Exposure to the Modern Age

Two weeks after his visit to cafe with Nat Buck and Steve had a rare afternoon off. No therapist appointments, no training with the newer members of the team, no one that needed them for anything. The day had started out like any other; wake up, follow a basic routine for Buck's sake, and then? Nothing. Usually they were getting pulled in different directions but today? Nothing. They had actually been able to enjoy a nice lunch together after they ran around the perimeter of the compound. Usually they eat with Steve going through his Avengers tablet because there was something he had to look at ASAP. Or Buck had to eat quickly so he could get to med bay in time for his therapy appointment, which had started a month ago. No matter how much he told Steve it was a waste of time he still went diligently.

Today though, today was amazing. They were able to eat leisurely without any interruptions and with nothing on the docket for either of them. It was a Thursday. On Thursdays Buck disappeared around the time Steve started to get pulled in five different directions. The food was gone and Bucky was still here, still sitting across from him.

He was currently leaning back in his chair with his hand over his stomach. They had forgotten to add a grocery list to the compound’s weekly shopping so all they had left was waffle mix. They had even stolen the waffle maker from the common kitchen on the other side of the compound where the new recruits were housed. Why they did they have the mix but not the maker? Who the hell knows but that was probably why they still had the mix in the pantry.

The box had said 10-12 servings. They had made the whole box and Buck had eaten most of it. They were now down to their last stick of butter and two thirds of syrup. A small moan of displeasure fell from the former Soldier's lips as he stretched out even further. Steve just laughed before sipping on his second cup of coffee for the day. The curtains were pulled open and as the two lounged. Steve watched the heavy clouds that had darkened the morning move. Within ten minutes the sky was clear and beautiful. The sun was now shining bright and it looked amazing. Upstate New York had these horrible dark clouds just hovering over for three days now. Before that, The Avengers had been shipped to Washington State after getting Intel about a Hydra base where they were in the middle of four days of rainy weather.

When they had landed back in New York a few days ago Nat, Clint and Thor said they were ‘peacing out for nicer weather. It's summer for fuck sakes!’ If Steve could take Bucky with him he'd have joined but Bucky was still under house arrest. His therapist kept reminding them both that he was making great progress but there was still a lot to do. They both understood but it smarted when Nat sent them pictures of all of them lounging on a beach in Florida and oh look, Tony had flown down to join them. At least Bruce wasn't there. He was stuck teaching a summer class right outside Boston.

"Hey Buck?" Steve asked as he pushed away from the table and stood. The dishes could wait until later or he could try his hand again at the dishwasher. Either way, he could decide later. As he started to clear the table Bucky finally picked up head up and gave an acknowledging grunt. "It's finally nice out."

"We already went running. Don't be an overachiever," Bucky said interrupting his friend. Steve narrowed his eyes and went around the table the long way, making sure to hip check Buck's chair.

"Guess I'll go to the old mill by myself." That got his attention. Buck stood up straight in his chair before looking at Steve with narrowed eyes. He just ignored it as he rinsed the plates and put the last of their syrup in the painfully bare fridge. They needed to order some groceries. It was still very weird to them that they could just order all the food they wanted for the week. It was an old habit of not thinking about an empty fridge.

"You'll go all that way with no company? And leave me here?" Bucky's eyes quickly darted to the windows as if he just now noticed how nice it was outside. "Oh, the sun. That's new."

"I'm going to put in a grocery order first then grab my boots. Want me to put anything special on the list?" Steve grabbed the discarded Stark pad from the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room. He opened the app and started to add the basics.

"More popcorn?" Buck asked, coming up to peer over Steve's shoulder. He could feel the heat radiated from Buck and had to fight against himself since all he wanted to do was lean back. "Get the really, really buttery one," Buck added not noticing Steve tensing ever so slightly. He even made it worse by leaning closer, chest to back with one hand on Steve's hip as he reached around and pointed at something on the screen. This time Steve knew there was no way Buck could have missed the slight tremor that ran the course of Steve's body. He couldn't help it.

"Buck?"

"You always order only one gallon of milk and we always run out. Order two. Also add on some more bacon. You know how much we can go through." Steve just nodded as he did what he was told before breaking away in somewhat of a rush.

"It's sent. Let me grab my boots." With that he was out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. He had tried to make it look like he wasn't running but he really think he failed.

As he sat on his bed, lacing up his boots, he took a moment to just breath deeply. All his nerves were on edge. Bucky almost never touched him like that anymore, not since they were in that small little apartment in Brooklyn all those years ago. Nowadays, Steve was lucky if Buck would let him brush arms. Very rarely Buck would place his hand, always the metal one, gently against the small of Steve's back but that was it. Lately though he had noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders start to ease. Old mannerisms were returning. Maybe this was one of them. Buck had always been very tactile before. Steve had to wonder what changed or was that just a one time thing? Part of him wasn't complaining at all but that was a selfish part that he rarely paid attention to.

"Ready?" Buck asked as he poked his head into Steve's room. He had his boots on and a backpack slung over one of his shoulders. "Thought we could swing by the common room's kitchen and swipe some food from them."

"We just ate." Buck just smiled and shrugged as he leaned against the door frame.

"It's almost a two hour hike out to the old mill. We'll be hungry by then." This Steve couldn't argue with. He shrugged in response as he got up, grabbed his own backpack before following Buck out of the apartment.

There wasn't as much in the common room's kitchen but they still were able to load up enough for their hike. Enough even if they wanted to rest for a while and eat by the stream. Buck grinned at Steve as he grabbed the deep maroon blanket off the couch. It was Wanda's and she'd kill them if she found out they took it but that was probably the reason Buck picked that one specifically. He had been getting into the habit of antagonizing her. Good thing she gave as good as she got. Steve just rolled his eyes as Buck fell into step beside him, carefully folding the blanket before falling back a step to put it in Steve's bag since his own housed all the food. Except a few snacks Steve had claimed for himself.

The wind was soft against their skin as they broke away from the compound and headed off across the large back lawn, used mostly for combat training. Steve pulled on his sunglasses about the same time Bucky did. The sun was bright, warming everything up. They made their way directly to the woods to the north. Breaking through the tree line they picked up one of the many trails and started walking. The old mill was technically not on Avengers property. It actually belonged to the state of New York and was technically to far for Bucky to go, as per his house arrest but that hadn't stopped Steve from showing it to Buck, one, two, half a dozen times. Steve himself had found out a few months before Buck had even come back.

He had been out hiking with Wanda, trying to take her mind off of her brother's upcoming funeral. It had been a weird time. It was going to be a funeral without a body to bury since Pietro was being held in frozen animation. His body was dead, had been when they left the floating island but Wanda had felt something. Her powers thinned the veils between the living and the death. Pietro was frozen until they could figure out if there was a way to fix death. Almost eighteen months later and Steve himself was starting to lose hope but Wanda wasn't. That was what mattered.

Steve smiled sadly at the memory. That had been a great bad day. When they had found the mill Wanda had perked up enough to want to explore. It was old, and when Steve found time to research it he realized it was older than him, and long abandoned. Surprisingly, most of the stonework had held up as well. The wheel was still spinning, slowly turning the gears inside. It spun faster in the spring when the melted snow trickled down from Canada. There was nothing else around as far as they knew. Just this the mill. They found no records of it, Steve was only able to guess age by the style of mill it was.

He had told Buck all of this on their first visit out. Buck had still been extremely withdrawn at the time but Steve knew he was hanging onto every word. His head was tilted, listening in while acting like he didn't care. This time as they made their way up to the old mill Buck was a lot more engaged. About a hundred feet past the tree line they found the twisted willow that marked the divide between the Cedar Trail and the Red Wing Trail. Those weren't official names, Natasha and Wanda had been the first to explore the words and had mapped them out while naming all the interesting bits. Wanda called the twisted tree, Obvry Nechi, or the Welcoming Man in Sokovian or maybe it was Welcoming Drunk. It's branches were strong, twisted, and spread out but it looked like it was listing to one side.

They stopped there, Steve taking a drink of water as Buck climbed it. He liked going to the top and watching the compound.  After a moment Buck was back on the ground and off they went. The majority of the walk was quiet, both taking in the gorgeous day they had randomly been gifted with. Buck did stop a few more times to take pictures of random things that caught his attention. There was a squirrel with only half a tail that looked so angry when it saw them. Buck sent it to Clint with the caption 'This be you.' Steve slipped on a leaf hidden rock and almost fell on his ass he had been laughing so hard. A few times Buck pulled Steve into the picture and took it without a word. In most of them Steve was making weird faces because Buck didn't give me time to realize what was going on. Those got sent to Natasha and Wanda. Bucky thought he was being funny.

