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Steve knew last night wasn’t a dream, but even if he had doubted it, seeing Bucky wake up and straddle his hips and sink down on his cock would have erased any doubts in Steve’s mind that morning. They had been sleeping later, since waking up early each day to see the sunrise (however worthwhile it had been) and hiking all day wore them out. So they were awake, and with nothing else on their (gay) agenda but leaving this wonderful place, Bucky decided to add one more thing to do here, it seemed.
Steve watched in a daze as Bucky bounced up and down on his cock, chasing his own orgasm, chanting out Steve’s name and the word daddy, mewling. He came with a long, loud groan as Steve tugged at his cock, striping Steve’s bare chest with cum. He slumped down onto Steve’s chest and mumbled something against his skin.
“What was that?” Steve wondered with a chuckle, bringing his hand up to stroke Bucky’s hair.
“Great way to start Gay Pride Month,” he repeated, more clearly this time. Steve hummed, and then giggled. He was going to propose to Bucky during Gay Pride Month. Assuming he got himself together enough. Bucky’s chin dug into his chest as he looked up at Steve. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Stevie?” he asked him gently.
Steve swallowed, glancing away. “Nothing,” he lied pitifully. Bucky snorted, and Steve blushed.
“Y’know, normally, I’d believe that, but not now, for some reason.”
Steve was too nervous to take to the bait, something that Bucky definitely noticed, which made his brows pull down and Steve panicked, flipping them over and thrusting into Bucky’s body before he could say anything.
He was limp and pliant and so willing to be used by Steve, soft and trusting, and it made it worse, the urge to marry him racketing up another notch. He had to pull out and turn Bucky over just so they couldn’t read each other’s faces, sliding back inside him with a groan. Steve bit his tongue when he came so he wouldn’t accidentally blurt it out in the throes of pleasure. Then he buried his face into Bucky’s ass and ate him out, hooking his thumb into his rim and making Bucky cum again that way, with his mouth. Bucky went wild under him when Steve scraped his beard across his sensitive skin.
They were too busy getting ready to talk about Steve’s evasiveness, something he was grateful for as he smiled at Bucky’s good natured complaining when he sat down on the RV steps to have his morning smoke while Punk was using the bathroom.
“Whatcha tweetin’?” Steve questioned as Bucky typed on his phone. He hoped it was nothing about how sore his ass was.
“Nothin’,” he said, obviously mocking Steve, making him quickly fall silent. Instead, Steve just pulled out his own phone to see what.
He was torn between laughing and scolding Bucky, who was laughing silently himself, his shoulders shaking.
There, on his blog, presumably in honor of Gay Pride Month, was a new post:
Love is love! <3 And murder is murder if you disagree! :)
Attached was a picture of the rainbow piggy bank that Steve had bought him that Bucky must have taken a picture of sometime when he wasn’t looking, and it put a lump in his throat.
Steve liked and bookmarked the tweet, of course. He would retweet it if Bucky ever took his account off private, but Steve wasn’t going to hold his breath.
Almost like he was proving him wrong, Bucky did something on his phone and told him, “There. I think I encrypted it enough so that hackers aren’t going to find out anything about me that I don’t put out there, so retweet away, Mr. Tweety bird.”
Steve cocked his head at the unknown moniker but followed his instructions, smiling to himself as he saw the number of people that instantly retweeted him.
God, he was going to marry this man. His smile went wide and dopey then, and Bucky shook his head at him, fighting his own smile.
It was nigh impossible to refrain from blurting the question out after they passed the first chapel they saw while driving down the Las Vegas strip.
“I wonder if they make drive thru chapels, here in the future. Shit’s crazy,” Bucky commented, dampening Steve’s spirits a little. What if Bucky didn’t want to get married? If he thought those twenty-four-hour chapels were crazy, maybe he would think getting married was crazy, that Steve was crazy for suggesting it.
He didn’t reply, too subdued with his sudden, reappearing worry.
