Bucky walked back into his bedroom from the kitchen. He had the house to himself. There was no need to lock his bedroom door, he could do whatever he pleased.
A smirk tugged at his lips as he closed the bedroom door behind him, finding T'Challa sprawled out over his bed, mirroring his lips. At the small motion of T'Challas finger to come closer, Bucky's head buzzes at the thoughts that wash over him and walked over.
"T'Challa-" is all Bucky can muster out before he's grabbed by the back of his neck and is pulled down, their mouths fitting together, and a tongue is pressing to the seam of his lips.
Bucky gives back the kiss just as good, his initial 'oomph' of surprise fading into a drawn out moan as he slides his tongue against T'Challas.
The kiss is hot and desperate, hands roaming the others body until Bucky's shorts are shred from his hips and four hands tug off T'Challas shirt eagerly.
T'Challa pressed another hard kiss to Bucky's mouth before flipping them on the bed and draping his muscular body over Bucky's. "Oh my god-" the smaller moans, rocking his pelvis upward to align their clothed erections.
T'Challa groaned, grinding his hips down on Bucky and smirking at the small whimper that falls from his kiss swollen lips. "You like that, hm Buck?" He questioned huskily, grinding down harder.
Bucky mewled, nodding his head. "Y-yes.." he breathed. A small moan falls from his lips as T'Challa dropped his head and started to kiss down Bucky's jaw, swirling his tongue over his collarbone to his shoulder. He then moves lower, tracing a path down the boys chest chest, sucking hard on his nipple, continuing down ever lower until he reaches Bucky's navel and cautiously swirling his tongue inside.
Bucky moaned, threading his hand through T'Challas curls as his body started to quiver. T'Challa smirked against his skin and moved lower, pressing his full lips to one hipbone, then the other. Knowing Bucky wanted more, he chuckled lowly and brings his face back up to the boys lips.
Bucky whines in annoyance, earning a small tug of his hair and a forceful kiss to his lips. T'Challa easily slips his tongue into the boys mouth, sliding them together as he grinded their hips together. The boy broke the kiss with a gasp, feeling the other nose his way down Bucky's neck once more, sucking hard at the junction of his shoulder, and Bucky couldn't help but let out another whine, his fingers gripping hard against T'Challas biceps, back, anything in reach.
"Touch me, please, T'Challa, just- ohhh." Bucky arches his back, his hips rolling instinctively to press himself further into T'Challas hand where it is curled around his cock, noticing his boxers were tugged down his hips.
T'Challa wastes no time in stroking him hard and fast, swiping his thumb over the head before tracing the underside of it lightly with his nail. Bucky whimpered, throwing his head back harshly against the bed as he was driven closer and closer to the edge.
Noticing how surprisingly close Bucky was, T'Challa quickened his pace and smirking at the grateful mewl that leaves the others lips.
With his other hand, T'Challa reaches down, kneading the rounded globe of Bucky's ass and sucked hard at a pulse point. That simple action drives Bucky over the edge. His vision goes white around the edges as he shoots his release between their bodies, not caring that he was whispering T'Challas name over and over and over again.
In the mist of his mewls and whimpers, Bucky's phone goes off from his bedside table and both teens freeze. His eyes shoot open and T'Challa removes his hand from Bucky's lower region, grabbing the phone for him and scrunching his eyebrows up at the name.
"Who the fuck is Steve?" He questions, declining the call and handing the phone over to Bucky before climbing off of him.
Bucky's eyes grow wide. "Oh.. he's just a friend." He explains, turning off his phone that had ruined their moment and grabbed them each a towel from the bathroom.
T'Challa snatched it from the boys grasp and wiped his chest. "Yeah, a friend with a heart by his name."
Bucky rolled his eyes at the others jealousy and grabs his phone. "T'Challa, Steve is a friend of mine, and if you can't seem to recall, we're not together, you can't get angry just cause I've got a heart by a friends name."
"I- sorry..." he whispers. "I.. I don't know what came over me.."
"It's fine just... don't do it again."
"I'm won't, I'm sorry.. do you uh.. wanna continue?"
Bucky shook his head. "No.. I think I'm gonna go have a shower... you can watch a movie or something while I'm in.." He was mad. Very mad.
T'Challa gave a sad nod and watched the boy leave the room and go into the connected bathroom. He'd fucked up big time.
*************
"I don't know what the hell was wrong with him." Bucky sighed, pacing back and forth over Steve's porch. Steve stayed leaning up against the doorframe and frowned at the teen, watching as he walked to and forth with his hand in his hair. He did not look happy. "He just got so jealous all of a sudden at seeing your name.. I don't get why! We aren't even in a relationship!"
