day•break
/ˈdāˌbrāk/

Рассвет
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It really was nice to have a little cottage of our own, Bucky and I.

We can do whatever the hell we want, whenever we want and it doesn't really matter where it is. Even at what would be rush hour (if we were to live in a city) it doesn't matter... seeing how no one in these parts is in any sort of rush anyway.

You see, we're all on our own... just like old times. Sure, being in mid-Montana in a small clearing in the forest probably contributes, but it doesn't matter anyway.

Being here has helped us both out, truth be told, for there have been a lot of rough times over the years.

From brainwashings, repeatedly losing each other as well as watching one another suffer for hours on end, to mid-night screams of terror in recollecting dark memories, going days without sleeping and difficult missions every day... enough was enough.

We officially moved out of Stark Towers three months ago. And, yes, the freedom has felt amazing. Hours and hours of nothing to do but talk with each other and catch up on the seventy some-odd years we missed out on, collectively.

Of course, we miss the rest of the gang, but nothing is more important to us right now but... well, us.

Sorry, Tony.

We've become so comfortable with each other too... it's insane! That, too, has helped us to grow together and helped us to forget our pasts - to live in the now, never thinking back.

And this has made our time here worth while.

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"Hey there sunshine," Bucky whispered in my ear, coming up from behind me and kissing my cheek.

"Afternoon Buck," I turned to face him, placing a kiss on his lips. A smile surfaced upon his face.

"It's late... we should get to bed," he whispered. The sun had gone down a long while ago. Feels like ages. There weren't any stars either. Just a cloudy night, no stars, no moon... only darkness. The wind blew my hair and he reached out to fix it, "come on, let's go in."

And so we did. And yes, he was right. It was late. Nearly three in the morning, actually.

• • •

I tossed and turned for hours, though every movement of mine was carefully designed to be as discreet as humanly possible. I mean, why disturb Bucky if it wasn't completely necessary?

"Steve...?" He whispered, seemingly groggy.

"Buck, I though you were asleep," I replied. And, yes, I'll admit I was a little agitated that, despite my efforts, he was indeed awake.

"Nah. Can't sleep." Oh, good. I thought that was just me.

"Neither can I... what time is it?" I asked.

"Nearly... uh, it's ten minutes to six," he said plainly, checking the clock.

"Oh... you tired?" I asked.

"Surprisingly, no... not really. At least not like I was six hours ago."

"That's good... I guess. I'm not all that tired either," I added.

I like to think that at this moment the very same thought flashed between our minds... it's been, you know, a while since we'd engaged... uh, sexually. Mostly due to the fact that we moved and that we were dealing with emotional rollercoasters and nightmares and dreams and screams and tears and anger. Everything that could have possibly been thrown at us, frankly, was. Just me and Bucky against the world, I suppose.

But his eyes gave him away. He was thinking the same thing as me, just as I had anticipated. They stared deep into me like he was unraveling me from the inside out. They lingered on my lips like they were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. After his teeth receded from biting down on his lower lip, his jaw loosened and his lips parted slightly. A small push of air flew out and a slight whimper came with it...

Now I was looking at him like that, too.

"Wanna go, uh, maybe catch some fresh air?" I asked.

His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face. "Sounds like a plan."

We stood from the bed and walked out only to lean on the white wooden railing that surrounded the front porch. Yep, in nothing but our underwear. Why? More like why not. No one was close by, honestly. The closest actual civilization couldn't be found for at least fifty miles in any direction, the nearest grocery store being 63 miles due West.

At this point though, it's not like we weren't both hoping for the same things. It was cool out and the sun had yet to rise... I wanted to push him into the wall and kiss him so bad but I didn't want to push him over the edge again. He had to be the aggressor this time. I had no say in the matter, it's just the right thing to do.

I looked over at him, he was already looking at me. "Steve, you look so... so perfect right now. I hope you realize that," he whispered, as if someone might hear us.

I smiled and said "I was just thinking that of you."

He chuckled, adding, "Well, my actual thoughts are a bit more.. explicit, if you know what I mean."

I resisted an eyebrow, "oh really?"

"Really."

"Mind if I ask you to share them, Buck?"

"Well, I was imagining, just a moment ago, how pretty you would look right now if I stripped those underwear off you..." I bit my lip. "I was thinking of what you might do if I kissed you... if I leaned you up against the railing, bent you over it and slowly pushed inside of you..."

"Why think about it and wonder when you can act on it and find out?" I whispered, slyly.

"Well, if you insist..." he said, walking towards me. He walked over to me and grabbed my waist and I smiled. For a moment I thought he would kiss me slowly, prod my lips with his tongue and take it step by step. Graze his fingers down my chest and abdomen, making me shiver. Leave my underwear on and rub from the outside cautiously until I was too bothered to take it anymore.

Yet, that's not what happened.

Not even in the slightest.

He walked to me slowly, just as I had expected, grabbed my waist even... but tight. He pushed me harshly into the railing and my eyes bulged out of my face in shock.

