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strawberries and dirty talk

or: In the morning, Gale opens up completely about his feelings for Bucky. He tells him all his thoughts of loving him and his fears of not being loved by just one man, by Major John Bucky Egan.

It's quiet this morning. Very quiet in fact, and cozy and warm too. Gale sighed softly and buried his nose in the soft white sheets of the double bed. It smelled like soap and fresh roses.

His own slow heartbeat hummed in his ears and he breathed out relaxed. For the first time since he's been in England, waking up and starting the day doesn't feel hectic or scary.

He simply felt rested, relaxed and full of energy.

It probably had everything to do with the company of his best friend - Major John Egan. Everyone had called him Bucky since he was a kid, and even though it had taken Buck half an eternity to tease the backstory out of John, he found the nickname endearing and sweet.

The pet name suited John so perfectly and every time he said it, his own lips tingled. His heartbeat quickened and he had to concentrate on not grinning widely.

Because well… he didn't normally smile or grin so openly or laughed out loud so often as John did. Of the two of them, Gale had always been the quieter, more introverted one when it came to telling jokes with friends, joining in conversations or dancing with young college girls.

Well, that had changed somewhat in the past few weeks. Not in front of everyone, but Gale had gotten better at expressing his thoughts and desires when it came to John…and him.

He was still miles away from whispering as openly and filthily as John, moaning loudly and letting his lust run wild, but he was working on it…and Bucky had a big part in that.

Gale snuggled deeper into his pillow and smiled as his mind drifted off.

Behind his closed eyes, his mind drew a picture of John: dark brown, wavy hair that had felt unreal soft under his fingertips the first time he'd touched it. His thoughts flitted on to Bucky's soft, smooth skin and the unmistakable smell when he hugged or kissed him. The corners of Gale's mouth twitched and he felt the blood rush through his veins and his body temperature rise.

Just thinking about John made him blush. How would he ever manage to talk as dirty as Bucky?

He quickly chased this thought away and returned to more pleasant things. Like imagining every millimeter of John in detail.

Gale's fingertips twitched and clutched his pillow tighter as he imagined John's lips. Pink, full lips - so beautifully swollen when they'd kissed for minutes and the passion Bucky put into each of his kisses quickened Gale's heartbeat further.

He sighed softly, with pleasure, and continued to think of John and his kissable lips.

The things Bucky had made him feel with those lips made Gale embarrassed. He felt his cheeks heat up and gasped a little more breathlessly than he would have liked.

Buck had thought a lot since Bucky had kissed him for the first time a few weeks ago. He was sure he'd never felt anything like he'd felt with John.

The feelings that the few women that he had taken out and kissed back home in the States had made him feel seemed ridiculous now. The illusion that he had interpreted his feelings back then as love almost made him laugh. Those few women had been nothing more than a flirtation or a crush at best, Gale realised.

The few intimate moments with John had meant more to him than anything else so far.

It seemed ridiculous to him how easily Bucky had managed to turn him on. One kiss, one stroke of his fingertips over his ribcage or his bare stomach, and he was ready to burst into flames.

So far he and Bucky had only kissed. They had made out like inexperienced teenagers - although Gale was beginning to realise that he wasn't far from being a teenager when it came to sex.

So they had used the little time they had together to kiss and explore each other with their hands and mouths. Gale had been terribly nervous the first time he'd kissed John's body and wrapped his fist around his hard cock.

But Bucky had only smiled tenderly and encouraged him. Giving him the time Gale had needed to figure out for himself, but also for John, how he wanted to touch him.

John had supported him, his own hand closed around Gale's until he found a rhythm. He had whispered, sighed and moaned with pleasure.

You're doing so good, darlin', John had whispered with a husky voice and still yet it made Gale blushes. Keep going a bit faster and i'll come.

Gale had never felt prouder than the moment John orgasmed and he was the reason for it. Buck was also certain that he had never seen anything more beautiful or more real yet.

