Whiskey
-Brooklyn Summer 1936-
Bucky and Steve sat on the roof of Steve's apartment building watching the fireworks. Steve felt the boom of the explosion echo in his chest. The colorful bursts filled him with a sense of pride in his country. He had never really cared about celebrating his birthday but he had always enjoyed this part of the day. Especially these days, it was reassuring to watch the celebration and remember that generations of Americans before them had endured and overcome countless hardships.
Things had been difficult lately. Steve had hoped to find a summer job, but the stress of graduation had taken a toll on his health and his mother had insisted that he stay home over the summer to rest. He would have preferred to work and save some money, but the last thing he wanted was to miss his first semester of art school. He couldn't ruin it now after she had worked so hard to afford it. Things with Bucky had not been easy either. Bucky was worried about his job, even though he wouldn't say so, and they were both still struggling to figure out things between them.
He leaned his head on Bucky's shoulder. For now, against the backdrop of colorful explosions, he just wanted to forget all of that. It was hot and muggy, but being able to sit here with Bucky was worth a little discomfort. Bucky was in his undershirt, sweat glistening off the hard muscles of his shoulders. The feel of Bucky's arm around him was as thrilling as the fireworks. The roof was empty and with all eyes on the explosions in the sky, they didn't have to worry about being seen.
Timidly, Steve snaked a hand over to lay it on Bucky's firm stomach. The damp shirt clung to his chiseled form. He could feel the hard lines of Bucky's torso through the thin cotton, hard and sculpted like a marble statue. With his job cutting hours, Bucky had been spending more time at the boxing gym. Steve craned his neck up to kiss Bucky, slipping a hand under his shirt to trace the hard muscles of Bucky's chest. Bucky put a hand on his back and shifted to lie him down. The uneven texture dug into his back as Bucky lay on top of him, his hips pressing into Steve's. He threw an arm around Bucky's neck, holding him down. Pushing the hem of Bucky's undershirt up to his neck, he ran his tongue over a nipple before sinking his teeth into the firm muscle.
"Ow!" Bucky jerked away, rubbing the spot. "That's gonna leave a mark, punk."
Steve just smirked, hoping it would bruise. That would keep Bucky from making out with anyone for a while. Steve still had a hard time containing his jealousy at the thought of Bucky doing this with some girl. He knew their arrangement was for the best, but the thought of someone else's lips touching Bucky's made his blood boil. He could date all he wanted but the girls would know he was taken when his shirt came off.
"You're gonna pay for that," Bucky said playfully, pinning him to the ground with firm grip.
Steve moaned as Bucky kissed his neck, grinding his hips into him. He hated to admit, it but he liked it when Bucky played rough. Bucky's hand slid slowly down his side to rest on his waist. He felt a finger slip inside his waistband. Steve gasped in surprise, but let it go, digging his fingers into Bucky's shoulder. He felt Bucky's hand slide around to tug at the top button of his pants. Suddenly he froze, his heart pounding. Bucky stopped. For a moment Steve was worried he'd offended him. He started to apologize but Bucky just gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and climbed off of him.
Steve sat up, fixing his shirt. He had been putting Bucky off for months now. He wanted to do more than just kiss, but when the moment came he lost his nerve. He wanted Bucky, but he had no idea what to do. He wasn't really sure what to do with girls either, but at least other people seemed to know. With Bucky, there was no one to ask. Bucky hadn't said anything about it, but Steve worried that if he held out too long Bucky might get frustrated and leave him.
Bucky reached over to where his jacket lay and took a small box out of the pocket. "I should probably give this to you before I do anything else to ruin the night."
Steve eyed the box anxiously. "Did you buy me jewelry?"
"Just open it!" Bucky said, shoving the box into his hand.
Steve opened the lid, relieved to find a watch.
"Happy birthday," Bucky said. "I thought you could use something more grown up."
"Thank you, this is great," Steve said, fastening it on his wrist. It fit perfectly and it wasn't too big for his slender arm. Bucky had clearly put quite a bit of thought into the gift.
"Fireworks are nice this year," Bucky said, putting his arm around Steve's shoulder. Steve leaned against him and watched the colorful explosions over the river.