Steve only got him back once as they neared the mill. They finally came upon the stream that led them to the mill. As they walked up it got wider and deeper with the brush getting thicker. A small, off balanced bridge was the only way to cross at one point. Steve waited until they were halfway across to stop and pull hous his phone. He jumped up and down while taking a few pictures. The bridge wobbled dangerously as Buck scrambled for the other side.

He got two pictures, one with Buck's feet in the air as he practically dashed like a frightened cat across. The second one was Buck glaring at him with his arms crossed across his almost heaving chest. Steve grinned brightly at him to distracted from the blush that was threatening to creep across his cheeks. In that moment, even with Buck looking so damn grumpy, he looked so damn beautiful. A sudden want to kiss the scowl from his face tugged at him but with a forced laugh he shoved it away, with his phone as he jumped across to the side Buck was on, making sure to land far away from him. He didn't trust Buck not to try and push him into the stream. He knew from past experience that it was about four and a half feet deep in this part. Natasha had not been a happy camper that day.

Steve hurried his way in front of Buck, giving him a wide berth as he continued on the path. Buck wasn't far behind him, mumbling about pain in the ass twerps. He just grinned as they crested the last hill and was met with the old mill. It stood two just shy of two stories tall with a slowly churning wheel that had different bits of plant matter collected in between the spokes. There was actually a little purple and black flag flying from the top. It looked fairly new which meant Clint had been here recently. Last time they had come up this way it was a red and gold flag from Stark. Buck prodded him and pointed it out, smiling over at Steve brightly. All earlier thoughts of almost dunking gone.

Buck paused and stripped his backpack from his back and pulled the zipper open. He looked at Steve with a mischievous smile as he pulled out a flag of his own. It was like red, white and blue like Steve's shield with a silver strip running down the middle, behind the star that was half white and half red.

"Wanda helped me make it a few days ago."

"No one’s supposed to know you come up here," Steve stated in mock disapproval. No one was supposed to know but most of them did. Buck just smirked at him as he moved up to the mill's north facing wall and started to climb. The stones, when they were set, weren't perfect and over the years a good few shifted in ways that made it excellent to climb. Much easier than the stairs inside that was missing a whole section. Steve kept one eye on him as he scouted around for a good section to throw down their bags and the blanket.

His stomach rumbled just as he settled the blanket out under a lone tree. It wasn't large or anything but it was full enough to give them some shade if they wanted it. Steve did because even after the serum, he still burned in the sun like nobody’s business. Just as everything was set up Buck returned to his side with Clint's flag in his hand. He was smiling brightly, all teeth and glittering eyes.

"Got any plans for that?"

"Not sure yet," Bucky mused as he waved it around a moment before sticking it into the ground next to the blanket. "We eating? I'm starved." Steve just rolled his eyes as he handed Buck one of the sandwiches they packed. Bucky bit into it savagely as if he hadn't eaten a dozen waffles only three hours ago. Buck was sitting directly in the sun like Steve expected he would. Halfway through the sandwich Buck slowed and started to watch the woods around them. Steve held his breath waiting for the sharp glint of his eyes that usually appeared when he was casing an area. It didn't come. Bucky's gaze was soft and his shoulders at ease. A small smile tugged on Steve's lips as he started to eat from a bag of grapes.

His own gaze wandered out to the trees around them. All the usual sounds of nature chattered around them. The nearest town was almost a hundred miles away. Their compound was honestly the closest thing to them right now. He popped grape after grape into his mouth as he watched a squirrel watching him. After a few minutes a feeling pulled his gaze away from the squirrel and to Buck who was staring at him. Or really staring at the grapes he was eating. He smiled at his friend before offering him the bag. A slight blush colored Buck's cheeks before he downcast his gaze and took the bag without looking.

"Buck? You okay?"

"Fine," he mumbled as he ate one of the grapes.

"You just got really flushed. Too much sun?" Steve asked worriedly. Buck used to be able to handle a full day of fun in the sun, not Steve. After an hour he'd be bright red and sun sick but Buck wasn't as tan anymore, too much time left on ice. Maybe they had overestimated his tolerance. "Come here," he asked without thinking and moved without thought. He reached up and placed his hand against the side of Buck's neck. Didn't feel any warmer than usual. He ran hotter than before but that was a serum. Steve was the same but he wasn't warm enough to cause any concern.

"Stevie." Hearing his name pulled his eyes to Buck's face but he hadn't been mindful enough to pull his hand back. He could feel Buck's heart beat speed up and his breath hitch as both realized just how close they were. Buck was the first to pull away, taking a bite of his sandwich as he changed position. Instead of sitting cross legged he stretched out, leaning back against his elbows with his sandwich set on his thigh. "Thanks for the grapes," he stated weakly before looking out at the woods before them.

"You sure you're okay?" That snapped Buck out of wherever his gaze went. He hung his head back and groaned in exasperation. He took the sandwich and placed it back into the plastic bag before setting it aside.

"I'm feeling fine, Stevie. Don't be mother henning me now."

"Mad I'm taking your job?"

"It wouldn't need to be my job if ya' didn't get into so much trouble."

A small bark of laughter burst from Steve's chest. "Half that trouble was your fault and you damn well know it." Buck just smirked at him before shrugging. They both knew just how true that was. "Can I have the grapes back now?"

"Nope." Steve sighed heavily, slumping over dramatically as he watched his friend eat grape after grape out of the corner of his eye. He waited, and waited until Buck slowed in eating.

Then he pounced, pushed off from the group and launched himself at Buck while reaching out to grab the bag. Buck reacted quickly, throwing the bag to the side before grabbing Steve around the middle. With a twist of his torso he slammed Steve to the ground. Steve kicked up his legs before Buck could pin him. He wrapped one around Bucky's hip while pulling his arm between them and pushing. Laughter rung out as Buck flipped over using the momentum to turn onto one knee before  pushing up. Metal fingers wrapped around Steve's wrist, pinning his arm to the ground. He snaked his arm around Steve's middle before trying to pick him up.

A soft 'omph' fell from Buck's lips as Steve went limp, causing Buck to almost lose balance. It gave Steve enough of an opening to push Buck onto his back. A surprised bark of laughter fell from his lips as Buck hit the ground and a moment later Steve was on top of him. Steve straddled Buck's waist with hands on either side of his chest. Steve grinned down at him before squeezing his thighs and moving his hands to hold Buck down by the shoulders. Buck recovered a moment, grabbing Steve at the hips and just stopped. Their eyes were locked as both chests heaved in air. Steve was still grinning stupidly.

"Got you." Buck nodded a moment dumbly as his eyes tracked across Steve's face. Down to his lips then up to his eyes.

"Yeah..." The single word fell from his lips before he surged upward, pressing his lips to Steve's. Bucky's eyes squeezed shut, afraid to see how Steve would react. Both bodies tensed up for a moment before Steve wrapped a hand around Bucky's jaw and another around his bicep before pressing forward. Buck tightened his hold on Steve's hips before wrapping his whole arm around him, hand grasping the opposite hip and squeezing. Steve moaned softly, pressing it into Buck's lips, who gasped in wonder. With lips parted Steve dived in, hungry to taste him.

They breathed into each other, moving in tandem before the hand on Steve's hip tightened further before he found himself on his back. Buck crawled on top of him, hand never leaving his hips as it hike further up under his shirt. Steve curled up searching Bucky's mouth who granted him a kiss before trailing his lips down the side of Steve's jaw to his neck. A louder moan than before escaped from him as Buck softly bit into the muscle connecting shoulder to neck. His hips involuntarily bucked upward, almost dislodging Bucky who squeezed his legs and bore down causing them both to gasp out.

"Buck," Steve moaned out as one hand found the back of Bucky's head, winding his fingers through his hair while his other hand fell to the small of his back. His hand quickly descended to dig his fingers into Buck's ass, grabbing and pulling him closer.

"Shit," Buck cried out pulling away from Steve's neck as their hips ground together. "Stevie." He planted his metal hand against the ground using the leverage to thrust his hips. Steve's eyes snapped open at the pleasure coursing through his body. His breath was ragged and with every breath his chest rubbed against Buck's causing even more delicious sensations. Buck kept up his rocking motion while going back to leaving marks along his neck causing Steve's brain to almost short circuit. He glanced up to the sky, eyes unseeing. A soft moan fell from his lips as Buck did something really amazing with his mouth on Steve's collarbone. He really wanted him to keep doing that.

A sharp pain pulled Steve's clouded mind back just enough for him to realize he needed more. The hand in Bucky's hair descended to his ass as Steve thrust upward and the moan he got in return drove him on. His hands gripped Bucky's ass hard enough to border pain and pleasure before Steve hooked a leg around Bucky's hips and flipped him before pulling back. He took a good look at Buck, whose mouth was swollen and bruised. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils completely dilated, with his hair sprayed out around him. He looked completely gorgeous and completely fuckable. Steve felt his cock twitch as he took it all in.