Apart from all this pure bliss and the longing to be close to John, one fear remained in his mind.

What would it be like between him and Bucky when he was finally ready to take the next step? To want more than just wet kisses and passionate hand jobs. What would it be like when John had sex with him?

Would it be painful? Would he like that urgent feeling and most of all… would he disappoint John because he hadn't experienced men and all that - fuck me in the ass thing.

Gale swallowed and frowned as a wave of nervousness hit him hard. Ever since he and John had been in London and in that beautiful hotel room, he had been on the lookout. Almost as if John was going to ambush him at any moment and force him to do something.

It was absurdly ridiculous and he shook his head slightly. His heartbeat was humming louder in his ears now and he rubbed his face with both hands.

He hadn't addressed the whole fuck me in the ass, top and bottom-thing yet. Gale was constantly at a loss for words and, to be honest, he was pretty scared.

A small voice whispered in his head from time to time. It reminded him that John had more experience and that he wasn't the first man John had had in his bed.

A small, selfish part of Gale wondered: What could John ever give him, as unrestricted and untouched as he gave him his heart and his body.

He wanted John to feel or experience something that belonged only to him. Sometimes he wasn't sure if there was anything innocent left in Bucky.

Maybe that was one reason why Gale was hesitant to address the whole fuck me in the ass-thing.

Another sigh escaped his lips and he blinked against the ceiling. Then he closed his eyes again and breathed in and out deeply several times. After a few breaths, he managed to slow down his heartbeat.

Gale turned on his left side, tangled his legs in the comforter and stretched his arm out. Longing to touch John's warm, sleep-drenched skin. Stole a few kisses from his lips before getting up, ordering breakfast and taking a shower. But there was nothing beside him in bed…he half opened his eyes and blinked a few times as the morning sun blinded him.

He frowned and felt a pressure rising in his chest. "What?" he whispered sleepily. His voice was hoarse and his throat dry. "Bucky?", he asked. But there was no answer, just silence and Gale began to panic a little.

He sat up and the comforter slipped off his upper body. The pleasantly cool room air collided with his sleep-warm skin and he shivered slightly.

He called out again, "John?"

Again there was no answer and he swallowed. He rubbed his chest with the palm of his left hand. Almost as if he was trying to rub the stinging away.

He couldn't do anything about the rising nervousness that flooded his body. Gale brushed his lips and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.

His gaze wandered around the room and finally stopped at the bedside table. He reached out and picked up the folded sheet of paper. A paper airplane, he thought and the corners of his mouth twitched with childish joy.

He carefully unfolded the sheet of paper and as he deciphered Bucky's handwriting, an invisible knot loosened in his stomach.

good morning,

I woke up early, wanted to watch the sunrise like back home. You looked so peaceful so I let you sleep. As soon as the sun came up, I'll be back.

Love you, Bucky

He let out the air that he had been holding in unconsciously. His chest relaxed and he sighed loudly.

"Everything is good," he murmured quietly. He didn't know exactly why he was saying that, but maybe it was just something he needed to see for himself.

Bucky hadn't gone away or left him alone. No, he was watching the sunrise because it was one of his favorite moments of the day. A moment Bucky often spend alone in the morning because he needed the silence and colurful play of light.

Gale put the note back on the bedside table and stood up. His feet carried him to the window in a few steps and the lukewarm sun tickled his skin. He leaned his shoulder against the wall for a few seconds and enjoyed the feeling.

Then he opened his eyes again and opened the window. In an instant, birdsong and jumbled voices from the street reached him. Gale smiled and walked over to the radio, where he switched on a station.

After the news flash, a man started singing. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a shower.

As soon as he opened the door, a beguiling cloud of soap, aftershave and mint enveloped him.

The combination of all the smells made his nose tingle. Gale brushed his teeth and got into the shower. As he held his face under the stream of water, he inhaled the remaining nuances of Bucky's aftershave in the air. It smelled of fresh lemon, a hint of cedarwood and just John.