Steve removed himself from his space in the doorway and made his way over to Bucky, stopping him in his tracks. He placed his hands on the boys shoulders and sighed. "Bucky, this happens all the time." He explained, fighting the smirk that wanted to line his lips at hearing his doing annoying the others boyfriend. "Our significant others— I mean, our friends who still have feelings for us get jealous a lot. I know I probably would if I were with someone and saw another guys or girls contact name I didn't know. So don't stress about it.. he did say he wouldn't do it again, right?"
Bucky nodded slowly.
"Well that means he won't do it again. And if he does, I guess you'll just have to talk to him about trust.."
At those words, an idea struck in Steve's mind. He made the boys boyfriend? Friend? Friend with benefits? Whatever he was, he made him jealous.. angry.. then he would continue on with what he was doing. That's what it may take. "Thanks for listening to my stupid little rant.." The boy mumbled, looking up at the taller with a smile. "It's nice to know that I have someone to listen to my problems and can actually like.. relate."
Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "Of course, I'm here whenever you need me. Also.. I'm really sorry about Sam yesterday and him laughing at you.."
A blush erupted over the boys cheeks. "O-oh... it's fine... I'm sorry for almost bloody falling to the floor and whacking into your chest.. Nat and Wanda just love embarrassing me whenever they can.."
"Doll, it's fine. Sam did shove me too.. I know what they were trying to do but I told Sam that you were in a relationship.."
Bucky's heart seemed to drop at the other man's words. "We're not in a relationship, Steve. Just friends."
An awkward silence grew between both boys as they got lost in the others eyes. Steve only now noticed the small shades of greens and greys hiding behind Bucky's icy blue eyes, almost as if God couldn't decide on the colour and decided to make the boy even more beautiful then he already was. He noticed how long his lashes were, how Bucky seemed to blush any time he was around Steve and made his multicoloured eyes pop. The curve of his lips, sunk in collarbones. He was... gorgeous.
Bucky felt his cheeks go red at Steve's lingering gaze, gazing his eyes elsewhere and bowing his head. Steve frowned, placing a gentle finger under the boys chin. He lifted his head so that their eyes locked and smiled softly, tracing his thumb over his lower lip and had to stop himself from kissing Bucky right then and there. It wouldn't be fair.
Bucky cleared his throat and smiled shyly at Steve. "I Uh.. I.. I think I should go.. maybe talk to T'Challa later about what happened.."
"Oh.. yeah yeah.. g-
Steve was cut off by the loud ringing of a phone. Bucky froze, feeling the vibration against his thigh and pulled his phone out, quickly apologising to the other before answering the call.
"Bruce? What's up?"
"Bucky! I need your help like now!" Bruce yelled, and Bucky could hear the anxiousness in his tone. Turning his back to the other male, Bucky went into best friend mode and replied.
"Yes? Tell me."
"I- I don't know how to ask Nat out! Like- we barely got to talking about us and all I know is that she likes me back!! What do I do?!"
Bucky sighed. "Bruce, breathe. Don't overthink this, okay? I'm here to help. Now. What's one of Nats favourite things to get at the diner?"
"Uh.. a milkshake, why?" Bruce questioned, confused. What was his friend playing at.
"Well, how about this. Get a milkshake from the diner, place it on her doorstep with a note on it saying 'do you wanna get another one with me? Maybe see how we work together?' And Wait for her to call out to you and see what she says."
A gasp was heard from the other line. "HOLY FUCKING- that's an amazing idea! Thank you so much Buck!"
Bucky chuckled. "No problem, B. Text me what she says."
"I will! Thanks again!"
The line went dead and Bucky shook his head with a small grin, turning back around to face Steve who mirrored his lips. "I'm so sorry about that.." he mumbled. "A friend didn't know how to ask a girl out.."
Steve laughed. "It's fine, that was actually a pretty good idea. Maybe I should go to you next time I need ideas."
The comment made Bucky's heart sink. He covered up the small frown that had made its way onto his lips with a fake smile and scratched the back of his neck. "I should.. I should get going.. dad will probably need my help with some jobs.."
"Right- Course. Tell me how your friend goes with the girl."
The boy nodded. "I will. See you Stevie."
"Bye- Oh!" Steve bellowed, stopping the boy in his tracks. "text me later on if you've got any ideas with how I could protect my horse.."
"Yep. Will do. See ya."
"Bye."
