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      Explicit
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  Category:
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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers, Pepper_Potts/Tony_Stark, Bruce_Banner/
      Betty_Ross, Peter_Parker/Mary_Jane_Watson, Clint_Barton/Natasha_Romanov
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      Potts, Natasha_Romanov, Clint_Barton, Sam_Wilson_(Marvel), Bruce_Banner,
      Betty_Ross, Peggy_Carter, Maria_Hill, Phil_Coulson, Peter_Parker, Mary
      Jane_Watson, Reed_Richards, Chester_Phillips, Carol_Danvers, Brock
      Rumlow, Timothy_"Dum_Dum"_Dugan, Gabe_Jones, Jim_Morita
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      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Teenage_Steve_Rogers, Steve_Is_a_Month_Shy_of_17, Teenage_Bucky_Barnes,
      Bucky_is_18, Established_Relationship, Prom, Something_About_Sex_with
      Bucky_Wearing_Only_His_Tie, Pre-Serum_Steve_Rogers, Alternate_Universe_-
      No_Powers, Skinny!Steve, Bottom_Steve_Rogers, Top_Bucky_Barnes, Coming
      Out, Bucky's_Been_Nominated_for_Prom_King, Anal_Sex, Anal, Anal
      Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Rimming, Dirty_Talk, First_Time, Steve's_First_Time
      Bottoming, Two_Boys_In_So_Much_Damn_Love_with_Each_Other, Smut, Fluff_and
      Smut, Shameless_Smut, Tooth-Rotting_Fluff, Feels, Artist_Steve_Rogers,
      Protective_Bucky_Barnes, Bucky_and_Natasha_Dance, and_it's_awesome
  Series:
      Part 2 of Buck_Me, Part 19 of Stucky_Porn_Prompt_Challenge
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-17 Words: 14176
****** Honey, We're Coming Out In Style ******
by OhCaptainMyCaptain
Summary
     [Sequel to Buck_Me.]
     It’s really fucking difficult not to pounce on Bucky when the brunet
     walks back over to him, slightly sweaty and catching his breath with
     a grin. Even in the darkened room, Bucky can still seem to see the
     expanse of Steve’s pupils, turning his grin into a smirk as he leans
     in and says in his ear, “Someone like that?”
     “You know I like watchin’ you dance, you fuckin’ jerk,” Steve mumbles
     back, just loud enough for him to hear.
     “Wish I could get you alone right now,” Bucky nearly growls. “Would
     fuck you until you screamed.”
     Steve’s mouth falls open, and in his pants, he gets impossibly
     harder. But before he can sputter anything out in response, Bucky’s
     straightening back up with an innocent look on his face. Steve just
     stands there... cursing Bucky over and over in his head and hoping to
     god they can find some time later to get each other alone when
     they’re at one of the hotel rooms. Even a bathroom with all of their
     friends on the other side of the door would be perfectly fine right
     about now.
Notes
     This story is dedicated to my best friend/sounding board for
     basically everything/life saver who lets me whine to her about
     basically everything during my clusterfuck-of-a-writing-process,
     shanology <3 My eternal thanks to her, not just for - as always -
     reading my shit before it ever gets posted and helping me along the
     way, but for also loving this story more than anyone else on the
     planet xD Seriously, I'm sure over half of these hits are only the
     result of her reccing it and Buck Me so much. I am not worthy, but
     all the same, I can never thank her enough <3 ONE DAY I will get my
     shit together and write •REC for you, baby :P
     Prompts for this installment (set specifically in this universe):
     1. Prom Night
     2. Steve bottoming for the first time
     3. Bucky fucking Steve wearing nothing but a tie
     4. Seeing some more of the other Marvel characters introduced in the
     first story (maybe some established relationships?)
     My Tumblr is basically a place for Stucky, Sebastian Stan, Chris
     Evans, Marvel, smut, or inappropriate humour - so if you feel like
     coming and hanging out with me, please do <3
See the end of the work for more notes
The limo pulls up to the curb in front of Steve’s place at a quarter to seven,
just like Bucky said it would. Steve’s been standing by the front door since
six-fifteen; peeking out the window, dressed to the nines in his suit. It’s not
that he's been nervous, per say – not as if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure
that Bucky would show up or anything. But it’s prom. In high school, there are
only two real events that  truly define your overall experience: SATs and prom.
Somehow, prom feels like the scarier feat of the two.
Tonight’s going to be a big night. He and Bucky have talked about it throughout
the week, in thorough detail. They’ve checked and re-checked with the other, to
make sure both parties were still on board and didn’t want to back out at the
last minute. Bucky was a little more worried about Steve in that regard, but
Steve knew that there was no one better than Buckyto do something like this
with. So he’d agreed and he isn’t about to back out now.
“He’s here, ma,” Steve calls out, backing away from the window so Bucky won’t
see him staring when he comes walking up to the front door. He can hear his
mother hopping up from the couch in the living room, making an excited,
squealing sound. When she practically hops down the hallway to join him in the
front entrance, she’s got her camera in hand and a big smile on her face.
Steve’s palms are already sweating. He sees the camera and groans.
“Aw, c’monma – no pictures! Does this have to be so stereotypical?” he
complains. He’d tried his best to look great for Bucky. Yes, he wants to look
nice in general; it’s fucking prom, he obviously doesn’t want to look like ass.
But he’s seen his boyfriend’s suit, even if he hasn’t actually seen Bucky init
yet. He can only imagine how amazing Bucky’s going to look when he opens up
that door, and he wants to at least tryto look just as nice – be someone Bucky
deservesto have by his side on a night as big as this. But he wouldn't say he
feels confident enough to be permanently documented forever.
Sarah gives him a look and snaps his picture - just for Steve to get that
little indignant little face he gets sometimes, before he can’t help but smile
reluctantly. “Forgive mefor being a proud mom right now, Steven,” she says,
going all ‘Mama Says’ on him. “But it’s mybaby’s prom, so if I want to take
your picture, I’m goingto take your picture. It’s not like I’m going to be able
to turn around and just see your face forever, you know.”
Steve’s expression softens. He’s made no plans of moving out come Fall, but
they’ve spoken before about him potentially looking for a place closer to the
city by his second year of University. It’s still a year and a half away, but
he senses that this is one of those surreal moments where his mom’s trying not
to get overly emotional at how quickly her son’s grown up. He takes one look at
the brightness of her eyes and the slight wobble in her smile, and his resolve
crumples. Sighing with a smile of his own, he holds out his hand for the
camera.
“Here,” he says, “let’s take one together then.”
Taking it, he holds out his arm and she leans in, pressing her cheek to his
temple. Tilting down the camera, Sarah beams and Steve tries to give his best
smile as he snaps the picture. After turning the camera around and checking it
out, Sarah hugs him to her and kisses the top of his head.
“Your father would’ve been so proud of you,” she murmurs, with only a small
trace of sadness. “You look so much like him these days; so handsome.”
“C’mon, ma, don’t get all sad on me,” Steve replies gently. But he rises just a
bit onto his tip-toes and kisses her cheek. “Thank you,” he says. She smiles
back down at him, eyes shining, when the doorbell rings.
“That must be James,” she says excitedly, turning away from Steve and opening
up the door. With where he’s standing, Steve’s facing the opened door and can’t
see Bucky on the other side. Sarah’s eyes light up and she jokes, “Took you
long enough to get from the curb to here – did you stop to ask for directions?”
Then she holds out her arms for a hug.
(Sarah was the first person they’d told, the day after they’d come clean about
their feelings for each other. The volume with which she’d shrieked with
delight made Steve think he was about to go deaf.)
He hears Bucky chuckle and reply, “Nice to see you, too, Mrs. Rogers.”
As he steps into the house and hunches down a bit to give Sarah a hug, she mock
chides, “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Sarah?”
The hug is affectionate and tight. “About as many times as I have to tell you
to call me ‘Bucky’,” he says, smiling.
Pulling away, she places her hands on his arms and takes in the sight of Bucky
in his suit. “Mrs. Rogers makes me feel old,” she says.
“Well you don’t look a day over twenty-nine,” Bucky says charmingly.
Sarah pretends to be offended. “Twenty-nine?” she repeats. “I would’ve
preferred twenty-five, but…” She chuckles and drops the charade. “You look very
nice,” she compliments. Gesturing towards Steve with her hand, she says, “I
assume you’re here to pick up thisone.”
Bucky turns his head. The secondhe sees Steve, his entire face completely
lights up. Steve’s already staring - has been since Bucky walked in to claim
that hug. Just when he thinks Bucky can’t go and look even better, Steve’s
always proven wrong. The suit he’d chosen is the perfect cut and sits
exactlyright on his five-foot-eleven frame. It’s a straight black jacket-pants
combo, with a blood red silk dress shirt underneath and a dark blue tie. He’s
got his adopted dad’s cuff links on his wrists, and his jet black dress shoes
are perfectly polished. His normally-shaggy brown hair – looking like it’s been
trimmed and cleaned up around the edges – is worn differently; parted on the
left side of his head and slightly slicked back.
He looks breathtaking.
“Wow!” Bucky says, unable to keep the awe from his voice. “You look… Steve, you
look great.” Chuckling softly, he comes towards him and gives him a small hug.
They know they could get away with a little kiss – but Steve’s mom is standing
right there, and Steve’s not overly comfortable with PDA in front her yet.  