They parked at the Circus Circus RV Park, which was chosen by Bucky due to how close it was to the premium outlet mall and downtown Las Vegas, and the pool and hot tub private to RV guests that he couldn’t wait to try out. They would be able to walk to the RV park from anywhere on the strip, which was very convenient for Bucky, in case he got drunk.
Feeling positively shabby in his normal t-shirt and jeans next to Bucky, who looked like a million dollars in a velvet, light pink crop top and blue-jean shorts over his fishnet tights, Steve changed into khakis and his blue button-down shirt, deciding to forgo his cap. Bucky had also switched his purse over to a light blue Gucci one that hung from his shoulder, and had on a white rabbit fur coat that went down to his mid-thigh to hide his arm. His glove was light pink to match his shirt, and on his other hand, he wore a pearl ring on his ring finger (and the matching bracelet, necklace, earrings and hairclips). Steve needed to get his hands on the ring sometime during the day so he could sneak off to buy an engagement ring.
The outfit niggled at something in the back of Steve's mind, and he regarded Bucky thoughtfully as they walked down the street towards the outlet mall. Bucky glanced at him through his pink Gucci rhinestone sunglasses, and smiled at him, his pink painted lips stretching wide. “What?”
Steve shook his head. “Nothing. It’s stupid. Your outfit just reminds me of something, is all.”
Bucky gave him a pleased look. “It’s supposed to be the trans flag. Blue, pink and white. I'm glad you noticed,” he said quietly, almost bashful.
Steve beamed at him. “You look very cute, Buck.”
“Thanks, Steve,” he mumbled in reply, suddenly bashful. “You do, too.” His cheeks went a delightful pink color that distracted Steve a little bit too much as they walked, causing him to trip more than once.
It was about ten o clock in the morning, and they hadn’t eaten yet, so they headed straight for the food court.
“I missed feeding Punk while we ate,” Steve said after they had eaten their sub sandwiches and were strolling around. They hadn’t taken him with them. “It’s about the only time he’s nice to me. I can sometimes sneak in a few pets to the spot behind his ears. I wonder if he misses us.”
Bucky snorted. “You care more about that dog than he does you.”
Steve glared at him in mock outrage. “He’s just a little boy! How can you say that he doesn’t care about me? He definitely cares about me.”
“Cares about how close you get to him, maybe,” Bucky muttered under his breath, smirking.
“You're just jealous of our love,” Steve sniffed, turning his nose up.
Bucky cracked a smile. “You can keep the dog in the divorce, then, if you like him so much. Run away together and everything.”
Steve slowed to a halt, and Bucky turned to stare at him. “What?”
He snapped out of it, swallowing. “Nothing.” Then he realized that was just going to make Bucky even more suspicious so he tried to play it off. “Just thinking about alimony and child support payments. I've gotten used to a certain standard of living and so has Punk. We demand fifty percent.”
Bucky laughed loudly, making Steve breathe a quiet sigh of relief. Bucky grabbed his elbow as they walked, and Steve felt like the luckiest man in the entire universe with Bucky hanging off his arm.
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They went their separate ways at Steve’s suggestion when they came across an art store. Bucky hesitated but left in the direction of the Gucci store, to Steve’s amusement.
Not planning on staying any longer than the few minutes it took to purchase his alibi, Steve darted to the drawing aisle and grabbed a couple of sketchbooks and some pencils, charcoals and pastels. He paid quickly and left for the nearest jewelry store, which happened to be Tiffany’s.
Once inside, Steve froze, his mouth going dry at the sight of all those diamonds under the display case. He recovered somewhat, enough to approach the case with all the rings in it. He felt lost, peering down at a sea of rings. Which one was the biggest? Which one would Bucky like most? Which one would he love? He had to love it, otherwise there was no point to even buying it. Bucky deserved to have the best, brightest, biggest diamond there was.
A saleswoman popped up, greeting him suddenly, startling him out of his wits.
He waved away her apologies and pointed mutely at the one of the rings that seemed like it would fit.
