Stucky - an exceptional Lovestory
Anxiety that things will never be the same… I’m solitary can’t you understand…
Bucky took another sip of the vodka bottle, while he studied the kitchen plate in detail. He should really booze the rest of the bottle too.
Maybe that would stop his mind chaos. But when he wanted to start the next sip, someone from behind
took the bottle out of his hand. Bucky jumped with fright.
“You should drink less.” He heard Steve’s voice, which now sounded more sober then before his nap.
“And you should not tell me what I have to do.” He answered slightly annoyed,
while he was waiting to get the bottle back.
But Steve just drank the rest in one gulp, instead of giving him the bottle.
Bucky just shook his head before continuing to stare at the kitchen counter.
In the past, he had worked perfectly, as a murdering robot.
And now? Each day consisted only of one emotional chaos after another.
Bucky was not used to that, and he could not handle it.
This situation destroyed him.
He just did not want to feel anything anymore. It was all the worse for him when Steve unexpectedly embraced him from behind. It felt like several bombs exploding in his head and blowing his synapses. At first the thought flashed through his mind that this was another test of his friend. But why would Steve test if he was gay? Steve usually played no games. Bucky took a deep breath. It felt good. Too good to be true. Was that a dream again? Would he immediately wake up with a boner again?
“Steve”, Bucky’s voice was hoarse and slightly craggy.
A moaned “mmm” was the whole answer he got before Steve put his head on his shoulder.
“What’s that supposed to be?” Stammered Bucky, while he was desperately trying to move. But his best friend had him sandwiched between himself and the kitchen counter and gave him no answer.
But he did not answer. He only held on to his friend.
Bucky closed his eyes as he felt the embrace turn into a clutch. His heart began to beat like crazy. He heard Steve breathing.
Why the hell was the vodka empty?
He needed more vodka!
When he felt Steve’s breath on his neck, Bucky’s breathing stopped. He swallowed hard. It started to tingle on his spine.
“Buck …” He heard Steve’s voice quietly at his ear, and he could vaguely feel his lips on his earlobe.
The tingling sensation made its way down his spine, right down to his ass. Bucky instantly popped a chubby. But he did not move. He did not say a word. He was not breathing. He just stood there. Until he felt Steve’s lips against his neck.
Bucky snatched Steve’s hug with such force, that Steve almost crashed into the fridge.
“You should stop drinking! Your gay affections are unbearable! Safe this for Tony!”
Bucky screamed slightly hysterically.
When Steve tried to take a step towards Bucky, he raised his hand threateningly. “Stay where you are and never touch me again!” Bucky screamed desperately before he stormed out of the apartment…
(to be continued)