"God, Buck. Your mouth..." he trailed off before diving in to kiss Buck as hard as he could. He thrust sharply with his hips and drank down Bucky's moan. Steve took the opportunity and started to lick at the corners of Bucky's mouth before becoming more bold. Their tongues danced as Steve started to feel Bucky shift beneath him. The cool metal of his hand pressed into the flat of Steve's stomach causing him to groan deep in his throat. He lifted his hips up, allowing Buck to do whatever he wanted. The metal fingers skimmed his skin twice before moving down as Steve's breath stuttered in his chest. Steve situated his hands on the ground, bracing himself for whatever Buck was willing to give him.

"Fuck!" Steve called out, arching back as Buck cupped his bulge through his pants. He threw his head back and thrust down. Buck just squeezed once before bringing his flesh hand in. Together they got his belt and pants undone as Steve caught his breath. He raked his nails down Steve's taut stomach before pushing his metal hand into Steve’s boxers as he started to stroke he hurriedly.

"Been wanting... God, Stevie. Ever since- Shit you're beautiful," Buck whispered softly as he pulled Steve's pants down slightly before pushing his hand in, feeling Steve's toned ass. Steve took it all in, unable to form words himself as he pushed back against Bucky's exploring hands. Strong fingers kneaded his ass as he caved to his wants, shutting Buck up with a kiss. It had been a hard decision, the words falling from Bucky's lips were amazing and were driving him wide but the more he watched him talk. The more he wanted to taste those lips.

Buck pressed up at the first touch of Steve's lips, almost instantly opening up. They tasted each other, moaning every few moments as hips kept thrusting. Steve shifted, bringing one hand to Buck's bare hip before pushing it up under the twisted shirt. He skimmed each rib, felt each stuttered breath, before finding Buck's chest. He flicked the hardened nub once with his thumb, drank in the long moan from Buck before doing it again. He could feel the jolts of pleasure it cause in Buck's body, hips thrusting up in an off balanced rhyme and muscles tensing.

Steve shifted again, situating himself on top of Buck. This time making sure he wasn't in fear of falling off as he pulled back, one hand still playing with Buck's chest as he used his other to undo his belt and jeans. Surprisingly, even with strong determination Steve had to fight with Buck’s pants. Laughed under his breath as he finally pulled back the open front of Buck's pants. He could see the outline of Buck's thick, hard cock and it nearly caused him to whine at the sight.

"Like what you see?" Buck barely gasped out, trying to be suave but he was still panting heavily. Steve just grinned as he reached down and started to stroke Buck through his pants. He groaned, eyes rolling back in his head as his hands clenched at Steve's ass in a painful grip, which ripped a moaned cursed from his lips. He ground down against Buck's hips, causing Bucky to curse as well. He pushed his hand inside Buck's boxers, wrapping his fingers around the hard length. His mouth watered as he watched, pulling Buck's cock out as he stroked up and down. It felt so good in his hand and he wondered if it'd feel just as good in his mouth. A moment later one of Buck's hands crept inward, parting his cheeks before pressing a finger against his hole.

Steve shouted and jerked forward, hand leaving Buck, grinding cock to cock as his senses whited out while shouting, "Buck!"

"Stevie," Buck called out a moment later as his hips jerked hard, bringing Steve off the ground and sending them both tumbling over the edge.

"We didn't bring napkins did we?" Steve asked dazedly probably twenty minutes later. It was hard to tell how long had passed since he was almost sure he had blacked out for a moment there. He barely remembered rolling off of Buck, staying close enough to touch but giving new meaning to being knocked flat out on the floor.

"Shit." Steve couldn't help but clutch his stomach and laugh.

The two super soldiers hadn't returned to the compound until well after dark with both missing their socks. Both sets were rolled up tight in one of the plastic bags they brought along. It was the best they could do and neither had really wanted to hike back to the compound covered in cum which hadn't stopped them from fooling around two more times. What had stopped them from going a third was single squirrel hanging out in the tree and watching them. They tried to shoo him off but the bastard had been too busy eyeing their food to flee.

The compound was quiet when they returned, no one meandering through the halls that they could see. It felt weird, how nothing had changed but everything had changed at the same time. Buck had spent most of the walk back silent, eyes distant but not cold. He was processing, Steve could understand that. Steve himself was doing the same but unlike Buck he didn't have a fractured psyche. Those were the words his therapist used. Buck was more inclined to call himself a plate of scrambled eggs. So Steve understood and kept some distance between them so Buck wouldn't feel crowded.

Buck threw his bag down by the door the moment they entered the apartment, stopping to toe off his boots. Steve did the same before walking into the kitchen for a glass of water. They had run out  of bottled water earlier while still at the mill since they had needed to use some to clean up. Steve heard the sound of the door shutting behind him as he brought the water to his lips and started drinking.

"So, can I call you my best guy now?" Buck's sudden question startled Steve, who had gotten so used to the silence he actually choked on the water he was drinking. He coughed forcefully a few times to clear his lungs before turning to look at Buck sheepishly. Buck just watched him, face carefully blank.

"What?" Steve asked weakly. He coughed once more before putting the glass down on the counter and turning around fully to look at Buck. He stood still right inside the front door, face still blank as he watched Steve. "Um, yes? I mean you can- This can be... Shit." Steve slumped his shoulders before walking over to Buck, making sure to stop a few feet away. The last thing he wanted was for Buck to feel caged in. "Do you want to?"

"Yes," his reply was short. A small smile tugged on Steve's lips. He could feel a loosening in his chest. The walk back had scared him a little bit even if he hadn't wanted to admit it.

"Then I'm your best guy." Buck's blank expression finally melted away and he was rewarded with one of Buck's now rare bright smiles.

They didn't speak much after that, mostly stealing light touches and going about their usual routines. It was a quiet but good night. That night the two men made a wordless decision to sleep in Steve's room since it had the better bed. Steve read for a little bit as Buck scrolled through his phone, both firmly planted on opposite sides of the bed until Steve's yawns were affecting his ability to read. Buck wordlessly leaned over and turned off the lamp on the bedside table before putting his phone down at the lamp base. Steve watched him with a smile as he put his book down.

Buck caught Steve's eye as he started to move back to his side of the bed before he stopped. He leaned forward slowly. Steve met him halfway before pressing their lips together. It was chaste and quick. Buck settled back into bed with a small smile. Steve settled back in as well, shifting to get comfortable as Buck did the same before grabbing Steve around the waist to pull him closer. As Steve fell asleep he could feel the press of Buck's smile into the back of his neck.

A week had gone by, a week of Buck waking up in Steve's bed. They barely talked about the change in their relationship but there was a change. Kisses were exchanged throughout the day while nights were spent touching each other as much as possible. Sometimes for pleasure and sometimes just as a reminder that they were here together. A week of slow exploration and questions unasked.

Morning sun filtered into the bedroom gently, slowly until it hit Buck directly in the face. He woke up slightly disoriented. The warm body next to him shifted causing Buck to instantly freeze, tensing every muscle in his body. The body shifted again before prodding him with a cold foot.

"Just me Buck," Steve said with sleep still heavy in his voice. He reached back and patted Buck on the hip, missing a few times before curling back around. Buck started to relax just as Steve pressed himself against Buck's pelvis. Both stayed still a few moments. Everything came back to him and now he was in Steve's bed. They were in bed together. He still couldn't believe he made the first move, or that it was received so well. His body stayed tense as he cataloged all the good that had happened yesterday.

Steve huffed out and turned, grabbing Buck's arm. "Internal freak out later. Sleep, night." Steve's downright bratty tone broke the tension in Buck's mind causing a deep laugh to fall from his lips.

"I forgot how dumb you are when you first wake up," Bucky tightened the arm around Steve's waist before kissing him along the shoulder.

"Sleep." Buck pulled his head up enough to see the old desk clock Tony had repaired for Steve sometime before Buck came back. It was just past six in the morning. They hadn't even gotten to bed all that late but Buck had no motivation to move from this bed. Buck just huffed out a soft laugh before putting his head back down and moving himself closer to Steve, who wiggled a moment to get comfortable. His ass pressed against Bucky's front, causing him to moan softly and push back without meaning to before pulling away slightly. Buck wasn't in favor of starting something that Steve wasn't awake enough for. Steve's ass followed with the rest of him as he tried to press himself fully against Buck, again. Buck shifted and sent a glare to the back of his big dumb fella's head before closing his eyes, attempting to fall back to sleep.

