Rimming Steve

[by sergeantstuckbutts]

"April, 1939" by what_alchemy -- Charming pre-war story. Steve awkwardly flirts with Bucky because he's hot to be rimmed. Bucky knows exactly what the score is. First part of "Timestamp" series. Deserves its own separate listing.

Excerpt:

He got through only half a smoke before he heard Steve shuffling around behind him. He glanced back to find Steve in the threadbare terrycloth robe Bucky’d gotten him four Christmases ago, hair wet from a shower and combed neatly into place. He set his toiletries down and came up to the window.

“Hey Buck,” he said. “None of the dames in Brooklyn got time for Bucky Barnes tonight?”

Bucky pivoted a bit to face him, tilted a half smile at him, and Steve dropped his eyes, face going pink all the way to the tips of his ears.

Ah, Bucky thought. So that’s the kind of night it is.

Bucky’s smirk grew further before he blew out the smoke in his lungs and crushed out the flame. He tucked the half a cigarette back into the box.

“Nah,” he said. “I’m the one ain’t got time for them.”

Steve scoffed and fiddled with a cuff, which resulted in the fabric of the robe slouching down one side to expose the milky expanse of one shoulder, the pale pink disc of one little nipple, hardening in the evening cool. This was Steve’s version of flirting. It was clumsy, but it got the job done, and something in Bucky swelled with a sort of Neanderthal pride to have been, as far as he knew, the only recipient of Steve’s efforts.

[by sergeantstuckbutts]

"Timestamp" (5 part series) by what_alchemy -- Mainly set in 21st century. Steve plays truth or dare with the other Avengers and is goaded into coming out to them. Steve finds Bucky again and runs away with him. Bucky is still a great rimmer.

Excerpt:

“God, I almost forgot how much you loved this,” Bucky said. “How could I forget that, when you look so gorgeous?”

Steve only hummed in response, but Bucky’s hand came up to ease his head away, and then he was being borne down face first into the bedding. Bucky insinuated himself between Steve’s legs and settled in. His hand passed over Steve’s ass, and then his lips, and then he spread one cheek away from the other and dropped a kiss on his hole. Steve put both his hands over the back of his head and damn near sobbed into the pillows. Bucky licked him, firm but gentle, and it was so good it almost hurt. Steve had almost forgotten, too. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have the most sensitive part of himself lavished with attention, treated with a filthy sort of reverence, filled up and sucked on and soothed with a wicked tongue. He had forgotten what Bucky felt like, in his arms and in his bed. He yanked at his hair and tried not to weep.

“Stevie?”

“Don’t stop.”

[by kiyoko-usagi]

"Unusual Weather" by novembersmith -- While Tony operates on Bucky's damaged cyberarm, a sedated but still vaguely conscious Bucky gets flirty and frisky with Steve, just like the old days. Steve's job is to keep Bucky on the operating table, distracted and relaxed, since Bucky refuses to be put completely under. Things get very hot and steamy right in front of poor scandalized, freaked out Tony. Bucky starts reminiscing about the joys of rimming.

Excerpt:

“Bucky, you said you’d behave,” Steve mumbles into the side of Bucky’s throat, but he’s pushing his ass back into Bucky’s hand. “Forgot how much you talked when we—oh. Oh.”

“Yeah,” Bucky says fondly, hand down Steve’s shorts. Smooth warm skin, curve of padded muscle, god, he wants his teeth in it. He slides one finger just at the top of the crease, and rubs, thinks about pressing open-mouthed kisses there, sliding down. He wants, he wants—he kisses Steve’s mouth open, strokes his tongue in deep and swirls it around Steve’s. “Mmm, mmm, babydoll, wanna do this to you everywhere,” he pulls back to say, in case Steve had missed the message. He rubs his hand further down Steve’s ass. “Remember? Kiss you open. Get you wet. Love that.”

“Holy shit,” someone mutters.

“Fuck,” Steve bites out, high and breathy, pressing his forehead to Bucky’s. Is there anything Bucky likes more than Steve swearing? Probably, but it’s still up there. ‘Fuck’ sounds good in Steve’s wet mouth. And there’s a salute Steve’s sporting in his trousers, just for Bucky, nudging against Bucky’s hip.