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Week 13- A story that takes place entirely inside a vehicle. mcuflashmeme
I really don't know what this is! I don't know what came over me to write it or post it, but here it is. NSFW, kind of. Characters Bucky, Steve & Sam. Steve/Bucky. Pov Bucky. Sexting. Dick pic. Sexual tension. Humor. Public sexual content, kind of. On the subway. This came to me because of the Russell Wilson and Macklemore commerical. I plead insanity.
Notes at end.
Summary:
Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you.
~~~
Steve: You did not just take that!!
Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.
~~~
Total texting abuse by super soldiers
••••••
Title: Who's that bad man getting his smoothie on
Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you. Riding the L line to Manhattan, he settled in for the ride. Putting on his Bose headphones and listening to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' 'Downtown', he got down to business in texting a certain good-looking blond with a baseball cap that was sitting with Sam Wilson two rows away. This good-looking man wasn't sitting with Bucky because, well as he said he was a shit, and it was more interesting this way. And that certain someone knew the plan, or he hoped.
Me: Who's that bad man in the tight tshirt?
Steve: Bucky?
Me: no you, punk, now say it
Steve: Steve
Me: right
Me: now, whose dick is this?
Steve: You did not just take that!!
Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.
Me: No
Me: I don't want to get arrested for whipping it out on public trans, I had it on file
Steve: You what?
Me: Just for you sweetheart
Steve: I'd hope so! Jesus Christ! Buck!
Me: you didnt answer the question
Steve: I don't remember.
Me: Sure you do, whose is it?
Steve: Yours
Me: Steve, play along
Steve: oh…
Steve: Bucky's
Me: Right
Me: And who's gonna see it later?
Steve: Barnes!!! You do NOT send dick pics to captain america when he's incognito!
Me: So how about when he's doing a press tour?
Steve: Not cool bro
Steve: And you know Macklemore sounds like a dying cow, I can hear him from here
Steve: I thought you had better taste than that?
Me: stfu Wilson and give Steve back his phone
Bucky slumped down, drawing up his knees so his feet were on the seat. He frowned down at his phone.
Me: You're no fun
Steve: Thanks, that's what I am, the no fun zone
His head lulled back to look out the window, the endless grey stone and steel, the lyrics chanting in his ears.
With a balance that could keep us safe
Bucky peered down at the new message.
Steve: For what it's worth, I want to see it ASAP when we get off.
Bucky heart skipped an unsteady beat. Steve. The little punk. He wanted to kiss him stupid right now for being him and saying that. His lips twitched up into a smile as he replied.
Me: you want me to start now?
Steve: Yes, please.
Bucky bit at his lower lip. That 'please' got to Bucky every time. He'd do anything for that stupid punk when he added on that 'please'.
Me: How do you want me to start?
Steve: Your left hand, please?
The little kinky fucker. Bucky huffed out a laugh. Raising up his gloved, metal hand, he wiggled the fingers at Steve. He knew Steve could see him out of the corner of his eye. Bucky could see his shoulders moving closer to his ears as he hunched over.
Me: Sure thing, babydoll
And he gave a light caress to his already semi-hard dick through his jeans.
Me: dont want to go off here
Steve: Why not?
Bucky chuckled as he stealthly stroked his erection so the other passengers wouldn't know what was going on. But then he was getting turned on doing it here with Steve just seats away. His pulse was speeding up as his dick started to press more into the teeth of his zipper.
Me: dont want you to miss the show
Steve: I won't miss it.
Me: fuck
Me: steve as soon as we get there
Steve: No here, please. :)
Bucky looked up at Steve and he could see that his head was turned slightly his way. His sunglasses obscuring his eyes, but he knew he was looking at him. Bucky didn't blush often, in fact, he wondered if he could at all anymore, but right now he felt a heat rising up his neck and his face getting hot. His hand paused on his crotch.
Me: srly?
Steve: You crazy ass white boys are going to be the death of me!!
Steve: And Macklemore still sucks!
Steve got the phone away from Wilson, by just putting his palm out. He could see Wilson shaking his head, and he bet he was rolling his eyes too.
Steve: Later, please. I want to taste you.
Steve's text came out like a plead, and it just made Bucky harder. Now Bucky was just gently moving his fingers over the solid swell of his dick to ease the pain, so he wouldn't go off like a rocket in his jeans.
Me: bathroom at micky ds, ditch wilson
Steve: I'm on it.
Bucky couldn't get off the subway fast enough. The buildings and concrete tunnel out the windows, a generic blur, as all he could think of was Steve. And Steve's pretty lips on his cock. However, he knew the McDonald's was at the end of the line, but it damn well was going to be worth it.
