Who the Hell is Bucky?

[starkingenuity]

"So you cut your hair, destroyed SHIELD, get Fury killed and now you want to team up again?"  Tony turned in his swivel chair three quarters to the left and two to the right like some evil super villain while Bruce Banner rolled his eyes behind him.  Wisely, he stayed quiet.  Being Tony's 'other half' and his 'soul mate' and worse, his therapist, was enough to give him a good enough idea of what staying quiet tended to do for him.

Chiefly?  He didn't get pulled into these sorts of conversations.

"And did you like grow another three inches around your biceps?  It's people like you that make it harder for ordinary guys to get dates on Friday night."

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[whothehellisbucky]

Bucky can't remember ever being kissed or ever kissing anyone else. Not even his family. He doesn't remember what Steve had been to him, late at night when they had set up the couch cushion bed but Steve had crawled into his own. He doesn't know how he's laid awake, staring at the dark ceiling beyond his view, wishing and wanting for things he could not ever have.

And then, one very restless night, did actually have...only to immediately turn on his heels. Bucky had been brave when he was younger, but not brave enough to be able to stomach guilt of it. Trying to set Steve up...? That came very quickly after along with all of the girls he'd use to go with himself just to force him to feel normal.

There's an inkling that something isn't quite right now either...but that's because Steve's so...tall. He forces the blond down to his knees and follows after him, pulling back his head by his hair, threaded through silver fingers.

It's more gentle than it looks, really.

[starspangledspandex]

Steve had understood. They had lived in a dangerous time and he hadn't wanted to lose his friendship to it. They had stayed close and that had been enough for him. Honestly, Steve hadn't cared one way or another but back then, he had just been tired of feeling so alone.

He grunts slightly as he's forced to his knees but he doesn't protest, tilting his head up instead and looks for another kiss. Steve is breathing hard but now he doesn't know if it's the sparring or excitement.

[whothehellisbucky]

Wrong. All right. If they find out--

The suction breaks between them and Bucky's eyes search Steve's for a long enough time to feel truly beside himself. It's been so long since he's seen anyone look up at him like that and he traces a strong jawline with his fingertips, bare and fleshed and capable of feeling the start of stubble there.

It's not the first time that they've done this. Bucky holds his breath as his knees hit the mats and Steve is once again a little too tall for him. He drags his face down until their breathing meshes together.

"I didn't mean--" there's something if the real Bucky in there now.

[starspangledspandex]

He doesn't say anything. He's almost afraid he'll spook him and he'll stop if he does actually vocalize something. Steve doesn't really even know what to say. He just patiently watches Bucky as the man looks at him and traces his jaw.

Once Bucky is on his level again, Steve's hands shift to his waist and lightly drag up the side.

"Didn't mean what?" he whispers, lips nearly touching Bucky's again. "To kiss me? Because I liked that part."

[whothehellisbucky]

"Uh. Yeah. Me too."

Upstairs in his control room, Tony rolls his eyes and snags the bowl of popcorn that he had JARVIS pop for him. "That is not smooth," he says with the shake of his head. "No wonder they never got anywhere."

Back in the training room, however, Bucky sits back on his heels, knees splayed. He just watches Steve for a moment, his brows furrowed in the center of his forehead. "We... We've... We were--" he really just wants another kiss, all right?

[starspangledspandex]

Steve smiles because he doesn't care if it's smooth. He just cares that Bucky means it and he can tell. He doesn't think about where they are right now. He's completely in the moment.

It's hard to tell what all the stuttering is about but he thinks it's because the man is remembering, even in bits in pieces. "Yeah," he agrees with a nod. "And we can't get in trouble for it now."

He shifts, moving so he's kneeling closer to Bucky and gently tugs him forward into a soft kiss.

[whothehellisbucky]

The heat isn't gone but it is different now. Bucky doesn't understand gentle. He doesn't know how to dial himself back. If he's bruising, he doesn't realize it at the moment. It probably doesn't matter. Steve is more resilient than most.

