Bucky's Diary

July 4, 1944

I Wanna Be Yours – Arctic Monkeys
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Dear Diary,

Well, another birthday's arrived, and it's certainly an unusual one.

As much as I wish we could just be home and relaxing in Brooklyn for today, I think it's a good thing that we're in England and abroad- sometimes it's nice to spice things up.

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When I rolled over, he wasn't even next to me.

I looked around with blurry morning eyes to see him across the room with a towel pulled around him.

"Mmm, Steve?" I mumbled groggily.

"Oh, morning, Buck- I didn't think you'd be up for another hour or so," he answered. "Just thought I'd shower so that you could shower once you woke up, too."

"Why not save water?" I smirked to myself, opening my sleepy eyes again and fighting the sleep that taunted me.

When I looked upon him again, though, I thought I saw him standing there with the American flag draped around his body in the most sexual possible way- if that's even a real thing. When I rubbed my eyes, it was back to the plain, beige towel I'd seen before.

"Good point," he smiled back at me. "Wanna join me?"

"That's not even a question," I answered, getting up from the bed and making my way to the bathroom.

He followed after me and pushed me against the sink to start kissing me. "Hot damn," he commented, his hand on my crotch. "You're alrea-"

"I just woke up," I chuckled. "But, you know, we don't have to talk about that. Just kiss me."

I pulled his lips down onto mine and kissed him so wondrously, almost wishing we could fuck on the damned bathroom counter or against the wall or literally wherever was closest, even though the shower was already running and we were only a few feet away.

"Let's get in the shower," I started inching that way. "C'mon, before I can't help myself from starting out here."

He raised an eyebrow at me and hopped in, allowing me to follow as soon as I'd taken off my boxers.

The shower was noticeably bigger than the one back at home, even though it didn't seem to make much of a difference because, well, Steve was so much bigger anyway.

But the water, god, it made everything so much better and I can't even begin to explain it in the slightest. Maybe it was the extra shine or bounce it gave everything, or maybe it was the slipperiness of it all- damn, that's gotta be it.

I ran my fingers through his hair and made sure my body had as much possible contact with his as humanly feasible. We were moaning quietly already at the sheer sensation of being wet, and nothing had even begun in actuality.

He pulled my body closer to his, even more than I thought possible, and I could just feel both of our members rubbing between our bodies so intensely.

He took some soap into his hands and started massaging it all across my body and drove me completely wild for more.

I reached for the shampoo, as a last attempt to take over, and started running it through his hair. Yet, he only took this as an opportunity to pull me in while my arms were occupied and kiss me harder than I thought possible.

I felt him take control over the situation more than I was used to, but I had yet to decide if it was something I hated or loved. I let him continue just, you know, for science- or, rather, for my own mental-wellbeing because it was already glaringly obvious that I liked being a bottom sometimes and just hated more than anything to admit it. Hell, I will never, ever, admit it... but I'm sure he already knows.

His hands reached around my body and grabbed my ass, much to my surprise, and just squeezed until I felt weak at the knees. He started breathing softly into my ear and kissing down my neck until I was as vocal as I remember him being.

I pulled away.

"You wanna top?" I asked him, so that it might seem as though I was offering, rather than having it taken from me.

He exhaled and pulled me back up against his body for a brief moment before pushing my front side against the wall and lining himself up. "What do you think?" he started. "How do you like this?" he began to massage me and took me into his hand to tease me.

I just groaned into the open air and said nothing, unsure what to say so that I might not give away just yet that I was so incredibly turned on by this that I could just finish right now.

"Hmm?" he hummed into my ear, kissing my neck and biting gently on the delicate skin. He chuckled, "I think you like it."

"And?" I whispered.

"And you just hate to admit that you're a switch, just like I recently decided I am," he murmured back.

"But I-"

"I know, you prefer topping and I prefer bottoming, that's evident, but that's not exactly ideal right now," he explained. "And, don't even try telling me you're not turned on by this right now."

"Fuck, just do it already," I demanded. He didn't. "What?"

"Well, first, you're such a power bottom," he snickered. "Second, I really do just wanna hear you say it."

That's my line.

"God fucking damnit Steve, I'm turned on by this. By your body on mine and your dick on my fucking ass and your mouth on my neck and... your hands all over me- now," I mumbled, almost getting lost in what I'd been saying. "Fuck me before I change my damn mind"

I felt him go in with a grunt, and another and another... I couldn't take it. He was so massive now and somehow so good at this that I heard myself scream out after a matter of seconds, only a few strokes in.

"Holy-" he started, stopping himself as I felt him pull out and finish on my back.

I turned around and kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. "So, 26, huh?"

"Yea, what can I say," he answered. "I'm old."

"Like Hell. I'm older than you," I corrected him.

"Oh, whatever."

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So, we finished showering and actually just went back to bed for a little while longer because, it's his birthday, why the hell not?

~ J. Buchanan Barnes