Stucky One Shots

Chapter 4: For Steve

Pre-Serum!
This is literally so influenced by Absolutely Anything by 401 on Archive of Our Own. Credits go to them for the amazing idea that inspired this one shot❤️

Also trigger warning for prostitution and brutal but non graphic sexuality. Please let me know if there is anything else you think I should add.

Steve was sick as usual. It was bad this time though. He was coughing and shivering constantly. He was livid with fever. Bucky had spent all of their rent money on medicine to keep Steve alive. He was in a tough situation. He knew he was, but he also knew what he had to do. Anything for his Stevie.

Bucky walked into the shared apartment and pet Steve gently on the head, "Hey sweet pea. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, Buck. How was work?"

"It was alright, but I'm gonna take an odd job in about a hour. I just needed to come home and change."

"You need to stop working so hard, okay?"

Bucky just shook his head with a sheepish smile and went into the bathroom. He showered, was sure to clean himself real good. When he got out, he dressed in slacks and a button down. He combed his hair to the side because he knew it made him look more boyish. He tucked the address from his and Steve's dresser in his pocket and slipped on his dress shoes. By the time he got downstairs, Steve was fast asleep, so he quietly slipped out the door.

The house Bucky arrived at was tucked in the very back corner of a fairly nice neighborhood. It still didn't seem right, but it was for Steve. He needed that money more than anything. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. An older man with a scruffy face opened the door with a sinister smile, "Hello son."

Bucky gulped, "Hi sir. I'm here for the appointment."

"Yes, boy, of course you are. Follow me on back to the room."

Bucky could see the outline of this man's member through his trousers. It made Bucky's hands shake. He didn't want this. He needed it for Steve, for Steve, for Steve.

"On your knees, boy."

Bucky listens and kneels in front of the man.

"Open."

He does.

The man fucks his mouth, and Bucky is fighting the urge to vomit. Tears from lack of oxygen and shame are falling down Bucky's cheeks, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve.

The man pulled Bucky up from his knees by his, no longer gelled, hair and threw him onto a thin mattress. He pulled off his own clothes and Bucky's clothes. He spread Bucky's legs and pushed himself in. Bucky's moan of pain could easily
be mistaken for pleasure. He felt like he was being ripped in half.

"You feel so good, doll. You're such a good boy, aren't you? Such a good little whore."

Bucky was crying again, but he played it off as if he was crying from pure enjoyment, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve.

The man finished on Bucky's stomach and left a $20 bill next to him.

"You were great, doll. Hope to see ya again."

Bucky nodded and quickly got dressed. He walked briskly out of the house and limped out of the neighborhood. He was sobbing silently as he went, clutching the money tightly in his hand.

Bucky waddled up the steps and walked into the apartment. Steve seemed to be doing better. He was sitting up, sketching in an old book that Bucky knew he had to have read at least a thousand times. Bucky didn't say anything to him. He just ran into the bathroom.

"Buck! Bucky!"

Bucky could hear Steve rushing to the bathroom door. Bucky has his body pressed against the door, so Steve can't open it. He soon gets too preoccupied with ripped off his disgusting clothes to care about Steve. Once he is naked he dives into the bath tub and starts scrubbing his skin vigorously, for Steve, for Steve, for Steve. Steve. Steve is touching his hair. He hopes it's Steve. God help him if it wasn't Steve. He opens his eyes and flinches at first, but leans into the touch once his prediction is proven right.

"Bucky, oh Bucky. What happened?"

"Can't-no you can't. You'll hate me. No, no."

"Shh Bucky, breathe. Please breathe with me, love. What happened? Why were you wearing your church clothes to an odd job?"

"I'm a whore, Stevie."

Steve blinks slowly, understanding what must have happened this evening.

"Oh, Bucky. Oh no, sweetheart. You never needed to do that. Why didn't you tell me you needed help?"

"I need to take care of you, Stevie. I promised your ma. I-I can't let her down. I can't let you down."

"Buck, we are a team. You get that? You need help. You ask. You never have to do this alone, even if I am sick."

"Yeah, yeah okay."

"I love you, punk."

"I love you, jerk."

Steve will always be there for Bucky, for Bucky, for Bucky, for Bucky.