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The phone call came out of nowhere. After all, the last time you saw Bucky face to face, you were twelve years old, and your family was moving from Brooklyn to sunny California.
Best friends that you were, it took time to drift from writing each other every day, and a call once a week, to random calls and special occasions. After all, life happens, and friends drift apart.
Sure, he’d sent a Facebook request a few years back. You’d chatted on messenger a few times, and he’d like your status every once in a while. It wasn’t the same. Bucky couldn’t type or text to save his life. The punk couldn’t be bothered to even post a profile photo.
The conversations were always friendly, but never as often as either of you would like. You could go months without touching base, but that didn’t mean you had grown apart. Your relationship just…evolved.
And then he called you out of the blue. It had been so long since you’d spoken that Bucky’s voice wasn’t familiar anymore. His voice was deep and whiskey smooth. So different from the high pitched, cracking voice he’d had the last time you saw him.
When he laughed, you pictured his dimples, the little scrunch of his eyes and nose as he would giggle. Now, his deep laugh had a timbre that made you swallow hard and bite your lip.
Oh my.
But, like always, the two of you fell into an easy rhythm and talked for hours. He caught you up on Rebecca and her litter of children. You told him about your dad’s midlife crisis and subsequent move to Hawaii with your mom in tow. Friends, work, memories from back in the day, embarrassing stories, nothing was off limits.
At last he told you one of the reasons for his call. He was finally leaving Brooklyn. After years of couch surfing, house sitting, and random quasi-legal sublets, he gave up on trying to afford a place of his own in the neighborhood. Your little town was thriving, and that had been enough to make his decision.
He had taken a transfer at work, and was moving to your town. If you didn’t mind, he wanted to stay with you while he looked for an apartment. So long as it wouldn’t be an inconvenience.
You missed him. So very much. You missed how you two could talk for hours about nothing, or just sit in complete silence without it feeling awkward. Bucky always had a grounding effect on you, balancing you. If a simple phone call could lift your spirits that much, having him visit was going to be a blast.
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GIf Originally posted by captaincentenarianHis arrival validated that you didn’t know what you were signing up for. Not in the least.Bucky arrived looking like a beach bum in a ratty old hoodie, jeans, flip flops and a dark leather jacket. An incredibly sexy, well built beach bum. The round baby face of your childhood friend had given way to a strong, defined jaw covered in day old stubble. His hair stuck up in all directions, as it always had, though he must have been tugging at it while he drove. When he’d had hair like that as a kid, Winnie, his mom, used to chase him around with a hair brush, ordering him to sit still so she could make him ‘presentable.’ It also doubled as a paddle when he started to act up. Which was often.Yeah, he was still the boy you knew, but with upgrades. So many of them. Bucky 2.0 had broad, muscular shoulders, a defined chest and bulging biceps, and thighs were so thick that his jeans stretched across them.The large, well loved duffel bag he’d been toting dropped to the floor. You were greeted with a dimpled smile and open arms.“Hey! It’s been too long!” He crushed you with a bear hug, picking you up and spinning you around. He lingered, squeezing you a little longer and closer than what would be appropriate for anyone else.He smelled amazing. Like sea salt and leather.“Hey Buck,” you greeted, having to tilt your head up to look him in the eyes. The last time you saw him you two were the same height, and Bucky could blow away in a strong wind.He towered over you with his hands on your shoulders, hovering close, causing a shiver to race down your spine. Bright blue eyes darted over you, taking you in. “You look fantastic. Those braces eventually did their job. Too bad they couldn’t fix the rest of your face!”You shoved him away, mouth open in mock shock.“Nice manners, bub. You greet all your friends like that?” He clutched his chest in mock innocence. “Me? You know full well my dear sweet mother would never suffer such behavior.” He nodded, gave you a cheeky smile, and slung his arm around your shoulder.“Unfortunately for you, she’s not here to protect you, I know you’ll never rat me out.” He pinched the weak spot under your arm, causing you to stumble a step forward. You elbowed him in the ribs, knocking his arm away, and stalked from the entryway to the living room. “How was the drive?” you asked, unable to stop from glowering up at him while you rubbed your underarm.He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. “I really should have shipped my car out here, and caught a flight. The drive was was long and boring. I didn’t even get to have any kicks on Route 66,” he said with an exaggerated sigh.Your head tilted in thought. “Wait, what? I thought you were takin’ I-80?”He shot you a cocky grin. “Why do you always want to ruin my stories? Huh?” he asked, poking you in the side. You rolled your eyes and gave him a little shove. “Stop making shit up and I’ll stop callin’ yah out on it, dumbass.”He plunked down onto the sofa and stretched his legs out, making himself at home. Ignoring your comment, he continued. “Did you know tumbleweeds are a real thing? I saw more than a few on the way here. One was bigger than I am tall. Swear to God!” he exclaimed, raising one hand over his head.You tilted your head back and laughed, sitting on the armrest of the couch. Clearly he’d decided to take the scenic route. “Well why don’t you take off your jacket and stay a while, then?”You gave him a quick tour of your tiny apartment, pointing out the kitchen, bathroom and bedroom, before circling back to the couch he’d be sleeping on. “Wait…I’m sleeping on the couch? With that big fluffy looking bed in there being nearly empty? That doesn’t seem fair.”
