A/N: Whoooaaa I am so sorry for yet another (really) late update! That's what happens when I decided to enter 3 Big Bang challenges... But hey, we are now over halfway through the story! Thank you all so much for the amazing response to this fic I've got a feeling a lot of you will like this chapter... Warning: It's very NSFW

5: The Declaration

It was a cloudy, wet morning that Christmas Eve, so everyone spent their time just idling about the house. Winifred was in the sitting room with the fire going, Buble on in the background while she read an old novel. George was watching some reruns of an old show while Rebecca, Bucky, and Steve were building a gingerbread house at the dining table. Steve, being the artist he was, took it upon himself to decorate all the pieces. He wouldn't let Rebecca or Bucky help with it, insisting that he could manage, which was really his polite way of saying they had no artistic ability whatsoever and would fuck it up. So the two siblings helped put the pieces together instead.

"You two seem different this morning," Rebecca noted casually, focusing on keeping two of the walls together.

Steve and Bucky's gazes immediately snapped to each other, wondering what she was talking about. It wasn't like she knew exactly what had changed between them yesterday. Or knew what they'd done that night.

They'd woken up twisted around one another like usual, but that time they were naked. Neither had had morning wood, to Bucky's dismay, but Steve had been keen on fixing that problem when he'd drawn Bucky in for a searing kiss. And then George had knocked on their door, letting them know that they'd slept in and breakfast was ready.

"Different how?" Steve finally asked, when it seemed Bucky wouldn't.

Rebecca looked up at them, fighting back a smirk. "It looked like you were both having trouble keeping your hands off each other, for a start."

"Breakfast got in the way of some plans," Bucky shrugged, grinning at Steve's blush.

"Ew, please spare the details."

"Don't worry, if Bucky tries to tell you about our sex life," Steve started, mock-glaring at Bucky, "then he'll definitely regret it later."

"What, you gonna blue ball me?"

"Let's hope you don't find out."

"Oh, my God," Rebecca cringed. She waved her hands around frantically. "Please stop. That's enough details as is."

"Sorry," they both apologized, though they didn't hide their amusement at her obvious discomfort.

But their little chat made Bucky think about that morning... and the night before. Now all he could think about was how good Steve's body had felt on his. His lips, his hands, his cock. Okay, Bucky needed to stop those thoughts before he got a boner in front of his sister. That'd be gross and embarrassing. But then he looked over to Steve, just a glance, and saw that he too seemed to be struggling. They locked eyes, and some sort of understanding passed between them.

They had to get each other alone as fast as possible.

"We're almost done," Rebecca announced not a moment too soon.

She was right, but the last five minutes they spent putting the gingerbread house together felt like an eternity to Steve and Bucky. For once, they had to hold back from touching each other, knowing it would be too hard not to give in once they did. At least they were able to get each other alone in no time at all.

The second their bedroom door was closed, Bucky pushed Steve up against the wall next to it, removing both of their shirts before kissing him roughly, unbridled lust flowing between them. He pressed their chests together, needing to feel the skin-to-skin contact, needing to feel as close to Steve as possible. Their hips rocked together absently as they kissed, both growing hard with each passing moment, but it wasn't enough for Bucky. He needed more.

Bucky slid his hands down to Steve's jeans, slowly popping the button and dragging down the zip. Steve's breath hitched, but he only kissed Bucky harder, urging him on. So Bucky pulled both Steve's jeans and boxer briefs down at once, bunching them mid-thigh, then took hold of Steve's cock, stroking it slowly.

"What do you want?" Bucky asked, voice breathy as he broke the kiss.

Steve looked dazed, focusing on Bucky with lust-glazed eyes. "You, Buck. I want you."

When Bucky smiled, Steve thought it was so pure and beautiful and it utterly consumed him. And when Bucky started kissing down his chest, slowly heading towards his cock, he couldn't believe it was actually happening. The night before felt like a dream to him, something too good to be real. But this? This was real and it was happening right now. He stared down at Bucky, watched as he nipped at the skin over each hipbone, soothing the bites with his tongue. Then he bypassed Steve's crotch completely, planting soft kisses on his thighs, sliding his pants and underwear a little further down his legs. Steve found himself having trouble paying attention to anything but how close Bucky's face was to his erection.