Bucky climbed the steps to Steve's apartment and kicked the brick aside to reveal the spare key. He let himself in and found Steve on the sofa drawing. Steve looked at his watch and then at Bucky.
"It's only 5 o'clock," he said. "I thought you worked until 7."
"Nice to see you too, punk," Bucky said, grabbing a bottle of beer out of the ice box. He split it between two glasses and sat down on the sofa beside Steve. "They closed things down a little early," he explained, trying to sounds cheerful. His job had been cutting hours left and right lately and he was starting to worry. If this kept up, he would need to look for something new soon, even if he had to take a pay cut.
"That's been happening a lot lately," Steve observed.
"What are you working on?" Bucky asked. He could tell Steve was concerned, but he didn't want to think about it.
Steve turned the drawing pad around to show him. "A bird I saw in the park today."
"What kind is that?"
Steve shrugged. "I'm not sure."
Bucky took a sip of his beer. "Where's your mom?"
Steve blushed slightly. "She's helping set up for the church bazaar. She said she might be home late."
"Is that so?" Bucky slipped an arm around Steve. They were in the clear for a while at least.
Steve bit his lip tapping his fingers against the sketchbook. Finally he set it aside. Bucky leaned in for a kiss, putting a hand on Steve's shoulder. Slowly he slid his hand down and started to undo the buttons on Steve's shirt. Steve rested a hand lightly on Bucky's thigh. Spurred on by that, Bucky moved his hand slowly up Steve's thigh, gently fondling the bulge between his legs. Steve gasped and arched into his caress. Bucky felt his own pants getting tight as Steve moaned under his touch. His fingers trembling, he reached for the buttons of Steve's pants, waiting for Steve to call him off as he fumbled with them. Bucky undid the last button and slipped his hand inside with a silent cheer. He usually didn't get this far. Steve's fingers dig into his arm as he rubbed his hand against the thin fabric. Hesitantly, he thumbed at the top button of Steve's shorts.
Steve jerked, pushing him away. They looked at each other for a moment. Bucky smiled and withdrew his hand, the moment was past. Steve turned away to fixed his clothes. Grunting in discomfort, Bucky shifted to find a more comfortable position. He lay folded his hands in his lap to cover the bulge in his pants. As Steve's slender fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, Bucky realized that his problem wasn't going to go away on it's own. If he wanted to enjoy the rest of the night, he needed to do something about it.
"I'm kind of sweaty from work," he said. "Mind if I take a quick shower?"
"Go ahead," Steve said. "I'll find a game for us to play."
Bucky closed the door to the bathroom and stripped off his clothes. He turned on the cold water and stepped into the shower. He needed to get control of himself. He had run into this with girls before, but this was different. For Steve, he was willing to wait, but that didn't make it easy. His eyes fell on the fading bite mark from last week. He could tell Steve wanted him, but it was frustrating how rarely he seemed to show it. Just once in awhile, he wished Steve would take the initiative so that he didn't feel like he was forcing him into this.
Bucky looked down at his stubborn erection. The cold water wasn't working. He turned on the hot water and took a hold of himself. He felt like a heel for doing this in Steve's bathroom, but he needed to get it out of his system. Tonight was the furthest he had gotten. He was happy to have that even, but it was frustrating to get so close only to be turned away at the last minute. The thought of Steve's soft skin under his calloused hands made him ache. Remembering the way Steve moaned when Bucky touched him sent shudders through his body. For a moment, Bucky pictured Steve touching himself in this bathroom. He couldn't really imagine his shy innocent friend doing that, but the idea sent him over the edge. He gripped the wall for support as he came.
Bucky stood under the running water for a moment to catch his breath. He turned off the shower and dried off. Steve setting up the Sorry! board on the coffee table when he came out. He sat down on the couch beside Steve.
"So tomorrow is Friday," Steve said. "I was thinking we could-" Bucky cringed. Steve trailed off, his smile slipping.
"Who is she?" he asked stiffly.
Steve had asked Bucky not to sneak around, but he hadn't counted on Steve having a jealous streak. Every time he told him about a girl it seemed to turn into an argument. Bucky felt like a cad for doing it, but if he was going to be with Steve, he needed to be sure this wasn't just a phase. The last thing he wanted to do was end up resenting his best friend.
"Rose MacIntyre," Bucky muttered.
