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Bucky was drowning.
No, he was falling, plummeting to his death. The snowy landscape below him was about to swallow him, he was about to die, he was about to…
“Bucky!”
Bucky shot up in bed, panting as he took in his surroundings. His heart was pounding. He felt hot and cold all over, but he was here, in a warm bed with a person beside him. Steve.
He was all right. He was in bed, with Steve, at T’Challa’s. Steve was here. Bucky wasn’t falling, he wasn’t back in that chair; he wasn’t in that awful place full of blood and screams. He was free, he was safe.
“Buck,” Steve said, still watching Bucky with a concerned look plastered on his face, “you were havin’ a nightmare, can you remember where you are?”
Bucky turned to Steve and suddenly reached out, pulling the blond into his arms and hugging him tight, as if he was going to be taken away from him again.
“Steve,” Bucky whispered, tears clouding his eyes, holding the other male on his lap, “Stevie. Oh God, baby, you’re here. You’re okay.”
“I’m fine, Buck,” Steve said softly, burying his face in Bucky’s neck as the two of them clung onto each other, like oxygen they needed to breathe, “you were havin’ a nightmare.”
“Stevie, fuck,” Bucky mumbled, cupping Steve’s face, checking him for signs of injuries, “are you okay? I was fallin’…they were gonna hurt you…I couldn’t stop them, I wanted to – fuck. Baby doll, they took you, they – fuck, ‘m sorry.”
Steve nudged his nose against Bucky’s, nuzzling, “Buck, I’m okay. I’m here, look feel my heart.”
Bucky’s flesh hand was pressed to Steve’s chest and there, he could feel it. The strong thump, thump of Steve’s heartbeat, alive and healthy, it was the most relieving feeling Bucky had ever felt.
“Stevie, oh, baby,” Bucky cooed, kissing Steve’s forehead and lowered him back onto the bed, hovering over the blond, “I love you, sweetheart.”
“I love you too, Buck,” Steve sighed, breathlessly and pulled Bucky down for a kiss.
Bucky’s lips were warm and supple, melding against Steve’s like sweets sticky and tasty in the sun, mixing into something better than before. Steve’s eyes closed instantly and Bucky’s followed, opening up his mouth, sucking Steve’s bottom lip into his mouth, nipping and claiming. It progressed within seconds; Bucky’s hands were on Steve’s thighs, spreading his legs which the latter was more than happy to do. Steve’s whimpers were swallowed by Bucky’s mouth, hands fisting in the brunette’s hair when their hips rocked against each others.
“Baby,” Bucky whispered, his voice was husky and breathless, “baby, I wanna…I need, you want to?”
Steve whined and arched underneath Bucky nodding helplessly, “yes, please, Buck.”
Bucky smiled softly, hitching Steve’s legs around his back, grinding against him again. Steve dissolved into a mess of moans, gripping Bucky’s arms and within an hour of teasing, kissing, hands in hair, on hips, and on trembling legs, the warmth of Steve’s body welcomed Bucky’s cock with ease.
Their bodies became one as they always did. Their moans were in sync, breathless pants filled the air, hips dancing against each others, thrusting hard and rough. Steve’s whimpers were high pitched and Bucky’s grunts were loud and growly, hands gripping Steve’s hips tightly.
Steve became a trembling, mewling mess of golden blond hair, blue eyes glazed over, whining over and over, “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky…”
And Bucky felt something primal growing inside him and he rocked hard into Steve one last time, pressing their lips together and they came, panting into each other’s mouths. And fuck, Steve would never get over having sex with Bucky. This was only his second time and he never wanted this wonderful, high feeling to leave. He never wanted to be without Bucky.
He must’ve said that out loud and Bucky promised, while grinding in deep, “never. You’ll never be without me, baby doll.”
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The next morning, Steve woke up pillowed against Bucky’s chest. Sighing happily, he nuzzled closer and clung on a little tighter, mumbling something sleepily.
“Doll?” Bucky chuckled, running his flesh hand up and down Steve’s bare back, “you awake, sweetheart?”
Steve laughed, light and sweet, “…mhmmm, no. Still tired…”
Bucky grinned, hugging Steve closer, “last night was that good, eh?”
“Hmmhmm,” Steve nodded, looking up at Bucky hazily and drawled, “so good.”
“Fuck, Stevie,” Bucky smirked, kissing Steve’s forehead; “lookin’ so innocent and then you say things like that. Baby, I love you.”
“I said nothin’,” Steve replied cheekily, burying his face in Bucky’s neck, wrapping his limbs around Bucky’s body, thick thighs and arms, skin on skin. Both of them smelt like soap and shampoo, after their love making, having spent time in the bathtub.
“God, I love you.”
Steve smiled, whispering breathlessly against Bucky’s neck, “I love you too, Buck.”
“You know you’re perfect,” Bucky said, trailing light fingertips up and down Steve’s back again, “fuck, baby. Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t,” Steve sighed sleepily, happily, “’till the end of the line.”