A Good Man

by HilaryShadow112

Since the events of Civil War, Steve and Bucky find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Bucky is confused by his feelings for Steve, but can't help the attraction he feels towards him. He also knows he can't risk hurting him. The Winter Soldier is still in his head. Bucky knows he's destined to spend his life alone, but Steve will fight for his friend, come hell or high water.

8. One Day at a Time

A/N: Hi all, as an FYI I did up the rating for the story due to this chapter. This story is now rated M so this is your warning to turn back if you're not comfortable continuing. Thanks!

Chapter 8: One Day at a Time

Bucky's Perspective

Bucky's eyes blinked open sleepily. He took in his surroundings as the events from the night before came rushing back to him. He was still in the lab, but the lights were dimmed and there was no sign of Shuri, Dr. Banner, Tony, or Wanda. He turned his head to see Steve fast asleep in a chair beside him, his forehead and arm propped up on the examination table Bucky was occupying. Before he could stop himself, Bucky reached out and stroked the other man's hair.

Steve stirred immediately. He blinked up at Bucky, his eyes adjusting.

"Hey Stevie," Bucky greeted softly.

"You remember me," Steve responded, sounding relieved as he sat up.

"Of course I remember you. Didn't Shuri say they were only removing the bad memories?" Steve smiled.

"I guess I was a little worried something would go wrong. How are you feeling?" Bucky sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Okay, I guess. Still a bit tired."

"How's your head?"

"Strange…I still remember being the Winter Solider. Still remember a lot of things actually…"

"The goal wasn't to make you forget everything. Just the memories that were causing the worst symptoms of your PTSD. The ones that were causing you to regress." Bucky nodded.

"Right." The pair sat in silence for a moment.

"You're still gonna need therapy Buck," Steve said tentatively. "This wasn't a cure for the PTSD. But hopefully it will help make things easier." Bucky sighed.

"I figured."

"It won't be too bad. I've met with a psychiatrist a couple times myself in the past few years. At first it seems weird telling someone you don't know about everything you've been through, but eventually…it helps." Bucky held Steve's gaze as he spoke. He couldn't imagine himself in therapy…then again, he couldn't imagine Steve there either. Therapy was a foreign concept to him. In the forties he hadn't known anyone who went to therapy and mental illness had been taboo, even to discuss. People simply ignored their problems and as a result, usually paid the price. It seemed the stigma around therapy had improved in the 21st century. Bucky felt hesitant, nervous even, but he trusted Steve's advice and for his sake he would try.

Bucky looked down. He wanted to get off the examination table, but he was still attached to the heart rate monitor. Abruptly, he began yanking off the various wires that were still connected to his torso and arms.

"Uhh…maybe we should wait for Shuri and Bruce…" Steve started, watching his friend nervously. Bucky ignored him. Once the last of the wires was disconnected, he swung his legs off the side of the table and before Steve could react pulled the man into his chest in a hug. Steve returned it immediately, wrapping his arms around his friend and burying his face in his shoulder.

"Thank you," Bucky whispered.

"For what?" Steve murmured.

"For never giving up on me." Then Bucky did something very out of character. He pulled back just enough so his face was in front of Steve's and planted a kiss on his lips. It was chaste but tender and filled with the graciousness Bucky felt rushing to his core for having a friend like Steve. Steve's eyes widened in shock, and he didn't have time to react before Bucky pulled away. Bucky couldn't help but smile at his friend's stunned expression and the blush that settled on his cheeks. At his core Steve was still the shy kid from Brooklyn Bucky had fallen for over seventy years ago.

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It had been a week since Dr. Banner and Shuri declared the procedure on Bucky a success. He didn't remember experiencing any of the traumatic events he had gone through as the Winter Solider but he was aware of them on some level. That was one strange result of the procedure.

"Just because we removed the memory source doesn't mean you automatically forget every time you thought about the traumatic event after having done it." Shuri's explanation didn't make much sense to him, but it didn't matter much to Bucky. He felt better than he had in years. Lighter. Freer.

He had met with his therapist twice already. She seemed nice enough. Bucky was still getting used to the idea of talking about his feelings, but Dr. Wu was patient and kind and Bucky felt he was getting more and more comfortable around her as the days went on.