“Are you shopping for an engagement ring today?” she asked, probably sizing him up, probably thinking he didn’t look like he could afford it.
Steve nodded at her wordlessly, tongued tied. It felt like there was a huge lump in his throat.
“Does your girlfriend like Tiffany’s?” she wondered aloud. “We see a lot of brand loyalty when boyfriends are in here shopping for an engagement ring.”
That finally rattled something loose inside him and he was able to reply. “I don’t know, he never mentioned if he wore any Tiffany jewelry. I'm sure he’ll like the ring, though.” He was mainly sure. “If it’s not too small.”
To her credit, she recovered quickly from the gay bomb dropped on her, smiling widely. “So, he likes big rings? Can you tell me a little about his tastes? Hopefully we can find something he’ll love.”
Steve slumped in relief. “That would be great, thanks.” He explained a little about the belly string thing, the slim diamond choker and the hair thing he wore with that, the necklace and the large blue gemstone ring he had worn to that gourmet restaurant the night they had gotten together. “It was as big as his finger. Easily. How am I gonna outdo that?” he bemoaned to the saleswoman.
She smiled at him. “It’s not the size that matters, it’s what you do with it.” Steve gaped at her, heat creeping up to his face. She sighed fondly at him. “Look, he knows you love him, so he won't care. If you propose to him with that ring, he won't care that it’s smaller than his others. He’ll treasure his engagement ring because it came from you.”
Steve nodded, the seemingly ever-present lump in his throat making a reappearance.
“Now that’s the biggest we have in the store currently, and it comes with a pretty hefty price,” she warned, gesturing to the ring they had picked out while he was explaining Bucky’s tastes to her. It was a cushion cut diamond as wide as his finger, like a square but with rounded corners that was nestled in a platinum setting that showed it off spectacularly. It sparkled brilliantly due to the cut, she had explained, although Steve couldn’t really tell the difference between it and all the others that sparkled under the fluorescents. But he really liked it and could see proposing to Bucky with it, his face lighting up in happiness as Steve popped open the box.
“How much is it?” He was a bit worried, since all he had in his pockets was about two hundred and fifty grand, all that would fit. He hoped it would be enough.
She lowered her voice, “two hundred and sixty thousand.”
He went a little lightheaded. “I think I can swing that.” He shot her a thready smile. “Can, uh… can we go in the back to pay? It’s in cash.”
Her eyes widened, and she looked at him as if seeing him for the first time, probably wondering how crazy he was to carry that much money on him. She recovered after a moment and quickly led him to the consultation room. Steve breathed a sigh of relief when he got done counting the money, setting the bills on her desk. He was left with exactly one single hundred-dollar bill, his dumb luck. They would have to swing by the RV to get more, since Steve was planning on paying for dinner that night too, when he was going to propose, not wanting to drag it out. No way Bucky could pay for his own engagement dinner.
The saleswoman wrapped the ring up for him after she took his money, and he blinked at the white bow on the turquoise box. There went his plans of opening it up when he gave it to Bucky.
“Oh, um, happy Gay Pride Month!” she said to him as he shook her hand. “I hope the proposal goes well!”
Steve beamed at her, delighted at her acceptance. “Thank you, ma’am. Me too.” His smile turned into a stiff, nervous rictus then, and he took the opportunity to flee the store.
The ring felt like it was burning a hole in his right front pocket, his heart pounding as he walked towards where he thought Bucky was. He didn’t see him inside the Gucci store, so he pulled out his phone to text him.
Bucky instructed Steve to meet him at the Starbucks on the west corner near Victoria’s Secret, where he had stopped to grab a ‘gay little snack and a gay little drink’. Said drink was very brightly colored, and Steve stared at it, amused and bewildered.
“Hey, Daddy,” Bucky said coyly as he sat down next to him, making Steve glance around, his cheeks going up in flames.
“Jeez, Buck,” he muttered under his breath, stealing his drink for payback. He made a face at the assault of sugar on his tongue, and Bucky laughed at him.
