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“You new here?” An opened bottle of beer is getting set down in front of Bucky as the man moves to sit next to him at the bar.
They both know it’s just a pick-up line. The president of the Anarchs, the local bike club, Brock Rumlow, has thrown him hungry looks for weeks now and Bucky is not averse to this. On the contrary, he’s been lusting after the man since the first time he entered this shithole named Mugshots Bar .
This shithole is actually a surprisingly clean bar although some of the patrons are a bit shady. Okay, they are a lot shady as the bar is frequented by the local bikers but overall it is quite clean. The Anarchs are popular for their workshop but more so for their dubious business. The locals know they’re dabbling with gun smuggling and some rumours has them linked with drugs and prostitution. Typical biker gang business, Bucky guesses. He doesn’t really mind, although the drugs bit makes him think since his trip to rehab for his damaged arm and a painkiller addiction.
Bucky has been going to this bar since he was legal enough for drinks. Rumlow had been a Sergeant-at-arms then, the one responsible for discipline within the chapter's jurisdiction. Serving as the president's right hand, he was the last line of defense between danger and the president. They sometimes saw each other there, but then Bucky had gone with Steve to the military and the war happened. His left arm still hurts sometimes from the nerve damage.
“Not actually,” Bucky answers with a smile. “You sure you want to sit with me?” He looks pointely around and tilts his head toward a bunch of girls, who amuse themselves with the jukebox.
“Oh, this means you’re not interested, or what?” The other man isn’t taken aback, instead he moves closer to Bucky.
Rumlow is a little older than him, maybe ten to fifteen years, but at mostly forty-five years old, he is as hot as ever. On his vest is the president’s patch neatly sewn on and he wears his insignia with as much pride as ever, Bucky notices. He wouldn’t be surprised if Rumlow would be more interested in the girls instead of a vet like him. But then, Bucky doesn’t exactly show that he is recently out of a war and rehab.
Today he’s wearing his tight leather pants and a simple black, long sleeved shirt. His soft leather jacket lies beside him on a barstool. It’s not late, the summer sun is only just setting. The bar would be filled by midnight but for now there is some room to breathe.
“I didn’t say that,” Bucky laughs and takes a sip from the beer. Not the most expensive one, but also not the cheapest, its taste bitter and slightly yeasty. “I’m just curious…”
“...why I would sit with you?” Rumlow finishes for him. “Well, for starters, you have something they don’t have.” He downs his whiskey in one gulp, looks down at Bucky’s crotch and smiles at him without even a hint that the amber liquor must burn his way down his throat.
Bucky shivers. The heat inside him is welling up. They talked a little bit, years before here inside this bar but nothing happened. Till now, it seems.
“Barnes, was it?”
“It’s Bucky.”
“Ok, Bucky, you want to go somewhere more… private?”
He wants. Bucky takes a deep gulp from his beer and then throws a few bucks for his drinks on the bar. Rumlow grins, gives him a wink and then stands up to go to the men’s bathroom.
Bucky waits a few moments before grabbing his jacket and then follows him.
***
“Where were you all these years?” Rumlow is sucking on his neck and Bucky knows he will have hickeys there the next morning. It doesn’t bother him, quite the contrary.
“Military … then the war ...uh, that’s sooo good ...and then--” He gets cut off as Rumlow shoves his hand inside his pants, stroking him through his shorts.
There is only dim light and the walls are full of crude drawings and words. But it couldn’t be more perfect for Bucky. He loves this. For years he was lusting over Rumlow, since he has seen him on his bike, riding on the highway with his guys. Now he gets to have him.
“Would you suck it, honey?” Rumlow asks him with a low growl, his left hand now hovering over his own belt, obviously waiting for an answer.
And he gets it. Bucky grins and with a twinkle in his eyes he sinks down to his knees, taking over for Rumlow to open his belt and unzip his pants.
“That’s it,” he groans as his erection springs free and grabs it to massage it with a few none too gentle strokes.
“Open up.” That sounds almost like an order but Rumlow places both of his hands on Bucky’s head, as he grabs his hard cock with his right hand.
As he opens his mouth to take the head in, Rumlow groans low, stroking his hair. Bucky licks right at the tip, sucking every little drop of precum before letting him push his thick cock past his lips.
Bucky had so much time to perfect his technique in cocksucking and Rumlow seems to appreciate how he moves his head, bobbing up and down on his length, groaning and growling low in his throat.
“Okay, that should be enough,” Rumlow decides eventually and pulls lightly on Bucky’s strands. “You came prepared, kid?”
“‘m not a kid,” Bucky protests on his knees, glancing up irritated but relents after a few seconds. “And yes, of course.”
“Then move up.”
