Barretos || Closed
There was always that adrenaline rush when you’re in the chute, tied down to the bull and tightening the rope with the crowd shouting in raucous Portuguese– something that Bucky just couldn’t get enough of. His third time to Barretos and he was still shaking as he sat with a two thousand pound bull between his legs. This one was already kicking and moving against the metal walls angrily.
He gave a nod and then he was out. It was hard to imagine it had been less than eight seconds by the time Bucky got thrown off, he ran to the fence, jumping up and pulling himself over onto the other side. He was breathing hard and barely noticed the men talking to him and patting his back. He did what he always did after a ride, disappeared to find his lover, wrapping his arms around Steve and holding him maybe a little too tight.