Red White and You

|22| Freight Car •10

freight car
/ˈfrāt ˌkär/

грузовой вагон
/gruzovoy vagon/

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"Steve! Come on! You gotta get on!" Bucky yelled down to me from the cargo train with his hand extended.

"I can't! Buck, it's too far!" I yelled back. He wanted me to jump onto the train with him so we could get to Coney Island faster, but, when the train sped up I forgot to get in. So opnow, I'm chasing after it.

His fingers brushed against mine as I tried to extend myself closer to him, but it was terribly difficult. Then, out of nothing, he grabbed my hand and yanked me up onto the train. The force of the pull knocked us both over, with me on top of him.

"You can do anything, Steve, no matter how much you think you can't," he whispered into my ear as we laid there alone. There were crates all around us, but they didn't seem to block in any warm air... It was freezing outside and we felt all of it. And the worst part is, we were supposed to get a ride home from Coney Island from my mom, then she couldn't. But neither could Mr. Barnes... So now we had no ride and we were hours away from Brooklyn.

It was Bucky's bright idea to hop onto a freight train and listen to that god awful screeching for an hour and a half on our way home. But I guess anything is better than walking.

"Y'gonna get up?" Bucky asked.

"Nah..."

"Why not?" He questioned, full of sarcasm.

"Don't feel like it," I replied.

"Then you better have something good planned to entertain us for the next two hours in this position," he added.

"Please. I can think of dozens of ways to have fun like this..." I answered with a sly smile on my face.

"Oh yea?" He teased. "Gimme your best idea."

"Well..." I brought my small body down onto him and straddled his waist. He rested his hands on my thighs and moved slowly up. I brought my hands down on either side of his head above his shoulders. "I could, maybe, kiss you..." I brought our faces in line and planted a small kiss on his lips. He followed me up, trying to get more.

"At least kiss me better than that, Steve. I know you have more potential..." he mentioned. Before I could move in, the train took a sudden turn and I rolled off of him and, before I knew it, I wasn't straddling him anymore, he was the one on top of me. "Well, well, well... look where we've ended up, Steve... I can think of some better things to do like this," he finally admitted.

His eyes traced across my face, he licked is lips once he found mine. Then, they were on me. His tongue and mine swirling up a storm in our mouths. The bit of stubble on his face scratched mine, but it was more of a sensual sensation than anything else.

It didn't take long for his hands to be on my face, then down my sides and all over my body. I tangled mine in his hair and used the other to pull his body down closer. He hummed into my mouth, sending shivers through my veins. He pushed his hips down into mine and I pushed mine back up at him and we went back and forth like this for a while.

I could feel myself getting antsy... I could feel a light sweat starting to form on my face in anticipation and my slacks getting tighter and the zipper digging into my skin.

His hand moved down to where my waistband met my suspenders and unclipped them. He then began unbuttoning my white shirt...

His lips met my neck and my chest as his hands continued to work their magic on my clothes. He kissed my belt line, then undid my pants button and zipper and pulled them down.

"Buck, wait..." I said, reluctantly. He looked up at me and awaited my next sentence. "We're on a train. What if someone, you know, comes in?"

"They won't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I do. It's a freight train. Only cargo. There's not much of a need for a crew," he explained.

"Okay..." I replied. He smiled and went back to touching me. His fingers teased along my boxer waist band and I moved my hips forward.

"Eager, are we?" He pointed out. I just looked at him. His eyes told me that lust must have been written all over my face.

He pulled his shirt and pants off, too, so now we were both laying on the floor like the horny idiots we are.

"Ready, Steve?" He said into my ear.

"More than ready," I whispered back. He spread my legs and put a finger into me, I bit my lip to hold back any noise I was going to make.

"Oh Steve, you're still so open from last night..." he pushed in two more fingers with ease and I couldn't hold back. I moaned into his hair and he bit my earlobe. "Can I just...." he pulled his fingers out and pulled his underwear down. And then, he was in me.

His grunting went right through me. Every thrust resettled in a groan from deep inside me, a noise I didn't even know I could make.

He grabbed my dick and started pumping in sync with his own movements. I was right there and he was moving so slow....

"Faster, Buck..." I said, panting.

"We got time, Steve... its okay."

It most abso-fucking-lutely is not okay.

"Buck... please," the throbbing was unbearable. It was traversing my whole body and just completely taking over.

He not only picked up the pace, but pushed into me harder too making me nearly wail. I then felt a hot sensation flow through me, and he stopped thrusting but continued pumping his hand. I then came, just after him.

We then just laid there for a while, my head on his chest, but both of us still naked.

"Well, Steve, we still have an hour to kill," he pointed out with a smirk on his face.

"Well, you need a break?" I started, "or you ready for round two?"

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