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

Forty-Three

It didn't take long for Steve and Bucky to move from the futon to Bucky's bed. It also wasn't long before both teenagers had stripped down to their boxer briefs. Completely neglecting the movie marathon in favor of exploring one another's body. Especially the pleasure that each were feeling and both were creating with each press of lips and grind of hips.

Currently, Steve was beneath Bucky with his thin legs wrapped deliciously around Bucky's waist. Exchanging heated, hungry kisses, Bucky rutted his hips against Steve's. Both letting out moans when their dicks slotted along one another.

Steve was positive that he was going to come. Absolutely convinced of the inevitable the longer the pair made out. Not that Steve was complaining. Just the opposite actually. Steve was encouraging Bucky with each new noise that slipped from his mouth. Neither knew just how vocal the usually quiet boy could be until then, least of all Steve.

And as much as Steve was enjoying the current predicament the pair was in, it wasn't nearly enough. Steve wanted more. Needed more. To start, Steve opened his mouth invitingly and was thoroughly delighted when Bucky licked his way into his mouth.

Then, remembering just how sensitive Bucky's pierced nipples were, Steve brought his hands from around Bucky's back to his hairy chest. Making sure to brush his thumbs teasingly over the pert nipples. Thrilling when a guttural groan escaped Bucky. The simple gesture even caused Bucky's ministrations to turn frantic.

Steve was pleasantly surprised when Bucky ran his hand up Steve's slim thigh and over Steve's slender hip; clearly on his way to Steve's aching member. However, Bucky's hand paused just above Steve's black boxer brief waistband.

Breathing erratically, just like Steve, Bucky pulled back to make eye contact with the petite blond. Softly, Bucky's husky voice asked, "Can I touch you?"

Steve could've come at that simple question. To stave off his fast-approaching orgasm, Steve closed his eyes and bit down harshly on his lower lip. Completely enthralled in his pleasure, Steve tilted his head back. Using that to his advantage, Bucky tenderly ran his nose along Steve's elegant neck and his jawline.

"Please," Steve managed to rasp out. Bucky pulled his face back again so he could see Steve's face, and Steve pleaded, "Touch me."

Surging forward once again, Bucky pressed his lips to Steve's. As the kiss deepened, Bucky allowed his hand to slip under the fabric of Steve's cotton boxer briefs. Finally touching Steve for the first time.

With a feather-light touch, Bucky gave Steve an experimental stroke. Of course, having never been touched by another person, the sensation was more than satisfactory. Steve's back arched and his toes curled as Bucky gave his cock another stroke.

Twisting on the upstroke, Steve broke the kiss. Tilting his head back, Steve breathlessly moaned out, "Buck, fuck. Fuck."

Pausing, Bucky rested his forehead on Steve's shoulder. Seemingly needing a minute, the pair just laid there trying to catch their breaths. Once Bucky had calmed down enough to continue, he pressed a line of sweet kisses from Steve's shoulder to his sternum while stroking Steve's hard length again.

Encouraging the movement, Steve thrust in time with the heavenly pull of Bucky's divinely calloused hand. Steve bit his own lower lip, and keened, "I'm gonna come. Fuck! Buck, Bucky, I'm gonna --"

Steve's orgasm ripped through him, painting his abdomen with white ropes of his own come. Bucky continued stroking Steve through his orgasm, which Steve was extremely grateful for.

As Steve's heart aggressively thudded in his rib cage, Steve was mildly aware of Bucky's lips pressed against his neck and the attractive moans that slipped from Bucky's open mouth. Once Steve had regained his wits, Steve was wise enough to realize that Bucky was jerking himself off.

Wanting to make Bucky feel as good as Bucky had made him feel, Steve slid his hand down Bucky's torso. Reaching Bucky's boxer briefs, Steve touched Bucky's wrist, and was relieved when Bucky's hand paused. Bucky kept his face in Steve's neck and Steve asked, "Can I?"

Nodding his consent, Bucky quickly removed his own hand from his underwear and gave permission to Steve, "Yes. God, yes."

Elated to finally getting to touch Bucky, Steve affectionately grasped Bucky's stiff, throbbing dick. Bucky let out a loud groan with his lips still pressed against Steve's neck, causing the vibrations to rattle through his fragile frame.

If Steve thought that having Bucky touching him was heavenly, it couldn't even compare to how it felt to finally have his hands on the handsome brunet. Steve wanted Bucky to feel amazing. To feel phenomenal. Absolutely glorious. Steve was determined.

So, Steve continued stroking Bucky's erection. Urging the brunet to let himself go. Emboldened by the noises that Bucky was making and the way that he thrust into Steve's grip, Steve thought about all the things that he, himself, enjoyed and tried those. Twisting on the upstroke. A teasing squeeze, just below the head. Thumbing over the slit.

"Steve... Stevie," Bucky breathlessly relayed in a reverent tone. As though Bucky was saying a prayer. He just kept repeating Steve's name, as though it was the only word he knew. It was enough to cause Steve's own softening cock to twitch in desire.

Bucky buried his face further into Steve's neck as he finally came. His come spurting out in thick white ropes all over Steve's stomach; mixing with the remnants of Steve's own orgasm. It was simply erotic and appreciated as Steve continued stroking Bucky through it.

Positively spent, Bucky dropped down on top of Steve. Fully encompassing the petite boy with his thicker frame, Bucky simply laid there breathing into Steve's neck. Not that Steve minded. Especially when Bucky delicately brushed his lips along Steve's neck as he nuzzled closer.

And despite how much Steve wanted to just lay there with Bucky forever, he was starting to get uncomfortably sticky. Clearing his throat, Steve said, "Um, Bucky?"

"Yeah?" Bucky softly hummed. His voice right in Steve's ear.

"I'm, uh," Steve started, but was unsure of how to word it. So, instead Steve simply shifted as much as he could and said, "Uh... I'm..."

"Oh," Bucky stated, getting it. Climbing off Steve, Bucky blushed and said, "Sorry." Then he noticed the mess on Steve's abdomen and told the smaller boy, "I'll go get a towel."

"Thanks," Steve declared.

Bucky pressed a quick kiss to Steve's lips before climbing down from his bed. Heading for the bathroom and leaving Steve, sated in bed with a small, pleased grin on his face.