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The painting, after a few affectionate weeks, was still unfinished. Their sessions only lasted about fifteen minutes due to Bucky's bedroom eyes that stared straight in to Steve's soul, and his mouth, that besides looking absolutely sinful, was very quick at creating words and sounds that more or less invited Steve away from the canvas. And once again Bucky had gotten his way and was currently pounding in to a very satisfied Steve, who in turn was leaving paint streaks on Bucky's neck as he pulled the man down for a kiss. "Fuck, I'm gonna-"
There was a knock at the door. With wide eyes Steve pushed Bucky off and quickly pulled on his trousers and a sweater. Bucky was left on the bed stark naked and gasping for something to be done. "Shush. I swear to god, Buck, if that's the old widow from upstairs complaining about noise again, next time you intend on sticking your dick in me, I am gagging you, ya hear me?" Steve demanded with a hushed tone that slightly wavered when he zipped up his trousers. Bucky groaned, partly because of the interruption, and partly because he very much was not against the idea his partner had just joked.
***
It had in fact been the old lady from upstairs, Mrs. Goodwin, at the door. She had scrunched her brows at Steve's slightly breathless, yet happy, demeanor and his unusually messy hair when the man had opened the door. "How are you today Mrs. G-," Steve paused at the look on the visitors face: "Laura?" The old lady's face softened in reply: "Ah, I am well, Steven. What has got you in such a jolly mood today?" At that, Bucky, who had seated himself at the living room windowsill a moment ago, chuckled and let out a polite: "Mornin', Mrs. Goodwin." The woman met him with clear annoyance on her face. Unlike every other person to meet James Barnes, she had never liked him. And after seeing and hearing the amount of women to run in and out of their apartment and his bed, she was even more certain that the nice blond young man is the only good one in their apartment. And even after the steady flow of scantily clad women had stopped, her opinions did not change.
Steve sent a small smile towards Bucky and then shifted on his feet to awnser Mrs. Goodwin: "Well I've been paintin' all mornin' and I'm really likin' the process this time, I guess. What brings you here?"
Mrs.Goodwin smiled softly and stepped aside to reveal a mop of a dog who was laying on the hallway floor, chewing on it's own leg. She spoke with intent and flattery in her tone: "Well I'm visiting my sister for the week and Kitty cannot stand travelling now that he's old and he really needs a place to stay and of course I thought of you because you're the most trustworthy man in this city and Kitty does not like leaving far from home either-"
Bucky interrupted the woman: "No, no, no. No way in hell can we look after a dog. Tell her, ba- Steve."
"Bah. Like I'd trust him with you," Mrs. Goodwin puffed.
Steve sighed and knelt down to extend his hand towards the dog, Kitty. The half blind creature stopped gnawing on it's leg and shuffled over Mrs. Goodwin's feet to reach Steve's hand. It gently gnawed on that too.
A smile rose on to Steve's lips: "So two weeks, yeah?"
Bucky groaned in the background, but knew he had lost the battle even before it started so he just settled on retreating back into their bedroom. Mrs. Goodwin flashed a bright smile and grabbed the large bag she had apparently brought along and hid behind the wall.
"Oh, you are such a dear, Steven. Here you go," she said, pushing the bag inside of the apartment, "I included a list of care instructions and his medication information. All you need is in there."
"Wait, right now?" Steve asked with wide eyes. Even though he had gotten up to answer the door, pausing his and Bucky's tender fucking, it didn't mean he wasn't going to press play again as soon as the front door had shut.
"Well of course, dear. I leave in an hour. Now, I truly must go pack. Thank you so much for this!" the old lady waddles away.
The dog is still weakly chewing Steve's hand. Bucky is moaning by himself in the shower.
"Well, fuck."
***
"The dog is fed, walked, medicated and played with. I think the thing is sleeping. I don't know. Might be dead. I didn't want to get too close to the fucker 'cause I'm afraid he's gonna wake up and be a menace again," Bucky huffed, walking in to the bedroom.
