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Drabble 17: Home Shopping

“What in the hell is all this?”

“Knives.”

“No, I get that. But why are they so- festive Cas?” Dean asked, holding a neon green handled nightmare by its blade. It was obviously not made to be super useful for them. It was- impractical. The handle would tear your hand off after one use, the blade was way too short. It was sure to get stuck or lost and there were eleven identical pieces just like it. 

“I believe so you can locate them in the dark. I bought you one with an eagle on it and one for Sam with a pearl handle. I thought he’d like that. It looked very pretty.”

“Umm- thanks Cas. I’m sure he will like it-” Dean said, setting the knife down gently as though he was personally offended by it. He made a little face when he knew Castiel couldn’t see. “What is in the other fourteen boxes?”

“You know-” Cas said, his voice getting progressively more upbeat as he worked. “I can’t remember everything I bought. Pots, pans, shoes-”

“Shoes?”

“Yes. For walking. With breathable mesh and good orthopedics. In sandalwood, not white. The white would never clean.”

“How- why-”

“Are you impressed with my buying skills Dean? The home shopping network operators were very helpful in getting me gifts. I got this for you-”

Castiel held up, by its plug, a red doodad that somewhat resembled a George Foreman grill. 

“It comes with a cookbook and makes personalized steaks quickly. And cauliflower steaks for when Sam wants you eat healthier.”

“Thanks for the grill. Listen Cas-” Dean had to manuever through a minefield of boxes in order to get to Castiel. It was like something out of an old Simpsons episode.

“Are you okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”

“This is- well don’t call me ungrateful or anything Cas but this is kinda strange.”

“Buying gifts is strange?” Castiel straightened up and turned to face Dean, not balking or perturbed at Dean’s closeness to him. 

“Buying gifts like this in bulk is strange.”

“I could distribute them at the holidays. This is a savings.” 

“It is?”

“Well, its a savings for people who pay for this. I am stimulating the economy.”

“Right. Well umm-” Dean picked up the grill thing and thought for a moment. “Thank you for the gift?”

“You are welcome Dean. I hope this gift is an appropriate measurement of my gratitude for your presence in my life.”

“Right.”

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Drabble 16: The First Time

The first time Steve saw Bucky- really saw Bucky- he was standing outside of Bucky’s little place in Wakanda. He’d come to check on his progress and yes, he knew he could be a little pushy, but even a kind person like Shuri had a point of exasparation.

He was sure his whole face lit up.

“How you doing, Buck?”

“Fine Steve.”

They didn’t say anything to each other for about half a minute. They just stood there, looking at each other.

“It’s- your arm is going to look very nice.”

“You’ve seen it?”

“Least I could do is check on your arm, right Buck?”

Another moment passes.

“Steve-”

“Yeah-”

“Do you want a drink or something?”

“Sure. That’d be great.”

Bucky invited Steve into his sanctuary and Steve followed. He had to stoop a little before he could stand up again. It was a nice place, simple. Healing. You could really hear the ocean. And it was all natural. Almost the antithesis of New York. Sure, there were gadgets and gizmos aplenty but even they fit in discreetly. It didn’t feel like being in a metal cage.

Steve watched James’ back move, the taut and worked bones jutting out in a way he didn’t like. He hoped James could put a little bit of weight back on. He didn’t want to lecture though. Bucky didn’t need a lecture.

“I missed you.”

James didn’t respond for a moment or turn around. Just a little of his head and a little smile. It looked strained but it was there. 

“I missed you too Steve. I forget, how do you take your drink?”

“Oh.”

Dutiful Steve closed the gap, right behind James and his hand on James’ back, his body square against the others in an intimate but not sexual gesture. He helped make his drink without much trouble. It was all pretty perfunctory anyways. But he never picked up his drink because before too long, Bucky was turned around and buried deep within Steve. Steve put his arms around his friend in a deep hug, arms nestled in the small of James’ back.

“I’m here Buck. I’m here-” he said softly, desperately, reverently.

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Drabble 15: Stained Glass

“What is it?” Dean asked, poking at a hanging circular piece of red and gold stained glass.

“I believe it started as an art installation and then the gentleman became filled with- the Spirit, as some of your preachers say-” Castiel said flatly, as though this sort of thing happened all the time.