“You cut your hair,” Bucky murmurs next to his ear. Steve blushes and nods,
feeling self-conscious about it all over again. He’s worn his hair the exact
same way – shaggy and perfectly side-swept – for the last three years. But
after Sarah had innocently asked him if he wanted to do anything with it for
prom, he’d thought that maybe a change was in order. So he’d gotten it cut that
afternoon. It’s so much shorter in comparison, needing only a little bit of
product to give it that slightly messy look. His short bangs are out of his
face and appearing juston the border of intentional while still looking like he
hadn’t put as much thought into it as he definitely had.
He’s also got his contacts in, so his glasses wouldn’t take away from the
bright hue of his eyes. In terms of his clothing, he parallels Bucky while also
being his contrast – a black suit with a dark bluedress shirt and a crimson red
tie. He’s wearing the cuff links his dad wore at his and his mother’s wedding,
and though his dress shoes aren’t polished, they still look spiffy. Overall, he
thinks he looks pretty decent. Or at least, he hopes. But the hair, he’s still
getting used to; still isn’t sure whether he likes the change or not.
Touching it, he replies, “Yeah, earlier today… Does it look okay?”
“It’s so different,” Bucky admits, but his eyes are taking it in with that look
of wonder. “Can’t remember the last time I could see your face this easily. I
like it, it suits you.”
Steve just smiles shyly and nods, figuring he won’t be stubborn and fight him
on it in front of his mother. She gets them to stand side by side and pose for
a few (dozen) pictures. It gets to the point where Bucky starts laughing and
Steve has to remind her that their friends arewaiting in the limousine.
Reluctantly, she replies, “Fiiiine,” and pulls Steve into another hug.
“Don’t worry, Mrs. Rogers, I’ll take care of him,” Bucky promises, now standing
in the doorway patiently.
She shoots him one of those motherly looks. “You’d better,” she says, only a
littleserious. “I expect a text from you when you get to the hotel, young man,”
she then says, turning back to Steve. The entire group pitched in and got
themselves a couple of adjoining rooms at one of the nice hotels close to their
school so they could take the party there once the dance ended.
“I will,” Steve says for about the tenth time that evening.
She cups his face and kisses his forehead. “You guys have fun.”
“Thanks, ma. Love you.”
“Love you too, sweetheart. Alright, get going before they leave without you,”
she jokes.
They say bye and head to the stretch limo. Steve’s never been in a limo before.
Bucky opens the door for him and when Steve climbs inside, he’s only afforded a
split second to gawk at the fancy interior before being reminded of all of
their friends already inside, crowding most of the space. They immediately
start lightheartedly heckling him.
“Finally!”
“Thought you two were suddenly bailing!”
“Decide to have a quickie or something, Rogers?”
“I’m pretty sure I had a birthdaypass since we pulled up.”
Steve rolls his eyes, smiling, and finds an empty place to sit. Bucky slides in
behind him and takes up the last vacant spot to his left, instantly putting his
arm around Steve’s shoulder. Since he feels much more comfortable with PDA
around their friends, Steve leans into Bucky, kissing his freshly-shaven cheek.
Bucky gives him an affectionate little smile and bends his head down to peck
his lips.
“Yuck!” Tony jokes, sitting furthest away from them.
“Get a room!” Sam teases.
Bucky glances to them and then purposely kisses Steve harder, flipping them
off. They start going back and forth jabbing at each other, and then Tony
glances towards where the driver is and says, “Alright, no one else to pick up,
right? Can we get this show on the road?”
“To prom!” Maria announces.
“TO PROM!” they all echo. The engine starts back up and the limo pulls away
from the curb, setting off.
On the way, they all chat excitedly. Steve gets told more than once, by more
than one of his friends, how nice he looks. Every time, he gets the tiniest of
self-deprecating smiles and bashfully thanks them. He doesn’t think he looks
asnice as everyone’s saying he does, but it’s a reassuring thing to hear. The
rest of them, though - they all look amazing.
Natasha has her red hair in loose ringlets, wearing a black strapless dress
that straddles the perfect balance between sexy and elegant. She holds Clint’s
hand, who’s in a crisp-looking black suit with a deep purple dress shirt and
black tie. All of the guys’ suits look fancy and suave. Incidentally, they’re
all black, just with different-coloured dress shirts or ties to accentuate
their particular features. The only one of them who isn’twearing a black suit
is Tony. Instead, he has on a nice purplesuit with a white dress shirt and
black tie. Even though they’re inside the vehicle, he’s got a pair of rose-
tinted shades on as well.
Under any other circumstances and Steve would be rolling his eyes and snorting
at Tony’s incessant need to always stand out from the crowd. But the truth is,
Tony looks sharp as hell, and if Steve poked fun at him, it’d only be stemming
from his own jealousy. He’s always wished he could be as confident as Tony;
that he didn’t care what other people thought and could rocksomething like that
with nothing but pride (even if that pride was partially smugness,too).
And Pepper looks gorgeous, as usual. She has on a deep violet dress that
compliments Tony’s choice of colour, with her hair half-up and the strands
hanging around her shoulders, curled. She has her arm laced with his. The only
time Tony ever drops his cocky demeanour and softens is when he looks at
Pepper. Steve can’t help but smile whenever he catches Tony sharing a gaze with
her and slipping her his most genuine, loving smile. Tony looks at her the way
he knows Bucky looks at him.
The rest of the girls are just as stunning, too. Lizzie has her fingers
threaded with Bruce’s while they chat with Phil, Maria, and Peggy. Her dress
has two thin straps and frays just above the knees – very much unlike her
usual, more conservative style – and is sky blue, like Bruce’s tie. Her long,
brown hair is pulled up into a side bun with a pretty flower Steve’s never seen
before woven into the strands. It looks similar to Peggy’s hairstyle, only she
seems to have a little more of a nineteen-fortiesthing going on, having chosen
a vintage-esque theme in terms of her hair, makeup, and dress. Steve’s never
seen her wear that colour of green before, but he thinks it looks very
beautiful on her, and he tells her so. Maria’s got her hair downfor a change
(and it’s Bucky who comments on how he can’t remember if he’s everseen it notin
a ponytail before); gathered and hanging over one shoulder, simple and straight
but a stunningdifference for her. Maria always looks pretty, but Steve can’t
help but wonder why she never wears her hair down when it looks that gorgeous.
He has to stop himself from asking if he can run his fingers through it to see
if it feels as soft as it looks.
The point is, Steve has a verybeautiful group of friends. It’s always been a
little intimidating.
The closer they get to Shield High, the more nervous he gets. Gradually, he
stops taking part in the boisterous conversation and stares out the window,
chewing his bottom lip to keep from shaking. Big social things like this make
him nervous - which he knows doesn’t make that much sense, since he isn’t even
sure what he’s worried about. Even though he’s never been all that visible to
the opposite sex (beyond a platonic, friendly way), his general popularity was
never that big of an issue – not since about the tenth grade, when Bucky had
discovered just how badly Steve was getting bullied. He and the guys had very
swiftly and effectivelyput a stop to that. Once Steve stopped being picked on,
it was as if everyone else outside of their gang magically accepted him as
being part of the ‘in’ crowd, since all of his best friends were already
considered popular – or at the very least, were well-liked by practically
everyone.
Steve knows that Bucky and his friends are like his own shield in that sense.
Chances are, without them, he never would’ve been so easily accepted. High
school probably would’ve been a hell of a lot harder. But it is what it is, and
he was never about to fightsomething like that. So it isn’t like he’s worried
about being made fun of or bullied tonight. Sure, big crowds bring his anxiety
levels up sometimes, but that isn’t it.
Bucky knows what it is.
Feeling the body against his side growing all the more tense, he gives Steve’s
shoulder a light shake and murmurs quietly, “Hey, baby, you okay?”
“Hmm?” Steve glances up at his face and then nods. “Yeah, m’fine,” he replies,
pressing his lips in a sad attempt at a convincing smile.
Bucky’s eyes search his. “You know we don’t need to do this tonight,” he says,
referring to what they’d been discussing all week. “We ain’t on a timeline;
there’s no rush.”
“No, it’s okay,” Steve insists, shaking his head. “I wanna do this. Just a bit
nervous for it, is all. But I want it.”
Bucky smiles at him; warm and just with the one corner of his mouth. “Okay,” he
says, kissing the tip of his nose. “It’ll be fine; we’ll be fine,” he promises.
“I’ll handle it.”
Steve just nods and presses in a little closer, going back to looking out the
window. When they finally pull up outside of the school, they all pile out,
most of them trying to scramble out the door at the same time. The limo will be
back to pick them up around eleven-thirty to take the majority of them to the
hotel (with the exception of Lizzie, who has a midnight curfew, so Bruce will
be taking her home; along with Phil, who unfortunately  has to work the next
morning and was unable to get the day off). They head inside where the
gymnasium is all set up, filled with decorations, tables with snacks, punch,
and soft drinks. The main lights are off and they have some flashing ones set
up near the table where the DJ is. There really isn’t a theme going on – the
Prom Committee had difficulty coming to a consensus, so the theme just sort of
became, ‘It’s Prom, have fun or something.’
There’s a photographer set up near the door, with a small archway set up so
couples can go get their picture taken. Most of their friends beeline for it,
whereas Bucky and Steve decide to head with their single friends over to the
food table to get something to munch on. A lot of them pre-drank before picking
up Steve, but Bucky has a flask snuck into the inner breast pocket of his
jacket. Whenever the coast is clear, he’ll slip it out and take a swig before
handing it to Steve so the blond can try to catch up to the others a bit. He’s
always been a lightweight due to his size, so Bucky keeps telling him to take
it easy. Steve just hands the flask back and rolls his eyes. He knows his
limits and isn’t looking to get sloshedor anything – but it’s promfor god’s
sakes. If he wants a nice buzz, he’s going to get one. 
