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sunset kisses

or: a lukewarm midsummer night back in the United States. Buck and Bucky are almost finished the basis fighter pilot courses and next Monday they'll fly a fully armed fighter aircraft for the first time. Gale feels a lot of pressure and Bucky helps him to calm down and finally think about something different than flying a B17 full of weapons.

(pre-war, Buck and Buck are still fighter pilot school)

Fighter School, US Air Force

The sun was just setting and bathed the entire barracks grounds in a play of pink, orange and red. When Gale lifted his eyes from his notebook and papers, he could see the sky melt into a soft film of color on the horizon and the last warm rays of sunlight tickled his skin.

Since John and he had kissed for the first time a few weeks ago, just before midnight, everything had passed him by pretty quickly. Gale closed his eyes briefly and let reality and the stress of learning carry him away.

Lukewarm rays of sunshine, a light breeze, John's soft pink lips and the feeling that he really could fly.

Touching and kissing Bucky - which he had done often and secretly over the last few weeks - was like jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. At the same time, Gale discovered so many new feelings when he touched or kissed or...just looked at John that sometimes it seemed unreal how easy and weightless it felt between them - even if they could only look at and touch each other in secret.

His heartbeat quickened and then stumbled over a beat, or maybe a second beat, before continuing. Gale's fingertips twitched joyfully and almost urgently at the memory of Bucky's unruly dark brown hair and how the individual strands had felt between his fingers. When he opened his lips slightly and licked the tip of his tongue across his lower lip, he tasted a hint of mint and wiskey. John's irresistible scent of shower gel, fabric softener and himself continued to intoxicate Gale's senses. Even now, sitting here alone in the evening sun at the south gate of the barracks, looking out over the deserted flight, he could remember John's smell. He smiled and then laughed softly and slightly hoarsely as he thought of how he could now feel every ridge and valley of John's muscles blindfolded or find any of John's birthmarks.

So far, Bucky and he had only kissed and touched each other half-naked a few times, bringing each other to climax. But nothing more than that had happened. How could it, Gale thought, clicking his tongue a little in frustration. Of course he was nervous about getting any closer to John, but at the same time he was so damn curious about...more. He wanted to kiss John and explore every inch of Bucky's soft, warm skin with his lips and hands. Gale wanted to find out what other sounds he could elicit from John. Would he sigh or even gasp? Moan, maybe, if Gale touched him and did more than just kiss him. How would his warm skin feel under Gale's lips? What would John taste like and would Gale like it?

The thoughts in his head were buzzing around wildly and kept getting tangled up in each other. In addition to all the thoughts about flying, questions like these dominated Gale's mind...and had been doing so for days.

The last time he had seen Bucky was at lunch in the large, far too noisy canteen. Gale had been sitting at the table with a few of the other guys when John had sauntered over to him with a tablet in his hands, a wide, easy grin on his lips. John sat down casually in the chair opposite Gale and Gale got all nervous and his cheeks flushed when John made another flippant remark. But then, when everyone was laughing and distracted, Gale realized that John had said all those pointed, slightly erotic things about women and bedtime stories just to give him and himself a quiet moment.

A moment when they could look at each other almost unnoticed, and as Gale's cheeks grew a little warmer and his heartbeat quickened, Bucky's toe touched his own under the table. A silent cry for love, Gale had thought surprisingly, and the urge to just stand up and circle the table, lean down and kiss John in front of all the guys had become almost overpowering. Damn it, Gale had thought, even though he had been the calmer, the more sensible of the two of them. Someone who wasn't so loud or so obviously in love. No, Gale Cleven was level-headed and clever. Sometimes all this cleverness didn't really do him any good and he wished he could be a bit more uninhibited and spontaneous like John Egan.

The corners of Gale's mouth twitched and he opened his eyes again, blinking. He stared straight ahead at the horizon, where the sky was slowly turning so dark red that from a distance it looked like it was on fire. It was crazy how close they'd gotten and how emotionally comfortable and vulnerable Gale felt at the same time. Even as he pushed away the bitter thought of war and the possibility of leaving or even losing John, a dutiful little voice from the back of his mind kept reminding him of reality. They weren't just here to fly, but also to drop bombs.

