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Steve is...worried isn’t the right word, because he’s not at that point yet. It’s not uncommon for Bucky to be getting in late. Sometimes, work at the Dock runs till dark, and Bucky always stays so the men with children can get home on time. Steve doesn’t mind, really, he just wishes there was a way for Bucky to let him know, so he wouldn’t worry.
Not that he needs to worry about Bucky, or that there is any reason for him to worry about Bucky. Nope. Because Buck is his best pal, and that is all they’re gonna be. It doesn’t matter what Steve’s heart wants. They...it isn’t done, not that. It doesn’t matter what they’ve done with their bodies, Steve knows that a—a relationship , ain’t gonna happen.
It doesn’t mean Steve doesn’t worry, no matter how much he tells himself to stop. He’s keeping the stew on the stove, stirrin’ it around the pot slowly to keep it warm. Steve hadn’t had anywhere else to go after his Ma passed, and Bucky had a spare room he gave to Steve—not that it gets much use, though. Making dinner and doing the chores wasn’t a condition for Steve moving in, but if he was gonna sit at home like Bucky’s wife while he worked for both of ‘em, he was gonna do what he could.
Steve lets out a relieved sigh when keys jingle in the door, and he listens to Bucky let himself into their apartment. He doesn’t even try to lift the pot of their dinner off the stove, not when it’s so full. He’ll have Bucky do it later, after they’ve eaten and talked some. Steve might even work on a few sketches he has going while Bucky reads.
“Hey, Stevie,” Bucky says, coming up behind Steve and pressing in close, winding his arms around Steve’s small waist. Bucky presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, and he can hear Bucky breathe in deeply.
“I ain't no dame, Buck,” Steve snaps, but he doesn’t step out of Bucky’s arms. This isn’t something Bucky’s done before, and Steve doesn’t know how to react.
“Don’t be like that, Stevie,” Bucky breathes against his neck, his lips grazing the skin and Steve shudders. He always does, when Bucky touches him like this. “I don’t wanna be fightin’ with my best guy right now.”
“M’not your best guy,” Steve grumbles, though he knows it’s weak. This is everything he’s ever wanted, and he can’t even pretend to be upset. He takes a deep breath, mostly to build courage. “If I’m your best guy, it’d make you my best man, y’know.”
“Of course I know that, Stevie,” Bucky says, his voice dropping lower as he brings his hips flush to Steve’s ass. God , it feels better than it should, such a simple touch.
“Is that what’s got you all sour?” Bucky asks, easily hooking his chin over Steve’s shoulder as he slips his hands under the hem of Steve’s t-shirt to splay out over his bare belly. “I know we ain’t never talked about it, but I thought you knew I was all yours, Stevie.”
Steve turns in Bucky’s arms, then, and he can’t keep the shock from showing on his face. Bucky gives him a lopsided smile, his flirting smile, and Steve rolls his eyes, even though his heart feels fit to burst. The words themselves are enough to make Steve’s whole world feel brighter, and the way Bucky has begun to sway them back and forth makes Steve’s chest warm.
“All mine, huh? And how’d lil’ ole me land such a stud like you?” Steve asks, and even though his face must be red with his blush, he presses a long kiss to Bucky’s chin, his stubble catching on Steve’s lip.
“You never had to land me, Stevie. You’ve always had me.”
“Gah, you’re such a charmer, Buck,” Steve jokes even as his cheeks get warmer, and he presses closer when Bucky grabs his ass, his smile turning filthy.
“I thought you knew,” Bucky tells him with a shrug. “I don’t wake up with just anyone.”
“Oh, ‘course. Silly me, should’a known all along,” Steve says, and he lets Bucky dance them around the kitchen. He rests his head on Bucky’s shoulder, wrapping his own arms around his neck to tangle in the hair along Bucky’s nape. Steve settles into the comforting rocking, letting Bucky lead.
Steve’s never danced with no one, not with the gal’s at parties and certainly never with Bucky. There’s no tune, but that doesn’t matter to either of them. He likes it. He likes how close Bucky is holding him. His head fits neatly under Buck’s chin, and Steve closes his eyes, his chest feeling warm and his heart feeling full.
“Why don’t you go wait for me in our bed?” Bucky asks after a few more minutes of them swaying around. Steve doesn’t miss the use of the “our”. It makes him smile, and he gives Bucky a slow kiss, licking into his mouth and sucking on his tongue until Buck groans real low.
“Don’t keep me waiting long,” Steve teases, practically running off to what has been their bedroom since he first moved in.
It had taken him a while to get over the insecurities he had regarding his body. He knew he was nothing special, hell, was the complete opposite of what the dames wanted but...Bucky had never looked at him with anything other than heat in his eyes. It was heady, for Steve, to know someone as handsome as Bucky was attracted to him.
Steve wastes no time in stripping down, and he lays himself out on their— their —bed as he waits. He’s already hard, his cock standing against his belly. He doesn’t touch it—he’s always been sensitive, and if he gets himself going now, he won’t last a minute once Bucky joins him. So, he closes his eyes as he waits, and he can’t quite stop his lips from shaping up into a smile at the memory of Bucky’s words.
Bucky’s voice startles him from his thoughts when he says, “So pretty for me, Stevie.” His voice is dropped low, more of a growl than anything else, and Steve whines in response.
He’s always been loud when they’re together like this, and tonight he’s even louder than usual. It feels like he can let go in a way he never has before, because now Bucky is his , and Steve is Bucky’s, and he doesn’t have to hide how much he wants this. He makes grabby hands, and the laugh Bucky lets out is pure joy.
