So, here is a oneshot that is actually the name giving. This one is rated M+ because fuck you, it's freaking graphic.
don't like? don't read.
Summary: "Shouldn't you know by now, Buck?" "All I know is, that you just jerked your best friend of in the middle of your flat. Explain.
I am old. Had always been older than Steve and now...
being frozen over and over again for more than 100 times during about 70 years, finally takes it's toll on me.
Okay, maybe getting brainwashed after each and every single of countless mission was to blame for what I felt for my best friend.
Okay, so let me explain: Whenever Steve enters the room, I can feel my face heat up and my heartbeat quicken. His tendency to come close to me makes it only worse. Sometimes, he'd throw an arm around my shoulders like I used to when he was smaller. Other times, he hugs me from behind just to haul me up in the air. And he seems to really like carrying me around on his broad shoulders.
Yet, the biggest problem is, when we are training together. Because Steve fucking Grant Rogers never – and I repeat – NEVER wears a damn shirt when we're sparring.
I get weak in my knees, my face heats up and probably goes red as a tomato, my crotch does funny things and yet, I still manage to keep it from him. How?
I have no fucking idea. But most of those occasions end in a very cold shower and washcloth-muffled moans on my end.
"Morning, Buck", Steve greets me as I walk into the kitchen. Opting for only sweatpants because of the midsummer heat, his broad and sexy chest is once again shirtless (Thank goodness for morning wood). "Mornin...", I know I'm incredibly grumpy but Steve is just too happy for those early mornings. Well, since he knows me, he shoves a mug fillet with steaming hot coffee over the counter. "Thanks", I nod and, upon taking he first big sip, immediately burn my lips.
"Couln' fu hafe farned me?", I growl, sticking out my tongue to cool it down a bit. He shrugs and replies: "Thought you knew, freshly brewed coffee is always hot, pal." He has this smug grin on his face, that I recently learned to absolutely hate.
"I'm gonna take a shower", I inform him briefly, turning to head for the bathroom.
"A cold one, I s'pose?", he asks and my breath catches in my throat and my heart races against my ripcage. He doesn't know, does he? I go through every time I had to take a cold shower. No, he couldn't, I had been way to quiet for him to hear anything.
"W-why would I t-take a cold shower first thing in the morning?", my nervousness is clearly audible and my heartbeat picks up pace pretty fast. I can hear the chair scratching over the wooden floor and Steve's bare feet taping up behind me.
"You thought, I wouldn't notice?" His voice is filled with amusement and I dread every single word.
"Notice what?", playing dumb always worked. Somehow. Hopefully.
"That the hot water's still untouched even when you're in there for like 20 minutes, Bucky", he chuckles and I get gripped by the sudden urge to spin around and punch his pretty face.
The problem? He's so close to me that I can feel his breath on my neck.
"W-well, I have to do something to keep up with your dreadfully good mood this early", I reply and let my head fall forward. Hopefully, my hair will cover it and hide the blush creeping up on my cheeks.
"Buck, you alright? Your neck's all red." Well, shit. Steve is just too attentive some times. "Yeah, just need to take a shower", my voice is pitched up with utter terror that my best friend notices that I want him that way.
"You really sure? That looks pretty nasty", Steve continues to urge me. He moves closer and his breath tickles my skin, sending sparks down to my groin and making my erection twitch.
Oh. My. GOD! Please, just open up a hole right beneath my feet, like, right now, so it may swallow me whole!
Just as I decided, I would now take my (by now well deserved) cold shower, his arms wind around my waist, his head laying in the crane of my neck. Again, a whole rain of sparks makes my body go rigid and my cock twitch.
I pray to any celestial being, that Steve did NOT just see that, but I guess my pleas fall on deaf ears. His breath picks up it's pace and I stay still, like the idiot I am, hoping that my body would not betray me again, but...
"You think I'm dumb or what?", Steve's accusation makes my breath catch again.
Not for long, though, as his right arm winds itself down my body. Chest. Waist. Tracing the muscles on it. Groin.
I let out a low groan, as his big hand briefly palms my throbbing erection through my own sweatpants and the boxer briefs underneath it. "Like I thought...", Steve's voice is more a low growl and it vibrates in his chest, which is literally plastered to my back. Gritting my teeth, I can barely keep my head from falling back on his shoulder.
