Chapter Text
To: Capt. Steven G. Rogers <[email protected]>
From: Sergent James B. Barnes <Capsicle#[email protected]>
Subject: NSFW
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I miss you...
Dare you to find out how much. *winky face*
[The video is freeze-framed on Bucky's sleepy face, on the screen. All Steve has to do is hit play.]
"Is it rolling, Jarvis?"
"Yes Sergeant Barnes." The AI answers dutifully.
Bucky shifts a little on the bed, his eyes carefully avoiding the camera as shyness creeps up on him, a soft flush spreading across his cheeks. He seems to take a moment before he squares his shoulders and tilts his head up to look at the camera.
Lust burns in the gray depths of his eyes, a slow grin turning his lips up at the corners.
"Hyia Stevie." he croons at the camera, still looking a little nervous, biting at his bottom lip. He's dressed in a baggy SHIELD sweatshirt and a pair of boxers, brown hair dishelved around his face, clean locks framing his face in a way that couldn't be anything except natural. "Remember when I dragged you into that porn store and we bought that 'Captain America' vibrator thats supposed to be as good as the real thing?" He paused to stare at the screen intently for a moment, pupils blown.
"Well, I figured now was as good a time as any to find out just how close it is to the real thing..." he trailed off slowly, reaching somewhere off screen to pull the box with the vibrator in it, and a bottle of lube.He dropped them on the bed, right next to the pillow where Steve would lay his head when he got back from his current mission.
Without waiting, he started pulling his clothes off, slipping off the too big sweatshirt and stripping his boxers off slowly. Already hard, it was obvious he was getting off on just the idea of Steve watching this somewhere, maybe even jerking off to it. Once he was completely naked, he took a moment to get comfortable again, settling down with his back against the headboard, his lower back supported by every pillow in their suite.
A drop of pre-come beaded at the tip of his aching erection and once it was fat enough, it began to roll down his shaft. Buckys hands moved slowly, starting at his neck and mapping the flesh all the way down to his nipples, where he brushed the tips of his fingers across the hardened buds, shuddering. "Fuck baby...I miss your hands all over me." he whispered, flesh and metal sliding farther down to brush against the trail of hair that led to his pubic hair, trimmed and neat. His metal hand fisted around the bottom of his shaft and stroked upward slowly, his head falling back with a low moan. "I miss the bruises and the shock of your tongue sucking love bites..." he breathed, his mouth having dropped open into a soft, breathless moan.
Slowly, his eyes opened, glazed and dark, he focused on the camera, his breathing catching. "I didn't turn on the feed just so you could watch me jack off, Punk...Well, okay, maybe I did." he teased, squirting a little of the lube he'd set on the bed into his metal hand, carefully slicking up his metal digits. With his eyes still locked on the camera, he spread his legs open and bared himself for Steve to see. The camera either zoomed in, or he moved closer to the screen, but there, held tightly in place by the slightly red, stretched ring of muscle was a plug. Designed to hold him open, like a...pre-prep for Steve, because he knew that Steve didn't want to hurt him, it's keeping him nice and stretched out. His flesh hand comes into view, and he taps it lightly, body moving as he arched and let out a positively filthy sound, wrecked and wanton.
After a moment, he does it again and produces the same reaction, his legs shuddering just a little. Slowly, his index finger caught on the small hook that allows him to begin pulling it out. And inch by glorious inch, the thing is pulled free of his body, his poor pucker stretched further and further as it thickens the more he pulls out, before narrowing to the slightly rounded tip. Low whimpers, helpless and aroused fill the air as the camera focuses again, and he finally slides the thing free of himself. He's not gaping open by any means, but he's certainly loose now, his asshole fluttering softly as his body clenched around nothing.
"I've had that in since this morning..." he admits quietly, his shiny fingers making an appearance now and the camera zooms out and the rest of him becomes visible. Metal digits circle around the stretched entrance into his body and he moaned low and soft at the teasing sensation of being so loose. "Fuck baby, I'm so loose, bet you could just slip right inside of me. Just slick your cock up and fuck right into me..." he slurred softly at the camera. When he looks at it, his eyes are unfocused and he's clearly too lost in moment to do anything more than continue it.
His fingers finally slipped into his body, his eyes closing as the smooth plates slide against velvety walls. And it's like he can't help himself, after the first time he brushed against his prostate, he started fucking his fingers into him ruthlessly. Sinfully red lips fall open and he's moaning wantonly, practically shouting with the way his fingers ghost along his prostate and he's able to all but milk himself. His cock bobbed obscenely, bright red at the tip, that thick vein at the underside throbbing angrily.
