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Steve was surprised when Bucky came back home early from the bar, barely drunk. Usually he and the other dock workers stayed out until morning came. It was especially surprising when Bucky didn’t take off his coat, shoes, or hat. He just stood in their shared bedroom, staring at Steve.
“You alright?” Steve asked, looking up from The Wizard of Oz. “Seem a bit… razzled.”
Bucky jumped, cleared his throat. “Nah, I’m great. Great.” Then he turned away, finally taking off the hat and coat, though the shoes stayed on.
Steve shrugged and got back to reading when Bucky hightailed it out of the room.
There were clattering sounds of Bucky fussing around the way he always did when he got nervous. Doing the dishes Steve had forgotten about and then folding blankets, if he had to guess.
Steps on the floorboards signaled Bucky’s return and Steve looked up just in time to see Bucky striding towards him.
Bucky plopped himself on the edge of Steve’s bed instead of his own. He plucked the book out of Steve’s hands, and asked, “You ever mess around with a fella?”
Steve nearly punched him. Cold all over, he opened and closed his mouth. Bucky just looked at him expectantly, ludicrously calm. But Steve couldn’t think of a thing to say.
Because he had fucked fellas. Plenty.
Mostly on nights where Bucky had ditched him at bars to go make time with dames. Steve would make his way over to the other side of town, the wrong side of town, and make something of a night for himself.
Bucky leaned down and started untying his shoes, and casually said, “Actually, don’t answer that. I know the answer. I saw you last week at one of those places. The Franklin.”
”You—“ Steve lurched back like he’d been hit. “You go to—?”
”Not my type of bar.” Bucky got both of his shoes off. Then he stood, pacing away from the bed as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “But I was walkin’ past it last week and I saw you leavin’ with some dumb lookin’ mook with bad hair.”
Steve stared, frozen under the sheets, as Bucky continued, “Then I got to considerin’ some things I hadn’t before. I figured— Hey, I’m pretty easy on the eyes. And if Steve likes to fool around with fellas, enough to hang around there of all places, then maybe he’d like to… maybe you could want to fool around with me. Instead.” Bucky rocked on his feet, hands going to his pockets once his button up was gone.
”You’re not—” Steve choked out. “You don’t go that way.”
“Didn’t think you did either.” Bucky shrugged. “But, first time for everything, huh?”
Steve blinked, sat up a little straighter. “You goin’ through something? Some dame said no and now you’re tryin’ to get yourself something at home?”
“No!“ For the first time, Bucky looked flustered. Steve didn’t think he’d ever seen him so nervous. “Steve, no. That’s not— I wasn’t with any girl. I was with the guys but I’d been thinkin’ about you all week and then I was walkin’ home. I wanted to see you and…” Bucky trailed off, looking at Steve like he’d run out of whatever script he’d come up with.
“You were thinking about me,” Steve said slowly. Bucky nodded. Steve raised an expectant eyebrow.
“I was thinkin’… I mean, I don’t know the way you usually do things,” he said. “But I’d do what you like doin’, whatever that is. If you want.”
Steve pushed back the sheets. He stared at his own hands where they gripped onto the fabric.
“Steve?” Bucky started. “Are you… Should I…?”
“Now I’m thinking,” Steve said. And he was. “Just stay there and shush for a minute.”
Because what did Bucky really know about the kind of bars Steve went to?
He couldn’t help remembering his nights out with other men, faceless and blurred together, dirty and fast and just for one night.
And then there was Bucky. He was just standing there biting his lip, in an undershirt and gray slacks and thick wool socks. It was all happening too fast but Steve wanted… he wanted…
“Bucky,” Steve started, then stopped. He took a deep breath. “If this is just you being curious, or feeling bad for me—“
“It’s not,” Bucky interrupted, but Steve held up a hand.
“Let me finish,” Steve said. “You asked if I’ve ever messed with a fella. I have. A lot of them. Have you?”
