"Steve?"

Steve felt his heart hit his stomach as he dropped the basin in his hands. The glass slipped through his fingers easily, and it shattered on the floor in front of him.

He ran out of the bedroom and into the sofa room, poking his head through the doorway.

It was exactly who he thought it was.

Hell, he'd had no doubts.

He know Bucky's voice anywhere.

Bucky had dropped his duffle beside him, his fatigues crisp and clean where they hugged his body. Steve felt his body being pulled toward the taller man, and he wrapped himself around Bucky's statuesque form. Bucky quickly folded himself around Steve, breathing him in as he pulled him closer.

"What the hell?" Steve yanked himself back as he stared at Bucky incredulously.

"Furlough." Bucky raised his fingers to touch the ugly purple ring surrounding Steve's eye socket. "I should say the same to you. What the hell happened to your eye?" Steve flinched, and he rolled his eyes. No use in lying.

"Got into a fight today."

"Yeah, no shit. Do we have ice?"

"Buck, you don't have to fuss."

"I asked if we had ice. Not if I had to fuss."

"In the icebox."

Bucky lifted his fingers from their spot on Steve's puffed cheek, removing his hat and setting it on the counter as he walked to the kitchen.

He came back with a rag bunched around some ice, and he thrusted it into Steve's eye.

"Jeez, Buck! Easy."

"Can't help it, Rogers." Bucky was grinding his teeth. Never a good sign. "You getting into fights without me worries me."

"I did fine before I met you."

"Did you now?" Bucky lifted the ice pack, shifting it so it rested on Steve's browbone. "Is that why that kid was runnin' away with your lunch money?"

"Hardy har. I get it." Steve placed his fingers over Bucky's on the pack. He sighed and rested against the warmth. "Good to have you home, Buck."

"Good to be home, Stevie."

As if he knocked himself out of his stupor, Bucky shook his head and pulled his hand away from Steve's eye, looking to the floor.

"How long are you home for?"

"A week. Then I get shipped off to Europe."

"Europe!" Steve didn't mean it to come out as angry as it sounded. "Gee, Buck. Color me jealous."

"I'd take you with me if I could, pal." Bucky backed out of Steve's space, picking at a stray thread sticking up from the back on the couch.

"Dot called, you know." Steve sat down on the lean cushion of the couch, dropping the ice pack into his lap.

"I figured. 12 weeks of bootcamp. No word from me would do that."

"She called 10 times in the last four weeks."

"That's never good news."

"Think she'll keep it?" Steve felt that maybe this was the wrong time to joke, but the stoned, flush look on Bucky's face meant that maybe there was some truth to it. This wasn't the first time they had received a similar call from one of Bucky's ex-flings, claiming to be a few weeks too long without their Aunt Flo comin' to town. All turned out to be overreactions.

"You think this one's real?"

"Do the math, genius. She'd be pretty sure by now."

"That's not what I want, Steve." Bucky felt himself sinking down the armchair of the couch after attempting to sit, suddenly very grateful that he was surrounded by familiar territory and that he wasn't making these realizations alone.

"Then what do you want?" Steve looked up at him cautiously, wondering if this was finally the moment they talked about this unspoken thing between them.

"It's complicated."

"No, Buck. It shouldn't be." Steve peered aside him, looking Bucky directly in the eye.

"What I want and what I should do are two different things." Bucky's eyes remained unfocused and watery as he stared at the ceiling.

"What you should do?"

"Yeah. I mean, isn't it obvious? If it's the real thing, I gotta do right by her. Try to make it through the war in one piece and only get to know my kid through postcards. If I make it out alive."

"And what do you want, Buck?" Steve inched closer as Bucky turned toward him.

"I-..." Bucky slicked his hair back with the palm of his hand. "If you'd have asked me 16 weeks ago, I'd have said you."

"Me?"

"Yeah, Steve. You."

"Why?" Yes, because the proper response to your best friend/love of your life telling them they want you is, "Why?"

"If you have to ask that, we need to get more mirrors."

Steve's jaw dropped as he rolled his eyes, punching Bucky lightly in the arm. And yeah, the proper reaction of said best friend complimenting you was a punch in the arm. Thanks, brain.

"Dot is-" Steve felt himself sink back under Bucky's gaze, realizing that he could feel Buck's breath on his cheek.

"Not you. And here I am, off to Europe. So, why not." Bucky's eyesight darted from Steve's eyes to his lips, letting his tongue poke out to swipe across his bottom lip.

And Bucky closed the distance between them.

Steve felt Bucky's nose collide into his, and the length of warm, wet lips against his own. Bucky pulled back just as quickly, and Steve watched Bucky's eyes open.

"Yeah?" Bucky nodded tightly.

Steve felt the blush rush to his face, the apples of his cheeks warming.

"Yes." Steve whined.

