The Star-Spangled Man...

Steve wants to shy away from Bucky’s look, it’s so intense, but instead he holds it. He manages a little smile for his old friend turned lover, and leans forward a little to give him another slow kiss.

“This is perfect,” he whispers as his lips brush the other man’s. “Keep going, I’m okay.” He’s more than okay, honestly, and his erection is begging to be freed from the confines of his jeans. The little touch didn’t help, either, lighting all his nerves on fire.

The lusty tone in Steve’s voice is all the confirmation Bucky needs to keep going, popping the button open with ease and hooking his fingers into the waistband of Steve’s underwear.  The gentle tug is enough to free Steve’s straining cock from its confines.  

Bucky’s heart starts to hammer in his chest again.  Just talking about taking things to the next level is one thing, but this one small step makes it real.  He’s really doing this.  This is the line, and now that it’s been crossed there’s no going back to being just friends. Whatever that will entail.

He lets his fingers close around Steve’s length, flesh on flesh, and it surprises him how hot the skin is, and how… large.  He is suddenly very aware of the fact that he hasn’t been with another person this intimately in a long time.

"Shut up," he breathes, grinning slightly although he's a little embarrassed. He knows Bucky means it as a compliment, but, well, it wasn't as though he wasn't endowed enough before.