Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo.
Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor.
Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional?
Word Count: 1,851
Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, masturbation, possibly more to come
Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you.
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
God, it was stifling. Bucky felt like he was trapped in an oven, wrapped in tinfoil, bathed in grease, and he couldn’t draw in enough oxygen. He kicked off the heavy blankets that were sodden with his sweat, and gave a heavy moan of appreciation when cool air blasted against his skin. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, trying to sort through his jumbled memories of what happened, and what he dreamed had happened.
The last thing he really remembered was calling… someone. Steve, maybe? After all, he was his acting sponsor. After that, it was a blur, he didn’t even remember getting into bed, let alone covering himself in what felt like a hundred blankets.
Wiping the sweat from his face, he rolled over and pushed up from the bed, groaning when the sheets stuck to his ass. He trudged into the bathroom, brushed his teeth thoroughly since it felt like he licked the bottom of a well-used ashtray. After gargling with mouthwash, he turned on the shower, as hot as he could stand, and stepped under the stream of water.
It was after he had washed his hair, the suds sliding down his naked body, swirling around his feet, that the image of Steve’s perfectly plump pink lips wrapping around his cock burst through his mind. He gasped loudly, his cock twitching against his thigh, begging to be gripped tight, and stroked. Turning around, he hunched his shoulders, slapped a hand against the wall, and tried to get the image out of his head.
Not that he tried very hard, the blood in his veins was surging, lust sparking over every inch of his skin. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Snarling, he wrapped a hand around throbbing cock and let his mind go where it may.
Steve was on his knees, his hands digging into Bucky’s thighs, Bucky’s cock driving in and out of Steve’s mouth, choking him, cutting off his air supply, and what a fucking sight it was.
“That’s it,” Bucky ground out. “Take it all.” He buried his hands in Steve’s hair, watching his sponsor’s eyes roll back, drool dripping off his chin, grunts caught in the back of his throat. When Steve swallowed around Bucky’s cock, he could feel the familiar tightening in his gut.
Bucky was furiously fucking his fist, eyes screwed shut, his orgasm ramming into him like a freight train. With Steve’s name bursting out of him, he came hard, pulsing and twitching in his grip, spilling his cum into the drain. He stood there as his cock softened, breath tearing in and out of him, his heart racing, his mind grappling with what had just transpired.
He shouldn’t be feeling this way about Steve, the man was his sponsor, not some guy he met at a bar. Their relationship was supposed to be professional, or some shit like that. It wasn’t until the water ran cold that he turned it off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
He wasn’t sure how long Bucky might sleep, so when Steve came in from smoking, he was quiet, shutting the door gently, keeping his footfalls light as he turned around. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the pitch, but when they did, he found the bed empty, and could hear the shower running.
That’s a good sign.
Steve moved to strip the bed, but then he heard something, something he knew the sound of all too well; a guttural grunt and the swipe of flesh on flesh. Bucky was jerking off, and it sent a thrill down Steve’s spine.
Before he knew what was happening, he found himself standing to the side of the open bathroom door. The sounds coming from the shower were downright sinful. His cock was throbbing painfully at the mental image of Bucky, his cock down Steve’s throat, choking him.
It didn’t feel right, nor did it feel wrong, listening in, palming his hard cock through his jeans. He was Bucky’s sponsor, he definitely wasn’t supposed to be unbuttoning his jeans to release some of the pressure. But, as soon as he did that, a fat bead of pre-cum oozed out. With his head against the wall, Steve slid his hand into his tight boxer briefs and swept it away, fully intending to remove his hand and go about cleaning up. The addict inside of him should have known better.
Steve hissed at the contact against the sensitive skin, and his cock, Jesus, he was so fucking hard it hurt. His hips surged forward as he gripped himself, giving into his carnal need to touch himself with Bucky’s grunts and groans fueling his darkest fantasy. To keep quiet, Steve gnawed on his bottom lip, the blood pounding in his ears, his cock sliding easily in his grip, and he was just about to cum when he heard Bucky grunt his name.
Wait, what? Steve stilled, his mind racing, his heart hammering, his chest aching. Had Bucky really said Steve’s name just then? Swallowing greedily at the thick air around him, Steve shook his head and tucked himself away. He was still rock solid and wanted nothing more than to jerk off to the sinful way his name sounded on Bucky’s lips, but a moment later, the water turned off. He darted over to the bed and started stripping the sheets, lifting his head and finding it difficult to keep from openly staring as Bucky stepped out of the bathroom.