Gale soaped himself up as he muffled the sound of a new song starting on the radio. He watched the lather disappear down the drain and minutes later, he stepped out of the cubicle. He grabbed a white towel and tied it around his waist.

He rubbed his palm over the steamed-up mirror and looked straight at his ice-blue eyes. Then he noticed the damp shaving brush and the open bowl of shaving cream. He smiled softly at the thought of John standing here earlier in the morning shaving while he slept.

With the sound of Chris Stampelton's voice in the background Gale grabbed the shaving brush and covered his cheeks and chin with shaving cream.

With precise and sweeping movements of his wrist, he let the razor glide over his skin. A few minutes later he is finished and wipes away the remaining shaving foam with a towel. Gale went back to the bedroom and puts on a pair of boxer shorts and his uniform pants. With a click, he fastened his belt and sat down on the red armchair next to the window.

With the sunlight on his face, he reached for the newspaper and began to read. Below the article, he discovered a half-completed crossword puzzle. He grinned at the sight of Bucky's messy handwriting and filled the last gabs.

Just as he was about to fill the very last gap, he heard footsteps and shortly afterwards the door to the room opened. His heart leapt in his chest when he saw Bucky. Dressed with a black cloth pants and a white shirt covered by his flight leather jacket.

"Mornin'", Gale muttered, his voice stumbling. He cleared his throat and stood up, approaching Bucky. He was taking off his jacket and throwing it on the unmade bed.

Buck couldn't help but marvel at the play of Bucky's arm muscles. Bucky noticing his stare, teased him in a tender voice, "Did you miss me?"

"Always", Gale answered fast. Maybe too fast, but he couldn't be something different than honest with him. "It was a cold when i woke up and nobody around for cuddles", he added.

"I'm sorry, darlin", John apologized and smiled with showing his white teeths.

Bucky stepped even closer to Gale. So close that he could wrap an arm around his waist and pull him against his body.

A cool shiver ran down Buck's spine as his warm skin collided with Bucky's cool one.

"Sorry", John chuckled. "Maybe I should have stayed in the warm bed with you after all. It was fresh outside."

"I can feel that." Gale leaned a little closer to John and their noses touched. John leaned in and kissed him gently and without any pressure. "Did you sleep well anyway?", he asked.

"Hmmm," muttered Buck and leaned in for another quick kiss. John smiled about how warm and soft Gale's lips felt on his own.

They stood in the middle of the room for a few minutes and kissed. Without any further expectations or pressure. It was sweet, slow and all Gale needed to calm his nerves.

When their kisses ended, John leaned back and slid his thumb over Gale's plump lower lip. "I got you a present."

"A present? For what?", he asked surprised.

"Jerking and sucking me off so damn good last night", Bucky replied with a flirty smirk on his lips.

Gale immediately blushed and lowered his eyes. That made Bucky laugh. "I'm just teasing you, Buck." He slid his hand over Gale's chin and lifted it gently. "No, really, you're in for a treat," he said, handing him a bag. A bag that Gale hadn't noticed before.

His fingers trembled slightly as he looked inside and discovered the present. He smiled broadly and watched John in the corner of his eye as he took off his shoes.

"Strawberries?" he asked with childish joy in his voice.

Bucky giggled and came to him. "I remembered you saying strawberries reminded you of home."

"Yeah." Gale felt warmth explode in his stomach. No one else in the world could make him happy with something like…well, strawberries.

"You know me quite well", he smiled.

"I hope so," John grinned, his eyes glinting in the sunlight. He curved his right hand half around Gale's neck, half around his jaw and kissed him again. This time a little faster, more passionately and more urgently. His other hand reached for Buck's hip and he hooked his fingers into his waistband. "Let's have some strawberries. I want to taste the sweet flavor of your lips," John demanded, making Gale's blood boil.