Steve watched with wide eyes as Bucky turned on his heel and walked off of the porch, gaze trailing down to the boys ass. God. He looked good in tight jeans. Steve had to once again hold himself back from chasing after the boy, closing his eyes and imagining what it would feel like to be able to grasp Bucky's ass whenever and wherever he wanted. His blue eyes shot open at that thought and he raced inside, slamming the wooden door harshly behind himself before falling back against it. Steve looked up at the ceiling in defeat, knocking his head against the door with a groan. Sam was right. He was falling. And he was falling hard.
He knew he shouldn't think about Bucky in this way. He was taken and seemed happy. But he couldn't stop thinking about that ass. That if he were with Bucky, he could grasp it whenever and wherever he wanted, bending him over and running his hands over his thick ass.
Laying down onto his large bed, Steve closed his eyes and allowed the images of Bucky's gorgeous face and beautiful small body flood through his mind. He imagined running his hands all over him, seeing how many noises he could force out of those plump lips.
Would Bucky be a screamer, a breather or something in between or maybe even a little bit of all of them. Would Bucky be into the things he is doing? Would he find it hot if Steve wore his army uniform and ordered him on his knees?
Steve felt his dick jump to life at the image of Bucky, down on his knees in front of Steve, hands behind his back as he looked up at him with those big innocent eyes. Steve imagines running his fingers through Bucky's long, thick hair, gripping at it tightly and making him wince in just the right way. He would show Bucky how a real man makes you feel, not like that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend he had. Who left him fuming and ranting to Steve, who seemingly always made him feel better.
Steve unbuttoned his navy coloured jeans, his cock pressing hard against the zipper. He slowly slid down the zipper, closing his eyes once more and imaging Bucky, teeth caught between the zipper, tugging it down eagerly yet slowly, as if to tease the other.
The ex soldier grasped his thick cock in the palm of his hand, imagining Bucky wrapping those soft, pretty pink lips around his length and swiping his tongue on the underside of it.
Steve would push his head down, make him take it rough and fast, watching with a smirk as the boys eyes would water and the room would be filled with his whimpers and chokes.
Steve wouldn't stop then. He would force Bucky's mouth further down his cock, thrusting at too fast of a pace that it would slide down his throat and get to the point that Bucky was squirming and hitting him.
Then, Steve would punish him.
He would drape the boy over his table, pressing down on his back and watching it arch before launching his hand down against his ass. Bucky would cry out and whimper at the blows, and Steve would spreed his thick ass cheeks and fuck that bound to be tight, little hole of his.
Steve sped up the pace of his hand against his length, running his thumb over the slit and letting out a loud groan. God, he would wrap his hand around that throat of Bucky's, leaning over him and squeezing tightly. Whispering into his ear and making him squirm.
Bucky would moan and whimper, his body writhing under Steve's fast pace. Tears would seep down his hot cheeks, and down over Steve's hand that was still wrapped tightly around his throat.
The image made the man groan and shoot his release over his hand and abs, the hot white coloured liquid trickling down his stomach and onto the sheets. Pants left Steve's agape mouth, eyes still fluttered shut as he calmed down from his high.
Cutting Steve from his daze was a loud knock at his front door. His eyes shot open, breath hitching in his throat. Shit. Shit shit shit.
"Steve?" Sam's voice called from the other side of the door, still knocking. "You home dude?"
Steve gulped. He shot up from his bed, ripping his clothes from his sticky body and turned the shower on. He quickly sprayed himself with the water, ridding himself of the evidence of his activities prior and wetting his hair and turned off the shower.
Hearing the water shut off, Sam shrugged and made his way inside of his best friends home. He set down his car keys atop the dining table, waving softly at Blaze who was munching on carrots through the kitchen window. God Steve, why don't you just let the bloody horse inside of the house.
Steve heard the patter of footsteps on the wooden floors, and quickly wrapped a towel around himself before shoving the door open and smiling over at Sam. "Oh- hey man. Sorry, didn't hear you knocking." He lied with a chuckle, making his way over to his dresser.
Sam chuckled. "Course you didn't. Your ears are still filled with mud and sand from those stupid stunts you'd pull." He spoke the truth. Back when he and Sam were in the army, Steve would always be the one to pull stunts and jump on fake grenades. Bloody stupid if you ask Sam and Peggy.
"Hey! Nobody else was gonna do it! If it was real, I would've saved you and all those other guys' asses."
"True. But then I would've lost my best friend." The other pointed out, leaning up against the windowsill.
"Okay, that's one of the nicest things you've said to me in ages. What's up?" Steve asked, slipping on a shirt and some boxers.
Sam gave a fake look of hurt. "Am I not allowed to be nice to my friend?" He stated. Steve playfully rolled his eyes, chucking on a pair of track pants before standing opposite his friend, arms crossed.
"Sam."