“Looks like one hell of a lawsuit waiting to happen.”

Castiel nodded as he walked among the sawdust and concrete floor and looked up at the multi-colored pieces with moonlight bouncing off of them. 

“Huh.”

“What is it, Cas?”

Dean approached as Castiel was twisting one in his fingers and then holding it up to his eye and squinting as though looking through Dean. 

“Nothing.”

“It’s never nothing. Cas-”

“Okay. Well, I don’t know if this was his intended side effect but come here. And focus with this with one eye. The right eye was the one I used and I’ll stand over here.”

“Holy crap!” Dean barked as he did as he was told. He lingered in looking.

“I don’t know if I’d call it holy crap-”

“Cas, you’re naked!”

“Indeed. I thought you would find that interesting.”

“Umm I mean yeah-” Dean blushed. “It’s just interesting is all.”

Castiel walked over and filled the space. “We’ve known each other for a very long time. Is it merely interesting Dean?”

Dean’s voice caught in his throat until he had to clamp down on his tongue not to make a flustered uhhhhh sound.

“We should get back on this case.”

“What’s the hurry Dean?”

Dean swallowed hard. It was difficult to get the image of naked Cas, looking through a peephole to see it nonetheless, out of his head.

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Drabble 14: Caught Part 2

“What are you two doing?” 

The question caused Hoyt to jump forward, successfully ramming his cock almost too deeply into Jason’s very tight hole. Jason tilted back on it and let a couple of choice curse words fly. 

Hoyt wouldn’t move very far though and though he was still thrusting a little because goddamn it felt way too good not to since getting to unload in Jason was so fucking hot- he was also trying to shield Jason from being seen by the stranger.

The male stranger.

“Seriously, you boys are gonna get yourself attacked or killed or some shit.”

Sam.

“We’re fine.”

“You’re drunk.”

Touche, Sam, Touche.

“Having a private moment, do you mind?”

Jason could hear Sam approaching and he gripped hard onto the tree. He was glad it was night because he was blushing with hot red shame from being caught. Goddamn they were gonna be known queers in a small town like Bon Temps. Jason was never gonna get laid again.

“I mind when you’re on my land. You two smell like each other. You do this all the time, don’t you?” Sam asked, his voice almost a sultry kind of bark. He was just watching now, leaning a little against the tree in order to watch Hoyt slowly starting to rock his hips and ramp his speed back up.

“You don’t play safe.”

“We’re just helping each other out.”

“You should find a safer place to do it.”

“Too much to drink.”

“My trailer would be a better place.”

“What?”

“Goddamn it Hoyt-”

“Sorry!” Hoyt pulled out that time. 

“Come on boys.”

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Drabble 13: FBI AU Destiel

“Dean-” Castiel croaked over the ear piece. Well, it was maybe too booming to be a croak per se. Castiel had a strange timbre to his voice to go along with the strange name. He’d explained to Dean once it approximately meant shield or cover and Dean had clicked his tongue and given him a wink and said “good thing” in the break room. But now, of course, it meant even a little more.

Dean was crouched behind some fallen concrete and rebar. He could hear the pocks of the bullets flying in his direction and he was breathlessly (or trying for breathlessly) to find a way out. Of a situation he’d got himself into.

Why he’d ever tried to find the mole in Project Crowley was beyond him. He was a real doofus about stupid heroic stunts like this.

“Dean- there is a van approaching. I believe six more gunmen. You must vacate the building.”

“Working on it Cas. Any bright ideas?!”

“You’re too deep in the building. I can’t penetrate-”

“-Phrasing Cas-”

“Grow up, Dean. I can’t see you or scan you right now. You have to at least get to higher ground or have less overhead cover.”

“I’ll be coming back to the office impersonating a wheel of swiss cheese if I do that!”

“You’ve gotten out of worse scrapes than before-”

“You bring up Calcutta, I’ll kick your ass Cas.”

“You managed to survive Calcutta. I believe the odds-”

“I’m serious Cas.”

“Come kick my ass if you think you can, Winchester. But first you have to get out of the building.”

“Shit- shit- shit- shit-shit-” Dean narrated as he duck, rolled, dodged, dipped, and dived towards a less permanent shelter. He was more exposed here and okay- that one definitely grazed his elbow.

“Cas, get me a goddamned extraction!”