He hadn't had a nightmare since the procedure but Dr. Wu encouraged caution.

"Progress isn't a straight line. It's perfectly normal to experience nightmares from the time you spent as the Winter Soldier. If you do experience any, let me know and we'll work through it."

Bucky sat on the sidelines as training progressed in front of him. He enjoyed the routine of training daily but was taking it easy while the results of the procedure became clear, per Bruce's request. They still weren't a hundred percent sure that he wouldn't revert, but Bucky was hopeful and he didn't mind taking a break from training.

Steve was walking Wanda through a training exercise on the other side of the facility, while Sam and Vision observed. Natasha and Clint were sparring below him. Bucky watched them for a moment before his eyes slid back towards his Captain.

Bucky watched the man who had been his best friend for seventy years. Steve had been stunned when Bucky had kissed him, perhaps as stunned as Bucky himself had been when he did it. Once he got over the initial shock though, Steve had smiled sheepishly and kissed him back.

Nothing had changed too much between them since then. Bucky was still getting a handle on his memories and his routine. And he liked just spending time with Steve as friends. Although, after their kiss in the lab he wasn't sure what they were. It wasn't like they had taken the time to talk about it. Since last week, they had just been enjoying each others' company, grateful for the time they had finally been afforded to just…be.

Truthfully, Bucky didn't know how to move forward. He had been on his own for so long... Though he longed for companionship, and Steve, he wasn't sure he knew how to be with someone. He had accepted a long time ago that he would be alone for the rest of his life. And to be honest, Dr. Banner and Shuri weren't 100% sure the procedure had worked. They had declared it a success, mainly because Bucky came out of it unscathed and so far it seemed like his memories were weighing on him less and less as the days passed but nothing was certain.

Bucky watched as his friend talked with his fellow Avengers and couldn't help but smile. The man was an amazing leader and loved teaching others. It was apparent on his face.

"Mind if I join you?" He looked up to see Natasha and Clint had stopped sparring. While Clint had gone to join the others, the redhead had climbed the stairs up to him.

"Sure." She took a seat beside him. At first neither of them spoke, watching Steve instruct the others.

"How have you been feeling?"

"Okay, overall. Time will tell I guess." Natasha nodded. A few more moments passed before she spoke again.

"I'm glad that you and Steve found each other again after all these years. He deserves to be happy." Bucky didn't respond. Natasha turned to look at him. "You know that, don't you Bucky? That you make Steve happy."

"I know how he makes me feel."

"He loves you." Bucky swallowed. It was almost painful to hear. "You still don't think you deserve him, do you?" Bucky looked down at his clasped fingers. "You know…you're not the only member of this team who has a dark past. Clint still agonizes over the men he killed while under Loki's control. Before Wanda was one of us, she was working with Ultron. Tony sold WMDs and missiles before he became Ironman." Natasha hesitated. "I worked for the KGB. And I wasn't under any mind control. I did it of my free will." Bucky didn't miss the shame that flashed across her face before being replaced by her mask.

Bucky had heard stories of the infamous Black Widow but they had just been rumors. This was his confirmation that the stories were true.

"How do you deal with it?" He questioned.

"One day at a time," She answered honestly.

"…Steve doesn't get it," Bucky responded. "The guilt. It doesn't make sense to him."

"That man has an unflinching moral compass," She commented.

"A bit annoying isn't it?" Bucky replied. She laughed.

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to about the guilt…someone who gets it; I'm here. And so is Clint. And so is Wanda. And so is Tony." They lapsed into silence again. "Not to over step…but you and Steve are kinda perfect for each other." Bucky shot her a look of skepticism. "Call me a fan of the friends to lovers trope," She said, shrugging her shoulders. "Your story is anything but by the book, but you guys always found your way back to each other."

Bucky pondered her words. It was true. First they had been separated when Bucky had gone off to war in 1944. Steve had followed and they had been briefly reunited. Then Bucky fell from the train and was taken by Hydra and used for their nefarious purposes for over seventy years; put in cryogenic sleep when he wasn't needed…And somehow he and Steve had found themselves in the same decade once again. They had been reunited in DC on opposite sides of a war and then again in Romania after Bucky went into hiding… Natasha was right. They had always found their way back to each other.

