The Roommate

Steve's Hangover

"Help," Steve croaked, "help!" He winced at his own voice. You and Bucky were nowhere to be seen so Steve was left alone to wallow in regret. He waited an hour before you got up and checked on him. 

"Hey" you whispered and ran your fingers through his messy golden hair. He smiled at your comforting presence. "How are you feeling?"

"I can hear everything in the known universe," Steve pulled you in for a hug, noticing that you smelled an awful lot like his best friend, "but I'm glad you're here, sorry I ruined your night."

"Don't be silly. It was fun, we're not allowed back at that restaurant though," you joked.

"You uh..did you spend the night in Bucky's room?" steve felt awkward even asking.

"Yeah," you smiled tightly, feeling a little guilty about last night but you had planned to be with Steve today. You spoke with Bucky in the morning, asking him about last night.

"It's a relationship darling, you're allowed to do whatever-whomever- you want," Bucky responded.

"Did you want a shower? It might wake you up a bit," you asked Steve. He nodded and got up. He felt bad about getting too drunk and missing out on being with you. You waited a few moments before entering the bathroom. Steve was transfixed by the cool water hitting his face. His body was so much..just so much. Incomparable to anything you've seen. He noticed you enter in a towel and covered himself up with his hands, but it was too late you already saw him in all his glory.
"Sorry, can I join you?" You asked, shyly. Steve's breathing picked up as he nodded when you dropped the towel.

Although nothing felt sexual in that moment Steve was grateful to have you in there with him. You pumped the shower gel into your hands and told him to turn around. Every single millimetre of his body seemed to be on fire, he was so warm and dense due to his vigorous work out routine. You scrubbed and squeezed his back and glided your hands over his firm butt. He smiled and turned, feeling a little more relaxed. Steve loved the feeling of your palms pressing into his skin, rubbing circles all over. Once you slowed down around his hips and traced his V line all the way down to the base of his shaft he gripped your wrist. Only a strand of hair away from moving onto the next stage of your relationship.

"You don't need to feel obligated,"

"Steve have you actually looked at yourself in the mirror?" You laughed, confirming your answer by reaching lower to his balls. Steve exhaled nervously, water still trickling down his face. You stepped closer as you pumped his cock in your hands, the size and shape of it made your mouth water. Steve lifted your chin and kissed you softly, you pumped harder and even rubbed his hardness on your lips.

Steve felt like he would explode if he was inside of you so he stepped back.
"Sorry" he wiped his face and looked at you. Lips plump and stained from the making out, chest heaving and hands fidgety. You were just as frustrated as he.

"Sorry, I got carried away," you looked down and decided to get out now to save the situation from getting any more tense. There was nothing you wanted more than for Steve to grab you back and take you against the cold shower wall. Have your hips jerk at the sudden chill and hit Steve's crotch and then to just moan and moan as he enters you.

But that wasn't Steve. He wasn't as courageous or confident as Bucky. Steve was nervous about that next step and needed time to know you and love you even more. He considered sex to be something special between two people but since it weren't two people in this relationship he needed a boost of confidence. That's why he talked to Bucky while you were out at lunch with Wanda.

"Hey Buck," Steve was already sweating whereas Barnes had had almost a whole bowl full of spaghetti in his mouth.

"Mm?" Bucky responded, sauce dripping onto his chin.