Modern au, military vet!Bucky, small Steve, roommates, praise and embarrassed Steve. Steve unceremoniously flopped onto James's bed, covering his eyes with his arms and groaning into the ceiling, making James look up from his laptop with a raised eyebrow. “Hello to you too. What's wrong with you?” He took in the second of unwatched chance to glance down his friends body, his thin frame barely filling his clothes, trousers held up by a ratty belt that he refused to get rid of, and a very obvious problem slightly tenting the front of his slacks. “I swear your sister wants to torture me.” He groaned, sitting up and crossing his legs, getting comfy on his friends bed with a pout. “I told you she would. She has a habit of leaving guys hanging.” Bucky shrugged, swivelling his computer chair around to look at him better, leg either side of the back, resting his chin on his folded arms. “And you walked back here and didn’t manage to get it out of your system yet?” “I’m not overly fussed about sex, you know that, but damnit this is the third time this week, its only Friday.” He groaned, reaching up to run his hand through his scruffy blond hair, clearly it had been done a lot on the way here. “So? Go deal with it?” James raised an eyebrow again, gesturing towards his roommates nether regions. “I don’t, I, I don’t want to do it on my own. I was all worked up and now I’m just frustrated.” He huffed, covering his face dramatically, groaning when he realised he had literally just asking his best friend, his gay best friend, his girlfriends gay brother, to jerk him off. “Shit sorry James that wasn’t what I meant.” “Really?” James got up, making sure to roll his hips as he did. “Because it sounded a lot like a request to me.” He stepped slowly towards the bed, dropping to his hands on the duvet when he got there, ass higher, back straight as he crawled up towards his smaller friend, smirking like he knew all of his sins and was about to tell them to him. “I…James!” Steve squeaked when his ankles were grabbed, tugging him flat under the other man who licked his lips slowly, eyes locked on the bright blue beneath him as he caged him against the bed. “I know Stevie, I see you. You think you a so sneaky, so sneaky, lookin in he reflection of the fridge, the glass cupboard, the mirror in he hall, when I come out of the shower.” He listed off, hand coming up to stroke the others pretty flushed face. “But I know. Why do you think I stopped taking my clothes to the shower? Why I wear my towel low enough for you to see how hard I work at the gym? I know you like my V lines Stevie, I see the way your own hand trails over your stomach when you see mine, thinking about touching them, stroking the dip where they are?” He dropped his voice to a much huskier tone, bending down to whisper directly in his ear. “Or is the something else you’d like to touch?” “James. Please.” He whimpered, shifting when his long hair fell over his shoulder and brushed his neck, heightened sensitivity making his body flush completely. “Please what Stevie? Such a pretty colour you go, I wish you could see it.” James trailed his finger down his soft cheek, sliding it down his neck and pulling the top of his shirt slightly to expose more of his skin. “You know what I want.” He panted gently, bucking his hips up only to get them pinned down by a strong hand, whimpering when his thumb dug into he space inside his hip bone. “Nu uh, tell me Stevie, you do this there isn’t any going back, you won’t want to.” Jame smiled, all cocky and knew that he had him, the way he twitched in his slacks enough of a indication but he wasn’t taking any chances. “We’d have to be secret, hide it, keep it quiet for a while, no making Becky jealous or hate us, no sense in that, but I think she knows, shes asked if we were fucking for years now.” “Everyone asks that, always have.” Steve huffed, fingers tangling in the front of his shirt, drawing James’ lips to his own forcefully, lifting himself off the bed in the process. James hummed against his lips, leaning down and caging the other back in, lips gentle as Steve tried to force him to speed up, controlling the pace and the strength perfectly, hand cupping the back of his head. Steve relaxed, letting his friend lead, wrapping one leg around his waist, hands brushing down his chest, digging into the solid muscle there. “Words Stevie.” James demanded, leaning up on his hands to stop the others attempts to get away with it. “Yes, yes! James I want this, I want you! Ok? Happy now?” Steven whined, pouting and tugging at his friends Shirt again to try and convince him to come back down. “Very.” He flashed that brilliant, knee shaking smile and dropped down, lining his body up perfectly with the smaller underneath, rolling his hips once, sucking the gasp right out of Steve’s lungs, biting his lower lip and licking it. “Very much.” “Fuck Buck, too many clothes.” Steve whined, pulling the back of his shirt up, relenting when James kneeled up to tug it over his head, tying his hair back in a messy bun with the scrunchy on his wrist before ridding Steve of his own, smiling down at him like he was about to eat him whole. “You’re so pretty Stevie, so pale, you light up like Christmas when you blush.” James trailed his prosthetic down the others exposed ribs, tickling him gently, stopping when he reached that god awful belt. “Not next to you I'm not, that’s why everyone overlooks me.” Steve shrugged, making grabby hands at him, getting both of them caught and peppered with kisses in the process, anger flashing in his friends steely eyes. “You are much prettier than me, they are just stupid.” James growled, licking the blonds palm, following it down to suck on his thumb, fluttering his eyes closed dramatically. “Such soft pale skin, bright baby blues, who in their sane minds can resist those? You’ve gotten me in a lot of trouble over the years because of them.” He smirked again, nibbling on the end of his middle finger. “And your smile, damnit you can charm the pants off the pastor with those smiles of yours.” “They failed to work on you all these years.” Steve was bright red, not knowing how to take the true compliments, not used to receiving them. “Oh yes they did, they always have but you wouldn’t be blunt about it, so I assumed you didn’t mean it, were using me as practice to get the pretty ladies.” James leant down to