"Mmm," a content sound came from Steve a few minutes later, as he pushed his ass back a little bit more and flexed.

"Alright," Buck ground out as he pulled his arm back to lock his hand around Steve's hip and get real close to his ear. "Now you're just doing it on purpose to tease." He tightened his fingers, digging the metal digits into Steve's hip before pulling him back as he pushed his hips forward. He rolled his hips just as Steve did.

"Buck," Steve softly moaned as he kept up the roll of his hips.

"You awake, darling?" Buck asked as he moved his head forward and trace Steve's long neck with his lips, nosing up the underside of his jaw and forcing him to bare his throat. On the way back down, Buck dragged his teeth lightly over the tendon before reaching where neck met shoulder. His front teeth scraped along Steve's collarbone before he nipped gently at the flesh.

"Buck, yes." He didn't know if Steve was answering his question or just asking for more. Either way worked for Buck. He kept his grip tight as he lifted himself up and pushed Steve onto his back. Blue- green eyes stared back at him, fully awake and crinkled at the edges. A mischievous grin danced across Steve's lips before he closed his eyes, reached up for a kiss. Buck shifted so that he was fully above him, caging him in with a leg on either side of him and his hands planted on either side of Steve's head.

Buck smirked before ducking down, not to kiss Steve, but to bite at his throat. Not too hard, just enough to border that pleasure pain line. Buck kept one eye on Steve's reaction. They had figured out something in the woods; Steve liked a bit of pain mixed in but he still wasn't sure where the line was for Steve. Those beautiful blues disappeared behind fluttering eyelids as a long low moan fell from his lips. Buck moved further down to his chest, shifting so he could pull the collar of Steve's sleep shirt down. Another bite to the top of one of his pecs.

"Fuck! You're killing me, doll..." Steve thrust his hips upward, grinding his pelvis into Buck's for a moment before he tried to grab at Buck's hips. Steve's hands were pushed back to the bed, held there in a strong grip as their eyes locked again. Uncertainty read in Steve's and Buck knew exactly what he was thinking. Was he somehow pushing Buck? So he smiled, before ducking down and continuing a trail of open mouth kisses with an added edge of teeth.

"Got ideas, Stevie. One of them is you at my mercy," he stated lowly between kisses and nips. Steve kept moaning as Buck made his way from one shoulder to the other before pulling back. The bright red marks stood out so prettily against Steve's pale skin. Just looking at him flushed and already so wrecked caused his cock to twitch as he ground his hips into Steve's.

"Buck, please. Just want to touch you."

He chuckled darkly before he leaned down, "Only if you tell me what you want first. Fuck, just wanna hear you say it all."

"Buck," Steve moaned, trying to move things along somehow, any how. His hips were off the bed and he was straining against Buck's grip, trying to reach his lips. "You said you had ideas. Do something with that." Buck chuckled as he quickly released one of Steve's wrists and shifted so he could cup Steve's bulge with his flesh hand. Steve's reaction was everything Buck wanted. Steve's gorgeous blue-green eyes rolled back into his head as he dropped back down on to the mattress, baring his throat.

"I didn't ask for sass," Buck mused as he began to stroke Steve through his boxers. "Now, do as I say. In detail, doll." Buck leaned down and bit the side of Steve's neck before pulling away.

"I- Ah, jeez... I'm not sure. Buck, h-haven't really done much with another person before."

"That's easy," Bucky pressed into the side of Steve's neck.

"For you to say- God, your teeth..." Buck paused a moment before pulling back. "Wha- That didn't mean you could stop." Steve reached out with his free hand and wove his fingers in Buck's hair before trying to pull him down. Buck held steady and just looked down at Steve with a smile that was the perfect mix of nice and naughty.

"You ain't ever been with another person before? Not even one of those showgirls you were traveling with?" Steve pursed his lips and glared a moment before shaking his head. "Not even with Peggy?"

"We didn't have much time for this sort of thing what with the war going on and no, before that, no. None of them ever turned my mind from you, you jerk." Buck sat back with a cheshire grin, taking the hand he was holding down with him. He started to slowly caress Steve's fingers while looking thoughtful. Steve knew it was nothing but an act but he was curious to see what was going on inside Bucky's mind.

"Said you didn't do much... What did you do?" Buck grinned, showing all teeth causing Steve's cock to twitch at the sight. Buck’s grin grew as he realized just how turned off he had made Steve.

"Buck," he groaned out throwing his head back. Buck dropped his hand before running his fingers across Steve's chest and stomach before stopping briefly at each nipple, making sure to to catch it on his thumbnail.

"Come on, punk. I'm all ears here." He started to dig his fingers into each one of Steve's pecs and massaging them, making sure he had a handful of each before grinding his hips down into Steve's.

"You're killing me here- Ah!" Buck squeezed causing Steve to head back again before grabbing onto Buck's wrists and like he was trying to stop his movement. He panted a few moments before looking up at Buck, breathing heavily. "You're so distracting." Steve used his grip to pulled himself half way, with his back propped up partially by the headboard.

Buck just shrugged as he leaned back and casually rested his hands in his own lap. "I can behave."

"Doubt that," Steve muttered as he shifted before placing his hands on Buck's hips. "Fine, I- It was back in Brooklyn when we used to live together."

"You bring someone home I didn't know about?" Buck's brow furrowed and Steve could see a touch of jealousy starting to edge into his eyes. He smirked thinking this could be fun.

"Never had to. Went to those men's bars a few times before that big raid happened."

"Stevie."

Steve smirked at the response. "Few of the men there used to love putting me on my knees."

"Shit," Buck moaned as he ground his hips down into Steve's. "Never thought of that but just picturing you on your knees, mouth open and waiting to be filled. Did you like it?" Buck leaned back down, caging Steve in with a hard glint in his eyes.

"Maybe. Every cock I sucked off, kept wanting it to be yours." Buck's hands snaked down, grabbing Steve's wrists before holding them above his head and pinning them to the bed.

"Won't be happening again. You want a cock in you- Only going to be my cock from now on." Steve's answering grin made Buck completely sure he had done this on purpose. "You ain't just saying this to rile me up, right?"

"Nope."

"Fuck," Buck groaned out as he ground his hips down before pulling away, taking Steve with him. "Show me then." He got up on his knees and started stroking himself through his boxers before releasing Steve's hands. He watched as Steve got on hands and knees and all but presenting. His ass in the air was with his face only a few inches away. Buck grinned as he pulled his boxers down and took his cock in hand. A small, soft moan reached Bucky's ears before he even did anything. Stroking himself felt good but watching Steve take it all in was even better. He put his metal hand in Steve's hair, grabbed tight and pulled.

Steve hissed as his head was forced back but his gazed was locked on Buck's hand and his cock. "You want this?" Steve made a sound in the back of his throat. "Tell me."

"You could fuck my throat," Steve said, almost to calmly as he looked up and smirked. Buck's whole insides clenched up in arousal. The little shit knew how well he was playing Buck but to be honest, if he got to fuck Steve's throat then he didn't really think he minded much. He tightened his grip on Steve's hair before angling the head of his cock towards Steve's lips. Lips parted and a tongue peeked out, just barely brushing the head of his cock. He tugged on Steve's hair before pulling him closer. Buck caught Steve's grin before his lips parted completely as he took the head into his mouth, sucking while tonguing the slit.

Buck had had a few girls’ mouths on him before and even one one guy’s back in basic but none had felt like this. It was this amazing mix between Steve's talent with his mouth and knowing it was Steve's mouth. He rolled his hips a bit, testing the waters. Steve readily opened for him as he tried to move forward, tried to take more of Buck into him. A mix between a groan and a chuckle left his mouth as he brought his flesh hand up to the back of Steve's head, holding him in place while shallowly thrusting in and out.

Their eyes locked and he could see the resulting frustration of his teasing in Steve's eyes. He kept it up a few more minutes before grabbing Steve's head tight and thrusting in almost to the hilt. Steve moaned around his cock and Buck could feel the muscles in his throat flutter around him. It felt so fucking good. He gave Steve a few moments to adjust as he slide in slowly up to the hilt.

Steve shifted, one hand grabbed Buck's ass, fingers digging in a moment before his fingers traveled between his cheeks. Buck groaned before thrusting in and out of Steve's mouth. He set a steady rhythm. Both of his hands were wound in Steve's hair as he kept his head in place. It felt amazing as Steve relaxed his throat, allowing his cock to hit the back. Buck was tempted to keep going, to shoot off down Steve's throat but he had other ideas. Well, vague ideas. He glanced at the end table where his phone sat. He should have done some research.