"Good." Bucky moved back in and pressed himself back into Steve's frail frame, running his hand through Steve's hair to cradle his head. The kiss, which Steve quickly realized was not like a bicycle and he had no idea what he was doing, became more heated, causing Bucky to delve further into Steve's personal space. Not that Steve minded.

Bucky wiggled himself beside Steve's half-laid body and moaned into the kiss, pulling Steve down with him. Steve found himself grinding against Bucky's leg every time he renewed the contact between their lips. Bucky's tongue darted in and out of Steve's mouth, sliding his hands down Steve's back, stopping to squeeze both palms at his ass. Bucky lifted Steve's frame over top of his hips, centering his legs on either side of him. Bucky's moan was smooth and deep, and it was music to Steve's ears. He thought of everything he could do to get him to do it again, and found himself rocking his hips in time with Bucky's shallow upward thrusts. He could feel Bucky's twitching and hard member against his own, sliding his length up the front of Buck's nylon fatigues.

He found himself sitting up, balancing his hands on each of Bucky's breasts, using one hand to unbutton his own slacks. Bucky watched in wonderment, his mouth slack and quiet, breathless moans leaving his body with each thrust. Steve pulled the zip down with ease as Bucky did the same with his own, one hand remaining to hold Steve's hips in place. Bucky reached in and paused his motions only to pull himself out. Bucky's breath almost stopped completely when Steve began to curiously palm the tip, running his fingers over and down the shaft. Bucky let out a deep moan, his fingers working at the cotton to get Steve's own trapped member out.

Steve could feel the way his body changed the first time Bucky touched his cock. Electricity sparked down his spine as Bucky used his rough hands to pull him out of his confines. It flopped out beside Bucky's and Steve put them both together.

Using both hands, he pumped at both shafts equally as Bucky tugged at Steve's nipple. His other hand shot to Steve's neck, pulling him down into a searing and lengthy kiss. Steve felt the electricity sparking down his spine again, and he knew that if Bucky kept biting his bottom lip like this, that he wouldn't last much longer.

Steve forced himself to slow his hands down, sinking his teeth into the fat part of Bucky's bottom lip.

The blonde felt Bucky's cock pulsate in his hand, a sudden wetness spreading across the underside of their bellies. Bucky let out a punched out groan, his eyes pinched shut. Steve continued for a moment, only to find Bucky's face going from blissful to uncomfortable.

"S-Steve…" Bucky groaned. "Stop."

And Steve did. He collapsed on top of Bucky with deep heaving breaths taken through a pair of lips that couldn't stop smiling. The only thing that made this moment not perfect was the distracting painful feeling he was getting in his own member.

"Ready?" Bucky tucked the sweaty strand of hair dangling from Steve's head behind his ear, using his palm to caress Steve's swollen and bruised cheek.

"For what?"

Bucky grabbed ahold of either side of Steve's hips and thrust him upward, sitting him on the couch in a sitting position. He kneeled between his feet and dipped his fingers into the shallow of Steve's spine, fingering the hem of Steve's pants. He pulled them off with little to no finesse, but the shy smile was enough to make up for it.

Steve's cock bobbed in the open air and Bucky bent down in front of it. He firmly grasped the base and poked his tongue out to lick his way from his fingers to the very top.

Steve's hips unwillingly launched themselves towards the source and had Bucky's fingers not been holding him down, Bucky probably would have gotten poked in the eye.

Bucky flattened his tongue and repeated his action, pausing at the top. He opened his mouth and took the first half of Steve's cock into his mouth. Bucky was warm and wet, his teeth tucked back and enough suction that made Steve want to scream, or cry, or both. Bucky took all of Steve in with a little bit of difficulty, but it didn't take long for Steve to feel the waves of euphoria to crash around him again. He felt it from the tips of his toes and up to the tip of his cock as Bucky continued to lick and suck.

"Buck… I'm gonna-"

Bucky pushed himself down as far as he could go and Steve felt himself falling. His breath picked up and he felt fireworks blossoming through his veins just as his cock began to pulsate down Bucky's throat. Bucky swallowed it contently. Steve felt boneless by the time Bucky lifted himself up with the most provocative and sultry look that Steve had ever seen in his entire life.

He felt himself being pulled forward by the lapels on his shirt, finding Bucky's soft lips against his own. Bucky picked himself up and sat down roughly on the couch beside him, attempting to catch his breath. He pulled at the nylon of his overshirt, plucking the buttons out one by one. He untucked the tucked portions of his shirt, pulling it out from his arms.

He peered at Steve with kind, trusting eyes and the sides of his mouth perked up into a smile.

"Why the hell didn't I tell you 16 weeks ago?"

The question quickly registered with Steve as he remembered their conversation before all of this happened. And the fact that Dot was pregnant.

"Beats me. You're the idiot that didn't."

"Wish I would have told you before I met Dot and got myself into this mess."

"Yeah," Steve laced his fingers across his chest and watched them twirl between each other. "Me too."