he needs me

100-ish years of being alive and you would’ve thought steve (or bucky, for that matter) had been to plenty of parties. in actuality, that’s practically the opposite. bucky had been to few parties over the course of his twenties; college parties, the occasional birthday party, even a few high-school parties when he was younger. steve, however, wasn’t exactly the best party material. he wasn’t a huge drinker, nor did he ever really learn how to dance (which are two things that a lot of people view as fundamental, party wise). granted, most of bucky and steve’s life was ripped away from them, which was, obviously, something they couldn’t control. steve spent seventy years serving as a forgotten human popsicle hidden in the back of a freezer, while bucky practically spent all life as a brainwashed cyborg. so yeah, maybe they haven’t been to many parties.

but today, it was different. today there would be no drinking or dancing or watching random people socialize instead of doing it yourself. today was peter parker’s 17th birthday party. and peter didn’t invite his friends or his family members like any normal kid would, he invited the avengers.

so, obviously, they came. was it weird for a bunch of adults to come to a seventeen year old’s birthday party? yes. were they complaining? no. free food (tony paid!) and arcade games are nothing to complain about.

so here they were, staring solemnly at a large screen in front of them. the small booth shook as a roar was played — following an animated dinosaur coming at the viewer before switching to another POV. steve thought it’d be stupid thing to waste a dollar or two on; bucky insisted on playing. two fake guns rested in front of the pair, waiting for strong hands to grip and fire them — ultimately defending steve and bucky from the varieties of dinosaurs coming from all angles.

steve let a small chuckle pass his lips and bucky frowned.

“buck, you sure? i never took you for a dinosaur man.”

bucky shook his head and his frown faded into a slight smile.

“steve. i’m sure. just give me the money already, it’ll be fun, i swear.”

for someone so insistent on playing the game, he didn’t seem too enthusiastic about it. steve didn’t push, only reaching into his wallet and fumbling around for a few quarters to give to his boyfriend.

bucky gladly accepted them with a newly formed grin on his face, leaning over to insert the coins into the top slot.

¢25.

¢50.

¢75.

with each insert and clatter of a coin, the letters on the screen flashed, updating the amount of money put in the game. steve only sighed, foot tapping the ground as he stared at the flashing words. he waited for the machine to make some kind of confirmation or a countdown, but he was only met by a soft ching and rustling below him.

“sorry, dropped it.” murmured bucky from below him, reaching around on the floor where steve’s feet were.

steve acknowledged him with a hum, spreading his legs wider so bucky could find the lost quarter with more ease.

steve swore he saw bucky moving out of his seat, bending down further so he was on his hands and knees, so he finally glanced down just in time to see bucky settling in between his thighs.

james fiddled with the coin in his hands, resting his face on steve’s left thigh and glancing up at him with a look steve vaguely recognized: need.

“what?” steve muttered, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

bucky nuzzled steve’s thigh, nose slightly brushing the crotch of his jeans. steve begun to understand.

“buck.” he warned, starting to pull away and only stopping when he heard a throaty sounding whine.

“you need this. /we/ need this.”

steve stiffened. were they really playing at this?

“we can’t. anyone could see us; peter could see us. we’d ruin his birthday..”

“peter’s not gonna see anything! that’s part’a the fun, gettin’ caught.”

“we’d be better off in the bathroom.”

bucky didn’t respond, playing with the zipper of steve’s jeans before unbuckling his belt and pulling his pants down.

“bucky, I said stop it.” despite steve’s pleads, he did nothing to move bucky away from himself.

“stop me.” bucky muttered, sticking out his tongue and sucking on steve’s growing chub through the fabric of his boxers.

steve’s breath shook. he didn’t move, except for the rising and falling of his chest and the slight twitching of his fingers.

bucky looked up at steve with desperate blue eyes. steve couldn’t resist saying something about it.

“you’re so sweet when you’re like this, buck.” steve murmured, groaning softly.

bucky took that with a grain of salt, gingerly closing his lips over his tongue. “is that permission?”

“granted.” steve answered, his gruff voice making bucky’s knees go weak.

“aye aye.” bucky nuzzled steve’s crotch, dragging his boxers down beneath his balls with his teeth. he blinked slowly, outwardly not phased at the springing of steve’s cock right next to his face.

steve reached down to give himself two lazy strokes, get himself fully hard before tilting his cock down to tap bucky’s lips.

“take it. you were so greedy two minutes ago, what happened?”

“oh, steve. you know I like to take things slow.” bucky purred.

“you take it right now, or you don’t get it at all.” steve practically growled.

bucky rolled his eyes. “who’s greedy?” he mumbled, taking the head into his mouth and running his tongue along the underside. he could /feel/ the shiver that wracked steve’s body, just like he could feel steve’s cock jump in his mouth.

god, really, they both needed this.

bucky slowly sunk down, his mouth a warm vessel of suction on steve’s length. his tongue explored; every vein, every inch of skin. it was his, his, his. he was the only one who could take steve like this, anywhere and everywhere. he was the only one who knew how he broke and where he was sensitive. he was the only one who could make steve feel like this; floaty and carefree and a little bit feral.

steve tapped the back of bucky’s head. bucky didn’t move away, only sunk further, fondling steve’s balls and resting a hand on steve’s thigh to feel the muscles tense.

“shit. oh, shit. buck.”

steve could’a sworn he felt bucky smirk, but he was too busy shooting ropes down bucky’s throat as said man swallowed all of it as it came.

-

“if it weren’t for your butter fingers, I wouldn’t have gotten the best head of my life, so thank you.”

“steve.”

“hm?”

“I dropped the coin on purpose.”