You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips. “Well, maybe if you’d given me more than a few days notice I could have gotten a futon or something for you. You’ll just need to chalk this up to a learning experience, and suffer on the couch.” You walked back to said couch, sitting down and making yourself comfortable. “This princess needs her Beautyrest,” you teased, pressing your hand over your heart.He sat on the couch next to you, crossing one ankle over his knee as he turned to you. “You know, we could always…share….the bed,” he teased, poking your side.You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh hell no. Not after last time.” You shuddered at the memory from your childhood. You two had ended up crashing together after a Met’s game. It had not been a pleasant experience. He had the good graces to blush red at the reference to the night in question.And so it went. The two of you fell into your old rapport of jokes and teasing. A pizza was ordered. Two old friends drank beer and chatted about everything and nothing until the early hours in the morning.
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The smell of bacon crept under the door the next morning, calling to you in your sleep. The muted sounds of clanging pots and pans drew you to the kitchen.Bucky, in nothing but his boxer briefs, was cooking scrambled eggs. He grinned at you over his shoulder, giving you a wink; the corner of his mouth quirking up in a smirk, and went back to cooking. The tiny boxers hid nothing. They were so tight you could watch the flex of all his muscles as he moved.You had to shake your head to clear all sexual thoughts of him.
This is Buck. He ate the worms from his mud pies when you were kids.
This is the kid that got three pencils stuck up one nostril on a dare in 2nd grade.
He drank jalapeno juice from a can in middle school for a five dollar bet.
This is the Bucky who wet the bed at age 10 after too many sodas at that Mets game.
Dear god this is the same guy who, when you two camped as kids, would wake you up with the worlds nastiest, eye watering farts.
Yep. There it is. The off switch. Bucky’s farts could kill anything in a five block radius and apparently that included your libido.You walked over to the fridge, grabbed the milk, and began your morning ritual. Step one, remove a mug, no, two mugs, from the cupboard. Step two, brew coffee. Step three, milk and sugar till you can barely taste said coffee.“How do you take your coffee, Buck?” you murmured, popping a pod into the machine to start a cup, turning to look at him over your shoulder.He chuckled and crowed, “Black as my soul, doll.” He laughed again, flipping the omelette he was making.He was always so happy in the morning. When you’d camp as kids, he’d be the first one up, shaking you awake so you could see some frog he found, or a bird, or whatever really cool rock he saw that he’d wanted to share.You had always been one to love your sleep, especially when you hit your early tweens. He’d run into your house, wave to your mom, and be the one to drag you out of bed on the weekends. Not always on the first try, but with with years of experience, he became a master at evading your wild punches of protest. He was always so agile, able to tickle and dodge your sluggish defenses until you agreed to get out of bed.Bucky was nothing if not persistent.He was also the only one who could get away with it. His sunny disposition was contagious, and you could never find yourself truly angry with him. That didn’t mean you wouldn’t tease him, though.“So you want it half cream, twelve sugars and a dash of cinnamon?” You teased, punctuating your question with a shit eating grin, then starting the second pod in the machine.His mouth fell open in shock, pointing at you with the spatula. “Hey, missy. It’s been a while, you don’t know me that well anymore.” He flipped the omelette onto a plate like a chef, and bent to pull the bacon out of the oven, his perfect ass on display, the spandex in his Calvin’s earning its keep. “I could be dark. I could be broody, damnit!”
Mets game…Eye watering farts…must not look…
He rested the bacon tray on the stove and turned to face you, a hand on each hip.
He’s framing it now. How am I supposed to NOT look?
You turned back to the mugs, prepping one cup the way you loved it.It was going to be a long day.