Back before the war he had slept with a few women, during the war he fooled around with one guy, a fellow soldier. He had experience but not enough, he felt. Besides, they had only been distractions in a way. He had wanted Steve since they were teens, but back then was a different time. When his number came up for basic training it wasn't acknowledge but the men were known to disappear together in twos. He remembered the guy moaning and just talking non-stop as Buck jerked him off. Talked about how he wanted Buck to fuck him but he hadn't let it get back hand jobs, wasn't sure how two men fucked but wanted to. Now, he knew it was possible and he wanted to fuck Steve.

He pulled Steve's hair back, smirking as the man below him moaned and allowed himself to be pulled back. Clear blue eyes looked up at him, questioningly. He brought his metal hand forward, fingers curling lightly around Steve's cheek as his thumb caressed his swollen lips. The sight alone was nearly enough to send him over the edge. Steve looking up at him doe eyed with lips bright red and thoroughly used. He stared down, running his thumb back and forth as the words got stuck behind his teeth.

Steve's brow furrowed a moment, noticing the change before he asked, "Whatcha thinking?"

"Wanna try something just- I don't know how." Steve smiled softly before taking the metal thumb into his mouth and sucking. Buck moaned sharply as his eyes threatened to roll back into his head. "Jeez, doll. You're going to be the death of me."

Steve smirked around the metal digit before pulling back, freeing his mouth. "I'm open to anything, Buck. Trust me. I've been on board with us for years."

"Years?"

"Since we were kids. This part," Steve paused to lean in and lick a long stripe up Bucky's cock, from hilt to top. "This part came a little while later."

"Around the time you found those clubs?" Buck asked, taking a guess. Steve just nodded with an easy smile and a shrug.

"Learned enough there." Steve paused, smile turning mischievous. "You complaining?"

"Not that stupid, Stevie."

"You're stalling, Buck. Whatcha wanna try?" He ended with another long lick of Bucky's cock. Buck bite back a moan before tugging on Steve's hair.

"Wanna fuck you-"

"Yes, Buck," Steve all but moaned out, cutting him off. "Never done it before but some of the guys talked about it."

"Any idea how it'd work with two fellas?" Steve paused a moment, thinking before his eyes landed on their phones. Their wonderful phones with access to the internet. He'd never really considered looking this sort of thing up, even though he knew it was possible. Tony had let him know multiple times since giving him the phone. Searches that'd keep him company on lonely nights, was he believed how Tony worded it a few times. He wasn't lonely anymore but still it couldn't hurt to look it up.

"Got an idea but I also know how to find out." He reached back and gently pulled Buck's hand from his hair before leaning over and grabbing his phone. He opened the internet browser before starting to type, only to pause. Buck was silent and still, waiting as Steve decided just how to work it before finishing and hitting search. "Looks like a few pages talking about safe sex... There are photos." Steve clicked the photo icon before turning beat red.

"Let me see." Buck leaned down, angling so he was able to see the screen. "I wouldn't have thought of that... Oh, there's a video." He reached out and pressed the play button, flinching slightly as a very loud moan came from Steve's speakers. Buck watched as a larger man pounded into a smaller man who looked like he was three seconds away from seeing heaven. He watched as the larger man pulled out before he pushed two fingers in instead.

"Yes," Steve practically moaned out.

"Yes, what?" Buck asked dumbly.

"Yes. That. Let's do that." He shut off the video.

"We should probably get some kind of lube." He turned to look at Steve who had started to grin as his eyes went to the bedside table. "Of course you do." Buck bent over, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a small black bottle with the words personal lubrication on the front. He turned around to Steve and smirked, waving the bottle a bit. Steve just rolled his eyes before pulling Buck back to him.

"Remember two months ago when you and Nat went for a walk and got caught in that thunderstorm?" Buck's brow furrowed, confused by the sudden change in topic as Steve reached out and took the bottle from him.  Steve had moved so they were face to face. He grabbed Buck's hip with his free hand. "You were wearing those nice and thin black yoga pants with that tank top, also black if I remember."

"I have a color scheme, I guess?"

"Not sure how aware you were of it but those pants clung. I took one look at the outline of your dick and almost came right there. Came back here and almost rubbed my dick raw just thinking about you."

"Shit, Steve. Really?" He nodded in answer as he popped the top of the bottle.

"Got the lube the next day. Few days after that well, I discovered how good it felt having my fingers in my ass as I stroked myself thinking about you." Buck's hips jerked.

"Damn it, Stevie. Who the fuck knew you aren't as innocent as you look? Never knew you had such a dirty mind. Not complaining though, doll." Steve just shrugged with a smirk as he grabbed Bucky's metal hand, took the bottle of lube from him and started to drizzle it over a few of his fingers. With sure movements he put Bucky's fingers together and started stroking up and down, coating them in lube. Buck tried fighting a moan as Steve finally looked up at Buck while guiding the metal hand behind him.

"You ever finger a girl before?" Buck watched him, taking it all in as he nodded slowly. "Basically the same- Ah!" Buck pushed his fingers between Steve's cheeks circled his pointer finger around Steve's hole.

"Think I got it then." Steve clung to him as he teased, his free moving down to spread his cheeks. He used two fingers, just massaging up and down but never penetrated. The more he teased the harder Steve clung to him until finally Steve had enough. He moved back just enough to grab Buck's chest and squeezed. "You need something?"

"Stop teasing!" Buck chuckled softly as his flesh hand tightened on Steve's ass before pushing his index finger in up to the first digit. A stuttered moan fell from Buck's lips as it all hit him. He could feel Steve nodding against him as two strong, large hands squeezed his chest, fingers kneading. Hips ground against hips as both felt pleasure winding quickly through them. Buck's fingers moved in and out, just enough to loosen him up before adding in the second. He paused a moment, allowing Steve to get used to the feeling and checking him for discomfort. It was amazing pulling back and watching his face, eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure. Steve was rocking his hips in such a sinful way that it took him a moment to realize. Steve was alternating between pushing back against Buck's fingers and forward, grinding his cock against Buck's.

It had been less than a day than their first kiss. Part of him wondered if they were rushing but the larger part kept reminding him that this was 75 years overdue. If he had been a stronger man, a braver man than he could have had Stevie pinned beneath him all those years ago. Actually, he didn't even have him beneath him now. A smile curled his lips as he withdrew both hands, causing Steve to whimper before he grabbed Steve's hips and pushed him backwards onto the bed. He pushed one of Steve's legs towards his chest as his fingers went back to teasing his hole.

"Damn it, Buck. Thought we were past this." Buck just huffed out a laugh as he pushed two fingers inside. A smartass rebuttal clung to his tongue but it got stuck behind his teeth. The Buck of way back when would have said something but as he watched Steve's face, watched him writhe in pleasure, he realized he didn't need to be that Buck, he just needed to be Steve's Buck which he was happy to do.

He fucked his fingers in and out a moment before spreading them, testing Steve's walls. He bit back a moan at the thought of fucking into him, of pinning him down and making him scream. Both of their breathing was labored, Steve's got worse as he started feeling around the bed which caused him to basically fuck himself on Buck's fingers. His hips stuttered as a long moan pulled from his lips. He did it again before sitting up.

"Shit," he cursed. "Angle change."

"Bad?"

"No- God, no. Really, really good." Buck smirked as he continued to finger Steve, making sure to rub his thumb around the tight ring of muscles. "So damn distracting."

"Not distracting enough since you can still talk-Oh!" Steve had opened the bottle of lube when he wasn't looking and started to drizzle a bit in his overheated cock. Steve just grinned at him as he started stroking Buck coating his cock fully before falling back to the bed. Buck's eyes widened as he watched Steve spread his legs, giving him a beautiful view of his fingers fucking into Steve.

"You going to finger me all day?"

Buck paused and looked Steve over. His pale flesh was heated and colored red. Those lips he used to stare at when they were teens, wishing he could touch his to, were still swollen from letting Buck fuck his face. Then there was his spread legs. He remembered when Steve was small. Back before the serum, back when he could lift the boy up in his arms and carry him away- Or could have carried him away if he was braver.

"You ready for this?"

"Been ready." By Steve's tone Buck knew he had missed the point of the question so he stilled his fingers and brought himself down closer to Steve.

"I meant are you sure you want to do this.... with me?" Steve's eyes snapped to his. For a moment Buck was scared that Steve would see something in his eyes, remember what he once was and be disgusted that he was on his back for a monster.

"It's you, Buck. Of course I'm ready. I've been ready for you since-" Buck cut him off with a hard kiss. Steve's arms wound around his shoulders as Buck's flesh hand came up took hold of Steve's chin, pulling gently until he opened his mouth allowing Buck press his tongue forward. Steve moved just as Buck took his metal fingers back, practically whimpering into the kiss. As best he could Buck tried to clean his fingers off on the bed sheet. The sensors in his metal arm weren't to sure about his fingers being covered in lube.

