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Cause for Apprehension
title: Cause for Apprehension
fandom: Marvel comics
pairing: Steve Rogers (Cap. America)/Bucky Barnes
warnings/comments: if you don't know the Captain America fandom, Bucky *is* old enough to be having sex at this point
summary: Steve's having another weird memory lapse
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Steve should be asleep, he thought he was asleep but everything feels…different, like he fell asleep somewhere else and all of a sudden he’s-- the flap of his tent opens, and he leans up on his cot that isn’t so comfortable, lurches towards his shield.
“Steve, it’s me.” Bucky, his voice not at all groggy, and now Steve can see the perfect outline of his face, his brown eyes wide, a small grin teetering at the edges of his lips.
“Buck, what--?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Steve has heard the answer before, there were many times where the teen couldn’t sleep, whether from adrenaline of an upcoming battle or fear (though the teen would never admit it). Maybe it’s because tomorrow they will make it to Arnhem, and they’ll have to fight their way across one of the bridges.
Bucky steps forwards, turns his head to make sure the tent is closed all the way. “I’ve been thinking a lot, Steve, thinking about the war…our allies, the enemy, you and me. And…I’m sick of thinking.” The brunette sits down on the cot next to the super soldier’s legs. Cap has his arm on his partner’s shoulder in no time, a comforting gesture that he’s preformed time and time again. Bucky looks down at the hand, follows the thick muscles of the arm up to the man’s face. “In a few weeks, Buck, the war will be over, the threat will have passed, and we can go back home.”
“That’s not it, Steve…I know we’ll win, there’s no doubt in my mind…I’ve been thinking about something else entirely.” Bucky’s eyes soften under the shadows of his brow, he smiles fully, leans forward a bit more.
Steve doesn’t move, watches the sidekick purse his lips, and the only thing he can think of is what Bucky has been thinking of. His mind immediately goes to Toro, the two teens are close friends, and wonderful partners in fighting the Nazi regime. From Steve’s standpoint, it seems the two males have shown interest in each other: the way they talk after getting back to camp, discussing things over dinner, spar together, and occasionally touch each other so gently and so secretively that they think no one notices. But Cap notices.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You don’t need my permission, you know that.”
“Hmmm? What? Are…are we on the same page, Steve?”
“This is about you and Thomas, isn’t it?”
And all of a sudden, Bucky’s giggling at the man, turning his head, “Steve? Toro? And me?” He places his hand across his mouth and looks back at the soldier. “That’s not it at all, silly. It’s really not. I would never ask for permission if it was Toro…you should know that.”
“Then who?”
“Hmm…” Bucky’s expression turns back down into a simple grin and he leans on his hands, placed on either side of the man’s legs. “You should know Cap…it’s the person who I’m with most of the time.” Steve blinks once, twice, “You, Steve. I’ve been thinking about me and *you*.”
“Us?”
The teen nods, “Let’s not beat around the bush, Steve. We’re partners, I know you as well as you know yourself. I know.”
“We *are* partners, Buck.”
“I love you, Steve.” Bucky tilts his head, comes forward and attempts to kiss the man on the lips, but Steve turns his head enough, the teen misses.
“Buck, we can’t.”
“It’s not fair.”
“It’s not always fair in war.”
“War!?,” the teen arches his brows, scowl placed instead of the bright smile. “Is that all you think about? What about *being happy*, and getting what you *want*? Forget about that dumb ‘you can look, but you can’t touch’ policy.”
“That’s not what it’s about, Bucky.”
“Then what is *it*, Steve? I’ve fought alongside you for almost three years…I’m only a few years younger then you, I’m old enough to know what I want.”
“I can’t.”
“It’s not like this hasn’t happened with others. Steve, please, I’m sick of sitting alone in my tent, having to think about you and me…and where we stand. I’m right beside you, Steve. When will you realize I’m there?”
Steve’s hands are on the bumps of the teen’s biceps; he squeezes lightly, watches the way Bucky breathes. “Buck…I--”
“Who else do you have out here, Steve?”
He’s right, Steve’s girlfriend isn’t here, she’s in the states. He has no one who really understands him except Bucky. The kid’s gone with him through gunshots and fire, fighting a war that’s greater then the both of them. He’s pretty sure Bucky would do anything for him, because he’d do anything for Bucky.
