Next one. this is called "Shirtless"

another small one shot, pre-serum SteveXBucky

rated M

hope you like it ^^

Summary: "I've loved you for so long, Buck. Hell, I can't think straight most of the time when you're in the same room as me. And walking in without a shirt was just plain evil"

I have lived together with Bucky for two years now. And still, I can't seem to come to terms with my feelings.

After my mother died, we moved in together. Bucky said, I needed someone to take care of me, to look after me so that I wouldn't suddenly stop breathing. I told him, I don't need anyone to look out for me, I am 22 years old. He just laughed.

"I'm home, Steve!", Bucky's voice echoes through the small flat and within seconds I sit up straight. Shoving the sketchbook under my bed, I hastily pull out another and pretend to work on a different sketch than before.

I can hear him walking around and kicking of his shoes. Throwing off his jacket and his bag, I can even hear his bare feet tap across the wooden floor towards the bedroom. Where I currently am, drawing an innocent little doodle.

"What'ya doin' , pal?", he asks and I turn my head to reply. When my eyes land on his frame, my mouth goes dry and everything I could have possibly said gets stuck in my throat.

Shirtless sweaty Bucky. Right before my eyes. My mouth goes shut again and I try to swallow around the knot in my throat. It's no use. He just short-circuited my brain. The view send a heated flow of blood straight south and I feel the blush on my face.

Bucky looks at me with a weird expression, half concerned half... knowing? I can't even interpret the look he's giving me. "Are you okay, Stevie? You're bright red", he's clearly concerned about me and all I can do is open and close my mouth like a goddamn fish outta water!

Bucky comes closer to me and I realize, he even left his belt in the living room. Which results in his pants sliding down his hips with every step. He's curiously eyeing me, as if he's waiting for me to say something, but I can only stare. When he's standing right in front of me, I finally find my voice and croak out: "I'm fine, just a bit hot."

Bucky lifts an eyebrow and I can only describe the look on his face as his typical Don't-shit-me-Rogers look. I drag my eyes away from his absolutely gorgeous chest and turn to the sketch I was 'working' on before. "I'm really fine, Buck. It's just a bit warm in here." I fan my face with one hand to emphasize my point and he seems to believe me (FINALLY)

"Then I guess, no cuddling tonight?" He gives me his best lopsided grin and my heart jumps a little. "I-i don't mind cuddling with you, I m-mean.." Before any more idiocies can leave my traitorous mouth, I better shut it with a click of my teeth and turn away again.

"Steve, you're definitely not alright. Your ears are all red", he sounds so concerned again and I feel his hand under my chin. Bucky turns my head to face him and puts a hand to my forehead. He's so close, I could kiss him. "Steve, what's wrong, seriously. You're heads all hot and you're red as a beet, pal."

I fucking want to kiss you so bad, Barnes, it hurts me! I love you and I need you right now, right here!

"I-it's nothing, really. Just feeling extremely hot", again, I try to get out of this with this and not voice what I really want to say. Bucky looks at me and he's so totally not convinced that I can't help but cringe. I turn away from him, burring my head in the pillow and muffle something in it. He's not moving. Not an inch.

"Don't fool me, Rogers."

I lift my head to face him, want to tell him I'm not fooling him. But all this is gone, when his lips brush mine ever so lightly. Something in my chest clutches and un-clutches again. I don't want to open my eyes, don't want to let this magic end. "I love you, Stevie. I know, it's wrong and it's okay, if you hate me. I keep shoving girls at ya so you might find the right one and marry her and settle down. And when I see them with you, I can't stand it, I get so fucking jealous, so I flirt with them to get them away from you. I'll leave now. You don't need to live with a queer like me", he whispers and his breath fans over my face.

Now, I do open my eyes and look at him. He looks so hurt and tears are forming in his eyes. I shuffle to lay on my side and lift my hand. Bucky flinches and closes his eyes, probably thinking I'm going to punch him or something. I don't hesitate, I softly brush his hair and put my hand on the back of his head.

Then, I lean in to kiss him, properly this time and I can feel his eyes shot open, before he closes them again and kisses me back. It's hot and needy and my brain short-circuits again, sending another stream of heated blood straight down to my cock. I can feel it twitch and the restrains of my pants get pretty uncomfortable.