Steve scoffed. "From church? I thought you were done with church girls."
"Only the ones that actually pay attention." Bucky joked, desperate to lighten the mood.
Steve failed to see the humor. He turned his attention to setting up the board. "So that's the sort of thing you look for in a girl?" he asked in a snappish tone.
"Well I'm not interested in going steady with them," Bucky said. "What else is there?"
"You're not going steady with me either," Steve said. "Do whatever you want with her."
"I asked if she had a friend, but she said they were all busy," Bucky said wearily.
"What color do you want to be?" Steve asked, ignoring the comment. Bucky put a hand on his shoulder. Steve shrugged it off.
"Steve," Bucky said firmly. He took Steve's hand. "Are you really ok with this?"
Steve nodded with a look of glum resignation. "Yeah. Go on your date. Have a good time."
"Thanks." Bucky kissed him softly. "I'm green."
"What?" Steve protested. "I wanted to be green!"
"Then you should have said something, punk!" Bucky said, pushing Steve out of the way to grab the pieces out of the box. "Be blue."
Steve smacked him in the arm. "You be blue!"
Bucky paused for a moment. He took Steve's hand and pressed the green pieces into it. "Ok, I'll be blue,"
Steve rested his other hand lightly on Bucky's cheek and kissed him softly. The kiss ended and Steve put his pieces on the board before settling back to snuggled under Bucky's arm.
Bucky took his lunch box out of his locker and sat down wiggling the feeling back into his toes. The next time he had a little extra money, he would need to get a new pair of shoes. The ones he had were starting to hurt his feet. He should have replaced them last month, but he wanted to have the watch paid off in time for Steve's birthday. It had set him back a bit, but it had been worth it to see the smile on Steve's face. He looked in his lunch box to see what his mom had packed, but before he could unwrap it, his supervisor came walking towards him.
"Barnes," he said solemnly. "The boss needs to see you."
Bucky felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He closed his lunch box and headed across the factory floor to Mr. Warren's office. He tried not to jump to conclusions, but he had seen a lot of men go in there lately and come out looking like they had been handed a death sentence. He knocked on the door and the secretary waved him in.
"Barnes, right?" she said, not looking up from her magazine. "Go on in."
Bucky took a breath and opened the door. "You wanted to see me Mr. Warren?"
The man behind the desk looked up and waved him in. "Barnes, yes. Have a seat," He folded his hands as Bucky settled into the chair. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but we have to let you go."
Bucky felt as though he had been punched in the gut, but he tried to compose himself. "Can I ask why, sir?"
"The company has hit a rough patch and we need to cut back expenses," Mr. Warren explained. "You're a good worker and I'll be happy to give you a recommendation, but we can't afford to keep you on. I'm sorry."
Bucky nodded. "I understand."
"You're a smart man, you'll land on your feet," Mr. Warren assured him. "You can work out the week and collect your check from Mary on Friday."
Bucky stood and shook Mr. Warren's hand, uncertain what to say. He was angry, but causing a scene wasn't going to help. The best thing he could do was part on good terms and hope something else opened up soon. He was still living with his parents so he didn't have worry about paying the bills, but he would never get on his feet if he couldn't keep a job. He would just have to start over and look for something else.
"Bad news?" the secretary asked as he passed. Bucky paused. He had never spoken to her much, Mr. Warren always discouraged them from talking to the female employees, but he wasn't going to be here much longer.
"Got let go," he told her.
"That's too bad," she said. "I'll miss seeing your big strong arms around here." She winked at him.
Bucky eyed her carefully. She was a bit forward, but he was in a sour mood and he could use someone a little forward. After this he was going to have to tighten his belt for a while. He might as well enjoy himself while he could. "I don't suppose you're free Friday night?"
"I could be," she said coyly. She took a piece of paper and wrote something down. She folded it and handed it to Bucky. "If you drop by here at 7, I might be around."
Bucky grinned and tucked the note carefully into a pocket. "I might see you then."
With a bit of a spring back in his step Bucky went back to finish his lunch. He might be out of a job, but he had a date. He decided not to tell Steve about this one until after. For once, he just wanted to have an evening out without it turning into a big argument. Steve swore that he was fine with Bucky dating, but every time he did, it sent Steve into a jealous snit. Losing his job was stressful enough. Sometimes it was fun not to have to worry about keeping someone happy beyond the end of the night.