He grabbed his own cock and positioned them as best he could while half his attention was still on Steve's mouth. Steve's ass pushed against his hips, practically begging. Knees shifted, balance corrected and he was able to press the head of his cock against Steve's lax hole. Not penetrating, just teasing. A growl vibrated in Steve's chest. Buck felt it in his lips as Steve tried to pull him forward. He kept at bay for a few more moments, torturing the man he loved before pushing in.

Both broke the kiss and moaned, Steve pushing his head into Buck's shoulder as Buck grabbed the back of his head and threw his own back. Metal fingers grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. Steve bucked, forcing more of Buck in. With a lazy smirk he looked at Buck with half lidded eyes before doing it again until Buck got the message to slowly slide in. A dual groan fell from both their lips as Buck bottomed out, holding still a moment to let them both catch their breaths before he tugged harder on Steve's hair.

"Fuck!" Steve practically screamed when Buck pulled back and fucked forward, hard. Hips snapping and almost driving Steve further up the bed. "Yes!" Buck as he repeated his action, fucking hard into Steve's body. Hips meeting hips as Buck pounded into him, one hand in his hair while the other had him firmly by the hip. Steve's lips had found a spot on Buck's collarbone, staying put to bite and kiss. After what felt like minutes, what felt like forever, Buck started to feel his muscles tense and his balls tighten. He slowed his pace as he tried to catch his breath.

"Buck?" Steve moaned out as he pulled back and bucked his hips up, wanting more.

"So close, doll. Don't wanna cum before you but you feel so damn good."

"I'm close, don't worry, I'm close." Buck nodded as he shifted, pulling Steve up just slightly.

"Metal hand or flesh?" He hadn't been completely blind to how Steve picked that hand earlier but he wanted to make sure.

"What?" Steve asked dumbly as Buck continued to slowly fuck into him.

"Which would you like on your cock?" He punctuated the final word with a hard thrust.

"Fuck, metal. It feels so fucking good." Buck reached down and wrapped metal fingers around Steve's hard cock already slick with precum.

"Damn, doll. You weren't lying. You are close." He flicked his wrist and loving the feeling of Steve tensing around him. It was strange but he could feel Steve's orgasm building in how his muscles tensed as he jerked him off. Buck did it for a moment before starting to pound into him. The bed shook and the metal frame made a scary sound right before the top corner dropped to the floor. Metal frame broken and skidding against the floor with each thrust. Buck grinned as he fucked into Steve harder, stroking him faster as he felt his own orgasm starting to rage through his body.

He was able to hold off just long enough to feel Steve go rigid before shooting off between them. Every nerve lit on fire as he stalled, pressed as deep into Steve as he could as he emptied himself in his Stevie, claiming him as his own. Both orgasms powerful enough that they, Steve with his back arched off the bed and Buck rigid as a statue pressed into Steve, held still for a minute. Both completely blind as their vision and sense whited out.

When Buck felt like he could finally breath again, he panted and started to roll of Steve who had started to descend back to the bed. They lay in silence for a moment before Buck realized he was starting to slide.

"Um... I think... Did we break the bed?" he asked dumbly. Steve looked over just as Buck's slide picked up a bit of momentum.

"Oh look at that. We broke the bed." With a ringing laugh he grabbed Buck and hauled him onto his side of the bed.

"Movie night," was all Nat said as she pushed her way through the door to Steve and Bucky's apartment. Buck was currently sitting on the floor of the living room with a book in his lap.

"Buck?" Steve asked, calling to his friend- boyfriend? Partner? They still hadn't named themselves yet. Hell, it had only been eight days since they were at the old mill. They had mostly spent the time not talking about the specifics and what to label themselves. The physical part of their new relationship came easy. Well, there was a bit of learning curve but overall Steve had no complaints whatsoever. Buck and him had promised to never mention that they had to look up how to have sex.

"Depends on what movies she's thinking."

"I have a few options," Nat replied, climbing over the back of the couch holding up a flash drive. She wiggled as she made herself comfortable in the spot Steve usually sat in.

"Really, Nat?" he groaned under his breath before going to the kitchen in search of snacks. Surprisingly they had a few bags of popcorn and a bag of Twizzlers. Buck had really gotten into them a few months ago right after his memory of when he used to smoke surfaced. He still stole a cigarette here and there with some of the guys that worked in the compound but for the most part he used the candy as a substitute. Steve grabbed the bag before putting starting the microwave on some popcorn.

"Did you invite anyone else?" Steve heard Buck softly ask as he turned around and made his way over to the counter that divided the kitchen from the living room.

"If you want I can. I know Wanda and Clint aren't doing much right now." Buck just shrugged as the first sounds of kernels popping came. Steve called out before throwing the twizzlers which Buck caught easily.

"I'm okay with it if Buck is." The man in question shrugged again as he slid his way up and onto the couch. Steve sighed, realizing it'd probably be a mostly mute night for Bucky but the company would help both of them. A movie night was perfect. If anyone spoke Wanda would use her powers to throw something at the person's face. Nat shifted on the couch before pulling out her phone.

"They'll be here in a bit." She paused and read something. "Clint says no horror and subtitles will be needed. His hearing aid has been cutting in and out." She rolled her eyes, probably because of the usual nagging she gave the poor guy. She was always telling him to have Stark look at them or hell, even build him better ones. Steve was half convinced that the only reason he still hadn't done that was because it annoyed the crap out of Nat. Or laziness. Either or with him, really.

Ten minutes passed and Steve had assembled enough snacks for the five of them. Wanda and Clint had arrived, both sporting pajamas and blankets. Nat disappeared quickly back to her own room citing them geniuses with genius ideas. By the time Steve got all the food on the coffee table, with help from Buck, Nat had returned in comfy looking plaid pajama bottoms and a hoodie. Buck smiled at Steve before gesturing at their own attire. They had already been in their comfortable clothes since neither had left the apartment all day.

Twenty minutes after that they had finally settled on a movie, one neither of the super soldiers had seen before. Wanda either for that matter. It sounded interesting enough. The movie was animated and easy to follow. Steve had even been able to pay attention to it while sliding closer and closer to Nat before he grabbed the cushion and all but launched her up. She caught herself on the coffee table, doing a handstand before landing. Before she was able to even turn and glare, which she did, Steve had reclaimed his preferred spot.

"Seriously?" She gave him a dirty look as Bucky closed the gap between him and Steve nonchalantly.

"Don't even with the look. You know as well as I do that you only sat there to annoy me." Nat just smirked while shrugging. Wanda laughed softly as Nat sat next to her and Clint on the floor.

"He lasted like thirty minutes this time," Clint theatrically whispered to his best friend. Steve rolled his eyes as Nat grinned before fist bumping Clint. Wanda still hadn't stopped laughing. Bucky was smiling softly as he took it all in. That smile right there drew Steve's gaze away from the three on the floor to his friend, lover? The lack of labels didn't bother him but he figured they should discuss that at some point. During Buck's time at the compound, back in his mostly right mind, there were probably only a handful of times he had seemed so relaxed with others around. That wasn't to say there was no tension in his limbs, or that his eyes didn't quickly roam over their bodies to catalogue possible hidden weapons. He even caught Buck's eyes darting to the exits, not often but he knew old habits died hard. Still, Buck was making progress.

"What?" Buck's sudden soft question pulled Steve back. He hadn't realized his gaze had wandered to Buck, hadn't realized it stayed there, drinking him in.

"You’re smiling," Steve whispered back with a smile of his own. Buck rolled his eyes dramatically before knocking his knee against Steve's. The touch lingered and the movie was forgotten.

Steve was afraid to reach out, to really touch. These last few days had been different, good different, but still different. They had never shied away from touching each other. Not even before the war when that sort of thing could have gotten them in trouble but since the woods it had been amplified. It now felt strange sitting here next to Bucky and only barely touching him. In just a few days he had gotten used to it all but he wouldn't push it. They hadn't discussed anything, whether they would be telling others, what they were to each other now. Nothing. Just that simple line on their way back from the mill. 'Best guy.' That was Steve’s fault right there. He should have initiated the talk then. That could mean anything, really. They had just been living the last few days in a sort of happy delirium.

Honestly, if really pressed Steve couldn't truthfully tell when he fell in love with Bucky. He remembered being a child and never wanted to part from his best friend but back then the fear of discovery sealed his lips. Now, it was definite. He remembered Buck asking about that specific change back in the first few months of his living at the compound. Maybe Steve should have figured it out then but they figured it out. That was really all that mattered.

