Stucky/Evanstan oneshots

Game night (Stucky: Postserum)

"On your left!" The blond warned.

"I know Steve, I know." Sam said through his mic. "Dang it, you got me killed!"

"How did I get you killed?!" Steve defended himself.

"You were talkin' and I was tryna concentrate!"

"No, I was trying to help you!" The blond said loudly into his mic as he harshly pushed the buttons on his controller.

Just as Steve was about to speak again, the brunet stirred in his arms with a groan.

"Steve-" Bucky complained, grogginess painting his voice as he spoke into Steve's neck, where his face was buried. The brunet moved around, tightening his arms around Steve's neck.

"Sorry darling." He looked away from his monitor to focus on Bucky and ran his fingers through the boy's thick brown hair.

Steve couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have the beautiful boy on his lap, he was like a piece of treasure, except he was better. The moonlight was shining through window, leaving it's majestic glow on the fair skin of the brunet and highlighting every perfect curve and feature of what Steve could see.

With the eyes of an angel, Bucky looked up at Steve, peering into his soul with pure elegance and the blond seemed to have been struck by something, even Sam's obnoxiously loud screaming had been blurred out into nothing. It was almost like it would be painful for Steve to look away from what was gazing up at him.

"Steve." He muttered again, however this time his voice was smooth as butter, almost a whisper, and his eyes told a tale of what looked like love. It made Steve chuckle at how eager the boy was.

The blond's hand travelled to the back of Bucky's head where he gently pulled the boy in, taking in the feeling of the other's soft lips against his. Gosh, he just couldn't get enough of that feeling that made his heart stutter inside his ribcage. Some times, he wondered if one day his heart would beat so hard that it would break through his chest, just to get to this particular brunet.

After a few seconds, Steve felt as the kiss deepened slightly and he felt Bucky's face get warmer as the kiss went on.

"Sorry if i disturbed you, my prince." He spoke softly between the kiss. "You can return to your slumber if you'd like."

His fingers tangled into the boy's luscious hair, other hand still gripping onto the controller as they shared another sweet kiss. Bucky pulled back and smiled with a hum, burying his face into the crook of Steve's neck as he dozed off into what Steve hoped to be a wonderful dream.

"What is wrong with you, Steve?! Not on mic, you moron! Get a room!" The blond heard Sam scream from his headset. "Damn."

"Oh please, you're only jealous." Steve shot back as he looked back up to his monitor to see that he was, surprisingly, still alive.

"Yeah, as if." Sam scoffed and the blond could almost certainly hear the eye roll through the mic.