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Part 6 of Post-Civil War Fics
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For The First Time

Summary:

CONTAINS SPOILERS [I DUNNO IF I STILL NEED TO PUT THIS HERE].

“Tell me what you want,” Bucky said, his voice was soft but firm.

“I want you,” Steve replied, blushing, lowering his gaze, “I want your hands on me, your kiss…I don’t want anyone else. Want you to mark me up, t-to make me yours, I want you in me, until all I can feel is you.”

Notes:

Yay another part! Here you go, I hope you like this one! Rating is now going up, so if that's not your thing or you are not an ADULT, now is the time to turn away.

Title from The Script's 'The First Time'. I own no one. Any mistakes are my own.

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Bucky was true to his word. The first thing he wanted to do was reclaim his body, after reclaiming his mind and physical strength. And that meant cutting his hair.

“Buck?” Steve asked, looking down at Bucky from where he stood behind him, “are you sure?”

Bucky looked ahead into the mirror and nodded, “yeah, Stevie. I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Steve nodded, smiling, “if you want me to stop at anytime…”

“I’ll say, baby,” Bucky said softly, making Steve blush, “damn, baby doll. That’s all I gotta do to get you blushin’ eh?”

Steve flushed and looked down to the job in hand, choosing to ignore Bucky’s comments, “so how much do you want off?”

Bucky grinned, “maybe not as short as it was back before the war, short enough that it’s not like this, long enough to style.”

“So like mine, or a bit thicker?” Steve asked, running his fingers through Bucky’s hair, gently massaging his scalp.

“Thicker,” Bucky decided, smiling at Steve in the mirror. Steve leaned down and kissed the brunette’s forehead, beginning to snip away at his soft locks.

-*-

Bucky’s hair was done in about an hour, Steve had trimmed it down at the back and sides, the top was left a little longer, so that he could style it however he wanted. It was thicker than his, but shorter than how it was, tousled and messy, the kind of look he’d had during the war, but a modern update.

“Is that okay?” Steve asked, drawing back, letting Bucky run his hands through his hair.

Bucky smiled, turning towards Steve, standing up and taking the latter’s hips in his hands, pulling them flush against each other, “thank you, baby.”

Steve blushed and ducked his head, shrugging bashfully, “s’okay, Buck. I’d do anythin' for you.”

“N’aww, doll,” Bucky murmured, pride and love blooming in his chest, “I love you, Stevie.”

“I love you too,” Steve replied, looking at Bucky from under his lashes, seeking a kiss.

Bucky chuckled and granted him that, kissing him softly and then deeper, so much deeper, until, oh, Bucky’s tongue was in his mouth and his hips were grinding against Steve’s. It was hot, a mess of tongues and desperate clutching, lips sucking and nibbling, Steve’s whimpers drowned out by the growls Bucky let out from the back of his throat.

It felt a little overwhelming, the feeling of love and home seemed to seep from Steve’s head all the way through his body, holding him, keeping him safe, blossoming in his chest and sending fireworks behind his closed eyelids. It was everything and too much, it was perfect and Steve couldn’t breathe. He didn’t want to breathe, not with Bucky kissing him like this.

“Wait, wait,” Steve gasped, pulling back quickly, resting his forehead against Bucky’s, hands pressed on his boyfriend’s chest, breathless, “I can’t…I can’t do…”

Bucky cupped Steve’s face, ducking his head to look into the blue eyes he adored so much, “baby, what’s wrong? Sweetheart, look at me.”

Steve froze, rigid and jerked away, “I can’t…I have to go –

Steve was gone before Bucky could call him back.

-*-

Steve Rogers did not run away from a fight.

He didn’t run away from anything, but Bucky kissing him like that, holding him like that, pressing against him like that, it did things to him. It made him feel uneasy, not in a bad way, but more nervous than anything. He hadn’t ever had sex. He’d kissed Peggy sure, but he’d never felt this way about someone, this undying love? No, this was all new.

“Steve,” Sam muttered, sitting up on his bed, “you can’t hide here. You have to talk to him.”

Steve looked away from Sam’s window, “I can’t tell him. What if…he doesn’t –?”

“Man, have you see the way he looks at you?” Sam chuckled, looking at Steve with a smug smile, “he looks at you like you’re his world. You are. I know that look Steve, trust me.”

Steve hung his head; he knew exactly who Sam meant. Riley.

“I’ve been an idiot, haven’t I?”

