Chapter 3
Steve had a good birthday, over all. Buck had dragged him back to their place to do wicked things to him. They had finally broken the dining room table, which was hilarious considering Buck had mentioned just the day before how it was really holding up to their abuse. It was cracked down the middle from where Steve had slammed his fist down when his third orgasm punched through him. Buck had gathered up the fragmented pieces and pitched them off their balcony after tying Steve to the bed with a vibrator in his ass.
They had been able to order a few toys off the internet, each arriving in discrete packages in a very timely manner. Buck loved the future and this was one of the reasons. Another reason he loved the future was the wonderful lube he had used to open himself up before riding Steve, the vibrator turned up to max. Steve actually passed out from that orgasm, which was his fourth in a two hour period. Buck held himself back. This was all for Stevie.
He celebrated Steve in many ways, and many positions until the sun went down. After a quick nap they showered and changed. The Avengers were throwing him a party of sorts. The evening was relaxed, made better because Buck could reach for his hand whenever he wanted. No one cared. Most sent him small smiles but that was it and both him and Steve pointedly ignored all the money being exchanged. Steve had told him earlier about Nat promising sushi dinner which was great but he wondered if she forgot how much they could really eat. They'd burn through majority of her earnings if not all of them. He was 100% okay with that.
"Have a good day, punk?" Buck asked tiredly as they dragged their feet back to their bedroom. It had been a long but good day. Steve had mentioned earlier how he was excited to pass out in their bed tonight, not on a Quinjet like last night.
Steve turned to him after entering their bedroom and nodded with a dopey smile on his face. "Of course." They both stripped, too tired to do much more than slow hand jobs while making out. Both passed out in minutes after they cleaned up.
"Buck," Wanda called out after him. He had been on his way to Tony's lab for an re-calibration of the arm. Steve had pulled it back just a little too far, holding it just a little to tight as a he fucked into Buck hard a few nights ago. Ever since it clicked when he tried to use the full range of motion.
"Hey," he said softly, putting both hands into his front pockets. It had been a few months since he felt the tension inside of him when anyone but Steve even looked at him. His shoulders were no longer hunched and his head was held higher than before, not hiding behind his hair. This time it was up in a messy short ponytail. His swagger was slowly returning but his words were still lost. He remembered being a sweet talker but not anymore. Unless it was with Steve, his mind went sparse.
"Whatcha doing?" she asked coming to a stop in front of him.
"Need to have Tony look at my arm. It's acting up."
"Ah, mind if I come with? I'm bored." Buck just nodded before turning to continue on. She smiled at him brightly before falling into step as much as she could. "Steve's on a mission, right?"
"Him and Nat were sent to South America. Intelligence leak." She bobbed her head, listening, waiting for him to continue. He didn't, couldn't.
"So, after we finish at Tony's want to want to come back to my room? I found the greatest thing ever."
"What's that?"
"A real shitty fantasy movie. No, stop with the face. I saw a review on it. Seems it's so bad it's actually funny. Want to get some pizza delivered and watch it?"
"I'm in." They finished the walk in silence. Both had turned their attention to their phones. She seemed to be playing a game while he texted Steve a bit. Steve who was bored as fuck waiting on Nat to sweet talk a diplomat into inviting her back to her room so Steve could search his room. His bitching carried them the rest of the way to the lab.
"Hey Tin Man," Tony greeted, "and Dorothy." He mimed tipping a hat to them both before he went back to tweaking whatever new gadget was in front of him.
"I'm okay with this nickname," Wanda announced happily before she pulled herself up on one of the tables.
"I'm not and yes, Tony, I get the reference. The damn movie came out when I was twenty." Buck pulled up the nearest, cleanest chair to where Tony was working and sat down.
"What do I owe the visit?"
"My arms acting up. Do you have time to fix it?" Tony motioned upward, Buck responded with lifting his arm.
"Probably won't take long. Let me have a look." Tony poked and prodded him for a few minutes while humming. "Well, seems like a few of the jointed plates are popped. A few are even warped slightly. Easy fix. I made a few extras last time we worked on this." He nodded at the arm before going around and gathering up what he needed.
"You staying?" Buck asked turning to Wanda.