“Oh, hey,” Bucky rasped, surprise flashing in his eyes. Good thing I didn’t come out stark naked.
Steve’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bucky, towel slung low around his hips, wet hair framing his face, drops of water on his broad shoulders, cascading down his chest and stomach. He had to swallow several times before he could say anything.
“Hiya, Buck. Good to see you up and around.”
“Sure as hell feels good.” He grabbed a shirt from his dresser and yanked it on before asking, “Have you been here the whole time?”
Standing tall, Steve shifted his hips, hoping to hide the fact that his cock was hard as a rock. “Mostly, yeah. Do you uh, do you remember calling me?”
With his brows close together, Bucky shook his head, sending drops of water to the floor. “I mean, not really.”
“You sounded like hell, man,” Steve admitted, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, trying to keep his eyes from dropping to Bucky’s hips where the towel had loosened slightly. “Came over as fast as I could, got you into bed, and hung around.”
Bucky smirked in a way that made his eyes twinkle. “Did you… clean?”
“I got bored,” Steve answered, hoping the arousal in his voice wasn’t too thick.
Bucky smirked at the sight of Steve blushing, at the way he averted his gaze, the way he shifted on his feet. There was quite the bulge in Steve’s pants that Bucky caught sight of, and goddamn, if it didn’t make his mouth water.
“Thanks, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice gritty.
The nickname made Steve smile and sent the blush further up his neck. “Part of my job as your sponsor.”
Ah, there it was, the one damn word that kept Bucky from striding over to Steve, pushing him against the wall, and kissing him. Whether Steve was straight, gay, or bisexual, Bucky had no idea, but at that point, he didn’t really fucking care.
“You uh, want to hang for a bit?” Bucky asked, stepping around the edge of the bed, the distance between the two men growing smaller, filling the air with pheromones. “I can order some pizza, show you my gratitude for all you did.”
Steve almost let out a groan at Bucky’s proposal. Now that he knew Bucky thought about him while he jerked off, he wanted to say yes, to know just how appreciative Bucky was. But, there was somehow a part of his brain that wasn’t drowning in the way Bucky’s eyes raked over Steve, in how gravelly Bucky’s voice was, in the way Steve could see Bucky’s cock bulging against the towel, and it quickly decided that Steve needed to leave
“I can’t, Bucky. I have to go,” he lied expertly, darting across the room to grab his phone and jacket. “I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow, right?”
Fuck, he’s cute when he’s flustered.
“I’ll be there,” Bucky promised, giving Steve a playful smile as his sponsor ducked out.
Steve couldn’t get back to his shitty apartment soon enough. It didn’t take him long, twenty minutes, but every minute drug by, reminding Steve that his cock was pulsing, that he couldn’t undo his jeans in the back of the cab.
He tried thinking about baseball, football, even tried singing his favorite song, but nothing worked. God, he was so hard it fucking hurt. He needed to get home, and fast. Otherwise, he was going to start jerking off. The only thing that took the edge off just enough was the fact that if he did do that, he’d get arrested. Again. And, he most definitely did not want to add committing a lewd act to his already mile-long arrest record.
By the time the cab dropped him off, he felt as if he were going to explode. He threw some bills at the driver and bolted inside, took the steps three at a time and dropped his keys twice before he was finally inside. With his back against the door he just slammed, he ripped open the front of his jeans with a snarl. Spitting into his hand with one hand, Steve yanked the top of his boxer briefs down, gripped his cock, and closed his eyes.
It was Bucky’s turn to be on his knees, mouth open wide, tongue splayed between his full lips, a desperate and carnal need shining in his eyes. Steve had a hand in Bucky’s hair when he shoved his cock between Bucky’s lips.
The man on his knees fucking growled at the contact. Hallowing his cheeks, he scraped his teeth along Steve’s shaft with every bob of his head, swirling his tongue hypnotically around the head, flicking it into the slit.
Steve’s hips snapped forward as he fucked Bucky’s mouth, the wet choking sounds, the bite of Bucky’s fingers in his ass and thighs, the fact that he had no gag reflex; all of it made Steve’s balls draw up tight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve grunted, low and heavy. He had never reached orgasm so fast before, not even when he was young and fucking high as a goddamn kite. He choked on Bucky’s name as he came, his hips stuttering, his cock swelling and pulsing.
He slammed his head into the door as he gasped for air, his cock growing soft, his cum on his hands and the front of his jeans. Something about Bucky got his blood surging like no one before, and he never wanted the feeling to go away.
Shit, he was fucking screwed.
FOUR
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