"Thank you, Natasha." She smiled, patting his leg before getting up to join the others.

"We're lucky to have you as one of the team Bucky."

Later that Night

Bucky raised his fist and rapped on the door in front of him. It opened a few seconds later, revealing Steve clad in his sleep shirt and a pair of sweats. Concern immediately marred his face when he saw Bucky.

"Buck? You okay? Did you have a nightmare?"

"I'm fine. Can I come in?" Steve nodded, stepping aside so Bucky could pass him. He took a look around the room. Bucky had never been in here before. The walls were stark white much like Bucky's but unlike himself, Steve had clearly nested. It was like stepping back into the 40s. A slow song was playing from a record player in the corner. An oak desk looked out over the city which was neatly covered in a few files and several pens that laid an equal, meticulous distance from one another. Steve also had an armchair which was next to a shelf that was overflowing with books. Bucky bent and picked one up.

"Still read Agatha Christie huh?"

"I like a good mystery."

"Some things never change. You could always tell how these were gonna end." Steve's bed had a simple wood headboard and a warm green knit blanket on top. Bucky fiddled with his fingers as he looked around the room. Speaking his mind would never be easy to him. The polar opposite of Steve who was able to eloquently and persuasively get his point across to anyone.

"Buck?" Steve questioned when the man didn't speak.

"…I wanted to apologize."

"Apologize? For what?"

"For the back and forth I put you through these past few weeks."

"…I'm not following Buck."

"The truth is…you weren't reading the signals wrong, Steve. I…" Bucky swallowed. "I do have feelings for you. I have since we were teenagers. But I couldn't risk hurting you, especially after what happened when we were training. That's why I pushed you away. Not because I don't love you." Bucky finally had the courage to look up at Steve who was staring at him dumbfounded. He cleared his throat. "Anyways, that's all I wanted to say. I just wanted you to know the truth." Bucky turned to leave. He put his hand on the doorknob but before he could open it, Steve plastered his hands on the door on either side of Bucky, trapping him.

"Where are you going?" He breathed in Bucky's ear. Steve's breath sent a series of shivers down Bucky's spine. Bucky turned slowly so he was looking up at Steve, his back pressed to the door.

To this day, it never failed to be strange to see Steve towering over him. He was always reminded of how small the man was pre serum.

Bucky had never seen this look on the other man's face before. Steve was staring down at him, his blue eyes serious and intense. A shot of arousal stole through Bucky. Steve watched him for a moment, not speaking.

"Kiss me." Bucky moistened his lip with his tongue.

"What?"

"You said you were sorry for making me think I was going crazy. That I misread the signs. So prove it. Kiss me."

Bucky's eyes drifted to his friend's lips. His hands moved from his sides of their own accord and reached up to cup either side of his face. He pulled away from the wall, glancing at this friend's eyes. They were still watching him like a hawk. Bucky's heart was pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous. It wasn't like he and Steve had never kissed before.

But he had never put much thought into it. It was always something that happened in the moment. This was a premeditated kiss.

He leaned in, a few centimeters away from his friend's lips. Steve's breath ghosted over his own. Hesitantly, he pressed their lips together softly, a bare brush of the lips. The kiss was soft and sweet. After a moment he pulled away, waiting for Steve to react.

"Again," Steve whispered. Bucky obeyed his captain and kissed him again, this time allowing the kiss to linger. Steve's lips were soft and full against his own. They kissed gently, testing the waters of this new experience. Bucky felt weak in the knees and fell against the door behind him. Steve quickly filled the space between them, pressing their bodies together.

Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve's neck, holding the other man close. Their lips had picked up speed, moving against one anothers' urgently. Almost as if they were making up for lost time.

Bucky felt Steve's tongue brush against his lips and he opened his mouth so it could slide inside. Their tongues met. Steve was leaning against the other man, his forearm pressed flat against the door. The other hand drifted down Bucky's leanly muscled body to his lower back. He pulled so their groins pressed together.

Bucky gasped at the feeling of sheer pleasure. The kiss broke. The two men stared at one another for a moment with heavy lidded eyes.