"Yup, got nothing better to do."
The three lapsed in silence as Tony fixed whatever Steve had messed up on his arm. If all went well Steve was supposed to return in a few days, week at most, maybe he'd test out the fixes while fucking Steve up against a wall later. Steve was a big fan of that. Also their bed was still broken from last week when Steve said the magical words 'I want to try something.' Steve was in charge of getting the bed fixed or replaced. Too bad it hadn't been able to happen between he was sent out on this mission. It was still usable. It just sloped down on one side where they broke the frame. Only problem was Buck kept finding himself in the middle of the night almost sliding off.
The phone in his hand lit up pulling Buck from his thoughts. He looked over at Wanda a moment, she was sitting on probably the only clear spot in the whole lab with her legs pulled up and messing around on a tablet. Not sure where she got it, probably something Stark left around. His phone lit up again. Two messages from Steve. First was just him bitching about being bored and the next was of a statue. Buck's brow furrowed as he looked at it a moment longer. He laughed softly before smiling. Steve's commentary was sometimes nothing short of brilliant, 'I would really like to know what kind of pain this artist was in that caused him to make this.' The statue was of a man releasing or catching a turtle frozen in action but it took a moment for Buck to realize. First look it definitely looked like a man fucking a turtle. Whoever thought that was a good statue to put in a public place was cracked.
"That our fearless leader?" Tony asked distractedly as he continued to work on the arm. It would have been easier if Buck just removed it but it was such a bitch to get back on sometimes.
"Yeah." Buck shifted gently and responded to Steve.
"That's a smile. He sent you a dick pic, huh?" Buck could hear the humor in his tone but was kind of confused.
"Don't answer that!" Wanda called from her place on the table. "I don't want to know."
"A what?" Buck asked ignoring her.
"Damnit."
"You don't know what a dick pic is?" Tony looked up from the arm with a Cheshire smile. "A dick pic is just that. It's a picture your boy sends you of his dick. Can also be other sexual motions," he stated slowly and watching Buck for a reaction.
"Wait! You can do that?" Buck exclaimed loudly.
"And there goes our movie night. See you two later." With that Wanda hopped off the table and wandered out as Buck looked down at his phone then back up at Tony, twice before speaking.
"How much longer you have on the arm." Tony made a painful sound while cursing himself as he ducked his head back and continuing to work.
The arm was fixed in record time allowing Buck to rush back to his apartment, stopping briefly at Wanda's room to apologize. She waved him off with a smile telling him to entertain his boy. Buck flew into the apartment, all but slamming the door behind him as he started to shuck clothes all the way to the bedroom. He stopped and stared at their empty bed. Steve had been gone a little over a week. He knew what he signed up for but it still sucked being without him for stretches of time. Well, now it wouldn't be as bad. A grin lifted his lips at the thought as he climbed on the bed, after finishing undressing, and started to root around in the nightstand on Steve's side.
A half empty tube of lube and their black spiral butt plug landed on the bed before he shut the drawer. He laid them out next to him with a smirk as he angled himself just right, stretched out and snapped the first photo. He looked like a flailing moron. The photo was almost instantly deleted. Definitely not the look he was going for. His brow furrowed as he started to arrange himself more purposefully, remembering the old pin up girls. The covers got kicked over his lower legs and he threw his metal arm over his head as he made sure he got his whole naked body in the shot as well as the toy. His lips curled up mischievously as he took the picture.
So much better. Now for his next idea. He looked around the room trying to figure out how he'd take this one. His eyes landed on the plug. Well, the how could wait. The phone fell to the mattress as he fall onto his back. His metal hand wrapped around his half hard cock and started to stroke causing his breath to hitch. When Steve was gone Buck rarely touched himself. In the months since they had gotten together Steve had downright spoiled him. Buck sped up just thinking about Steve's mouth wrapped around his cock. They both had a thing for sucking each other off.
