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

Thirty-Three

With lips affectionately to his temple, Steve was woken up by Bucky softly, excitedly informing him, "It's snowing!"

"Cool," Steve rasped in reply.

"C'mon, Stevie," Bucky pleaded. A crack in his voice that had blood rushing to Steve's semi hard cock.

"Uh uh," Steve protested, lifting his hand up to grasp at Bucky's naked torso. Trying to pull Bucky back down, so they could stay in bed just a little while longer.

"Ste-eve," Bucky whined, causing Steve's dick to take an eager interest in the matter. Especially when Bucky started kissing down Steve's jaw. Ducking into the hollow of Steve's neck, Bucky pressed a kiss just below Steve's cute, little ear as he tried to persuade Steve again, "Please."

Steve was about to suggest they lay in bed for just five more minutes. But he didn't get the chance. The door opened and Bucky removed his face from the crook of Steve's neck.

"It's snowing!" Clint loudly exclaimed.

With a yawn, Steve rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes the with heels of his hands. Steve didn't get much sleep. After Bucky's heartfelt confession, it was all Steve could think about. Even after Bucky had fallen asleep -- with Steve's hand held in his -- Steve just laid there, watching the brunet while he thought about everything that he wanted to happen.

"Shit," Clint chuckled and asked, "Steve is that you?"

"Yeah," Steve yawned again, covering his mouth with his hand. Opening his eyes, he rolled onto his side again and lifted himself up onto his elbow, "What time is it?"

"Eight," Clint and Bucky answered in unison.

Steve rolled his eyes and let out a tired groan as he let himself fall back onto his back. Closing his eyes, Steve heard Clint cheekily questioned, "Eventful night?"

Instead of answering, Bucky took the pillow that he had slept on and tossed it at Clint's head. Of course, Clint caught the pillow and tossed it right back at Bucky. Steve opened his eyes, to make sure that he wasn't about to get pelted. Luckily, Bucky caught the pillow and held it in his lap while he asked Clint, "What kind of snow is it?"

"Superb.  Packing," Clint enthusiastically answered with a large, childish grin on his face, "The Snow Gods have clearly blessed us this fine morning."

Bucky looked over at Steve and coaxed, "C'mon, we gotta go now."

Steve draped his arm over his eyes as he said, "We live in New York. Do you know just how much snow we get?"

"C'mon," Bucky begged. Leaning down, Bucky spoke softly in Steve's ear, "If I promise that we can spend the rest of the day cuddling, will you get out of bed?"

Refraining from shuddering at the sensation of Bucky's breath on his ear, Steve cautiously removed his arm. Playfully, Steve narrowed his eyes at Bucky, trying to read the brunet. Was Steve really that transparent?

Bucky linked his own hands and pouted his lower lip as he implored, "Please."

Apparently, Steve was an open book because Bucky started celebrating before Steve even spoke the word, "Okay."

Perhaps it was Bucky was too cute to deny. Or maybe it was because Steve could never say no to Bucky. But Steve preferred to think that he was only going to participate so he could spend the day all wrapped up in Bucky once they were done playing in the snow.

So, sure, Steve could tolerate some outdoors fun if his reward was some indoor cuddles.

After his morning business was done, Steve changed out of the borrowed pajama pants, and had no issue with Bucky seeing his body. Instead, Steve found it quite exhilarating to have Bucky's gaze trained on his nearly nude frame.

When Bucky's grin turned wolfish, a warmth started in Steve's middle before extending out to his extremities. Completely dressed in his outdoor attire, Bucky crossed the room and stopped right in front of Steve. Steve kept his focus on Bucky's eyes. Even though Bucky's eyes were sweeping down Steve's admittedly, naturally emaciated frame.

Steve wasn't sure what Bucky saw in him, but he didn't have the heart to question it either. Instead, he straightened his shoulders and held his head high. Exuding the little confidence that he had.  And all the more that he was gaining in that moment with Bucky's attention trained on him, and him alone.

Once Bucky's gaze met Steve's, Bucky purposely bit his lower lip and made sure that Steve was well aware that he was checking him out again. Then, Bucky turned and headed towards the door. Calling over his shoulder, "You were right. We should've stayed in bed."

Steve had never gotten dressed so quickly before in his life.