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sebuttchinstan asked: stucky-13 let's do this
stucky-turning the other off (i cheated a little, bela, but i hope you like it anyway!)
It’s not that Steve’s ashamed. He’s not. He’s seventeen, and his body is a mess, and he’s got an overactive imagination, everyone says so. It’s just…he sort of wishes this kind of thing wouldn’t happen in church.
"Stevie," Bucky whispers from next to him, a grin in his voice. "Where’d you get that banana in your pocket, and why ain’t you sharing?"
Steve’s blush, a soft heat at the back of his neck, flares high and hot. “Bucky,” he hisses. “Shut the hell up.”
Bucky snickers. “Now that’s very ungodly language, pal. You’ll have to do penance…for that among other things, I bet.”
Steve squirms. “Pipe down,” he says out the side of his mouth. “It’s normal. Very normal.” He tries valiantly to think about something disgusting. The smell of rotting garbage in the alley behind the church. That wart on his neighbor’s chin. Bucky, spouting blood after a fight, bright red and stark on a swollen bottom lip—
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph," Bucky breathes. "What are you even thinking about?”
Steve ducks his head into his hands, miserable. “I’m tryin’ not to think about anything,” he bites out. “Ma’s sick enough—should be here praying for her, not gettin’ a lift on a church pew.”
Bucky is silent for a second next to Steve, the line of his body a familiar wall of warmth. “Lemme help out,” he says finally, voice quiet. He leans closer, and for a wild moment, Steve thinks he means literally, imagines Bucky spitting into his palm and reaching over, splitting the seam of Steve’s trousers, wrapping his hand around Steve’s dick, slick heat and steady friction, soft sounds of approval coming out of his mouth as he encourages Steve to “finish, yeah, com’n Steve, ya gotta hurry, that’s a good boy, feels good, feels good, right? Com’n—”
Then Bucky’s hand is gripping Steve’s thigh, dwarfing the slim span of it. “Whatever you’re thinking about, you should probably stop,” he says, and his voice sounds strained. “Your eyes just about rolled to the back of your head.”
Steve takes a deep breath through his nose, tries to steady the galloping of his heart.
"Listen, I’m gonna just talk to you," Bucky says, voice low and gravelly, like it’s being pulled from the pit of his stomach. "Just somethin’ simple. Baseball. Yeah, we’re gonna talk about baseball."
And then he’s whispering into Steve’s ear, baseball stats and idle observations about players and the occasional bit of trash talk. And it should help. It should be mind-numbing, or at the very least, so interesting that Steve’s attention is diverted.
But all he can focus on is the rasp of Bucky’s voice, the brush of his mouth agains the sensitive outer shell of Steve’s ear, the burning points of contact where his fingers are still digging into Steve’s thigh, and, and—
Brushing against the bulge in Steve’s trousers. Steady, slight, stroking bits of pressure. Against all odds, Steve’s dick hardens even further.
Steve gives a whimper, a small noise like he’s been punched, the breath pulling out of his chest in shallow bursts. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Bucky swallow.
After that, Steve doesn’t ever look at baseball quite the same way.
myfandomsaremyhome asked: I WOULD LIKE TO INFORM YOU THAT YOUR STUCKY FIC THAT IS JUST PORN MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE CHANGED MY ENTIRE LIFE
thank you, friend
you are rockin them !! u3u
ty bb! I’ve been watching lots of vintage hair tutorials so this’ll be a good base :)