“A lot of…” Bucky gave Steve an appraising look. “I’ve been with plenty of ladies but not any… Listen, I get the idea of the thing.”
Steve snickered. “The idea?”
“C’mon, Steve. You’re killin’ me.” Bucky shifted his weight, now looking anywhere but at Steve. When Steve didn’t say anything, Bucky sighed. “Y’know, there were one or two dames that have let me, or I guess they asked me, to put it in the other way.”
“Huh,” Steve said, wanting to ask which dame but he tamped down the impulse. “And you thought we should do that?”
“I mean,” Bucky’s face was red but his voice was steady as he said, “They seemed to enjoy it fine enough. Figured I could also… enjoy it.”
Steve looked back down to his hands. “So you want me to do that to you?”
”Is that what you want?” Bucky asked. “Most fellas woulda turned me ‘round the second I offered, wouldn’t they?”
You got no idea, Steve wanted to say. Instead, he said, “Don’t go around offering. You’ll get yourself hurt or arrested.” Or killed.
”Well, at the pace this is goin’, I might just have to.”
Steve sighed. “Anyone ever told you patience is a virtue?”
“Once or twice.”
Steve glanced over. Bucky’s eyes darted away quickly, like he was a kid caught staring at taffy in the drugstore. It made Steve huff a little, too fond for his own good.
With another sigh, Steve got out of the bed, bare feet hitting the cold wood floorboards. He motioned for Bucky to come closer, and he slowly did, like Steve was an animal he was trying not to spook.
He looked up at Bucky, cocked his head to the side. “So, you’re taller than I’d usually go for,” Steve said breezily, trying not to look nervous. “But I’m sure we could work something out.”
It was Steve’s turn to be surprised when Bucky sidestepped him and sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Bucky smiled a small, hopeful smile and said, “Better?”
“Yeah,” Steve said softly. “Better.”
The top of Bucky’s head was at Steve’s chin, and he was looking up at Steve with wide eyes. He took a step forward, hand lifting to snag the cleft of Bucky’s chin between his forefinger and thumb.
If Steve was honest, and he’d never been a good liar, he’d say Bucky Barnes was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen.
”Say you want this,” Steve said, needing to hear it. “Say you ain’t kidding.”
”I want it.” Bucky’s voice was hardly a whisper, his pupils blown when those blue eyes dipped to look at Steve’s mouth. “Couldn’t stop thinking about it. After I saw you with that fella, I just… I guess I just didn’t like it.”
Steve grinned. “Jealous?”
”Should I be?” Bucky asked, and Steve’s grin widened when Bucky’s hands finally lifted, tentatively settling on Steve’s waist.
”You?” Steve asked. “Nah, never you.”
Bucky was grinning, too, and then Steve couldn’t help but kiss him.
Bucky’s lips were chapped, and his nose was cold, and it was quickly obvious to Steve that Bucky was good at this part.
But honestly, after so many rushed nights in dark wet alleys or dirty bathroom stalls, Steve couldn’t help but feel a little displaced about the way Bucky kissed. He kissed like a gentleman, sweet and inviting. Steve had to force himself to match his pace, heart thudding in his chest.
When his patience wore thin, which was inevitably the case, Steve nipped at Bucky’s bottom lip, pulling out a soft sound he’d never heard Bucky make.
Steve’s hands were idly stroking Bucky’s stubbled jaw but now he tightened his grip with one hand, the other sliding down to rest at the junction of Bucky’s neck and shoulder, thumb digging into his collarbone. Bucky gasped and Steve took the opportunity to lick into his mouth, buzzing all over.
After what could’ve been one or thirty minutes, Bucky pulled back enough to ask, “Can you— Your shirt. Take it off?”
”Oh, sure.” Steve ripped it off his head and threw it over his shoulder, cupping Bucky’s face with his hands the moment it was gone. “First time kissing a gent. What do you think?”
Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, gaze trained on Steve’s mouth. “It’s different.”
”Bad different?”