"You can't give me such a sweet gift and then say things like that to me, John," Gale complained with blushed cheeks. But they both knew that the words carried no weight in the air.

"I can and will say more things like that to you, Gale Cleven." He directed him over to the bed and they both sat down, covering their legs with the white sheets.

Gale picked up a strawberry and ate it. The sweet, fruity taste exploded on his tongue and he leaned his head back. He closed his eyes and moaned softly, "Almost feels like home."

While Gale sat in bed with his eyes closed, eating strawberries, Bucky was perfectly content to watch him. The way Gale licked his lips did erotically strange things to him. His thoughts raced through his head. He wondered how he could choose his next words wisely without putting pressure on Gale.

Bucky put a hand on Bucky's thigh and cleared his throat, "I got us something else."

Gale opened his eyes, blinking, and when he looked at Bucky, his heart stumbled in his chest.

He couldn't screw this thing up here. Not when it involved Buck. Bucky felt silent for a few seconds and turned fully to face Gale, cupping his face with both hands. His thumb twitched and he was tempted to brush the sweet taste of strawberries from Gale's lips.

"What is it?"

"It's something we'll need…for the next step," he stuttered, feeling himself blush a little.

Damn it! , he thought.

There weren't many situations that made him feel embarrassed. But this talk with Buck about wanting him, having sex with him made it a bit difficult for him.

A crackling silence spread between them and the singing on the radio was the only noice in the room.

A few more seconds passed before Buck set the bowl of strawberries down on his lap and grasped Bucky's wrists with both hands. His beautiful blue eyes widened and he bit his lower lip. Tease John, though he wasn't even going for it. "Oh..you want…to…ehm," Gale stuttered suddenly shy.

"Yes…I want to undress you, spoil you and fuck your fucking hot, tight ass", Bucky finished Gales words.

As soon as the words had left his mouth, he noticed the tension rushing through Gale's body. "Easy," Bucky demanded. "Not right away, but I wanted you to know that I'm ready whenever you are." His thumb brushed over Gale's lips again. Their eyes continued to be connected by an invisible line.

"What did you get? show me" Buck asked curiously. His heart galloped in his chest and he gasped audibly as Bucky nodded slowly.

Bucky leaned across the bed and reached for his leather jacket. He rummaged in his jacket pocket and pulled out a small tin and a condom wrapper.

He handed both to Buck and watched him carefully. John wanted to be able to see his facial expressions in detail.

"Not really surprising," Gale admitted and hiccupped. The corners of his mouth twitched and he smiled apologetically. "Sorry I'm acting like a stupid teenager."

Bucky smiled slightly and kissed Gale's cheek. Then he moved closer to him until their shoulders were touching and whispered in his ear, "You're not, baby. You're doing a lot better than I did back then." He placed a hand on Gale's thigh again and squeezed his leg lightly, feeling the hard muscles. "I can see in your eyes that a thousand things are going through your head. Let me know," Bucky demanded gently. His voice calm and unhurried. "It's normal to be nervous. I'm nervous too."

Gale raised his head in a flash. "Why?"

It didn't make any sense to Gale that John was nervous about their first time. He had so much experience in bed and for a moment he thought John was just saying these things to reassure him.

"Why?" John repeated with a grin. "Look at you…I can't mess this thing up with you. I wouldn't forgive myself for that, Buck." He turned Gale's face towards him as he looked back down at the strawberries, condoms and lube.

"But you've already had sex with women and men…and," Gale searched for the right words. His fear from earlier came to pass and he stammered to himself, his thoughts a mess.

"…and it meant nothing to me, Buck. You, on the other hand, are important to me and I want to do this right with you."

Gale's hands tightened their grip on John's wrists and he pressed closer to him. Their lips were only a few centimeters apart.

