A Journey Back To Love
Steve Rogers stirs awake fixating on the ceiling fan trying to cool off from wet dream.
His mind flashes back to pinning Sam to the wall over and over again his cock hard
He digs his nose in to Sam’s skin inhaling his scent as he moans in pleasure.
His cock willing with excitement at every touch fo his body so intense.
He is startle back in to reality when Peggy rolls to her side finally awake after a horrid night.
He glances at her to afraid to reach out touch her, and reassure he is back for good.
“Who is Sam Wilson?” Her voice hoarse from the tears emanating all night.
“Oh! Sam is a friend, well from the future.”
Steve says returning his gaze in disguise.
“Go back to him Steve clearly you want too.” Peggy insist sitting up propped on a pillow.
Steve can’t help himself seeing Sam on the chair across from him.
He can’t help himself thinking about his sweet smile covering his face.
“Peggy....” Steve tries to say though he is tongue tied on how to admit it.
He reaches out to grab her hand as he shy away hurt and gets up.
“I do love you Peggy....” Steve admits rising to his feet he is lost looking away.
He strolls aimlessly shock when he finally lands his hands and lays over a table.
He raises his head locking on to the image of himself and Sam.
“I love you, I love Bucky, but...I.” He stops short of the truth.
“I am in love with Sam.” The words can’t be helped as the damn breaks and the water flows outward.
The day is only beginning when the sun lights hits Steve’s face revealing nothing.
Peggy his gone from the room completely without a trace.
I mean nothing at all as her clothes, and life vanishes from Steve.
Steve shakes his head freeing himself of
a lie he is living, and no way to return.
Steve rushes out of his room he one shared with the love of his life Peggy Carter.
The entire house empties one room, one shelf, and one moment at a time.
Steve wanders out of the house with very little left to his name except love.
He continues to search for something or someone he is missing.
The old neighborhood feels different to him as of late, and soon Peggy is not even that.
It has been a whirl wind of strangeness in Steve’s life, and he shakes a bit.
The cold air swirls all over Steve making his shiver for Sam’s body and warmth.
His leather jacket so extra cozy, he zips it up to the top, and wraps his hand around it.
He is miles from where he woke up in this alternate timeline, pocket dimension or whatever it is.
A familiar sound can be heard a block down in a parking lot real estate area.
His motorcycle purrs with excitement as the engine turns on by itself.
Feels so good he thinks removing the hot helmet of the bar, and placing it on his head.
He grins at the moments his mind is ready to reminisce on his past.
“I love Peggy, I care to love Buck but I want no need Sam.” He Steve admits.
“Sam Wilson, I am on my way back.” He is turning the handles as it roars.
The motorcycle racing down side of road racing through the highway.
He can’t believe his life taking a change for the better.
Steve is quite impressive rushing out of this time and place.
The portal to his future once again opens up out nowhere.
Steve’s rides away in to the abyss of the dark and beautiful night.
The portal is filling up with clear white orbs and ripples of space with time.
Images of his unforgettable past, his odd present, and wondrous future.
Steve’s lips part with great anticipation at the touch of Sam’s lips on his.
“I am in love with Sam.” Steve repeats over and over again.
“Steve is that you? Can you hear me?” His voice, Sam’s voice comes through.
A second of blacking out opens up with a bright light.
He thrushes the portal stripping him of all the nightmares out there.
“Sam are you there? Sam?” Steve yells out to a enamored young man.
Sam spins to the other side opening his arms to a fleeing Steve, and is consumed by his love.
The end.