Sighing, Bucky sat down and opened his lunch box. His problems could wait. He had a ham sandwich to eat.
Friday night, Steve sat at the kitchen table drawing the bowl of fruit in front of him. It wasn't how he wanted to spend the evening, but Bucky was busy. Steve looked at his paper and realized that he had been retracing the same line. He set the sketch book aside. He was too distracted to work on this right now. Bucky had been acting strangely all week and he couldn't put his finger on why. The couple of times they had seen each other, he had barely said anything. Steve wondered if it might have something to do with their argument last week, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was something more.
"Steve," his mother said firmly. Steve realized she had been calling his name for a minute.
"Sorry, what?" he said.
"Are you going to sit around here all night moping?" she chided. "Why don't you go out to a movie." She handed him some money.
Steve closed up his sketchbook and went in search of his shoes. He wasn't really in the mood for a movie but he needed to get his mind off Bucky. It might be good to get out of the house at least. He kissed his mother on the cheek and headed down to the theater.
The night air was warm and humid. His shirt clung to him as he walked through the streets. He wondered where Bucky was tonight. He had promised they would spend tomorrow together, but he had been a bit evasive when Steve asked what his plans were. Friday was usually the night Bucky set aside for the girls, but he hadn't mentioned anything. It was possible that he had picked a girl up on the way home from work, but Steve wondered if it had something to do with last week. The way he had snapped at Bucky over Rose McIntyre had been uncalled for. He had been the one to insist that Bucky tell him about the girls he was seeing and he had no right to get upset with Bucky for doing exactly what he had asked. If he wasn't careful Bucky would start sneaking around on him just to avoid an argument. Bucky was still his best friend and he still wanted to be the person Bucky told everything to, even things he didn't want to hear.
Steve arrived at the theater and checked the marquee. The film didn't look particularly interesting, it was something with Shirley Temple, but he wasn't in the mood to pay much attention anyway. At least the music would be cheerful. As he headed to the back of the line to buy a ticket he saw Bucky coming out of the theater with a girl on his arm. Steve froze, feeling his chest constrict. He had been right. He had pushed too far and now Bucky was hiding things from him. They turned down the street, away from Steve. On a whim, Steve followed. His head was screaming at him to go back and enjoy the movie, but his feet wouldn't listen.
Steve came around the corner and saw Bucky and the girl waiting to cross the street. She took a hold of his tie and pulled him down to kiss him. Steve clenched his fist, trying to contain his anger. Bucky was dating, they had agreed to that, but he still didn't like seeing it. She leaned over to fix his tie, letting her hand linger on his chest and fall down to brush the front of his pants, as if by accident. Steve gritted his teeth. He couldn't take it anymore. He had agreed to let Bucky date, but he wasn't about to let this shameless harlot have him.
"Hey Bucky!" he called.
Bucky turned to him with a panicked expression. He looked around for an escape but there was no where to go. Steve walked over to them. The girl eyed him with a predatory stare, almost as though she could sense that they were in competition. She stroked Bucky's jaw with a gloved finger.
"Well, aren't you going to introduce me?" she asked, pressing her bouncy breast against Bucky's arm.
Bucky glared at Steve for a second before turning back to his date. "Steve this is Mary. Mary this is my best pal Steve."
Steve shook her hand politely, gripping it a bit more firmly than was necessary. She gave him an appraising glance and turned her attention back to Bucky.
"We were going for a drink. Want to join us?" she asked.
Bucky shook his head but Mary reached her hand down to rest on Bucky's ass. Steve wanted to break it. He would be damned if he was going to let this floozy rub all over Bucky like a bitch in heat.
"One drink wouldn't hurt," he said.
"Great," Bucky said through clenched teeth. He turned to Mary. "Hey, can you just give us a minute?"
"Sure, I'm going to step over here and call my roommate Alice. I think she might like your friend here." She winked at Steve as she left. Steve stared back at her flatly.
Bucky smiled until she was out of sight and turned to Steve, fuming. "What the hell? Who said you could come along?"
"She invited me," Steve shrugged innocently. "And if she's going to get me a date too, it would be rude to run off."
"Look, you said you were ok with this," Bucky whispered sharply.