Gale summoned up all his courage and asked in a raspy voice, "How will you…why can't I have a foul mouth like you…"

Bucky laughed softly and his upper body vibrated. "Because you're sweet and decent, Gale Cleven. It's not your style to ask for anything loud and dirty, but we'll get there…trust me." Now Bucky winked at him, a dark glint of lust in his eyes.

"But it's your way…to be loud and dirty, John Egan," Gale replied. Slowly, he relaxed again, especially at John's touch and his understanding of his situation.

"I can't argue with that." Bucky grabbed the strawberries and the other things and put them on the beside table. Then he turned back to Gale and grinned promisingly. "Now I want to kiss you and explain everything you wanna know."

Before Buck could say anything, Bucky pulled him from his sitting position to a lying one, leaning over him. One hand wrapped around his bare ribcage, the fingers of the other hand propped on the mattress beside his head.

Bucky breathed a number of feather-light kisses up Gale's chin to his ear and back. His hand stroked tenderly over his ribcage and bare stomach. He felt the rhythmic play of Gale's muscles under his fingertips and the quickening of his breathing.

Now they were moving in a good direction.

Gale's hands wrapped around Buck's neck and he stroked his covered shoulders. Every now and then he slipped his fingers under the fabric of his shirt. Gale ran his fingers over John's chest and clasped the hem of his shirt. He pulled it up, caressing the bare skin, and John interrupted their kiss to throw the shirt away.

Then Bucky bent down to him again and alternately kissed and sucked on the sensitive skin of his neck.

"Be careful," Buck warned him breathlessly.

"Always," Bucky whispered back, lowering his body further onto Buck. His hips thrust against Buck's and he smirked wickedly as all the air left Buck's lungs.

"Now tell me what's going on in that pretty head of yours," Bucky asked Gale.

"I can't concentrate with you kissing me like that," Buck objected, moaning softly as Bucky gently but firmly scraped his skin with his teeth.

"I'm just making it more comfortable for us, darlin. I'm distracting you a little so your mind doesn't go crazy."

"Hmm...i can tell," Buck whispered hoarsely. "Stop...just for a second." He grabbed Bucky's cheeks and pulled him away from the crook of his neck. His blue eyes are blurred and unfocused. He ran his thumbs over Bucky's soft skin. "How will you manage that? Make it enjoyable for me, I mean."

Finally, he thought. I told him one of my fears.

John took a deep breath and ignored his own throbbing annoyance. The urge to kiss Gale senseless was strong, but he wanted to do this right.

He swallowed and looked deep into Gale's eyes. "I'm going to kiss you and touch you, drive you crazy with the touch of my hands…" he brushed the tip of his nose against Gale's ear and blew gently into it. "…then I'm going to do those forbidden things with my mouth that you love so much." John could feel Gale getting restless beneath him.

"Bucky", Gale moans shy. He felt Buck's wandering hands on his bare skin and as he rolled his hips again, Gale's head fell back into the pillows.

"Just like I'm doing right now," he continued to whisper, drawing patterns on Gale's bare, tense stomach with one hand. The fine blonde hairs that led the way to Buck's cock tickled his fingertips.

He brushed his fingertips against Buck's belt and tried to undo it one-handed. He stumbled and laughed breathlessly, "Would you please help me out?"

Gale kissed him quickly, sharing the sweet taste of strawberries with him before undoing his belt and pants. The fabric landed silently on the floor and Bucky kissed Gale again. This time with his mouth open and wetter. His tongue grazed Buck's lips, dancing for entrance and when Buck opened his mouth, John moaned turned on.

"You taste so good, so sweet and your skin slightly salty," Bucky murmured. "You're making me addicted. I want to taste you all over," he continued, driving Buck further to the edge of his desire.

"Please do it", Gale begged.

"Do what?" John teased him, sucking on his lower lip. He continued to heat up the fire in Gale's veins and his body temperature continued to rise. A light, pleasurably salty film of sweat formed on his skin and Bucky slipped one hand under the hem of Buck's boxers.