"Wow," Bucky said with a whisper and a small smile. "So that's what we've been missing." Steve smirked and pressed their foreheads against one anothers'.

"You had me waiting long enough."

"Sorry Stevie."

"It's alright. You were worth the wait." The men stared at one another, their foreheads still pressed together, reveling in the closeness. Bucky's eyes drifted open and over Steve's chiseled and handsome face, over his muscled torso and down to his sweatpants where Bucky was surprised to see he was sporting a semi. Bucky swallowed and was suddenly aware of his own dick that was pressed hard against the cargo pants he had thrown on after his shower.

"Touch me," Steve said, watching Bucky's eyes rove over his body. Bucky didn't hesitate this time. His hands floated down over Steve's strong shoulders to his well-defined chest, around to his butt which Bucky squeezed. Steve grunted.

"So bossy," Bucky tutted, though a thrill went through him at Steve's words. Steve was a natural leader of course, but Bucky had never heard him speak to him in this manner.

The other man suddenly bent and picked up either side of the other soldier's legs, wrapping them around his waist so their erections were pressed together.

"Steve…When did you get so…" Bucky trailed off, searching for the right words. "Dominant?"

"Problem?" Steve questioned with a smirk.

"Not at all." Steve smiled and took Bucky's lips fiercely. Bucky let himself be kissed. It was a strange sensation but not a bad one, letting another person, let alone a man lead the kiss. Bucky's arms returned to his captain's neck. He broke the kiss, trailing a series of open mouthed ones down the side of Steve's neck.

Steve turned and marched them towards the bed. He leaned over, laying Bucky down before filling the space between his legs, their bodies never disconnecting. Bucky stared up at his long time friend and was surprised to see nervousness in his eyes.

"Shit…I didn't even ask if this is okay. Sorry Buck," He braced against the bed to get up but Bucky stilled him quickly with the help of his Vibranium arm.

"Don't you dare." He softened his words with a smile and couldn't help but laugh. The man was sex on a stick and had been giving off serious dom vibes until he became flustered Bucky hadn't agreed to being moved to the bed. "Consent is sexy though." Bucky reached up and ran his fingers over his friend's lips, then down to his shirt.

"Off." Steve smiled.

"Who's being bossy now?"

He complied nonetheless, reaching back and pulling it over his head. Bucky's hands trailed over his friends chest.

"God you're hot," He whispered.

"Says you." Steve replied. He leaned down to kiss Bucky on the side of his mouth. "Do you have any idea how crazy you drove me the first time you wore your uniform?" He murmured against his cheek. Bucky stared up at him quizzically.

"My old war uniform?" Steve nodded, easing down onto the bed beside his friend. Propping his head on his hand, he kept his leg over Bucky's, maintaining their closeness.

"I swear I almost came in my pants the first time I saw you. Damn, you were fine." Bucky didn't know how to respond and instead felt his face flood with heat. Steve who was stroking his cheek, gave a little laugh.

"You blushing Buck?" This only served to embarrass the man further. Steve laughed and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "If that made you blush maybe I shouldn't tell you what I did after I got home."

Bucky couldn't help himself.

"What did you do?"

"Well I had to take care of myself after that. I didn't know how to control my dick back then so there was only one way to get rid of it." The rush of warmth in Bucky's groin intensified.

"Did you think about me? When you…" Bucky drifted off.

"Of course I did. About everything I wanted to do to you…Everything I wanted you to do to me." Steve sighed nostalgically. Bucky was processing this when his thoughts suddenly skidded to a halt

"Wait. You liked me? Even back then? Before the war?" Steve laughed.

"Of course I did. It was damn near obvious." Bucky was stunned.

"I…I never knew." Steve shrugged.

"I knew you couldn't return my feelings so…"

"You didn't know shit," Bucky interrupted, mulling over the fact he hadn't had a clue about Steve's feelings. They had wasted so much time…

"You were always chasing some girl or another, Buck. I never imagined you liked men."

"I like both," He replied thoughtfully. "I guess I didn't know it at the time. I knew I liked you though. Just thought you were my one exception."

"Wait," Steve interrupted. "You had feelings for me before the serum?" The disbelief was apparent in his voice.