A soft sigh escaped Gale and he rubbed the bridge of his nose with the thumb and forefinger of one hand while he opened the next page of his notebook with the other. Flight maneuvers and how to bring weapons and death to the enemy was neatly written there and he gulped as he thought about the fact that in less than 48 hours he would be flying a fully armed aircraft. After all the theory lessons, the sports and the flying lessons - just without all those deadly weapons - the time had finally come and he would be sitting in the cockpit of a B17 for the first time...with weapons under his ass.

His heartbeat quickened again and a slight, now familiar tug rose in his chest. A tug that told him he was nervous and a wave of anxiety rolled over him hard. A shiver chased down his spine to his toes and Gale pressed his lips together thoughtfully. Before he could sink back into a maelstrom of thoughts, however, he heard footsteps approaching him. Gale raised his head slightly and looked into John's ocean-blue eyes from his sunny perch on the old, disused control tower.

John climbed up the ladder and as soon as his and Gale's eyes met, he smiled. "Hey Buck. Hiding from the world again?" John asked with a playful undertone.

Gale grinned slightly and replied: "Not from the world. Just from the bombs." His voice sounded much more serious than he would have liked and John noticed almost immediately. All the tension stuck in Gale's body alerted Bucky. He took a step or two closer and leaned down slightly towards Gale. Then John lifted an arm and curved his palm gently and so intimately around the back of Gale's neck that he closed his eyes briefly and leaned into the touch. In a soft, slightly concerned voice, John asked, "You're not still thinking about Monday and the B17, are you?"

Gale's tense, slightly hesitant sigh was answer enough.

John's fingers twitched around the back of Buck's neck, digging lightly into his warm, tense muscles. Gale sighed again. "You have no reason to be worried. You're flying fantastically. If it wasn't for that, you wouldn't be allowed to fly on Monday...don't think about the bombs and all the guns now, Buck." John put his other hand on Gale's cheek and stroked the edge of his chin with his thumbnail. They both breathed in audibly and Gale wasn't sure if it was his own rapid heartbeat buzzing in his ears or if he could even hear John's raging heart. Only slowly did he relax a little. He let John's soothing words sink in and closed his eyes again, blinking as Bucky added, "Don't worry, darling. No one's going to shoot you and nothing bad is going to happen."

Gale slowly raised his one arm and wrapped his fingers around Bucky's wrist. He felt John's pulse racing under his fingertips and smiled slightly. "Why is your heart beating so fast?" Buck breathed in a hoarse voice. He kept his eyes closed and gradually the gentle caress of John's fingers on his neck and cheek eased his tension.

"Because I'm with you, Buck," John whispered. "It's been that way for a while now when I look at you or touch you."

"Hmmm," Gale hummed softly, the corners of his mouth twitching. Although he still had his eyes closed, he knew that John was smiling too. He stroked his thumb over the thin, sensitive skin on Bucky's wrist. Under his thumb, John's pulse fluttered again.

"Doesn't that make you nervous at all?", asked Buck a moment later. Still in a low, raspy voice, he mumbled, "I mean the bombs and guns...this isn't a game. Eventually this war will come and..." Gale opened his eyes and pressed his lips tightly together. John looked him straight in the eye and Gale could swear he saw something like dark shadows in his eyes. But before he could chase after the shadows, they were gone again, leaving nothing but dark blue oceans in which he lost himself.

Still standing in front of him, John leaned his forehead against Buck's and as their breaths mingled, Gale clung a little tighter and more urgently to Bucky's forearm. Again there was that gentle, reassuring caress of John's fingertips and Gale took a deep breath. "Stop thinking about that! We still have plenty of time before all this happens." John pressed his lips to Gale's forehead and everything felt so strangely vulnerable and meaningful. Almost like in all those movies just before something bad happened. Gale's thoughts began to spin wildly in his head again. He almost lost control of his feelings and thoughts. But then John breathed another kiss on his forehead, then his left cheek and then his right cheek, before kissing the corner of his mouth. With half-closed eyelids, Gale looked at him. "If there's one thing I'm sure of in this world, it's that at the end of it all, there will still be two airplanes in the sky. It'll be you and me, Buck."