Sam laughed, shaking his head, “when aren’t you an idiot?”

-*-

Steve returned to their room later that evening and shuffled over to where Bucky was asleep.

“Buck?” Steve whispered, prodding his arm, “Bucky, wake up.”

With lightening speed, Bucky grabbed Steve’s wrist and pinned him underneath him on their bed, eyes light and playful, “didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s dangerous to sneak up on someone?”

Steve huffed and rolled his eyes, smiling softly and leaned up to capture Bucky’s lips, “I’m sorry. Am I forgiven?”

“Depends,” Bucky smirked, leaning down to kiss Steve, “for runnin’ out on me, or sneakin’ in?”

“Both?” Steve asked, unsure, a small smile growing on his lips.

“Maybe,” Bucky grinned, nuzzling Steve’s cheek, “what’s the matter, Stevie?”

Steve gulped and took a deep breath, it was now or never, “there’s somethin' I need to tell you…”

Bucky drew back, sitting up properly next to Steve, pulling the latter with him, so they were both leaning against the headboard, “okay?”

“The reason I ran,” Steve started, looking down at their intertwined hands, “wasn’t your fault Buck. I just panicked…I didn’t want you thinkin’ –

“Thinkin’ what?” Bucky asked, letting go of Steve’s hand to cup his face, “look at me, sweetheart.”

Steve raised his eyes and smiled shyly, blushing, a little, “I’ve never done…anythin’.”

“Oh,” Bucky said, then rested his forehead against Steve’s, “oh, baby.”

Steve bit his bottom lip, nervous, “is that bad?”

Bucky nudged his nose against Steve’s and shook his head, “no, no baby. It’s not bad. You’re just so…fuckin’ irresistible, you know that?”

“I am?” Steve asked, shy eyes meeting Bucky’s again.

Bucky groaned and tugged Steve into his arms, “fuck, Stevie. Are you tryna kill me?”

Steve laughed and shook his head, hiding his face in Bucky’s neck, “no…”

“God, I love you, baby,” Bucky whispered, kissing Steve’s forehead, golden-blond locks soft and sweet smelling, “I love you so much.”

Steve smiled against Bucky’s skin, “I only wanted it to be you.”

Oh.

Bucky let out something close to a growl and rolled Steve underneath him, eyes dark and light at the same time, running his lips down Steve’s neck, sucking marks into his skin as he went, “fuck baby. You got no idea how hot that is. No idea. Fuck, gettin’ me all hot.”

“Really Buck?” Steve near squeaked when Bucky’s big, possessive hands parted his legs so that he could settle between them, pressing their hips closer.

Steve sighed, dazed, when Bucky gripped his hips and nipped his earlobe, murmuring low in his throat, “fuck me, baby. Yes. Only I get this, get you like this? Fuck yes, drivin’ me wild.”

“I love you Buck,” Steve whispered softly, eyes fluttering when Bucky drew back, noses nudging against each other’s.

Bucky smiled, pressing their lips together, pouring everything he had into the kiss. He kissed Steve like he was dying, like the sun was about to swallow them whole. He felt his heart swell with love for the man beneath him, swallowing the precious whines that left his lips and relished in the feeling of his body against his, soft fingertips running through his now shorter locks.

“Are you sure, Stevie?” Bucky asked, drawing back to rest his forehead against the blond’s.

Steve nodded, eyes bright and hazy, “I trust you. I want it to be you. Only you.”

Bucky growled, a possessive, primal instinct stirring in the pit of his stomach, lips brushing against Steve’s, “only me.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, breathlessly, hands clutching the back of Bucky’s head, at the nape of his neck, playing with the fine hairs there.

“Tell me what you want,” Bucky said, his voice was soft but firm.

“I want you,” Steve replied, blushing, lowering his gaze, “I want your hands on me, your kiss…I don’t want anyone else. Want you to mark me up, t-to make me yours, I want you in me, until all I can feel is you.”

“Look at me, Stevie,” Bucky whispered, hips still pressed against Steve’s, both of them hard and straining in their jeans, “where’d you learn to speak like that eh? Fuckin’ mouth on you, so hot baby, so fuckin’ hot, God, you’re gonna kill me.”

Steve looked up at Bucky and let out something close to a broken sob, grinding his hips up against Bucky’s, seeking friction, release. He needed it so bad.

“Buck, please,” he begged, eyes rolling into the back of his head when Bucky rocked against him, the pleasure was almost too much to handle.

