'Till the end of the line

Steve had never felt more alone in his life. It had been a full year since he had gotten a letter or any information about Bucky. At least he knew he was alive, no death letter had been sent out and he knew Bucky’s sister wouldn’t keep that from him. Steve felt cold, that was nothing new but this was a different cold. He felt it internally, he felt like he was disappearing in the wind. As he coughed and caught his breath he took a few puffs from his inhaler. He can’t catch his breath and feels a shiver go over his body. Groaning as he got up from the bed his whole body ached and he rolled his eyes once he realized he was sick. He traveled through the small apartment and threw on some very warm clothes and wrote out a small list.
Cough Syrup
Tissues
OJ
Ending the list there he covered his mouth as he coughed and almost lost balance. He would just turn down to the small corner store and pick these things up and then secluded himself back to his home to wait it out. Sighing as he pushed open the heavy door he waved to the clerk and walked slowly down the aisles. Carrying the three items in hand he noticed a sale for Hershey's candy bars and smiled before grabbing three of them and laying them on the counter.
“Steven! How ya been kid? I hear the war is over! Now you can get your old job back!”
“Yeah, maybe.” Steve’s voice was weak and he tried the clear it with a small cough.
“That Barnes should be back any day now! Mary’s husband, Henry, He came home just yesterday.” The clerk bagged up Steve’s things and waved him off. Steve pushed the happy intrusions out of his mind. He would know if Bucky was coming, He would have gotten a letter or something. Steve felt a tear rising to his eye and blinked it away. Did Bucky find someone over there? No Bucky would never, or would he? Steve couldn’t help but let those thoughts sink and he cried as he pushed his door shut. Sinking down to the floor he felt lost, He couldn’t believe it even if it was true. There was no way.
(BUCKY’S POV)
Bucky groaned in frustration while he was moved yet again to another waiting room. He just needed five minutes to write to Steve that he is coming home. He likes to be prepared and he would rather not give Steve a stroke seeing him randomly. When the war ended it took some time getting all of the prisoners out. Bucky felt like decades had passed as he was experimented on and locked away. He felt different but still himself, he knew one thing was for sure. Steve was his forever, even if Steve had found someone else he would be happy with that. He secretly hoped Steve was still stubborn and waited for him, but he tried to not have too much hope. As he was going through the several steps of getting a seat on a train he was moved again and was handed his large backpack. Seeing a line of soldiers standing he hoped his name would be called by the end and he felt he was so anxious he hallucinated his name echoing in the halls until he heard it a second time. He couldn’t hold back the smile on his face and felt another soldier nudge him.
“Got a girl to get home to huh?”
“Something like that.” Bucky chuckled as he shook the other man’s hand and they loaded onto the train.

(Steve)

Steve had put everything away after taking some medicine. He felt drowsy and went to lay down in his bed. Feeling a wanting feeling pulling him over to the closet he whined as the sight of Bucky’s clothes. His nose searched for the smell of Bucky and reluctantly found a small sweater that had fallen onto the shelf below and he smiled. Slipping the sweater over his small body he felt like he was wearing a dress. But still smiled at how much it actually covered him. Steve shut the door quietly and buried himself under any blanket he could find in his possession. His teeth clattered together while he tried getting warm. Bucky’s sweater helped his core feel warm which warmed him just enough to drift off to sleep. He yearned for Bucky in his dream and wanted him there to take care of him so badly. This was his first time getting sick without him and he had no idea how long it would last. He just wanted to sleep and hopefully sleep the sickness away too. Steve continued his schedule. He got up, took his temperature and swallowed his medicine, which sent him into a coughing fit and he’d use his inhaler. He would try to eat but the food came up quicker than it went down. He could hardly move. He set up the respective nightstands with tissues and medicine and Steve just rested. For days upon days he just slept. Bucky’s sister had come over to replenish his supplies but Steve stayed in the bathroom to not get her sick as well. He would thank her later. Gulping his most recent dose down he held his breath to hopefully not gag on the awful taste. Steve ruffled his thin hair and frowned as he noticed the sweater had lost Bucky’s scent. He shivered as he got into the cold bed and snuggled down to keep a little ball of warmth around him. He coughed once more before sleeping again and the apartment fell silent.

