Steve's Diary

October 14, 2016

Dearest Diary,

I don't think I've ever been happier than I am right now... except, you know, before the war. We're inseparable nowadays; even still, I can't get the idea of what's to come out of my head.

Though, Bucky and I have been pretty busy coping and distracting one another.

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"What's the plan tonight, Steve?" he asked, coming through my door in only his pants.

I looked straight at his dick and back at his eyes. "I dunno, you got anything in mind?"

He chuckled. "Yea, I got an idea..." he approached and stood before me. "I'm just not so sure how up to it you'll be."

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, holding his gaze.

He kneeled down in front of me and, suddenly, grabbed my legs and pulled me quickly into him. I reached up and behind me for the sheets so I wouldn't fall just as he started thrusting against me dry.

I looked at him with a sideways smile and he continued for a moment, simply letting the reality of it all sink in as he contorted his face like he was really fucking me so I'd start getting hard.

He dropped my legs and stood up, looking down at me with a smirk across his face. "Something like that, but a lot more wet and naked," he concluded, walking back into his room.

"Where you going?" I asked daringly, very much intrigued, and definitely sporting a semi-hard on by now.

"To shower."

"You showered this morning, and I know because I was there," I reminded him.

"Hmm?" he mocked me. "I can't hear you, I'm too busy getting naked."

I waited a moment because I knew he wanted me to come running in there, but by the time I made it, he was gone. I saw his clothes on the floor and heard the water running, so he really was showering again.

I made my way to the bathroom door and- I heard something strange. My shirt and pants made their way to the floor, and next were my underwear and socks. Next, I quietly opened and closed it behind me, making my way to the curtain. Was he... moaning?

I snuck in behind me and he turned to catch my eye; though, as he turned his body, I saw he had himself in hand and had been... well.

He pulled me into the water and kissed me full on, relentlessly and passionately. God, I wasn't hard yet, but I really was getting there pretty fast.

He spun me around, rotated us and pushed himself against my back as my front was against the shower wall. His hands started roaming all over me and, before I knew it, he'd taken some shower gel and was massaging me with it. There were bubbles and soap everywhere, and he really knew how to work his hands.

I felt his raging hard on pushing on my ass as I realized I was sporting one, too. Hell, it was pulsating between my legs and I felt like I was flying with every spark-infused touch he created.

His lips met the back of my neck and ear. That soft tickle of his purposeful breath sent me over the edge and had me moaning like nothing else.

My hands reached back to pull him closer, even though there was nothing physically closer than this. He started sucking on my neck and I tried pulling him into me... fully.

He chuckled sensually into my ear. "Mmm, baby... what're you-"

"Buck..." I groaned. "You know damn well I want you," I mumbled in response.

"Yea," he whispered, turning the shower off. "I do," he added, stepping out of the shower and out of the bathroom entirely.

He really wanted me to chase him tonight, huh?

I turned to see what he was doing, but he was nowhere in sight. I looked down at my soapy, wet self and noted how incredibly hard I was before taking a towel and making my way out to find him.

I made it into my room and shut the door behind me. There was nowhere else he'd be but here. I looked around and couldn't really see where he was, seeing as all th lights had been turned off. It wasn't until I noticed a glint of light reflecting off his metal arm directly coming from the moon that I realized he was seated at a chair by the windows. Mind you, he was fully naked and his towel had been tossed on the floor.

I placed my towel on top of his and made my way over. He looked at me in the reflection of the window and I could even make out his hand wrapped around his dick from behind him.

"Took you long enough," he joked, standing up and walking over. "You know, when we used to have sex all those years ago... it was never like this. It was always just two kids sneaking around tryna get some. Though, of course, there was the fact that we were - and still are - in love, too... but, that's another story."

"I guess you're right," I agreed with a smile, as he held me close.

"You know, I can't remember a time I didn't want you like this?" he pondered. "I've always loved you, even before I knew it myself. But, this? This carnal need for you and me... naked and just together like we are now- I don't remember a time I didn't want that, even before you knew what it truly was, this feeling and state of being."

"Yea... it's exactly as you put it. It's always been there, even when I didn't know what it meant," I commented. "And... now that I know what it is to want you like mad, I realize that I'm feeling that right in this very moment and there's no chance of it going away."

He smiled. "Trust me, I know the feeling," he kissed me, then pushed me onto the bed, crawling on top of me and continuing to make out with me just like only he knew how. Every second he pulled away I missed the taste of his lips and heat of his body. I can't live without that again.

He took me into his hand and pumped a few times, just to psych me out and make me want it more than I already do, if that's even possible.

He rose from on top of me and kneeled at the end of the bed again. I watched him, too, and his eyes sparkled with lust as he licked his way down my torso and took me into his mouth for a moment, driving me mad.

I reached up for the sheets as he took my ass in his hands and grinded almost into me, prodding all around... but never in. It felt like he wanted me to beg for it, but I already felt like I was.

"Buck-" I moaned. "Please."

"I don't know, Stevie," he started, holding himself lined up and stationary. "I'm feeling a little..." he started to slide in. "Tired."

I felt my legs start to shake as I groaned out into the air between us strings of curses and bursts of nothingness.

He thrusted into me and I arched my back at the perfect sensation and noise of his skin hitting mine so explicitly.

I tried to stay quiet, but in the moment I didn't feel there was a single care in the world regarding who or how many people heard us fucking. I just wanted him too bad to give a shit.

It only took a few minutes for me to finish all over myself with a grunt. I felt him lean over me and lick some of it from my lower abdomen and suck on the skin below it as he kept pushing into me harder and harder.

He finished only a minute after I did and, God, that feeling of his hot cum inside me never got old.

Pulling out, we both got onto my bed and relaxed for a few minutes.

"That was..." he began.

"Fucking hot," I filled in.

He smiled. "Fucking hot for sure."

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And, eventually he went to his own room after I had to convince him to get the Hell up.

Only took a whole Goddamn hour.

~ S. Rogers