He switched hands as he pictured it. His metal hand felt around on the bed for the lube before popping the cap and drizzling a heavy amount on his cock, letting it leak down between his cheeks. He kept stroking as he reached through his legs, trailing his fingers through the lube and following it's path until he reached his hole. It had been to long. The night before Steve left Buck had been the one on top. He had tied Steve up against the door, arms stretched above his head. Buck had definitely kept him there for close to three hours. In between doing various chores he'd stop and fuck him delirious before going back to what he needed to do. Steve's bags got packed, the kitchen was cleaned and even dinner was made before Buck untied him and that was only so he could eat. After that he dragged him back to the bedroom. He wanted Steve exhausted when he step foot on that quinjet the next morning. Steve always hated long flights, best to make sure he slept through that one.
Just thinking about that night caused a loud moan to fall from his lips. He moaned again as he circled his slick finger around his hole, teasing just a touch before pushing in. His whole body constricted. It had definitely been sometime since he was the one being fucked. After a few minutes he added another finger, then another until his hole was well stretched. His flesh hand kept stroking him as he fingered himself, feeling his orgasm building and building.
"Fuck..." he muttered as he slowly pulled his fingers out and clumsily rose from the bed, hand still on his cock. He wiped his fingers on the sheet before grabbing his phone and looking around his room. He had an idea but it needed a creative solution. For a moment he stopped and briefly considered asking JARVIS for help but no, nope. Just no. He'd think of something else.
His eyes track across their room before they landed on the nightstand. Perfect height, as long as- Yes! His phone did have a 15 second delay. That was enough time. He positioned the phone on the nightstand before climbing on the bed, picking up the plug and covering it in lube. He navigated through the camera app, realizing it could even take multiple pictures, five to be precise. His eyes lit up before grinning impishly. Both were set before he quickly got onto the bed and into position; on his knees, chest to the bed with his ass up for the camera to see. He held his cheeks open, with the plug in one hand as the first shutter went off, fifteen seconds later, the plug was teasing at his hole, another two shutters. Then he pushed the toy in punching another moan from him.
He swore under his breath as he fucked the toy in and out of his hole as he heard the last two shutters go off. For a moment he stopped, catching his breath. He was so wound up, almost on a hair trigger. Almost. Just needed to change a few things. He pulled the toy out and threw it on the bed beside him before he turned, pulling open the nightstand drawer. The plug felt great but he wanted something bigger, something closer to Steve's size. They did have one toy that was a little smaller than Steve but it would have to do.
He climbed back fully onto the bed, laying with his back propped against the headboard before traveling the toy down his stomach, down past his balls before gently pushing it inside. His breath hitched again as he flicked the switch on the end. The vibrations hit just right against his prostate as waves of pleasure washed over him. His metal hand found his cock and started to furious stroke up and down, up and down.
His flesh hand gripped the sheets a moment, wiping off the extra lube before picking up his phone. It took a few tries but he was able to pull up Steve's chat log before sending off the first picture, the teaser. He waited a few moments, fucking himself with the vibrator and stroking his cock. Eyes halfway clothed and passively watching his phone. He was close, so god damn close but it wasn't time. There was one last step of his plan.
The phone lit up with one message. 'Fuck Bucky... I am working!'
Buck grinned as he typed out a response, 'Aww, come on Stevie... Don't b shy.. For me? Please?' He knew that would do it. Steve was captured. A moment later his phone rang.
"Stevie," Buck moaned out just as the line connected.
"Buck..." Steve sounded wrecked. The soft sound of traffic could be heard in the backroom but it was slowly getting softer as he could hear Steve moving around. "You can't just send that stuff... Who even gave you that idea?" Buck moaned loudly as he pushed the vibrator deeper. "Shit, Buck?"
"Don't matter. Fuck, Stevie. Wish you were here."
"Give me a minute. There's a private bathroom here... Fuck. Bucky, I was working."
"Was? Catch you at a- Fuck, right there... At a bad time?"
"I said give me a minute!" Steve all but whisper-shouted into the phone. In the background Buck could hear the sound of a door opening and then slamming shut. "Thank god! Single stall. Buck what the hell are you doing?"
"Fucking my ass with the vibrator wishing it was your cock." Buck could hear Steve release a string of curses in the background. With a grin he pulled the phone from his ear and pulled their chat log up once more before sending the rest of the pictures. He hadn't taken the time to look at them until now and fuck, they were filthy and he knew Steve would love them.
