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Who: Bucky!Cap Barnes
Broadcast: Private to Natasha Romanoff
Action: Bishop, planetside on Lyndia
When: Shortly after the last shuffle (for video & Bishop), anytime during their stopover in the Bix system

[Video: Private to Natasha Romanoff]
Hey, so when's a good time for a fight and a drink?

[Action: Bishop]
[Bucky's new on the Bishop, but it's not like he's never been here before. Anyone who's been here for a week or two might have seen him coming and going from Steve Rogers' room. In fact, now that he's on board, that appears to be where he's headed now, with an armful of clothes and a strange, circular red, white, and blue shield tucked under one arm.

Actually, since his hands are full, he very politely(?) kicks at the hatch to Steve's cabin once he gets there.

Later, he can be found walking the ship, familiarizing himself with the bridge, bathroom, and kitchen - where he's also digging for the coffee grounds and means to make it into actual coffee, because that's really important. Seriously. Coffee is magic.]

[Action: Planetside]
[Bucky also takes the opportunity to stretch his legs on Lyndia. In fact, he takes the opportunity to spend some time outside, because no matter how much the natives of this world warn him, it seems fine to him. Not even a sniffle. So he ends up earning some extra cash, running errands and ferrying supplies from the surface, including hacking away at vines, gutting old wooden buildings, and maybe even seeing if he can't track down said reptilian beast.

Bucky spends his significant earnings largely on food and clothing, because a) he wants to eat things that are not gel and b) he wants to wear things that are not jumpsuits. He is also willing to share the riches with friends, should they run into him.]

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Uh-huh. 'Cause it's such a mess in here, with all your stuff.

[Bucky's having none of it, but it doesn't really matter once they're on the bed. And while he's never been underneath another guy before, he's been in this position with dames, and frankly, it's always been a pretty pleasant one. It's pretty pleasant now, too; Bucky ends up laughing at what Steve's saying, given the double entendre, sliding his hand away from Steve's so he can bury it in the short hair at the back of his best friend's head, instead.] I think it'll do. But - I think maybe we should both get a feel for it.

[He hesitates for a second, just because... because this is different. This isn't something he'd do with a girl - not the first time - because Bucky's a gentleman, and it's just not how it's done. But Steve ain't a girl, and tiptoeing around shit ain't his style, either. Bucky highly, highly suspects that Steve doesn't know what he's doing, and he might end up flustered - hell, they both might - but they've weathered some pretty bad stuff before. He has to trust that if this is too fast, or not what Steve wants, or not what's right for them - they'll weather it, too.

So he glances up at Steve, slides one hand down to touch his hips, and arches his back to give his own hips a roll up into Steve's. Well - fuck, that does feel good, he can't deny it; even though he's not amped up at all yet, they've only just started kissing, there's still this really deep thrill to it and his eyes end up fluttering a little. That makes it easier not to look Steve straight in the eye when he asks,] What do you think?

[The feeling of those hips pressed into his own make Steve's eyes flutter back into his head for a moment. It's a surge of lava through his spine that suddenly has the whole room feeling overheated and close. Steve would have thought he'd dislike the feeling but instead it just makes his head swim. Without even thinking his own hips push down and into Bucky's. He fights against the hand in his hair to lean forward and kiss Bucky hard. Everything else vanishes for a perfect moment as friction makes his body aing.

He moans right against Bucky's lips.]

Yeah...[Unclear as to what he was referring to, Steve takes a breath and focuses a bit harder. ] Yeah. Yeah, I think that it'll be okay. Once we break it in a little...

[It's surreal that this room a little while ago was Looma's. Surreal that within months he's lost most of the crew he met here and was now a Captain with Bucky as his pilot and lover. The Atroma stole him here and gave him this life. They could take it away just as fast too but. Right now he had this life. Had Bucky here beneath him. It was surreal but it was also beautiful.

Steve kisses Bucky again and strokes his hands through his hair.]

I should say I don't have a lot of experience in the...bed testing department. But I'm willing to be a fast study.

[Bucky opens his mouth easily to Steve's kiss, letting out a breath against his lips that's part relief and part pleasure. Steve's pressing back - hell yeah, Steve's pressing back - and it feels fucking amazing. It also tells Bucky that Steve's on board with this, which is - yeah, that's the relief part. This isn't too fast - or, if it is, it's not too fast for them, for this, and that's what actually matters.

