Bucky could not seem to come up with an answer for Steve other than "Um" or "uh." He just kept backing up and stuttering until he hit a wall.

Steve watched him with a growing smile and laughed when Bucky couldn't move further away. "This is so great! Were you a virgin before? I can't even tell you how much shit I got because your pal Steve was all like," his voice turned high, "I'm a virgin. Ha!"

"I'm not a virgin," said Bucky as his face turned what was surely a shade of purple.

Steve laughed again. "But you're shy, which is just as funny." He leapt forward and hooked his elbow through Bucky's, then dragged him into the bedroom. Bucky just barely saved himself from getting slammed into the door frame. "Oops, sorry! Okay." Steve deposited Bucky on the bed, then shoved him down and sat on top of him. "Okay. Now talk! Or I'll tickle torture you." He held up two crooked index fingers as a threat.

"Steve, what the hell!" Bucky cried, but a sudden memory flashed before him. He remembered tickle-torturing Steve one night, when Steve wouldn't tell him something. What was it? "Hey!" Steve had begun the torture. "Fine, fine! I'll tell you what you want to know! Just stop!"

"Good." Steve stopped tickling him, though he remained sitting right on Bucky's hips. "So. When was your first kiss?"

"First kiss? I don't know, I was maybe thirteen?"

Steve pondered this for a minute, then waggled his eyebrows. "And when was the first time you kissed me?"

"Um." Bucky had to think about that one. "Well, I guess... the first time, you kissed me. On the neck. And then we made out. And that was... two weeks ago?"

Grinning, Steve put his hands down on either side of Bucky's head and lowered his face really close. "I kissed you... like this?" He savagely sucked at Bucky's neck until Bucky screamed at him to stop.

"No, no, not like that!" Bucky realized he was also laughing. "No, it was nice. Gentle. God," he wiped at the saliva on his neck. "I'm gonna have a hickey."

"You won't mind. Okay," said Steve, his smile softening a bit. "Was it... more like this?" He leaned down, and pressed his lips into Bucky's throat. Bucky could feel the tickle of Steve's breath there, the longer those lips stayed against his skin.

It was hard not to respond. He could feel the blood zinging around under his skin, and after how guarded he had been around this Steve, he could feel his defenses lowering.

"Yeah," he said with a little sigh.

"And then what next?" Steve wiggled his hips. "We make out?"

"I think we just hugged for a long time."

Steve blew out an exasperated breath. "Seriously? I mean, you're already hard." He wiggled his hips some more, and squeezed his butt muscles, and since both were pressing into Bucky's groin region, they could feel exactly how hard Bucky was.

"I was hard then, too. And we still just hugged." Bucky tried to shift himself.

"I'm sorry," said Steve, and he wrapped his arms around Bucky's neck for a huge hug. Though the apology sounded sincere, Steve started stroking Bucky's head and whispered, "It's okay, my scared little non-virgin."

Bucky sighed. The hug did feel nice, though, so he squeezed Steve back and put up with it.

He hadn't given Steve a time limit, and they hugged for a good long time – at least five minutes – before Steve asked, "So, what came next? Dry humping? Hand jobs?"

"No, then we started making out."

"Okay, but then what? This?" Steve snaked his hand down between them and grabbed Bucky's dick.

"No!" Bucky said, pulling away. "Geez."

"Oh, come on," said Steve. He moved with Bucky, keeping his hand firmly in place. "You said you did stuff already. How come you're being all shy?"

"I didn't do any of that stuff with you!"

"Am I that different from your Steve? Or the other Steves?" Now Steve looked at him with big sad eyes. Bucky couldn't tell if he was genuinely hurt or joking. The way Steve had started to rub him through his sweatpants felt good, though. "I mean, I don't get why you wouldn't like me no matter what universe you were in."

"It's not that I don't like you," Bucky said. "It's more that I don't know you."

Steve flopped down on top of Bucky again and kissed his neck softly, all while still massaging his cock. "You could get to know me by fucking me," Steve suggested.

For some reason, that just made Bucky laugh. Or maybe that was just all the strange and awesome feelings that were coursing through his body right now. "I—um... Uh, I—I mean, you were the one who—um..."

Steve paused in the kissing, and looked at Bucky with his head propped up on his elbow. "I was the one who what?"

Bucky couldn't make himself say it. He reached out and tried to push Steve's hand away from his dick, but Steve just took in and moved it so it rested on Steve's ass. When Steve returned to Bucky's dick, he slipped it under the waistband of the sweatpants. Bucky had to bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut.

"I'm sorry I'm making it hard for you to concentrate," Steve whispered, kissing the corner of Bucky's mouth. "I'm so, so sorry."

In response, Bucky moved his other hand to Steve's ass as well, and gave an experimental squeeze. then he turned his head slightly so they were kissing for real now.

Maybe he shouldn't have done that, because Steve was rocking his hips now, as he held Bucky in his fist. Bucky could feel his heartbeat pulsing against Steve's hand. And he was also groaning, now that Steve had pulled his face away to ask, "I want to know what you were gonna say."