"And you said you weren't going to go behind my back," Steve retorted.
"I was going to tell you tomorrow! And anyway, that doesn't give you permission to barge in and get in the way!"
"I won't be if Alice comes," Steve said. "Maybe I'll make out with her in the middle of the street too."
Bucky started to respond, but they heard the clack of Mary's heels. Bucky threw up his hands. "Fine, but we're going to talk about this tomorrow," he promised.
Steve glowered at him as Mary approached. "If you'd told me about it yesterday, we wouldn't have to."
The bar was empty for a Friday night. The only other people there were a few drunks who looked like they never left, but the place could have been packed for all Steve noticed. His attention was on Mary and Bucky. He sat on the opposite side of the booth from them nursing a cheap whiskey. Mary had said that her friend was on the way, but Steve didn't think he wanted to meet any friends of hers. He wanted to put as much distance between them as possible, but he wasn't leaving without Bucky.
"You're a boxer?" Mary gushed as Bucky finished recounting the story of his championship match that spring. Her hand was out of sight under the table but Steve was pretty sure it was on Bucky's thigh.
"You should come watch me some time," Bucky suggested.
"Sounds swell," Mary cooed, running a finger down Bucky's arm. "I love a big strong man."
Steve clench his hand around his glass. He threw back the rest of his drink, ignoring the burn.
"I'm ready for another," he said, sliding out of the booth. He couldn't watch any more of this. If she touched Bucky one more time, he was going to reach over there and break her fingers. He hurried over to the bar and slapped his glass down on the counter. "Whiskey, please."
The bartender looked at him, probably wondering if he was even old enough to drink, but turned around to get the bottle. Bucky came up to stand beside him.
"Make it two," he said. He waited for the man to pour the drinks and took a careful sip as he waited for him to leave. "You seem a little agitated over there. Not being your usual dour self."
"I don't like the way she's acting," Steve confessed, finishing his drink in one swallow.
"Really?" Bucky said with a cocky grin. "Because I kind of do?"
Steve glared at him darkly. The whiskey had done nothing to dull his anger. "She's a total sharecrop."
"Steve you're being a pill," Bucky said. "We agreed that this was for the best, remember?"
Steve glanced around quickly and pushed Bucky into the bathroom, locking the door.
"I don't want her to have you," he said. He knew he was being selfish, but he didn't care anymore. He wasn't going to let Bucky go without a fight, especially not to some painted tramp.
Bucky studied him carefully. "What are you saying Steve?"
"I don't know, Bucky," Steve said, exasperated. "I just know that if you go out there and kiss her again, I'm probably going to hit her!"
Bucky stepped in close and kissed Steve. "There, better?"
"A little. But you've been kissing her too." It helped, but he still didn't like having to share Bucky. He wanted to be special, not just another number in Bucky's little black book.
"Well here's something I don't do with her." Bucky reached down and started to undo Steve's pants. Steve's mouth went dry as he watched Bucky's fingers nimbly worked the buttons. He was surprised to realize that he wanted Bucky to keep going this time. Maybe it was the whiskey, or maybe it was the girl, but he wanted to feel Bucky touch.
Bucky's hands were warm as he took a hold of Steve. Steve moaned softly, grabbing onto Bucky's shoulders to steady himself. Bucky looked down for a moment as though trying to decide what to do. Finally he sank down to his knees. Steve watch curiously, wondering what Bucky had in mind. Bucky looked up at him and put his mouth around the head of Steve's cock, sucking gently. Surprised, Steve wanted to protest, but it felt incredible. He didn't think he would ever want to kiss Bucky again after this, but it felt amazing. Steve put a hand against the wall as Bucky took more of him in. He bucked his hips slightly, thrusting into Bucky's mouth. Bucky pulled away coughing.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, went too deep," he said. "I've never done this before."
"I should hope not," Steve said as Bucky's mouth slid back over his cock. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, remembering that they were in a public bathroom. The risk of getting caught was high, even with the door locked, but the danger was arousing. If he had known that Bucky could make him feel like this, he probably would have given in sooner. In no time, Steve was ready to burst.