Steve’s grateful that a couple of their friends aren’t the dancing type because
otherwise, he and Bucky would be standing around with their thumbs up their
asses, not knowing what to do. They have a very specific plan, and Steve likes
sticking to plans. If it were up to Bucky, he’d probably just forego waiting
that long and drag Steve into the middle of the dance floor. He knows Bucky’s
only holding off because of him.
So they slowly migrate around the gym, chatting with their friends and various
other random people from their graduating class that they don’t hang out with
as much. When Gabe, Tim, Morita, and some of the other guys from Bucky’s
basketball team pull Bucky aside to chat, Steve keeps himself busy by hanging
out with one of the guys from his art class, Peter Parker. Pete’s got his
girlfriend from one of their sister schools with him. Steve’s heard a little
about her, but is relieved to find out that she’s as pleasant as Pete made her
out to be. When MJ shakes Steve’s hand, she smiles politely at him and doesn’t
look at him like a lot of other girls do (aka like he's a member of the
Lollipop Guild).
“Hey!” Clint suddenly shouts, rushing Steve out of nowhere and throwing an arm
around his shoulders. “Sorry to interrupt, but you’re needed on the dance
floor, Mr. Rogers!”
“Oh no, nothappenin’,” Steve argues, shaking his head. “You know I don’t
dance.”
“‘Fraid those aren’t myorders, champ,” Clint replies. Turning him, he points to
the mini group of their friends, dancing in the crowd. They’re all staring back
expectantly at Steve, with Tony doing hilariously over-dramatic body rolls and
beckoning Steve over with his pointer finger. Natasha has an eyebrow raised,
with that look Steve instantly recognizes as meaning that he has absolutely no
choice in the matter.
Steve tries to back away, hands held up and still shaking his head. But despite
his stammers of protest, Clint just grins and stops him from going anywhere.
His resistance proves to be futile when Natasha and Peggy decide to run over to
them and grab Steve’s wrists. There’s a small commotion of C’mon Steveand No,
no, guys, wait!and Come ooon, Steve, please?And then Steve’s with his friends
on the dance floor and hating every last one of them, but admittedly, unable to
keep from smiling. He tries to actively avoid doing any actual dancing, but
then they take turns grabbing his hands and coaxing him to at least trymoving
around. Mostly there’s just a lot of head bobbing and awkward shuffles, out of
time with the beat.
Eventually, thanks to Sam’s help in particular, Steve’s at least able to
shuffle from side to side in timewith the music. A few minutes later and Bucky
joins them, looking surprised and thrilled to see Steve actually on the dance
floor. Though he hasn’t taken them in a few years, Bucky’s parents put him in
various dance classes from the time he was about six until around his fifteenth
birthday, when he decided he wanted to switch to guitar lessons. He’s been
trained in ballet, contemporary, hip-hop, swing, and tango. Yet anotherthing to
add to the list of reasons why Bucky is basically perfect. Eventually, Bucky
has to remove his jacket and loosen his tie from getting too hot. He runs to
the coat check to deposit his and Steve’s jackets and then returns to continue
tearing up the dance floor while Steve watches and laughs, incapable of keeping
up.
Natasha grew up in a dancing family herself, so when Jason Derulo’s Talk Dirty
to Mecomes on, they break out into one of their spontaneously choreographed
routines together; mixing up hip-hop with some tango and
eroticallyinappropriate body rolls against each other. A small circle forms
around them and everyone from their group – Steve included – starts cheering
them on and whistling. Steve’s glad that the lights are dim because he’s
completely hard by the time the two finish. Bucky dancing has always driven
Steve crazy, especially when he watches Bucky with a partner – because Bucky
gets so passionate about it; gets so lost in the rhythm.
The way he looks at his partner, whoever they may be, is easily the hottest
look Steve ever sees on him. It definitely makes him wish he didn’t have two
left feet. The only other time Steve’s seen it is when he and Bucky fool around
now. It’s that expression that says, ‘I want you, I’m gonna haveyou, and you’re
going to likeit.’ When Steve was fourteen, he’d gone to see the last dance
recital Bucky had been in for his tango class before he’d stopped going.
Steve’s heart was racing so quickly by the time his friend’s routine was
complete that he actually had to run to the washroom, lock himself in a stall,
and silently jerk off as quickly as he could before he blew in his pants and
lost his mind.
So it’s really fucking difficultnot to pounce on Bucky when the brunet walks
back over to him, slightly sweaty and catching his breath with a grin. He
wishes he could be like Clint – who just grabs Natasha and gives her a rough
kiss, clearly just as turned on by the display as Steve is. Even in the
darkened room, Bucky can still seem to see the expanse of Steve’s pupils,
turning his grin into a smirk as he leans forward and says in his ear, “Someone
likethat?”
“You know I like watchin’ you dance, you fuckin’ jerk,” Steve mumbles back,
just loud enough for him to hear.
“Wish I could get you alone right now,” Bucky nearly growls. “Would fuck you
until you screamed.”
Steve’s mouth falls open. In his pants, he gets impossibly harder. But before
he can sputter anything out in response, Bucky’s straightening back up with an
innocent look on his face. It quickly turns into a grin when he greets some
other people from their graduating class, coming up to him to fawn over his
dance skills. Steve just stands there, blinking like a gaping fish with a
severe case of blue balls – all the while, cursing Bucky over and over in his
head and hoping to godthey can find some time later to get each other alone
when they’re at one of the hotel rooms. Even a bathroomwith all of their
friends on the other side of the door would be perfectly fine by him right
about now.
Luckily, some of the gang are stepping out and going off school grounds for a
few minutes to either have a smoke or a general breather, due to the stuffiness
growing in the gymnasium. Steve ducks out with them, Bucky lagging but
eventually catching up. When they emerge outside, Bucky trails behind and then
grabs Steve’s skinny wrist. Yanking him away from the crowd, he runs them
around the corner of the building, gets Steve against the wall, and starts
kissing him roughly without any warning.
Steve immediately shoves his hand between them and grabs for Bucky’s erection,
stroking him hastily over his pants. Bucky chokes on a gasp against Steve’s
mouth and slots his thigh between the blond’s legs, pushing to give Steve some
friction. Between Steve’s quick, harsh groans, Bucky pants in his ear about how
badly he wishes he could fuck him right now - right there, against the wall.
Steve’s about two seconds from giving him what he wants when they hear Tony
shout, “Jesus Christ– GUYS! Indecent exposure, come on; there could be children
around!”
Bucky breaks the kiss and straightens, while Steve tries (and fails) to wipe
his mouth as nonchalantly as he can with the back of his hand. Tony stands a
few feet away, looking thoroughly grossed out, before jerking his thumb over
his shoulder. “We noticed you two had disappeared. Didn’t realize I was gonna
walk in on a porno. Are you guys coming or…?” He points at them, tipping his
hip to the side and raising an eyebrow. “Did you two need a minute to finish
up?”
Bucky snorts. “A minute,” he repeats flatly. “What sorta guy do you take me
for?”
“An argument can be made for a minute and a half,” Tony says casually as Bucky
takes Steve’s hand and they walk past him.
“You sure you ain’t getting him confused with yourself, Stark?” Steve quips.
Tony mimes having been shot. “Oh! And Rogers come in for the kill!Seriously,
Jay, how do you deal with having such a sassy shit for a boyfriend?”
“I dunno, I should ask Pepper,” Bucky retorts. Steve barks out a laugh and Tony
rolls his eyes with a smirk. The three of them rejoin the rest of their
friends, who only hassle Steve and Bucky for a fewminutes before they move on
to another topic. Bucky burns through three cigarettes back-to-back while they
all chat, but every few seconds, he lays his eyes on Steve and nearly burns
right through him with his gaze. Steve has to purposefully refuse to look at
Bucky after a while and distract himself with conversation, otherwise he risks
tackling Bucky to the ground right in front of everyone and fucking him without
caution.
It’s only when Reed Richards comes and finds them, letting them know that
they’re about to announce the winners of the Prom King and Queen that the group
finishes up and heads back to the school. Nerves creep up Steve’s spine again
and for a second, he hangs behind when everyone starts to walk back. Bucky
glances over his shoulder and then goes over to him, brows furrowing.
“Hey, you alright?” he asks, taking his hand and giving it a light shake. “It’s
going to be fine. We don’t even know if I’m gonna win,” he says.
“You’re going to win, Buck.”
“We don’t know that. But ifI do… You sure this is still what you want? I need
you to tell me now so I don’t go sayin’ something you ain’t ready for,” Bucky
says seriously.
Steve holds his gaze and then takes a deep breath, nodding. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m
sure. Just nervous. But, it’ll be fine, won’t it?”
Bucky nods back, cupping the side of his face with his free hand. “Yeah,
everything will be alright, Stevie. Just trust me, I got this. There’ll be
nothing to have worried about, you’ll see.”
Steve trusts him, so he concedes again, and then they turn to head inside.
(They drop their hands when they get within sight from any windows.) Once back
in the gym, the music is turned off as the students all go quiet, staring up at
the stage. Principal Phillips approaches the mic and taps it a few times,
clearing his throat. He’s a gruff dude – definitely not someone you want to get
on the bad side of. Hell, Steve’s pretty much the top of his class and he’s
stillfreaked out around him. He’s pretty sure the guy was in the army before he
became a Principal (though what could have ever justified such a random
transition is beyond Steve, because this is about the lastperson you’d imagine
being good with kids).
