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Bucky sat idly, the edges of his shuka soaked cause of the damp moss beneath him. Above, the sky glittered with stars as the trees hovered, providing much needed shelter. A view bucky was accustomed to seeing.. The sinister roar of the waterfall faded into the background, powerless to draw even a flicker of Bucky’s attention. His eyes were steady on the man standing beneath it.
Naked under the fall, as he tried to slick his dusty golden hair back again and again, stretched back against the rock, water poured down his god like frame covering every inch of him.
No shield. No star etched to his chest. No country. Newly branded criminal by the states, hiding in Wakanda. He looked untouchable, wild, and free.
All that strength, those arms, the glory... all mine.
Bucky smiled to himself and as always, it caught the man’s eye. He stepped out of the water, his body glistening as moonlight danced across his skin. His limp cock swung with each step, proud, as he strode towards Bucky. He crouched down in front of bucky and shook his head so violently, spraying Bucky with a shower of cold droplets.
"You menace," bucky muttered under his breath.
Steve stared at him for a minute. Something bucky had observed he tended to do a lot these days. Ever since he’d arrived in the quiet of Wakanda, Steve stared.. whether Bucky was talking, moving around their little home, or simply in his arms.. Steve's gaze often felt heavy as if he was seeing him for the last time. As if he stopped staring... Bucky might vanish.
steve kissed his forehead.
Steve lay down and quietly rested his head in Bucky’s lap. Something he’d taken to doing often too, without asking, without needing to. They’d spent countless nights like this, in the hush where Steve would simply lean into him, bury himself in Bucky's warmth. Bucky doesn't remember the man being this clingy before. Bucky would absentmindedly thread his fingers through his hair. Tonight felt no different
Steve took a sharp breath.. Bucky’s hand stilled for a moment. His gaze lingered on a small freckle just beneath Steve’s ear, one he hadn’t noticed before. The soft flush on Steve’s skin was new, too..Bucky was getting used to that tan, just like he was learning to carry the quiet weight of Steve’s closeness.
Without a word, Steve took Bucky’s metal hand and placed it over his chest. He didn’t say anything. He kept looking up at bucky..
"We should head back, you're going to catch a cold."
steve brought the metal hand to his lips and kissed it three times.
"Good. ain't this the best way to die?"
"Don’t be stupid.. It’s almost midnight, it’s getting chilly.”
“No, I’m serious, Buck. Just… think about it. Right here, like this. If I stopped breathing just like old times, and if my soul starts drifting away, this is how I’d want it to end. By a waterfall, in your arms, looking up at you.”
He gave a big, almost disbelieving smile.
“Or maybe it already happened. And this... this is heaven.”
"Keep talking like this, and you won't be getting leftover sandwiches," bucky retorted quickly as if the thought of dying in Steve’s arms didn't live inside him like a secret prayer.
steve's hand traveled to bucky's face to his hair before he fully turned around to bury his face in Bucky's soft stomach.
"Only if you promise to feed me those with your own hands," he mumbled
Buckys' metal hand massaged his scalp as he felt Steve's mouth travel south, lapping onto his navel through the fabric. He released a desperate moan into the dead silence, his back arching as Steve’s hand slid down, tracing the curve of his arch with intent.
“Stevie, that’s enough... not here.” Bucky gently pushed his head away, eyes catching the flushed, aching hardness between Steve’s legs. It took everything in Bucky not to take him into his mouth then and there and give him the kind of pleasure he knew would make the man fall apart on his tongue.
“Let’s go home,” he added, voice softer now.
Steve looked up at him breathless.
“But I am home.”