"Bucky, I'm gonna crack my marbles," he panted breathlessly. Bucky took his mouth away with a wet smack and stood up. He turned Steve around toward the urinal and reached around to grab him from behind. Steve put his hands on the wall for support as Bucky's powerful hand wrapped around him. Bucky leaned over to whisper in his ear.
"I'm going to date around like we agreed," Bucky said, as he stroked Steve's swollen erection. "But every time you see me kissing a girl you can think about where my mouth has been."
"I'm going to think about it every time you kiss me," Steve moaned, leaning his head back against Bucky's strong chest. He started to cry out, but Bucky put a hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.
"Good," he said. His voice sent a shiver through Steve as he came. For a moment he stood there, leaning back against Bucky for support. His knees felt like jelly and he was breathing hard like he had just run a mile. When he regained his footing, Bucky helped him clean up and fix his clothes.
"So what does this mean?" Steve asked as Bucky washed his hands. He dried them off and leaned heavily on the sink.
"I think it means I've had one too many," Bucky joked.
"Bucky," Steve admonished him.
"I don't know." Bucky turned to him and shrugged. "I guess it means I don't want you to give up on me yet."
He leaned in to kiss Steve. Steve pushed him away. "You're going to have to brush your teeth before I let you do that again." Steve said.
Bucky grinned. "What if I just gargle some whiskey?"
Steve rolled his eyes.
"Alright, if she asks what we were doing, you were throwing up," Bucky said unlocking the door. They stepped out of the bathroom. Bucky looked around, but Mary was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey mister," he said to the bartender. "Did you see the girl I came in here with?"
"Yeah, her friend showed up with a couple of fat cats and they left. Didn't even buy a drink."
"Son of a bitch," Bucky muttered.
Steve hid a smile and led Bucky over to the bar. "Two whiskeys."
Bucky finished his drink and waved to the bartender to pour another. Steve sat beside him nursing the same one he had been on an hour ago. Bucky was on his fourth. Aside from their tryst in the bathroom, this week had been a complete bust. He was going to drink until he was unconscious or broke, whichever came first.
"So are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" Steve asked.
"What do you mean?" Bucky slurred as the bartender refilled his glass.
"You've been acting weird all week."
Bucky swirled the whiskey in his glass and took a sip. "I lost my job. Nothing I did, they just couldn't afford to keep everyone."
"When did that happen?"
"Tuesday," Bucky confessed.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Steve asked.
"I don't know," Bucky sighed. "I was hoping maybe I could find something before the end of the week and I wouldn't have to."
Steve fiddled with his watch. "Do you need this back?"
"No," Bucky said firmly. "It was a gift. I'm living with my folks, I'm not going to starve." Bucky finished his drink. "I'm sorry about tonight. I just needed to go out and blow off some steam."
"And you picked her?" Steve said in a snide tone.
Bucky laughed. "She seemed easy and I didn't feel like working for it."
Steve looked at his glass nervously.
Bucky let out a frustrated sighed. "Christ Steve, I didn't mean it like that."
"How did you mean it?" Steve whispered sharply.
"It's been over a year and I'm still hanging around!" Bucky whispered. "That has to tell you something!"
Steve finished his drink and stood up. "Yeah, it tells me you've had enough. Let's get you home."
Bucky stood up and stumbled. Steve caught him, supporting Bucky as best he could.
"We're going to my place," he said, grunting under Bucky's weight. "I don't think I can carry you all the way to yours."
As they staggered down the sidewalk, Bucky pushed Steve into an alley and pinned him against the wall. He leaned in to kiss Steve, but Steve turned away and his lips found Steve's neck.
"God Bucky, you're soused!"
Bucky leaned back, swaying a bit as he struggled to keep his balance. "Listen Steve, those girls, they're nothing. They're just a good time. You're the one I'm waiting for. So keep putting me off if you want, I'm gonna keep asking."
Bucky leaned in to kiss Steve. Suddenly he gagged and pushed Steve aside, puking on the brick wall.
"Geez, there goes two dollars!" he said. He heaved a few more times until his stomach was empty.
Steve rubbed his back. "We need to get you to bed pal."
"Yeah," Bucky moaned. "I think I feel a little better though."
Steve laughed. "Promise me you'll drink whiskey every time you go out with a dame."