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“Jamie, you couldn’t be emo if you tried,” you teased, turned to pat him on the cheek and giggled. “So let me ask you again, how do you want your coffee?”His nose crinkled at the dreaded nickname of his early childhood. You knew how much he hated being called Jamie, but the teasing and banter you had as children kept coming back to both of you.It was as if no time had passed.Well, except for the fact that your knob kneed best friend from childhood was now built like a gigantic Calvin Klein underwear model.Bucky after too much Chili…must resist…He sighed and started plating up the food he’d cooked. “Make you an awesome breakfast and all I get is shit and abuse.” He shook his head in mock self pity, tilting his nose up. “I can see when I’m not wanted,” he joked, his voice going up in pitch, doing a well-practiced impression of his sister, Becca.You stood at the counter, drumming your fingers, waiting for his response. “I’ll just have to pack my things and go home,” he called over his shoulder, flipping his imaginary long hair as he strutted across the kitchen to the table, an exaggerated sway to his hips. The two of you used to mock/mimic Rebecca about this constantly.Some things never change.He giggled as he set down the plates, eventually answering you about the coffee. “Same as you is fine.”You cackled at his antics, falling forward and bracing your hands on your knees as you laughed, not paying attention to the precarious situation with your loose tank top and sleep shorts. When you looked up you saw Bucky suddenly plunk into his chair, full eyebrows hitting his hairline.You finished making coffee in silence, putting away the milk before grabbing the mugs and heading to the table. Breakfast was quiet as you two tucked in, inhaling the rich feast without speaking. Bucky, having finished first, leaned back and patted his flat belly. “Damn, I cook a good breakfast.” He grinned, eyes glinting as he stared at the remnants of breakfast on your plate, lingering on the perfectly crisp bacon.You nodded as you snatched your last piece, stuffing it into your mouth before he could steal it. “You turned into a fantastic cook. That’s it, you’re on kitchen duty for the rest of your stay!” You sighed happily and started to stand, clearing the dirty dishes from the table.“That’s fine. I guess I’ve gotta earn my keep somehow,” he chuckled, in his deep throaty tenor.“So what’dya wanna do today?” you asked, bending over while you loaded the dishwasher. He didn’t respond.You looked over your shoulder to see Bucky staring wide eyed at you. “What, do I have spinach in my teeth or something?” You stood upright, walking back to him. His knee hit the table in a fast attempt to cross his legs, ending with a groan.You put your hand on his bare shoulder. “Buck, you look flushed, are you feeling okay?”“Yeah, um, why don’t we get our day started? I have some apartments to look at, and thought you could help me vet them?” He looked up at you with crystal blue puppy dog eyes. It was impossible to say no. “You know how delicate I am. If I end up in a bad neighborhood, my Mom will have your hide.”
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Bucky insisted on driving his car so he could learn your city. Google maps provided you with the directions to each apartment. However, each one was worse than the last.The first apartment was advertised as a studio overlooking the beach. They didn’t mention you’d have to stand on the kitchen counter and squint around a corner and between two buildings to see it. You turned to Bucky, whose face was lined with worry. “Does this place come with binoculars?”He giggled, his nose scrunching up adorably. “Nope, and that closet isn’t big enough to hide a body.”“That’s not a closet, Buck. That’s your kitchen.”The second apartment smelled like cat pee, and the paint was flaking off the walls. He stepped in, gagged, turned around and walked back out again.“Yep, that’s not going to work at all.”You didn’t go to the third apartment. One look at the address was enough to tell you that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, you took him to lunch at your favorite diner, knowing full well he was going to fall in love with their cheeseburgers.He groaned around a biteful of burger, giving you a look that was just shy of panty dropping before swallowing. “This burger is better than sex. Why have you been HIDING this from me?” he accused, giving the burger a look of abject adoration. “So selfish,” he whispered to his lunch, taking a sip of his Coke.“Selfish? You’re the one that couldn’t be bothered to come visit me. Leaving me out here on my own, no family to speak of. I’m a delicate flower, and I’ve had to learn to protect myself.”He snorted, swirling a fry in ketchup while looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “If I recall, you were the one who threw Robbie Walsh over your shoulder when he tried to grope you.”You laughed, remembering Robbie’s face when he got laid out on the playground. “He shouldn’t have tried to take my virtue. Besides, you didn’t step up to protect me.”“Trust me, sweetheart,” he motioned to you, using his fry as a pointer. “You had it handled.”After lunch you headed to the fourth apartment. It was oddly utilitarian, the kitchen done entirely in stainless steel, and appeared to be soundproofed. Bucky walked into the kitchen. “So this must be where Dexter hung the plastic, makes for quick and easy disposal,” he teased.“BUCK!” you whisper-yelled. “The landlord is in the next room. He’ll think you’re serious. You can’t SAY stuff like that.”You were right. The two of you were quickly and quietly asked to leave.The last apartment seemed perfect. Beautiful brickwork, with hardwood floors throughout. Lofted ceilings with exposed beams. It was a split level, with an open floor plan and generous kitchen.Mike, the landlord, was giving you the tour. It felt like an abridged tour, as he seemed to be in a bit of a hurry. Not that it mattered. You decided if Bucky didn’t take the apartment, you might take it yourself.The bedroom was large, with a reading bench built into a nook. The exposed beams carried into the bright master. Looking up at the ceiling, it almost seemed like it had been laid out for a specific purpose.And you couldn’t help yourself, it was time to have some fun.“Hey Bucky! Check out this beam placement! You can finally have that sex swing you were talking about at lunch.”His head whipped over to look at you, face ripe with mortification, as the landlord was standing beside him at the time. “No, no I said no such thing! What are you talking about?” he rambled, his ears turning red as a coke bottle.Before Mike had the opportunity to excuse himself, it started.The drums. Loud banging, crashing, and pounding coming from the apartment next door. The beat so loud and heavy, it was as if you were front row centre at a rock concert. Mike glared at his watch, and muttered “right on time.”“Well, at least the drums will mask the loud moans and rattling chains,” you deadpanned.Bucky shook his head, tapping his lips with his index finger, and turned to the landlord. “Do you know how much weight those beams are rated for?”“Seriously?” Mike asked eagerly, hoping that perhaps he’d finally gotten a sucker to take the place.“No, but thanks for your time, Man. Let me know if Ringo next door ever moves out,” he joked, shaking his hand.It was then that you two decided some additional research would need to be done before Bucky picked a place to live.
