{"id":992,"date":"2015-09-04T19:56:18","date_gmt":"2015-09-04T17:56:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pr0nandchocolate.net\/shirasade\/?p=992"},"modified":"2015-09-04T19:56:18","modified_gmt":"2015-09-04T17:56:18","slug":"everybody-knows-im-your-guilty-pleasure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shirasade.net\/fiction\/everybody-knows-im-your-guilty-pleasure\/","title":{"rendered":"(Everybody Knows) I\u2019m Your Guilty Pleasure"},"content":{"rendered":"

Author's Note<\/strong>: Quicky fic that had to be written. Because how could Steve resist those little shorts? \ud83d\ude42
\nTitle from \u201cGuilty Pleasure\u201d by Ke$ha.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

To the public, Captain America is an ideal, a paragon of virtue. Steve Rogers, on the other hand, is only a man, with a man\u2019s weaknesses. Bucky Barnes knows which one he prefers.<\/p>\n

He might charge into battle as Cap\u2019s trusty side-kick, but after they come back, it\u2019s Steve who looks at Bucky with hunger in his eyes. There\u2019s usually also more than a little guilt shadowing that handsome face, only never enough to stop him from claiming Bucky\u2019s mouth in a greedy kiss or almost ripping off whatever Bucky has on. As a rule, the guilt is more pronounced when Bucky has been wearing his ridiculous costume, probably because it screams kid<\/em> much more than his stealth combat uniform. <\/p>\n

Still, when Bucky\u2019s patience finally snapped he\u2019d been in costume. Catching Steve\u2019s surreptitious glances, he\u2019d trapped his friend in his quarters after an Invaders mission, asking exasperatedly: \u201cHonestly, Steve, you ever gonna do something about it, or will you just keep staring at me like you\u2019re Dum Dum and I\u2019m a cigar?\u201d <\/p>\n

The question startled a bark of laughter out of Steve, but it was another tense minute, during which guilt, surprise and lust were chasing across his features, before his body slumped, tension fleeing as he capitulated to the inevitable and let Bucky pull him to his bed. They tumbled onto it in a graceless heap, Bucky swearing colorfully when he ended up with most of Steve\u2019s not inconsiderable weight on top of himself, but then Steve\u2019s lips finally slanted over his mouth and all clear thought fled while they began hastily exploring one another\u2019s bodies. They didn\u2019t last long that first time, and Bucky didn\u2019t get to taste every corner of Steve\u2019s delectable body, but luckily it wasn\u2019t the last time. Not by a long shot.<\/p>\n

Typically, once he\u2019s decided on a course of action, Steve doesn\u2019t look back, and Bucky has never loved being a teenager more than when trying to keep up with a supersoldier\u2019s serum-enhanced sex drive. Once, feeling Steve\u2019s dick twitch against his sticky skin only minutes after they\u2019ve both come, he can\u2019t help but laugh: \u201cI bet you were damn cozy with your right hand before you had me, because the whole camp would\u2019ve known if you\u2019d been making time with any dames!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBucky!\u201d Steve\u2019s reprimand is marred by the blush staining his cheeks, so Bucky just shrugs, unfazed, and kisses the pout away. When Bucky\u2019s own dick also makes his renewed interest known, he can feel Steve grin smugly in return. Then large hands turn him over onto his stomach, and soon neither one of them is in any shape to pass judgement. <\/p>\n

After only the most cursory of prep work, three fingers and some vaseline, Steve pushes into Bucky, but the burn is welcome, and Bucky pushes back, meeting Steve thrust for thrust until he falls apart with a shout, barely noticing Steve following him moments later. Afterwards, Steve pulls his softening cock gently out of Bucky\u2019s body and turns them to the side, cradling Bucky against his broad chest. They\u2019re too fucked out for guilt now, there\u2019s only a tenderness that causes a happy sigh to escape Bucky even before Steve\u2019s words register: \u201cDon\u2019t want to be making time with anyone but you, Buck.\u201d<\/p>\n

That\u2019s of course the root of Steve\u2019s problem. Not that Bucky sees it that way, but he knows Steve\u2019s a worrier by nature. Bucky is only thrilled that his best friend, the guy he\u2019s had it bad for since pretty much forever, wants him as much as Bucky does. It\u2019s how James Buchanan Barnes operates - life\u2019s been handing him lemons for so long, he\u2019s learned to not just make lemonade but fucking lemon tarts. Lucky for him, Steve might be the best soldier, the best man, he knows, but he\u2019s no blind rule-follower, so when Bucky licks his lips and rounds on him with intent in his eyes, there\u2019s only that split-second hesitation before Steve manhandles him onto the nearest flat surface. There\u2019s a war on, after all, and even lemons are rationed.<\/p>\n

