the tables have turned | steve/bucky

chapter twenty two

Note: Fair warning, guys... things may get a little bit graphic in this chapter... *maniacal laughter*

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That very evening...

"Ooh, Steve, look at this!" Bucky held up an unreasonably small calculator in his hand. The thing had to be the size of a fat grape, or maybe even a big toe. You had to have baby fingers if you wanted punch in numbers on it! It wasn't even a logical invention. I just couldn't wrap my head around the concept of a mini calculator. First of all, regular calculators are weird all on their own (how do they know all of that math?? How are they never wrong??). Secondly, how can something so small be so smart? Babies aren't all that smart and they're the smallest humans on the earth. God, the future is so confusing...

Bucky put the tiny contraption back down in a messy pile of random trinkets and went on to touch the jewelry. We had been in the thrift shop for about ten minutes now, and Bucky was already hooked. His fingers ran over all the dusty items strewn about like excited kids do when they're running free down the toy aisle in the store. And I don't know what it was about the way the light fell against his face in there, but I suddenly needed him again.

"Hey, let's go try on some goofy pants," Bucky suggested. He used his one free hand to grab my fingers, which left me dragging his oxygen tank behind him as he scampered away to the back aisles.

All the clothes were carelessly tossed all over the place back there, giving everything a jungle type of feel. Bucky was knelt down on the floor, sifting through trousers of wall types of ridiculous colors, and I was looming over him like a mother hen. He ripped his arm back suddenly, and up came a pair of bright yellow pants tangled in his fingers. They looked like they were for a man maybe 3 times my size.

Tossing the gigantic pants at my chest, Bucky snickered. "Put 'em on. Look—there's a fitting room just behind that curtain next to you."

I scoffed. "No way, Buck, I'm gonna look dumb!"

He puffed out his bottom lip and looked up at me, eyes twinkling in the light. Did he have to do that? He knew what it did to me... that asshole.

"Finneeee," I whined. I rolled my eyes and disappeared into the dark, compact dressing room hidden just behind the curtain. I was starting to unbutton my pants when Bucky came stumbling in. He had a habit of coming in at the right moments, I'll tell you.

"Sit down on that chair behind you," he commanded. "Now."

I obeyed him, even though I didn't know what he was getting at. Bucky got down on his knees and scooted forward so that his chest was pressed up against my legs. He ripped out his nasal cannula and tossed it beside his oxygen tank.

"W-What are you doing?" I stuttered. Bucky bit down on his lip, smiling up at me. "I think you know," he whispered. Things didn't click in my mind until Bucky yanked my pants down my legs.

"Christ, Buck! Now? What if somebody walks in?"

"If you keep quiet then nobody will disturb us..." he had me in the palm of his hand—literally—and gave me a good pump. My arms mechanically shot out, slamming against the walls with a bang. It took everything in me not to kick forward when he leaned forward with all of me still twitching in his hand and he let his breath fan down on the top of my member—cock, just say cock, Steve...

"Fffff... uuuu...cccc...kkkk...." I breathed out. Bucky was getting a kick outta how bad I was trying not to make any noise. Every time he'd brush his lips against the tip of my.. cock... he'd break into a smile when I'd squirm. Finally, I had enough of his teasing and forced his mouth down on me. My head flew back like I'd been socked in my jaw.The wet warmness closed around me. And then there was just numbness.

All of the sudden, footsteps came swishing toward us. Bucky pulled me out of his mouth, his eyes wide open. I scrambled to pull my pants back up to my waist. Bucky scampered backward when there was a knock on the wall outside the curtain.

The old voice said, "Hello? Is anyone in here?"

I cleared my throat. "Uh... yeah."

"Is everything okay? I heard some commotion and—"

"No, everything is just fine!" I gave Bucky a flirty wink. "Jusstttt fine..."

The old man, I presumed, smacked his lips and then shuffled off without another word. When the coast was clear, I fell back onto the chair and breathed out in relief. Bucky, who'd been biting back a laugh the entire time, stood on his feet. He walked over and threw his legs on either side of mine, resting himself down on my lap.

"That was your fault," he said. Our foreheads pressed together.

"No, that was your fault."

"You're the one that can't keep quiet," he dragged his nose down my jaw, inhaling. His fist then playfully jabbed into my stomach. My lips came down on his tenderly, but ended with a bite.

Bucky's tongue was in my mouth suddenly, and before I knew it we were attacking each other's faces. My hands feverishly grabbed and rubbed his pointy body, making him jump and moan into my mouth. He drove me crazy when he made those noises. Bucky then began to rock against me a little bit. The sensation of his teeth and lips made their way down to my neck. I breathed out in noting but pleasure. How the hell was he so good at that?

Bucky was dry humping me like a dog then, hips synchronized in sensual movements, and I couldn't keep it together. In one swift arch of the back, I yelped out, pulled Bucky into me, and shot in my fucking pants.

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"You think the guy behind the counter saw the stain?" I asked Bucky, who was smiling and looking out the car window.

"Nah. You ran past him pretty fast."

I laughed. The close memory of realizing that there was an obvious cum stain on my black (BLACK, of all colors!) pants and the horror of facing people who'd notice it floated in my mind. Thankfully, I was able to throw Bucky over my shoulder and book it to the car before anyone pointed it out. We were on our way home now, which was good because Bucky was starting to look tired. Again, I was reminded of how sick he really was and wanted to cry. Everything was going so well lately. I didn't want it to end. Ever.

An hour or so later, we were home. Bucky was reclined back in his chair, snoring loudly when we pulled into the driveway. It tugged at my heart to wake him when he looked so peaceful. But I couldn't carry him and his oxygen tank in at the same time. So I shook him, and his eyes slowly opened. His lips pulled into a drowsy smile.

"Hey..." he whispered.

"Hey, Buck. We're home now," I pushed a smile. "You gotta get up, baby. I promise that you can go right back to sleep when we're inside."

"Mmm... okay."

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There was something waiting for us at the front steps. It was a box wrapped in shiny red wrapping, laced in a gold bow. I jiggled and shoved the front door open, hanging the keys on the hanger next to the door once we were both inside. Bucky took the package from my hands. He went over and perched himself on the bottom step of the stairs. His fingers carefully tore open the paper to reveal a metallic metal box underneath. There was a single button on the top of it that said "Press me!"

Bucky pushed down on the button with his palm. A light shot from the top of the box, causing Bucky to jump in surprise and drop it. When I bent down to pick it up, a life-sized hologram of Tony came up from the blue light and stopped me. The moving picture smiled, and then it freakin' talked.

"Hi. You already know how I am.But you're probably wondering why you've received this package from me. Well, you're in luck, because I'm going to tell you why. Saturday night—which is tomorrow—I will be hosting a ball. That's right, a ball. A ball as in, we're going to dance and shit. You, my very lucky friend, are exclusively invited by me, Mr. Tony Stark. Please RSVP with Ms. Potts blah, blah, blah... Remember, dress to impress. I hope to see you all there. PEACE!" With an inappropriate soldier's salute, Tony disappeared... And if things couldn't get any stranger, the living room light beside us flickered on and a real life Natasha was standing there with her hands crossed over her chest...

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yay more stucky feels >:D how do you guys feel about this, huh?