“I can do one better.”

The roar of the jets halted the gunfire. There were a bunch of muddled, shouting voices and then-

“Goddamnit Cas. You’re good.”

“I know. Buy me a beer when you get home. Good beer, not that three dollar swill.”

“Aww- you know you get me all hard when you take charge.”

“So you must be hard always then, huh?” Castiel asked without missing a beat, finding a stress ball on his desk to squeeze that had Dean Winchester’s face on it so his voice would remain even and calm the whole time. “You have five minutes til scrub. Get home, soldier.”

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Drabble 12: My Sweet Lord

It was one of those warm spring days. Not hot enough that you could fry an egg on the sidewalk or anything like that, but you could feel the edge of summer warring with the complacency of a sunny spring morning. Just cool enough for a rolled up layer of sleeves, but not cool enough for a jacket.

So Dean was using his jacket as a pillow. His top button was unbuttoned and he was enjoying a luxurious lounge and private moment on the hood of Baby. He’d just finished a rather simple case, and a quick buck, and didn’t have to be anywhere.

He’d managed to find a lonely back road and the only non-gospel radio station for miles. He’d been aimlessly listening for about ten minutes when George Harrison’s “My Sweet Lord” came on the radio. 

And Dean didn’t sing. A lot. And even in this moment, he wasn’t really willing to let his guard down but he was feeling good- having half a beer on this private road on the edge of a semi-harvested wheat field and so he began to whistle. Low at first and then just at about a medium volume. 

It was so pleasant and peaceful and quiet. 

And when Castiel zapped onto the hood next to him, Dean didn’t even skip a beat. He just scooched a little, offering Castiel a bit of pillow/jacket and continued whistling, passing the other half of the beer to Castiel as the song kept playing and they stared up at the clear blue spring sky.

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Drabble 11: Swept Away

The bar was empty. It had cleared out quickly once the demons had really announced themselves. Normal humans and green horn hunters get twitchy like that. But Dean, as matter of factly as possible, has disposed of them. 

His reputation had proceeded itself. He’d got the last one as it was trying to flee out the door. Beaned him right in the face with an impromptu slingshot. 

“Dean-”

Castiel returned from the bathroom and motioned around the room.

“What?”

“You promised you’d save me one.”

“Let me make it up to then, hmm?”

Dean walked over to the jukebox and he lingered there for a few moments. Castiel watched, as he always does, with a certain level of detached intrigue that covers his very personal intrigue where Dean is involved. 

Dean, who he is drawn towards like a magnet. 

Dean finally picks a song and betraying a grace you wouldn’t think he actually possessed under that macho exterior, walked over to Castiel and held out a hand. 

He did most of the work in getting Castiel to the dance floor as Christopher Cross’ “Swept Away” began to play. It wasn’t twangy or hard rocky- it was a ballad. A very cheesy ballad at that. And Dean wasn’t playing it off as goofy or at all. He had Castiel in his arms and was leading him in a simple dance around the middle of a floor where things crunched underneath your feet.

One hand was on the middle of Castiel’s back and the other up against his shoulder and almost wrapped around him so they were one person.

And then at some point, he started to sing- low and purring into Castiel’s ear. 

I was swept away No one in the world but you and I Gotta find a way To make you feel the way that I do

I was swept away Without a warning Like night when the morning begins the day I was swept away

“Dean-”

“Don’t interrupt, Cas.”

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Drabble 10: Little Scars

Of course Dean has scars all over his body. What someone who doesn’t know him intimately might see is just that beautiful face and that stoic, almost playful sneer he gets when he knows he’s right. Maybe, if they’re very observant, they’ll see a hint of a limp in his walk. That can’t be fixed by angels, that’s bone structure and not cosmetic. 

Naomi’s duplicates weren’t very good at limping. Naomi wanted Dean to look perfect. Demon!Dean had pretty much the same problem.

Now, say Dean Winchester takes you home or to a motel room. You’ll see scars when he’s undressed but they’re very fine. Maybe you only see if the moonlight catches in the right place and only after he’s done. He actually kind of likes those scars and you might think- well, he works with metal or maybe he’s a mechanic. He certainly has the hands of someone who does physical labor.