He makes an awkwardly stiff – but thankfully short– speech in which he lists
those who’d been contending for the titles of King and Queen. When he says
Bucky’s name, Bucky peers down at Steve with a small smile and rolls his eyes,
even though he gets some of the loudest applause. Steve grins back. Phillips
invites the nominees to come stand at the front of the crowd (which isn’t that
far of a walk for Bucky), and while the small group of them start heading
through the pack of students and try to squirm their way closer to the stage,
he’s given the envelope with the names of the winners.
Everyone goes quiet as he opens it up and slips out the card. After a few
seconds to build the suspense, he reads:
“Your 2015 Prom King is… James Barnes."
The gym fills with cheers, clapping, and excited shouting. Bucky’s face
immediately breaks out into a grin as he looks down to the ground and chuckles,
shaking his head. What’s truly amazing to Steve is that even though he’d been
telling him left, right, and center that he was going to win, Bucky’s reaction
is stillgenuinely humble. Sure, he’s probably only a little surprised, but the
touchedlook on his face – like he can’t really believe after all these years
that he’s so likable to so many – is no act.
As Bucky heads up onto the stage, laughing whenever someone from the crowd
shouts something his way, Steve watches and feels a little overwhelmed at how
proud he is in this moment to be with someone so incredible. Plus, the way
Bucky looks when that faux-gold crown is placed on top of his head is pretty
fucking awesome, too.
The student body goes nuts again when the Prom Queenis named – and it’s hardly
any surprise that it goes to Carol Danvers. No one from their group of friends
wanted to be nominated, namely because none of them felt like going up against
her. Steve doesn’t understand that, because he thinks all of them would’ve made
for some healthy competition (and Natasha and Peggy especially, who also
would've had the extra popularity vote on their side). But Steve’s happy for
Carol and cheers just as loudly when she smiles and heads up onto the stage.
Aside from being one of the prettiest girls in their grade and the head of the
cheerleading team, she’s also incredibly bright and a genuinely nice and feisty
person. She reminds Steve of Bucky in that sense – popular and beautiful, but
intelligent and kind to everyone. So their graduating class really couldn’t
have picked two better people for the titles.
It’s customary for the winners to make a small speech before they choose their
partners and take the floor for a slow dance. Normally the King goes first,
which Bucky thinks is stupid – since why should does the girl always have to
wait to go second every year? Fuck that shit, he'd told Steve – so when
Phillips steps aside for Bucky to take his place, the brunet just looks to
Carol and holds out his hand towards the microphone.
“After you,” he says with a smile.
She laughs and gives him a light shove, thanking him (they’ve been friends,
too, since around the sixth grade; even dated briefly when they were twelve,
back when they were still too young to go on dates without a chaperone). She
readjusts the crown on her own head with a giggle – since it’s a little big and
keeps falling down her forehead – and then says her thank yous. It’s only about
a twenty-second speech or so, and it stillsomehow sounds more inspirational
than anything Steve could say in front of a crowd if given an hour.
When she finishes, everyone claps and whistles, with the odd shout of, “YEAH!
Go Carol!” Then Bucky looks between her and Principal Phillips (his gaze
flickering on Steve during the transition) and presses his lips into a small
smile, approaching the mic for his turn. Steve’s pulse starts to quicken. Bucky
looks out to everyone and his smile grows again.
“Hey guys,” he starts, chuckling. Immediately a guy in the crowd – from the
sounds of it, Tim Dugan – shouts back, “WHOO, YOU GO JIMMY BOY!” And everyone
starts laughing and cheering again. Bucky grins, but upon noticing the
impatient look Phillips is casting him, he holds up his hands and says with
mock sternness, “Alright, alright guys, settle down. I just… Y’know, I just
wanted to say thanks to everyone who voted for me. I was up against some pretty
solid competition--” He points to Brock Rumlow and says, “No hard feelings, huh
buddy?”
Brock smirks and frames his hands around his mouth, lightheartedly calling
back, “Well I can stillkick your ass on the football field, pal!”
Laughter erupts throughout the crowd again and Bucky gives him a small salute,
replying, “We’ll see about that,” before looking back out to everyone and
continuing: “Anyways, many of you, I’ve known since Pre-K, and those of you I
didn’t, I’ve grown pretty close to in the last four years. Pretty crazy that
we’re graduating in a couple weeks, huh? Can’t believe we actually survived
high school, let alone getting to be up here, with you guys thinking I’m
deservin’ enough to be Prom King.”
Every cheers and claps again, roused to excitement at the combination of the
reminder of their impending freedom from high school, as well as their support
for Bucky. Steve claps and watches, his mouth starting to get dry. His nerves
are shot to shit, but he’s growing exhilarated, too.
“I gotta wrap this up,” Bucky adds quickly, “but if I only have time to impart
onepiece of James Barnes knowledge on ya, it’s this: life’s too short to be
afraid of what others will think. You gotta live life for you and whatever
makes you happy…”
He cuts himself off, his gaze tentatively diverting towards Steve. He’s
purposely hesitating; giving Steve one last chance to back out. He’s holding
his breath, but when Bucky makes eye contact with him, he smiles reassuringly
and gives a tiny nod. Bucky grins and suddenly holds out his hand in Steve’s
direction.
“And what makes me happiest is thiskid,” he announces. “So if you’ll excuse me,
I’m about to have my first dance as Prom King with my boyfriend.”
Then he walks around the mic, jumps off the stage and strides straight for
Steve. Everyone’s still in the middle of processing what he justsaid, so they
part for him effortlessly. The second he gets to Steve, Bucky grabs his face
and leans in, capturing his lips in a kiss. Steve had anticipated the
announcement but notthis, so he just makes a tiny startled sound and then
closes his eyes, pushing his lips back. Around them, there are a few gasps –
but mostly, everyone’s silent in shock.
Bucky pulls away, and the two boys stare at each other. Bucky’s got an open-
mouthed, breathless grin on his face and Steve returns it, amazed and unsure of
what should come next. Suddenly, he hears Sam off to his left, shouting, “HELL
YEAH!”
And then everyone around them explodes into clamors of excitement, stirred up
by the contact high of the moment; cheering and clapping and shouting their
support. Bucky and Steve just keep looking at one another, and their grins
expand. Bucky starts laughing, and Steve can’t help but laugh too, feeling
impossibly giddy. It’s like one of those moments reserved only for movies, and
yet Steve’s living it, right now. He mentally compartmentalizes it away as one
of the moments he knowswill always be one of the best in his entire life.
It’s eventually ended when Principal Phillips clears his throat uncomfortably
into the mic and says, “Alright kids, that’s enough – and watch your language,
this is still a school environment. The King and Queen need to get on with
their dance, now, preferably.”
Bucky has his back to Phillips, so when he rolls his eyes and flaps his lips,
mimicking their Principal, Phillips doesn’t notice. Steve grins, and then Bucky
grabs his hand and says, “C’mon,” as he leads him over to where Carol and her
chosen partner are. Steve’s hit with a temporary batch of fresh nerves when he
realizes that now he actually needs to danceand worse, do it while everyone
else watches. It’s a lot to take in all at once, given that he and Bucky
literally just came outto all of their classmates.  
“Relax, it’s okay,” Bucky says quietly. He takes one of Steve’s hands in his
and moves the blond’s other hand to his shoulder. Placing his own on Steve’s
hip, he steps in close and nods. “It’s a slow one; just gotta move in circles
‘till it’s over. Just follow my lead,” he instructs.
Steve nods, trying not to get so worked up that he needs to grab his inhaler
from his pocket. He feels everyone’s eyes on him and his face burns with a
brand new blush. Bucky nods, telling him again that it’s okay, and then the
music starts up. It’s John Legend’s All of Me, which makes Steve feel even more
put on the spot; on the one hand, he loves this song and it always makes him
think of Bucky. But on the other, it’s such a romantically intimatesong, which
makes the fact that they have almost a good sixty pairs of eyes on them that
much more painstakingly apparent.
“Just follow me,” Bucky repeats as he starts to move them in a slow circle. At
first, Steve keeps his head down and watches their feet, now wanting to step on
Bucky’s toes. By the first chorus, though, Bucky encourages him to look athim
rather than the floor; to trust that it’ll be okay. So Steve forces his eyes up
and shyly keeps his gaze. Bucky beams down at him, and god, does Steve ever
love this guy. He’s still not comfortable kissing him in front of their peers
yet – that first kiss had been spontaneous, but this is still all a little much
for Steve at the moment and he needs at leasta bit of time to wrap his head
around it – but he really wants to.
Whenever their little circle has Steve able to see their friends from just over
Bucky’s shoulder, they’re all smiling at them. Lizzie has tears in her eyes,
and Tony always gives Steve a thumb’s up. By the second verse, Steve watches
with a curious expression as Bucky reaches up and removes the crown from atop
his head. Smiling down at him, Bucky places it on his own head. Steve’s heart
hammers away in his chest, and he can hear some of their friends cheer his name
and whistle.
Steve feels like he’s about to burst. He wants to tell Bucky he loves him but
he fears he’ll get choked up if he does, so he just steps in closer, letting go
of Bucky’s hand so he can wrap both arms around the brunet’s lower back. As he
rests the side of his face against Bucky’s chest, he feels Bucky wrap his own
arms around Steve. Their steps slow down just a bit but Steve never once steps
on Bucky’s feet. When the chorus comes again, Steve feels Bucky’s chest
vibrating and he realizes Bucky’s singing the lyrics to him under his breath.