Which makes it easy, a second later, to shift enough to loop one leg around the back of Steve's, encouraging him to stay close, to stay right where he is over Bucky, and to keep their hips aligned. Bucky laughs softly, but it's a pleased sound, not one that's really cruel or teasing.] Yeah, I figured. On both counts.

[His next kiss is a little sloppy, on account of the fact that he's grinning a little too much for their lips to connect overly well.] All my experience is with dames, [he admits quietly, gaze flicking up, trying to find Steve's now, to hold it. He's pretty sure Steve knew that - at least, he's pretty sure it would've been true of the Bucky in Steve's world, but he's learned not to assume. So he might as well be honest, and make it clear the only facts he has are about himself.] But we can see if it applies to you, huh?

[He maybe sneaks one of the hands down off Steve's hip now, and slides it over his ass to squeeze unapologetically. These are definitely not first- or even second-date moves, but he kinda figures they're way past that.] You just do what feels good, gorgeous. I think it'll work out okay.

[Steve glows at the pet name. He probably shouldn't but he can't help it. Bucky would always call girls something cute when he was with them. A date could be sweetheart or darling or beautiful. And here he was getting called beautiful just like any of them. It's odd that more than anything else makes their whole relationship feel so much more real than it had before.

He isn't complaining at all.

The hand on his ass makes him yelp a little though. He rolls his eyes but he's still smiling and still eager to learn where this all can go. But between there and here he's content to just keep kissing.]

Gorgeous, am I?

[He pecks at Bucky's lips and gets into a pattern of thrusting his hips in a rolling motion. A lot like his dancing, Steve isn't exactly keeping the tempo all that well. But he's giving it all of his attention as his hands start drifting down. Lower and lower until they reach the hem of his shirt and gives it a tug.]

I'd return the compliment but I just don't know... Gotta see more for an accurate call...

Yeah, you are. Especially when you look like that, [Bucky can't help but say, watching Steve practically light up the room - and feeling utter relief wash through him at the same time, because maybe he wasn't one hundred percent sure how Steve might take being called something like that.

It's true, though - he is, and he's also adorable, which makes Bucky grin broadly when Steve yelps like that. He'd apologize, but Steve doesn't really look like the move warrants an apology, so Bucky pointedly doesn't and instead lets Steve figure out how to keep moving against him.

Well. Steve's trying to figure it out, the poor guy, but it's exactly like his dancing - and his kissing. He's giving it everything he has, and that's what matters, so Bucky doesn't bother correcting him or trying to force a different rhythm (if the one Steve's got can even be called that); instead, he hums thoughtfully when he feels Steve's fingers tangle in the hem of his shirt, and that's when Bucky slides his hands back up Steve's back, slowly, before stretching them over his head.

It definitely feels a little weird, to be the one on their back letting the other undress them. But for Steve? Bucky can do this. Bucky wants to do this.] Well. Are you gonna talk about it all day, then, or what?

[It probably doesn't help that he gives his own hips a pointed roll upward, to punctuate that question. Holy God in Heaven, that feels so fucking good, and it's easier to let himself sink into the feeling and let the worry about the how fall to the wayside, when what they're doing is clearly working.]

[Steve punishes Bucky's sass with a tickle against his ribs. The contact of his fingers against that skin though brings a surge of renewed interest in getting Bucky's clothes off so it doesn't go very long. Steve slides his hands from his friend's waist all the way up to his hands. The shirt falls off to the side and Steve interlocks their fingers and pushes Bucky's against the wall behind his bed. A Steve-shaped restraint.]

Still looking good...

[Steve leans back as far as he can to look over Bucky's chest. It's more than good. Steve's eyes darken as he looks at the familiar body that's now different to him in so many ways. His eyes trail up and meet Bucky's, locking on and holding.

Jesus Christ. He's wanted this. He's wanted this for longer than he even knew. He's been desperate for so long to have his friend but, underneath that, something more had always lurked. Unspoken, unexamined but there. It's only now when Steve has it out in the open that he recognizes it in hundreds of small moments throughout his entire life.

He loves him.

Steve swallows hard around the realization so he doesn't just blurt it out. Instead he smiles, glowing and heated like an ember. That smile swoops in and presses to Bucky's lips in a kiss full of more affection than desperation.