"Fine." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "I feel.. I feel like it's a bad idea that you're getting so close to that kid, Steve."
"What? Why?"
"I dunno.. he's only seventeen. You're twenty one. And he's a bit.. suicidal or some shit? I don't want you getting dragged into that."
"So what if there's a four year difference Sam? And? That's none of your business whether or not he's got some.. problems. And why is it bad if I get dragged into it?"
"Because! Ugh! You could go back to the way you were. When your PTSD was really bad.. well.. worse then it is now! I don't want you to go back to the way you were! You weren't happy. You were in a really bad headspace."
"All the more reason for me to help the kid. I put him through that shit with loosing his arm. I saved him from killing himself. I want to help him and there's nothing you can do or say that will stop me."
Sam rolled his eyes but sighed. Steve was right. He couldn't stop him. He could only warn him of the consequences and tell him 'I told you so' whenever something happens. He placed his hands up in surrender. "Okay okay.. I was just looking out for you."
Steve sighed himself. "I know you are, but I can take care of myself, Sam. I live by myself in the bloody woods for God's sakes! So there's no need to worry. If things get too intense... I'll... I'll step away for awhile. Let the kid sort things out on his own."
"Okay. Good."
Sam pulled the other into a quick hug. Patting Steve's back, his eyes gazed over to his messy bed that was usually made and saw the stains on the sheets. Sam quickly pulled away from Steve and grimaced. "Oh hell no, asshole!" He yelled, pointing over at the bed. "Were you.. were you thinking about that kid!?"
Steve gulped. "Wh-What? N.no.."
"STEVE!"
**********
All jobs aside, Bucky trudged tiredly into his bedroom and bellyflopped onto his bed. He was absolutely exhausted. Tony had him do an unholy amount of jobs while he lounged around the house with Stephen, every so often coming outside to make sure that Bucky was okay and wasn't getting sunburnt. At least his father considered his health.
With a soft groan, Bucky rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He placed his arm over his tiny stomach, dragging his hand up and over his prominent rib cage and all the way down to his hip bones. Steve was right. He was skinny.
Bucky then thought back before the accident. Back to when he was starting to like his body, even though he didn't have as much muscle definition as he wanted, he still liked it. He couldn't help but think about how he wanted to get into fitness, maybe sign up for a gym membership, Hell, even get a personal trainer if able to.
He just wanted to... love his body again. If he started there... then maybe.. just maybe.. he would grow more confident in his missing limb. With that thought in mind, Bucky grabbed his laptop from under his bed and tapped in the code. He double clicked onto google, typing in 'building muscle with only one arm', eyes blowing wide at some of the results.
Boxing? He thought to himself. How the fuck can I do boxing with one arm?
He clicked onto another article this time, reading the suggestions and nodding in approval. Bucky could most likely start up doing these exercises around the ranch, with the help of his dad and 'uncles' before he was able to gain enough money to start to pay for a gym membership.
Cause there was no way in hell was he asking his father to pay. He had done enough for Bucky.
Bucky decided to open up a word document and copy and paste the workouts onto it, adding in the reps that the website had suggested and the rest times in between. He then searched up 'how to get fit' and added in the suggestions into the document. It would be hard to convince himself to go on runs, but maybe Nat or even T'Challa would like to do it with him?
With a smile, Bucky reached for his phone to flick the girl a text about the fitness, when his laptop erupted with a FaceTime call and caused the boy to squeal. "Jesus Christ!" He hissed to himself, sitting up straight with his phone still grasped in his hand to see who it was that was calling him.
T'Challa
Oh god...
Placing down his phone, Bucky pressed accept on the call and waited for it to connect. He had no idea how this was going to go, all he knew was that he didn't exactly need to apologise.
"Hey." T'Challa practically whispered. Bucky smiled over at him, his heart instantly racing at the sight of T'Challa looking as if he had just gone for the biggest run in his life. He looked hot. Bucky quickly refrained his senses and shook his head.
"Hey, T. What's up?" His voice had gone unknowingly high pitched, and his cheeks reddened at the thought.
T'Challa smiled shyly. "I uh... I wanted to apologise again for yesterday.. I never should've gotten so jealous. That Steve guy has been helping you with a lot of stuff and I never took into consideration that he was the one that saved you that night.. I'm so sorry. And we aren't even in a relationship.."
Bucky was gone after that apology. He couldn't stay mad. Not when T'Challa looked like a lost puppy. "It's okay. Maybe... maybe this was a bad idea..."
"What!" T'Challa yells. "No! No... it's not! I just.. I need to refrain myself. It's okay if you like Steve. If you do, that is."
"Really?"
"Yes."
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~ Maddi❤️