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It’s a miserable day. It's drizzly and windy and looking out of the window makes Bucky feel like shit, so he’s squirreled himself away into the depths of the sofa, curled up in a ball under a fuzzy blanket.
He’s waiting for Steve to get back from his run (because Steve – in Bucky’s affectionate words – is “a freak of science-fiction”; and he enjoys the rain nowadays because he couldn’t enjoy it at all when he was small and sickly, so now that he’s big and strong with super-healing and he can go outside in a thunderstorm and not catch a cold he loves it). Unfortunately, both Steve and Bucky happened to not notice the open window when they came downstairs that morning. And now Bucky’s starting to get chilly.
So by the time Steve gets back – his clothes and hair soaked but his body still radiating heat like a furnace after all the extra exercise he put himself through just for fun because the rain made him feel a little more rejuvenated – Bucky is shivering in his little bundle on the sofa. Steve doesn’t notice initially. He comes over and he’s holding up a paper bag of tasty goodies triumphantly, because he’s so pleased with himself he managed to keep it safe and dry – especially for his babydoll – on his jog back home.
“Hey, Buck,” he calls out, “guess what I got for ya! Your favorite! Lekach!”
And when Bucky just whines a little and peeks out over the blanket Steve’s heart breaks because oh no, something’s wrong, his sweet sweet-toothed boy usually perks up so much more when Steve brings him home yummy treats from his favorite bakery.
“Oh, Bucky, angel,” Steve coos, crouching down to Bucky’s level and putting his damp but still warm palm against Bucky’s forehead. “What’s the matter, sweet thing?”
Bucky just pouts, giving Steve the old ‘I am in dire need of some immediate fuss and attention’ expression and mumbles a pitiful “’m cold...”
Steve returns a pout, a sympathetic one, and puts the bag of lekachs aside to wraps his soggy arms around Bucky.
“Nooo you’re all wet, sto-op!” Bucky teases Steve (because he’s a big fusspot when he’s in a bad mood, and wasn’t expecting Steve to be quite as warm as he actually is), even though he wraps his own arms around Steve and clings on for dear life.
Steve chuckles and lifts Bucky up, carrying him bridal style and kissing his poor cold nose. It’s all bright red and, even though it’s impossible – thank goodness – for Bucky to get a cold anymore, it certainly does look like he’s under the weather. “How ’bout we head back to bed, hm? You snuggle up under the covers and I’ll get dry so I can snuggle up beside you.”
Bucky doesn’t reply properly as such, just makes a little contented humming noise and buries his face into Steve’s neck, so Steve takes that as an affirmative and carries him upstairs.
Bucky rushes to cozy up under the duvet as soon as Steve plonks him back into the bed, pulling the covers right up to his chin. Steve grins and switches their new electric blanket on as he starts pulling his tacky wet clothes off and drying himself down with a towel.
It’s when Bucky starts making moaning noises and getting all squirmy under the duvet because the electric blanket’s started warming up underneath him that Steve’s cock starts to take a little more interest. Maybe, probably, (definitely), he was already planning on fucking Bucky slow and mean until he was sweating buckets and had forgotten all about the very concept of ‘cold’. But right now, seeing Bucky’s big dopey smile, watching the tantalizingly hidden movements of his body writhe subtly under the sheets, Steve suddenly feels in a very indulgent mood.
(And Bucky knows what he’s doing when he makes those little breathy moans. He’s a little shit and he has Steve Rogers wrapped around his pinkie finger.)
So once he’s all dried off, Steve peels back the covers and clambers over Bucky on all fours, starting by kissing his neck, lifting up his thin pyjama top to kiss sweetly at the soft skin of his tummy and working his way down to Bucky’s boxers.
“You feelin’ relaxed, sweet thing?” he asks softly as he kisses at Bucky’s inner thigh and plays with his waistband. Bucky – eyes closed with a blissed-out smile on his face – just sighs happily and nods, and Steve’s heart swells. “Mm, that’s what I like to hear. Love it when my baby’s all warm and relaxed. And I gotta make sure every inch of my sweet baby’s warm, don’t I?” He coos, kissing tenderly at the growing tent in Bucky’s boxers.
“Ste-ee-vie, ple-ee-ease,” Bucky whines, looking down at Steve past those pretty, long-lashed lids.
And it would be a cold day in hell before Steve ever found himself denying such a sweet request from his best guy. Steve grins a little to himself as he starts pulling Bucky’s underwear down his thighs – he knows how easy he is for Bucky, but he wouldn’t change that for the world. He hums happily at the sight as Bucky’s half-hard cock bobs in front of him, and leans forward to kiss along the length of it, nuzzling his face up against it and moaning like his own cock is the one getting all the attention.
“You stay relaxed for me now, sweetheart,” he tells Bucky softly in-between teeny tiny kitten licks at Bucky’s cockhead, listening to Bucky’s happy little noises. “I’mma keep my baby’s precious cock nice and warm and cozy, okay? Don’t have to do a thing, Buck, just feel it...”
And Bucky melts like butter into the warm embrace of the mattress as Steve laves his tongue all over Bucky’s cock, lapping at his shaft and gently swirling around the tip, before sinking slowly down on it, letting the weight of it sit heavy in his mouth and sucking his cheeks in for a short moment, just to hear Bucky’s high, reedy whine.
After that though, he just closes his eyes and relaxes his jaw, lazy fingers tracing up and down Bucky’s leg, listening as Bucky’s breathing evens out; and they lay like that for a while, Bucky squirming and whimpering quietly every now and then, and Steve swallowing whenever he has to and sucking occasionally just for fun, but otherwise motionless and comfy and warm. And maybe sometime later, much later, when Bucky starts feeling a little restless and his cock is starting to ache a little too much on the painful side, Steve will indulge his baby in a little more action until he’s coming ropes down Steve’s throat...
But, for now, they’re more than content enjoying the moment, Steve treating his baby's cock so good, and Bucky laying back feeling like the king of the world.