"No way, chucklehead. I am not sitting through another Bachelor marathon."
Bucky held the TV remote control just out of Steve's reach. "The hell you ain't. I'm tryin' to catch up here."
"There's like twenty seasons!" Steve protested, making another feeble grab for the remote. "You've already made me sit through four seasons in the last week. I'm about to overdose." He grabbed his throat, making a horrible choking nose, and flopped over sideways with his head in Bucky's lap.
These were the things that tended to happen when they went any substantial length of time without a mission.
"Oh, no you don't." Bucky slid away, and Steve's head dropped to the warm cushion where Bucky's delectable ass had rested. "Mine."
"You little shit." Laughing, Steve climbed onto Bucky, stretching his arm as far as he could to get the remote out of Bucky's hand, but Bucky merely passed it from his left hand to his right behind Steve's back. "Give it!"
"Nope." Bucky stuffed the remote behind his back while Steve squirmed this way and that in his lap, just as much searching for the remote as trying to get Bucky worked up and, therefore, off his game. It didn't work. Mostly.
"C'mon!" Steve chased Bucky's arm as Bucky faked left, sneaking the remote between the cushion where Steve had been sitting and the arm of the couch while Steve was occupied. Unfortunately for Bucky, Steve was as astute as he had always been -- more so, even, after years of on-the-ground battle training and being forced into leadership roles -- and he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye. "Ha! Gotcha!"
Bucky dove for the prize, flattening himself on his stomach, retrieving the remote from its cushy prison, and trapping it between his belly and the cushions, all within the space of a second. Steve followed him, dropping his not inconsiderable weight on Bucky's back, forcing his breath out in a whoosh. "Ugh, get up, you big lug!" Bucky groaned, his attempts to jostle Steve off him fruitless.
Steve only laughed, a bit breathless, all hands as he groped and pinched and fumbled in his attempt to pry the coveted item out from beneath Bucky. He knew all of Bucky's ticklish spots, and he wasn't shy about using them, causing Bucky to rear harder in his attempts to shake Steve loose. The end result was a lot of rubbing against each other, and before long, Steve had gone from digging underneath Bucky's bulk for the remote to grinding his hips in slow circles against Bucky's ass and laying hot, wet kisses down the side of Bucky's neck. After a little of that, both of them forgot the reason for the squabble in the first place.
With one hand, Bucky reached back and threaded his fingers through Steve's hair, encouraging the kissing to continue and sighing when Steve moved his attention to the sensitive spot at the hinge of Bucky's jaw. Bucky pushed up and back with his hips to increase the friction between his ass and Steve's obvious erection, drawing a low groan from the back of Steve's throat.
"You feel amazing," Steve whispered, his breath hot against the nape of Bucky's neck just below the haphazard knot he had fashioned in his hair.
A soft whine made it past Bucky's lips, which was hot as hell to Steve, whose breath came now in harsh pants as he shoved his sweatpants down a bit and pulled Bucky's down just far enough to expose his pale, muscular ass. As Steve dragged the tip of his cock down and back up Bucky's crack, Bucky moaned, his forehead pressed into the couch, his free hand clutching the edge of the cushion. "Fuck, Stevie, do it, right here, right now."
With a heated shiver, Steve nodded and shoved himself off Bucky's back. "Stay here," he said in his low, silky bedroom voice, and when Bucky heard his bare feet pad out of the room, he shot up from the couch long enough to strip off his t-shirt and pants before returning to his seat. This time, rather than face down against the cushions, he knelt, draping his upper body over the arm of the couch and leaving his ass high in the air, the first thing Steve was sure to see when he walked into the room.
