Cold Shower *
It was one of those days when you suddenly decide to take a shower with your boyfriend. And it was one of those relationships that you hide from your friends.
It wasn’t because of Steve, lord knows he was nothing but kind and considerate to you. Late at night, he would open his door and cross the corridor to your room on tiptoe. Somehow, he got a kick out of it. He loved the thrill of getting caught, he was a soldier pretending to be a spy.
The burning hot water poured down over you and steam started to fog the mirror. Your hands explored his chest as he kissed you long and slow; his tongue slid against yours, soft and warm. Drops of warm water trickled down your back, tickling your skin. You moaned when his hands pulled you tight against his hard crotch.
The tub was slippery under your feet. You wondered if a quickie in the shower was worth breaking a leg, but you should have known that quick wasn’t part of Steve’s vernacular.
He broke the kiss and combed his fingers through your slick hair, chuckling when you chased after his mouth. His fingers got caught in the mess that was now your wet, tangled hair. Slowly, he sat back on his haunches, his lips trailing down your stomach, sucking the droplets of water from your skin.
You pressed your hands up against the wall to steady yourself as Steve parted your folds and teased you with the tip of his tongue. He licked and sucked until he could feel your walls tighten around his fingers.
You lifted your foot over the edge of the tub, allowing him to go deeper and gazed down at him. He looked at you in the eye while suckling your clit with full pouting lips. The sight was too much for you to bear, you closed your eyes shut and came with a strangled moan.
He left open-mouthed kisses along the edge of your hipbone as his fingers worked you through your orgasm. When you opened your eyes again, he quickly rose to his feet and captured your lips in a searing kiss.
You moved to return the favour, but he stopped you. “I need to be inside you.” He groaned, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
He lifted one of your legs and wrapped it around his waist. His arms circled around your torso, locking you into place as he aligned himself with your entrance. The blunt head of his cock nudged between your folds before he pushed his full length inside your pussy in a single, slow thrust.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He almost lost it when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth.
He got lost in your eyes before your airy laugh pulled him out of his reverie. You smiled at each other as the warm water hit your shoulders. Steve built up a steady rhythm that made your mouth open in a silent gasp of pleasure.
Right after you came down from your second orgasm, the bathroom door opened and closed quickly. Steve grimaced when the sound forced him to stop, he had been so close to his own climax and you felt sorry for him.
“Steve, it’s me. Mind if we talk?” Bucky asked.
Steve looked at you, his eyes were the size of saucers and you briefly wondered if yours were as wide.
“You didn’t close the door?” You hissed under your breath.
“I thought I did.” You hit him on the chest, it made a small splashy sound. “Your fault, you had your hand inside my boxers.” He whispered back before he raised his voice, “Kind of in the middle of somethin’, Buck. Can you wait?”
You heard Bucky sigh before he said, “I think I’m in love with Natasha.”
There was a minute of complete silence before you whispered in Steve’s ear. “It’s okay, talk to him.”
Steve told Bucky to go on before he looked at you and mouthed an apology. You eased his worried with a chaste kiss.
You heard Bucky close the lid of the toilet seat and sit down. His voice quivered as he drew a tense breath. Bucky talked about his feelings for Natasha and it was incredibly sweet. You felt guilty for eavesdropping, but you couldn’t just walk away.
Steve was conflicted. He wanted to help his friend, but the water was getting cold and you were shivering. He fidgeted from foot to foot, which made his cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. You moaned against his chest and prayed that Bucky didn’t hear it.
“The water’s gettin’ cold, Bucky. Can you wait for me in my room? I won’t be long.” Steve said when your teeth started to chatter. He wrapped his arms tighter around you, but you were still shivering.
“Natasha’s in your room. Says she needs to tell you something.” He let out a small laugh. “Just get out. Don’t mind me.”
“Why does everyone want to talk to me today?” Steve groaned in your ear. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
“C-Cold.” You stuttered and he pulled you closer to his warm body.
“I know, babe, I’m so sorry.” He took a deep breath and said to Bucky, “Can you wait in the hall?”
“C’mon, man.” Bucky sighed. “I’ve seen you naked before.”
You raised your head to look at Steve. His face was a bright shade of red, it could have kept you warm for a lifetime.
“It was one time!” He said loudly, seemingly talking to Bucky, but looking at you in the eye the whole time. “It was only because you were nursing me and you only saw my butt.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself, I was there.” Bucky said through a chuckle. “Are you coming or not?”
“Yeah, Steve, are you going to come?” You whispered in his ear, rolling your hips. He groaned low in his throat as he met your thrust.
“Which one did he see? Skinny butt or Captain America’s butt?” You asked, smacking his ass. He moaned and pushed himself deeper inside you. Fire spread through you as you both approached your climax.
“What’s that noise?” Bucky asked. “Are you jerking off?”
Steve couldn’t reply, he was trying to keep his moans as low as possible. He failed miserably when your third orgasm threw him over the edge. He released himself inside you with a low groan.
“Oh, my God! You are jerking off. Sorry, man.”
Steve pulled out of you, blinking away the bright colours that swayed before his eyes while you muffled a giggle against his chest.
“Everyone masturbates, Steve. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Bucky said very seriously and it only made you laugh harder.
“Stop laughing, he’s gonna hear us.” Steve hissed before he raised his voice. “I was not jerking off! Geez, Bucky!”
“Just make sure you clean everything after.” Bucky said.
It was so hard to laugh quietly. Steve affectionately rolled his eyes before he started to laugh too. In his confusion he whispered to you that he wasn’t masturbating, and you cocked an eyebrow at him before he shouted,
“I love you.”
The room went silent. Steve cringed as Bucky cleared his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Clearly the words were directed at you, but Bucky still believed that he was alone with Steve.
“Uh, I’ll wait outside.” Bucky said before he left.
Steve took a towel from the rack and put it around your waist as you asked, “You meant that?”
He sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, kissing your forehead. “I love you. I couldn’t have picked a worse moment to tell you that, but I do love you.”
“I love you too.” You kissed him. “Just next time you say it, I’d like to be wearing clothes.” You chuckled, hugging the towel closer.
“Can’t promise you that.” He gave you a lopsided grin that made you chuckle.
The next day, you woke up with a sore throat, and it wasn’t long before you started to sneeze and cough. Your little misdemeanour in the bathroom gave you a runny nose and a hoarse voice. Thanks to the super soldier serum Steve felt perfectly fine, but he felt so guilty that he had literally tried to drown you with hot soups and cups of tea.
“What bib Batasha bant?” You asked, sniffing noisily as he put another cup of tea next to the pile of used tissues.
Before he could reply Natasha’s voice startled you as she sat next to you. “Batasha wanted you to know that since my room is literally next to yours, I know that you guys have been having lots of sex lately.”
“Oh, Bod!” You buried your face in your hands as Steve placed a kiss on the top of your head.
“But the good news is,” She got up from her seat. “We’re almost even.” She smirked and followed Bucky down the hall.