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.
So, I am extremely pissed, because I am pretty much into this all organic and recycled clothing topic, to wear ethical, etc. It is still not perfect, I till buy stuff from non-ethical/organic producers but I try my best to find the best way, because I do believe that on a long term our life is depending on it.
(I’m really pissed right now. Off topic)
I’ll not foreshadow anything when and how we all gonna die because of this. We all gonna die that’s for sure, but I don’t know how and when, ofc. Still I think we are going to the wrong way and slowly but surely killing our beautiful planet.
I know that these products are quite expensive and not everyone can afford them, but I do think that after a certain level of income one should be thinking about this too. They should think about the future.
So, when one says he/she thinks it’s stupid to give that much money on these products, because he/she’d rather think about their kids and buy some stuff for them from that extra price to make them happy I always wonder whether they can think even a minute ahead?
I am thinking about the well being of the next generation too, I am thinking about them being happy too, because a new toy will be quite unnecessary when the air pollution will be too massive to go out, or the water will be not enough to drink enough every day, or have a shower.
So, I always want to ask these people whether they really think of that kid’s well being by buying them new (and very unnecessary stuff, which the kid don’t even asked for they just buy it because maybe it will be good later, but maybe they will just throw it away) stuff over and over?
If you do care about you children, than think about their future, when they will be 40-50. They still will be your children, but maybe they won’t have a future.
‘Someone got very lucky!’ Bucky smirked at Peggy after Steve excused himself and let them alone for a few minutes.
‘Interesting, I wanted to say the same thing to you!’ Peggy crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned to the bar, with raised brows.
‘Who?’ Bucky looked around in the bar. ‘Come on, Agent Carter, I can see the way Steve looks at you. He clearly has a thing for you, miss.’ He sipped from his drink closing his eyes, to hid his painful gaze.
‘It is weird because I can see the way he looks at you, and I can hear how Captain Rogers talks about you, Sergeant Barnes, and I must say you are the one who got lucky.’ Peggy smiled kindly, giving a once over to Bucky. ‘Steve is very fond of you.’ She basically whispered the words, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s face as his eyes opened wide in surprise.
‘We are best friends since school.’ He laughed, turning his head towards the bar to hide his clearly visible blush. ‘Anyway maybe you should hear all the things Steve says about you, Agent Carter, and about the way he feels when he is a round you.’ He looked at the young woman in front of him, desperately trying to talk about her rather than himself and Steve.
‘That might be true, yet I am not the one he goes to bed with at the end of the day.’ Peggy was surprisingly calm, kindly smiling to the desperate men in front of her. ‘I am a special agent, Sergeant Barnes, I can see things others don’t, and I must say you got to be the lucky one here.’
‘Someone got very lucky!’ Bucky smirked at Peggy after Steve excused himself and let them alone for a few minutes.
‘Interesting, I wanted to say the same thing to you!’ Peggy crossed her arms in front of her chest and leaned to the bar, with raised brows.
‘Who?’ Bucky looked around in the bar. ‘Come on, Agent Carter, I can see the way Steve looks at you. He clearly has a thing for you, miss.’ He sipped from his drink closing his eyes, to hid his painful gaze.
‘It is weird because I can see the way he looks at you, and I can hear how Captain Rogers talks about you, Sergeant Barnes, and I must say you are the one who got lucky.’ Peggy smiled kindly, giving a once over to Bucky. ‘Steve is very fond of you.’ She basically whispered the words, her eyes never leaving Bucky’s face as his eyes opened wide in surprise.
‘We are best friends since school.’ He laughed, turning his head towards the bar to hide his clearly visible blush. ‘Anyway maybe you should hear all the things Steve says about you, Agent Carter, and about the way he feels when he is a round you.’ He looked at the young woman in front of him, desperately trying to talk about her rather than himself and Steve.
‘That might be true, yet I am not the one he goes to bed with at the end of the day.’ Peggy was surprisingly calm, kindly smiling to the desperate men in front of her. ‘I am a special agent, Sergeant Barnes, I can see things others don’t, and I must say you got to be the lucky one here.’
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