"Got something else for you," he stated softly as he watched the bar turn green signaling they were sent and received.
"What? Buck?" Steve asked, voice fading as Buck imaged he was pulling the phone away from his ear. "Fuck, look at you. God damn, Buck, you wish it was my cock, huh? Fuck."
"Stevie? Mmm, you like?" Buck could hear rustling on the other end of the phone hoping it meant what he thought it meant.
"Damn it yes, doll. I have my hand on my cock in the bathroom of some random cafe. What do you think?"
Buck moaned long and hard at the image, stroking his cock faster. He put the phone on speaker before balancing it on his chest. "Been wanting you for days. Got the idea from one of the guys. Wish I had thought of it sooner. I'm close."
"Yeah? You sound so pretty, doll. That vibrator feel good in you?"
"Mhmm."
"Probably not as good as me. Wish I was there to fuck you." A soft growl hit Buck's ears, the sound Steve made when he was really, really riled up. They switched often but if Buck tried really hard then he'd push Steve past the point of no return. Stevie's dominant side would come out and well, Buck never walked right the next day. Even with accelerated healing.
"Yes, happy trade."
"Damn right. Fuck, I'd hold you down, wrap my hand around her neck and just pound that ass of yours. I know how much you love when I hold you down by your throat. Don't think I haven't notice how your cock twitches when I squeeze just a little bit. Could watch that all day, watch your cock drool precum, waiting for me to let you cum.”
"Stevie..."
"You said you're close but you ain't gonna shoot until I tell you. Got that? I'm close too but you gotta do something for me first."
"Yes, Stevie. Anything." Buck's legs widened at the positively feral tone in Steve's voice as his hand left his own cock to play with his nipples. He shifted and the vibrator was back on his prostate. He moaned loudly.
"Sound so good, doll. I want, fuck... I want you to take another picture of yourself, show me how you're fucking yourself with that toy. Show me how much you want a cock in you." Buck whimpered in acknowledgement before he picked up the phone and pulled one leg back. With his metal hand he held the toy and took the picture. As he sent it off he couldn't help but fuck the toy in and out of himself a few times before going back to stroking himself. The picture showed his stretch hole, dripping in lube and Buck knew the moment Steve saw it. Another of those growls came through the receiver.
"Stevie."
"I'm so close. So damn close, doll. Fuck, I'd give anything to cum in you. B-Buck!" The sudden shout coursed through Buck as his own orgasm punched out of him. Stripes of cum landed wildly across his chest as he convulsed in pleasure. It took a minute for the aftershocks to wear off and his brain to come back online, even if just partially.
"Best idea ever," Buck muttered as he pulled the toy out slowly, moaning softly before he threw it on the bed and falling back into the mattress.
"Not sure if that was brilliant or cruel. I'm probably not going to be home for another week at least."
"Well, we have a week to experiment with this idea now," Buck replied impishly, already so many ideas flashed through his mind.
Nine days. It had been nine days since Buck had sent those pictures, had Steve fucking into his hand in a public bathroom while telling him how much he missed his ass. The pictures that spurred Steve out into the city in his downtime looking for the nearest sex shop. Nine days and Steve was finally coming home. They got the clear for extraction earlier this morning. Buck found out just about an hour ago.
Any minute, if his math was correct, Steve would walk through the doors of their apartment. Any minute he'd be able to drag the love of his life back to their shared bedroom and ruin him. A little thank you for returning in one piece. He had it all planned out in his head, going over details as he made dinner. Nothing special just something that'll be good reheated because who knows when they'd get to it. Just simple homemade pizza. Bruce, surprisingly enough, taught him how last month. Buck had been coming back from Wanda's room with a few more books in hand when Bruce had pulled him into a conversation. It was still stilted in parts, unsure but Bruce understood and never pushed. In the end Bucky learned an awesome new recipe for pizza from scratch.
"Sir?"
"Yes, Jarvis?"
"As you requested I am informing you that Captain Rogers has landed and seems to be making a very direct path here. I estimate at the speeds he's traveling, he'll be here in three minutes and two seconds. Oh, and your pizzas ready."
