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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[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.

[starspangledspandex]

He blinks up at Bucky in surprise at the abrupt change in mood. Things had been going so well. He just had planned on sparring and not fucking. He'll keep it in mind for next time. He doesn't necessarily feel like he's in danger but he doesn't know for sure what Bucky is thinking until he actually speaks.

"I... well I have things in my room," he says slowly. "I don't know if there's anything down here." He casts a doubtful look around the gym. He honestly has no clue. He feels like he doesn't want to know if someone else has already gone through with or planned to roll around in that fashion down here.

[whothehellisbucky]

One of them at least had absolutely no shame and standing, erect and naked, Bucky was planning on leaving their clothing here (what was left of it at least), and just heading upstairs. Why not? The elevators to the living apartments were private. And Bucky had not yet been taught how very important being clothed was.

Steve had seen him naked before, they day they dragged him to the Tower fighting and screaming with more sedative than Banner said he cared to see administered running through his veins. He'd been stripped and scrubbed clean and deloused before being allowed to recover everything on his own. It had not been easy.

But then again, neither was seeing the ragged edge of flesh to metal where Bucky had lost and then regained an arm. It wasn't as horrible as it could be, but the flesh was puckered and healed around metal unpleasantly. He said nothing now to Steve. He just expected the blond to follow.

[starspangledspandex]

He blinks at the other man for a moment when he realizes what his plan is to get upstairs. It's not necessarily a bad thing so long as no one else decides to go to one of the apartments. Steve scrambles to his feet and glances at the sad remains of his clothes before following Bucky. He considers grabbing a towel but there's not much point in it.

"Jarvis, no stops on the way," he tells the AI as he follows the other man. "Nobody else gets on."

It hadn't been easy to see and Steve had struggled with whether it had been the right move but now he thinks it'd been a good thing. It's different seeing Bucky naked now, in this context, instead of that one. He hates that someone had given the other man those scars but it doesn't stop him from looking either. Bucky looks good. Scars and all.

"My floor, Jarvis," he orders the AI, keeping his eyes on the other man.

[whothehellisbucky]

Bucky never noticed the scars. He didn't remember how he had gotten them. He barely remembered what it was like to get wiped. Or that it happened to him over and over again. He stood facing front in the elevator, not looking at all like a soon to be lover. He didn't touch Steve. He didn't stroke his back or hold his hand or kiss him. They might as well be strangers for the way that Bucky behaved right up until the door to Steve's bedroom was opened.

It was all manic. Bucky pushed Steve back hard enough to rent the wall and followed him with his body, mouth as hot and wanton as it had been previously. He shoved him back into the closet next before dragging him into bed.

One of the baseboards snapped. Bucky never noticed. It did, however, make Tony cringe. This was becoming more violent than stimulating.

Which, in turn, was pretty hot.

He was pretty glad now that Steve hadn't found all of the cameras.

[starspangledspandex]

He wishes he could be inside Bucky's head right now just so he could know what the man is thinking. It's hard staring at him in the elevator and not being able to understand why he isn't handsy or all over him in here. He hears that they're good for that sort of thing. He assumes it will be different when they get to his place; he hopes so anyway. Seems like a waste otherwise.

Steve is almost startled by how quickly Bucky grabs him and he feels the wall buckle under the man's strength. To his surprise, he finds himself even more turned on than he had been before now and he meets the kiss desperately. He grunts as he hits the door to the closet and it doesn't give but he doesn't have time to care.

He arches as he hits the bed and he notices the snap but he'll deal with it later, probably in an embarrassing conversation with someone that will want to know how it had happened. Steve spreads his legs, reaching a hand up toward his pillow where the bottle of lube is hiding and stares at Bucky all the while.

[starkingenuity]

There might one day come a time when Bucky realized he was making too much out of everything, that this need to control was only part of the fact that he'd had no control at all for most of his long, unremembered life. But seeing Steve with lubrication (and not connecting that masturbation required a little bit of lube once in awhile as he was from a time when such things were not readily available) just made him angry all over again.

He snatched the bottle with his less than human hand and the plastic tore at the seam down the side, gooping up his fingers and his palm and running down his forearm. "Who else has had you?"

Tony cursed the screen again and sat back, dick out and untouched. "Worst porno ever."

[starspangledspandex]

He doesn't mind the control. They might have to work on it a little but for right now, Steve thinks that Bucky needs it. He's been controlled for so long it's almost thrilling to see him make this choice now.

Steve stares at the way the bottle splits. He's not immediately sure what the man is mad about but he explains it quickly enough. He's being possessive and jealous. On anyone else, that might be bad. To Steve, he thinks it means the man is finally realizing that he's allowed to have things and make choices.

"No one," he responds honestly. "Just makes it easier sometimes." He makes an aborted jerking motion with his hand in the direction of his erection.

[whothehellisbucky]

No man or woman alive would have been kind to Bucky, kind and gentle, after being accused of spreading their legs like that for other people but Captain America was a man like no other and Tony pushed away from his console and looked up at the ceiling as Bucky dropped the bottle and cautiously crawled into bed with the blond.

There were more kisses to go with Bucky's already slick fingers finding and slipping into Steve's opening. He didn't make much of a show of it. He didn't seem to recall a thing about foreplay. At least he wasn't rough.

The metal warmed to Steve's internal temperature and his finger had quite a lot of reach and bend that others might not. He said nothing else for some time, finding a sort of contentment in finger fucking his childhood crush and best friend into his broken mattress.

He liked the sounds it pulled from Steve. He liked knowing he was the cause.

[starspangledspandex]

He can be accused all he wants but so long as he's listened to and believed, Steve doesn't care. He understands that Bucky is uncertain and still finding his way in the world. He's just glad that he's showing an attachment to something even if it is overly possessive.

Blue eyes watch as the other man crawls onto the bed and he gasps, eyes widening as the metal fingers slide inside of him. This is something Steve hadn't even known he'd wanted. He jerks and groans, hips twisting into the man's hand. He doesn't hide his excitement or any of the sounds he makes and whimpers occasionally when Bucky hits somewhere that feels really good.

Even he gets impatient, however, and he drags the other man down for a kiss. "I'm ready. Come on."