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It's a rare moment of quiet. They're well behind friendly lines for once, not relaxed so much as taking a breath to recover. The Commandos are off taking advantage of their limited R 'n' R time in Spain before they start towards Paris to help the resistance, Dugan leading the way through every bar he and other others can find. Steve, on the other hand, has decided to stay behind and look in on his best friend and right hand man. Which is a joke right now, considering Bucky's left arm only now just got out of a sling.

"How ya feelin', Buck?" He leans against the door frame, not bothering to knock because they'd stopped knocking when they were ten or so. He feels uncommonly cheery; they haven't had any time to themselves in months. Maybe years, Steve's lost count. "Think you'll ever pitch again?"

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With Bucky's hand on his chest, though he's hardly strong enough to shove Steve down with so little pressure, Steve lays back readily. His hands fly to Bucky's biceps, clutching tightly enough to bruise for a moment before he remembers himself and snatches his hands away, leaving five finger print marks on each arm.

A load moan from the back of his throat and Steve's hips are lifting off the cot to meet those teasing hands, the captain's arms wrapping around behind Bucky's head for lack of anywhere else to reach, fingers fisting in hair and cradling as if Steve can't decide if he wants to pull his partner into a crushing embrace or let him continue his exquisite torture unimpeded.

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Bucky only fondles for so long before he pulls his hand away and wriggles out of Steve's hold to stand beside the bed. Once there, he works on removing Steve's pants and underwear in one swoop, leaving the other man open to the room.

He wasn't going to leave Steve as the only one uncovered, but he couldn't help the pause he took as he admired the body so familiar and unfamiliar to him. There were marks and scars he recognized as old, but the physique was entirely different and well worth admiring.

There was strange mix of sadness and thankfulness at how his friend now looked, different but at least healthy, and it just made him more determined to become just as intimately acquainted with this version of Steve as he'd been with the old one.

Bucky finally stripped himself down as well and climbed back onto the bed to deliver kisses to a firm torso and waist, moving down to hips before finally delivering kisses to a hardened length. Some other things had also changed, but he doubted either of them were complaining.

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"Bucky?" It's a nervous sort of reminder that he's still there, that Bucky's been staring at him with such a strange look on his face. He sees it sometimes, when they'll be planning and he glances over to find Bucky already trying to wipe the expression away into something more serious.

It seems to do the same this time, Steve's attention on him snapping Bucky back to reality and soon his friend is naked too and sliding onto the cot on top of him, lips meeting skin that's never been tasted before. Steve can't quite stifle the gasp that comes from him as Bucky's mouth moves from his stomach to waist, from waist to hips, placing soft kisses as if he's still as scrawny and fragile as he once was.

He nearly protests, but then those lips are on his cock instead and his voice turns into a heavy moan instead, Steve's fingers finding their way into Bucky's already unkempt hair and curling there as if to urge him on.

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Bucky still might have problems remembering Steve's not as fragile as he used to be, but the grips Steve sometimes get are reminder enough when Bucky does forget. He grins a little at Steve's reaction and he can't help but take a little pride in knowing he does this to Steve, he can unravel his best friend with the lightest of touch and a well-placed kiss, it was a very heady feeling.

"Now you're just tryin' to show off, Rogers." To illustrate what he meant, Bucky's fingers curled around Steve's length as he ran his tongue slowly up the side of it. It wasn't massive but it was impressive and definitely bigger than Steve's old 'equipment.' That serum really had made the good better.

Bucky was mostly teasing and he showed it in the way his hand and mouth never left Steve's sensitive skin. He held the base, stroking with his fingers while he licked every side of the length before taking as much of it into his mouth, comfortably, as he could. And then he sucked on it hard.

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"Jealous?" He blushes, from his shoulders and up his neck, but there's a wicked grin that crosses his farm-boy features. He may not be the type to obsess about his own equipment, but he'd definitely noticed the welcome change in package along with everything else.

Then Bucky's tongue is on him and rational thought attempts to make a break for it. The sensation is heavenly and makes him quiver in Bucky's solid grip. He can't help but crane his neck to get a glimpse, watching himself disappear between Bucky's lips and going momentarily breathless at the sight. It's only when the Sargent sucks that he remembers to breath, sucking in oxygen with the force of a vacuum.

"Oh."