Bucky awoke the next morning on the floor of Steve's bedroom. His head was pounding. Steve was gone, but he smelled coffee and bacon in the kitchen. Groaning, he tried to remember how much he had had to drink before Steve pushed him into the bathroom. He hoped Steve wasn't too upset with him. He wasn't even sure what had possessed him to do it. Rose McIntyre had done it to him a couple weeks ago, although she had done a much better job. She had sworn it was her first time, but he was pretty sure now that she had lied about that.
Slowly, he stood up and staggered into the kitchen. Steve was standing in front of the stove in his bathrobe, cooking something in the heavy skillet.
"Steve?"
"Hey, I was just coming to wake you up." Steve said, keeping his attention back to the stove.
"Sorry about last night," he muttered. "I need to lay off the whiskey. Your mom around? I should probably apologize."
"She left for her shift already. I wouldn't worry about it. She was more worried than anything."
Bucky sat down at the table. "Ugh, I feel like someone vomited in my head."
Steve brought him a glass of water and a cup of coffee. "It was probably you." He brought the food to the table and set a plate down in front of Bucky. "How much do you remember about yesterday?"
"If you mean do I remember tongue lapping you, yes. I think I was mostly sober for that." He looked at Steve nervously. "I didn't go too far, did I?"
"No," Steve said softly, not meeting his eyes. His cheeks were bright red, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "If fact, if you want to do it again, I'd be ok with that."
"Ugh," Bucky groaned, rubbing his face. "I don't think I can't right now."
Steve smacked him on the shoulder. "Not right now, fathead! I don't want you to puke on me."
Bucky nodded, nibbling at his toast. "So, if I suck your candystick, does that make me your girlfriend?"
"You're not my girlfriend." Steve assured him, spreading some jam on his toast.
"Good," he mumbled.
"What was it like?" Steve asked.
"I almost choked a few times," Bucky admitted. He hadn't realized just how big Steve was. Rose had managed to take him all the way in without gagging. He was sure now that she had lied about that being her first time.
"But you'd do it again?" Steve asked.
"If you liked it."
Steve bit his lower lip. "I feel kind of bad that I didn't do anything for you."
Bucky reached over to take Steve's hand. "I did that for you because I wanted to. You don't have to do anything just because I did."
"What if I want to?" Steve asked. His voice was quiet yet there was an impish look in his eye. He reached over and ran a finger under the waistband of Bucky's shorts. His hands were shaking. "Take these off."
"Steve we're in the middle of your kitchen," Bucky said.
"Mom won't be back for hours." Steve told him. He was trying to sound bold, but his voice trembled. "You got to see me, I want to see you."
"You've seen me naked before," Bucky teased.
"In the shower. I never actually got to look," he mumbled. "I want to touch you. All those girls get to."
"Steve, I don't know how many girls you think I've been with-"
"Well then tell me." Steve pressed.
"Three," Bucky said. "Most of them won't even let me hold their hand. It's just three."
"Is where you learned to, um," Steve trailed off and glanced down at his crotch.
Bucky grinned. "Still mad I went out with Rose?"
"A little," Steve grumbled. He traced a finger down the flap of Bucky's shorts. "So really, only three girls have touched this before?"
Bucky moaned softly. The pounding in his head seemed to ease as Steve's gentle touch sent a shiver through him.
"Come on, take them off," Steve urged, undoing one of the buttons.
Bucky could hear a hint of excitement in his voice. He felt a small thrill seeing Steve take charge like this. So much of their relationship thus far had been Bucky's doing. He needed to know that Steve was in this with him. He stood up and slid his shorts off. Steve stared, uncertain what to do next.
"Are you just going to look at it all day?" Bucky asked. A wave of dizziness forced him to sit back down. He let his legs fall open to give Steve a good view. Licking his lips, Steve reached out and gave him a soft, timid stroke.
"Oh come on, you can do better than that," Bucky taunted. Steve took a deep breath and removed his bathrobe. He knelt on the floor between Bucky's legs and stared intently. He reached between Bucky's thighs to touch his balls. Bucky moaned and arched into Steve' hand. Surprised, Steve drew back.
"Do that again," Bucky prompted.
Steve reached down again and cupped his balls gently, squeezing them slightly in his thin fingers. With his other hand he stroked Bucky's growing erection, trailing his fingers lightly down the shaft before gripping it firmly in his hand. Bucky shuddered. He couldn't imagine a girl doing this as well as Steve was.