“Serves you right, fucker. What’d you buy in the art store?” he nodded towards Steve’s bags that he forgot about.
“Oh, not much. I got a little overwhelmed.” Bucky didn’t have to know Steve was talking about two different stores.
At more prompting, he showed his purchases off as Bucky hummed appreciatively as he personally inspected the items. “Looks great. You’ll have to draw me later. A nude, maybe.”
Steve choked, ducking his head in embarrassment. “Sure, Buck. Anything you want.”
They relaxed for half an hour in Starbucks as they ate a couple of snacks, before they decided to hit the other side of the outlet mall that they hadn’t been to yet. Bucky made Steve carry all his bags, which Steve was secretly happy to do, even if he complained about it good naturedly.
He felt like he was blindsided when he saw the new necklace Bucky was wearing around his neck. He must have bought it while Steve was buying the ring.
It was a gold necklace that hung below his collarbones, and it said Steven, with a little heart above the N.
God help him, Steve’s knees were weak, wanting to sink to the floor, ready to beg this man to marry him.
He only just barely contained the urge.
He had to bend down to tie his shoe to make it fully go away. Well, go away enough so he wasn’t in danger of kneeling again.
On the way back to the RV park, they had a late lunch at a diner styled restaurant where the waitresses skated around on roller skates, a black and white checkered floor and red booths and neon signs everywhere. It was busy, filled with people, and very noisy within, music playing loudly enough to be heard over the din of people.
They had hamburgers and fries, which were both delicious.
Bucky laughed suddenly, and Steve wiped at his face again. They were done eating, maybe he had something on his face.
Steve smiled as he asked, “What? Something funny?”
Bucky shook his head. “I was just thinking of a completely ridiculous scenario.” At Steve’s look, he continued, “I would make a tweet that said I was gay or queer or bisexual or something that like and you would retweet it and say mood. Nothing else, just mood. Completely ridiculous, I told you.”
Steve’s heart started pounding. He wanted to get married to Bucky, the bravest thing he would probably ever do. He should come out properly, while he was at it. He should let the world know that he would marry a man, this man, in a heartbeat. He should do it like how Bucky had conveniently come up with. He couldn’t think of a better way, his mind stalled with fear over the sudden prospect of telling the world he was gay, oh god.
He should probably think of another way, but, well, fortune favored the bold.
“Do it,” he blurted, surprising himself with his own voice. Bucky blinked at him.
“Okay,” he responded glibly, flippant as he reached for his phone. He probably thought Steve was bluffing. Steve was not bluffing. He got his own phone out.
The irreverent nature of the word mood helped him hit retweet, smiling a little. The words Bucky had gone with were queer little bitch. He also put a long string of emojis: the gay pride flag, a male fairy, two men kissing with a heart, nails getting done, a face with its tongue out, a lollipop, a heart with sparkles, a blushing face with hearts, and a rainbow.
He watched his phone nervously as they both received several hundred likes and retweets within moments. Bucky stole his phone, and when Steve opened his mouth to complain, he leaned over the table and pulled Steve into a kiss that was sweet and gentle, solidifying his decision to come out. It was the right thing to do, and so would getting married to Bucky be… hopefully. It depended entirely on Bucky’s reaction to his proposal.
Bucky turned Steve’s phone off before giving it back to him with a warning look, conveying that he wasn’t allowed to turn it back on for at least a couple of hours. They left after that, Bucky tipping the waitress an obscene amount, making her blush and stammer out her thanks.
Bucky took a very excited Punk out for a walk when they got home, and Steve got Bucky’s purchases out of the bags while he did that. He nearly had a heart attack when he grabbed a bag that he didn’t look too closely at before withdrawing a packaged item. It was a dildo, flesh colored and almost as big as his own dick. The entire bag was filled with sex objects, a gag, a leash and a collar grabbing his attention before he screwed his eyes shut, and his face felt like it was going to melt off his skull from the force of his blush, and he hurriedly shoved the dildo back inside the bag and set it aside.
With any luck, he would make it to the dinner without dying of shock first.