Steve watches, eyes hungry, as Bucky strips down, revealing long lines of muscled skin. Steve’s always been attracted to Bucky, to his crooked grin and his bright eyes. It’s no different now. Now, he gets to see all of Bucky, have all of Bucky, apparently, and it makes Steve’s dick leak as Bucky climbs onto the bed.
“C’mere,” Steve whines, knowing Bucky likes the noises he makes.
Bucky only takes one of his outstretched hands, though Steve can’t complain when the other trails up his thigh. Bucky rubs along the crease of his hip before he starts to play with Steve’s balls and god, god , Buck’s hands have always felt so good. Steve’s own are smooth, as small as the rest of his body is, but Bucky’s are big and rough. The texture of them has always felt so good against Steve’s skin, against his dick, and the roughened texture is the main reason Steve never lasts very long.
Finally, finally , Bucky leans down for a kiss, coming to a stop with his entire body blanketing Steve’s. Steve spreads his legs wider so Bucky can settle between them easier, and Bucky keeps himself supported where his elbows are rested on the bed beside Steve’s ribs, careful to never press down with his full weight. Steve leans into the kiss, sucking Bucky’s bottom lip into his mouth like he knows Bucky likes. He palms Bucky’s arms, making an appreciative noise as he squeezes the flexed muscle.
Bucky is so big and he is so, so strong. He is so many things that Steve is not and will never be, but the contrast is part of what he likes so much. Bucky is grinding into the crease of his hip when Steve manages to get his legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, twisting his ankles together at the small of Bucky’s back. He uses the leverage to grind upwards, the sensitive head of his cock scratching against the rough hair of Bucky’s crotch.
Unlike Steve, Bucky is hairy everywhere , and he loves it. Loves to run his hands over the soft hair along Bucky’s thighs, cuddle into the thick patch on Bucky’s chest. Steve isn’t very hairy, all pale, smooth skin and bones. But Bucky likes it, likes him , in ways Steve hadn’t thought possible.
It makes it all better, and Steve has to stop the kiss because he’s panting so hard, though Bucky doesn’t really pull back, only shifts so he can press their foreheads together. This is Steve’s favourite thing to do, just rubbing together, their bodies pressed so, so close, like if they tried hard enough they could become one.
Steve scratches his nails down Bucky’s back, digging deep enough to leave marks. Bucky curses, his back arching and Steve grins. He had no idea if Bucky was going to like it, but the thought of leaving marks was enough to have him try, anyway.
“So good, Stevie,” Bucky moans, and he leans down to attack Steve’s collarbone. They’ve never done this before, but Bucky’s teeth feel so good biting into his skin. It gets even better when Bucky sucks , and Steve makes an embarrassing noise even as his balls get tighter.
“Buck,” Steve moans out loudly when Bucky wraps a hand around both their cocks.
“Look at us, Stevie,” Bucky says into his ear, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin and it pulls a moan from them both.
Steve looks down, of course he does, and nearly loses it all right there. Bucky has them both in his hand, and while Steve had felt it, seeing it is so much better. Bucky moves his head down to continue sucking at Steve’s neck, somehow managing to keep a steady rhythm as he strokes them together. Steve’s brain feels like mush, heat licking up his spine and settling low in his belly.
“Look how small ya are, Stevie.” There’s a rough edge to Bucky’s voice, and it makes Steve whine again. He’s right, though, and just the sight of their cocks pressed together is one Steve will never get tired of.
Steve is small all over, another reason he ain’t ever tried with dames, but Bucky loves it. He’s never made Steve feel ashamed about his lack of size, not like the lads used to do in school. The first time they had been together like this, naked, Steve had been so worried. They were so young, just figuring out their bodies, but Steve already knew he didn’t look like he should.
But Bucky had loved it, had nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste to get closer, to get a better look. Steve hadn’t even had to touch him before Bucky was spilling, come messily shooting between them. Steve had followed, of course, and he hasn’t felt shy since.
“So much bigger than ya,” Bucky groans, speeding up his hand, and that’s it, all it takes for Steve to come, spilling between them as he cries out. He drags his hands down Bucky’s back, digging his fingers into his skin and holds on for all his worth as the world seems to explode out of his dick.
Bucky uses the wetness to slick his own cock, and his hand goes even faster. Steve’s mind has left his body, but he has enough sense left to catch Bucky’s earlobe between his teeth and tease it, just to help Bucky along a little. It works as Steve planned, and Bucky follows him over the edge, covering Steve’s belly in his spunk.
He doesn’t flop down onto Steve, never does, and instead falls to the side. They’re still all pressed together, both of them panting through the bliss. Steve feels his face slip back into a smile, happy and satisfied. He feels good, loose and pleased, and he hums with contentment.
“C’mere,” Bucky says through a mumble, and he pulls Steve onto his body, rolling onto his back so Steve has no choice but to follow and starfish over Bucky’s chest.
“Buck,” he complains, since their mess is gonna dry between them and they’ll have to peel themselves apart in the morning. Still, it’s only half hearted, and he doesn't protest further when Bucky’s arms tighten around him.
“Go t’sleep, darlin’,” Bucky tells him, his voice hardly more than a whisper—Bucky always falls right into sleep after he comes—and tonight Steve is thankful for that. He doesn’t need Bucky to see his blush, or the smile that threatens to split his face open at the endearment. Bucky’s never called him nothin’ like darling before.
He presses his smile into Bucky’s chest, and he doesn’t fight sleep when it pulls him down.