"Yes, Steve."

"But I was…"

"Amazing, brave, selfless, damn reckless and handsome." Bucky drew circles on the other man's chest. "I guess some things don't change."

"But I was…" Steve faded off. Bucky could see the discomfort in his friend's eyes. "…such a loser," He settled on eventually. "In such terrible shape. So scrawny and weak." Bucky shouldn't have been so surprised Steve felt this way about himself before the serum, but it was shocking to hear the words Steve was using to describe himself.

"You were never weak. Or a loser." Bucky made sure Steve understood Bucky's sincerity by staring into his eyes as he spoke. "But yes Steve, I was attracted to you even then." Steve still looked disbelieving. "You really think I'm that shallow?" Bucky was surprised and a little hurt.

"No!" Steve said quickly. "It's not that. I just thought…"

"That I would only be able to be attracted to you once you thought you were attractive?"

"I never dreamed you could until these past few weeks…" Steve admitted. "But I was sure the attraction was recent, certainly not pre serum."

"Steve," Bucky said seriously, holding his gaze. "You were a catch even then." Steve stared at him skeptically, his eyes unsure.

"You really mean that Buck?"

"Yes," Bucky responded without hesitation, sitting up a bit to emphasize his point. Steve kissed him hard.

"God, I love you." Bucky hesitated before responding. It was hard being vulnerable after all these years. But they had wasted enough time. Time spent fighting other people's wars. Time spent denying their attraction. Their love.

"I love you too, Steve." Steve pulled him into his chest and held his friend there for a moment. Bucky relaxed into the hug. It was nice to be held by Steve. The other man made him feel safe, like nothing could hurt him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but a refreshing one. Bucky pulled away after a moment, suddenly shy. It wasn't lost on him that he had never been like this around women. He had always been confident and charismatic, cocky even. Not around Steve, though.

"Can we…can we keep going?" Steve smiled.

"Is that what you want Buck?" Steve leaned in to emphasize his point, planting a kiss on Bucky's cheek. Bucky nodded.

"Yes." Steve smiled. He kissed Bucky deeply, fisting Bucky's shirt and pulling him close. The kiss was intense and filled with longing. When their lips parted, Steve's lips drifted to Bucky's neck. Bucky's eyes closed.

"Is this really happening?" He whispered. After years of being apart, years of fighting on opposite sides of a war, Bucky was finally reunited with his captain.

"Seems like it," Steve mumbled against his neck. He continued planting open mouthed kisses and nipping the assassin's hot skin.

"I feel like I'm going to open my eyes and this will all be some Hydra hallucination." He stroked Steve's hair. "Or a fever induced dream," He admitted, looking down at the other man. Steve observed him for a moment before donning a Cheshire cat smile.

"Well, we'd better give you something to remember it by." He lowered himself so he was hovering above Bucky's belt. Bucky felt his face heat again.

"Steve…" Steve reached out to grip the belt, then hesitated and looked up at the dark-haired man.

"Is this okay?" Bucky had to smile.

"I don't know, is it?" Steve stared up at him, unamused.

"Bucky, I'm serious. If you want me to stop, tell me."

"Hmm, don't like it when I play your game do you?" Steve's expression didn't change. Bucky chuckled. "It's fine Steve."

Steve's face relaxed and he continued undoing Bucky's belt. The assassin watched him curiously. After unfastening the belt, he made quick work of the other man's pants buttons as well. He tugged and Bucky lifted his hips so Steve could pull them past his hips. After they had been removed, Steve relaxed beside his friend's hips. He reached out, placing his hand on the other man's thigh. Bucky resisted a small moan. How long had it been since someone had touched him like this? Since the 40s at least.

"You're sure Buck?"

"Yes Steve." Bucky rolled his eyes. Steve's hands drifted over to Bucky's package. He traced the outline of the other man's penis lightly, teasing him. Bucky bit his lip, watching as the other man touched him. Steve fondled him gently through the fabric, alternating between stroking his hard length and reaching down to squeeze his balls. Bucky finally let out a moan when he did the latter, his head falling back against the pillows. Steve shifted so he was laying beside Bucky and staring down him.