"You're good at this," he said. "Have been practicing on yourself? Thinking about me when you're in the shower?"
Steve blushed and looked away.
"I think about you," Bucky continued. "And now I'm going to think about how your hand feels on me."
Steve turned bright red, but Bucky's words seemed to stir something in him. He stroked Bucky's cock with increased vigor. Bucky dug his fingers into Steve's shoulder, biting his lip to keep from crying out as Steve continued. He rubbed his fingers over the tip of Bucky's cock and back down the length, repeating the motion a few times. Bucky cried out and arched into it, shooting off all over Steve's hand. Panting for breath, he leaned back in the chair, running a hand through his hair.
"Anytime you want to do that again, just let me know," Bucky said.
Steve looked at the sticky fluid covering his fingers. He brought his hand up to his nose and sniffed it, then touched it to his tongue. The sight was gross and arousing at the same time.
"It's not as bad as I thought it would be," Steve said, licking a few drops off his fingers. He went to the sink to wash the rest off.
Bucky put his shorts back on and sat back in the chair, taking a sip of coffee. Steve cinched his bathrobe tightly to cover himself as much as possible. Bucky chuckled. That shyness was going to take a while to wear off. Steve refilled Bucky's mug and sat down on the other side of the table. They ate their breakfast in silence.
Steve was finishing up the dishes when Bucky came out of the shower, his hair still damp. Steve kept his attention on the pan he was scrubbing. The rest of breakfast had been awkward, and he was still a bit surprised that he had found the courage to do that.
"Feeling better?" he asked.
"A little. Please don't ever let me drink like that again," Bucky pleaded.
Steve laughed. "I don't think I could have stopped you." He set the pan in the drying rack. "So what are you going to do about work?"
Bucky shrugged. "Something will come along."
Steve turned toward him. "Why didn't you tell me?" He had asked that last night, but Bucky hadn't been in a fit state of mind to give him a straight answer. This was the first time Bucky had kept something from him and if they were going to continue whatever they were doing, it needed to be the last.
Bucky shrugged. "I don't know, I just didn't want to worry you."
"You didn't tell me about the girl, either," Steve reminded him.
"Can you blame me?" Bucky asked. "You looked ready to claw her eyes out."
"You used to tell me everything." Steve said. Bucky had never worried about upsetting him before. When things weren't going right, he used to be the first person Bucky would come to for advice. The line between friendship and romance had become blurred in a way that worried Steve.
Bucky was quiet for a minute. "Steve, are you ok with what we're doing?" he asked finally.
"Well, it felt pretty good," Steve said blushing.
"Not that," Bucky said. "I mean are you really ok with me seeing other people.
"No," Steve confessed. He had tried to put on a brave face, but if he wanted the truth from Bucky he owed him the same. "I don't like seeing you out with anyone else. I'm still going to let you do it and I still want to know, but I'm not happy about it. I don't think it would bother me as much if I could get a date once in a whie, but I get tired of sitting at home alone on Friday night."
"Well I won't be dating anyone until I get a new job," Bucky said. "But from now on if I take a girl out I'll get her to find you a friend."
Steve smiled. "You'll never get a girl doing that."
Bucky put his arms around Steve. "I mean it. I need you to be patient with me, but I don't want to lose you. You're special."
"Well, if you can wait for me, I'll wait for you." Steve punched Bucky in the arm. "And no more keeping secrets. I'm your best friend, tell me everything."
"Well I can tell you that we'll go going to the museum a lot until I find a new job," Bucky joked.
Steve grinned. "Well I don't mind paying for a while as long as you put out."
"Oh you think I'm that easy?" Bucky said, feigning insult.
"Yeah I do," Steve said, standing on his toes for a kiss.
"You're probably right," Bucky mumbled as their lips met.
-End-
A/N: Share-crop, promiscuous woman.
Thanks everyone for reading! This one got a little risque and that will pop up occasionally as things progress, but I strive to keep the smut plot related. Let me know what you think. Thank you to my guest reviewers!
Sakura: Don't worry, I have big plans for this. Plenty more to come.
Andy: Glad you like it! I'll try not to be too long with the updates, but gems take time to form. ;)