FIC: "Haze" - Avengers
The first indication of consciousness was a flash of Bucky’s face, the darkness taking over before he could fully focus on the features of his most missed male lover besides the candy red lips parted slightly. A longer stream of memory passed into his vision, the taunt, thinly muscled body stretched out beneath him, his hands clutching at his shoulder and one wrapped around his dog tags so the metal cord cut into the back of his neck while he moaned against his neck.
Darkness
He could feel pleasure racing through his body as he fought for clarity, gasping as another scene rode its course. Bucky, his hazel eyes almost black was stroking himself while Steve watched, the muscles in his body tensing and cording as Steve lent a hand and Bucky spilled himself on Steve’s cot.
Red lights twinkled in his vision as he could feel a warm wet suction on his member, his body tensing as it brought more flashes, faster this time as he struggled to awaken. Thousands of thoughts, dreams, fantasies and memories spread out in front of him. Bucky biting into Steve’s shoulder as they rutted against each other late at night, the warmth that spread through him at a small smile from across the fox hole. The missions together, holding each other in the cold of winter, the accusing looks from the other soldiers made better by a brush of the hand. Bucky crying his name, his face flushed as he pleasured him in the kitchens, barely managing to pull his pants up and grab a potato before their commanding officer came in. Bucky’s soft adoring features, his eyes, his lips, the way he whispered his name.
The pleasure raced through his body, his eyes fluttering open as his partner sucked harder, swallowing around his length and sending Steve rushing over the cliff of abandonment as he arched off of the soft bamboo sheets. “Bucky!” he cried, his eyes crossing as he slowly sunk into the soft mattress of his lover’s bed, his eyes snapping open as a sharp punch lit his stomach on fire.
He looked up, his eyes widening as heat flooded his face and Tony Stark stared down at him with an incredulous expression, jumping as Jarvis lit the bedroom, depolarizing the windows and greeting them with the time and news as Tony stormed from the room.
Steve groaned, his resent release making his legs weak as he attempted to chase Tony down, “Tony! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to...” he groaned when he heard Tony’s music begin blaring from the garage. “Wonderful, just what I fucking needed,” He grumbled as he glared at the stain on Tony’s sheets and stormed to the shower. Today sucked, quite literally, and it wasn’t even 8.
Completed for now!