We break the kiss to come up for air and Bucky looks at me like I'm a fucking angel. "Stevie..." I put a finger to his lips and he stops talking. "I've loved you for so long, Buck. Hell, I can't think straight most of the time when you're in the same room as me. And walking in without a shirt was just plain evil", I accuse him and he grins again.

Moving in for another kiss, he whispers: "I was trying to get a rise outta ya, Stevie..." And then his lips are on mine again, hot and so perfect I could cry. He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip and I open my mouth eagerly. Soon, the small bedroom is filled with heavy panting and Bucky moves on the bed with me.

He braces himself on his arms to either side of my face and as he slowly starts to relax, his hips press into mine. Alongside his own erection pushing against my hipbone. I move my hips against his and he growls against my neck. "Stevie..." I do it again and this time, he returns the action. We both groan at this and suddenly, my pants feel like they're in the way.

Bucky must've thought the same, because he starts fumbling with them. Once he opens the button, he pulls them off in one swift move and throws them to the side, his own following shortly after. We have only our boxer briefs left as he ruts against my hips again. Without he pants, it's much more intense.

"Still too much clothing", Bucky growls out and I nodd. He slithers a hand down between us and gets a hold of my boxers. Again, he pulls them off in one move and again, his own follow seconds later. Now that it's bare skin, I really feel him. And again, he grinds down on me, making us both groan in pleasure.

And it's still not enough.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pull him even closer to me. Bucky looks down on me, his pupils blown wide and his hair tousled. "A-are you sure...?", he pants more than speaking and all I can do is nod once more. "Please", I know, I'm mewling, but it seems to get my point across.

I can see Bucky's Adams apple jump as he swallows heavily and press my lips to it. He growls again, his hand moving down the side of my scrawny body to my ass. I'm on fire and Bucky seems to feel the same way, as he gives my butt a firm squeeze. His hand moves even lower after this and while we still kiss, he presses a finger to my entrance.

My back arches of it's own accord and I gasp. His finger is moving in small circles and he starts trailing kisses down my chest. Everywhere he can reach, my shoulders, my chest and even my stomach. I relax again but only for a short time. Because as soon as I do, he softly pushes his finger inside. I moan loudly and my eyes squeeze shut.

"You okay?", his voice is husky and low and it turns me on so much. I nod and he slowly moves his finger. It feels so good, so right and I have to clasp my hands over my mouth to not get too loud. He adds a second finger and starts scissoring them every time he pulls out. I can't help it, I push down on his hands and encourage him to go deeper.

He kisses me again, adding a third finger to the movement and I can't do anything but come right then and there. Trashing and yelping as he still moves. As soon as the waves subside, I can see him and the way he looks makes me hard again in no time. He's still moving his fingers and slowly I get used to it.

"P-please... Bucky!" He seems to know what I want and pulls his fingers out. They are missed, but he immediately replaces them with his own cock. Slowly, just like before, and before I can help it, a loud moan escapes my lips. Bucky pulls me close to him and I can feel his own low groan vibrating in his chest.

"D-don't... don't stop", I gasp and he complies again, slowly pulling out and moving back in. it feels so incredible and I have to do everything to not come again. He increases in speed bit by bit and soon, he thrusts into me frantically, calling out my name every now and then.

And suddenly, he hits a certain bundle of nerves and I'm trashing again. Not coming yet, but so close! "Does it feel good, Stevie?" Bucky is growling and sucks a dark purple hickey to my neck. "Y-YES!", I can only scream now as he is hitting the spot over and over again with each and every thrust. He pulls me up, so I'm sitting on his legs and he's so deep!

Taking charge, I start moving against him. He shifts slightly and again, his cock is hitting my prostate and makes me see stars. "Buck, I...I'm", I can't end what I wanted to say as he pulls me down completely. My toes curl up, my back arches and I scream out my orgasm.

I can faintly feel him, holding on to me and shiver as my vision fills with stars and I come the second time.

I come back to with Bucky curling around me and the incredible feeling of exhaustion from sex. Without even noticing, I start kind of purring as I cuddle up to him closer. He pulls the blankets over us and we fall asleep in each others arms.