Better than Blankets
by AnitaB
Chapter two: Holding the world steady
Bucky always told him that he was the furnace. But it wasn't true. Bucky was the only steady source of heat in Steve's life, always had been. The heart beating against his own was all the warmth Steve had ever needed in the world. Bucky always gave him the most amazing heat with the smallest of touches. And his kiss... Steve would move heaven and earth for just a few more seconds of his Bucky holding him and kissing him.
He'd spent years living on the heat of affection and hugs alone. And then he'd survived for far too long believing that Bucky and his heat were gone from the world. Getting him back had been the best day of Steve's life.
Until the first time they'd kissed. Since then, every single day had gotten better. All because of Bucky. The man lying above him set him on fire every single time he reached for him. Every single touch, every single kiss.
Steve willingly lost himself in the smooth heat of Bucky's skin under his hands, the tight grip of strong arms around him, and the heaven of those lips against his. /Hmm, Bucky, my perfect Bucky.\\
Steve pulled Bucky closer. There were a few inches of exposed skin that weren't touching his, a few nerves that couldn't feel enough of Bucky's heat. Honestly, all his nerves needed more of the man in his arms. Always would. "Hmm, Bucky." Those lips curved as those eyes met his. Bucky always seemed so happy and way too surprised when Steve wanted him so much. Strong fingers stroked the line of his jaw as the man in his arms gave him a sweet moan.
Then his soldier surprised him. Bucky wrapped both arms tight around Steve's ribs and flipped them. He found himself above his man with lean hips pinned precisely under his own and strong hands burning lines up his back. "You're always so warm, Steve. I hate waking up without the heat of you against me." Those hands burned over his shoulders, up the back of his neck to pull him down closer to Bucky's lips, the lips speaking such sweet words. "I never get enough of your heat. Give me a little more."
His Bucky wanted more. But he couldn't possibly want any of this as much as Steve did. All the more reason to give this amazing man everything. Steve obeyed the pull of those hands, of that body, leaning down to lose himself in the depths of an amazing kiss. He nudged his hips high and tight in between strong thighs to press as much heat into Bucky's body as he could. That it felt so incredible was just the gift of this man in his arms. Bucky was just... heaven. Warm skin and hard muscles pulling him so close. The hard length of an erection rubbed against his own with every rock of Bucky's hips. /That's it, my sweet Bucky. Need me, love me.\\ The kiss broke around a matched set of groans when the next thrust of their hips was perfectly aligned.
Steve watched the look on Bucky's face for the next long, slow rub and slide of their hips. The love on his face... that was all the heat Steve would ever need. And then Bucky somehow made it even better with an arch of that strong back, the grip of those knees at his hips, and the long, stretched line of his neck. /This man... this amazing, gorgeous man...\\ His breath got stuck in his throat at the sight of Bucky like this... Just like this. "God, I love you, Bucky." Steve found himself kissing a path down the arched line of that throat to press his lips against the heart that was his heart, that was the beat keeping his whole world steady. "I love you, so much, James Buchanan Barnes."
He could feel Bucky hear him in the tightening and trembling of every gorgeous muscle in that strong body. He could feel it in the vibration and sudden lift of the ribs under his lips. He could hear it in the breathy, plaintive sound of his name on Bucky's lips. And all of that was before the man beneath him cradled his face in both hands and met his eyes with the entire world in his gaze. "Stevie, I..." The words may have stopped, but Steve could read every single letter in Bucky's eyes in the moments before he was being pulled up the strong length of that body and back into a kiss that was powerful enough to heat New York city in the dead of winter. "Hmm, Stevie, I need... I need to hold you... as close and deep as I can." Strong hands slid low on Steve's back, fisting in the top edge of his boxers. Strong arms tightened, pulling and pushing his hips against Bucky's in a beautiful rhythm. "So lose our clothes, soldier, and get right... back... here... fast." Each little pause in the words was accented by the feel of that body arching against his, the warmth of fingers pulling him even closer. The end of the words was punctuated with a deep, sweet kiss and the heat of those hands pushing at his chest.
/That's my smart Bucky.\\ It would be necessary to move to get their clothes out the way. "Sir, yes, sir." Steve would lose their clothes, get them naked so that they could finally feel each other. That was easy. But his boxers were not going first. Weakly pulling back from Bucky's skin, he came to his knees between flannel clad legs. "But you're the one we have to get ready. So yours go first. Lift up for me."
The drawstring slipped briefly through his fingers when those gorgeous hips jumped off the mattress and into his hands. That wasn't about to stop him, not when his Bucky wanted to hold him.
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