at the come spattering both of their chests. “You’re so bad at that, honey, we’re gonna have to do it again and again until you improve.”
“Fuck off, asshole,” Steve rolls his eyes and kisses Bucky hard.
“Mmm, fuck.” Bucky sighs and relaxes back on the floor until he realizes he’s now lying on the floor of the jet next to all the broken bench pieces. “Oops.”
“It’s gonna be the least Stark’s pissed at me for, don’t worry about it.”
“I’m sorry,” Bucky says.
“Oh, I ...that’s not what I...” Steve closes his eyes. “Wanna go see if we can fit two super soldiers in a single bunk for the rest of the ride?”
“Uh, absolutely. As long as there’s wipes in there cos.” He looks down at Steve’s come that’s dripping down his legs. “You got me messy.”
They stagger to their feet and Steve looks at Bucky’s now messy thighs and smirks.
“I dunno, I think it looks good on you.”
*