"Are you two going to eye fuck through the whole movie or what?" Wanda's slightly accented voice broke through Steve's thoughts. Buck had been turned towards him which he just realized. Steve turned to glare at her just as Nat smacked her in the arm. For just a second Steve was thrown off balance, like those two had swapped bodies. Buck on the other hand barked out a surprise laugh. "What? It's distracting!"

"Dude, that's cheating," Clint all but hissed at Wanda who just shrugged with little to no care.

"What?" Steve tried to question but the word died on the air as Nat waved him off.

"Just go back to watching the movie, love." Steve turned to Buck in confusion who shrugged before relaxing further into the couch. Steve huffed in annoyance before going back to watch the movie. He hated being left in the dark.

The rest of the movie was entertaining. Overall it was really cute. Wanda was the most excited that he enjoyed it and he wasn't sure why. Clint had passed out halfway through, head in Nat's lap. Clint and Thor had been on a bait and switch mission earlier today so Steve couldn't really blame him. The food they had gathered had been demolished within the first hour of the movie.

Buck was nodding off as Steve started to clean up the living room. Wanda was up and stretching as Nat roused Clint. All were quiet and half asleep as they shuffled around. Buck shuffled off to his room, where most of his sleep clothes still were, to change. Wanda grabbed Clint by his shirt and guided him towards the front door. His steps were heavy with sleep and judging by the slump of his shoulders, Clint wasn't nearly as awake as he should be for moving around. Wanda bid him good night for the both of them before leading the sleepy man out of the apartment.

Nat stayed behind and helped to clean with one eye on the door. Once the room was clear of others and everything was cleaned she waited, pointedly looking at Steve then at the half open door to Bucky's bedroom, old bedroom? That should be another thing they talk about but Steve reasoned that even without his constant fretting they'd figure it out. It also took him a moment to realize Nat was watching and waiting.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing."

"Everything's cleaned up. You can head out." She just smiled at him as Buck left his room and looked at them both groggily before turning into the bathroom. For a second Nat looked disappointed but it was quickly replaced with a smile. She just shrugged as she made her way to the door. Steve followed her, intent on locking up behind her. His feet felt weight down with each step and all he wanted to do was crash into bed and press himself close to Buck.

"Hey Steve?"

"Hmm?"

"Do me a favor and keep mum about you and Buck for-"

"What!" Steve's eyes shot wide open. He was awake, now he was definitely awake. "Me and Bucky what?"

"You two finally got together, right? It's obvious. Anyways just keep it mum-"

"Why?" Steve asked with a hint of hardened anger creeping into his tone. "A gay Captain America not okay or anything?" He could feel his hands balled up at his side. Out of everyone on the team, Nat was the last person he'd expect this from. Maybe Tony or Fury but not Nat, especially with all the times she tried to convince him to say something to Buck.

"Oh calm down, you Super Moron." Nat crossed her arms and quirked an eyebrow. "If you'd let me finish I was going to say just keep mum for another sixteen days then I'll win the bet."

"Why sixteen days? What's in sixteen days?" The anger rapidly fled from Steve's system and was instantly replaced with confusion.

"You really are a moron. Sixteen days until your birthday." She paused with a smirk before continuing. "I had a plan and everything but that takes effort. You can just keep mum until then. Don't and I'll be out a few hundred bucks. Worse, Clint would be the winner."

"Begone, demon."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm going. Sixteen days, Rogers." She waved at him over her shoulder before disappearing into the hall.

The next morning Steve woke up as Buck climbed out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Last night was a late night and then after everyone left Buck had decided he was going to climb Steve like a tree. For three hours straight. Steve wasn't complaining in the least. He was sore but it was definitely the good kind of sore. For a moment he was sure he'd never move again and be happy. As he watched Buck disappear into the bathroom completely naked that notion flew out the window as Steve hurried out of bed to follow.

He quickly by passed the bathroom, leaving Buck be for just a few moments as he all but ran into the kitchen to grab a few bottles of water. He chugged one as he doubled back and made his way towards the bathroom right as Buck turned on the shower. The door was cracked which Steve took as an invitation, putting the water bottles on the counter before quickly stripping. He could see the outline of Buck behind the shower curtain, a semi-translucent American flag because Tony thought he was hilarious.

A soft smug hum came from Buck as Steve watched his outline slowly run his hands across his hard chest before teasingly dropping down lower and lower on each pass. Steve's mouth watered as he caught sight of Buck's interest. He leaned against the wall, grinning like a wolf as Bucky's hand finally descended to wrap around his cock. A small cut-off moan reached Steve's ears just as his willpower broke.

He threw the curtain open and was met with a gorgeous sight;  Buck under the spray slowly stroking his own cock with his head thrown back in pleasure. One eye peeked open before a mischievous grin curled Buck's lips up. Steve stepped into the shower, crowding Buck against the back wall as he grabbed his wrist and held it over Buck's head.

"Could have sworn I tired you out plenty last night?"

"That was last night." Buck gasped as Steve squeezed his wrist and placed his other hand on Buck's hip. "New day, Stevie." Buck smirked before leaning in to kiss Steve deeply. His free hand, the metal one grabbed him by the back of the neck and held him there. Steve's breath stuttered in his chest as Buck swept his tongue against Steve's top lip. His mouth opened for Buck as the kiss turned possessive and demanding. Steve shifted pushing Buck even harder against the tile was as the water fell around them both.

The hand in Steve's hair tightened, pressing him closer as Buck ground his hips against Steve's. He let the kiss go on for a few more minutes, waited until Steve was good and distracted before pulling his hand from Steve's grip and grabbed him around the shoulders. Quickly, he spun him so that Steve's back hit the wall before Buck stepped close, mirroring Steve's posture from earlier.

He pulled back and grinned at Steve who just looked thoroughly ravished, with full swollen lips, and a dazed expression. Both of Bucky's hand went to Steve's hips, grabbing them tightly as his mouth trailed down his long neck, nipping at the collarbone, once, twice. Steve gathered his wits just in time for Buck to drop gracefully to his knees. A groan punched out of Steve as he took it all in, head banging back against the tile. Bucky both a hand on each hip before leaning in to drag his lips up Steve's length, from balls to tip. His lips derailed as Buck started to kiss and nip on Steve's hip joint.

"Fucking tease," Steve muttered as tangled one hand in Bucky's long hair. He threaded his fingers through, tugging just slightly and watching as Buck's eyes fluttered close. Good to know. Steve grinned as he tightened his grip and guided Buck's mouth back. A moan fell from Buck's lips on a particularly hard tug. Steve slowly guided his cock into Buck's mouth, thrusting forward just a bit. It felt amazing. Buck's tongue was swirling under the underside as his jaw loosened and Steve wasn't to push in almost the whole way. Buck's metal hand held the base, slowly stroking what he couldn't fit in his mouth. His eyes opened, locking eyes with Steve. The pupils were blown wide, nearly swallowing up the gorgeous gray.

Steve tugged his hair once more as he started to thrust in and out. Buck's eyes closed as his flesh hand started to stroke at his own cock. Steve's head swam with the pleasure. He held a hand in Bucky's hair while his other reached up and started to run his thumb across his nipple. They used to be so sensitive but since the serum, his libido wasn't the only thing heightened. Each flick of his thumb sent shock waves through his system. His orgasm was building surprisingly fast. He tugged at Buck's hair, trying to pull him off, to warn him but words were failing him. Steve looked down just in time for Buck to look up. He could see the grin in those eyes before his flesh hand left his cock to start to massage Steve's balls.

"Shit!" Steve cried out. Buck had gently pushed the tip of his middle finger into Steve's hole. His whole body clenched up, nerves singing, as the world whited out a moment. He felt Buck swallow as he came before continuing to bob his head a few more times. Minor shockwaves ran through his system while Buck kept playing with his body. After a moment or two Steve was able to regain his strength and will to pull away from Buck. He took Buck by the elbows and lifted him to his feet. The man looked almost as wrecked as he felt with lips swollen and eyes half lidded.

Steve kissed him deeply with both hands on his hips, gripping tightly. Buck responded in kind as he started to rut against Steve's hip. A smirk danced across Steve's lips as he pulled away and spun Buck, forcing him to place both hands on the tile wall as Steve urged his legs apart. Buck hissed softly as his overheated chest made contact with the cold tile wall. Steve kissed each of Buck's shoulders as he stepped slightly to one side, blocking the majority of the water. His lips lingered where metal met flesh, tracing the scar with his bottom lip as his hand moved down Buck's back, stopping briefly to grab his ass and pushing forcing him to press even harder against the wall. A short surprised moan punched out of Buck causing Steve to grin widely. It was an amazing feeling knowing he was doing this to Buck. The muscles in Buck's back tensed up as Steve noticed Buck had been pushed onto the balls of his feet.