Bucky looked up at Steve, at the man he had loved for over 70 years. He had dreamed, even fantasized about this very moment and it was finally happening. His fingers yanked the other man down by his neck. He kissed him desperately, decades' worth of pent up sexual tension and longing propelling him forward. As he kissed him, Steve continued caressing him through his underwear, Bucky's length hardening with every stroke.

Eventually, Steve's hand began teasing with the elastic of his briefs, running his fingers briefly under the band. Bucky held his breath. Steve stared down at his friend, the unspoken question in his eyes.

Bucky nodded. Steve slid down again so he was beside Bucky's hips. He grabbed either side of the band and pulled. Bucky lifted his hips so Steve could slide them down and off.

Steve settled between the other man's legs. Bucky suddenly felt very self conscious. Steve ran a finger down his shaft. Unconsciously Bucky's hips arched.

Without warming the blonde bent and licked the tip of Bucky's length. Bucky's head fell back against the bed.

It had been 70 years since someone had done that. 70 long and lonely years. Steve slid his mouth over the crest before slowly lowering his mouth onto Bucky's dick. Bucky's mouth fell open. One of his hands drifted down to tangle in Steve's hair. Steve paused when he reached the bottom and then pulled up suddenly, hollowing his cheeks.

"God," Bucky whispered. "That feels so good." Steve proceeded to lick the sides and the underneath of Bucky's cock. Bucky writhed beneath him.

Steve alternated by occasionally pumping the man with his fist. Then he would take Bucky's length in his mouth again, always at the same agonizingly slow pace. It was driving Bucky mad. He was sure he was harder than he had ever been in his life, including his first time.

He may have gotten head before but no one had done it like Steve.

"Steve, please." Bucky begged. Steve chuckled.

"I'm not nearly done with you yet."

Then he bent and licked Bucky's balls. The gesture had been so unexpected the assassin bucked almost clean off the bed.

"Like that?" Steve whispered with a smirk. He continued licking and teasing the sensitive area. Bucky had broken out in a sweat at this point, his grip on Steve's hair almost painful he was sure. Steve then took his balls in his mouth. Bucky let out a loud moan. Steve sucked for a few seconds and Bucky hardened further.

Letting them pop free, Steve continued stroking his friend's hardness as he shifted the balls out of the way so he could see Bucky's entrance. He reached out tentatively and gave it a small stroke. Bucky gasped and looked down at his captain.

Steve stared back, halting his advances for a moment.

"Can I?" Bucky turned bright red.

Sure he wanted to be with Steve in every which way possible but he had never thought about the logistics of it all. Specifically, who would go where. He had only ever fucked someone, never been the one being fucked. He wanted to fuck Steve but at the same time the idea of Steve inside him sent him mad with desire.

"I…I've never…" He trailed off.

"I haven't either," Steve admitted. "Not with a man. But I know the basics." Bucky hesitated, then nodded. He was ready to share this experience with Steve.

Steve shifted, sliding off the mattress. Bucky got on his elbows and watched his friend who was rustling beneath the bed. Finally he pulled out a simple box and opened it. From within he procured a bottle of lube.

He pulled Bucky so his butt and torso were still laying back on the bed but his legs were bent over the edge. Then, he spread him and sat between his legs. Bucky watched as he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them together to generate a decent amount of coverage before placing them between Bucky's cheeks. He gently stroked the puckered opening.

Bucky knew his face was still red, but he stared at Steve regardless. Steve held his gaze as he softly pushed past the barrier. Bucky gasped. The sensation was strange, but didn't necessarily feel bad. Just new and different.

"You okay?" Steve mouthed. Bucky nodded and moved his hips encouragingly. Steve continued pressing inside, occasionally stopping to stroke the hot walls so Bucky had time to adjust. Bucky found himself spreading his legs wider. Finally Steve pushed his finger in to the knuckle.

"You're so fucking tight Buck," He said longingly. Bucky nodded, borderline incoherent at this point. Steve moved his finger experimentally and Bucky cried out. The other man had found his prostate.

"More," He begged. Steve complied, stroking the nerve again. Bucky hardened more, if possible.