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You both had your legs propped up on the coffee table. Life didn’t get much better than movie night. The plan was to drink beer, and alternate between guilty pleasure movies from your childhood, each of you in your pajamas, as was tradition.
Some traditions just get better with age.
“We gotta start with my favorite. I am the honored guest after all,” he touted, standing to peruse your movie library. His space shuttle pajama pants cracked you up, but you didn’t comment. As funny as they might be, they were also stretched out nicely over his firm backside.
Mets game…Bucky after Kung Pao Chicken…
In minutes he had two piles of movies stacked in front of your entertainment system. It may have been a long time ago, but he remembered every one of your favorite movies. Including the ones you would never admit to being treasured films. At least not to him, anyway.He didn’t comment that although some were movies you were not a fan of, you had managed to add all of his favorites to your own collection. He insisted that the proceedings start with the Karate Kid. His go-to movie when you two were young.“Why could they not have a water park like that near us? That looks so fucking fun!” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s in Arizona, actually. We went there on the move out to California,” you mentioned, teasing him. “It was so fun. Too bad you didn’t stow away in my suitcase like you planned.”He shook his head, blushing. “You’re never gonna let me live it down, are ya?”“Why in the world would I ever want to do that? It’s too much fun. Besides, I think it was sweet.” you teased, patting his cheek. He grunted in response, and muttered “I hate you,” just loud enough so you could hear it.The next movie in was Sixteen Candles. It was always a challenge watching it with Bucky, he lived to torture you for your lifelong crush on Jake. “Seriously - did you just fuckin’ sigh over there? Oh my god, kid, you’ve got a condition!” he joked, tickling you lightly on the side. You shushed him and flicked him on his ear.“So violent! What would your mother say?” He mocked with false bravado.You paused the movie, annoyed, and turned to him. “Hit him hard, hit him fast and go for the soft parts.” You threatened with a quirk to your brow and evil glint in your eye, a smirk nearly twitching it’s way loose. His full lips pulled into a pout and he took the remote back. Shaking his head.“Your mom got mean,” he gestured to you with his beer in hand.Despite the teasing, a box of Kleenex was handed to you at the end of the movie. Jake and Sam’s kiss at the end always made you wistful. You smiled in thanks and leaned your head against his shoulder for a second. Bucky snaked his arm around your waist, and tilted his head, resting it on top of your own as you sniffled. He gave you time to recover, stroking his fingers through your hair, before he got up to start Goonies, a mutual favorite.Soon after, Bucky stood and danced the truffle shuffle with Chunk, his NASA t-shirt up around his armpits. You both laughed until you cried.Yet another beer loosened your tongue. “Why are guys always so focused on their One-Eyed Willies?”Bucky smirked and patted his fleece-clad thigh, close to his knee. “I’ve got your One-Eyed Willie right he-ah,” he drawled, his Brooklyn accent gaining prominence in his tipsy state. “You wish,” you snorted, shaking your head.A wayward throw pillow slapped you in the face, dropping to the floor at your feet. You smiled, but chose to ignore it.