"Buck—" I started, But he just kissed me. Pushed his tongue into my mouth with no warning, roughly grabbing my neck and pulling me in deep. He released a slow, guttural moan into my mouth that turned my legs to jello.

He pulled away for an instant, "God Steve I've missed you. This you," he whispered. He kissed a trail down my neck, onto my chest... sucked on my nipples and I yelped at the sudden sensation. Electricity sparked and flowed through my veins leading straight below the belt. His hands ran up and down my sides, trickling warmth lower and lower and...

He licked down my abdomen and around my naval, I threw my head back helplessly as I latched onto his hair. His mouth playfully clutched the bulk in my underwear, gently touching on my sensitive areas. I bit down on my lip hard enough to pluck out a drop of blood before I began to groan.

He stood and kissed me again, moving quickly and hungrily. I could feel myself growing, the blood pumping rapidly trough my veins, my underwear feeling as though they were in the way... as if they had suddenly become a size too small.

"Buck..." I whined

"Shhhh," his finger met my lips. He removed it slowly, looking into my eyes with strange intentions through dark strands of hair. In an instant I was spun around and pushed onto the railing. Air pushed unexpectedly out of my lungs.

I felt his hand trail down the span of my back, stopping only to pull my underwear to my ankles and massage my ass. My legs were quickly spread after removing my underwear completely and I felt something cool and wet hit my hole, something soft and inexplicably pleasing. His tongue... it was like magic.

I moaned and rocked forward at this, God he knew just what to do. My dick hit the railing and even that felt like Heaven. He reached his hand up as he stood from his knees and grabbed my hair from behind. Up against my ear, he whispered forcefully: "don't dare come until I say, got it?"

"Uhmmmmhhmmm..." I swallowed audibly and grunted as his two fingers found their way inside me. I grabbed hold of the railing and took in the third as I felt my eyes roll back into my skull. I could feel myself sweating in anticipation, the heat rushing to my face and my dick, I was so eager to come after so long.

He ran his hands down the sides of my abdomen and across the tops of my thighs... I nearly fell over. He pulled his fingers out and held my head down, pushing my body over the railing.

I felt him enter and I had to hold back on my moans, they felt so... dirty, especially after not having experienced this in so long. I guess Buck didn't like that.

"No— Steve lemme fucking hear you. Those pretty noises you make get me so hot for you..." his voice trailed off as he started moving. I let out a noise I'd never even heard before. It was deep and almost reluctant sounding. "Yea— that's it baby, let it out," he whispered into my ear as he bent over me.

His hand found my shoulder and he used it for leverage to push in deeper an with more force. We swayed back and forth as he picked up the pace. Every time he thrusted into me the feeling got even more unbearable. Holding back as he had said yet letting out all those noises seemed impossible, even though it appeared to be quite achievable just a short moment ago.

"Buck— holy shit..." I felt myself unraveling and the sweat beading up on my forehead. My long hair was drenched and I felt like I was dripping with sweat. This is a whole new feeling he's brought onto me, I felt like any little movement he made I would burst. Like there wouldn't be any way to stop or control me.

"No. Steve, don't," was all he said. Don't? How the hell am I supposed to do that?

He pushed in and out almost all the way every time and sped up faster than I had ever seen before. He stalled and groaned, I felt him shake and the hot liquid flow into me. It felt so goddamn good but I had to hold on...

He pulled out and sighed in relief as I stood there sweating, feeling each beat of blood sent by my heart reach my dick, so incredibly hot and sensational. I couldn't even move in fear that I would explode.

"So," he said.

"What?" I spun around. Pre-come dropped out of me, and I was utterly confused.

"How's that feel, Stevie?" He asked sweetly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, annoyed.

"To have to wait. To be on the edge so fucking long that you can barely take it anymore."

I stared blankly at him.

"All these months not once did you touch me. Not once did you look at me like I was anything but some broken, lost soul who was helpless. I needed this, Steve, the whole while... and you made me wait," he whispered.

"God, Buck. I- I had no idea. I'm so sorry. I thought you needed time or something to cope with everything that happened..."

"It's alright man. I ain't mad at you or anything. Just wanted to make a point," he smiled as chuckled.

"Point made. Now... if you don't mind I'd like to, you know," I explained.

He deliberately ignored me, that little bitch. "Heyyyy Steve, wow. Look at the sinrise... woooow look," he pointed and grinned like the dumbass he is as I punched his arm.

"Wonderful," i said plainly and sarcastically. "Now, c'mon... Buck. If you don't help me I'll do it myself."

"Oh you're no fun, Steve," he pushed my shoulder before getting down on his knees. "This ain't gonna take long..." he laughed. I won't lie I laughed too.

He bobbed in and out only for a measly 30 seconds before it happened.

And when my moment finally did come (pun intended), it was insane. It was like something I had never felt before. Lasted a while too, and boy did I need that.

Looking out, after all that had happened, this sunrise was the most beautiful and symbolic thing I had seen in forever. New beginnings, new adventures and new feelings with my oldest, bestest pal.

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