Bucky copies Steve's earlier actions, hands moving up the other man's ribs and then his chest. There's too much person again, but he feels a bit of a break in his heart when soft lips teach him the proper way to kiss.

Of course, things get heated. And quickly. In Bucky's line of work, you have a limited time to complete a mission and sure, Steve isn't really a mission anymore but-- All right. So some things happen more slowly for him than others.

Steve is still a mission of sorts. Bucky's mouth proved it. He's overly hot. His mouth is burning. And Steve-- Steve--

"I missed you," he whispers awkwardly. He's not sure exactly what he's missed but it had to be something amazing.

[starspangledspandex]

It's okay if Bucky doesn't understand gentle. Steve doesn't need that right now. He'll teach him that later. Right now, he's a little desperate and this is the closest that he feels he's gotten to Bucky since he's been back. Today has been full of ups and downs; he's just rolling with it.

He doesn't mind the rough kisses either. Steve can keep up. His hands keep in place on the other man's hips, relaxing into the feel of Bucky's hands on his and not bothered by the metal one in the slightest.

He swallows and manages a smile, wetting his lips to keep himself from getting too emotional. "I missed you too," he whispers back.

[whothehellisbucky]

For two men fumbling with each other in semi-public -- meaning Banner or Barton or even Romanoff might stop in at any time to use the Avenger's training facility -- they certainly don't seem to mind how it looks. Tony spins in his chair to turn away from the show for a few moments as he listens to the hot and heavy breathing going on between the pair. They sound a little like fish. Or children. It's cute. And pretty freaking weird.

He never would have expected Steve to go for this sort of thing, but when next he looks at the screen, Steve's shirt has been literally torn open and Bucky's tongue is attempting to be clever.

And failing.

For being the world's most deadly and elusive assassin-- "Guy like Cap needs some finesse," he murmurs. "Lick a nipple. Grab his ass-- There we go."

Tony makes up his own little cheering party as Bucky's thumb does indeed trace over a nipple.

[starspangledspandex]

No, they're pretty lost in their own world right now. Steve is anyway. He definitely isn't doing this for Tony's entertainment. There's a reason this is usually a private thing. It's so other people can't be judgmental about how it's going.

Steve can't fault Bucky for the awkwardness either. He doesn't remember and well, Steve is about a hundred and fifty pounds more muscle now. He will be a little more obvious about what feels good but he won't lie about it if it doesn't.

He inhales slightly when the thumb traces a nipple and works on getting Bucky's shirt off.

[whothehellisbucky]

Balling his shirt up the moment it's over his head and tossing it away somewhere behind him, Bucky comes right back to Steve with a hungry mouth and careful hands that are doing their best not to hurt the blond. His clothing, however, will likely become a victim to his enthusiasm. The mats are good enough for this and Bucky lays Steve beneath him to climb over top, straddling narrow hips and cupping the back of his neck as he kisses them both silly and breath deprived.

It makes him shudder to know that his memories aren't false. That he once had Steve like this, wriggling pleasantly beneath him. He might not feel as he had the. But does it matter? The person is the same.

"The garbage can lid," he whispers, lowering his weight to the other as he braces himself on the metal arm. "And... Boxing. I took you boxing before."

It's sweeter to remember by honey than vinegar.

[starspangledspandex]

He meets the kiss, hands exploring Bucky's sides and chest. He stays away from the arm, for now, just because he isn't sure how the man feels about people touching it and he's not going to ruin the moment. It doesn't bother Steve at all. According to the files, the arm had already been gone or some of it so Hydra had almost done him a favor replacing it. The cost had been far too high for Steve's liking but it's done and over with, so he's making the best of a bad thing.

Steve shifts willingly to lay back against the mat and he doesn't care that his shirt meets with misfortune. His pants can go too as far as he's concerned. It's all replaceable; his best friend and lover is not at all. He kisses back desperately, big hand curling in Bucky's long hair and pants up at him when the kiss breaks.