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Goonies was followed by Labrinth, your guilty pleasure from when you were a little girl.“I don’t know if I’ll ev-ah get your fascination with captain tight pants they-ah. What’s the appeal?”You paused the movie, turning to face Bucky. “It’s not about David Bowie in tight pants. He never did it for me,” you blurted out, surprising yourself. Beer always destroyed your verbal filter.“Girls find the story appealing because every girl gets to a point where they want to run away, escape their life. Be the star of their own story and not just a supporting character or glorified servant.”Bucky’s eyes went wide, and he took your hand while you worked yourself into a rant, the other hand gesturing out of control with your mostly empty beer bottle as you spoke. “It’s not uncommon to feel like you’re forgotten or ignored. Why do you think Sixteen Candles resonated so well with us girls? We all feel like outcasts.” Breathing out your nose, you took another sip of beer and continued, shaking your head. “Labyrinth has such a huge following of all ages, and it’s not only because of its brilliant puppetry and Jim Henson’s magic. It’s the music. The theme! Shit, you can go online and find fan theories that are freaking essay length about there being multiple Sarah’s over the years. Yes, we’re passionate as fuck about our chick flicks.”“The bottom line, Buck? We all want to be beautiful, unique heroines who save the day. Some of us want to be the ones to storm the castle, instead of having some knight in shining armor do it for us. It’s called feminism.” You took a deep breath and paused to drain the last of your beer. “Google that shit,” you finished, poking him firmly in the chest between each word.Bucky gaped at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. “I just wondered why anyone would find David Bowie in paper thin pants attractive, but consider me appropriately educated,” he chuckled softly, shaking his head. He turned back to the TV, squeezed your hand, and didn’t let go.During the credits, he let out a chuckle.“What?” you asked, genuinely curious as to what sparked his laugh.“Ya think Sarah got a t-shirt in the end? Something like ‘I solved Jareth’s Labyrinth and all I got was this stupid baby,’ or some shit?” He turned to face you, his eyes twinkling with mischief. A barking laugh escaped your lips. Regressing to your childhood antics, you reached out and pinched his side with your free hand, in his most ticklish spot. You stood, letting go of his hand, intending to grab some more beer from the kitchen. Unfortunately, you’d underestimated Bucky’s penchant for retaliation.Bucky tackled you from behind, knocking you both to the floor. You struggled with him, competitive instincts from long ago telling you to get him off of you in order to win. The two of you battled for control using every dirty trick and weak spot you knew from the old days. His agility won out, and he caught your arms, one at a time. In short order you were pinned to the floor, with him panting on top of you.He held you by the wrists, meeting your gaze with pleading eyes, and quoted, “‘I ask for so little. Just let me rule you’,” he leaned forward, pressing his chest to yours as he whispered in your ear. His lips were soft as a butterfly’s wings as they brushed against your earlobe, “‘and you can have everything that you want’.” His gravelly voice reached new depths, rumbling in your ear, making your thighs clench.His hard body slid against yours, as you continued to struggle, causing you to stammer out the response the same way that Sarah had in the movie. “‘K…king-dom as gggreat … damn! I can never remember that line…’”His feet curled at your ankles, pinning your legs flat in that frog-like fighting stance he’d always used against you. Yet, this felt markedly different. Strong thighs pressed against yours, causing your legs to spread further as you accommodated the weight of his body. Bucky’s mouth moved to the other side, stretching his firm chest across yours as his cocky voice murmured in your other ear.“‘Just fear me’,” his lips brushed your cheek as he moved his mouth to the column of your neck. “‘Love me’,” he gently caressed your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours, “‘do as I say…and I will be your slave!’” Bucky’s hands were shaking hard enough to ensure your hands were trembling, too. He shifted, pressing his forehead to yours, waiting for your response with a creased brow.
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Your heart took flight, ready to beat it’s way out of your chest. There was something…rather large and quite warm…pressed against your stomach, directing your nipples to tighten of their own accord. This intimate position emphasized how fucking hot your friend had gotten. The heat from your core was radiating, a flush dancing its way up your chest and on to your neck and earlobes.You filled your lungs as best you could and met his gaze. You gave his hands a gentle squeeze, and readied yourself to finish the last line. “‘You have…no power…over me’,” you finished with the faintest of whispers, the look in your eyes telling him in no uncertain terms the opposite was true.A deep chuckle escaped his throat and he moved even closer, brushing his nose along yours. “You sure about that?” he asked, searching your eyes for a definitive answer.His eyes flickered to your lips, giving you time to turn away. When you tilted your mouth a hair’s breadth closer to his, giving him the okay, he kissed you. Your mouths melded, lips slowly parting to dance. His soft tongue flicked against your upper lip as he pulled away, releasing your hands and leaning up on his elbows.You reached up and cupped his stubbled cheek, brushing your thumb against his cheekbone. You traced the path of the scar he’d gotten the time he’d tried street hockey with your neighbour, Steve. He’d needed twelve stitches, but had paraded around like it was a war wound.Eyes half lidded, he murmured your name, just loud enough to pull you from your thoughts. When you met his gaze, you could see his unease.“What’s wrong?” you asked, raising your free hand to trace his scalp. You danced your fingertips back and forth in a slow, winding pattern.“I’m scared. It’s you, and it’s me, and we’ve known each other so long,” he whispered,dropping his forehead back down to rest against yours. “I don’t want to make a mistake here,” he pleaded, drawing his thumb over your bottom lip. “I can’t lose you. Not as a friend, not as anything else.” He sighed, rolling slightly off of you, leaning against your side. “Fuck. I’ve just found you again. We’ve been drinking…I don’t wanna take advantage of you. And I sure as fuck don’t wanna hurt you.” His continued his roll, giving you the opportunity to lay against him.You slid one leg between his thick thighs, moving yourself partially on top of him. His breathing was getting erratic, he’d worked himself nearly to a panic attack. You nuzzled your face against his neck, rubbing one hand in soothing circles on his chest. He tucked you in against him, his arms wrapped around your middle. You stayed in his arms until his heartbeat slowed. He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, and gave you a tight squeeze. You looked up and whispered to him. “Buck, if it puts your mind at ease, we can just go to bed and cuddle. And in the morning, if you still want me, we’ll see where it goes.”He nodded, gave you a peck on the lips, and brushed your hair out of your face. “That sounds wonderful. Your couch is way too lumpy for human consumption.”You slapped his chest and rolled away. “Next time, give me more notice!”He pinched your ass as you were standing up. “Next time, little girl? You plannin’ on kickin me out?”You smirked over your shoulder as you sauntered to the bedroom. “A girl has to keep her options open.”