Then Bucky, still holding his cock, licked up the shaft with the flat of his tongue, then sucked the tip into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the head. Steve moaned, head hitting the wall as he closed his eyes and savored the feeling. But when Bucky began bobbing his head, swallowing Steve's cock almost to the root, he couldn't help but look down. Bucky was already looking up at him, the most sinfully gorgeous thing Steve had ever seen. The way Bucky's mouth stretched around his cock was almost overwhelming.

He'd had his dick sucked plenty of times before, by men and women alike, but none of them compared to Bucky.

Bucky seemed to know this, must've seen it in Steve's eyes, because he suddenly wanted to do nothing more than please him in any way that he could. He relaxed his throat and pushed his mouth further along, until his nose and lips were flush with Steve's torso. He swallowed around his length a few times, pulling a moan from Steve's throat, and when Bucky moaned back, he almost came just from that. He resumed his movements, letting Steve thrust a little as he bobbed his head.

"Bucky, Buck, I'm gonna come," Steve warned, gasping as Bucky swallowed him to the root again, humming around his cock.

He seemed spurred on, knowing how close Steve was, sliding back to focus on the head, circling his tongue around it. Steve came shortly after that, muffling a low moan with his hand as Bucky lapped the semen up. He used his hand to stroke Steve through it, licking away any come that he'd missed.

Steve was buzzing with pleasure, yanking Bucky up to meet his lips, not caring that his mouth had just been on his cock, or that he could still taste himself. Bucky kissed him back just as enthusiastically, and maybe desperately, reminding Steve that he had yet to be touched. He pulled back with a sly grin and fell to his knees, meeting Bucky's eyes as he took his time taking his pants off.

Bucky was more than ready for him to return the favor.

After briefly heading downstairs for lunch, Steve and Bucky escaped back to their room where they were simply relaxing in bed, content to cuddle each other close. It was still raining outside, the sound of it pattering against the window leaving them feeling cozy and warm in each other's arms.

Bucky turned to face Steve, pressing soft kisses into his jaw. Steve hummed happily, turning his head slightly to catch Bucky's lips.

"What are we?" He asked once they parted, running his thumb along Bucky's cheek.

He leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. "What do you mean?"

"What are we, with everything we're doing?" Steve laughed, low chuckles vibrating in his chest. "I mean, are we dating for real, or what?"

Bucky thought it through for a moment, tongue darting out to wet his lips. "I think we get to skip that step."

"So we're together, then? You're my real boyfriend? No more faking."

"Yeah," Bucky smiled wide, his eyes crinkling in the corners. "No more faking for anyone."

"Mm, I like that." Steve grinned, leaning down to kiss Bucky again, sliding his hand down his chest.

He kissed him hard and fast, like he'd die if he didn't, and quickly slid his hand up Bucky's shirt to grope at his chest. Steve loved the feel of Bucky's skin, smooth and tight over hard muscles. They were both fit, working out most days of the week, and it made Steve wonder if Bucky liked his body as well. He thought of the guys he knew Bucky went for, the main things they had in common being blonde haired and a toned body. It had never occurred to Steve that he was Bucky's type.

And, well, Bucky was definitely his. It didn't matter if they were a man or woman, as long as they had dark hair and were confident without arrogance, he was gonna be into them. Honestly, he didn't know why they'd never even considered dating before then. They were actually perfect for each other.

With that thought in mind, Steve slid his hand down to Bucky's jeans, wanting nothing more than to make him feel good again.

"Mistletoe!" Winifred almost shrieked, pointing over Steve and Bucky's heads as they entered the sitting room.

There, stuck to the wall above the doorway, was a sprig of mistletoe. Bucky rolled his eyes, but gave Steve a happy kiss. The sound of a photo being taken was what made them pull away, and they saw Winifred grinning almost manically.

"This is definitely going on facebook!" She grinned triumphantly, leaning over to show her husband the picture. "Isn't this the most adorable picture, George?"