kiss his lips, working down his jaw and neck slowly, rubbing his evening shadow into the soft skin at the top of his shoulders, covering the scent of his sisters perfume with his own cologne, claiming his friend back. “You mean if I had just told you you would have fucked me?” Steve whimpered, hips rolling up to meet James’, pressing their hard ons together through their trousers, grinding up against him. “No, I would have dated you, I’d never just fuck you, you’re too precious for that.” James rolled his grey eyes, nipping at the others plump bottom lip, tugging it away from his mouth, letting go with a pop. “Then what are we doing here?” Steve pouted again, unable to take the honesty easily. “Making out right now, what do you want us to be doing Stevie?” James chuckled, cupping his head and kissing his forehead, more than use to his snappy defences. “You’re being a jerk James.” Steve huffed, tugging on his dark locks, pulling the hairband out in retaliation, tangling his hands in it when it was all free, falling over his shoulders in loose curls. “I’m your jerk. And I’m being thorough.” James rolled his eyes, flipping them so he was on his back, Steve straddling his hips. “You’re not doing anything you’ll regret later.” “Never, not with you.” Steve shook his head, leaning down and kissing him gently, content with the switch which allowed him to control the pace. “Good, because were not having sex, not today.” James announced and Steven groaned dramatically, gently hitting his chest in retaliation. “No. I’ve thought about this for years, were doing this right.” James chuckled, grabbing his hands and kissing them again, easing the annoyance out of his face with a smirk. “That doesn't mean you’re gonna get blue balls with me though.” “What you gonna do then?” Steve purred, wanting to let him know that he was happy but also highly strung, wound up and in despite need of cumming, soon. “Take that hideous belt off.” James demanded, crossing his arms under his head, knowing that it popped all his chest and arm muscles off. He may have been dropped out of the army when he lost his arm, but he still kept up the work out program, he was damn proud of his body, scars and all. “What?” Steve felt his mouth go dry, licking his lips when he realised he hadn’t heard a single thing his partner said to him. “Take off the belt, Steven.” James growled, bouncing his legs up so that he partly dislodged the man on his lap, smirking at the yelp he let out. “Fine.” Steve stuck his tongue out, wanting to break the atmosphere that threatened to crumple him, shaking slightly with anticipation when he slid the leather free of its loops, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. “Good Boy.” James gripped his chin, smiling when the others eyes fluttered closed at the praise, small whimper leaving his parted lips, and kissed him gently. “Now, take off your clothes.” “Yes.” He whimpered, struggling out of his trousers and boxers, huffing in distress when his legs got tangled. James simply lifted him, letting him get his legs free before setting him back on the rough fabric of his jeans, rolling his hips up against his warm skin. “Good, now get yourself off, show me how much yo want it.” James teased, flicking one of his nipples, fingers trailing down his side and cupping his hip. “What?” Steve panted, eyes blown wide at the sight before him, the different textures of the denim under his ass, bedsheets under his bare knees, thighs framing the strength of James torso, breathing slightly erratic. “Show me how much you want me, go on.” James smirked, licking his lips and sucking the bottom one between his teeth, watching each twitch that went through the others body like he could remember it forever. “Paint me Pretty Boy.” “Fuck James.” Steve’s hand instantly went to his dick, pumping twice before lifting it again, offering it to the man under him. “Help me?” “I suppose I can do that.” He smiled, gripping his wrist as he licked his palm, getting it wet before sucking each finger into his mouth obscenely, flicking his tongue between them, coating the whole thing completely without looking away from Steve’s eyes. He was panting, grinding down against the solid heat under his ass without realising it. “There you go Baby.” “Thank you.” Steve whispered, wrapping his fingers around his dick again, pumping quickly, desperate to relieve himself after so much work up. “That’s it Baby, make yourself feel good, you can do it for me, show me your pretty face when you cum for me.” James rocked his hips up against the other, panting gently as he watched Steve moan and writhe on top of him, one hand splayed on his chest, leaning forward to brace himself. “You look so pretty, so gorgeous.” He showered the other in praise, cock straining against he zipper of his jeans in just the right way when he rocked back, drawing him closer to the edge. “Buck, Buck, Bucky! James!” Steve panted out, shouting as heat coiled tight around his stomach, sinking lower and down his crooked spine, frantically chasing the pleasure he could almost taste on the tip of his tongue. “That’s it, come on Baby, show me, paint me.” James moaned, gripping the others hip tight as he screamed, arching back and letting his load land on the others chest, reaching up to his collarbone a couple of times. That alone sent James over the edge, whining out his name as he came, picturing the blonds pleasure soaked face, mouth agape, eyes closed, head tilted back so his hair fell away from his sweaty skin. “James.” Steve whimpered, wrapping his arms around himself, suddenly self conscious if his body again. “Shhh baby I got you.” James caught up, grabbing his dressing gown from the side of the bed and sitting up, wrapping it around Steve's shoulders, swamping him in the soft fabric. “Thanks.” Steve blushed, looking away from the cum, his cum, on his friends tanned chest. “No problem Stevie.” James kissed his forehead, grabbing at the tissues on the table, wiping the excess off quickly before wiggling out of his jeans, wincing s the feeling inside his boxers. “You want to shower?” Steve swallowed thickly, catching himself checking his partner out, totally naked for the first time and blushing because damn. “Wanna join me?” James cupped his chin, drawing his eyes back to the dark haired mans smirk. “Of course.”
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