The words make him smile fondly, thrilled that he's remembered something and he nods, "Yeah, and you showed me how to box a time or two. Works a little better now."

[whothehellisbucky]

"What else did I show you?" Bucky isn't actually trying to flirt. He's not trying to speak sexily. He's not trying to titilate the Captain either. All he wants, all he really wants, is the one thing that makes sense to him.

Kissing Steve is just that thing.

He can't get the blond naked fast enough. His nose lightly presses against Steve's sternum. He doesn't kiss him, he just smells him. His fingers lightly breathes against his skin, the tip of that nose catching in Steve's navel. His tongue traces circles against his thigh.

This is something he knows.

[starspangledspandex]

What else had Bucky shown him? He feels like there are so many things and he's very distracted by what the other man is doing to his thigh. It's not exactly the best time to ask him questions. He wets his lips as he watches him and smiles, "You tried to show me how to pick up girls but that didn't work out so well either," Steve laughs lightly. "I was always too shy around them. Only reason I ever kissed a girl was because they started it."

This is a weird conversation for what's going on right now, Steve decides and adds, "And, well, this." He encourages Bucky up again so Steve can kiss him, slow and sweet.

[whothehellisbucky]

Maybe. There isn't a lot that Bucky can say is weird, though. His entire situation is beyond compare and the less he has to thing, the better off he is. Besides, Steve's voice is calming. Well. Not calming, it's riling him up something fierce and what he aches for is nothing he could ever have imagined a day ago. Two days ago. Or the last time he'd been wiped.

This next kiss leaves Bucky breathless and yes, he wants more than that, he wants Steve's hands all over him, but the sweetness of it-- He knows that. He's had this. Bucky places his fleshed hand on the blond's shoulder and kisses him to match, breathing him in before they tumble together on the mat.

Kissing is something he wants to just keep on doing.

The rest can follow when he's had his fill.

Bucky's fingers trace the curve of Steve's spine and the captain sighs against him as he knew he would. It almost makes him smirk. Triumphant. He remembers how Steve likes to be touched. That's something positive for once!

[starspangledspandex]

Bucky can have as much of Steve's hands on him and kisses that he can stand. He's not going anywhere. He's perfectly okay laying here as long as the other man wants him to. He's just thrilled to have part of him back. This is a huge step. It gives Steve hope that everything else is in there too.

His hands grow a little more bold and explores more of Bucky's chest, then move down his side, then they wander around to his back while they kiss. Steve runs his tongue along the man's lips. He isn't as awful at this as Romanoff thinks. It's just entirely different when you're being hunted by Hydra and randomly have to kiss someone.

Steve sighs happily as Bucky's hands wander. He misses some spots but he remembers the big ones and that's okay with him. Those are enough to make him squirm a little as he leans up to kiss him again.

[whothehellisbucky]

Slow was good to start but it wasn't going to last forever. How could it when what he wanted was increasingly possessive? Bucky didn't know where that came from. He couldn't remember much of anything and what he could remember, he'd never owned anything.

Then again, that could be the reason he refused to let Steve go. Whatever was left of their clothing was torn. The mat would never be the same again.

Tony, upstairs, still watching, rubbed a hand over his lips and breathed out slowly. "Sanitizer," he muttered, but he didn't turn his feed off. "Buckets and buckets."

Not even when Bucky cupped Steve's naked, half hard erection in that metal hand of his.

[starspangledspandex]

He really could care less about the clothes. There are more clothes in the world. There is only one Bucky Barnes and Steve had thought he'd lost him forever. At least part of his excitement is just for having him back and of course, this is fun.

If Tony is really worried, Steve will just replace the mat. He's not thinking about it now. He's a little busy.

Steve inhales sharply, surprised by the cool metal against him and it melts rather quickly into a deep groan. His hips arch into the man's hand and his hands scrabble across the mat. "Bucky..." he breathes.