"Thanks," Buck said quietly as he took the pizza out of the oven and placed it on a cooling rack. Perfect timing. He took the covered in flour t-shirt he had been sporting off, throwing it into the hamper in the bathroom. He came back out into the living room just in time to watch their apartment door fly open. Steve stood there a moment before coming in and slamming the door behind him. That wasn't three minutes at all. A feral smile curled Bucky's lips as he realized Steve must have- Steve killed his train of thought by roughly forcing Buck against the wall. One hand around his throat and the other on his hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. Steve looked down on Buck, using his few inches to crowd him in even more.
"Buck," Steve breathed out, voice pitched low in his chest. Buck licked his lips and smirked. He extended his neck and looked at Steve before licking his lips. Instantly, he felt the hand on his hip tighten. "Just sat through a seven hour flight back thinking about you, thinking about what I'm gonna do to you."
"I made pizza," he informed Steve with a knowing look, shifting his hips and bringing his flush with Steve's. "Was thinking we could cuddle on the couch, maybe-" He was cut short as Steve kissed him roughly. The hand on his hip moved up his shift as Steve let out one of his growls. Seems Buck's plans were going out the window but these turn of events were really more to his liking.
Steve raked his fingernails down Buck's ribs causing him to throw his head back and hiss. That was playing dirty. Buck grabbed each of Steve's biceps and pushed backward. He moved an inch before throwing his weight forward, causing Buck to slam back against the wall. Another little growl left Steve's lips as both his hand snaked down to Buck's ass.
"You've been fucking teasing me all week. Working me up until I just have to call you with my dick in my hand or my fingers in my ass."
"Don't lie, Stevie. You were giving as good as you got. Fuck, that picture of your hole. Sloppy and open, just waiting to be fucked." Steve ground his hips forward as a moan fell from his lips. Buck leaned forward. Swallowed up the following moan as he thrust his hips forward, making sure to grind their cocks together, once, twice before Steve grabbed each hip, slamming him back against the wall. His hands went back to Buck's ass, each grabbing a handful of flesh. Buck moaned loudly as each hand left bruises, both his arms wound around Steve's shoulders. One hand came to land at the back of his head, tangling his fingers as best he could through the short hair there.
Steve lifted him off his feet effortlessly, causing Buck to wrap his legs around Steve's waist. God, Buck was so turned on and he showed it as he practically writhed against Steve as he brought them into the bedroom. Steve kissed him hard once before dropping him on the bed. A moment later he followed, after discarding his shirt. Their lips crashed together, as hands pulled at clothes. Buck's shirt was ripped clean off of him. The button on Steve's pant popped off but soon both were completely naked with Steve pinning Buck down. Steve ground his hips down causing both to pull back and moan.
"I'm gonna guess that you want to top tonight, huh?"
"How the fuck are you still talking?" Steve pulled away and flipped Buck onto his front, making sure to pull his ass up. "Look at you," he whispered as he kneaded Buck's ass before pulling the cheeks apart.
"Steve," Buck moaned when he felt Steve's hot breath on him. Fuck, he had barely been touched but already he was so close. He pushed his ass back as he whimpered. He heard Steve chuckle richly behind him before the first touch sent shock waves through his system. Almost three weeks since they had last been together. One of the longest times since they got together and it had driven Buck crazy in so many different ways.
He felt a hand glide across his back as Steve's tongue danced across his hole, back and forth, teasing before pushing the tip ever so slightly in. Buck shifted enough so he was able to get a hand around his cock, only for Steve to stop him. A strong hand wrapped tightly around his wrist and held him still as he kept up the hard swipes of his tongue.
"Please, Steve. Please," he begged, trying to get some friction on his cock but it was no use. Steve had him locked down as he continued to open Buck up with his tongue. It started calm and teasing but soon as Buck got more and more desperate to come Steve lost control. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could while grabbing Buck's hips, pulling him in as close as possible.
Buck's nerves were singing loudly as he arched his back and took it. Steve was opening him up, getting him sloppy and wet with just his mouth. Bucky cried out, throwing his head back and cumming all over the bed spread beneath him. He shuddered as a choked off moan ripped from him. Steve kept up his assault until Buck stopped twitching. Then he pulled back, one hand still firmly grasping Buck's ass as he leaned over and grabbed their favorite lube from the bedside table. He coated two fingers before sliding his clean hand up Buck's back and holding him down by the back of the neck.