”I didn’t say that,” Bucky drawled, and then he sat back on his elbows, looking up at Steve through his lashes. “First time kissin’ Bucky Barnes. What do you think?”
Steve leaned forward, knee pressed into the mattress. “Depends. Do I get to keep doing it?”
“How would the answer change?” Bucky asked as Steve leaned down to kiss his neck. His Adam's apple dipped below Steve’s lips when Bucky swallowed. “Hey, jerk, I asked you a question. Quit distractin’ me.”
”You one of those sensitive types?” Steve asked, putting a hand on Bucky’s ribs, wiry and unyielding beneath the undershirt. “Need me to be all sweet to you?”
”You—“ Bucky didn’t finish the thought as Steve kissed around to the other side of Bucky’s neck, scraping his teeth just a little against his pulse point. “Who the hell even are you?”
“Steve Rogers,” Steve said. Bucky squirmed a little when Steve nuzzled his nose under Bucky’s jaw. “Ticklish?”
“Shuddup,” Bucky breathed. Steve laughed and pulled away, taking just a moment to appreciate Bucky with his eyes closed, mouth downturned into something like a pout. “Where you goin’?”
”Nowhere,” Steve assured, running his hands up Bucky’s torso. “Alright to keep at it?”
Bucky’s eyes opened then, looking at Steve curiously. “Yeah. You?”
Steve nodded. “Just one thing, I’m not made of glass, Buck. You can touch me.”
And then Steve swooped back down, taking Bucky’s bottom lip between his own and sucked on it. Bucky made a surprised sound, his hands flying to Steve’s face, palms broad and fingers calloused against Steve’s cheeks.
His hands found Bucky’s shoulders, and he gently pushed until Bucky got the idea and laid all the way back. Steve followed, crawling his way until he sat on Bucky’s hip bones.
It was one of his better ideas. Bucky’s slacks did nothing to hide how hard he was. Steve grinned when he rolled his hips down and got a low moan from deep in Bucky’s chest.
Bucky gave nearly as good as he got, but his rhythm stumbled whenever Steve did anything too fancy with his tongue or teeth. It was cute, almost. Steve didn’t like that word too much, but he couldn’t think of a better way to describe it.
Bucky’s fingertips dragged down the skin of Steve’s back, leaving goosebumps in their wake. They never dipped below the waist of Steve’s briefs, though. Another cute thing.
Steve wondered about the type of girls Bucky had been with. If one or two had let him do them the other way, it made Steve wonder, “You ever get a suckjob?”
“What?” Bucky asked.
”A suckjob,” Steve said again, liking the way it made Bucky twitch. “You ever get one? You ever want one?”
Steve watched Bucky’s tongue dart out to wet his lower lip. ”For the love of...” Bucky thudded his head back against the mattress, eyes scrunching closed.
”Just answer the question,” Steve said, running his hands up Bucky’s biceps, dipping under the sleeves of his undershirt. “You don’t gotta say yes, but I figured I’d offer.”
”Awfully generous offer.”
”Still not an answer. Ever have one?”
”Once,” Bucky said. “One time, and she hated it so we stopped. You happy?”
”Aw, Buck.” Steve smiled when Bucky opened his eyes. “I’d be happier if you’d let me be the second.”
Bucky stared. Steve could see him swallow, his jaw tensing. He nodded, and Steve leaned down to kiss him again. Just because he could.
Steve made his way down Bucky’s torso, rucking up the undershirt to get to the warm, pale skin underneath. There was miles of it, the pale expanse seemed to go on forever as Steve sucked and nibbled and licked.
Bucky’s breath hitched, the occasional moan forcing itself from his lips. Steve could tell he was holding back, which was for the best; they could hear nearly every time the upstairs neighbor’s bed got a bit too squeaky. Still, Steve wanted to hear more.