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Light was barely starting to filter through the curtains when you awoke the next morning. Wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and blankets, you didn’t want to get up. Burrowed under the covers, you tried to detect what had woken you up. A single finger traced its way from one hip to another, ever so slowly and gently, along the gap between your tank top and sleep shorts. Each time it reached as far as it could go on you, it would spiral on your skin, looping around, and then work it’s way back to the opposite side.“Too early, Buck. Please try again. In about four hours,” you mumbled, muted by your pillow.A pair of lips traced from the back of your neck to your shoulder. His nimble tongue darted out to taste the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Are you surrrrrre?” he purred into your ear. “Or would you rather I wear you out first, so you can sleep another five hours, instead of four.” Bucky coaxed you into rolling over, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You arched your back like a cat, stretching your feet flat out against the soft sheets. Blearily blinking the sleep from your eyes, you looked over at Bucky.His hair was the definition of chaos. It was sticking up in at least twelve directions. His stubble from yesterday had darkened into an almost-beard, and at some point in the night he had lost his NASA shirt.Nobody had ever looked so handsome.Unfortunately, your mouth tasted like pure hate that was past it’s expiry date. “Hold that thought,” you croaked, kissing his cheek. You covered your mouth afterwards, gesturing what you’d be up to. Something had to be done.He grinned at you, face full of sunshine and called after you. “I did that before I woke you up.” You flipped him the bird over your shoulder on the way to the bathroom.
Smart ass.
When you returned he was sitting up against the headboard, impressive upper body on display. You crawled on top of him, sitting on his thighs, back towards his knees.“Hey,” you whispered, leaning forward to give him a gentle peck on the lips. “Hey back,” he chuckled, booping you on the nose. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, looking into each others eyes, and smiling. He leaned forward and grabbed you, lifting you up and plunking you on top of his pajama clad lap, your chest pressed tightly to his. “You were too far away,” he breathed, now nose to nose with you. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I take it you haven’t changed your mind then?” you joked.“I wasn’t worried about changing MY mind.” His large, warm hands cupped your face and brought you in for a long, lingering kiss, his tongue flicking up against your top lip as he finally pulled away. “Was that okay?”“I think I’ll need a few more of those…just to be sure. You know…for science!”Bucky chuckled, giving you his sunshine smile, and slanted his mouth against yours. His tongue caressed yours as you carded your fingers through his hair.His arms wrapped tightly around you, his large right hand drifting down to firmly cup and massage your ass, causing your sleep shorts to ride up. “Fuccccck,” he moaned, his mouth working it’s way over to your ear. “You naughty little girl,” he teased, taking time to nip your earlobe, while he gave your ass a gentle spank. “No panties,” he croaked, groping you for emphasis. “Are ya tryin’ to kill me?”Your heart raced in your chest as you pulled away, looking into his lust blown eyes. You ground down against him, feeling the base of him hot and hard between your legs. There was a very large and conspicuous tent in the front of his sleep pants. “Looks like I’m not the only naughty one here! Be careful with that thing, Bucky,” you giggled. “You might just poke someone’s eye out.”Bucky laughed and rolled his eyes, giving your ass a squeeze, shifting you forward, sitting you along his large, throbbing cock. “Well we can’t have that can we? I would rather play doctor than take you to one.“His expression sobered, his fingers danced up your ribs. Long thumbs caressed the sides of your breasts and up to your shoulders, toying with the straps of your tank top. His sparking grey eyes brimmed with emotion.His lips were parted, his tongue wetting them as his eyes darted from your lips, down to your chest, and up to your eyes, over and over again. His hands gripped your hips, holding you firmly in place as he bucked up against you. “Pleaaaaasse tell me you still want this,” he murmured, his voice deep and gravelly. That wasn’t really what he was asking, you knew. Despite all his bluster and flirting, you knew he could be insecure at times. “Bucky, I want you. I want this. I want us,” you replied, grinding down on his barely contained erection.He cupped your cheeks, brushing his full lips against yours. “I want us, too. So bad, little girl.” His arms wrapped around your waist, grinding you onto his erection. You could feel him twitch between the thin layers of sleepwear. