when we were lions, lovers in combat

Feb 11, 2012 21:37

[ Locked to madefromserum || Romantics verse. }

[ Steve's been driving him mad all morning. General Phillips had left him in charge, and Bucky's been watching him as he runs, the curve of his ass in his trousers, the flex of the muscles in his back. It's a good thing they had sex the night before, or Bucky's hard on would be a little hard to explain. As it is, he ignores the interested twitch his dick gives when Steve starts barking out orders. The last lap is especially a killer, Steve covered in a slick sheen of sweat, and Bucky wants to lick him, can't help the bubble of nervous feeling in his stomach, part excitement.

When they come to a stop, Falsworth asks the Captain if he's going to join them down at base for a drink, but Bucky steps up close, claps a friendly hand on his back and grins. ] The good old Captain's on a promise, Falsie, he said he'd help me work on my tracking skills down in the woods. You know me, one false step and our whole deal's blown.

[ The other man just smiles, jogs after Dugan, and his smile flashes to Steve, mischevious. ] Comin', Cap?
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