Summary: All of your friends are having a little getting together at the common room of your dorm and you got the worst question ever from Mark.
A/N: I just really wanted to write some Chris Beck again. I love him, soft and sweet, but also a little tease.
‘So, what is the most sensitive and easily reachable spot on you, Smartie?’ Mark laughed as he poured another drink for you and tossed it across the table.
‘Oh, you are horrible.’ You growled when you realised that he won’t let the topic go. You took the shoot of vodka and pointed to the spot at the back of your neck, above your shoulder. ‘Here. Both sides.’ You confessed and you could feel your cheeks burning. ‘I hate if anyone touches me there.’ The additional one sentence with the deadly look on your face earned you a bit of a silence in the room.
Summary: All of your friends are having a little getting together at the common room of your dorm and you got the worst question ever from Mark.
A/N: I just really wanted to write some Chris Beck again. I love him, soft and sweet, but also a little tease.
‘So, what is the most sensitive and easily reachable spot on you, Smartie?’ Mark laughed as he poured another drink for you and tossed it across the table.
‘Oh, you are horrible.’ You growled when you realised that he won’t let the topic go. You took the shoot of vodka and pointed to the spot at the back of your neck, above your shoulder. ‘Here. Both sides.’ You confessed and you could feel your cheeks burning. ‘I hate if anyone touches me there.’ The additional one sentence with the deadly look on your face earned you a bit of a silence in the room.
You woke up with a headache and sore muscles and ridiculously calm. It was odd until you opened your eyes to suddenly remember everything from the other night. Bucky was sleeping next to you peacefully, in your hotel room, a purple love bite on his neck proving that your memories were real. After a few seconds of staring at his beautiful figures you got out of bed and headed to the shower.
By the time you finished he was sitting at the edge of the bed fully dressed.
‘Hey!’ You laughed a bit awkwardly and walked to the bed to get you phone.
‘Morning!’ He smiled and blushed a little. ‘I-um we shouldn’t have…’
‘No, we shouldn’t…’ You answered a bit too fast, shaking your head but laughing. ‘But we are good, right?’
‘Of course, doll.’ He grinned and stood up walking to the door with you. ‘So, let’s get some breakfast?’
‘Yes, just-um, if it was a mistake anyway, can I have just one more kiss?’ You blurred out, not daring to look at him, anxiously fidgeting with your hair.
‘Yeah, I think, that’s-that’s just fine.’ Bucky breathed, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sweet but longing kiss. It heated up quickly, Bucky pressing your body to the door with one motion. ‘Late breakfast?’ He panted.
‘Totally.’ You nodded feverishly and let him picking you up and carry you back to the bed crawling between your thighs.
You woke up with a headache and sore muscles and ridiculously calm. It was odd until you opened your eyes to suddenly remember everything from the other night. Bucky was sleeping next to you peacefully, in your hotel room, a purple love bite on his neck proving that your memories were real. After a few seconds of staring at his beautiful figures you got out of bed and headed to the shower.
By the time you finished he was sitting at the edge of the bed fully dressed.
‘Hey!’ You laughed a bit awkwardly and walked to the bed to get you phone.
‘Morning!’ He smiled and blushed a little. ‘I-um we shouldn’t have…’
‘No, we shouldn’t…’ You answered a bit too fast, shaking your head but laughing. ‘But we are good, right?’
‘Of course, doll.’ He grinned and stood up walking to the door with you. ‘So, let’s get some breakfast?’
‘Yes, just-um, if it was a mistake anyway, can I have just one more kiss?’ You blurred out, not daring to look at him, anxiously fidgeting with your hair.
‘Yeah, I think, that’s-that’s just fine.’ Bucky breathed, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sweet but longing kiss. It heated up quickly, Bucky pressing your body to the door with one motion. ‘Late breakfast?’ He panted.
‘Totally.’ You nodded feverishly and let him picking you up and carry you back to the bed crawling between your thighs.
Summary: All of your friends are having a little getting together at the common room of your dorm and you got the worst question ever from Mark.
A/N: I just really wanted to write some Chris Beck again. I love him, soft and sweet, but also a little tease.
‘So, what is the most sensitive and easily reachable spot on you, Smartie?’ Mark laughed as he poured another drink for you and tossed it across the table.
‘Oh, you are horrible.’ You growled when you realised that he won’t let the topic go. You took the shoot of vodka and pointed to the spot at the back of your neck, above your shoulder. ‘Here. Both sides.’ You confessed and you could feel your cheeks burning. ‘I hate if anyone touches me there.’ The additional one sentence with the deadly look on your face earned you a bit of a silence in the room.
‘Like this?’ Chris asked laughing and grabbing your hips kept you still until he rubbed his cheeks and lips to that exact sport. His five o’clock shadow deliciously burning your skin, earning a shudder from you immediately. You pulled your shoulder to your neck immediately, pushing him away with an upset groan.
‘I hate you. I thought you are nice!’ You growled, giving him a disappointed look, which made him regret his former decision. ‘I hate when people touch me there.’ You claimed even if it was a lie. You loved it, more than anything, your knees went week in a second, eyes closing and you never could help the obscene moan you made. It would have been way too intimate and embarrassing to anyone to see.
The night went on and you excused yourself to go to the bathroom. As you got out of the common room in your dorm, you could see Chris getting up too.
‘Doll, hey!’ He tried to stop you. ‘I’m sorry.’ He said but you didn’t stop. He speed up his steps to catch you. Strong arms circling around your waist, pulling you to him, his stubble and lips finding your spot in an instant.
You had no problems with Chris doing this to you because you had an obvious thing for him, so did he for you, and it was very obvious to everyone, but neither of you did any moves ever. You were comfortable with being friends, very touchy-handsy friends, even if you felt more, neither of you knew how to take it to the other level.