"Morning wood proves nothing, Captain", I hiss, a last, desperate attempt to escape. It's no use. Another groan follows and this time, I can't help it. My head flops back to his shoulder and my hair falls, revealing my blood flushed face, red ears and neck. Without meaning to, my hips grind forward, subconsciously searching for the friction provided by the blondes big hand.
"Damnit, Buck", he growls, sending another array of sparks to my crotch. His voice, low and husky, catches in my ear and sounds longer than necessary. Making me completely miss, what he was doing with his hands.
Suddenly, cold air hits my throbbing cock and a surprised hiss winds itself out of my throat. I can't move, Steve still holding on to me strongly. Thus, I can't do much more than follow his gaze down my body to my twitching erection. The tip glistening with pre-cum, it stands proudly and freed.
I can see his hand moving towards my dick in slow motion and the second he grabs it, a hissed "Steve!" escapes my traitorous mouth. Then, his hands are, like, everywhere. One down my cock, stroking and twisting, keeping me dancing on the edge. The other pushing up my grey shirt and playing with my nipples.
Again, my head flops back and I squeeze my eyes shut. An then... his lips. OH MY GOD, HIS LIPS! Nibbling and biting and grazing the sensitive skin on my neck. My hips buck on their own accord and Steve's movements draw hisses and groans on end.
I've turned into a moaning puddle of arousal by now and it's not getting any better. Steve seems to have a seventh sense for when I nearly come and he slows down his movements every time. It's driving me crazy and I keep growling his name like a fucking prayer.
Tiptoeing on the line, I can't keep my hips from bucking into his hand, thrusting it again and again.
I fell like he is going to stop me once more, but then, nothing more than a low growl.
"Come for me, Buck."
And I do. Trashing and screaming my head off as the waves crash over me. Faintly I feel Steve's hand pumping me through my orgasm, as my vision goes white.
As I come to, Steve is holding me in his big arms like a goddamn princess. "Morning wood, hu?", he asks, that smug grin on his lips. I get red on the spot, whimpering a small: "I uh... I can explain?"
He starts laughing so hard, it shakes me with it. After minutes of re-errupting laughter, he finally calms enough to wave a hand around.
Turning my head, I can see the white drops covering the entire hallway floor. Even the walls caught a bit and a low embarrassed groan escapes my lips. I know exactly who will clean this mess up.
"Guess, this explains enough", Steve states, still chuckling. I growl at him and I swear, if gazes could kill, Steve'd be a well-done steak by now.
With my new-found power, I turn the tables, throwing him on his back and hovering over him. Still, that grin is not disappearing. "So, I take it, you're up for another round?", his hands start roaming my body again, softer and more caring this time. "I want to know, what this means", I snap at him, not up for whatever kind of game he's playing.
"Shouldn't you know by now, Buck?" "All I know is, that you just jerked your best friend off in the middle of your flat. Explain", I feel anger rising. Alongside something else I quickly choke down.
Sadness. He's not feeling the same as I do. I know that I am madly in love with this smug bastard. But there is no chance he'd be too... right?
Jerking off your best friend is no proof for any kind of feelings.
A sight leaves his throat and he pulls me flush to his chest, head landing exactly over his heart. I can hear his heartbeat... it's fast. Faster than it should be, if he really didn't feel anything for me. Confused I look up, just to meet his love, filled blue eyes staring back at me. "So, um...", I can't seem to find the right words and as always, that blonde idiot just has to go and say it.
"I love you, Buck. Always have and always will. Hell, I fell hard and heavy day one, when you saved me from those bullies."
I can feel the heat stretching across my face and am momentarily at a loss for words. So Steve, that punk, just continues.
"I was broken when you... supposedly died. Peggy tried to get me out of it but... And then you come back and don't remember a damn thing and when you start to regain your memories, all these looks across the room, how you grew red every time I came close to you.. even your cold showers. I noticed right away but I didn't make a move because... I felt like I was to blame for your death... if only I hadn't asked you to follow m-"
I couldn't take it. All this rambling about him being at fault for my death. I lunged forwards, crashing our lips together for the kiss I had been longing for for so damn fucking long. Slowly, tentatively, passionate. It's a kiss I never had before, it's perfect.
"Shut ya mouth, ya punk. Don't you ever dare to even remotely think that you are to blame for the shit I've been through. I decided to follow you into the 'jaws of death' all on my own. Because I fell in love with you hard day one when you where just a shivering beaten-up pulp at my feet. I'll follow you 'till the end of the fucking line, Rogers, and I mean it."