As Steve slept Bucky had finally arrived at the shore of Boston and he couldn’t help but quickly push himself to the front of the line to get off this boat faster. Waving his hat in the air Bucky called down a taxi and immediately gave his old address to him. The taxi driver took the shortest route possible and gave the ride to him for free. He tried to pay him but the driver insisted. It was the least he could do for a soldier. Bucky chewed his lip as he climbed the stairs and held his breath at Steve’s door. Bucky placed a few small knocks on the door and waited. His heart sank as he kicked over the brick and smiled picking up the key. Bucky slipped it into the door and carefully pushed open the door. Seeing tissues littering the floor and his nightstand was stacked with glasses of half drunken juice he shook his head and moved them quietly to the sink. Seeing a small mound breathing under a giant mass of blankets he peeked in to see Steve bundled in his sweater with a red nose and eyes. Bucky slipped off his uniform and found some of his relaxing sweats folded up into a cabinet. He slipped them on before moving into the bed, careful not to wake Steve. He felt Steve’s cold skin against his chest and pulled him closer. Steve instivily turned into the warmth and a smile was placed on his face. Bucky couldn’t help but press small kisses against Steve’s hairline. Bucky’s nose was full of Steve’s scent which was damned with that spearmint sick smell. He laid on Bucky's side for hours as his whole body warmed. Bucky pet Steve’s hair for a bit before he felt Steve shifting and waking against him. Bucky moved down to be face level with Steve and swiped his thumb over Steve’s cheek. Steve’s eyes carefully peeled open and he saw Bucky laying in front of him. Bucky felt love well up into his eyes as he saw Steve’s crystal ones glowing at him. Steve felt his breath stop and his heart was beating loud enough for the both of them to hear.
“Buck?”
“Hey Baby.” Bucky’s fingers brushed through Steve’s hair as Steve’s cold fingers traced Bucky’s lips. “Is my boy sick?” Steve didn’t answer, he moved himself to lay on top of Bucky and tears fell from his small eyes.
“You’re back. I didn’t think it was true.”
“I couldn’t leave my love behind.” Steve kissed Bucky roughly and traced his fingers down the center of his chest. Bucky moved Steve under him and pushed his hips against Steve’s small ones.
“God, I missed you!” Steve etched Bucky’s face in his mind and moaned out as Bucky peppered kisses against his neck. As Steve pushed his hips against Bucky he hefl Bucky’s hand already pulling on his underwear. Steve moved with Bucky’s hand and gripped his shoulders as Bucky’s hand reached his wanting member. Bucky chewed Steve’s skin as Steve pumped himself in Bucky’s hand. He moaned out As Bucky took the speed over. Bucky had Steve pressed against the bed as he left bites that would be visible for days. Steve scratched Bucky’s back to signal him back to his lips and kissed him with a soft demeanor. Bucky grinding against Steve before removing his lips downward again and teasing around Steve’s tip with his tongue,
“I’ve waited so long for this, Just to taste my sweet boy again.” Bucky’s voice was full of lust and Steve gasped at the feeling of Bucky's mouth going over his hard cock. Steve bucked into Bucky's mouth as he held the back of his head. Bucky wrapped his hand around Steve’s throat and held his hips down with his other hand. Steve whined at Bucky's force and he tried to move under his hold.
“Please fuck me.”
“Someone’s impatient.” Bucky chuckled lightly as he slipped two of his fingers into Steve’s mouth. His twirled his tongue around Bucky’s fingers and nipped his teeth at the tips. Bucky hummed against Steve’s cock making him arch at the feeling. Bucky moved his fingers to slid against Steve’s entrance and carefully started to work his thumb in and out of him. Steve moaned at the sensation.
“Mmm, shit Buck. Just like that.” Bucky moved back up against Steve and tucked his nose under Steve’s ear. Steve moved his lips up to trace Bucky’s ear and let his sweet moans fill the canal.
“Don’t wanna hurt my sweet Stevie. Do i?” Steve answered with a movement of his head and ran his palm over Bucky’s twitching dick. “Your hand feels so good.” Steve kissed Bucky’s neck as he followed Bucky’s pace with his hips. Bucky moved behind Steve and switched with his two forefingers. Wetting them with his own mouth he bucked into Steve’s hand as he kissed along his shoulder. Steve leaned his head back and let his jaw drop with pleasure Bucky’s kisses became sloppy as he felt hsi finish coming quick he nudged Steve’s head over and huffed heavily into his ear. “Ready?”
“Mhm.”
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There’s my punk.” Bucky kissed down Steve’s spine as he gripped Steve’s cock. Bucky spit against his fingers and rubbed them over Steve’s hole. Bucky lined himself up and slowly pushed inside of Steve. Steve moved against the pillows and cried out with the mix of emotions he had. Bucky kissed below Steve’s hairline and stopped to let him adjust again.
“Ah, fuck, Bucky. Keep going.”
“You sure, Stevie?”
“Yes. I’m so close. Please.” Steve gripped Bucky’s wrist as an extra okay. Bucky moved until he was flush against Steve and he almost finished right there. He held back his finish as he pushed against Steve harder. Steve moaned out as Bucky picked up the pace on his hand and felt Steve’s body tense. He growled through his teeth and moved slowly to prevent his finish as Steve chased his own. Taking control of the pace Steve bit into his lip as he felt his rise almost fall.
“Yes, Steve. Oh my god!” Bucky groaned against his slight movements as Steve fucked himsefl with Bucky’s hand. His free hand gripped Steve’s hip to keep him steady as he felt himself spilling over and filling Steve with his hot cum. The tightening Steve felt had him finish right after Bucky and his breath echoed in the room.
“F-fuck.” Bucky moved quickly as usual and cleaned up around Steve who was gasping for air. “Steve?” Bucky grabbed his inhaler and found it empty. He rushed over to the kitchen where Steve kept the extras and tossed one over to the bed. The clinking of Bucky’s dog tags filled the area as Steve scrambled with the new inhaler. Steve took in several puffs and Bucky’s face filled with worry as he watched him return to normal. Steve nodded and tossed Bucky his sweats that were laying on the bed. Steve got dressed and moved up against Bucky in the room.
“How are you here?”
“The war is over and it took them awhile but they finally rescued all of us.”
“What do you mean rescued?! You got captured!?”
“Hey, it's okay. I’m safe. I’m here now.” Bucky pet Steve’s hair as his small face tucked against Bucky’s chest.
“I missed you and if you get sick in a few days I’m sorry.”
“I won’t. I never have. But we both know anything can take down little Stevie.” Bucky picked Steve up and moved into the kitchen. Placing Steve on the counter he kissed him lovingly and pulled Steve’s legs closer to wrap around his hips. Their lips worked a melody together that had both of them growing ready for a round. Bucky teased his fingers up Steve’s thigh to stop short and smiled within the shared kisses when Steve pushed closer against him.