But, now, no one was around, so you melted into him with an obscene moan which broke free from your lips against your will. Goosebumps formed on your arms and you shuddered a little, just when realisation hit you. ‘Stop!’
Your voice was strict and clear, which calmed you a little, that you didn’t sounded as desperate as you felt.
‘I will stop, if you won’t lie to me.’ He breathed onto your skin. ‘You love this.’ His lips found your neck one more time, alongside with the delicious burn.
‘I do.’ You admitted leaning to him instinctively again. He could have listened to your noises all night long, and the way you shuddered when he touched you, drove him mad. ‘Please, stop.’ You asked this time weakly.
‘I am sorry, doll.’ Chris let you go and you turned to face him. He looked concerned, he was truly sorry for making you feel uncomfortable earlier, but his pretty lips were slightly opened, battling himself on the words. ‘Please, don’t go back.’ He blurred out.’ Please… Please, I need more of this, more of hearing you, more of making you feel good. Please, doll, let me make feel you good.’ Chris looked you in the eye, his steel blue eyes capturing yours, leaving your brain blank and empty.
‘You can’t tell anyone.’ You whispered looking around as you opened your room, pulling him in fast.
Synopsis: Bucky wants to fuck Steve some place very uncomfortable.
A/N: For my #Happy Steve Bingo card. The Prompt was ‘Laughing During Sex’. Bonus points if you get that reference.
Some Place Very Uncomfortable
Steve was attempting to ignore Bucky. He definitely wasn’t making it easy though. His beard tickled his neck as his ghosted his lips down the side of it. Steve twitched slightly in his attempt to ignore the fact that it was actually getting at him. Bucky knew all the right buttons to push. Steve just wished he was as good at choosing the times when to push them. While they were sitting in the vintage Volkswagen Beetle waiting for Sam to return was definitely not the place.
Bucky sucked on the side of Steve’s throat, grazing his teeth over Steve’s skin. Steve’s body was intent on betraying him. A shiver ran down his spine and made his cock jump in his pants. He swatted Bucky away and shifted in the seat. “Quit it, would you?”
Steve was just mere minutes from arriving home, Bucky knew it. He just finished at the doctor which happened to be only two blocks from their shared apartment. He was nervous, very very nervous. He haven’t seen Steve or have talked to him since last night. Last night when they arrived home a bit light headed from the dancing at the local bar. Well, more like Bucky was dancing and Steve was watching him from their table. The way he smiled, how his hips moved to the rhythm and how gently he was holding that pretty dame in his arms. His gaze occasionally meeting with Steve’s, and if the blond man wouldn’t know his friend better he could have think that Bucky was trying to seduce him with those looks, that he wished he could hold Steve like that.
When they arrived home everything happened fast, Steve was laughing than he tripped and Bucky caught him, and then… Then his lips were on Steve’s and fuck, he loved it. Soon they were naked in Bucky’s bed and… Oh, God, he had to cover his burning face with his palms as the more than vivid memories were danging in front of his eyes. Steve kissing him, kissing feverishly down on his body, than seeing his own cock between those thin, red lips and then Stave inside of him, making him feel things he never thought he would, more over crave over and over again.
So what was it? Love or just desire what he was feeling for him?
He run out of time because the door got opened and Steve stormed into the room. His cold hands found Bucky’s cheeks and held him still while he pressed his lips to the warm, plump ones. The kiss was searing but slow, they gave themselves time to savour every second. As the minutes passed their hands were roaming on each other’s body, tugging on shirts and undoing buttons.
‘Bedroom?’ Steve whispered, in an innocently insecure way, what made Bucky’s grip on his fragile hips even stronger.
‘Yes, oh, God, yes!’ Bucky growled with relief. Maybe first if was love what made him be with Steve, but now, now it was desire, burning, hot and he knew that both of them only wanted more.
Steve was just mere minutes from arriving home, Bucky knew it. He just finished at the doctor which happened to be only two blocks from their shared apartment. He was nervous, very very nervous. He haven’t seen Steve or have talked to him since last night. Last night when they arrived home a bit light headed from the dancing at the local bar. Well, more like Bucky was dancing and Steve was watching him from their table. The way he smiled, how his hips moved to the rhythm and how gently he was holding that pretty dame in his arms. His gaze occasionally meeting with Steve’s, and if the blond man wouldn’t know his friend better he could have think that Bucky was trying to seduce him with those looks, that he wished he could hold Steve like that.
When they arrived home everything happened fast, Steve was laughing than he tripped and Bucky caught him, and then… Then his lips were on Steve’s and fuck, he loved it. Soon they were naked in Bucky’s bed and… Oh, God, he had to cover his burning face with his palms as the more than vivid memories were danging in front of his eyes. Steve kissing him, kissing feverishly down on his body, than seeing his own cock between those thin, red lips and then Stave inside of him, making him feel things he never thought he would, more over crave over and over again.
So what was it? Love or just desire what he was feeling for him?
He run out of time because the door got opened and Steve stormed into the room. His cold hands found Bucky’s cheeks and held him still while he pressed his lips to the warm, plump ones. The kiss was searing but slow, they gave themselves time to savour every second. As the minutes passed their hands were roaming on each other’s body, tugging on shirts and undoing buttons.
‘Bedroom?’ Steve whispered, in an innocently insecure way, what made Bucky’s grip on his fragile hips even stronger.
‘Yes, oh, God, yes!’ Bucky growled with relief. Maybe first if was love what made him be with Steve, but now, now it was desire, burning, hot and he knew that both of them only wanted more.
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