"It is," George agreed, sending a wink to Steve and Bucky.

They found a seat on the floor by the fireplace, Steve pulling Bucky to sit between his legs, back to his chest. Bucky snuggled down, getting comfortable. Someone had changed the Buble Christmas album to the Mariah Carey one, but it was turned down low to be background music.

They chatted with Winifred, George, and Rebecca for a while, Winifred leaving at one point to get dinner out of the oven. During that time, Steve and Bucky migrated towards the couch, still in each other's arms, but now side by side. Bucky kept catching the blonde staring at him strangely, something fond in his expression but something else he couldn't put his finger on. He was determined to find out what it was, but he'd have to get him alone first.

After dinner, Rebecca insisted they watch Krampus, even though she hated horror movies. It had some actor that she liked from Parks and Recreation in it, and insisted she'd be fine because it was a comedy horror. They ended up really enjoying it, though both Steve and Rebecca kept flinching at certain scenes. Bucky tried to be nice and not laugh at them, instead enjoying the fact that Steve got extra cuddly when he was on edge.

When the movie was over, Bucky basically dragged Steve to their room, plopping him down on the bed and crawling over him. He didn't kiss him, no, just stared into his eyes, looking for that expression he'd noticed earlier. The fondness was still there, but the other emotion was clouded by Steve's confusion.

Bucky pouted. "When I kept catching you looking at me, what were you thinking?"

"Why do you ask?" Steve evaded the question with one of his own, a slow smile spreading across his face. The little shit.

"You know why."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. When he met Bucky's eyes again, they were warm, that other emotion he couldn't identify back again. "I think I'm in love with you, Buck."

Love. What Bucky was seeing was love. And it hit him, then, that he might be in love with Steve too. Shit. How had he never realized that before?

"Might be?" He teased, wanting to see the red bloom across Steve's cheeks.

He wasn't disappointed. "Okay, I'm certainly, definitely, undeniably in love with you. Don't make me regret it."

"I promise I won't." Bucky couldn't stop from grinning ecstatically. "So what made you realize this?"

"I think I've always been in love with you, I just didn't know it." Steve admitted, wearing a grin to match Bucky's.

"God, me too," Bucky sighed happily, resting his forehead against Steve's.

Steve paused, eyes widening a fraction. "You love me too?"

"Yeah." Bucky nodded, nose bumping his. "I do."

"Say it."

"I love you, Steve. I love you so fucking much, and I think I have since the moment I met you."

The unadulterated joy in Steve's face was almost too much for Bucky to bear. "Shit, we're idiots, aren't we?"

"We are," Bucky laughed, dipping down to kiss him. "But hey, at least we figured it out in the end."

"It only took us, what? 7 years?"

"About that." Bucky shrugged one shoulder, kissing Steve again. They were sweet little kisses that conveyed all the love he felt. Love. He hadn't thought he'd been in love with Steve until then, but it was exactly the right way to describe how he felt. As Steve deepened the kisses, running his hands down Bucky's sides, he had an idea. "Wait here."

Before Steve could complain, Bucky hopped off the bed and darted out of the room. Steve was just about to ignore his request and go follow him, when Bucky returned, holding something behind his back. He hopped back on the bed, kneeling beside Steve's body.

"What's that?" Steve asked, inclining his head to Bucky's hidden hand.

Bucky just smirked, then raised his hand, which was holding the mistletoe from the sitting room, over his head. "I believe you have to kiss me."

"Not like we weren't just doing that," Steve rolled his eyes, but sat up and pulled him in for a deep kiss anyway.

When Bucky broke away, his cheeky smirk was back in full force, a playful glint in his eyes. Without a word, he brought the mistletoe down to rest just above his hips.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Classy."

"Come on, Stevie, you have to kiss me under the mistletoe."

So Steve did. He leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss to the front of Bucky's jeans, nose brushing against the leaves. "There you go."

"You're such a tease." Bucky shook his head, grinning as he tossed the mistletoe aside.

Steve pulled him in for a hug. "Come here, you jerk." He rolled them over so he was hovering over Bucky, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.

