A Place to Fall: Falling Series 1 (skinny!Steve x Bucky Barnes College AU)

Sixteen

Bucky's hands roamed over Steve's body. Running down Steve's bony chest and dipping into the hollow of Steve's stomach, tickling the supple skin with his fingertips before moving further down, grasping his aching cock. Steve's back arched, and a low whine involuntarily left his parted lips.

"What do you want me to do?" Bucky questioned, voice husky.

Another whine. Steve had no idea what to say. He wanted Bucky to do so much. To do anything. Everything. There wasn't anything that Steve didn't want Bucky to do.

"What do you want?" Bucky asked, nuzzling his face in the crook of Steve's neck. Bucky ran his lips from Steve's shoulder to the hollow just below Steve's ear and Bucky breathed, "Stevie?"

Closing his eyes, Steve curled his toes. Bucky hadn't even done anything yet and already Steve was desperately fighting off his orgasm. Jesus, how was Steve going to last once Bucky actually --

"Steve?" Bucky called.

Louder, sharper, that time. Steve startled awake with his eyes snapping open to find Bucky towel drying his damp hair, sans shirt. Again. Laying on his stomach, scrubbed his hand over his face. Extremely thankful that Steve normally slept that way. Especially with his raging hard-on.

Sure, Steve was aware that Bucky probably understood morning wood, but Steve doubted that Bucky would care to know that he was the reason behind so many of Steve's.

"C'mon," Bucky smirked, tossing the towel into the hamper. As he pulled on a gray sweatshirt, Bucky stated, "Let's get some breakfast."

"Um," Steve started, discreetly glancing down at himself before agreeing, "Okay."

"I'm thinking waffles," Bucky excitedly admitted.

Getting himself under control, Steve climbed down from Bucky's bed. As he changed out of the borrowed pajama pants and back into his jeans, Bucky tossed a navy-blue sweatshirt to Steve. Stumbling to catch it, Steve firmly grasped onto the material and gave Bucky a pointed look.

With mocking innocence, Bucky shrugged, "It's chilly out."

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes but pulled on the sweatshirt nonetheless. As Steve went to brush his teeth, Bucky giddily continued, "I think it's going to start snowing soon."

Steve made a noise of disgust while his mouth filled with foam. Amused, Bucky questioned, "Not a fan of snow?"

Spitting, Steve rinsed his toothbrush and wiped his mouth before correcting, "Not a fan of winter."

"Lame," Bucky scoffed. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the doorframe and questioned aloud, "Who doesn't like winter? Winter's the best."

Rolling his eyes, Steve scoffed and mocked, "Who doesn't like winter." Bucky laughed and moved away from the doorframe so Steve could exit the bathroom. Steve asked, "What makes winter so amazing?"

"Are you serious?" Bucky asked, a bit incredulously. As Steve pulled on his sneakers, Bucky assumed with arched eyebrows, "You are serious."

"Indeed, I am," Steve confirmed, standing up straight. He pushed his messy blond locks away from his forehead and asked, "Ready?"

"Ready," Bucky agreed, leading Steve out of the dorm room. As Bucky locked his door, he continued on his rant, "I mean, there's snowmen, and snow angels. And... and... Snowball fights! Who doesn't love a good snowball fight?"

Steve gave Bucky a pointed look as they left the building.

"C'mon, snowball fights are amazing," Bucky tried to persuade Steve.

However, Steve wasn't persuaded. Instead, Steve admitted, "I used to get sick a lot. Never really participated in a snowball fight."

Bucky was quiet for a moment. Just looking over Steve. Glancing over at Bucky, Steve studied the brunet. Steve didn't want Bucky to pity him. That was the last thing that Steve wanted. Even if that was the only possible reason for Bucky to even consider him a friend to begin with.

"Well, there's other good things about winter," Bucky declared after a moment.

"Oh, yeah?" Steve questioned, glancing at Bucky again. Bucky nodded his confirmation and Steve asked, "Like what?"

"Well," Bucky thought as they headed towards the restaurant. Once Bucky finally had it, Bucky companionably wrapped his arm around Steve's frail shoulders and pulled the smaller man closer. "There's snow days, and cuddling by the fire while drinking hot chocolate."

A blush was on Steve's cheeks. Steve had never been this close to Bucky before, and he took the opportunity to memorize the way that Bucky's envious dark lashes brushed against Bucky's attractive high cheekbones. Memorized the way Bucky's eyes weren't just steel-blue, but they were molten silver in a stream of blue on a cloudy day, right before a storm.

"I mean, everyone loves hot chocolate," Bucky said, doing the impossible and tucking Steve in even closer.

Steve's heart stuttered in his chest. And when Bucky turned his large grin towards Steve, Steve's breath hitched. Unable to see -- or think -- about anything or anyone than Bucky.