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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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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."