"Think you're ready for another?" Steve questioned. Bucky nodded eagerly. Steve smiled and pulled his finger out. Bucky felt noticeably empty without it. Before he could mourn the loss Steve returned with two fingers. He pushed them in slowly, watching his friend's face for any sign of pain.

Bucky groaned. It was tight, but not painful. Again, Steve stretched and stroked the man periodically to give him time to adjust.

"How's it feel?"

"Good." Bucky answered automatically. "So fucking good."

"Language," Steve chided playfully.

"Damnit Rogers." Bucky growled. His words halted from his mouth as Steve once again reached his prostate and began stroking it rhythmically. His other hand began stroking Bucky's length again which was so hard it was almost painful.

"Fuck me," Bucky gasped when the pleasure became too much. He was near the edge but he didn't want to come until Steve was inside him. "And yes, I'm goddamn sure," He snapped before the other man could ask.

Steve smiled and stood and Bucky took a moment to admire the other man's flawless physique. His blonde hair was tousled, his blue eyes stormy with desire, his sweatpants riding low on his chiseled hips. He was also sporting a serious hard on which Bucky could clearly see pressed against the fabric. He pulled down his underwear and sweats in one go, before stepping out of them, stroking himself as he did.

Bucky had to keep his jaw from dropping. A naked Captain America was too much. He almost came right there.

"What's the best way?" Bucky asked once he recovered, getting up on his elbows again. "Should I turn around?"

"Absolutely not. I want to look into your eyes as I slide inside you," Steve said sternly. Bucky felt a trickle of anticipation make its way down his spine. Steve grabbed the bottle of lube and added a generous amount to his palm before applying it. He coated his dick. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his lover. Steve knelt at the end of the bed. He was so tall his hips were at the perfect angle to take Bucky where he lay.

Before moving any further, Steve's long fingers wrapped around the back of Bucky's neck, pulling the man up into a deep sensual kiss. Bucky kissed him back, wrapping his arms around Steve's neck as their lips and tongues crashed together. Then, mischievously, he rocked his hips against the other man's, sending their shafts sliding against each others'. Steve groaned.

"Bucky." Bucky was tempted to do it again just to hear Steve say his name like that again, but before he could Steve was murmuring against his lips.

"You ready?" Bucky nodded, giving his friend one last kiss before laying back on the bed. He spread his legs as far as they would go. Steve pulled him closer so his dick was pressed right against the smaller man's opening.

He slowly started to press inside. Bucky's head fell back as pleasure radiated through him.

"Look at me," Steve commanded. Bucky's eyes shot open and he looked down at the other man. Steve's eyes never left his as he continued to push deeper inside. It was incredibly intimate. And hot.

After a moment, Steve stopped to allow Bucky time to adjust.

"Are you alright?" Bucky nodded. He felt full, very full.

"How far in are you?" He questioned.

"That's the tip." Bucky gaped at him. He wasn't sure he was going to be able to take all of Steve, but damnit he was sure going to try.

"Keep going." He tried not to tense as the man slid deeper and deeper inside him. Bucky groaned. It seemed the serum had worked on all of Steve's body. The man had always been smaller than him, in every way. Bucky had seen Steve's dick before the war, they were buddies after all. The blonde hadn't been small, more like perfectly average, but smaller than Bucky's own sizable length.

That was no longer the case.

"I need a break," Bucky said through gritted teeth after a few more seconds.

"Do you need me to pull out?" Steve questioned, his eyes filled with concern. Bucky shook his head fervently.

"Just need a second." Steve smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. He lingered by the man's ear and started stroking his shaft.

"How's it feel?"

"Strange…But really good," Bucky admitted. He let Steve stroke him for a few more moments as he adjusted. "Okay, keep going."

Steve complied, pressing his length in deeper. This time, it was he who groaned.

"Bucky you're so fucking tight. Feels so damn good."

"Don't stop," Bucky begged. His dick was dripping precum onto his stomach as Steve pumped him. Finally, he had taken the man to the hilt. Steve paused once again to allow the brunette time to get used to the feel.

Steve swept Bucky's hair back and kissed his sweaty forehead tenderly.

"Move please." Bucky whispered. Steve responded with a roll of his hips which sent a bolt of pleasure through Bucky. Steve continued moving, thrusting into the smaller man's heat slowly. He moaned.