Steve closes his eyes and forgets about everyone else in the room until the
song is over.
Once it is, Steve says he needs to step outside for a few minutes to get some
fresh air again. Bucky promptly takes him out and sits with him on one of the
picnic tables, rubbing his back while they smile at each other.
“You holdin’ up okay?” Bucky asks.
“Mhm… Just a bit overwhelmed. I’ll be fine, though,” Steve promises him
honestly. He leans to the side a bit and nudges him. “You’re pretty great, you
know,” he says.
“Am I?” Bucky asks, blinking slow and giving Steve that smileagain – the one
meant only for him.
Steve returns it. “Yeah, you are. You said everything was going to be okay and
you were right.”
“I wouldn’t have done it if I was worried something bad could’ve happened to
you."
“I should’ve figured that that’s how it would’ve gone, given how much everyone
loves you.”
“I only care if youlove me,” Bucky replies. “You love me, Steve?”
“You know I do,” Steve says quietly. He feels light - like he could float away
if Bucky’s hand wasn’t on his back.
“I love you,” Bucky says. He leans in.
“I love you, too.” Literally the moment the last word is out, Bucky’s lips are
softly pressing back to his. Steve closes his eyes and hums quietly in his
throat. He lifts up a hand and slips his fingers along the curve of Bucky’s
neck, keeping him close. They kiss slowly, letting themselves drink in the
moment – and when they part their lips with every few kisses and gingerly beat
their tongues together, each other. No one interrupts them this time, so they
let several minutes bleed away while they keep their kisses tender; turning
their faces from side to side and sighing softly into each other’s mouths. When
they finally break apart, Bucky wraps his arm around Steve’s shoulder and tugs
him closer. For a little while, they just stare ahead in silence while Bucky
runs his thumb back and forth over Steve’s knuckles.
He’s the one to speak first when he says, “I hope this wasn’t too presumptuous
of me, but I actually sort of… got us our own room for tonight. I wanted to
surprise you, but after everything that’s already happened so far, I don’t want
you feelin’ like there’s too much, too soon. So if you’d rather we ditch the
room and stay with everyone else, that’s cool with me, too.”
Steve tilts his chin to look up at him. “You got us a room?”
It’s only been a week since they got to spend the night together – that first
night between them – and Steve’s immediately thrumming with excitement. He
wantsto be able to sleep next to him, justthem. He wants to be able to have
some privacy, in a place where they don’thave to worry about their parents
hearing or them being walked in on. (Bucky’s family had been the secondgroup of
people they’d told, and minus the shrieking, they’d pretty much reacted as
supportively and accepting as Sarah had - both to their relationship, as well
as Bucky coming out about his sexuality to them in general.)
Bucky nods, so Steve asks, “At the same hotel?”
“Yeah. Same floor, just at the other end of the hall. Didn’t really want any of
them to hear us.”
Steve feels heat starting to pulse between his legs. He swallows, trying to
keep his voice from cracking and then asks, “Did you run it by them first?
Didn’t we all plan to spend tonight as a group?”
Bucky shakes his head. “Oh no, we’d still go and hang out with them for a
couple hours. But then when we felt like turnin’ in, we’d just go to our own
room. Well, ‘turnin’ in’,’” he corrects himself, making quotation marks with
his fingers. “And yes, I ran it by ‘em first. They said it was fine.”
Steve grins. “Yeah,” he answers.
“Yeah?” Bucky repeats, breaking out into an excited grin.
Steve nods more enthusiastically. “Fuck yeah. I’m all for that.”
Bucky murmurs, “Mm, good,” before kissing him again, this time with a bit more
obvious intent behind it. He nips at Steve’s bottom lip, eliciting a throaty
groan from the blond. Then he pulls back, clears his throat, and says, “Okay.
In that case, we should probably head back in and spend some quality time with
them. We got maybe one good hour left before the limo comes to get us.”
Steve only feels a littlereluctant to move, because as much as he’d love to
stay attached to Bucky’s mouth forever, he doeswant to spend time with their
friends. So he agrees, and they head back in – this time, notdropping their
hands when they get within sight from the windows. They reunite with the gang
and even Stevefeels so elated that he’s helping Natasha and them drag their
remaining friends to the dance floor.
Steve stillmoves like an electrocuted baby deer on ice (at best), but right
now, he doesn’t overly care. He feels on top of the world; with the people he
loves most, and the guy he loves best, and tonight feels like a good a night as
any to be able to learn how to give himself a break and laugh at himself a
little. So he gives it his all, and even though he’s downright appalling, his
friends do nothing but cheer him on.
Bucky cheers the loudest.
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When they all first get to the hotel, they cram themselves into one of the two
rooms and keep the party going there. They pick the one that permits smoking to
hang out in, so Bucky can have his cigarettes without having to go all the way
downstairs and to the lobby, and those of them who brought some pot can just
crack a window and light up there.
They drink and laugh; swapping stories and talking about the past and the
future. Bucky lazes on one of the bed; a cigarette between his fingers, a tipsy
grin on his face while he laughs at whatever story’s being told. His eyes are
slightly glazed, as are Steve’s, who rests his head on Bucky’s lap. He’s
finally got that nice buzz going on. But once he had gotten it, he'd also
turned down any booze from there on out.
“I don’t wanna be drunk when we’re alone,” he’d said in Bucky’s ear. Bucky had
been in the middle of pouring himself another shot, but then stopped and looked
to Steve. Steve’s gaze sluggishly moved down to the brunet’s mouth, where it
lingered before baby blues slowly rose back up again and Steve had added, “I
wanna remember everything.”
He’d watched Bucky visibly swallow, his own grey eyes moving drunkenly between
Steve's and his mouth. Then, nodding, he’d handed the half-poured shot to
Natasha, along with the bottle of vodka, and promptly went to fetch them two
bottles of water. Lying on the bed now, their intoxication has gradually been
dwindling down bit by bit, thanks to stopping when they did, chugging down
three bottles of water each, and working their way through their fourth. It
helps when they order pizza from one of the twenty-four hour places nearby,
around two a.m. After getting some food in their bellies, they feel pretty much
entirely sober about an hour later.
Steve keeps glancing to the clock when he realizes it’s almost three in the
morning. Beginning to grow impatient, he starts subtly hinting to Bucky that
he’s ready to go – resting his head on his hand in Bucky’s lap so he can very
sneakily start rubbing his thumb along the length of the brunet’s cock until it
starts to respond accordingly, growing harder. When Bucky catches on, there’s
the tiniest of hitches in his breath, and Steve turns his face so he can glance
up at him, biting his lip. Bucky gapes back, pupils dilating.
“Alright, guys, I’m beat,” he suddenly announces, breaking his gaze to look to
everyone else (those who are still awake, anyways). “I’m ready for sleep.
Steve, you gonna stay, or…?”
Yeah fucking right.
“M’pretty tired too,” he lies, sitting up and giving their friends a small,
apologetic smile.
Tony – always the last one to call it quits at a party – just nods, smirking,
and replies loudly, “Uh-huh. Use protection, kids. STIs are notour friends, no
matter how much candy they claim to have on them.”
“Oh god, Tony, shut up,” Pepper groans, one arm thrown over her eyes from the
other bed where she’s trying to sleep. Bucky laughs while Tony gives them all a
‘yikes’sort of look.
“I feel like I’m going to be paying for keeping her up in some subtle way in
the morning,” he predicts.
From the other bed, Pepper mumbles back, “Notgonna be that subtle.”
Clint’s over on the small couch, quietly making out with Natasha, but Steve can
hear him snort between kisses. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep you in check,” Maria
says. Looks like it’ll be her and Sam keeping Tony company, since Peggy is
already asleep on the space next to Pepper on the other bed. Steve and Bucky
say their goodnights and head out towards their own room. Turns out, when Bucky
said it was on the other end of the hall, he wasn’t kidding – it takes them a
solid five minutes to walk there. Bucky opens the door with the key card and
pushes it open. When Steve walks in and Bucky turns on the light, Steve’s mouth
falls open.
“Buck,” he breathes, floored, “how much did you payfor this thing?”
There’s a King-size bed with little chocolates on the pillows and fucking rose
petalssprinkled on top of the bed. The room is massive, with a large flat
screen TV and a jacuzziopposite the bed. Steve wanders into the bathroom in a
sort of daze, and then he’s gaping further at the size of it; at the beautiful
quality of the marble flooring and sinks. There’s a hugebathtub, also equipped
with jets, and then a completely separate shower that looks like it could
squeeze about twenty people inside. This hadto have cost Bucky a good few
hundred dollars just for the one night alone.
He feels Bucky’s hands palm his shoulders and warm lips suddenly ghosting
feathery kisses right behind his ear. “Don’t worry about it, Stevie,” Bucky
murmurs. His hands wrap around Steve’s front and start unbuttoning his jacket.
“Made more than enough from my site, remember? Won’t have to worry about money
for a while.”
“But…” Steve’s eyes flutter closed when he feels the hot, wet tip of Bucky’s
tongue trace the curve of his ear. He inhales deeply through his nose before
finding his voice again. “You still don’t need to be spending this sorta money
on me.”
“Nothing’s 'too much' for you,” Bucky replies, his voice low and sweet and
absolutely hypnotic. Steve realizes Bucky’s sliding his jacket off his back and
down his arms now, removing it from his body. He hunches so he can start
pressing his lips along the curve of Steve’s neck, then across the nape. “You
deserve everythin’,” he says between kisses.
