His Dreams
"Bucky!" I laughed and put Steve back on his feet. Fun and games are great but I didn't want to risk an asthma attack. He had been rooting around in the fridge, probably for dinner, when I had come up from behind him and lifted him up by his waist.
"Sorry Stevie but you made it so easy." I started cracking up again at his puppy-eyes and leaned around him to grab the milk out of the fridge. I scruffed up his hair and grabbed a cup down. "You want some?" I said, waving the milk at him.
"Not cool Buck. And no thank you." He huffed and turned to grab supplies for dinner out of the fridge. I set the milk on the counter and shut the fridge slowly before he could grab anything out.
"Aw c'mon Stevie, don't be mad." I whispered in his ear. His breath caught and I knew I had him. "I just couldn't keep my hands to myself." I leaned in closer and put my other arm on the fridge so that I caged him in.
"You never can." He grumbled but I could hear a smile in his voice. I started to nip and kiss at his neck, pushing him up against the fridge lightly.
"Bucky, the curtains are open." He gasped out as his hand reached back and grabbed the back of my neck. I brought my arms up around him and turned him around.
"The curtains are closed in the bedroom." I whispered and lead him down the hallway. Once my back hit the door I started to grope for the door knob. I watched Steve as he chuckled. I loved the way his eyes would light up when he laughed and how his nose would crinkle up ever so slightly. Dear lord I loved him, how could that be wrong? Being with him felt so right. I yelped out in surprise when the door gave way.
"Payback." He said cheekily as he grinned up at me. I grinned back and pulled him into the room with me. He shut the door behind him with his foot and I grabbed him as I fell back unto the bed.
"Shut up and kiss me." I grinned up at him devilishly. He laughed but brought his lips to mine. Kissing him was like the Fourth of July and a warm blanket in the winter all at once. It was exciting and invigorating, it made me feel like I was flying and it brought me to my knees. Kissing Steve was like coming home. I licked his bottom lip lightly, asking permission. If he ever stopped wanting this, wanting me, I had no idea what I would do but for now, this moment was perfect. He moaned hotly into my mouth and I delved my tongue inside. I licked slowly at the roof of his mouth and he tangled his tongue with mine. There was never a fight for dominance with Steve, with him it was a dance.
I flipped us over so that he was lying on the mattress. I let my eyes trail across his flushed skin and tousled hair, down to the very noticeable bulge in his pants. I grinned up at him and slowly started to make my way down his body until I was straddling his knees I popped the button on my pants and worked my way out of them. Our eyes locked stayed locked until I reached up and pulled off my shirt. I heard him take a stuttering breath and I leaned forward to brush my thumb across his lips.
"Easy there darlin', I'm going to take good care of you." I looked up at him and he smiled gently back at me.
"I know that Buck, you always do. I just can't help it; you look damn fine without all those clothes in the way." I chuckled as I undid his pants and he sat up to pull his shirt over his head. He never liked taking his clothes off at first; it took me a while to coax him out of them. For some reason, he never believed he was beautiful. So I spent my time showing him that he was.
I leaned back on my calves and slowly teased his boxers down. When his erection sprang free I licked my lips and started to lean down, my breath ghosted over the tip of his cock as I let my hands wander his body. He was too thin and too pale and that bothered me because I just want him to be healthy. But he was perfect because he was Steve and in a twisted way, because of his sickness he needed me. I wondered sometimes if he wasn't sick, would he even want me? I pushed those thoughts aside and licked up his length, reveling in the way he tasted.
"F-fuck." He gasped out and reached his hands down to tangle them in the sheet. I reached up with my left arm and curled our fingers together as I continued to lap at his cock.
"Tut-tut Stevie, what a- foul mouth you have." I whispered between licks.
"Bucky." He whined out and grasped my fingers tighter. I made sure to keep an eye on his chest to check for signs of an attack, but so far so good. I reached beneath the bed and pulled out the cardboard box with condoms and lubricant inside. After a moment of digging through the box I grabbed out the small bottle and popped open the cap. I managed to get enough on my fingertips without letting go of Steve's hand so I let the bottle fall to the floor with a thud. Steve keened again above me and ground his hips upwards, looking for some type of friction besides my tongue gently lapping along his length. I placed my finger tip against the pucker of flesh beneath me.
"Ready Stevie? " I spoke against his thigh, and looked up to meet his eyes. I let him catch his breath and waited for him to nod before I simultaneously swallowed his cock and pushed my first finger in. I hummed around his member as I worked my first finger, making sure to let his body adjust to the intrusion before slowly adding a second one. He moaned deeply and arched his back against the bed. I swallowed his member down deeper until my nose was pressed against his skin. It took me a long time to actually be able to do this and it's one of my favorite skills now. I loved how Steve reacted as my throat worked around his cock, how he moaned and whispered my name like a prayer. I knew I found that special bundle of nerves the second Steve arched off the bed and put his fist in his mouth to hide his cry of pleasure. One day I'll get to hear how he sounds when there's no one around, no risks of being caught I vowed silently.
I pulled off of his cock with an obscene pop and slowly pulled my fingers out while unlacing our fingers. I heard him whimper at the loss but soon I had discarded my underwear and rolled on a condom. I grabbed the abandoned bottle and put some slick on my own cock before climbing on top of him. Brushing his damp hair out of his face I waited until he had caught his breath again. I aligned myself with his entrance and placed my arm underneath his neck. Cradling his head in my hand I leaned down and kissed him passionately. I tried to tell him with that kiss just how much I loved him, how much I needed him.
"Please Buck." He whispered against my lips and I couldn't deny him; even if I wasn't aching for the same release. I slowly thrust in, waiting until our hips were flush against each other and allowing his body time to adjust to my length. I heard him growl in frustration and felt him grind against me.
"Somebody's impatient." I chuckled breathlessly.
"Fuck. Me." He growled out, clutching at my arms.
"No." I said looking down at him, trying to really show him how I felt. I leaned in and let my lips brush against the shell of his ear "I'm going to make love to you." I said as I began to thrust in and out of him slowly. He arched up against me and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"You left the milk on the counter."
"Way to ruin the moment, Rogers." I laughed a leaned down to kiss him. "The milk can wait."
I woke up confused, and feeling like there should be someone lying next to me but then I remember.
Steve wasn't sick anymore and I was sleeping on a couch.
"Must've been some nightmare." I heard from the foot of the couch. Sure enough, there he was. Sitting on the floor by the end of the couch, looking at me as if he knew exactly what I had been dreaming about.
"Dammit Rogers."