”Take this off,” Steve said, pushing the hem up to Bucky’s armpits. Bucky rushed to do it, chest heaving, and Steve was pleased to see the way a flush was spreading down his neck towards his collarbones. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Bucky said, watching as Steve slid off his lap and stepped off the bed. “Where are you—”
”Still not goin’ anywhere,” Steve said, a little amused.
First things first, he got Bucky’s slacks off so they were both just in briefs and socks. Second, he directed Bucky to lay fully on the bed instead of his legs hanging off.
Suckjobs were a lot of fun. Steve enjoyed getting them nearly as much as he enjoyed giving them, but he knew from experience that an asthma spell ruined the mood. So he kept his breathing under control as he clambered back on top of Bucky, working his way back down his long torso.
He paused at his navel, biting down on the skin below Bucky’s belly button. Bucky’s hips jolted, and Steve could feel Bucky’s dick press into his shoulder.
Taking one more steadying breath, Steve laved his tongue down the dip between Bucky’s hipbones. He breathed hot over the tent in Bucky’s briefs, fastened his mouth over the fabric and let it get wet with saliva.
There was the sound of fabric twisting; Steve glanced over to see Bucky’s right hand dug into the sheets with a white-knuckled grip, the left hand flexing open and shut on Bucky’s stomach like he didn’t know what to do with it.
Maybe he doesn’t know what to do with it, Steve considered.
Steve moved on, letting the heel of his palm press firm into the wet tent in Bucky’s briefs. Bucky made a choked sound, and when Steve licked the soft skin at the inside of Bucky’s thigh, Bucky’s leg kicked.
”Ticklish here, too?” Steve asked, glancing up and Bucky was looking back down at him, mouth open. “What, nobody ever kiss you there before?”
Bucky shook his head with a shuddering breath. “No and no, smartass.”
”Great,” Steve said, delighted.
He relentlessly sucked and bit and kissed at the soft skin of Bucky’s inner thighs, watching as the pale skin turn rosy red.
So what if Steve was being a tease, he never got to actually bed someone in a real bed, sue him. He was gonna take his time. Especially because Bucky deserved it, because Bucky had said he’d do whatever Steve liked to do and this just happened to be what Steve wanted to do.
Bucky was a shivering mess by the time he was moving on, fingers hooking into the waistband of Bucky’s shorts.
Right as Steve was about to close his mouth around him, Bucky suddenly said, “Wait— Steve, hold on.”
Immediately, Steve backed away a bit. He forced his eyes up to meet Bucky’s. “What’s wrong?”
”Nothing!” Bucky exclaimed, halfway to sitting up, hands reaching for Steve. “Nothing, you’re just— I didn’t expect— I’ll shoot off the second you start, is what I’m tryin’ to say.”
”Oh,” Steve said, relieved, tangling one of his hands with Bucky’s. “That’s all?”
”Well.” Bucky blinked. “Yeah, I guess that’s all. But didn’t you want to, y’know…”
Steve brought Bucky’s hand to his mouth and kissed the palm, then the fingertips one by one, enjoying Bucky’s rapt attention.
“Tell you what,” Steve said conversationally. “First, let me take you to dinner. Then, if you still want that, I’ll have you after. Deal?”
Bucky looked a little gobsmacked. “You trynna schmooze me, Rogers?”
“Is it working?” Steve asked, smiling to cover his nerves.
“Maybe,” Bucky sighed as Steve guided the hand he was holding into blond hair, Steve ducking down to kiss Bucky’s hip bone. “Where are you plannin’ on takin’ me?”
Against warm skin, Steve mumbled, “Wherever’s your favorite.” And then kissed to the other hipbone in a wet line, ignoring the way Bucky’s dick jumped against his jaw.
“Lundy’s,” Bucky groaned out, fingers stroking through Steve’s hair. “You like Lundy’s?”
“Alright, Lundy’s it is,” Steve agreed easily, though he hated fish. “Wednesday night. I’ll even get you flowers.”
It wasn’t fair, but Steve wanted to see Bucky’s reaction so he got his mouth around Bucky and sucked, hard, before he could get a response out.