It turned out that Kitty wasn't as calm as you'd expect a 11 year old little dog to be. He quickly took a liking to Bucky despite his protests and followed him around everywhere. The thing had been around for a week now and had already interrupted multiple makeout and heavy petting sessions between the two men. They both were full of pent up frustration and their patience was wearing thin. No doors could be closed or the dog would yell, but also no touching Bucky was allowed in the creatures mind. Everytime Steve came in contact with Bucky, the dog would start growling and barking. Steve hated the dog.
"Okay. Fuck me. And be quiet," Steve said from his spot from under the covers.
Bucky chuckled: "Aye, aye captain."
He made quick work of his clothes and as he pulled back the sheets, he was delighted to see that his partner was bare under the covers. Steve's breath hitched as Bucky knelt between his legs, tugging his form as close to his own as he could.
"I prepped already. While you were out. Figured we need to be as quick as possible with this," Steve breathed.
Bucky let out a groan from the words. The thought of Steve working himself open, on their bed, gasping and writhing, got Bucky worked up like nothing else. He grabbed his love from his thighs and pulled them around his waist. Steve arched his back and pulled Bucky in for a kiss. Quickly Bucky lined his length to Steve's entrance and glanced up to see an affirming nod. He pushed in, bottoming out, drawing loud moans from both of them. They stilled, listening for movements in the other room, and when they were met with silence, Bucky started a steady, fast and firm pace, fucking in and out of Steve. They kissed nonstop, hoping the connection would at least muffle the sounds they were desperately wishing to make. Bucky had wrapped his hand around Steve's cock and was pumping it to the rhythm of his thrusts, thumbing at the head, making Steve let out blissful gasps.
The dog barked.
Bucky could have cried at that point. He was so close and judging by the shake of Steve's thighs, his love was too. But the dog wasn't barking near them, nor was he running towards the bedroom. He was barking at the door.
"I'm gonna kill that dog," Steve gasped.
"Please. Steve. Babydoll. Please. Just let me-" Bucky kept rutting into Steve, mouthing at his neck, trying to get Steve so fucked that his politeness would magically disappear and they could finish. It almost worked.
Steve pushed at Bucky's chest, unwrapping his unsteady legs from around Bucky, "No, Buck. I gotta get the door. Well, finish later, okay?"
Bucky had no choice but to let his boyfriend go.
***
"Laura! It's so great to see you! But, we weren't expecting you back for another week," Steve spoke after opening the door.
Kitty was licking at his owner's face, whining in her arms. The lady smiled: "Yes, well I missed my boy too much. And my sister was being a pain in my arse. I do hope Kitty's been well! Has he taken his madication?"
Steve chuckled at the idea of the dog taking his own medication and nodded: "Yes. We did everything as you wrote. He's been very good."
Bucky emerged from the bedroom, with the dog's bag packed in his hands. He had performed a small victory dance in the privacy of their bedroom once he heard the visitor. Finally he can touch his love in peace.
"Oh! Wonderful! If you don't mind, Steven, I'd like to take Kitty home now," Mrs. Goodwin said, smiling down at the devil incarnate in her arms.
Steve nodded with a smile: "Sure thing, Laura. I'm gonna miss the lil guy."
The lady took the bag Bucky was holding and left without another word to the men. Her cooing was heard until Steve shut the door.
Bucky chuckled: "I don't know how you do that. You act so polite and good and I'm just-"
Steve interrupted Bucky by turning around and planting a kiss on his lips.
"Now, we'll finish."
Bucky's eyes widened and the hard-on he had had only minutes prior was quickly returning. Steve grabbed his hand and swiftly pulled him to the bedroom. They fucked loud and hard that night. The whole night was full of either mind blowing sex or just soft touches and wet kisses. They finally had each other back and they wouldn't sleep through it, even if it meant they were both falling asleep at work the next day, dreaming of one another.