Chapter 2
Bucky smirked as Steve made his way out of the interrogation room into the locker room. He smacked his ass as Steve crossed the threshold before following the blond in, careful to close the door and leave his tie peeking out from beneath, the equivalent of putting a sock on the doorknob in college.
He had Steve pinned to one of the lockers within seconds, not giving him a chance to speak before pulling him in for a hot, fervent kiss. Before tongues started fighting, Steve pulled away and panted, "You're gonna pay for that. And for earlier underneath the table."
"Oh bite me Rogers."
Gladly, Steve sucked and pulled on Bucky's bottom lip with his teeth, earning a low moan. "Oh Stevie."
He felt hands gripping the little hairs on his neck as Bucky deepened the kiss and it drove him wild. He forgot what he was going to say next as Bucky roughly pulled open his shirt to suck on his collarbone. "Fuck Buck," was all he could say as the other man's mouth traveled downward, taking only one second to unbuckle Steve's belt and slide his pants down.
He was an expert at getting Steve's clothes off apparently.
As Bucky went to work, Steve's hands just tugged on the other man's silky hair, unable to think of anything other than his partner's hot, wet mouth around him. "Fu-," he was cut off and lost all sense of reality as a wave of pleasure shot through him, Bucky eagerly swallowing it like a hungry animal. He could feel him smiling around his length.
"You good Rogers?"
"I could do this all day," Steve panted breathlessly.