Bucky kisses him gently, the heat of his lips sizzling along Steve’s. The teen’s lips are soft, a gorgeous pink when he leans back to watch Steve through brown eyes. And now the man can really see that look of longing, silently, now he remembers that expression, how many times Bucky’s had it on display after getting back to camp, waiting patiently for Steve to reply…a sign of something.
He tightens his grip on Bucky’s arms, pulls the teen into another kiss. The brunette’s mouth is wide, he sucks in Steve’s lower lip, mews lightly against the plump piece of flesh. “Steve…can we?”
“Here?”
He’s more then aware the canvas of the tent won’t allow for much privacy when it comes to sound. “I’ll be quiet…I promise.” The teen grins, his nose almost touching Steve’s, a look of playfulness and sincerity on the same face at the same time. And yeah, Bucky can be quiet, Steve knows that better then anyone. He’s the best scout in the army.
Bucky cuddles up a bit closer, runs his cheek against Steve’s collarbone, purrs again. The man never objects, so Bucky’s slipping his jacket off and jerking his wife beater over his head, grinning the entire time.
The kid doesn’t have much when it comes to muscle, he’s fast and that’s really all he needs, besides a sharp knife. Steve’s staring, Bucky’s chuckling lightly, helping the man take off his own tank top. He’s all over Steve’s chest when it’s bare; an expanse of perfect muscle and blonde hair, wide shoulders that lead up to--
Steve’s slouching like he’s worried. “What,” the teen asks, one eyebrow slightly askew. “Nothing.”
“It’s not ever ‘nothing’ with you, Steve-o.”
Steve really doesn’t want to talk about it, he kisses Buck, pulls him onto his lap, cot squeaking. He just has some *odd* feeling.
Bucky’s licking his neck, up to his stubbled jaw line, kissing his lips again. And there’s the kid’s hands unbuttoning Steve’s standard military pants, unzipping, pushing his hand down into the man’s briefs. Steve’s all hot and hard, Bucky moans and strokes a few times slowly. “*Steve*.” Bucky wants the man completely naked *now*. And man, does he want to join him. “Pants. Off.”
The man complies and lets the teen slide the fabric off, lets the brunette slide over his body, grinning, kissing skin. Bucky pushes him down into the cot, straddles his thighs, laughs a bit. “Steve…I want--need you to know…this isn’t a mistake.” The teen’s serious, stroking a hand up Steve’s chest, to the man’s lips. The man grabs onto the skinny wrist and kisses each of Bucky’s fingertips.
“I know.”
He flips them over, Bucky’s only slightly surprised by Steve’s actions. He wraps one hand on the curve of the man’s hip and kisses his cheek. “I need this so bad, Steve.” He’s kept the kid waiting way too long. He lets go of the teen’s wrist and starts removing Bucky’s own basic pants.
When he get the teen all bare, Bucky’s forcing his hips up into Steve’s, running his erection over the man’s. “*Steve*…you’ve been holding out on *me*,” he gasps out jokingly, runs a hand up the man’s shaft. Almost soft hands, and it’s strange for Bucky to be using his hands for this, jacking them off simultaneously, when Steve’s only used to seeing Buck having a knife or tommy in his hands. His skin stands out like bright city lights against the dark skin of their erections.
Bucky moans, shifts, and rams up again. “*Steve*…”
Steve should help, not just watch.
He wraps his hand over one of Bucky’s and moves with him. The teen sighs approvingly. Bucky opens his eyes, like he’s forgotten he closed them in the first place. Steve’s watching with wide blue eyes, blonde hair as mussed as it can get. He kisses Bucky again, groans into the teen’s mouth, moves his hand faster.
Bucky keeps his scream inside, clamps down, comes along both his and Steve’s hands, back arched. “*Cap*…,” he rests his head to the side, worn out.
Bucky’s so beautiful like this.
No, Steve shouldn’t be thinking that.
He wakes up, sweat crawling along his skin, almost startled. Another memory that changes beyond proportion.
He never…with Bucky.