It just keeps spilling. Everything I never wanted him to know, all of my feelings pulled out into the sun. Now it's Steve's turn to silence me with a kiss. Pleading, loving and perfect. I can feel his tongue brush my lower lip and open my mouth to let him in.
As we come up for air, a slim string of saliva connecting us, we look at each other and oh god, Steve's just perfect. Red, kiss-swollen lips and blown pupils. His hair tousled from my hands running through it and a dazzled grin on his face.
"Can we do this again? Cause..." I give him no chance to say anything. Diving in for another series of slow and passionate kisses, I feel his arousal against my hipbone. And my own rekindling. "Could we move somewhere more...secluded first?", my question earns me a nod and suddenly I'm up in the air. Steve hauls me up to his waist, my legs wrapping themselves around him automatically.
He walks to his bedroom, placing kisses wherever he could reach; my neck, my throat, even my shoulders. I feel my world tilting, as he softly places me on his king-sized bed. He's crawling up to me and looks like a fucking tiger hunting. And I'm more than willing to be his prey.
"Bucky...", Steve growls, pressing his hips against mine. Still a little sensitive, I throw back my head and gasp at the friction from his sweatpants. "Lube", my panting hitches and Steve stretches across my head to grab something from the windowsill.
Placing the tent in his pants right infront of my nose. Big mistake. I grin, widely, and move my hands up to the seam of his pants. "Buck..", he tries pulling away, but I won't have that. Pulling down his pants in one swift move, I reveal his cock, bobbing a little.
A sharp inhale from Steve makes me even more confident and I let my tongue slick against his dick. He gasps and from somewhere I can hear the cracking of wood. Don't care. Starting at the base, I slowly lick my way up to the tip, that's glistening with pre-cum now. I can't help but chuckle at how heavily the blonde is panting by now, obviously concentrating on not shoving his dick down my throat.
Well, two can play that game and so I open my mouth wide to take him in. "Oh god!", he hisses and again the sound of cracking wood sounds. Leaving one of my hands on his sexy ass, I move the other, metal one, to grab his balls and massage them. Earning a low groan from Steve, that encourages me even more. Taking him in as far as possible without gagging, I swallow around his cock once, twice and feel his hips twitching, trying not to thrust into my mouth.
Then he pulls back, only to replace his dick with his lips, moving over mine with a new and searing hunger. I can hear him popping the cab of a bottle and feel something cold at my entrance. The moan escaping my mouth is greedily swallowed by the other and he pushes in. Slowly he starts to move his finger. Then adding another. My hips buck and I whimper a little. Scissoring his fingers while pulling out, only to dive them back in.
And then, he hits the spot. I can't help but arch my back off the bed and scream in pleasure as he brushes the edge of my prostate. Again and again but never really touching it. I grind against his fingers, encouraging him to go deeper but he keeps on with is torture. His eyes are blown wide from lust and an evil grin spread across his face.
"You're nghh... you're fuckin evil, Rogers", I groan at him, earning a devilish chuckle.
"No, I'm fucking you, Barnes", he replies and pulls out his fingers. Their absence is greatly missed and I whimper at it.
And then, he his there, holding my hips with one hand and guiding his own erection to my entrance with the other. Slowly, he pushes in, waiting for me to adjust to his size. It doesn't take long though and soon I plead for him to take me.
"If you stop now, I'm fucking going to kill you, Cap!"
He obliges and pulls back only to snap his hips back into mine. And hitting my prostate on the first try. I scream, my back arching off of the bed again and he sets a rough and hard pace. Steve is gripping my hips so hard, it's sure to leave bruises. But I don't care, sucking and marking his shoulders while trying to muffle my moans.
"Stevie... I ngha... I'm close... Ahh", I moan my head off, longing for the release.
"Me too, Buck...", he growls and suddenly his right hand grabs my throbbing cock, stroking and twisting in time with his thrusts. I scream and trash around, his dick hitting my prostate over and over again. Then: "I'm going to.." He doesn't even get to finish his sentence as I feel his cock throbbing inside me, his hot cum filling my ass.
That sends me over the edge and again, I scream his name as the waves crash over me and my vision turns white.
For the second time this morning, I come back to my senses just as Steve is wiping my own cum off me. Finished with this task, he flops down beside me and pulls me into his arms.
"I love you, Buck."
"I love you too, Stevie."