When he’s with Castiel though, as it inevitably happens and no- Dean won’t recount why it happened- just that it did- 

Castiel has a catalogue of all those scars. He remembers each hunt they were from, either in person or from stories. And since its Dean and because its Dean, he kisses each of them. Slowly. Dean doesn’t bother trying to speed it up because there’s a certain process here and honestly, now that he’s naked, he’s not trying to hurry anything along.

He’s saved the world enough, the world can wait for Castiel to be through.

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Drabble 9: Caught Part 1

They’d gotten a little drunk. Sookie being out of town, Jason and Hoyt really hadn’t had anyone telling them no. Jason had a way of charming people into what he wanted (guys and girls included, though he’d never really tried working charm too much on a guy) and Hoyt never really had stepped on that vibe even before they’d become- well not fuck buddies. Okay, fuck buddies. But Jason wasn’t going to call it that. Shit, that sounded wrong and dirty. And what they were doing wasn’t that. It was just necessary.

They stumbled out to Jason’s truck at- what was it- 3? And Hoyt started laughing at some joke.

“Shhhhhhhh-” Jason slurred, and then started chuckling himself, trying to find the keys.

“-shouldn’t drive.”

“How else would we get home, numb butts? We’re fine. I’ll just take the back roads reeeal slow.”

And, of course, it being Jason, Hoyt didn’t incline himself toward argument. 

“I’m gonna pee before we go.”

Jason nodded slowly. “That’s a good idea.”

It wasn’t weird them, in a little clump of trees away from the bar and off the trail, peeing in the dark next to each other. They’d done that before because they were brothers and best friends. What was different now was when they were done and shaking off, Hoyt didn’t feel weird about his hand just reaching over and stroking Jason’s dick.

“Shit-” Jason groaned quietly, head titling back a little. “You want it? Right here, right now?”

“Yeah-” Hoyt said, his voice soft and purring. Afraid Jason was gonna say no. But Jason didn’t say no and as he grew, Hoyt grew though Jason’s hands were only on his hips and his eyes closed as he thrust against Hoyt’s hand.

“Awww- Hoyt- so good-”

Jason only barely noticed the hand stop moving when he was achingly hard but Hoyt was too still and not saying a word.

“What’s happening?”

“I hear something.”

Jason listened hard. He didn’t hear anything.

“You wanna fuck me Hoyt?”

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Drabble 8: Pinball

When Dean drinks and there’s no pool table available at the bar, Castiel observes his second game of choice is not darts but pinball. Maybe its because it reminds him too much of work, but Castiel could watch him play pinball for hours. 

He gets really into after approximately three beers but has to finish before his fifth beer or he suddenly becomes awful at it and irate at suddenly becoming awful.

That last bit of the third beer into the top of the fourth though, that’s the sweet spot. His hips swing along with the ball, whichever flipper its going too and he makes a chirping noise when he gets a multi ball or a special little prize. 

He’s never been able to enter his initials in a machine yet (he came close once in Bronson, Missouri at a Glass Jaw Joe machine) but his eyes sparkled so much that it hadn’t mattered to Castiel because Dean looked so happy when his eyes sparkled like that.

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Drabble 7: Colorado

The first time Steve did pot (well, that Bucky knows of and he suspects he’d know of it) was at a veterans convention and concave bull session in Denver. It had been a pretty hard day for Bucky, but Steve had been really shaken by a ptsd panel led by Vietnam Vets. 

Bucky had heard about him starting to visit war memorials and he had already been a little worried about how hard Steve was going to play catch up and stay relevant but he was beyond worried then when he found Steve huddled and shaking in a few blankets.

“I’m cold Buck-” that’s all he could mutter and it hurt James to hear. He couldn’t snuggle Steve back to reality either. And he knew he needed to do something because Steve would’ve done whatever he needed to do for him.

So he went on a search (not far at all mind you) before he found a veteran with a legal stash and he got a grade-A cigarette for the two of them to share. He disabled the smoke alarm before hand (even if it had been hard, he would’ve done it).

Steve shook his damn fool stubborn head for about ten minutes before Bucky took the first small drag. It wasn’t bad. It wasn’t so different from a cigarette that Bucky could tell. And that first hit helped Steve’s shivers tremendously.

They stayed there the whole night, one cigarette between them, huddled in one blanket and passing the cigarette back and forth and then, after it was extinguished, holding hands and leaning against each other until they fell asleep.

