Title: the time we have now, may be all that we ever get
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue
Warning: Slash, blow jobs
Word Count: 200
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Bucky throws his head back, laughs, brings Steve in close and dips his head down to nuzzle the base of Steve's throat.
He keeps Steve pinned against the wall. He doesn't know why – but it always surprises him when Steve takes control, when he pushes Bucky backwards until they've reached the bed. And then Steve is sliding down, all sharp-soft nips and fleeting touches.
They don't know how much longer this will last – Bucky's leaving in the morning and Steve doesn't even want to let him go.
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Bucky, his mind flooded with pain and prayers for death, doesn't know how much longer he'll last.
But he hears Steve's voice and knows that Death has finally come for him. But then he sees Steve, feels his hands and basks in promises that everything is going to be okay, that Steve is going to get him out of here – that he's going to get him help.
And then they're in the woods and the rest of the men are sleeping and Bucky drags Steve away from the light of the fires.
They're kissing and Steve has Bucky pinned tightly against the tree before sliding slowly down, down, down Bucky's body.
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End.