It started in the pit of his stomach and seemed to course throughout his entire body, lighting up like a firework ready to take off. Like something was building, building, and it was coming faster and faster, desperate as their hips danced and then, oh then.

“Fuck, Stevie,” Bucky grunted, sounding far away, lips against his pulse, “come for me, baby doll.”

It was overwhelming, Steve’s body seized up, mouth open in a helpless cry, arching underneath Bucky and then he was falling, fading into white. He didn’t know anything but Bucky. Something bubbled beneath his skin, coursing through his blood; it locked, like everything fit together. Like the slotting of a key and lock, bonded forever. But it was breathtaking, on the verge of frightening, because the pleasure was so much, everywhere and he’d never experienced anything like this before.

“Baby,” Bucky whispered, in awe, pressing kisses all over Steve’s face, “oh baby. Come back to me sweetheart, you’re safe. I’ve got you, you’re so adorable. I love you.”

Steve whimpered, eyes opening and he stared up hazily at Bucky, “I’m sorry. I wanted to wait…didn’t mean to…”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Bucky said softly, scooping Steve up into his arms, sitting them upright, with the blond on his lap, face buried in the brunette’s cheek, “don’t need to say sorry. Got nothin’ to say sorry for, you’re perfect, Stevie, that was so good. Okay? Are you okay?”

Steve nodded against Bucky’s neck and clung onto the other male, “I love you too.”

“I know,” Bucky reassured, kissing Steve’s temple, stroking his back, forgetting about everything but Steve, he had to make sure his baby was okay, “we don’t have to do anythin’ else, okay? Not unless you’re ready.”

“I want to,” Steve said, his voice light and when he looked up at Bucky, he smiled softly, “I want you…but is it okay if we wait a little? That was amazin’, but I need…”

“It’s okay,” Bucky smiled, something blooming in his chest, “it’s okay. Baby, there’s no rush, okay? Never gonna force you to do somethin’ you don’t wanna.”

“But you didn’t get yours?” Steve asked, so innocent that Bucky had to kiss him sweet and gentle.

 “That’s all right. Don’t worry about me,” Bucky murmured softly, “the only thing I ever want is for you to be happy, okay?”

Steve looked up at Bucky and nodded; nudging his nose against the latter’s chin and tucked his face there, “thank you Buck.”

“Whatever you want, I want,” Bucky whispered, “you wanna lie down?”

Steve nodded and Bucky let him lie back on the bed, stretching his arms and legs. Bucky smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I’m just gonna get a wet towel okay?” Bucky said softly, “be right back, Stevie.”

Steve nodded and watched Bucky disappear into the bathroom. Bucky’s hard on had gone down through their little talk, because hearing Steve be so open and honest with him, grounded him, and he didn’t want to pressure him. He walked back out; crawling onto the bed between Steve’s parted legs.

“I’m gonna take these jeans off okay?” Bucky asked, looking up at Steve’s face to see any sign of fear or insecurity, “just gonna clean you up, is that okay Stevie?”

Steve nodded and let his head fall back, sighing happily. Bucky kissed Steve’s flat stomach, before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down and off his legs, with the help of Steve raising his hips. Next, he slipped him out of his boxers and put both in the laundry basket, before returning to wipe up Steve’s legs and soft cock.

“Okay, baby?”

“Yeah, Buck,” Steve smiled sleepily, eyes closed, floating on the sensation of Bucky looking after him. Bucky couldn’t have been happier. After cleaning Steve up, he put the towel in the wash and helped the blond into a pair of boxers that belonged to Bucky.

Once that was all done, Bucky washed his hands and returned to the bedroom, lying down beside Steve. Bucky’s eyes closed and tucked Steve against his chest, his head was right over his beating heart, hands on Bucky’s stomach.

“I’d wait forever for you, sweetheart,” Bucky said and even though Steve had already fallen asleep, in his dreamlike state, he sighed happily, as if he had heard on some level.

 

Notes:

Lemme know what you think! :)

Also, seen as both Bucky and Steve have had the serum (even if Bucky's is different - they're both super soldiers), the serums takes care of their health, so they don't need to use condoms as they're always in fighting health and are unable to get ill. Aside from in ABO, where they do, if they're not planning for children. And if not, Steve's on the pill, though of course, that can fail too.

This is a work of fanfiction, so please remember to stay protected, have check ups and practice safe sex! While it is your body and you can choose to do whatever you want with it, protecting yourself should always come first.

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