Steve runs a hand over his forehead, sighs and leans back in bed. “Bucky…”
He slides a hand to his S.H.I.E.L.D. communicator, flips a switch, “Sharon.” She groggily replies with his name. “Can you get here as fast as possible?”
fandom: Marvel comics
pairing: Steve Rogers (Cap. America)/Bucky Barnes
warnings/comments: if you don't know the Captain America fandom, Bucky *is* old enough to be having sex at this point
summary: Steve's having another weird memory lapse
~~&
Steve should be asleep, he thought he was asleep but everything feels…different, like he fell asleep somewhere else and all of a sudden he’s-- the flap of his tent opens, and he leans up on his cot that isn’t so comfortable, lurches towards his shield.
“Steve, it’s me.” Bucky, his voice not at all groggy, and now Steve can see the perfect outline of his face, his brown eyes wide, a small grin teetering at the edges of his lips.
“Buck, what--?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” Steve has heard the answer before, there were many times where the teen couldn’t sleep, whether from adrenaline of an upcoming battle or fear (though the teen would never admit it). Maybe it’s because tomorrow they will make it to Arnhem, and they’ll have to fight their way across one of the bridges.
Bucky steps forwards, turns his head to make sure the tent is closed all the way. “I’ve been thinking a lot, Steve, thinking about the war…our allies, the enemy, you and me. And…I’m sick of thinking.” The brunette sits down on the cot next to the super soldier’s legs. Cap has his arm on his partner’s shoulder in no time, a comforting gesture that he’s preformed time and time again. Bucky looks down at the hand, follows the thick muscles of the arm up to the man’s face. “In a few weeks, Buck, the war will be over, the threat will have passed, and we can go back home.”
“That’s not it, Steve…I know we’ll win, there’s no doubt in my mind…I’ve been thinking about something else entirely.” Bucky’s eyes soften under the shadows of his brow, he smiles fully, leans forward a bit more.
Steve doesn’t move, watches the sidekick purse his lips, and the only thing he can think of is what Bucky has been thinking of. His mind immediately goes to Toro, the two teens are close friends, and wonderful partners in fighting the Nazi regime. From Steve’s standpoint, it seems the two males have shown interest in each other: the way they talk after getting back to camp, discussing things over dinner, spar together, and occasionally touch each other so gently and so secretively that they think no one notices. But Cap notices.
“What are you thinking about?”
“You don’t need my permission, you know that.”
“Hmmm? What? Are…are we on the same page, Steve?”
“This is about you and Thomas, isn’t it?”
And all of a sudden, Bucky’s giggling at the man, turning his head, “Steve? Toro? And me?” He places his hand across his mouth and looks back at the soldier. “That’s not it at all, silly. It’s really not. I would never ask for permission if it was Toro…you should know that.”
“Then who?”
“Hmm…” Bucky’s expression turns back down into a simple grin and he leans on his hands, placed on either side of the man’s legs. “You should know Cap…it’s the person who I’m with most of the time.” Steve blinks once, twice, “You, Steve. I’ve been thinking about me and *you*.”
“Us?”
The teen nods, “Let’s not beat around the bush, Steve. We’re partners, I know you as well as you know yourself. I know.”
“We *are* partners, Buck.”
“I love you, Steve.” Bucky tilts his head, comes forward and attempts to kiss the man on the lips, but Steve turns his head enough, the teen misses.
“Buck, we can’t.”
“It’s not fair.”
“It’s not always fair in war.”
“War!?,” the teen arches his brows, scowl placed instead of the bright smile. “Is that all you think about? What about *being happy*, and getting what you *want*? Forget about that dumb ‘you can look, but you can’t touch’ policy.”
“That’s not what it’s about, Bucky.”
“Then what is *it*, Steve? I’ve fought alongside you for almost three years…I’m only a few years younger then you, I’m old enough to know what I want.”
“I can’t.”
“It’s not like this hasn’t happened with others. Steve, please, I’m sick of sitting alone in my tent, having to think about you and me…and where we stand. I’m right beside you, Steve. When will you realize I’m there?”
Steve’s hands are on the bumps of the teen’s biceps; he squeezes lightly, watches the way Bucky breathes. “Buck…I--”
“Who else do you have out here, Steve?”
He’s right, Steve’s girlfriend isn’t here, she’s in the states. He has no one who really understands him except Bucky. The kid’s gone with him through gunshots and fire, fighting a war that’s greater then the both of them. He’s pretty sure Bucky would do anything for him, because he’d do anything for Bucky.