Steve shivers. Exhaling, he turns around and presses himself to Bucky, meeting
his mouth with his own and kissing him hungrily. Bucky stumbles back a bit,
having been unprepared, but then smirks against Steve’s lips and drops the
blond’s jacket to the floor so he can take Steve’s face in his hands and kiss
back. They teeter back and forth for a minute or so, licking into each other’s
mouths as Steve’s hands work to get Bucky to his level and strip him of his own
jacket. The older boy removes his hands from Steve’s face justlong enough to
let the jacket be tugged off his arms, and then he’s grabbing at golden hair
and framing his face harder; kissing him more roughly.
“Got our check-out extended tomorrow,” he tells Steve as he turns his face to
the other side and steals the air from his lungs with another kiss. “I wanna
fuck you on every inch of this room; in here, too,” he growls. Steve moans
helplessly, hands flying to Bucky’s belt so he can work it open. Bucky just
keeps his face in his hands and continues speaking between kisses.
“In the shower… On the counter… The floor… God, fuck, in the bath…” Steve gets
impatient as soon as he gets the buckle open and gives up on trying to tug the
thing all the way out of the loops. He pictures everything Bucky’s promising
and starts to breathe quicker; fingers now fumbling to pop open the button so
he can yank Bucky’s fly down.
“The jacuzzi… Against the wall… That mini fridge; gonna sit on that thing and
have you ride my cock in my lap, how’s that sound?” he continues, his voice
mostly a husk. Steve’s starting to feel desperate and feverish, so the second
he gets Bucky’s zipper down, he turns them around so he can grab Bucky’s tie
and start moving out of the room backwards, towards the bed. Bucky follows,
slightly bent forward with Steve dragging him along by the tie; already fucking
him raw with his eyes.
When the back of Steve’s legs hit the edge of the mattress, he wraps an arm
around the brunet’s neck and kisses him again, falling back onto the bed and
taking Bucky down with him. They roll around, taking turns keeping the other
down; hands flying all over each other’s bodies, or pinning wrists above heads,
or grinding hips down to hips. They bite feverishly at swollen, bright red
bottom lips and beats their tongues together while swallowing impassioned
groans.
Bucky sits up and strips Steve of the rest of his clothes, tossing them all
over the floor without checking to see where they even land. When he bends back
down and starts sucking a small hickey above Steve’s protruding collar bone,
Steve arches his neck and drives the back of his head into the mattress with
small, pitchy gasps. His hands shake but his fingers are still able to undo the
buttons of Bucky’s red dress shirt. By the time Bucky’s pulling back to stare
down at the large purple bruise he’s branded onto Steve’s skin - giving it a
possessive kiss - Steve’s tugging that down Bucky’s arms, too.
Bucky straightens to finish the job and whip it off to the side, and the sight
of Bucky with his hair getting messier, his skin getting flushed, his dick hard
and straining in his opened dress pants, and that dark blue tie dangling down
the center of his perfect, muscular chest… It’s enough to make Steve whine and
start squirming for some contact again. Bucky stares from Steve’s legs up to
the hair on his head with a lusty, glazed look. When it travels back down, it
settles on his erection. Bucky just licks his lips and bends over it, licking
up the side and then closing his lips over the head; using his mouth to angle
it up and then slide his lips down.
Steve gasps and tosses his head back, grabbing onto Bucky’s hair and tugging
rhythmically. Bucky growls deep in his throat – and Steve feels it all the way
through the tip of his dick, straight down to his balls – and starts making a
show of it to try and get Steve to look at him. He breathes loudly and pulls
out all the things he’s learned over the last week get Steve off the best: he
sucks roughly on the cockhead before pulling back and doing nothing but darting
the tip of his tongue across the leaking slit. He tilts it around with one hand
while he runs his tongue all over it with hot and fat stripes, as if Steve was
a popsicle. He stares up at Steve from under long lashes the entire time, and
purposely moans whenever he gets the taste of precome on his tongue… And he
waits until Steve finallypeers at him from under heavy lids to swallow him all
the down and take the entire length of his cock into his mouth.
It isn’t much longer until Steve’s arching his back and groaning loudly, coming
hot and full down Bucky's throat. Steve’s too busy writhing to enjoy Bucky’s
little show, so Bucky finally closes his eyes and just sucks him through it;
easing up on him and spending more time slowly and softly massaging his tongue
all over his cock until Steve starts to soften between his lips. When he
finally pulls away, they’re both panting softly, and Steve looks back down to
him. They chuckle, smiling like a couple of dopes.
“What do you want to do now, baby?” Bucky asks quietly – a genuinequestion,
Steve realizes. Because for all of the comments he’s been making about wanting
to fuck Steve, the truth is, they’ve only been seeing each other for the last
week, and they haven’t had thatmany chances to go all the way again. When they
have, Bucky’s been the one bottoming; partially due to wanting Steve to take
his time working up to switching places, and partially due to Bucky being
afraid to hurthim. Steve also realizes that this is Bucky’s way of subtly
giving them both an out while being too proud to admit outright that
he’snervous.
So Steve pulls him back up his body and gives him a lascivious kiss. “I want
you in me,” he breathes, pressing his lips across Bucky’s jaw. He feels Bucky
tense a bit, so he kisses up to his ear and whispers in it, “Trust menow. I’ll
be okay… Fuck me… Baby, please…”
Steve’s never called Bucky ‘baby’ before – usually that’s a pet name Bucky
exclusively uses between the two – and something about Steve saying it now
seems to get him off pretty strongly. He pulls back to look down at Steve in
shock and then exhales, “Fuck,” and crushes Steve’s head to the bed in a
bruising kiss. He nods against Steve’s mouth and then pushes himself up, moving
as frantically as Steve remembers him moving on that first night. He removes
his pants, underwear, and socks, and then makes to loosen the tie enough to
pull it over his head. Steve stops him.
“Keep it on,” Steve says. Grabbing it, he tugs the older boy back down. “I like
you with it.”
Bucky just groans and meets him in another kiss; lips instantly parting so
Bucky can fuck his tongue into his boyfriend’s mouth. He pins Steve beneath him
so he can roll his body and start thrusting between his legs, rubbing their
dicks together and making them shudder. By the time Bucky breaks away to grab
the lube in the bag he’d brought, Steve has to physically untangle himself from
Bucky’s body from how tightly his limbs had been wrapped around him.
Getting back on the bed, Bucky swats the chocolates off the pillows so he can
prop one up against the headboard and lie on his back, resting his head on it.
Curling his finger in a ‘come hither' gesture, he murmurs, “Get over here.”
Steve doesn’t need to be told twice. He crawls over to Bucky quickly and kisses
him. It only lasts for a few seconds before Bucky’s grabbing Steve’s short hair
roughly and guiding his face away. Taking the hint – and fucking more than
happy to do so – Steve turns himself so he can get his own lips around Bucky’s
cock.
“Aw, fuck,” Bucky hisses behind him when Steve starts sucking him off with
immediate fervor. Steve’s mindful to breathe carefully through his nose, as he
listens to Bucky start panting and feels that big hand knead against his scalp
while Bucky watches. He then feels both of his boyfriend’s hands move to his
hips. Bucky coaxes Steve to throw a leg across his abdomen and straddle him so
his ass is in the brunet’s face.
There’s hot breath puffing against him, and then Steve cries out brokenly
around the cock in his mouth when he feels Bucky’s tongue run over his asshole.
He sucks Bucky off faster, making Bucky groan before burying his face between
Steve’s cheeks and rimming him like the guy was starved for it. Over the last
week, they haven’t been able to fuck often, but using their mouths and hands
was a lot less risky. Steve’s discovered pretty fast that getting eaten out
brings him close to orgasm quicker than almost anything else. He isn’t sure
why, but it does – and Bucky likes to utilize that and test Steve’s resolve.
So for a few minutes, Bucky does nothing but keep him spread with his thumbs
and groan against the skin of his ass while he licks him loose and fucks his
tongue in and out of Steve’s body; Steve, shaking and moaning uncontrollably
while he continues to suck Bucky off. When he starts to feel like he’s getting
too close, he frees his mouth to beg for Bucky to stop. But Bucky just digs his
fingers deeper into the flesh of Steve’s ass and purrsback, “Not yet; you can
hold off for a little longer. Don’t, Steve. Don’t come… Save it for my cock, I
wanna be in you when I feel you come, baby.”
And then he seals his mouth back over Steve’s hole and plunges his tongue back
inside, making Steve jolt and whine, high and broken in his throat as he tries
his hardest not to come. Bucky keeps him there - too close to that edge - to
the point where Bucky groans loudly behind him and Steve can hear him breathe,
“You’re drippin’ all over me, baby, oh my god.” Bucky’s chest is covered in his
precome.
He tries so hard, but he can feel himself slipping. He feels that stirring in
the pit of his stomach start blooming outward and his breathing quickens,
reducing him to short, quick whimpers that get faster and faster, and m’gonna
come, oh fuck, oh, gonna--
Bucky pulls away, having realized justhow close Steve really was. His climax
lingers there, threatening to spill over and wash over him, and then in a cruel
twist of fate, it snaps away and abandons him altogether. Steve grits his teeth
and makes a pained sound when an unpleasant soreness shoots through his cock,
making it feel like he’s about to split open from the pressure. Bucky hadn’t
known it would actually cause Steve real pain, so he’s quickly apologizing and
rubbing Steve’s back, kissing around his tailbone.