[whothehellisbucky]

"Shh." He wasn't as gentle about it as he had been because the name bothered him more than he wanted to let on. Steve was a mission-- No! Steve was anything but a mission. The mission was gone. His handlers were dead. Hydra...was in the open. Scrambling.

He ought to be going after them but no one trusted him enough just yet.

So he would have his mission instead.

One couldn't imagine that a metal hand could be so kind to flesh, but Bucky could use it the same way anyone could a fleshed hand. It was warmed to the touch thanks to Steve's skin and just as sensitive as if nerve ran at his fingertips.

He kissed a moan from the blond's lips hungrily.

[starspangledspandex]

It's not easy for him to stay quiet. He wants to reinforce that this is great and that he's definitely okay with what's happening right now. He pants as he watches Bucky above him but he does quiet down otherwise.

Steve is trying to help. He wants Bucky at his back again. He trusts him. They wouldn't be here now if he didn't.

His hips roll and jerk, moaning at the feeling and he desperately kisses Bucky back. Steve's hands raise to dig his fingers into the man's sides, then one slides down to paw at Bucky in return. Two can play this game.

[whothehellisbucky]

A part of him knew that it would feel good, but he'd forgotten just how good. It was honestly a surprise to feel Steve's hand against his cock and that big-eyed look he gave the blond from time to time returned, lips parted and cheeks reddening slightly.

He almost forgot to move his hand, too, almost forgot to breathe as he buried his face against Steve's neck.

Bucky groaned, nosing the sweeter places tucked behind his ear or in his hair as he jerked his own hips down into the rough skinned palm.

[starspangledspandex]

Steve does like reminding Bucky about what he's forgotten and this is definitely one of the better things he's helped with. It's not only because he's getting it in return either. He's missed having this connection with the other man.

He shifts his hips and wraps his free hand around Bucky so he can pull him down. His head tilts into the other man as he buries himself against him and he spreads his legs so their hips are closer together.

"Here," he breathes, trying to encourage Bucky to move his hand so he can stroke them together.

[whothehellisbucky]

Setting his metal hand on Steve's hip, Bucky watched Steve envelope them both in his grasp. His heart fluttered in his chest. Maybe he was overthinking all of this (he tended to), but he felt himself willing to give in ever since Steve had all but dragged him back here in some guise to help and rehabilitate him.

The friction of warm skin and the scent of budding pleasure was almost maddening but both men had the stamina of no other likely in the world and a little bit of frottage wasn't going to do much to ease the slow burn in his stomach.

Bucky wanted something more. Something else. He grabbed at Steve's wrist and pushed it back by his head, eyes dark as he stared him down. "I want all of you," he growled and, strangely enough, that may well have been the first time he had wanted something in decades.

[starspangledspandex]

He groans as he strokes them both together and he moves his hips, but it's true that it's really just working him up more. They could go at this for hours if they keep things at this pace though Steve doesn't know if that's a bad thing. It hadn't been a guise to get Bucky back here just for this; he really had wanted to help him.

Steve is breathing heavily when his wrist is grabbed and pushed upward, blue eyes staring up at Bucky brightly. He swallows at the words and at first, he can only manage, "Yes..." He shifts, wetting his lips and adds, "But I don't have anything on me."

[whothehellisbucky]

There was a sudden, stubborn, angry streak that suddenly ran through Bucky and he drew back suddenly, rising above Steve on his knees. Tony had just pulled himself out when he thought better of it. Had there been a trigger? Steve would be all right, he knew, but whenever they fought, there was this really terrible tendency to cause a whole lot of damage.

Tony wasn't made of money these days either for repairs. Thanks for spilling his secrets, Widow.

Bucky had a sedation in the back of his skull that he was feeling less jealous and more outright possessive, but he didn't like it.

"Where then?" He'd undo whatever haD been done to Steve. It just would take the proper tools and a little time to get Steve down on his stomach.