What I shouldn't do I will (nsfw)
When he pulls the stick something odd and hot fills Steve's belly. Like striking a match and throwing it in. Seeing Bucky shift, the timing of the gears and how his pants squeeze his muscles as they flex with the push of his leg into the clutch. The thoughtfulness of the movements prove his control. He's lives for that control.
Steve gets lost in watching, the speedometer ticking up, one-ten, one-twenty, one-thirty. He can feel the velocity, sucking him back into his seat.
But Bucky keeps so cool, so calm and level like he's awake, and alive, unafraid. He's got lightning in his eyes and it strikes under the streetlights, fills up the black of his pupils and swallows them like they're devouring the stormcloud blue of his irises. They dilate like the technicality of what he's doing gets him just as hard as watching does for Steve.
He can feel his cock throb in his pants, head rush making him dizzy.
Bucky finally slows with traffic, looking over at Steve as he stills at a red-light. Steve is breathless, heart racing, nearly sweating. He drops his head back against the headrest and rolls it over in Bucky dreamily. Bucky looks so unbelievably collected, steadied and emotionless even through Steve's hazy sight but he's not entirely unaffected, he's got his hands curled around the wheel so tight that his knuckles are white.
“Wow” Steve huffs, no other words coming to mind. He feels like his heart's gonna burst out of his chest cavity.
“Have fun kid?” Bucky smirks.
Steve can only chuckle and roll his eyes a little, moving in his seat to adjust himself now that he's in place. His heart's thumping still so hard that he's sure it's beating out loud, his dick squeezing to the side in his jeans. He's never considered himself a fast car guy but the thrill has him wanting more.
Blinking, Steve catches Bucky's eyes grazing over him, checking him out, aiming for subtlety but to Steve it's blatant. Especially in the way he swallows as his eye catches on the bulge in Steve's pants.
Quickly though Bucky averts his eyes back to the road, focusing on accelerating through the green-light. His expression is flat but Steve can see an ache to it, a longing. He wants to feed into it.
“So what's going on tonight?” Steve asks, voice deep, sort of lusting. Slowly he drags his hand down until it's just lying against Bucky's thigh.
“Did I tell you that you can touch me?” Bucky asks. He's intimidating, his tone stern like Steve is a child, like he's acting up. It makes him genuinely feel like he is, yet he wants to disobey, wants to hear it more.
He digs his fingers in, shuffling in his seat so his legs can spread and really pull his pants taut over the bulge of his cock.
Bucky looks over at it, licks at his lip in the corner and then turns back. Steve sort of feels like he's a God, he feels powerful in that he can manage that out of a guy like Bucky. It makes him grin.
“No, but I'm going to.”
Bucky looks back again, eyes breaking away from the road. Normally Steve would be freaking the fuck out but he doesn't give a fuck with how Bucky's eyes cut straight through him. They look down at his lap and then up to his face. “Why are you hard sweetheart?”
Instead of responding with words Steve cants his hips up in his seat and groans. Digs his thighs into the curve of leather to push his ass up. It presses his back hard into the seat.
Watching Bucky check the road and change gears again.
Bucky grins, no teeth, just a turn of his lips and avoids looking back to Steve. He's a fucking tease and he knows it. “I let you in my nice car, plan to take you to my home and you disrespect me?” He sighs exaggeratedly, Steve is starting to understand Buckys little games.
“I'm sorry sir.”
“Do you think if I punish you you'll learn your lesson sweetheart? Will that teach you to respect me.”
Steve's dick aches, he wants anything Bucky can give him. “Yes sir.” he mumbles.
And in response he gets a murmured, “Good boy.”