Bucky bit his lip again. Apparently he was not going to communicate this to Steve by staring at him. "You... um..."

"Yes?" Steve asked lightly, squeezing Bucky's cock.

"Uhhnh," Bucky said. "You were, um..." He stared at Steve.

Another squeeze. "Is this better or worse than tickle torture?" The next squeeze had Bucky kicking his legs, because he could feel wetness leaking out of him.

"You... you... it wasn't... this is complicated and hard to explain while you're doing that!" Bucky cried.

"Just tell me what I did," Steve purred into his ear.

"You fucked me," Bucky said louder than intended. "I don't know how it happened but you put something on my dick that vibrated and then you fucked me up the ass and I came twice."

After an astonished moment where Steve stopped squeezing him and kissing him and just stared at him, Steve laughed. "Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?" He rolled off of Bucky and held his stomach while he laughed.

Bucky's dick missed Steve's hand. That made him almost as angry as Steve's reaction. "What?"

"It's just—It's just-" Steve let loose a flurry of giggles. "It's just that you're acting so shy and all and – you had sex like that? With some version of me? Jesus!"

"That you was very gentle!"

"Oh, I'm sure I was!" Steve cawed. "I'm sure I was gentle as fuck!"

Bucky reached down to adjust himself, then moved to get off the bed.

"Oh, no, you don't!" Steve caught him. "Buck, come on. Can't you see how funny this is? I mean, I sitting here just trying to get you to fuck me, because my Bucky fucked your Steve, and you're acting like a monk or something, and you fucking had multiples! I've never had multiples! I don't know any dude who has had multiple orgasms!"

"So?" Bucky asked.

"So? So? What I'm saying is, you experienced some majorly awesome sex, and you don't want to have sex again? I mean, you said you only knew this other Steve for, like, two weeks, and you're having sex like that?"

Bucky refused to tell this Steve that he'd actually only known that particular Steve for a few hours.

"Okay, so, I'm sorry. I guess you need a couple of weeks to work up to that? I'm sorry for rushing you." Steve did sound sincere now. He rested his head on Bucky's shoulder with his arm twined through Bucky's. "I mean, you must have done other stuff, though, right? You don't just start with barely kissing and end up fucking that hard after, like, a day."

If only he knew, Bucky thought. That was exactly how it had happened. Maybe even less than a day. Well, to be fair, the kissing had been going on for a while. It was just the blow job and mind-blowing sex happening in the same day.

"You're smiling," said Steve slowly. "What haven't you told me yet?"

Bucky stopped smiling. "I'm not smiling."

"Come on. Spill."

He couldn't look at Steve. Instead, he looked at the corner of the room, which was fairly immaculate, and said, "A lot has happened in the last two days."

When he glanced back, he saw Steve waiting with eyebrows raised. Go on. Bucky sighed.

"Okay, so I was in this Starkbucks world for a couple of weeks. And it took me a while to get to where we were making out, and that was all we did was make out, until the exact day when Vision showed up to try to get me home. Only he hadn't quite figured it out yet, and he disappeared and then you asked if you could give me a blow job."

A smile began to bloom on Steve's face. "And then?"

"So you gave me a blow job, and it was pretty good, I mean, you said you'd never done that before, and I'd never received one before. So it was good. And then we went to this dinner party at Natasha's apartment, and then Vision showed up in the bathroom and I thought I was going home but I blinked and I was in an animal shelter."

Steve blinked, his smile dropping away. "An animal shelter?"

"It was weird. And then you walked in, and you were a cop, and you kept asking if I was okay, and you took me home, because apparently we lived together in this big old farmhouse, and it was all really weird. I was trying to play along, but we were married, and that felt very strange, because if I was going to pretend to be this other me, I had to pretend I was married to you."

"This sounds like a really messed up dream."

"It felt that way, too. So, um, we were lying in bed, and you were just trying to... feel me up, or whatever, and when I pulled away you asked what was wrong, and I said I was tired, and I don't know if we were having marital problems before but you seemed upset, and I didn't want to ruin some other me's marriage, so I just said, okay, we can do whatever you want. And then... the sex."

"Aw, you're so sweet, saving our marriage." Steve kissed him. "So what was the vibrating thing?" As Steve asked the question, he got up and moved to the nightstand and opened the drawer. "Was it like this?"

Steve pulled out a hyper-realistic dildo.

"No!" Bucky said, wincing.

"Like this?" The next thing he pulled out was a neon pink plastic nub that whirred when Steve flicked a switch.

"No. It was like," Bucky made a circle with his hands, "a ring? A blue ring that-"

Steve pulled out the exact device that cop Steve had used on him. He looked a little freaked out.

"Yes," said Bucky. "It looked like that."

When Steve looked at Bucky again, his eyes were dark, and a smile tugged at his lips. "This could be fun," he said.