(AT NIGHT)
Steve turned to tuck his face into Bucky’s warm chest As Steve pulled Bucky closer he realized his heavy breathing and rubbed his eyes open. Bucky’s face looked in pain, his mouth was open and hot breaths were escaping at a fast rate. Steve held Bucky’s shoulder and tried to pet his hair to soothe him. Bucky gripped Steve’s wrist and pushed him away.
“Nu mă atinge!” (No don’t fucking touch me!) Bucky’s voice was full of fear with a tinge of anger. Steve jerked back his wrist and rubbed the soreness away before hearing Bucky’s voice again. “Steve? No! Don’t!” Bucky cried out as his arms gripped onto the empty bed. Jolting upwards Bucky’s eyes flashed around the room to see Steve’s frightened expression and an already forming bruise around his wrist. “Shit.”Bucky moved over to the couch in the small apartment and bunched himself in the corner. “Shit, shit, shit, shit.”
“Bucky?” Steve moved over to the couch and wrapped a blanket around Bucky’s shoulders. “Hey look at me.” Steve tapped Bucky’s chin causing him to stare up at him with tear filled eyes.
“No, it’s not.” Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm and held it in front of Steve’s face. “I hurt you.”
“But I’m easy to hurt.”
“Don’t say shit like that, Steve! That is just forgiving abuse.”
“But Buck, It’s not abuse. You were having a nightmare or something and I ran the risk and decided to help. You didn’t mean to. I know.” Steve tried to touch Bucky but he jerked away from him. Steve sat down on the couch and waited for an answer.
“I..I..my mind isn’t my own, anymore.”
“It’s full of war, Buck. You are going to come back and feel like that.”
“Steve, all I see is hellfire and death. Blood being splattered over our faces, The smell of burning skin and gunpowder. I can’t see anything else. It’s like I never left.”
“Then look at me. Look at me, I’m here, I’m safe. Which means you are as well. It might not help a lot but it’s what I can do right now.” Steve moved Bucky’s face to look at him as he wiped away tears from Bucky’s cheeks. Steve moved to sit on Bucky’s lap and locked eyes with him. “See, it’s just me and you, Just like before, Buck.” Bucky held Steve tightly as he tucked his head under Steve’s. Steve pet down the back of Bucky’s head as he kissed the top of Bucky’s hairline.
“Steve?”
“Yeah.”
“‘Till the end of the line?”
“‘Till the end Buck.” Steve’s chin was pulled down to meet with Bucky’s lips and they spent the rest of the night on the small couch tucked against each other.