Bucky rises up and lets the other man push him against the bathroom stall. With his aching left hand he pulls a condom out of his pocket and pushes it into Rumlows waiting hand.
“Good boy.”
Trembling with anticipation Bucky opens his fly and pushes his pants down, exposing his ass. He hears from behind as Rumlow opens the package of the already lubed up condom and slips it over his thick cock.
“God, you’re tight,” the man says as he shoves two perfunctory fingers into Bucky's clenching asshole.
“It’s okay. Won’t hurt,” Bucky lies, because he knows, it would hurt at this rate but then he doesn’t care anyway.
Rumlow huffs, draws his fingers back and Bucky hears him spitting. Then three fingers enter him quickly with the slick of his spit which makes only a little better then nothing.
“You ready?” Rumlow asks, lining his cock up, the head nudging Bucky's hole, teasing so deliciously.
He nods and gasps at the sharp pain as Rumlow’s cock enters him. Just the tip for now but as Bucky slowly relaxes the hardness penetrates him inch by inch. Rumlow grabs him by the hips and sets for a few slow, shallow thrusts to help him adjust to the cock inside him.
Bucky spreads his legs a bit wider open to allow for more access and moans like a wanton whore as Rumlow finally slams all the way inside, filling him completely. As he gasps and groans, fingers creep up his throat, stroking his lips before stuffing him up. Plugged up from both sides.
With urgency now Rumlow thrusts inside Bucky, hitting that oh so sweet spot inside him over and over again. Bucky trembles and shivers, shutting his eyes, sucking on Rumlow’s fingers.
“Damn your tight, sweet ass. Can’t get enough of this,” Rumlow croons in his ear, biting the lobe. “That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
That’s not an order to be refused and Bucky obeys. With a shuddering breath he moves his hips to pull Rumlow deeper as good as he can. Rumlow lets his hand on Bucky’s waist go and wraps it around Bucky’s dick, fisting it with vicious, sharp strokes.
At this fast pace Bucky is slowly losing control. His hips begin to stutter as he is nearing his release. Moaning around Rumlow’s fingers he comes much too quickly, splattering his cum against the wall.
As he comes slowly to his senses, he hears Rumlow behind him grunting through his own release and after a few moments of quiet but heavy breaths, he pulls himself off.
“That was nice,” Bucky says with a grin. Understatement of the year.
Rumlow huffs in amusement and gives his ass a playful slap. He then pulls the used condom off, tying it up and drops it into the trash.
“Then I’ll show you one better the next time, huh?”
***
Afterwards they sit outside of the bar for a smoke.
“So …you’re military?” Rumlow asks.
“I was, but the war fucked up my arm.” Bucky shrugs with his right shoulder and puffs up smoke into the cool air.
“Tough luck. But hey… I could use someone like you.”
Bucky glances up to Rumlow who is already looking at him with a slight but open smile.
“Yeah, we’re not exactly legal, but I have this feeling this wouldn’t bother you, huh? You surely know your stuff around guns, you’re strong and if you can ride with your arm…” The last one sounds like a question.
“I can,” Bucky assures him a little bit too quickly. Rumlow is asking him to join his Anarchs. Is it too early for a little happy dance down the street? “I know my way around my Dyna.” His Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob is his pride and joy these days but it had been a bit lonely to ride her just by himself.
Rumlow laughs but seems impressed enough.
“Okay, because you’ll be doing a lot of this stuff at the garage. There’s a lot of money going around this kind of work, they say.” He winks as if it wasn’t clear enough that the money comes through very different means. Bucky won’t complain, he can use the money and the excitement and if it brings him closer to the man who had fucked him so good, then so be it. The crew seemed gruff but nice enough from the few glances he had so far since he was back. But the thought of the president makes Bucky’s mouth water again.
“There is, huh? Well …I’ll think about it,” Bucky says and doesn’t want to sound so overeager but his excited grin must speak volumes, because Rumlow claps his back in a move that feels like it is a done deal.
“Tomorrow then at eight at the garage.” The president takes a last drag and then snips the butt of the cigarette down the sidewalk. “Don’t be late. Would be a shame,” he says as he slowly stands up to walk to his bike.
“This your ride?” On the way he points to the Dyna. Bucky nods and Rumlow again seems impressed. “Well then, come on.”
Bucky blinks, then hurries to get up and join Rumlow on his bike.
“You’re such a gentleman to ride back home with me then?” Bucky can’t resist and Rumlow is snickering.
“It’s dark, the sun has already set,” he begins.
“...but the moon and stars are shining. Romantic enough for a guy like me,” Bucky finishes laughing and starts the engine.
Together they ride through the night and the next morning will bring new adventures.