"Jerk you off?",he suggested and closed his fist around Buck's hard cock. They both groaned at the touch and Gale lifted his hips off the mattress. "Or sucking you off?"

Gale exhaled impatiently and kissed John surprisingly hard and deep. He even gently nudged Bucky's bottom lip with his teeth, making him quiver. "Don't make me beg, Johny," Gale whispered, his eyes shuttered with desire.

"Maybe i'll exactly do it…" Bucky whispered. "What else is in your head?"

"God damn it," Gale complained.

"Am I driving you crazy?" Bucky asked innocently, sliding his thumb over the tip of Gale's cock.

"Yes", he replied quickly.

Bucky grumbled contentedly and kissed Gale again. Deep and slow at first, then faster and very wet.

"Are you worried it might hurt?" Once again, John hit the mark. Sometimes it seemed to Gale as if John could not only look into his eyes, but also into his soul.

He nodded breathlessly and suddenly he couldn't help it, but his eyes began to burn. Before he knew it, scattered tears were rolling down his cheeks. "I'm sorry…I don't know why I'm crying."

Gale sniffled. Bucky slowed his pumping hand movements and said tenderly, "I got you, Buck. Always and everywhere…we'll only go as far as you want. Even if it probably kills me." At his last words, Gale laughed a little tearfully.

"Why is it so easy for you to always say the right thing, huh?" Gale sniffled and then cleared his throat. Both his hands were now still on John's hips. His fingertips hooked into the hem of his pants.

"Because you make it easy for me to catch you," John confessed. "We'll take it at your pace, I promise."

"Can we try it slowly?" he asked.

Bucky nodded and that was the starting signal Gale had needed. Suddenly the dubious voices in his head fell silent and he sank into the mattress beneath Bucky.

From that moment on, several things happened simultaneously: first, they both undressed in minutes, and then Bucky's fist pumped a dizzying rhythmon Bucks cock up and down again while Gale kissed Bucky's chest and made a hickey underneath his heart.

They were both drenched in lust and desire as John kissed his way down Buck's chest and closed his lips around his cock. He savored the salty taste of Buck's pre come on his tongue and his moan vibrated around his cock.

"Hmm," Gale sighed, burying one hand in Bucky's soft brown hair.

Bucky moved his head up and down, alternately sucking gently on the tip and encircling the rest of Gale's cock with his hand. His other hand stroked over his lower belly, stopping Buck from rolling his hips rhythmically to his movements. He prevented him from feeling his pleasure fully. He knew what a bittersweet burn this must be causing in his body.

The next time Bucky lifted his head to gasp for air, he breathed sporadic wet kisses on Gale's thighs and murmured, drunk with passion: "Wanna try something new?"

Buck's body tensed slightly before he whispered, "Go ahead."

"You can stop me any time, darlin'."

Buck replied quietly: "I know."

Arousal and excitement flew through Bucky's body like a wave of heat. He wanted to push Gale so deep into the mattress until the frame creaked. "Relax", he mumbled and started sucking Gales cock again.

He wanted to bring him so close to the cliff that Gale could think of nothing but his orgasm and the tingling throughout his body. Only then would John take the next step.

The tension in Gale's body reached another level and John knew he wasn't far from an orgasm. He sucked harder on the tip of Buck's cock before reaching for the small can on the bedside table.

"Let's make it a little more comfortable for you." John reached for one of the countless pillows and licked his lips: "Raise your hips."

Gale followed his instruction and then he glanced at Buck and smiled as he saw him lying in bed with his eyes closed and his head leaning back. Bucky opened the can and spread a little lube on two of his fingers. He rubbed his fingertips together to warm up the gel.

"Have you ever touched your butt?"

Gale blushed a shade darker. John had hardly thought this would be possible, but his heart was pounding in his throat. Buck shook his head, "Never."

"I'll be careful," Bucky promised and breathed a kiss on Gale's twitching thigh muscle. "Close your eyes again," John advised him.

