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]

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."

[whothehellisbucky]

"You always think you're ready before you are," Bucky said, somewhere in the vicinity of Steve's broad left shoulder where he was purposefully worrying a bit of skin, knowing full well that it wouldn't matter. Steve might bruise for a moment, but it wouldn't last. "You'll just get your nose bloodied again." It was kind. It was Bucky.

He didn't even realize what he had said or how important it was to have that small breakthrough. Even now, admist the chaos his mind filled with blank emptiness, he was focusing on Steve, on memories of Steve, on the boy he held only once and apologized for initiating something that could get them both killed.

Bucky wasn't going to make Steve wait too long, however. He flipped him easily (for a man that size to be moved at all required more effort than Tony could imagine outside of the suit he had destroyed) and grabbed his hips to steady him.

"Don't hold your breath," he grunted and thrust in.

[starspangledspandex]

"Maybe," Steve says in response, eyes sparkling a bit mischievously because it really had sounded like Bucky right then and that's what he wants more than anything--his friend to feel like himself again. It's a pleasant surprise. "You know the other guy will look worse though," he tells him with a half chuckle and a half groan, which had been more than a lie back then but now it's probably true.

He blinks in surprise when he's flipped over, hands curling in the blankets and thanks to Bucky having fun he's definitely well stretched. Steve hadn't expected this but wow is he being surprised in all the best ways today. He keeps as relaxed as he can and his groan is deep when the man thrusts home. The stretch is exquisite and perfect. Steve jerks backward against him and pants heavily, his face toward the camera he doesn't know is there. It feels good. More than good.

"Bucky..." he groans, shifting his hips and flexing around the other man. He breathes out heavily, "Oh..."

[starkingenuity]

Tony's eyes widened slightly to see and hear the heat in Steve's voice. He'd looked up 'Avengers Porn' a few times online but he'd never been faced with this... Sure, there had been a few close look alikes and they tended to be doing women they had rescued, and maybe he had watched a few where Steve was suppose to be the main player (complete with awkward dialogue) but Tony hadn't expected to see--

Bucky grunted over Steve's back as they moved (and the bed broke more). He shifted his hand to rest on the other's shoulder and then to thread through his hair as he hammered into him.

Tony found himself wishing he had a better angle to see just how perfectly a person' cock could fill up Captain America but.. Well, he'd settle for staring at Steve's face until a metal hand reached around to jerk his new lover off.

Tony's hand followed in time with Bucky's. He was going to need therapy after this for sure.

[starspangledspandex]

He is definitely more than willing to voice how good this feels and he's nearly incoherent as he does . It's been a long time for Steve and well, jacking off is great but there's something to be said for the spontaneity of having a partner in bed with him. It's worth the broken bed and he'll be looking into either getting it reinforced or finding a sturdier location to be fucked like this.

"Yes, yes..." He moans as the man hammers into him and he's hitting the perfect spot to make him squirm and his hands curl tight enough into his blankets that they threatens to tear. Being held down is even more exciting than he'd dreamed. Steve has very little control of what's going on right now and honestly, he doesn't want it. He wants the fingers in his hair holding him in place.

When wraps around his length again, it nearly undoes him right then and he's not far off at all though it won't take him long to bounce back if Bucky wants a round two. Or three. His hips jerk steadily between the man's hand and Bucky's cock slamming deep. A few more minutes and his breath hitches, "Bucky, I'm close... I'm.."

[whothehellisbucky]

Bucky wasn't so easily finished off until the spasm of Steve's orgasm, the shudder that ran through him, and the very sound if the blond coming broke the dam. He wasn't as loud as Steve was, but he buried himself to the hilt and moaned towards the ceiling. He could feel every inch of himself tremble in that moment and it was over too quickly. Too entirely quickly.

Long hair dripping with sweat, Bucky pulled out none too gently and dropped back against uneven pillows. That left Steve postured there, ass still in the air, semen slowly dripping down his testicles and thighs.

"I broke your bed," he said with such a blank voice that even Tony was startled by it. So cold. How could anyone be so cold? "Will I be punished?"

All right. Not cold at all. Just....use to getting into trouble for not following every rule.

"Will you be?"

[starspangledspandex]

His groan as he spills himself on Bucky's hand and the bed below is vaguely of the man's name. His hands really do rip the comforter this time and he can't even bring himself to care. He pants heavily, groaning again when Bucky drives in to fill him up and is still catching his breath when the man pulls away. For a few moments, he doesn't even care that he looks like something out of a porno. That had been... Wow. His head tilts toward Bucky at the question and he rolls onto his side, glancing down at the creaking.

The flat voice is terrible after sex. Steve takes a seek breath to clear some of the haze and shakes his head, "No, neither of us will be punished. Worst thing that might happen is Tony teasing us endlessly about it if he finds out how it happened. Otherwise? No. We can do what we want together. We should, uh, probably watch where though. Don't know that I want someone walking in on is in the middle." Steve chuckles slightly, eyes watching Bucky, "Not allowed to be naked outside or in other parts of the tower but in here, in my apartment, you can."

[whothehellisbucky]

The tightness in Bucky's shoulders dropped when Steve confirmed that there would not be any repercussions from what happened and he released the breath he didn't even realize he'd been holding. He sat back up and climbed out of the broken bed before he reached down to pull Steve up as well.

"I won't go naked outside of your apartment," he repeated, as he had always repeated orders, and took Steve by the arm to pull him into the bathroom.

It could have been a little more romantically done and not made the scene look more like a prison shake, but alas. You got what you could get.

Tony exhaled and wiped up. There weren't any cameras in the bathroom.

[starspangledspandex]

He was relieved that the man took him at his word; it showed a measure of trust in Steve that sometimes he wasn't sure existed yet in Bucky's mind. Obviously, things were changing and that was good. He was doing his best to get the man back into the world.

"Alright, good," Steve took his hand and smiled as Bucky pulled him up to standing. He was basically dragged into the bathroom but that was okay. They would work on it. "You're welcome to be naked here as much as you want," he added with a slightly sheepish grin. "I mean, if we have people here you probably shouldn't but otherwise..."

Steve laughed lightly and decided he should clarify, "I'm hitting on you, by the way." He hoped Bucky would understand. It was a new turn of phrase.