Not that he doesn't still roll his hips. Of course he does. But that's just icing on an incredible, awe-inspiring cake.]

If I'm Captain does that mean I can order you to keep that shirt off? For crew morale.

[It's hot when Steve slides down, pinning Bucky's hands - and the rest of him - the bed. Sure, he's been with dames who did similar things, but they never had the muscle to back it up. Steve, though - Steve definitely does, and it shoots a thrill through Bucky that he hadn't even known he could feel, and already he feels addicted to it. Already he's arching up and pressing kisses right back to Steve's lips, thinking that maybe it's for the best they've never tried this before, but it doesn't mean they maybe weren't really missing out. Maybe there would've been something to trying to keep this secret and quiet.

Even if, Bucky knows, it's better now because they don't have to. Steve's never been great at secret or quiet, and it would've been hell. So he stops worrying about what they might have missed in the past, and starts putting more into making sure they get to enjoy the full extent of it now - at least, until Steve asks that dumb question, and Bucky laughs.

I mean, you can, [he points out, but there's a wicked glint in his eye.] But if I'm Captain America, does that mean I can just ignore your order? You kinda set a precedent, pal.

[And it's now that Bucky's fingers slide down Steve's back, starting to tug at the hem of his shirt, too.] Maybe you should follow my precedent, this time. C'mon. Off.

[Steve laughs and kisses Bucky silent.] Shut up, jerk.

[His shirt comes off and Steve looks unsure for a second, caught between leaning back down and just staring at his friend on display. It's like he remembers but different, too. Here is probably the clearest proof of how this Bucky isn't the one from his timeline exactly:

He looks stronger with all the muscles toned in different places. Like Steve, his shoulders are bulkier from throwing the shield. His legs are thinner, not able to be worked out as hard as frequently. Steve looks him up and down and offers a small, distant smile.

He saw Bucky naked before. So many times. Back then he was thin from lack of food but lithe from the docks. Ever since he came back the Winter Soldier was thick with muscles and worn with scars Steve didn't know about. He's never seen Bucky bare like this even without the pants removed.

It's different. And yet it's also exactly the same.

Steve's smile grows and he blankets Bucky once more, kissing him deeply. His gaze is warm and a little bashful as he pulls back and grins.]

Hey there...

[Well, Bucky shuts up - but his lips stay curved up against Steve's, at least until Steve leans back and pretty much gives him the once-over.

He's certainly not ashamed of his body - not even despite the fact that he doesn't heal as fast or as easily as Steve, that there are a couple of scattered scars from his time in Azzano, and one or two from battles since then, too. He's certainly heavier and more muscled than he was when they were young, mostly because he's getting three (well, more than three) squares a day and working out on the regular. But he's still maybe a touch leaner than the Winter Soldier, and there is the whole lack of a metal arm -

Before his face can fall too much, though, Steve starts to smile; then he's leaning closer, and Bucky's eyes get the chance to flick down and catch at least some little glance of Steve, of that broad, smooth chest and every lean muscle beneath it, before they're kissing.]

Hey there, yourself, [Bucky murmurs, when they do part. He runs a hand up and down Steve's bare back, fingers tracing over the planes, the jut of his shoulderblades, every vertebra in his spine, straight and strong and not curved or crooked, the ribs he can feel but that don't stand out too much, like Steve's did when he was small. Not that Bucky ever touched him like this back then, but he had eyes. He could pretty much count them, whether times were good or bad.] D'you like what you see?

[The question might be trying to sound smug, but there's a little thread of worry in it, too, that maybe Steve doesn't - at least, not as much as he might like if Bucky were... someone else. A different Bucky.]

[This Bucky is the one Steve grew up with in all the ways that really mattered. It means that Steve can tell when he's acting and can tell when he's unsure. Steve's eyes peek up and look at Bucky's face while digesting the question. He's not sure where it's coming from but figures in the end that Bucky might be worried about Steve changing his mind about men. Or at least being intimate with men.

Steve kisses Bucky's neck, his jaw, his shoulder, and then trails his mouth right down to his stomach. He makes his way back up slowly, drifting from side to side so that Bucky is fully covered with these tender kisses. When he can, Steve connects their lips and hums into it.]

I only kissed the pieces I liked. You can toss the rest.

[His smile makes his eyes twinkle in mischief.]

Oh. Wait. Forgot something.