“You want me to do it again?” Steve hears him ask, sounding a little anxious.
“I can finish you off this time.”
Wincing, Steve considers it, but it feels like – for now – his potential orgasm
has passed, so they might as well keep going properly. Shaking his head, he
mutters, “No, it’s – it’s okay. Just… Don’t do that again for a while, ‘kay?”
“Okay, Stevie, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, it’s okay, I just… It felt too good,” he chuckles, slightly
embarrassed. Not wanting to lose the mood, he kisses around Bucky’s hipbones
and licks gently over the tip of his dick – now partially softened from lack of
attention. Bucky twitches and inhales sharply, so Steve gently encourages, “I
wanna keep going. Maybe… finger me now? Or somethin’? If you want me to come
with you inside me, then that’s what I want, too, I just – I need it to happen
sooner rather than later.”
“Yeah, yeah of course,” Bucky replies quickly. Steve can sense the guilt still
heavy in him, so he expects for the next little while, he’s probably going to
treat Steve realcarefully in order to not have something like that happen
again. He hopes Bucky’ll be over it by the time they actually fuck, because if
the pain isn’t that bad, Steve doesn’t want it to be gentle.
He hears the little popof Bucky flicking the lid of the lube bottle open, so he
goes back to mouthing along his dick, trying to harden it back up again.
Getting his lips back around it, he keeps the bobs of his shallow until it gets
heavier on his tongue, thickening up as if it’d never flagged down at all.
Moaning softly, Steve closes his eyes and puts all of his focus into how it
feels as it slides back and forth along his tongue; how Bucky tastes, how sweet
the sounds he makes are when Steve tries to relax his jaw and get as much of it
inside as he can manage.
Bucky spreads him again with his left hand. He jumps a bit when he feels the
coolness of the slick, as Bucky brings his index finger to him and lightly
traces circles around his rim until he gets used to the temperature. Steve’s
still too engrossed in what he’s currently using his mouth for to verbally give
him the ‘okay’, so he just moans a bit louder when he feels ready and pushes
his ass back the tiniest bit. He feels the tip of that finger dip softly,
justinside of his ring of muscles, and then slowly start to push in. Steve’s
eyes flutter around behind closed lids and he makes a soft sound of approval
that vibrates from his chest, all the way through Bucky’s dick.
Bucky doesremain gentle for a while; patiently – and annoyingly slowly –
relaxing his entrance until he can work a second finger in without much of a
struggle. About five minutes later and he’s twisting his wrist, unhurried and
gentle, so his ring finger can squeeze in there, too. That’s the most fingers
they’ve used so far, and only the one time – though Steve’s been able to get up
to four when fingering himself, but his fingers aren’t as big as his
boyfriend’s are. The stretch is prominent and has him feeling a little
strained, but he wants more and if he could think beyond sucking Bucky’s cock
like a goddamn straw, he’d be asking for it.
As if reading his mind, Bucky says, voice laboured, “Still needs a bit more
prep if we don’t want it to hurt when I get in you… Think you can… ah…handle
one more?”
Steve gives a quick little nod and whines, trying to fuck himself back onto
Bucky’s fingers. He hears Bucky breathe, “God, Steve…” and then he hears
himself crying out, squeezing his eyes tighter as the tip of Bucky’s pinky
starts slowly working its way into him with the rest. At first, he isn’t sure
he can take it. But with his other hand, Bucky goes back to rubbing reassuring,
tender circles around his back… And his lips are placing slow, affectionate
kisses around his ass and lower back… And Bucky keeps whispering praises,
encouragement… Keeps telling Steve he can do this, and Bucky loves him so much…
And before he knows it, Bucky’s fourth finger is inside of him as far as it can
go and the worst part is over.
Now shaking and starting to sweat, Steve has to take pauses in tending to
Bucky’s erection in order to keep his breathing in check. He constantly goes
back in for it with panting breaths and gets a few good, quick bobs of the head
in before he has to pull back again and press his forehead to Bucky’s hip,
crying out or wheezing or babbling in a whisper for it to be harder, faster,
mmm fuck, Bucky, please, Buck, ohgodohgodohgod hmm! Right there, mm… Don’t…
Stop…
When Bucky can twist his wrist in half circles without Steve making any sort of
legitimately pained sound, he carefully withdraws his fingers – leaving Steve
groaning at the gaping sensation and mourning the loss. He’s back to sucking
Bucky off, right in the middle of trying to take as much of him down his throat
again as he can. He’s almost confusedwhen Bucky’s clean head gently threads its
fingers into the tresses at the front of his hairline and then give a light
tug. Steve pulls back and glances at him from over his shoulder.
He isn’t prepared for how debauched – and fucking slutty – Bucky looks at the
moment. His boyfriend is a goddamn sight, even though he’sthe one who’s slowly
having been taken apart. His lips are swollen and blood red and glisteningwith
saliva – as is his chin – from when he’d been licking at Steve’s asshole. His
pupils are so fucked that he almost looks like he’s high off something, and his
neck and chest are splotched with patches and sprinkles of a dark scarlet
flush. He’s panting softly with his mouth ajar, and looking at Steve as if
there’s a film over his eyes; slightly unfocused and dizzy. He gives Steve a
nod, and Steve knows exactly what Bucky’s trying to say.
He climbs off of him, and Bucky wipes his face with the back of his hand as he
rolls over, fishing through his bag on the floor to pull out a condom. It takes
only a couple seconds for him to roll it on and lube himself up, and then
Steve’s pulling him down so Bucky can settle between his legs and line up with
his hole. Bucky looks down between their bodies and then back up at Steve’s
face. Steve’s baby blues are a littlewider but he tries to keep himself calm.
He nods, biting his lip. Bucky pauses and then looks back down to watch as he
slowly rolls his hips and starts guiding his cock into Steve’s little body.
Languidly arching his back off the mattress, Steve digs his head back into the
pillow and gasps at the initial pressure. The second his muscles give and
accept Bucky inside, he moans, long and loud and breathy. He’s glad Bucky had
opted for that fourth finger because otherwise, Steve doesn’t think they
would’ve been able to manage this without it hurting like a bitch. Instead,
there’s only the smallest sting and a hint of discomfort – but mostly, above
anything else, it’s nothing but pleasure.
A lot of this is probably psychological, Steve thinks. Physically, he’s hyper-
aware of every inch of Bucky’s cock seeking shelter inside of him and
continuing to stretch him open. But it’s the emotional aspect of it… The fact
that it’s Buckyinside of him - finally fuckingin him - and it’s Bucky’sthick,
hard cock, and it’s so fucking hot, because this is Bucky’s first time pushing
into a man, too… And he can hear Bucky choke on a grunt in his throat and then
release a loud rush of air, and everything combined makes Steve feel like doing
nothing but screaming for the entire building to hear.
“Oh my god,” Bucky whispers, barely audible. Steve opens his eyes at the sound.
Bucky’s own are shut, and his lips are parted. His brows are creased and his
breath keeps catching in his chest, pushing out soft but stuttered. It’s
reminds Steve of the first time he really and truly sawart. He’d been a child
then, and he’d been to many museums and gazed upon many paintings… but then
he’d seen it.
Composition VIIby Wassily Kandinsky. He’d never be able to pinpoint what
exactly it’d beenabout that particular painting, but it was like his eyes
landed upon it and for a single moment, all he’d been doing was looking… And
then suddenly in the next, he was breathless and overwhelmed and feelingit…
Emotions twisting and colliding inside of him as he stood there, only
eightyears old, and stared up at that painting as if it had just told him the
meaning up life. For Steve, it’d been something of an out-of-body experience.
When Sarah had come to take his hand and move him along, she was surprised to
see that Steve was crying.
Staring up at Bucky and feeling them connected like this reminds him of how
he’d felt that day. There are no tears in his eyes this time, but there’s that
same sensation where it feels like his heart is swelling and he can’t contain
everything he’s suddenly experiencing inside – the complete and irrevocable
lovehe feels for Bucky. Not knowing how to process it, he pulls him down and
kisses him. That seems to bring Bucky back down to reality, and thinking that
that was Steve’s way of giving him the green light, he starts to move;
thrusting shallowly in and out of him. Steve’s mouth falls open against his
with a pitchy gasp, because more discomfort but thricethe pleasure crawls its
way around his body. Bucky feels even fucking better when he’s movinginside of
him. Bucky pants hot air into Steve’s opened mouth and then presses in further
and licks straight into it, beating their tongues and getting Steve to kiss
back. Steve grabs Bucky’s ass with one hand and hooks his arm under Bucky’s
armpit so he can hold onto his shoulder with the other.
The thrusts start to get deeper; each one loosens Steve up a little bit more
inside, as if carving the path to allow Bucky’s cock to sink even further into
him. Steve finds himself moaning, incapable of suppressing it orits volume, as
his body rocks up and down in tiny motions every time Bucky’s hips snap
forward. When he’s able to start fucking him at a steady pace, Bucky pushes
himself up onto his forearms so he can open his eyes and stare down at Steve.
The look on his face once again makes Steve feel like he’s going to unravel on
the spot. So he grabs Bucky’s tie and yanks him back down for another kiss.
Steve’s used to Bucky being a talker, so he isn’t prepared for how unusually
silenthe is right now. Save for the little moans, grunts, and loud panting, he
hasn’t said a word. There’s something incredibly hotabout it, though… Like
Bucky’s too swept up in it and having just as difficult of a time wrapping his
mind around everything he’s feeling – the pure fucking blisscoursing through
their veins and making their heads spin – that he doesn’t have the brain power
for dirty talking at the moment.