"That's one. How many more you got in you, Buck?" Steve practically purred before roughly shoving a finger in. Buck moaned as he tried to lift up on shaky arms but Steve wouldn't let him. He kept Buck pinned, chest to the mattress as he fucked him with a single finger for a moment and watched as Buck all but presented his ass. He tilted his hips higher until Steve rubbed against his prostate. He did it again, and again, before adding the second finger and scissoring Buck open. Usually he took his time, made sure he was loose enough to take Steve but they were both so on edge. Both needing this.
"Just fuck me already," Buck practically moaned out as he pushed back and spread his legs even wider.
"Until you pass out, Buck," Steve muttered under his breath as he shifted on the bed. Buck still heard it, both always forgetting about the enhanced hearing but he didn't mind. That sounded amazing. "Fuck!" he cried out as he felt Steve start to press the tip of his cock into Buck, with his fingers still in. The stretch was amazing and just this side of pleasurably painful. As he slide in his fingers fell away. Buck could feel Steve drizzle more lube where they were joined before he thrust forward.
Buck screamed out as Steve bottomed out, resting only a moment before he started to thrust. Steve leaned down, flattening his chest to Buck's back before taking both hands and raking his nails down Buck's spine Another loud moan as his whole body shuddered. He pushed back meeting every thrust as he tried to snake his hand between his legs once more and once more Steve stopped him.
"You're going to cum on my cock. Like you came on my mouth. Then after your going to fuck my mouth."
"What if- Fuck! Steve right there. Yes!"
"What if what?" Steve asked feigning innocence even if the illusion was lost with the tension in his voice.
"Not sure I'll be able to- Shit- Able to stand to fuck your mouth after this."
"Oh, I have ideas for that too." He thrust sharply before pulling back, balancing back on his knees as he grabbed Buck's ass and pulled the cheeks apart. Buck looked back in time to see Steve just watching his cock fuck into Buck's hole. Shit, he had an idea and he was only half sure it was a good idea.
"My phone." Steve faltered in movement as he looked up at Buck who's hand was reaching out to the nightstand where his phone was still charging.
"What the fuck, Buck?" His grip tightened as his gaze darkened. "Am I boring you?" Buck could feel even more bruises forming, he hoped these were deep enough to stick around. A stuttering moan came out of him as he pushed back into Steve.
"Fuck, no, Grab my phone. Steve... Take- Take a picture. Wanna see your cock fucking my hole. Wanna save it for the next time- Fuck!" Steve's hands left his ass and grabbed each bicep as he fucked into him frantically.
"Yes, yes. Fuck so good. You're amazing." Steve tried to keep up the pace as he leaned over and grabbed the phone. He eased up just enough for Buck to pull up to his elbows and watch as Steve grabbed his ass and pulled one cheek aside before angling his camera, taking multiple pictures as he fucked Buck. "That's enough." The phone was tossed aside before he reached forward and pulled Buck up to his chest, driving his cock forward and hitting Buck's prostate on every thrust.
"Close," Buck choked out as he wound the metal arm back and grabbed at the hair on the back of Steve's head and pulled.
"Fuck!" Steve shouted as he fucked forward, hard and stuttered. Buck could feel him empty inside of him as Buck threw his head back and shouted, cumming hard.
They collapsed, Steve still inside of him as they rolled to their sides and panted. Steve's arms wound around Buck's torso, holding him fast as both tried to catch their breath. Steve was still half hard inside of him, pressing against all the right spots as he rode out the last waves of his orgasm. He shifted a few times and moaned just as Steve did. Both over sensitive and wanting more.
Steve wound his hand around before loosely grasping Buck's cock. He shuddered, almost pulling away as Steve just slowly stroked him. "Ready to fuck my mouth?"
"Fuck, Steve..."
"I'm going to take that as a yes." Buck nodded enthusiastically before fucking back onto Steve's half hard cock.
"What were these ideas you had?" Buck asked almost breathlessly
"Good of you to ask," Steve sat up looming over Buck with a positively devilish smile.