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip, making you whimper at the sensation. He wasn’t a small man, and if your dampening sleep shorts were any indication, your body was up for the challenge. He tugged on the bottom of your tank top, waiting for your assent.You gave him another gentle kiss and pulled back to trace your fingers along his muscular chest. You nodded, whimpering as he ripped your shirt off you, and threw it into a corner.Bucky continued to speak as you kissed your way down his neck. "You do realize when you lean forward in a top that loose, I can see everything, right?” he asked, gesturing to your breasts with his large hands, stopping to need and squeeze them as you nibbled on his earlobe. He hummed in appreciation.“I didn’t. But hey, thanks for noticing,” you joked, grinding your hips down against him with a groan. Your wetness began to soak through your pyjama shorts and onto his sleep pants.“What I meant was this morning, every time you leaned forward, you gave me a shot of the goods,” he cupped your breasts again, thumbing your nipples and smiling to himself. “Not that I’m complainin’, I like what ya got,” he continued, squeezing you for good measure; “I just didn’t know if you were doin’ it on purpose.”You flushed and crossed your arms, folding in on yourself a little, and pulling away slightly. You’d had no idea you were giving Bucky a free show at breakfast. “Pot, kettle; big guy,” you gasped. “You were walking around in the world’s tiniest boxer briefs. Believe me when I say that I saw EVERYTHING this morning.”His head tossed back with a throaty chuckle, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “It’s called advertising, little girl. Google that shit!” he crowed.You threw your head back and laughed. You’d never had so much humor in the bedroom, and it felt so right. When you met Bucky’s eyes again, his cocky grin told you he had more to say. “So, you’re saying the boxers worked for you?”You traced your tongue up the column of his neck, fingertips tracing along the waistline of his sleep pants, and breathed out your response between kisses. “YOU said…that it was advertising. I didn’t say I was…buying what you were…selling.”“Care to fill out a customer satisfaction survey on how I could serve you better?” he asked as his hands slid under the back of your sleep shorts. His long fingers kneaded the globes of your ass.“Less talky, more kissy,” you breathed, capturing his mouth with your own.His hands drifted from your ass cheeks inward, creeping towards your center. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes.His fingertips had reached the edge of your outer labia, caressing slowly and gently. His tongue swiped across his lower lip as he delved two fingers into your slit, his eyes glittering with mischief. He circled your entrance, spreading your arousal around, but not penetrating you. Your eyes snapped shut as you thrust your chest forward, nipples tightening as he slowly traced your core. Your hips swiveled, trying to catch those teasing digits in hope of riding them.In a heartbeat they were gone. Bucky grinned at you as he slid his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them before removing them with an audible pop.
Fuck.
“God damn, little girl.” he rumbled. “You taste so fucking good.” He slapped your ass and twisted, lifting you up as he stood from the bed. “Now take off those tiny little shorts, so I can taste you properly.”He didn’t have to ask you twice. They hit the floor in record time. He gave you no chance to sit back on the bed. Instead, he flipped you, pressing you face down on the mattress with your ass in the air and legs spread wide. Yet another smack landed on your ass, eliciting a moan.“You like that, don’t you my little girl. Look at how wet you’ve gotten,” he moaned, his breath fanning across your exposed pussy. “Is that all for me?”Your reply was nothing but a loud moan as he dove in, licking and sucking you from behind. Long fingers scissored into your core as he slurped on your clit, drinking up your arousal. His fingers curled, tickling your g-spot as his mouth and tongue attacked your bundle of nerves.In moments you were writhing and wailing, legs trembling as you reached your peak. Bucky pushed you through it, making you cum over and over again until you begged him to stop.He bit you gently on the butt cheek as he pulled away from your pussy, panting. “Good girl,” he cooed, slapping you on the ass yet again. “Now lets see how many more you have left in you.”