Like before though, he stops what he's doing and pulls his fingers free, dazed eyes following the path of his hands as they reach towards the box with the vibrator in it. "Let's see just how easy it would be to slide you inside of me..." he breathed, opening the box gingerly. He pulled the vibrator from the box. Beautifully chic, with no sign of bumps or ridges along the shaft of it. Red, white and blue with a star on the front, he takes a moment to admire it, running his fingers along the smooth silicone, a warm hum leaving him. "Well, they got the color, size, and texture all wrong. So far I'm not impressed." he teased, shooting the camera a cocky, teasing smirk.
With little ceremony, he coated the phallus in lube, making sure it was good and slick so he wouldn't end up hurting himself. Like before--when he'd pulled the plug out--the camera zoomed in a little, though not enough to block out his face, or the stretch of his body on their bed. Slowly, he fit the tip of it to his stretched hole and pushed a little. His body accepted it, and stretched obligingly around it, a soft whimper parting his lips again, his eyes falling closed. "Fuck Stevie..." he murmured, biting at his bottom lip again. Not nervous this time, turned on. Aroused. He pushed the vibrator into him further, until he felt like he was so full he might split in two. It still wasn't as good as Steve...it wasn't hot like Steve was. It didn't pulsate inside of him like Steve did when he clenched down.
His middle finger flicked along the front side of it until he discovered the switch, which he promptly pressed, flicking it on to the lowest setting. It hummed very softly, muted because Bucky's body absorbed the shock of it. His legs immediately tensed, and his hips rocked up helplessly, thrusting against nothing, hopelessly seeking friction. His cock throbbed against his belly, another ooze of pre-come seeping from the slit at the head. "Fuck...s'n-s'not as good as you, Stevie...but fuck...feels good." he moaned, shuffling around slowly until he was on his knees in front of the camera. The vibrator wasn't visible anymore, but he was facing the camera now, and his cock bobbed again, flushed and visibly aching.
"Mm...was gonna try...and go up to the highest setting...oh god.." his hips jerked again, his metal hand sliding around his cock, still wet with lube and making his slide through his fist easy and pleasurable. Slowly, he began rocking his hips, fucking himself into his hand. His flesh hand disappeared behind him to hold the vibrator still inside of him, keeping it from sliding out. He hit the switch to take it to the medium setting. Like when he'd turned it on, his hips thrusted uncoordinated into his hand, fingers tightening around the shaft. "But I-I dunno if I'mma ma-make it that far..." he groaned, his lips bitten red and swollen, his chest and cheeks flushed red with desire. God, how he wished Steve was here to fuck him or to actually watch him do this.
"Miss you so fuckin' much, Stevie. Can't wait til you get home...gonna bend over the kitchen counter for you, let you fuck me real good..." he moaned, licking his lips and holding "eyes" with the camera. "Love you...GOD, I miss you.." he whimpered softly, his breathing getting harsher the closer to his orgasm he got. Slowly, he flicked the switch for the highest setting.
He let out a strangled yelp, his hand giving four good, painfully jerky tugs of his erection before he was coming. White splattered up across his chest, in five, pulsating strands, his body convulsing lightly. "Steeeeve..." he whimpered, his breathing coming in short gasps, eyes falling closed. With his jerky hands--because the vibrator was still vibrating away inside of him, keeping him oversensitive and uncoordinated--he pulled the vibrator free, flicked it off and collapsed back onto the bed with a huff.After a moment, he opened his eyes and began scooping up the splatters of his come on his chest with his hand. And then, without missing a beat, he met the camera with his eyes again, a teasing smirk pulling at his lips, confident and cocky, ruined only by how flushed and fucked out he looked. And then he started licking it off his fingers and hand, cleaning himself up effectively, all while holding the camera in his focus, tongue moving obscenely across his fingers.
"Well Stevie..." he purred in a low, husky tone, fluttering long eyelashes at him. "I hope you know that I meant what I said. I really do miss you. A lot. And I love you almost as much as I miss you. Come back in one piece." he breathed, his eyes softening and clearing a little. It really was hell sleeping in this bed alone. "Til the end of the line, right, Stevie?" he ask, like the camera was going to somehow answer him. "Yeah, yeah. I know it's not a Skype call, and it's just a video...don't start. Be smart Rogers, don't put yourself in any dangerous positions." he gave him a threatening look and then cracked a smile. Bashfully, he blew the camera a kiss and the video stopped on his sleepy face again, frozen there on the screen.
Hope you don't get into trouble for this.
Love you,
B