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Drabble 6: Nightcap Pt. 2

They didn’t leave the couch after it started. There was a nice bedroom and it was a very clean bedroom since Bucky still was kinda military at his core and he had a devil of a time finding things otherwise. But it seemed like moving to another room would break the spell and even as Steve came in Bucky’s mouth, too soon and almost uncontrollably and uncomfortably so while panting through heavy breathes and mouthing some sort of words Bucky couldn’t hear, it still didn’t feel exactly right.

It felt nice but it didn’t feel exactly right. 

So after that, and after Steve had calmed down, Bucky put his hands on Steve’s body- riding every wave of warmth and skin Steve had. 

He was still so bashful and still so rock hard. 

Bucky started again, but this time with Steve laying on the couch. Steve didn’t cum right away but he was rock hard nearly instantly again. Which was fine because so was James. 

They 69ed each other on the couch, the cushions threatening rebellion and it felt so good to both of them, the vibration of desire. The equality of force and self. Steve smelling like Bucky’s favorite brand of soap.

And Bucky for all of his life would always remember Steve’s body and the way Steve looked bent over with that ass up. He was knelt, hovering, worshipping, preparing it. He felt almost indecent in what he was going to do but Steve had practically begged for it and Steve’s whole body almost shot towards the ceiling at the first feeling of tongue.

But then he wouldn’t let Bucky stop and as Bucky helped Steve loosen up a little for the main event, he found himself mounting Steve on the couch, riding the thick muscled Captain America. His metal arm would brush against Steve’s nipple and the nipple would go pointy instantly.

Steve’s body arched so that they would meet always and as James drilled, slowly and then quickly and definitely pushing a condom to its breaking point (somebody was gonna have to invent a superhero condom), he came hearing Steve moaning his name like it was a damn chant on a rosary. And he felt the warmth and tightness and everything of Steve made for him and he kissed Steve’s neck, leaving a small hickey there just so Steve would know. And he held Steve, even as he softened inside of him and willed it to be that Steve would never leave the apartment again until it was theirs. 

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Drabble 5: Nightcap

Steve had been all thumbs during the date. Even within all that nervous energy though, Bucky noted that Steve still had a grace to him. Not knowing where to put his hands or what exactly he wanted to say, still made Bucky’s heart flip a little- after all these years (well, not technically but kinda yes-)

And honestly, Bucky didn’t even mind Steve going all Capt. America on a couple of muggers. It was what Steve did and now that he didn’t need Bucky to swoop in and save him anymore, that made it all the better. It was even worth the sleeve ripped off of one of Steve’s good dress shirts.

That was as good a transition from first date folded into casual friendship as much as anything else and so Bucky had let Steve in so Steve could get the alley grime off his face and neck and find a clean shirt. 

What Bucky hadn’t anticipated was Steve stepping into the living room wearing nothing but a towel and glistening from the steam of the shower. 

“I used all the hot water. Sorry. I uhh- do you have something for me to wear?”

It didn’t matter how many muscles he had, Steve was still Steve beneath it all and it always- you could always see it in the eyes. There was something there that night- beyond the nervousness and Bucky could tell. The way Steve stood afar off, favoring his dominant foot. Afraid of rejection.

“Come here.” Bucky heard himself say it before his brain had caught up with his mouth. It wasn’t exactly a command per se but it left no doubt in James’ mind that Steve had slowly walked his way over afterwards. 

Bucky stripped Steve of the towel and from his sitting position, looked the man over unabashedly. The intimacy of it caused Steve to blush and the blush showed up pretty much everywhere a blush could. 

The first round was over quickly, but that was okay. The second round was the round Bucky’d wanted to get to anyhow. 

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Drabble 4: Destiel

Cas remembers your birthday. You try not to be surprised because Dean Winchester is hardcore. So hardcore. He doesn’t melt inside like that. Not at all. 

But Castiel has somehow figured out that you really, really like one particular oddball thing. You’re not particularly good at it either and it’s one particular way you like to play and you’re kinda fussy about it and you’re not even sure Sammy has picked up on something like this. Which is kind of wild (or not wild, because come on its Castiel of all people) that Cas picked up on this.

So on your birthday, after Sam has gone to bed and you’re a little tipsy but not suitably drunk because you just know something’s gonna try coming bursting through the front door- Castiel starts looking at you and seems a little nervous.

