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blossommarvelmuses · 4 years ago

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“is that the best you can do?”

Steve’s in a mood. He’s restless with no missions for the day. They’re laying low until Peggy Carter gets back in contact with them and they’re sent off to their next location to take out the next Hydra base. The problem with Steve being in this mood is that the man has nearly ten times the energy he used to and Bucky nearly can’t keep up with the man. Bucky used to run circles around Steve and now Steve seems to be using his newfound power to give a little payback. Bucky doesn’t blame the man for doing so but damn does he need to be run like a damn dog sometimes until he passes out until the next morning. While Bucky and Steve are both close to the rest of the commandos the two of them share a bond they can’t replicate. A bond that they didn’t always get to have all the benefits from -- like when they were young boys and they could wrestle on the living room rug until their mothers got angry. They didn’t get that, until now. So while Bucky has his woes about Steve’s new energy levels they’re also a blessing. They get to make up for things they lost before, simple childhood things that most people would take for granted.

The sun is low in the sky, a fire already started for dinner. The blonde throws another punch and Bucky dodges it easily. “Give it a rest, Rogers. ‘m starving.” He moves in to playfully shove Steve but the other is too quick and Bucky stumbles forward nearly falling face-first into the dirt. Bucky glances over his shoulder as he catches himself giving the other a glare. He moves in again, this time managing to get his arms around Steve’s neck. He brings the male down to press his throat against his knee but not actually cutting off airflow. Steve easily gets his hand wedged against Bucky’s abdomen and sends Bucky nearly flying backward. It’s a hard fall on his ass, but there are far worse things that could hurt him out here in the war. So he glowers up at the man. “You’re gonna find the end of my sniper pointed between your eyes.” The words are an empty threat and the other seems to know it by the laughter. Bucky tries again, jumps to his feet to charge at the other man. He’s like a goddamn rock, feet dug into the ground and Bucky’s attempt to take him to the ground is useless. He stays there as if Bucky’s not shoving against him at all.

“Is that the best you can do?” It is the only retort that Bucky gets back and he shoves a little harder against Steve to no avail. “ ‘s like trying to fight a marble pillar you dick.” Bucky huffs, finally stopping his attempts to get Steve to eat dirt. “You’re just throwin’ it in my face I can’t win anymore.” Bucky teases a bit as he bends over to brush himself off, despite all of his clothing now is covered in dirt and blood. It’s a force of habit. “Can we go eat dinner now?” He gestures towards the campsite before turning on his heel and heading down the path so they can rejoin the other men. However a hand catches at his collar, and Bucky is reaching back to swat it away. “You ain’t gonna just throw me down in the dirt Rogers.” He grips at Steve’s now large hand to pry his hand away from his collar. The now bigger male pulls Bucky back a bit. He uses his bigger form to bring him both a dead halt. Before he can get some snarky remark out, Steve is using that big broad form to push into his space until Bucky’s back hits a tree. Bucky used to do that to Steve when he was trying to get Steve to keep from swinging on someone or when he was feeling a little playful. He’d loom over Steve and just mess around with him, tease him like friends do. However this looming felt different. Bucky’s stomach flips with excitement.

They’d been playing this game for awhile a cat and mouse game. They had played it a bit when they were younger but it never got this far. He guessed because there were too many people around to witness but now they’re in a dark woods with no witnesses and Steve’s got the power of a hundred men flowing through his veins. There were no threats to them anymore. It was just the two of them and a war that looked like they were going to win. Bucky’s breath catches in his throat and he swears the look on Steve’s face makes it seem like he was able to hear that fact. “You need somethin’, Stevie?” The words a lot more soft-spoken than even he expects them to be but with their closeness it seems fitting. It would be so easy to be with Steve, to shatter this fragile thing they have because they’ve been connected on a level that no one understands since they were children. They’ve got a bond that they can’t replicate with anyone else. Bucky is so utterly devoted to this man that he knows nothing will take that way from him. Even if Steve falls in love with someone else even if he learns to love someone else that won’t stop Bucky from loving him endlessly. Though Bucky is selfish. He doesn’t want Steve to learn to love anyone else, he wants to keep him to himself. He wants Steve to be his and to be Steve’s. He wants his hands to be the only hands that learn the shape of Steve’s body, both before the serum and after it.

The temptation is there, to lean in and press up into Steve and press his lips firmly against the other’s. He wonders if they taste of blood and honey like Bucky imagines them to. Bucky can vaguely hear the two of them being called in for chow time but neither of them makes a move to head back towards camp. It’s like they’re trapped here in this moment. It’s then that his mind decides to remind him that this is war. There is a chance that they won’t make it out of this. Bucky doesn’t want to die not knowing what it’s like to kiss Steve Rogers. “Fuck, Steve...” He can’t help but whisper before reaching up and grabbing Steve by the back of his neck to bring him down into a kiss. It isn’t gentle but Bucky doesn’t want it to be. This isn’t the time to be gentle, they may never have the time to be gentle again. But it’s better than anything Bucky could have hoped for. Steve’s mouth is warm and it tastes of coppery blood like Bucky expected it too. His lips are pliant and eager to move against Bucky’s, learning quickly. The other man’s large hands burn like a fire and Bucky’s skin is the wood. He feels like he’s being set aflame, burning so bright that the cosmos might see it. Bucky’s other hand scrambles to dig his nails into Steve’s now supple shoulder as if Steve is the only thing grounding him to this very earth. Kissing someone has never been like this, like breathing for the first time in his life -- like finally seeing for the first time. Bucky’s teeth catch Steve’s plush bottom lip, giving it a bit of a tug before their mouths clash again. It’s all tongue and teeth, it’s full of years of pining and wishing finally pouring out like a facet.

Steve’s hands feel like they’re almost brushing his hips and Bucky has never enjoyed a sensation more than this -- well maybe it’s the sensation of Steve’s mouth against his own. Or -- god no it’s this -- Steve’s big broad body pressing into him so firmly that he’s trapped against his tree trunk. The hand that once was resting on Steve’s shoulder dips around his waist and finds it’s way to the small of Steve’s back. Bucky’s fingers curl against the fabric there before his fingers claw down to the curve of the other’s ass. His fingers dip into the supple flesh there and the motion earns him a groan and a harsh bite on his own bottom lip. There’s another call of their names, this time it’s closer. They both know they’re going to be had. Neither of them knows how the others will react to their affection -- they have to be a perfect team and if the other commandos have a bad reaction their team is done. So they’re forced to pull away from each other. Steve looks utterly debouched and Bucky feels like he looks the same. He can’t help but let out a breathless laugh as Steve’s forehead comes down to rest again his shoulder. He feels the rumble of Steve’s laugh nearly vibrate his entire chest. “And here I thought you were a gentleman. You haven’t even taken me out to dinner yet.”

#meme: bucky #otp: so you were never a saint and i loved in shades of wrong (bucky and steve)#messesofdreamers

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