From his own experience, he knew what a great thrill this kind of intimacy was. He had already felt this wave of desire and shame himself. But when he had felt these new, overwhelming sensations, he had seen stars.

Bucky sank his upper body deeper into the soft mattress and spread Gale's legs wider. "Relax," he advised him again.

To his surprise, Buck did not comment on his instruction with a smirk, but simply breathed in and out deeply again.

Bucky closed his lips around Gale's erection again. It had softened a little, but John knew it was because of the excitement. Then a tingling shiver came over him as he spread Buck's buttocks with his fingertips and spread the gel with his fingertip.

Gale's ass muscles tensed. John created a trail of kisses with his lips that followed his groin to his thigh. With his other hand, he grasped Gale's own and wrapped it around his cock. "Pump yourself up and down slowly."

A shiver ran through Gale's body and he shivered as he began to touch himself. Now Bucky could concentrate fully on his other task. So he let his wet fingertips circle around Gale's tight lock repeatedly.

"Relax," he repeated, applying gentle pressure to the tight, contracted muscle.

He knew exactly what that first penetration felt like. It was a mixture of pure pleasure and a slight burning pressure. But as soon as his finger had penetrated the tight ring of muscle, a shock-like heat exploded in Gale's chest. The tingling sensation rushed through his entire body down to the tips of his feet in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck..god damn it...John", Gale moaned surprisingly load. "That's feels like..."

"..you are seeing stars, huh?", Bucky grinned slyly and dirty.

"Yeah", Buck replied. "Can you..."

John laughed softly and breathed a kiss on Gale's sweaty skin. He began to twist and move his middle finger slightly. He quickly found out which movements made Gale relax and go crazy. Buck exhaled loudly as John pushed his finger deeper into his ass with gentle pressure. John could feel every little throb of Gale's muscles and as he slid his finger in and out once, then a second time, Gale moaned again.

Bucky maintained his slow rhythm and continued to prepare Gale. His first finger was followed by a second and then he pumped in a steady rhythm. He could feel the muscle contractions and Gale's unbridled heat around his fingers, bringing him almost to orgasm himself.

Gale begged: "Please a little more."

Bucky sped up the rhythm of his fingers and as he curled his fingertips slightly, he touched that one special spot inside Buck. It almost immediately drove Gale out of his mind.

John had never seen a more beautiful man in his life. At the same time, he realized that he was hopelessly lost and in love with Gale Cleven. So he continued to drive him towards his long-awaited climax.

"Come for me, Buck," John whispered and leaned up so that his lips hovered over Gale's cock again. "I've never seen anything more beautiful. Let me hear you, Buck," he demanded, moving his two fingers with more pressure and stroking the magic spot in Gale's ass repeatedly.

He closed his lips around Buck's cock again and together with Gale's own hand movements they worked towards the heated end.

Then it finally happened and John tried to memorize every detail of Gale: His parted puffy pink lips, his tousled blond hair, his shiny muscles strained to the breaking point, and that harsh, sinful moan in his ears.

"John," Gale cried out in a husky voice, his body shattering into a thousand pieces and Bucky was in the middle of it.

John felt the salty taste of Gale on his tongue . Fe seconds later Gale grabbed Bucky's dog tags and pulled him close until the tips of their noses touched. Ice blue eyes met hazel eyes. Time stood still and unspoken expressions of love hung in the air between them. "You almost got me killed, major. I had no idea it would be like this."

"Always ready to rock your world." Gale traced the curve of Bucky's lower lip. "Thank you," he murmured. "For giving me space and for your patience. Now let me return the favor." Buck immediately ran his hands up and down Buck's sides before placing his hand on his cock with firm pressure.

Slight drowsiness spread through John's arms and he dropped onto the mattress next to Gale as he took the lead and helped himself to a shattering orgasm.

Sometimes all it takes were strawberries and a little dirty talk to get things running between the two of them.

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