“What’s up?” You hear yourself say it and you’ve got that kinda thirsty gravel to your voice you actually like because it makes you sound even more impressive, bad ass, and in charge than normal.

“I got you something.”

“Cas, you didn’t have to do that man. You being here is enough.”

“I thought you might like it.”

He’s not very good at wrapping gifts. But that’s okay. You sense that maybe this is about the fourteenth time he’s tried to wrap it because the edges are a little warped. Still, he thought about you.

Don’t think about the way that makes you feel. Don’t do it. We’ve been over this. Just don’t.

You’ve only seen one set like this- it’s a little cumbersome to set down but it’s old wooden checker set- the kind you might find at Cracker Barrel. This one is made from real oak and the checkers themselves are made out of- is it ash? It might be ash.

You don’t quite know what’s come over you but it is your birthday right? And oak is pretty sturdy so it probably won’t mind being laid gently down the floor so you can climb kinda into Castiel’s lap on the couch and kiss him.

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Drabble 3: 19 Whiskeys

How many shots is that apiece spread evenly? Well, it doesn’t really matter considering somehow Barnum has gotten you to pay for them. You notice he’s really good at that- taking a sort of suggestion in your brain and wiggling it around until it dislodges itself and you’re suddenly saying or doing something surprising.

Let’s be honest, you probably know you’re being conned but you kinda don’t mind. Being swept away is- well, not new. You’ve had girlfriends before that could bend you around their little fingers. 

But you never drank with any of them.

And for some reason when Barnum asks if he can crash at your place, you (Phillip)- someone who likes to tell people that he’s intensively private if just so they’ll leave you alone- agree to it. Home seems very far though, the more those shots take effect.

So you get a hotel room at a divey place for the night and you kinda start undressing before you realize he’s in the room with you and looking at you in the mirror with soft eyes and you wonder- what exactly am I signing up for here?

When you’re drunk though, someone kissing you doesn’t matter as much as you’d think. Someone kissing you the way Barnum does though- it just makes you melt right out of your shirt and suspenders. 

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Drabble 2: Jason/Hoyt

The first time kinda happened by accident and by accident of course it happens because Jason is pissed off at Hoyt. They have very similar schedules and look, Jason can be a patient guy, but when a motherf-er is using all the goddamn hot water and you’ve gotta get to work and you at least wanna pee before you get there-

You see Hoyt in the shower and he’s hard. Massively hard. He tried to cover it up and looked embarrassed but goddamn its obvious that he needs some help. You’ve seen his dick a couple of times and it’s thicker than yours but not as long and that’s a bit of confidence boost but you know that if the girls just knew what he looked like, you’d never get laid again. So you keep that shit to yourself.

He tries to apologize and he’s super nervous and a little ashamed about his erection but it won’t go away and he’s trying to beat off as quickly as possible. You decide, fuck it. So you hop in the shower with him because you need a shower and fuck it- you’re bros right?

He cums against your hand hard, his whole body kinda seizing up and it’s- it’s not the worst feeling you’ve ever felt. And look, you know what? Yeah, you’re getting hard too. It’s a little hard not to get like that when you’re being appreciated. 

And maybe it’s not a great idea for Hoyt to be so thankful and so on his knees all of a sudden. 

It’s a good day to call in sick to work. The crew will survive without you.

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Drabble 1: Stucky

Bucky finds out that the second round is his favorite. Steve takes some time to warm up and that’s fair considering they’ve never actually done this before. He’s not even sure Steve’s thought this all the way through and yet-

The second round is where Steve really shines. And it’s not any one particular thing. It doesn’t even matter if you were top or bottom that first time because you find yourself being straddled and pinned down by his eyes.

And those are the eyes of the artist looking past all your flaws and deep into the beauty of your soul. Its nice that he finds your body attractive to go along with that, of course, but that’s almost beside the point.

You wish there was more physical contact, that he did physically have your arms pinned against the headboard or something because goddamn, he starts at the crook of your neck and he kisses it and the kisses are somewhere between soft and not soft enough and you make a noise.

He stops and looks at you and you want to say that he’s not hurting you- to reassure him- but its not that. It’s that he wants quiet while he works. And that look sends a shiver throughout your whole body.