winteragent wip that's been rattling around in my head for a while now
“John, was I your teenage jerk off material?” Bucky's eyes grew wide, an even wider smile on his face. John blushed an even deeper shade of red. “Did you touch yourself thinking of me before we even met? To the pictures you tore out of your history textbook?” Bucky whispered, leaning down to breathe against his ear.
“Look, it's just… oh god, there's no getting out of this.” John said, still refusing to make eye contact.
Bucky pulled John up off the floor from behind with his metal arm, and John didn't stop him. “C'mon, I want to hear about this.” Bucky said. “What did the fantasy look like, walk me through it.” He smirked, laying John back against his pillow, nudging his legs apart with a knee, sitting on John’s thigh. “Were we in boot camp together? Sharing a bunk, touching each other under the covers hoping no one would hear?” John turned his head into the pillow, overwhelmed already. Bucky began to press his knee between John’s legs and began to rock, light as a feather, teasing.
“Or were you my sweetheart waiting for me back home, such a good boy, all warm and inviting when I came back on leave?” John shook his head no, looking anywhere but in Bucky's eyes.
“Or…” Bucky's eyes lit up. “Were you in my squadron and you just loved to be a good soldier for your Sergeant?"
