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: 1,316
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.
Steve hunkered down in his apartment for the next week. He called in sick to work, even went so far as to skip the weekly meeting. He should have felt bad about it, but he didn’t, not with his hand around his leaking dick. In his mind’s eye, Bucky was the one that was stroking him, swallowing around him, gagging, tears streaming down his face, begging for more.
He shouldn’t get rock-hard just at the notion of seeing Bucky again, or hearing his gravelly voice, let alone if Bucky were to say his name. Christ, he would lose it right then. Although, would it really be so bad?
Bucky had been calling Steve, leaving a string of text messages, asking if Steve was okay, if Bucky had done something to upset him. Steve should have answered straight away, he was being a shitty sponsor by not doing so. Only problem was, he couldn’t bring himself to have a quasi-normal conversation with the chestnut-haired man.
Then there were the phone calls from Clint.
“Something’s going on, man,” Clint insisted. “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
“I’m fine, brother,” Steve gasped, the breath tearing in and out of him from yet another round of masturbating.
“Uh huh. Why are you out of breath?” he demanded to know.
“Just got in from running.” The words were out of him before he could even think of what to say.
Clint scoffed loudly. “You know I don’t believe a goddamn word you’re saying right now.”
“You really think I care?” Steve groaned, disconnecting the call.
That was three days ago, and Steve still hadn’t left the apartment. Well, that’s not entirely true. He left to get smokes and more laundry detergent. He had both of the small machines going shortly after returning. Two minutes later, someone was knocking on his door.
“Go away, Clint,” he snarled, a cigarette notched between his lips, his eyes rolling back.
“Steve?”
That was most definitely not Clint’s voice. Clint’s rasp never made Steve shudder in anticipation. No, this was a much deeper voice that Steve knew all too well. Steve’s heart was in his throat as he approached the door, his hand shaking as he reached for the door chain lock. Another round of knocks made him jump back.
“Just a sec,” he ground out. Steve ran his hands through his hair and risked a glance in the mirror. Shit, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. Whatever, it was what it was.
Bucky was on the other side of the door, his eyes full of worry. His hair was pulled back, the strands damp from the rain. “Jesus, ‘bout time you let me know you ain’t dead,” he huffed as he pushed his way into the apartment, seemingly on high alert, his eyes scanning Steve’s dark apartment.
Steve pulled in a deep breath that was full of Bucky, and fuck, it made his mouth water.
“I ain’t using,” he said for the hundredth time. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“I know what usin’ looks like,” Bucky said, turning to face his sponsor, eyes dark, jaw tense. “And you don’t look clean. What are you on?”
Steve raked a hand through his tousled hair and shook his head. “Nothin’, man. I swear.”
Bucky stepped into Steve’s airspace and glared at him. “Do I need to find a new sponsor?”
“Please don’t,” he murmured, the words falling from his mouth before he could even think of stopping them. Steve sucked in a shuddering breath, hoping that words would come with the rush of air, but they didn’t; they hung there like dust particles, shimmering in the rays of light, swirling about as you pushed your hand through them.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Bucky wasn’t asking because he was accusing Steve of anything, not really.
The truth was, Bucky was tired of hiding his feelings for Steve. Sure, they had practically just met, but Steve was intoxicating to be around. He was funny and smart, he didn’t take himself too seriously, there was no giant ego, and good goddamn, he was built like a shit brickhouse. Bucky wanted to get his hands on the man and explore every inch of his body.
When Steve didn’t say anything, Bucky stepped into his personal space, the air between them thickening. “Tell me, Steve,” he implored, his fingers twitching as he struggled to not reach for Steve.
Staring into Bucky’s azure eyes and decided at that very moment that he could no longer give into his fantasy, Steve gripped the back of Bucky’s neck and kissed him, hard, urgently, as if his very life depended on it. Fearing he had read the minute signs from Bucky all wrong, Steve wasn’t expecting Bucky to return the kiss. So, when he did, Steve let go of the moan in the back of his throat.
Bucky pushed himself into the kiss, grabbing onto Steve’s narrow waist, tugging him close. Shoes and clothes were discarded as Steve directed Bucky toward the couch, his desperation to taste Bucky was becoming too much, threatening to consume him from the inside out. Before he could blink, he was on his knees, between Bucky’s thighs, sucking Bucky deep into the back of his throat, the bittersweet pre-cum tasting like heaven on his tongue.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky praised, his voice gritty, his hand in Steve’s hair.
The blood in Steve’s veins surged at the words, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He was all-too-happy to oblige to Bucky’s hand on the back of his head, urging him down further until his nose was buried in Bucky’s chestnut curls.
“Yesssss,” groaned Bucky, his head falling back as Steve’s throat constricted tighter than before.
Bucky had gotten head many times, but nobody really knew what they were doing, and then he met Steve. The talent that lay in Steve’s lips and tongue was unparalleled to anything Bucky’s experienced. It was as if Steve was psychic and knew exactly what Bucky liked.
He spread his legs and pistoned his hips, thoroughly fucking Steve’s mouth, encouraged by the way Steve was furiously pumping his own cock. Bucky hadn’t wanted to cum in Steve’s mouth the first time they fucked, but he couldn’t stop himself. With a low and heavy grunt of Steve’s name, his cock pulsed as he jammed it down Steve’s throat one more time, holding him there until Steve had swallowed every last drop.
With a weary grin, Steve sat back, gasping for air, his thick cock weeping, a blush coloring his skin under the intensity of Bucky’s gaze.
“Look at you,” Bucky purred, sliding off the couch and onto Steve’s thighs. “You’re ready to burst, aren’t you?”
Steve couldn’t bite back the obscene moan as Bucky’s hand took the place of his. “Fuck yes.”
Bucky gripped the back of Steve’s neck, his hand working over Steve’s cock, smearing the fat beads of pre-cum, his lips brushing against Steve’s. “Come on, baby,” he urged, rocking their bodies together. “Show me what you got.”
As their bodies moved together, Steve gripped Bucky’s ass as they kissed, as Bucky’s hand glided along, pushing Steve closer to his release. Steve ripped his mouth away to watch himself get fucked. The breath was tearing in and out of him, mingling intoxicatingly well with Bucky’s.
“Shitshitshit,” Steve panted, his shoulders shuddering, thighs flexing.
If it was possible, Bucky stroked him faster, rocking their bodies harder. “Cum for me, Stevie.”
Steve’s head fell back as he came, bursts of light blinding him, the air in his lungs held hostage, every muscle going taut. Bucky dipped his head down and sucked a dark mark onto Steve’s pulse point, nipping at it in a way that made Steve’s hips jerk and his nails dig into Bucky’s ass.
The two men rolled to the floor, tangled together, and all Steve could think was, Jesus, what a fucking rush.
SIX
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