[He starts pecking all over Bucky's face, short and exaggerated.]

Any more dumb questions, sweetheart?

[Bucky isn't sure what Steve's doing, but it's not like he's exactly protesting. It feels fucking good, and he just lets Steve do what he wants, hands slipping loosely through his hair, over his back, until Steve gets back up to his face, and -

He snorts a laugh, but Steve's plan worked, at least - he's relaxing a little, because,] You are fuckin' ridiculous, Rogers. Fuckin', [he repeats, enunciating clearly as his body tenses again, and he slides his legs up to squeeze either side of Steve's waist,] Ridiculous.

[And with that, Bucky grabs on to Steve and shifts his weight, aiming to roll them over and put Steve's back to the bed. And if that works? He's gonna lean down and do exactly what Steve did, trailing kisses over his face, his neck, his torso. Except Bucky? Bucky is a biter, scraping teeth over Steve's perfect, smooth skin, eyes flicking up after the first few to see if this is the right move, or if he just really screwed the pooch here, trying to turn the tables.]

[Steve is about to wrestle it out when Bucky flips them over. It is only due to the feeling of lips against his face and neck that has him surrendering gladly, arching up and into his lover. The teeth make his body shiver. It's just perfect. Steve hasn't even thought about what he would want in a partner for sex but already he's feeling lit on fire by what Bucky can do.

His hands stroke up and down Bucky's back desperate. Steve's nails are scratching without him thinking about it, legs boxing Bucky in. The next time that he comes up, he's going to get dragged in for a kiss that's all heat and lust, now. Steve might not have done this before but his body is learning the right moves.]

I call you 'sweetheart' and you go to my last name? Gettin' tired of me?

[He drags Bucky back in for another kiss in the same spirt as the last.]

I dunno, Barnes. Make a fella feel unwanted.

[This position is a little more familiar, at least - a little, because Bucky's used to being on top, but the part where Steve arches up and he's all taut skin and firm muscle and hard edges and completely different than a woman between Bucky's legs that is totally unfamiliar - and all the more exciting. Because the part where Steve feels desperate and exciting is familiar, at least, because it means Bucky's doing a good job pleasing his partner, whatever the dumb words coming out of Steve's mouth.]

Shut up or I'm just gonna call you Cap, [he laughs, and sits his full weight down on Steve's hips, making the choice to let Steve feel just how into all of this Bucky's body is getting.] Does that feel like I'm tired of you, yet? 'Cause it sure doesn't feel like I'm unwanted to me, from up here.

[He kiss-bites his way back down Steve's jaw and throat, sprinkling a few more over his chest before he asks, a little muffled,] How d'you feel about my hand in your pants?

[This is the part where everything's new... and he wants to make sure the next step is okay to take. If Steve doesn't want to get that close yet, it's fine - Bucky won't say a word, just make his way back up to Steve's mouth.]

[Bucky is hard. Steve moans loud, feeling it. It's proof positive that this is real and mutual and that they're both desperate for more. All the sass drains away as he grips onto Bucky's hips and looks up at him, mystified by the question being asked. He knows the words but too much blood is elsewhere for him to understand context at first. But as a blush blossoms over his cheeks, he gets with the program.]

I think I feel pretty positive about that plan.

[He tilts his hips up, trying to press back against Bucky's own hardness. He can't quite manage a smirk with how his mouth is open, almost at a pant with anticipation. His eyes still sparkle with challenge and playfulness.]

Show me what you like because I intend to return the favor...

[It doesn't take long for Steve's reaction to convince Bucky it wasn't the wrong thing to ask. And that's even before Steve gives his answer out loud. That makes Bucky grin against Steve's neck, even as his own eyes flutter and he makes a quiet sound when Steve just goes for broke and arches up. It feels good - just as good as the look on Steve's face makes him feel, when he pulls back and mirrors that look in Steve's eyes with a grin of his own.

He sits up a little more, to give himself room to work, and gets to work on the button and fly of Steve's pants.] Then maybe you should follow the plan and give me some room to work, punk.

[But Bucky decides that he can both stick his hand into Steve's pants and lean in for a kiss at the same time. He is, after all, capable of multitasking; he captures Steve's lips just seconds before his fingers touch the hot, hard skin of Steve's dick, and he doesn't hesitate at all to wrap his fingers in a loose grip and give him a slow stroke, just to feel things out. It's comforting, to know exactly the shape of what's in his hand and what to do, but he knew what to do for girls, too. He's never done this for a guy, and this isn't just any guy. This is Steve, and he wants to get it right.]