They roll around and play with the positions a bit, to see which ones Steve
likes best. He finds that he enjoys being on top while Bucky’s on his back,
because impaling himself like that makes it feel so much deeper. But he doesn’t
like it asmuch as riding him when Bucky’s sitting upright and Steve’s in his
lap, at eye level. His mobility is a little more limited that way, but it’s
when he’s got one hand holding the back of Bucky’s neck, while the other is
fisting in that blue tie and their foreheads are pressed together… And Steve’s
rocking his hips back and forth, with Bucky holding them together and splaying
his hand against Steve’s tailbone, helping him rock just a bit harder,making
things a bit deeper…
It’s the first position that gets Bucky touching his prostate, making him
scrunch up his nose and releasing a strangled sound. They keep staring into
each other’s eyes and Bucky leans in that half inch and nips on his bottom lip,
tugging on it gently and then letting it fall from between his teeth. So
fucking sexy, Jesus Christ, Bucky’s so fucking sexy – Steve just pulls on
Bucky’s tie and crushes their lips together again.
When Steve starts to feel a little too exerted, Bucky brings him down on his
back again and resumes fucking into him that way. Steve stares up at him,
watching with bleary eyes and sweat covering him all over. He loves the way
Bucky seems to have a preference for looking down and watching his cock moving
in and out of him. Or how he can’t seem to handle the sight for too long at a
time, because then he’s always blinking hard and exhaling loudly, tipping his
head back to look up to the ceiling, as if trying to shake it off and not come
to soon.
“Harder,” Steve breathes. Bucky’s head falls forward and he stares down at him,
before his upper lip twitches just the tiniest bit and he starts thrusting into
him a bit rougher. Steve’s back bridges and he moans, but then he’s whining out
again, “Harder…” He hears Bucky groan and then his asshole starts to sting as
Bucky does as he’s told. Still, he wants more. So Steve cries out and nods,
eyes closed, before turning his head from side to side and begging in time with
the thrusts making his body jostle up and down along the mattress, “Yeah, yeah,
oh my god, Buck, harder... Harder... Harder…”
Bucky’s focus looks completely gonenow as he grabs Steve’s legs and bends them,
touching the blond’s bony knees to his chest. Anchoring his hands on the back
of Steve’s thighs, just below his knees, he pushes down and uses them as
leverage to start slamming into him aggressively. Steve screams,relief and
euphoria and just the slightest bit of pain instantly paralyzing him and making
him capable of doing nothing but taking it like a needy bitch in heat.
Bucky exhales a rush of air with every thrust, and Steve can’t take it anymore
– he grabs for his dick and starts stroking to hardness again. He finds a nice
rhythm that falls into tandem with the snapping of Bucky’s body against his –
the heady sound of Bucky’s balls slapping against Steve’s ass every. Single.
Fucking. Time – and he feels himself ready to fall apart again. Bucky’s been
watching his face intently, and the first thing he says is when he asks
quickly, “You gonna come?”
Steve just fucks his fist over his cock quicker, losing his finesse and pacing,
and nods frantically, squeezing his eyes shut and licking his lips. Bucky lets
go of his legs and lowers himself down again to resume pounding into him in the
same position as when they’d started. Steve’s hand doesn’t let up around his
cock, and he thinks he likes this position secondbest because he enjoys feeling
smothered under Bucky’s weight. He gets painfully hard and clammy in his hand.
He whimpers, quicker and louder, until he's shouting, “Fuck!” before sobbing
hoarsely as he starts to come between their bodies.
He feels his muscles clenching spastically around Bucky’s cock, and suddenly
the brunet is burying his forehead against Steve’s neck and fucking him faster,
beginning to moan hotly; quicker and louder, just like Steve had sounded. “Oh
my god, oh my god, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he keeps panting against Steve’s skin,
and then suddenly he moans once, twice, then slams into Steve and goes silent;
mouth hung open in a silent scream as his orgasm hits him and he begins to
shoot into the condom. Gasping loudly, he thrusts his hips sluggishly a few
more times as he rides it out - now trembling all over, same as the body
beneath him.
Steve removes his hand from himself and the second he does, Bucky collapses
against him. Steve’s so satiated and feels so fucking boneless that he doesn’t
mind being a human pillow for a while. For a few minutes, all they do is lie
there and catch their breath, twitching here and there. Eventually, Bucky pulls
out of him. Steve winces, but only for a moment, and then Bucky’s sitting up
and staring ahead like he doesn’t even know where he is. Thanks to all the hair
grabbing and tousling, the product that’d been slicking his hair back now has
it all messy and sticking up all over the place. After slipping the loosened
tie off of his neck, Steve watches him reach down lazily and grab his pair of
boxers. For lack of a better towel, he uses them to wipe up Steve’s come from
his own stomach, before cleaning up Steve’s as well. After removing and
discarding the condom, Bucky flops back down onto his side next to Steve.
Opening his eyes, the two look to each other and then share a tired, breathless
smile.
“Wow,” Bucky exhales.
“Yeah, no kiddin’…”
“Jesus Christ, Steve, you were so fuckin’ tight… Spent about three-quarters of
that time trying to think of anything I could not to come to soon or
something.”
Steve hums and turns over so he can tangle their legs together and get nice and
close. Brushing his lips against Bucky’s, he closes the distance and kisses
him. They waste a few minutes that way; calming down with slow, almost drunken
kisses until Bucky’s breaking away and chuckling, “‘Kay, we don’t stop that and
m’gonna be horny again soon.”
Steve grins and lets his head fall heavily into the pillow. “Sorry,” he
replies, hardly feeling sorry at all.
Bucky smiles at him and then asks, “What time is it anyways?”
Steve peers past him at the clock on the night table. “Almost five.”
“Seriously?” Bucky turns over and double-checks. Then he glances to Steve with
surprise and they both find themselves dissolving into laughter. Bucky pulls
the smaller boy to him and sighs. “Was gonna suggest we hop in the jacuzzi to
properly clean ourselves off, but if we don’t get some sleep, we’re gonna waste
the whole day away. And there’s a lotI wanna do before four p.m. So… you think
I cleaned us up well enough for now?”
Steve nods, eyes already closed and burying his face into Bucky’s neck. The
covers had been tugged all over the place in their lovemaking, so he sighs with
content when he feels Bucky pull them over their bodies. Bucky blindly feels
along the wall next to the bed for the light switch, until he finally finds it
and flicks it off. Steve feels like he could sink right into the bed and yet
stilllike he could also float away. He knows he won’t have any trouble falling
asleep because at this rate, he’s already halfway there.
“You have a good time tonight, Stevie?” Bucky whispers. He sounds exhausted,
too.
“Mm? Yeah…”
“M’glad. Me too.”
“Mm…”
There’s a short silence, and Bucky tightens his arms around him.
“Hey, Steve?”
Steve inhales deeply through his nose, trying to hang on to consciousness.
“Mm?”
“…Does this mean that, come Monday, I can hold your hand at school?”
A tiny, blissful smile curls up the corners of Steve’s mouth. He nods. “Sure,
Buck.”
Bucky seems to hesitate and then shyly asks, “And maybe… I could kiss you too
sometimes? Like, before we said bye for class or somethin’?”
Steve’s nuzzles his face against Bucky’s neck, shifting a bit and snuggling
closer. “Yeah, Buck. We can do that…”
He faintly feels Bucky’s lips pressing against the top of his head. He can’t
remember the last time he felt this relaxed.
“I love you so much, kid,” Bucky whispers.
“I love you,” Steve manages to whisper back before his breathing deepens and
evens out.
He falls asleep still smiling. 
 
End Notes
     The fucking amazing stuckylicious did this fanart for the original
     story, Bucky Me, and everyone needs to see it and go follow her right
     meow:
     [https://38.media.tumblr.com/b1c913e0674049e7451ff13b1a24060d/
     tumblr_nf21zf2RRQ1told9vo1_1280.jpg]
The inspiration for Steve's haircut is basically: Thinks Steve in CA:TWS lol
Inspiration for Bucky's hair:
[http://i.imgur.com/diQbpuX.jpg]
[http://i.imgur.com/oloz3kj.png]
[http://i.imgur.com/u0lufIL.jpg]
Inspiration for Tony's suit - this actual suit RDJ wore because he's fucking
awesome:
[http://i.imgur.com/b7JVacP.jpg]
Composition VII by Wassily Kandinsky, in case anyone was curious (Kandinsky is
actually one of my favourite artists haha):
[http://i.imgur.com/3zd9KKV.jpg]
AND OF COURSE...
Stucky-Inspired porn gifs/pics today:
1. Oh hey there, guy who looks like he could be a teenage Bucky
[http://i.imgur.com/uX5Ttst.gif]
2. Rimmiiiiiiing
[http://i.imgur.com/ujqGbpv.jpg]
3. You can't tell me you don't look at this and think "Bucky and skinny!Steve!"
[http://i.imgur.com/aDNCHXu.jpg]
4. WHAT THE FUCK, THIS IS SKINNY STEVE LIKE WHAT THE FRESH HELL IS GOING ON
SOMEONE SLAP ME WHAT IS REALITY CAUSE THIS IS SKINNY STEVE
[http://i.imgur.com/LopNIi2.jpg]
As always, I pretty much get any smutty gif or pic from the
stevebuckypornlookalikes blog <3
See you next time, sex monkeys! ;)
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