Bucky kisses him gently, the heat of his lips sizzling along Steve’s. The teen’s lips are soft, a gorgeous pink when he leans back to watch Steve through brown eyes. And now the man can really see that look of longing, silently, now he remembers that expression, how many times Bucky’s had it on display after getting back to camp, waiting patiently for Steve to reply…a sign of something.
He tightens his grip on Bucky’s arms, pulls the teen into another kiss. The brunette’s mouth is wide, he sucks in Steve’s lower lip, mews lightly against the plump piece of flesh. “Steve…can we?”
“Here?”
He’s more then aware the canvas of the tent won’t allow for much privacy when it comes to sound. “I’ll be quiet…I promise.” The teen grins, his nose almost touching Steve’s, a look of playfulness and sincerity on the same face at the same time. And yeah, Bucky can be quiet, Steve knows that better then anyone. He’s the best scout in the army.
Bucky cuddles up a bit closer, runs his cheek against Steve’s collarbone, purrs again. The man never objects, so Bucky’s slipping his jacket off and jerking his wife beater over his head, grinning the entire time.
The kid doesn’t have much when it comes to muscle, he’s fast and that’s really all he needs, besides a sharp knife. Steve’s staring, Bucky’s chuckling lightly, helping the man take off his own tank top. He’s all over Steve’s chest when it’s bare; an expanse of perfect muscle and blonde hair, wide shoulders that lead up to--
Steve’s slouching like he’s worried. “What,” the teen asks, one eyebrow slightly askew. “Nothing.”
“It’s not ever ‘nothing’ with you, Steve-o.”
Steve really doesn’t want to talk about it, he kisses Buck, pulls him onto his lap, cot squeaking. He just has some *odd* feeling.
Bucky’s licking his neck, up to his stubbled jaw line, kissing his lips again. And there’s the kid’s hands unbuttoning Steve’s standard military pants, unzipping, pushing his hand down into the man’s briefs. Steve’s all hot and hard, Bucky moans and strokes a few times slowly. “*Steve*.” Bucky wants the man completely naked *now*. And man, does he want to join him. “Pants. Off.”
The man complies and lets the teen slide the fabric off, lets the brunette slide over his body, grinning, kissing skin. Bucky pushes him down into the cot, straddles his thighs, laughs a bit. “Steve…I want--need you to know…this isn’t a mistake.” The teen’s serious, stroking a hand up Steve’s chest, to the man’s lips. The man grabs onto the skinny wrist and kisses each of Bucky’s fingertips.
“I know.”
He flips them over, Bucky’s only slightly surprised by Steve’s actions. He wraps one hand on the curve of the man’s hip and kisses his cheek. “I need this so bad, Steve.” He’s kept the kid waiting way too long. He lets go of the teen’s wrist and starts removing Bucky’s own basic pants.
When he get the teen all bare, Bucky’s forcing his hips up into Steve’s, running his erection over the man’s. “*Steve*…you’ve been holding out on *me*,” he gasps out jokingly, runs a hand up the man’s shaft. Almost soft hands, and it’s strange for Bucky to be using his hands for this, jacking them off simultaneously, when Steve’s only used to seeing Buck having a knife or tommy in his hands. His skin stands out like bright city lights against the dark skin of their erections.
Bucky moans, shifts, and rams up again. “*Steve*…”
Steve should help, not just watch.
He wraps his hand over one of Bucky’s and moves with him. The teen sighs approvingly. Bucky opens his eyes, like he’s forgotten he closed them in the first place. Steve’s watching with wide blue eyes, blonde hair as mussed as it can get. He kisses Bucky again, groans into the teen’s mouth, moves his hand faster.
Bucky keeps his scream inside, clamps down, comes along both his and Steve’s hands, back arched. “*Cap*…,” he rests his head to the side, worn out.
Bucky’s so beautiful like this.
No, Steve shouldn’t be thinking that.
He wakes up, sweat crawling along his skin, almost startled. Another memory that changes beyond proportion.
He never…with Bucky.
Steve runs a hand over his forehead, sighs and leans back in bed. “Bucky…”
He slides a hand to his S.H.I.E.L.D. communicator, flips a switch, “Sharon.” She groggily replies with his name. “Can you get here as fast as possible?”