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You pushed up onto your forearms, and looked back at him over your shoulder, panting from exertion. Bucky was standing, a hand on each hip, grinning proudly at you as his erection threatened to tear it’s way out of his sleep pants, distorting the space shuttle pattern on the front. A lurid grin painted his mouth, along with your juices.The sun kissed the room in a swath of gold. Bucky out shined it all. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and winked, drawing his tongue over his lower lip, and moaning.Curious bright blue eyes darted around the room. “Condoms?” he asked, looking at your nightstand. You reached in to grab them, not yet ready for him to see the treasure trove of toys that were also stored there.You pulled out the unopened box and set it on the nightstand. Shutting the drawer, you turned to see Bucky admiring your naked form, his eyes caressing you from head to toe, drinking you in as you stood up.Slinking up to him, you stood on your tiptoes, diving in for a sensual kiss. You could taste yourself on him, compelling your thighs twitch as your arousal dripped from your core. Leading him backwards to the bed, you sat at it’s foot. Right in front of him.A few minutes of chuckling and fighting with his overstretched sleep pants ensued. Bucky was easily the largest man you’d ever seen, in length and girth, making it difficult to free him from his sleepwear is his current state. He stood proudly, his hands on his hips, chucking, his full mouth split into a shit eating grin, as he let you struggle to free him. “Seriously?” you asked, looking up at him in shock. “You’re not gonna help a girl out here?”“I’ve been waiting far too long for you to get your hands on m…” he moaned as you stroked him from under his pajamas, your hands squeezing his thick shaft, rendering him mute.As soon as his pants hit the floor, you wrapped your mouth around the head of his cock.Bucky’s head tilted back, his Adam’s apple bobbing away as he cried out. His hips twitched forward slightly, as if he was fighting the urge to thrust into your mouth. You circled the tip of your tongue around his crown at a tortuously slow pace. One of your hands cupped his balls as the other lazily stroked his shaft. In moments, he was pulling away, panting. “Sorry baby, but if I let you keep goin’, it’s gonna be over way too fast for my liking.” He leaned down, pressing a fierce kiss to your mouth, and guided you to the center of the bed. “You are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. The reflection of the sunrise set his eyes aflame. He licked his lips lasciviously, “tasty, too.”Somehow, even naked and wet, after being thoroughly debauched, he made you feel like a shy virgin. Heat flushed your skin from the tip of your ears to your chest, your nipples tightening even in your modest state.Fuck it. He’s seen every inch of me by now.You turned and crawled to the center of the bed at a devilishly slow pace, as he headed over to the nightstand, stubbing his toe as he watched you.Bucky opened the box and rolled a condom on in a flash.“You seem to have a lot of practice with that,” you giggled. Bucky struck an exasperated superman pose, ridiculous erection bobbing proudly between his legs. “You really want to talk about that right now?”You turned, lounging back on your elbows, and thrust your chest forward. You quirked a brow at him. “Not so much,” you teased, batting your eyelashes at him as you shook your breasts back and forth. Bucky pounced on you, wrestling you to the bed. His fingers wove between yours, pinning your hands over your head as he kissed the living daylights out of you.You pushed your hips up, trapping his erection against your stomach, sucking his tongue into your mouth and bobbing it between your lips. Your legs wrapped around his like ropes, your feet hooking in under his shins.He twitched, his precum leaking out of his cock and on to your bare skin. “Mmmmmgaaaaaahhhhh,“ he groaned as he pulled away, panting. His cheeks were bright red, his stormy grey eyes shined down at you. “You. Are. Amazing.”He nibbled his way down your panting, flushed body, kissing and licking every inch of skin, driving you crazy. He unwrapped your legs from him, placing a kiss on the inside of each ankle as he moved south once more. A soft whine escaped your lips, but you couldn’t help it. His stubble was doing delicious things to you, and you were already aching for release again. Your thighs twitched, arousal dripped out of you and on to the soft sheets. As he reached your belly button, you broke. “James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to grab a toy and do it myself!!!” you screamed, writhing under his tongue.His head whipped up, a cheeky grin on his face. “Yes Ma’am.” Bucky crawled back to you, placing a soft kiss on your lips, and slid into you, his thick thighs pushing you wide open as he filled you completely, brushing his nose along yours as he let you get used to his size. You had expected fast, hard, headboard rattling sex. Instead, he took his time pumping in and out of you. Savoring every inch of you as he stared deep into your eyes. His hands roamed all over your body, tweaking nipples, moving your legs over his shoulders, and rubbing your clit. Each action punctuated by a long deep kiss, his tongue savoring yours.Your hands caressed his chest and back when you were able to reach. You tugged his hair, trying to hold him into your kiss each time he pulled away. Soon, the kisses became lips mashed together as he slammed into you, his hips starting to thrust faster and faster. He thumbed your clit as his speed increased, taking you higher and higher, stopping right before you crested. His hips slamming into you so fast you couldn’t tell when he was in or out while his free hand lifted you by your lower back, arching your back at a delicious angle.His hips began to shutter, and he pinched your clit hard, taking you both over your peaks at the same time, screaming in ecstasy.He pulled away briefly, to dispose of the condom, and then pulled you into his chest, planting an angel soft kiss on your forehead. “So…why didn’t we do this before?” he asked, his hands caressing your curves as he held you to him.“Bucky! We were twelve years old!” you snorted, looking up at him incredulously.“Then I guess we have some time to make up for,” he chuckled, dipping his fingers over your thighs, slowly dancing towards your legs.“You promised I could sleep!” you laughed, pulling away from him slightly, still very sensitive from the morning’s activities.“Little girl, I promised you COULD sleep. I didn’t say you’d wanna.”You let out a snort. “Oh yeah? You have no power over me!”He laughed, gathering you onto his lap and wrapping you in his arms, his eyes full of mirth. “Wanna bet?”