You like it slow or fast? [he murmurs against Steve's lips, giving himself this thing to focus on, and throwing his all into it. Maybe Steve wants to know what Bucky likes... but he figures maybe he can find out by returning the favor. In a minute.]

[Steve can't manage to say anything smart to Bucky. He's not breathing as his fly is brought down and Bucky's hand slips into his pants. It's a foreign and familiar feeling at the same time since, of course he's touched himself. But this is a new hand. It's completely outside of his control and Bucky grips looser and more teasing than he would at the start. It has Steve's eyes shutting in a short flutter and his body going tense as he breathes through the first rush of pleasure. Both of his hands grip into Bucky's shoulders, nails and all.]

I don't know...

[He does know. He knows that, for himself, he takes it fast as though this were something to just get through before going on with his day. Maybe he thought about something but often times it was just nebulous feelings and the idea of being cared for. He's a sap, what did you want? Right now Bucky could probably just hold him and Steve would be a happy camper. But he needs to give some sort of help so, taking a quaking inhale, he manages to come to some decision.]

S-slow, I think. I...haven't. With someone else. So I don't know if fast will...last very long.

[Steve doesn't seem to be able to answer for a minute - and it's one of the cutest things Bucky's ever seen. Granted, he's spent a lifetime thinking that the things Steve does are lots of words other than cute, but it feels allowed right now, given the fact that they're, well, doing this.

Although, he corrects himself, maybe the word he's looking for is hot. Because it's hella hot, the way Steve's fingers curl into his shoulders like that, and the way his breath rushes out of him definitely makes every bit of Bucky tingle.

But he's trying to be a generous boyfriend, here, so he lets Steve think about it and keeps up with what he's doing - and when he gets his answer, he chuckles a little, but it's certainly not mean. He definitely understands.]

I can do slow, [he agrees, tightening his fingers just a little, but not speeding them up in the least, stroking up and down, up and down with a practiced rhythm that's really not practiced at all - except on himself, because he's in the same boat as Steve here, honestly.] And I could be down with, y'know, building up your stamina.

[He grins, whether Steve can see it or not, and arches down for a slow, chaste kiss.] I like the face you're makin'.

[Steve barely kisses back. His mouth just presses to Bucky's as his breathing comes out fast and hard. The tightening of Bucky's fist is a special kind of heaven and his eyes close as he rides through the novelty of it and manages to not lose control, somehow.]

Super...human... [He means it to be a reminder and a teasing warning. Watch what you ask for, Buck. Building his stamina might leave him with a boyfriend that wants to go for hours in the future. God, just the idea makes his toes curl a bit, eyes opening back up to find and pull Bucky back for a better kiss.

He interrupts it with a loud, broken moan that gets ripped out of his throat, body shivering for a second. Yeah. Yeah, this is good. And hearing that Bucky is getting something out of this, too, is nice to know.]

Like my face? [He smiles, flushed and a little dazed.] Can't wait to see yours...

[One of his hands inexpertly drifts down and around, rubbing the palm over Bucky's erection. A hint of where Steve wants to take this.]

[Well, so far so good, it looks like - especially when he's clearly managed to reduce Steve to only a couple of words strung together at a time. Bucky maybe grins a little wickedly - who says he doesn't want a boyfriend who can go for hours? - and tightens his grip just a little more, but still very deliberately doesn't speed it up.

Of course, Steve seems to lack for words, but not for the ability to touch him; Bucky's breath hitches softly, and he makes an encouraging noise in the back of his throat, shifting a little over Steve, giving his hips a slow roll against the firm, flat touch. Steve's hand is hot, and it feels so, so good, and Bucky is all about encouraging him to do a little exploring of his own. They're far better off figuring this out together; so Bucky lets his expression go a little slack, tries to show how good that feels on his face as well as with the steady roll of his hips.] Yeah? Think you're on the right track, then. You can keep going.

[He hadn't been sure whether Steve was more of a taking turns kinda guy. Seems like he's not - and that's pretty appealing.] Pretty sure you hopefully at least know how the process works, [he teases, leaning over again to nip playfully at Steve's nose.]

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Smuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut

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