The Invaders know, Bucky\u2019s pretty sure, but they\u2019re not the most conventional bunch of guys to begin with, and they like one another enough not to begrudge any comfort found in war time. It\u2019s a favor Bucky especially appreciates when they\u2019re camped out in Bumfuck, Germany and everyone pretends Steve\u2019s little tent gives more than just the illusion of privacy. It\u2019s all the excuse needed for Bucky to slide to his knees in front of Steve, nosing the already half-hard cock through the fabric of his costume. <\/p>\n

Bucky pops open the buttons confining the impressive length and glances up through his lashes, at the sight of Steve\u2019s flushed face, red cheeks making his eyes seem bluer than ever. It\u2019s an obscene mirror of the Captain America colors Steve still wears, sitting on the edge of his cot, strong thighs falling open, and Bucky grins and tongues over the tip of Steve\u2019s erection, delighted when long fingers dig sharply into his scalp. Bucky\u2019s own costume immediately becomes much less comfortable, and he uses the hand not fondling Steve\u2019s balls to free himself from the too-tight shorts. <\/p>\n

Sometime he would need to have words with whatever genius designed his stupid side-kick costume. Right now, however, Steve\u2019s erection is growing in his mouth, and he hollows his cheeks and sucks, loving the weight of it, the flavor and texture. He\u2019s done so ever since the first time Steve let him do this, addicted to knowing he\u2019s the one causing the older man to gasp and moan, fighting not to make too much noise, not to slip up and use too much force on Bucky. <\/p>\n

Even now all of Steve\u2019s muscles are tense as he\u2019s holding himself still by sheer power of will, and Bucky slides his hand over rippling abs to tease a peaked nipple, twists it until Steve\u2019s fingers curl around his wrist so tightly, Bucky knows there\u2019ll be marks. It makes his dick twitch in his fist, and he barely manages to keep up the rhythmic bobbing of his head. The first drops of Steve\u2019s come coat his tongue, and he tastes it eagerly. <\/p>\n

It never lasts long when they\u2019re out in the field, too much adrenaline probably, too much fighting and killing, and Bucky welcomes the tremors of his own climax quickly approaching while he fucks his own hand more and more erratically. Then Steve forcibly pulls him off his cock, and Bucky gasps, delight at being thus manhandled shooting through him. He finds himself on his back, legs pushed apart and the last thing he sees before his eyes slide shut in ecstasy is the wicked grin on Steve\u2019s mouth as he lowers it onto Bucky\u2019s dick.<\/p>\n

When two thick fingers trace his lips he opens them willingly, knowing just what Steve wants, and wets them thoroughly. Steve retracts his hand, and then Bucky\u2019s hips are lifted, Steve\u2019s mouth still hot around him, to allow access to Bucky\u2019s ass. The spit-slick fingers trail over his balls and further back, and Bucky has to bite down onto his hand to stop himself from cursing out loud. No matter how often he admonishes Bucky for his filthy mouth, Bucky knows that Steve\u2019s kind of loves it when they\u2019re fucking, but there\u2019s a time and a place, and when Namor and Torch can be heard bantering back and forth less than ten feet away is definitely neither.<\/p>\n

Therefore he comes without a word, spilling down Steve\u2019s throat. The moment he\u2019s finished, however, Steve pulls off, and Bucky can\u2019t stop himself from gasping when Steve\u2019s erection slides between his thighs. He rocks against Bucky a few times, blunt cock head pushing against his hole without entering, and then Bucky is treated to the always appreciated sight of his best friend falling apart. Steve is normally so controlled, has to be or risk accidentally hurting people, but he\u2019s beautiful like this, still half-dressed in his Cap costume, sweat glistening on golden skin, his whole body shuddering with its release. <\/p>\n

Bucky\u2019s favorite part, however, is the way he not once looks away from Bucky. To the public, Captain America is an ideal, a paragon of virtue. Steve Rogers, on the other hand, is only a man, with a man\u2019s weaknesses - but in moments like this, there is no trace of guilt in his eyes, nor any of the burden he normally carries on his broad shoulders. And Bucky would go to hell and back to keep that look on his face.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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