My American Soldier (Stucky Fanfic)

What Should I Feel? Chapt 21

•Steve's pov• warning smut!

Time Skips A Week Later~~

I just dropped Peter off to school and me and Bucky are heading back home sine we have nothing better else to do.

It's going to be an hour drive,

"Do you ever play music?" Bucky asked me I could see from the corner of my eye him pressing the music button.

Some jazz music started playing, "Not really the music type of guy." I admitted.

"As always.." Bucky says turning the music off as I drove past a green light.

"Look we should do something fun, Since Peters at school." Bucky says,

"Like what?"

"Hm.." Bucky mumbles,

"Let's just head to my house we could watch a movie."

I hear Bucky Chuckle,

"No something else." Bucky says,

I got to a stop light and stopped the car and turn to look at Bucky.

"And what do you mean by that?" I question Bucky as I was still confused.

"Do you like me?" Bucky asked me my eyes widened,

"Of course I do, what makes you think I don't like you?"

"No I meant more than a friend or a brother." Bucky says,

I stared at him in shock my mouth gaped,

"No" I simply say,

I'm so confused I don't like where this is heading I don't see him more than just a friend.

Does he feel something more for me..

"What, do you like me more than just a friend?" I question him I looked straight and noticed the light changing green.

I started to drive off,

"If I say I did, would it change our relationship." Bucky says,

"You tell me."

I felt Bucky's hand placed down on my thigh, I glanced at him.

"I'll show you how I feel." Bucky says as his hand started traveling a bit to close to my fly.

"Bucky please stop." I say as my breath hitched a little,

He chooses to ignore me and started to rub,

I try pushing him away with my hand but he always kept coming back.

"Bucky I really don't want to do this." I admitted as I pushed him away.

Bucky's hand drift to the button of my jeans, he soon unpopped it and slowly trailed down over my growing bulge.

I glanced at him for a second time I started to grip the steering wheel tighter feeling a bit uncomfortable.

He cupped my bulge, working it to the point where I felt myself twitch.

"Buck..stop"

He pulled back a little his eyes dropping as he started to fiddle with the flap of my boxer shorts and pulled it back.

I sighed as he stared immediately grasping my length,

I stopped at a red light and looked at Bucky as he looked back at me.