Dolores didn't come over today, or, at least I didn't see her here. Maybe it's because mom was home this morning.

Not like I mind, though, because it's more time for me and Bucky to be alone... uh, no- well, you know what I mean by that.

"Alright boys," mom started, slipping into her jacket and grabbing her purse. "I'm headed to the hospital. I won't be back until the morning, probably 4am or so. There's some leftovers in the fridge if you get hungry later."

"Thanks Miss Rogers," Bucky smiled at her as she walked over to us as we sat on the couch.

"Of course, James," she walked over and kissed my forehead. "Love you, Steven."

"Love you too," I answered with a smile as she walked away in her pristine, white, dress that she had to wear as her nurse's uniform.

She waved as she walked out the door and locked it from the outside.

"Steve," Bucky said, looking at me funny.

"What?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, okay?"

"Oh god," I commented.

"It's just- that nurse's unifor-"

"Don't even say it-"

"And the fact that it's a white dress a-"

"Buck-"

"It's just ho-"

"OKAY," I exclaimed playfully with a smile on my face. "You think my mom's hot, got it. Weirdo."

"I mean, I was talking about the dress, but that works too."

"Whatever, Buck," I chuckled. "Other than making sly comments about my literal mother- what's on the agenda for today?"

"Kissing lesson part 2?"

"There's parts?"

"Well, duh," he snickered. "You thought it was that easy? Just one lesson's worth of information? No way no how, mister."

"Christ, okay, go."

"Touching," he said. "It's important because you need know how much to touch and when to and when not to- and where."

"Noted, go on," I commented.

"Well, there's a lot encompassed in this topic, hence a whole part dedicated towards it," he detailed. "For example, when she's talking to you, she might touch your arm to show she's interested."

"Huh? Like, how?"

He reached out and touched my arm on the side by my elbow. "Like this."

I got shivers up my arm and, then, down my back. "I see," I tried to differ from the sensation I was overcome with.

"You might even do the same to her if you want, but don't be too forward at first," he told me. "You have to go at it slow, or else it'll never work." He finally pulled his hand away from my skin and, by god, if I wasn't getting another damned boner. What the hell?

"What else?"

"Uhh... Oh! When you're actually kissing, you want your hands at her waist- not too low, though at first. She'll probably have her hands around your neck," he detailed. "Or, maybe her hands will be on your chest, in which case, you'll still have her waist or you can hold her face in your hands."

"This all sounds so... intimidating," I was honest.

"Well, it kinda comes naturally after you start," he reminded me. "And, once it progresses, there'll only be one thing in mind... you're body will take over and you won't even have to think about what you want, you'll just take it."

"Just... take it?"

He nodded and bit his lower lip. "Yea, if she lets you," he laughed. "If she lets you, you can let your hands drift either up or down, whichever you prefer."

"What do you mean whatever I prefer?" I asked.

"Boobs or butt," he instantly replied. "You do have a preference, don't you?"

"I guess I never really thought about it before," I realized. "What's yours?"

"Butt, all the way."

"W- why?" I wondered.

He took a second and closed his eyes. "Its just so-" he exhaled with a smile. "Nice to grab onto, great to look at, and feels... christ... amazing when she's on you."

"On you?"

"God, you're clueless aren't you?" he laughed.

"That's why you're helping me, damnit!" I shoved him playfully.

"You're right, you're right; I take it back," he agreed. "I mean, when she's... on you... grinding on you or riding you, actually."

I closed my eyes and tried to see it, but the only thing I could see was- no way.

"Yea, okay," I answered, wanting that image away and to just move on.

"In that case, you'd grab at it and anything else you can get your hands on."

Ugh! I can't stop it, that damned image of, no, not a dame riding me, not that, but of me riding him. Him, damnit! And his hands on me and- it's too much and I'm certain I'm showing through my pants at this point.

"That sounds- incredible," I replied.

"You have no idea, Steve."

"But- uh, I know this sounds strange to ask... but how do I even go about, er- you know... grabbing, uh-"

"Her ass?" he flat out filled in. "Simple, stand up."

WHAT?

I stood and waited for his next instruction. "Well?" I questioned.

"Don't freak out-"

"Last time you said that, I had every reason to freak out, so-"

"Oh, shut up, this isn't that bad," he smirked. "It's for... learning. For your future well-being. Promise, it's not terrible. You'll thank me later."

"Okay, fine."

"Now, you're gonna wanna pull her body into yours, like this," he moved closer to me and I felt his hands at my waist start to grip.

I closed my eyes and looked down, away from his face, for as long as I possibly could.

Then, my body hit his as he pulled me in and- I didn't know hat to do with my hands. I left them at my side and let him go on.

"And, she might be shy about it, but if she wants you," his hands travelled up my body and met my cheeks, grabbing my jaw and tilting my head back up to meet his eyes very close to mine. "You'll feel it. You'll just know."

I nodded, my hands lightly hovering over his waist.

He held my face there for a moment before moving on. "As for the grabbing," he started, bringing his hands back down to my waist. "Her hands will be up, like this," he grabbed my hands and wrapped them around his neck. "So, you just need to..."

I closed my eyes, even though he was looking right into them. I felt his hands on me get lower and lower and- he grabbed a handful and just tightened and, ugh, why did it feel good?

I opened my eyes and his smile had fallen. His eyes had sunken, too, and he licked his lips like he was thinking about something deeply. He tightened his grip and pulled me closer, jolting my face inched from his.

Neither of us dared to utter a word or move a centimeter.

I was hard, though, for sure now. I know he felt it. Why didn't he pull away? Why had he pulled me closer, even, if he felt me getting hard between us? Am I making this up?

No, you can't make something like that up.

He let go . "Like that," he halfway smiled and stepped away, immediately sitting down.

I sat, too, out of the fear he'd see my boner if he had yet to feel it.

"Seems easy enough," I added to break whatever the hell seemed to be materializing in the air between us.

"Trust me, when you want something bad enough, you'll find a way."