•••••
Notes:
Commerical that inspired fic (want to do something longer with this, but will see) Music Deserves Bose featuring Russell Wilson and Macklemore https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1He5-czKE90
(Just want people to know I'm not a Macklemore hater, Bucky likes him)
Song Bucky is listening to: Downtown by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (the lyrics are printed abit wrong in the video) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GqOeyfcOp9o
Week 13- A story that takes place entirely inside a vehicle. mcuflashmeme
I really don't know what this is! I don't know what came over me to write it or post it, but here it is. NSFW, kind of. Characters Bucky, Steve & Sam. Steve/Bucky. Pov Bucky. Sexting. Dick pic. Sexual tension. Humor. Public sexual content, kind of. On the subway. This came to me because of the Russell Wilson and Macklemore commerical. I plead insanity.
Notes at end.
Summary:
Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you.
~~~
Steve: You did not just take that!!
Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.
~~~
Total texting abuse by super soldiers
••••••
Title: Who's that bad man getting his smoothie on
Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you. Riding the L line to Manhattan, he settled in for the ride. Putting on his Bose headphones and listening to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' 'Downtown', he got down to business in texting a certain good-looking blond with a baseball cap that was sitting with Sam Wilson two rows away. This good-looking man wasn't sitting with Bucky because, well as he said he was a shit, and it was more interesting this way. And that certain someone knew the plan, or he hoped.
Me: Who's that bad man in the tight tshirt?
Steve: Bucky?
Me: no you, punk, now say it
Steve: Steve
Me: right
Me: now, whose dick is this?
Steve: You did not just take that!!
Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.
Me: No
Me: I don't want to get arrested for whipping it out on public trans, I had it on file
Steve: You what?
Me: Just for you sweetheart
Steve: I'd hope so! Jesus Christ! Buck!
Me: you didnt answer the question
Steve: I don't remember.
Me: Sure you do, whose is it?
Steve: Yours
Me: Steve, play along
Steve: oh…
Steve: Bucky's
Me: Right
Me: And who's gonna see it later?
Steve: Barnes!!! You do NOT send dick pics to captain america when he's incognito!
Me: So how about when he's doing a press tour?
Steve: Not cool bro
Steve: And you know Macklemore sounds like a dying cow, I can hear him from here
Steve: I thought you had better taste than that?
Me: stfu Wilson and give Steve back his phone
Bucky slumped down, drawing up his knees so his feet were on the seat. He frowned down at his phone.
Me: You're no fun
Steve: Thanks, that's what I am, the no fun zone
His head lulled back to look out the window, the endless grey stone and steel, the lyrics chanting in his ears.
With a balance that could keep us safe
Bucky peered down at the new message.
Steve: For what it's worth, I want to see it ASAP when we get off.
Bucky heart skipped an unsteady beat. Steve. The little punk. He wanted to kiss him stupid right now for being him and saying that. His lips twitched up into a smile as he replied.
Me: you want me to start now?
Steve: Yes, please.
Bucky bit at his lower lip. That 'please' got to Bucky every time. He'd do anything for that stupid punk when he added on that 'please'.
Me: How do you want me to start?
Steve: Your left hand, please?
The little kinky fucker. Bucky huffed out a laugh. Raising up his gloved, metal hand, he wiggled the fingers at Steve. He knew Steve could see him out of the corner of his eye. Bucky could see his shoulders moving closer to his ears as he hunched over.
Me: Sure thing, babydoll
And he gave a light caress to his already semi-hard dick through his jeans.
Me: dont want to go off here
Steve: Why not?
Bucky chuckled as he stealthly stroked his erection so the other passengers wouldn't know what was going on. But then he was getting turned on doing it here with Steve just seats away. His pulse was speeding up as his dick started to press more into the teeth of his zipper.
Me: dont want you to miss the show
Steve: I won't miss it.
Me: fuck
Me: steve as soon as we get there
Steve: No here, please. :)
Bucky looked up at Steve and he could see that his head was turned slightly his way. His sunglasses obscuring his eyes, but he knew he was looking at him. Bucky didn't blush often, in fact, he wondered if he could at all anymore, but right now he felt a heat rising up his neck and his face getting hot. His hand paused on his crotch.
Me: srly?
Steve: You crazy ass white boys are going to be the death of me!!
Steve: And Macklemore still sucks!
Steve got the phone away from Wilson, by just putting his palm out. He could see Wilson shaking his head, and he bet he was rolling his eyes too.
Steve: Later, please. I want to taste you.
Steve's text came out like a plead, and it just made Bucky harder. Now Bucky was just gently moving his fingers over the solid swell of his dick to ease the pain, so he wouldn't go off like a rocket in his jeans.
Me: bathroom at micky ds, ditch wilson
Steve: I'm on it.
Bucky couldn't get off the subway fast enough. The buildings and concrete tunnel out the windows, a generic blur, as all he could think of was Steve. And Steve's pretty lips on his cock. However, he knew the McDonald's was at the end of the line, but it damn well was going to be worth it.
•••••
Notes:
Commerical that inspired fic (want to do something longer with this, but will see) Music Deserves Bose featuring Russell Wilson and Macklemore https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1He5-czKE90
(Just want people to know I'm not a Macklemore hater, Bucky likes him)
Song Bucky is listening to: Downtown by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (the lyrics are printed abit wrong in the video) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GqOeyfcOp9o
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