Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Word Count: 2.8k+ Warning: Fluff, smut (oral, male giving and receiving, hand job for both of them at the same time)
Summary: It is still hard for Bucky to trust himself, but he is getting better and better, letting Steve close. As he gets more and more comfortable with the new stage of their relationship, Bucky needs less time to move further into their relationship.
A/N: This is the little bit smuttier second part of the My Bucky fic, which was more about their feelings, and was more romantic too.
Two weeks
passed since their first kiss and it changed so many things between them.
First, Steve was careful, he didn’t dare to kiss Bucky on every occasion when
the mood hit him. He still wanted to give him the time and space he needed,
however Bucky never failed kiss him back sharing his enthusiasm when he let his
emotions carry him away. It took a couple of days when kissing become essential
between them. When Bucky become comfortable enough with this new type of touch
and the sensation it gave him, he couldn’t stop. The closeness and the intimacy
kissing Steve gave him surpassed every kind of therapy ever was offered to him.
It made him trust himself more, his own mind and actions. He just needed to
kiss Steve when they woke up, when they passed each other at the corridor, when
they were training, and no one was looking. They kissed before going to bed and
before falling asleep. The shared bed was more than comfortable. The only thing
Steve needed to do was to reach out and hold Bucky half asleep, comforting him,
and preventing him getting his nightmares. Even when it happened, he was there,
he could hold and calm Bucky when he woke up in the middle of the night covered
in cold sweat, shaking. It wasn’t easy, but it made them feel safe, cared about
and loved.
You were sitting on the kitchen counter, right at the edge, next to the window. Your eyes were tracing on the street in front of you. It was at least 2 am but it didn’t matter. You will be jet lag tomorrow anyways. You were breathing even, just staring at the dark street with the oranges lights. There were a few people and some cars, but in general everything was calm. Calm. As calm as New York could be. You sighed and let your head fall between your shoulders. You really didn’t wanted to leave. That’s why you were siting here, wanting to remember as much as it was possible. You spent four fast, exciting months here in a project and now it was time to go. You shook your head and glared at the closed door at the other side of the kitchen before turning back to the street. You didn’t know how to say goodbye. Not now, not to him.
You had no idea how much time passed, when your could hear the closed door open and quiet footsteps getting closer and closer to you.
‘Are you alright?’ You heard the sleepy yet worried voice in front of you.
‘Yeah. It’s… I can’t sleep.’ You shrugged your shoulder slowly before turning your head to look at Sebastian. You gave yourself a minute to take in the site of his. The messy hair, the kind smile and the worried, sleepy eyes. ‘I can’t leave.’ You sighed.
He didn’t said anything just quietly looked at you, the blue eyes lazily took in your figure. You were wearing some, warm, knitted stockings which ended above your knee, and one of his black shirts, which was way too big for you. Your hair fall over your shoulders softly and your eyes had an unusual glow, as it reflected the lights of the street.
Tetralea 