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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers 
Word Count: 1.2k+
Warning: Fluff, a looot of fluff and love

Summary: It is still hard for Bucky to trust himself, but he is getting better and better, letting Steve close.

A/N: The idea come from listening this song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BL5NTxl5rU
A guy was playing it in the cafeteria at the uni, and it was so beautiful!

It was almost
a year ago since Bucky come back to Steve’s life and half year ago since he was
out of the hibernation. They were always tip toeing around each other, sharing
small touches, but nothing serious. Steve occasionally put his arm around Bucky’s
shoulder, trying to reassure him, but it was mostly like this. They rarely
shared a hug, when Bucky’s need for some warm, gentle touch from Steve become
unbearable, but nothing more.

However, by
now they were sharing a room. A room but not a bed. T’challa offered it immediately,
when they arrived to Wakanda, but Bucky refused, saying that he didn’t trust
himself, and didn’t want to hurt Steve. This changed approximately two months ago,
when they just started to fall asleep in each other’s room, on the couch, after
talking for hours. Then Bucky offered, that maybe Steve could start to use the
other bed in his room. Now touches were a bit more often between the two of
them. A little stroke on the shoulder, the upper arm, or lightly tourching
their hands occasionally and intentionally. It was only two months ago, and now
sometimes they were sleeping together. It was just so much easier falling
asleep in each other’s arms, skin against skin, pressed together, just like
before the war, when it was just the two of them what mattered.

Right now,
they were sitting on the terrace, under the stars shoulder against shoulder,
taking in the infinite night sky. Someone was playing on the piano in one of
the salons not far from their room, and it was magical. Just the piano itself,
playing beautiful melodies over and over again. They were lightheaded by the
beauty of the sky, the music, the closeness of the other one and the love they
shared since they remembered.

Bucky
leaned his head onto Steve’s shoulder humming contently when the blond man was
peppering his soft locks with gentle kisses. It felt so nice, so warm, so safe.
Just the two of them, alone, hiding from the world.

Bucky lift
his head a little to feel Steve’s kisses on his forehead and down on his
cheeks. He turned his head a little to face with him, binging his flesh hand to
Steve’s neck, touching it with his fingertips. Steve’s breath was hot against
his lips as he crossed them to pepper with kisses the other side of his face
too. Bucky’s breathing got heavier and uneven. The music got more and more
passionate taking his thoughts to with itself.

‘Steve.’ He
breathed quietly, his steel blue eyes opening, and fixating on the other man’s
pink lips. It was only a second while his gaze travelled up on Steve’s face to
look him in the eye. They were filled with lust, pupils dilated, slowly
traveling on Bucky’s face just to return back to his lips in every second. ‘Kiss
me!’ He asked, and he sounded so desperate, helpless and weak at that moment.
He didn’t dare to do it, but he wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else
ever in his life. Just to feel those full lips on his finally, just to become
Steve’s again.

The blond
man didn’t say a thing, just leaned closer, making Bucky sight and stare on his
lips. He loved his friend so much it hurt, but he promised to be patient to him,
to wait until he was ready, and now he was. Bucky leaned in too, waiting for
Steve to close the distance between them which he did.

Steve
softly pressed his lips against Bucky’s, capturing his bottom lips and the
upper one too. Both of them sighed and whimpered into the kiss. First it was short,
only a couple of seconds, only soft, featherlight touches, but Bucky didn’t
protest. When Steve let him go, he leaned in, pulling him back onto his lips,
parting them slightly, to give Steve the place for kissing him properly. It was
firstly slow, they were gently tasting each other, exploring again the oh, so
familiar lips. The piano got faster, carrying them away.

Bucky
opened his mouth, pulling Steve closer by the back of his head, pressing his
lips onto the full, red ones hungrily. It felt like everything stopped
existing. It was just them, the music and the tingly, warm feeling on their
lips, as they were playing with each other.

‘Bucky, oh
Bucky…’ Steve cried when they let each other go for a second, still pressing
their foreheads together.

‘I’m here
Steve, and I’m not going anywhere, I promise!’ Bucky whispered onto the warm
lips against his own, as Steve kissed him again passionately. Nothing mattered
now. They were caressing each other’s lips, desperately trying to catch up with
all the lost time of the last 70 years. Steve’s tongue slid into Bucky’s mouth
making him softly moan, as it was stroking his. Oh, dear god! How long was it
since they were so close to each other? How long since they could just let it
go and let their emotions drove their actions. Just like now. Steve’s fingers
carded through Bucky’s long locks, which was a new sensation, but he didn’t
mind it. The kiss was electric, sending waves of pleasure and desire through
their veins. Their kiss was graphic, sometimes only teeth and tongue, soft
moans and groans as they bit on the plump bottom lips or sucked it in their
mouth.

‘Bucky,
Bucky, my Bucky!’ His name was like a mantra for Steve at this night, as
nothing else was in his head except this one word.

‘I’m here,
Steve, and I love you, so much!’ His voice was shaky and weak, and Steve just
noticed it’s reason in the next second. Bucky’s face was wet from his hot tears
running down on his cheeks, and landing on Steve’s hand which held the stubbled
cheekbones. He pressed his lips furiously to Bucky’s, kissing him with all his
love, trying to calm him, but it never got better. The happy, relieved tears
were just escaping Bucky’s eyes. Finally, he was here, here with Steve, safe
and alive.

‘I love
you, too Buck!’ He whispered when he let his boyfriend go for a second. ‘I love
you so much!’ He laughed, because it was just unbelievable. This whole
situation, with the night sky, the music and with Bucky, his Bucky.

The man he
loved for years, and lost, and grieved, he was back. He was here with him. He
could feel his hands in his hair and on his neck, and he could tighten his grip
around his biceps and in his long hair. He was here, kissing him, promising to
stay and saying he loved him. Maybe this Bucky was not the same and never will
be the one he lost once, but he loved this one too, endlessly, and was willing
to do everything for him.

‘You know,
maybe we could ask T’challa about that shared bed again.’ The dark-haired man
suggested, with a shy smile on his face. ‘I’m not saying that we will fall
asleep tangled around each other every night, but some nights yes, we definitely
will. Like today.’ He laughed before kissing Steve again, who was just beyond happiness.
Bucky was here, utterly alive and utterly his.