"Buck?" Steve all but growled out. Seeing Buck straining like this lit a fire in his bones but he wanted to make sure Buck was feeling the same. He loosened his grip on Buck's ass and waited a moment.

"Don't- Don't stop," Buck stuttered out as he pushed his ass back into Steve's hand. His fingers tightened, digging into the flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Steve answered him with a sharp nip to his scarred shoulder. His grip loosened as he trailed his fingers across Buck's ass before pushing his middle finger in between Buck's cheeks. Buck moaned lowly spurring Steve on. He pushed slightly against the tight ring of muscles as Buck shook, moaning softly.

"Shit, Buck." Those were the only words Steve was able to string together. Part of him was stunned at just how beautiful Bucky was and the other part had quieted down in an animalistic manner. That part won as he bit down into hard where Buck's neck met shoulder before bringing his free hand around to stroke Buck's hard cock. He could feel how much Buck was leaking. His hand kept stroking, picking up speed as his finger started to play with his hole. The two points of pleasure had Buck shaking as moan after moan fell from his lips. A few times Steve caught half of his name before a choke out sob swallowed it up.  

"Fuck Buck, look at you," he growled as he pressed his hips against Buck's side. His own recovering cock trapped between them. "So pretty. You like this, doll? Spread out and letting me do whatever I want." He pushed his finger passed the tight ring of muscles, hooking his finger and holding it open. Fuck, if only they had lube nearby. He wanted to be in Buck so bad. His whole body ached for it but instead he settled for shifting, nestling his hips against Buck's ass. The water helped just enough to let him slide between Buck's cheeks, fucking up as he kept stroking.

Their panting and moaning grew in volume as Steve's second orgasm started to build, as he all but kept slamming Buck against the wall. Buck was close as well, Steve could tell. Every muscle was rigid, shaking even and his forehead was pressed against the tile. Steve pulled his finger away and replaced it with his thumb, holding Buck open as he spread him just a little bit wider.

"Steve!" Buck cried out as his back went taut and a loud slamming sound barely reached Steve's ears. Steve could feel his cock pulse. He opened his eyes just in time to watch Buck finish spilling against the wall, having it slowly wash away by the still running shower. A deep growl resonated within Steve's chest as he pulled his hand back and gripped Buck by the hip, hard, as he slammed his hips against Buck's backside over, and over, before his own orgasm hit him and the world whited out for almost a solid minute. He pressed his forehead against Buck's back and just panted, fighting to regain his breath. When he felt his legs stop shaking he looked up and saw that Buck had slammed his metal fist through the wall.

"Buck?"

"Fuck, Stevie. That was... Jesus..." Buck paused as he breathed deeply and tried to pulled back. His arm jerked but didn't give. "Um... I'm stuck."

Steve barked out a laugh before kissing Buck between the shoulder blades.

Exactly sixteen days from the movie night Steve found himself standing in the central common room, the one that bridged the veterans’ apartments and the new members’ dorms, too tired to really care it was his birthday but not tired enough to pass up Nat owing him. The majority of the Avengers were lounging around. The only two missing were Tony and Bruce, though he knew they were at the compound. Some of the veteran members had been sent to South America the day before for a harrowing mission, only flying back earlier this morning. Sam, Clint, Natasha and him had stumbled into the common area an hour ago, exhausted and still looking like hell. Wanda had come out to join them, bringing food. Buck had joined a bit later, squeezing himself into a corner and reading a new book Steve hadn't seen before. Wanda sent Buck a soft but beaming smile when she saw.

Natasha gave Steve a mischievous smirk over her phone. Steve sighed heavily in response. Sixteen days. He didn't forget. He actually couldn't seeing as it was his birthday. They had plans, all day plans but the mission had really done them in. Wanda and Buck seemed to be the only two functioning properly. It was decided on the flight back they'd do something low-key that night since most couldn't even bend properly.

"Hey JARVIS? Can you do me a favor and get Bruce and Tony in here?" he asked as softly as he was able. Thankfully only Buck seemed to notice; well, Bucky and Natasha. If  her smirk growing in size behind her phone as she sat on the counter, only a few feet away from where Steve was awkwardly fidgeting in the kitchenette area was anything to go by. He pointedly didn't acknowledge her right then. This was only happening because he owed her a favor, kind of. To be honest, during the mission he found out the bet circulating had grown to a few hundred dollars. She was damn sure going to be taking him for top notch sushi after this. He eyed her as he pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text saying just that.

He watched her eyes linger at the top of the screen before she subtly nodded and went back to scrolling. Steve followed her example as they waited. It took less than ten minutes to get the two into the common room but in that time Steve had been able to read up on a new art exhibit down in Boston that he was interested in checking out before it closed.

"We were summoned?" Tony asked tiredly to the room as he made his way to the center with arms up. He turned back and forth looking at each Avengers while Bruce hung behind one of the sofas. The black eye Steve had noticed this morning had darkened considerably in the last few hours since they landed.

"No one-" Clint started to respond before Steve held up a hand to stop him.

"We didn't want to do this twice," Bucky piped up from his spot in the corner, eyes still on his book. Steve was actually surprised he spoke up at all, expecting to carry this announcement himself. At one time Buck would have been the sweet talker of the pair but now it was a small victory when he spoke around most of the others. "Sit down, will ya?"

Tony's eyes widened a moment before he nodded and took the closest available seat. "Okay, my interest is piqued. What's up Tin Man's understudy?"

Steve looked around. The only one missing now was Thor but he hadn't been back to earth in a few months. Hell, Buck had only met him a few times but still he felt bad not having him here. Maybe he could convince Nat to wait to take him out for sushi until Thor came back. Treating them both would be a nice gesture on her part. He highly doubted that would happen but it'd be fun mentioning it to her just to see the look on her face.

Buck put down his book and walked over to where Steve was sitting, giving him a look. "Well, we doing this?"

"Sorry, mind wandered." Steve shifted, slightly nervous now. He and Buck had talked off and on about this the last two weeks. They were both head over heels for the other. Steve knew Buck was it for him. He'd be by his side for as long as Buck would have him. Thank god Buck felt the same way. Steve had been able to pull that much out of him. Words weren't really his thing anymore. They once were. Either Buck got that ability back or not. It didn't matter to Steve, he still loved him.

What really got Steve now was everyone knowing. It was a different world than the one they grew up in but that still didn't mean he wasn't downright terrified. Growing up, keeping this sort of thing a secret meant keeping yourself alive. After a while it just became a part of you, secret keeping, staying quiet. Steve cleared his throat and shifted away from the corner so he was able to address the whole room. Buck stood silently at his shoulder and waited.

"You know Cap," Bruce said quickly, "if you're not ready you can wait a few days or even a few months. I hear fall is a good time to make announcements. " Everyone else in the room shot Bruce a nasty glare, especially Nat who knew she was about to win. Buck just hit the palm of his flesh hand against his forehead.

"Man, shut up," Sam called out, throwing a pillow at Bruce who was still standing awkwardly. "If they were going to wait they should just wait until Christmas. Good romantic time of the year. Right, Steve?"

"Jesus," Steve muttered shaking his head. "Can't have anything nice with you lot." He picked his head up and put his hands on his hips.

"Oh the disappointed dad look is out," Clint muttered.

"Don't give me the look! You're getting sushi," Nat shot back when he turned the look on her.

"Can I go back to my book?" Buck asked as he already started moving back towards his previous seat, not waiting for an answer.

"Get back here," Steve almost growled out from between clenched teeth while grabbing the back of Bucky's shirt. The Winter Soldier went limp and let him drag him back to Steve's side. He wrapped his arm around Bucky's waist. Buck leaned into his shoulder and just shrugged as if to say this is your show now. "Fine, Buck and I have something we'd like to tell you."

"They already know," Buck just muttered under his breath. Steve pinched him on the hip and not surprisingly Buck barely flinched. Steve spared a glance to his lover? Boyfriend? They were still tripping over what to call each other but that was really the last hurdle they had when it came to them. He turned back to the room and laid it out. "Buck and I are together. Have been for about a month."

Clint swore under his breath before pipping in, "Together as in best of buddies right? Seriously one more week..."

"What was the bet? When we got together or when we'd tell you?" Steve asked forcefully.

"Originally when you two decided to bump uglies," Tony responded. "But we realized no one was going to win then so we changed the rules of the bet but kept the original dates. Made it interesting that way."

"I worry about you lot. I really do." Most just shrugged, not really caring.

"Now can we fuck off until the celebrations?" Buck asked as he grabbed at Steve's shirt with a wicked smile on his face. "I got you something real special."

"And I'm out," Sam quickly called out before almost vaulting over the couch and leaving the common area