"Punk."

Bucky wasted no time with getting his and Steve's clothes off, kissing him anywhere his lips could reach. Then Steve took charge, taking Bucky into his mouth, sucking his cock like it was his job. After a minute or so of bobbing up and down with Bucky's hand wrapped in his hair, he pulled off with an obscene noise.

"What do you want, Buck?" He asked, the same thing Bucky had asked him earlier in the day, licking along his shaft.

"I want-" Bucky broke off with a moan when Steve sucked back down, all the way to the root. "I want you to make love to me, Stevie."

Steve pulled off again. "You want me inside you?"

"Yeah," Bucky nodded.

Without any warning, Steve flipped Bucky over, lifting his ass in the air and palming at the cheeks. "This okay?"

Bucky let out a choked-off laugh. "God, Steve, this is better than okay."

"Good." Steve pressed a kiss to his tailbone, then continued kissing down, until his lips were at Bucky's hole, using his tongue and fingers to prepare him. "I've gotta get a condom and the lube."

"You brought that shit with you?" Bucky questioned, trying to tease but just sounding a little winded.

Steve shrugged, rummaging through his bag. "I like to be prepared for anything."

"Same." Bucky writhed around on the bed when Steve left, missing his touch. "I take condoms literally everywhere."

"That'll come in handy," Steve said, climbing back onto the bed. "Hey, turn around. I wanna be able to see your face."

Bucky turned so he was on his back, watching as Steve slipped the condom on, squeezed some lube onto his fingers, and stroked it onto himself. He got into position, the head of his cock pressing lightly against his hole, circling around it. Bucky forced himself not to move his hips, instead distracting himself by pulling Steve down so he could slot their lips together.

He pulled back, staring in awe at Steve's eyes, pupils blown wide with love and lust. "I'm ready."

Steve nodded, looking right back at Bucky, mesmerized by the tiny ring of blue around his own blown pupils. He guided himself in slowly, taking his time, not wanting to hurt Bucky. He knew of his friend's - correction, boyfriend's - preference for being the bottom, and knew he liked it rough from the stories he'd been told, but all the same, Steve didn't want to rush this. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to learn Bucky's body, and for Bucky to learn his, for them to savor every moment.

Bucky moaned long and low when Steve bottomed out, making him bite his lip to hold in his own groan. Bucky was so tight around him, and so perfect, nose crinkling as they stared at each other. Steve pulled out a little, pushing back in slowly. He began a rhythm of shallow thrusts, one hand stroking Bucky's cock while the other held his face. They kissed slowly, indulging in each other's taste, the feel of their lips sliding together in synchronized harmony. Steve didn't speed up, but he pulled out more on every thrust, driving in deep, rolling his hips whenever he was fully seated inside.

"I love you so much," Bucky whispered against his lips, breathy little whimpers following his words.

Claiming his lips again, Steve shifted, lifting Bucky's hips higher so that he came into contact with his prostate on every thrust. "I love you, too."

He watched Bucky start to fall apart beneath him, gasping and whispering Steve's name like it was a prayer.

"I'm gonna come," Bucky warned, biting into Steve's shoulder to muffle a groan, head falling back a moment later. "Shit, Steve, I'm gonna come soon."

"Then let go. Come for me, Buck." Steve captured his lips again, stroking Bucky's cock faster now, twisting his wrist at the top and sliding his thumb along the slit.

Bucky came hard, moaning long and low as the orgasm rolled through him, Steve stroking him through it. The way he tensed and spasmed around Steve's cock brought him over the edge as well, and with one last deep thrust, he also found his release.

Still seated inside, Steve collapsed on top of Bucky, wrapping his arms around him and nuzzling into his neck.

"That was amazing," Bucky murmured, lips close to Steve's ear.

Steve lifted his head, kissing Bucky again before dropping back down. "You are amazing."

"And you're a sap." Bucky laughed. "Punk."

"Jerk."

"I love you."

"I love you more."

A/N: Well, that was fast... but also about damn time! They are now fully aware that they're Idiots in Love™