"You're so good, Buck," He whispered, trying his best to stay at a slow pace for the sake of his lover. Bucky bent his knees to give Steve easier access.

"Steve," He bit out when the other man started moving move quickly. "God, just like that." Steve complied.

Eventually Bucky started moving along with Steve, grinding his hips back into his friend's. He felt close, but he didn't want to come yet. In a move that would have impressed any MMA fighter, Bucky locked his leg around Steve's and used the other to flip them so he was on top, Steve's sizeable cock still nestled inside him.

He ground his hips over his friend's. This time it was Steve whose head fell back against the pillows as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Bucky rolled his hips forward, trying to figure out which rhythms and movements worked and felt best.

It was very different being on top while someone fucked you rather than when you were the one doing the fucking. Bucky considered himself a quick study though. Steve hissed when Bucky circled his hips experimentally. Bucky continued the movement, occasionally alternating the path his hips followed.

"I'm close," Steve bit out. Bucky was grateful. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold on himself. The entire experience was too much. Steve's fingers found his dick again and began jerking him off in time to Bucky's thrusts. Bucky felt the pleasure build in him and knew his orgasm was close. Steve's dick was positioned right beneath his prostate and every gyration sent him closer to his peak.

"Steve," He gasped as he fell over the edge. His cock suddenly spurted white all over Steve and himself but he didn't stop, his hips quickening. The sight of him getting off spurred on Steve who started rutting into him roughly, his hands on either side of his hips. He continued thrusting until a moment later when his seed spilled into Bucky's tight entrance.

After he finished coming, Bucky collapsed on top of the other man, not giving a damn about his cum that was covering both of them.

"Holy hell," He whispered.

"Did we really just do that?" Steve whispered back. Bucky nodded, still too overwhelmed to say much. Steve pulled him back gently by his hair so he was staring up at him. "How was it?" He asked gently, stroking the other man's cheek.

"Was my coming all over your chest too subtle for you?" Bucky joked. It was then he saw the nervousness in his friend's eyes. "It was amazing Steve. You were amazing."

"I didn't hurt you, did I? I got kind of carried away in the end."

"I liked it," Bucky admitted. "It's not very often I get to see Captain America lose control." Steve smirked.

"Well, you make me do it all the time. Better get used to it." Bucky smiled.

"I'm counting on it, Cap." Bucky laid in the arms of the man he had loved for over 70 years. Time and time again he and Steve had been separated, but like Natasha said, they always found their way back to one another.

Now, it seemed he was finally on his way to truly being free of the Winter Soldier. He hadn't had a nightmare since the procedure and as he lay on Steve's chest, his heart still racing and feeling better than he had in years, Bucky knew his sleep that night would be dreamless as well.

Maybe, that wouldn't always be the case. After all, like Steve said progress wasn't a straight line. But he knew the man would be by his side for every second of his journey to becoming Bucky Barnes once again.

"What're you thinking Buck?" Steve asked, stroking his face tenderly. Bucky smiled and kissed his lover's palm.

"How lucky I am." Steve grinned sheepishly.

"Yeah? I think I'm the lucky one." Bucky wasn't sure he agreed, but let his friend kiss him regardless. He was just happy he and Steve were finally getting their chance at happiness. After the pair ended their kiss, Bucky stared down at his lover.

A thought occurred to Bucky and a coy smirk grew on his face. "What's the smirk for?" Steve questioned, seeing his expression.

"Do you really want to know?" Steve's brows furrowed. He nodded.

Bucky smirked and crawled so he was straddling Steve's hips. He cupped the man behind the neck possessively, before leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"I was just thinking that next time you'll be the one getting fucked." He rotated his hips which sent their sensitive members rubbing against one anothers'. Steve groaned in pleasure.

"Is that a threat or a promise Buck?" Bucky grinned.

"Both."

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you liked the story. If you had any thoughts, scenes you liked or want to leave any constructive criticism please PLEASE leave a review. I read every single one and it makes me so happy to know people have actually read and liked the story! I have another BuckyXSteve fic in the works so be on the lookout in the next few weeks for it. Thanks for reading!