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The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
And Steve Rogers is on a highway to hell.
Call it self-preservation. Call it premature reconciliation. Call it exhausted and horny from a fight, Steve didn’t care, so long as that last one never made it into an official SHIELD report. He’d woken on the Potomac, beaten and bloodied, bleeding out, staring up into the unflinching eyes of the Winter Soldier.
Blue eyes. Bucky’s eyes. Dilated and dark. Gloved hands stroking down his stomach. Checking for bleeding?
…sure. Sure. He’d go with that. Clearly. Clearly just—
Nope. Definitely palming him, then, he thought as that hand squeezed against his half-hard cock. Not that he, um, minded. You know. It’d been seventy years. Give or take. But hemorrhaging, concussed, and half-dead wasn’t exactly how he’d pictured this meeting. And he was pretty sure from the dazed, frowning concentration on that face the Soldier didn’t really know what he was doing, either.
Of course, with HYDRA, with Bucky, after everything they’d done…there were bound to be consent issues. Steve knew. They might never—and that was okay. Buck deserved to be treated gently. And Steve loved him, loved him as a friend and as a brother and as a lover so if sex was off the table now, even forever, it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Bucky had been brainwashed. Bucky had been raped. Consent was definitely going to be an issue…
What he hadn’t imagined was it going the other way.
“Uh, Buck?” he asks (He’s not hard. Not hard at all.). “What are you doing there?”
The Soldier only grunts.
(Steve does his best not to.)
“Hey, hey there, buddy,” Steve puts a hand on that metal arm even as the touch of the working hand against him drags shivers and moans from his mouth. Tries to direct him away. “You don’t have to do that—“
“Hey, Buck—“
“Bucky, no.”
“Bucky, stop.”
“Oh, oh God, Buck—“
And that is how Steven Grant Rogers found himself thrusting erratically and grunting into his friend’s metal hand against his better judgement and against his will. It was also how he found himself having his first conscious orgasm since 1945. Not exactly a moment to be proud of.
…Goddamnit.