Bucky made a noise like he’d been punched in the gut, thighs tensing under Steve. The hand in Steve’s hair didn’t push or pull, just sat there nearly limp. But as Steve kept going, wet and fast, the hand started to pet gently like Steve was a cat. It almost made him laugh.
Cute, Steve thought, and hummed appreciatively.
“Ugh— Oh, God.” Bucky’s feet scrambled for purchase against the bed so Steve hummed again, tracing light fingers into Bucky’s hipbone. “Steve, you’re so—“
Bucky kept babbling, so Steve dragged his fingers down to rub at the crease between Bucky’s thigh and his groin. He shuddered at the movement, nearly making Steve gag.
“Sorry,” Bucky breathed, and Steve could tell he was trying to hold himself still. “How many times did you say you’ve done this?”
Steve looked up at Bucky, his eyes crinkling with a smile that couldn’t reach his mouth for obvious reasons. When he saw Bucky was looking back, a little glazed over, Steve winked.
As Steve took Bucky down as far as he could possibly go, he slid his thumb to press firmly against Bucky’s perineum.
Bucky stuttered out a warning and then there was a deep groan in his chest that ended in an odd, throaty whine. Steve loved it, every second of it, and pulled off the second Bucky was done spilling into his throat.
Scrambling, Steve shoved down the waistband of his briefs and wrapped a hand around himself, tight and fast.
He looked down at Bucky, sprawled out languid on the sheets. Steve’s other hand reached out without permission to brush fingertips against Bucky’s bottom lip.
“Oh, shit, Stevie,” Bucky got out. Then Bucky sat up, wrapping his hand around Steve’s wrist, keeping Steve’s fingers pressed to Bucky’s lip. “Can I— How can I—“
It wasn’t his most romantic move, but Steve shoved his fingers into Bucky’s mouth. Lips immediately wrapped around the knuckles, a wet hot tongue licking at him. Then, Bucky’s other hand went towards him, brushing against the head of Steve’s dick and he was done for.
Gasping, he pressed his head into Bucky’s shoulder as he spilled between them, biting at his collarbone.
For a moment he floated along, vision white and pleasantly sated. He came back to himself with two wide palms rubbing his back hesitantly, Steve’s fingers moved from Bucky’s mouth to his jaw.
With a sigh, he sat back and wiped the still saliva-wet fingers on the sheet. Bucky didn’t try to follow, hands slipping away from Steve.
It took Steve a moment to get his thoughts together, warm and sated as he was. He coughed, and then looked at Bucky. Bucky wasn’t looking at him.
“Didja have fun?” The nervous way Bucky said it made Steve frown. “Cuz I... y’know…”
“Pass me your shirt,” Steve said, and Bucky’s focus snapped to him.
“What?”
“Your shirt,” Steve said and held out an expectant hand. “Gimme.”
Bucky complied warily and Steve said, “Thanks. Hold still.” Carefully, he wiped up the mess he had left on both of their torsos.
“Why’d you have to use my shirt?” Bucky grumbled as Steve threw it in the corner with the rest of their clothes. “I liked that shirt.”
“I do the laundry,” Steve pointed out. Before Bucky could respond, just to see if he still could, Steve leaned in and kissed him.
It was like Bucky was snow on the Fourth of July the way he melted into it, every part of him relaxing against Steve, big hands coming back up to rest on Steve’s shoulders. They kissed the way Bucky had kissed Steve at the beginning of this whole thing, like they had all the time in the world together.
“Cute,” Steve mumbled against his lips and Bucky wrenched back.
“What the hell did you just call me?” Bucky snapped, his nose scrunched up.
Steve grinned. “Cute. Like a bunny rabbit.”
“I’ll show you cute, punk.” Bucky shoved him as Steve started laughing, but Bucky was laughing, too. And then Bucky was kissing him again, Steve’s face cupped in his hands, slow and sweet like a gentleman.