Inevitably, the corners of Gale's mouth twitched and he smiled slightly, though his lower lip quivered a little. "Don't count on it."

John laughed softly and the low, harsh sound sent another shiver down Gale's spine. But this time it wasn't a cold, bitter shudder, but a familiar, warm feeling that spread through his body. He nuzzled his cheek into John's palm a little more and as Bucks traced the contour of his lower lip with his thumbnail, a tingle rushed through his veins. "I'm counting on you and I to end up flying together. Now let me distract and enjoy you a little before the sun goes down and we run out of time."

Before Buck could say anything in response, John pressed his full lips to his. At first the kiss was slow and gentle. John held back, giving Gale enough time to get away from his jumbled thoughts and slowly relax.

A soft, pleasurable sigh escaped Buck's lips as John ended the kiss. They were both breathing heavier and louder than before, and as Gale slowly opened his eyes, the setting sun framing John shone so golden and beautiful that Gale wished he could hold onto the moment forever. John so beautiful with full, slightly puffy lips and glowing blue eyes staring into his baby blue eyes.

"Come here!" Bucky murmured in a raspy voice, urging Gale to stand up with his hand on the back of his neck. Gale carelessly dropped his notebook and wrapped both his arms around John's chest. Despite his white shirt and sheepskin jacket, he could feel the contours of all his muscles under his fingers. He briefly thought back to his crazy thought from earlier. That he would be able to find and name every detail on John's body in record time. As soon as Gale stood, John pulled him against his warm, hard body with a jerk. When Gale felt John's hard muscles and their chests collided, he gasped softly. The corners of Bucky's mouth twitched and when their lips met this time, the kiss was more urgent and liberated, less thoughtful and restrained.

Gale opened his lips willingly when John ran the tip of his tongue over them and asked for entrance. Their tongues entwined and explored, dancing in unison, Buck's heart beating as fast as the wings of a tiny collibri. He pressed himself another half step closer to John, and when he stumbled back half a step, hips bumping against the cool railing of the tower, Gale pressed restlessly and greedily closer to him. As John kissed him deeper, Gale felt the smirk on his lips. Gale pressed his palm flat against John's ribcage while he let the other move first to his neck and then into his unruly hair. As his fingers dug into the brown strands, Bucky groaned darkly. Gale was sure he'd never heard a more erotic sound.

Another wave of heat flowed through Gale and an excitement built up in his stomach that made everything inside him tingle. Breathlessly, their lips parted and as Bucky chuckled softly, Gale blushed once more as he realized how restlessly and shamelessly he had pressed himself against John. Before he had a chance to sink into embarrassment, however, as was so common for him, John breathed another kiss on the corner of his mouth and murmured, "What's got you so greedy, baby? Do you want a little distraction? I'm your man."John leaned forward a little further, rubbed his freshly shaved cheek against Gale's and brushed his lips against the shell of his ear. A gasp escaped Buck's lips and his eyes fluttered shut again. He bit his lower lip lightly and rocked back and forth on the soles of his shoes as Bucky blew lightly in his ear and whispered hoarsely, "I'm all yours. Anything you want tonight, darling. What will it take to push your mind away from this B17?"

"John," Gale breathed sheepishly. After all the kissing, he was still uncomfortable with how sexually open Bucky was about his desires, lust and passion.

"Don't be shy," John encouraged him.

Gale took a slow, deep breath. A real cramp, considering how fast his heart was beating. "Maybe we can try something new?" Gale suggested diplomatically. He was so fucking embarrassed, even though it was total nonsense, and yet John just grinned so fucking sexy and distracted him. John approached him again and this time he thrust his hips forward in one fluid motion, letting Gale feel his arousal and then hummed softly in his ear. "Hmmm," he hummed, teasing Buck. "You're gonna have to give me a little more than that, darling."

He heard Buck sigh and John enjoyed tormenting him a little, even though he knew that Gale was the quieter and more reserved of the two of them. Gale Cleven wasn't loud when John was with him. Gale was level-headed, clever and then loud when it came to technical matters or even flying, but in bed or hidden up here. In the shallow sunset, this blond, handsome man was all his and John loved the way he managed to tease the sounds out of Gale and make him be loud with all his touches and kisses.

Buck swallowed hard and muttered, "Maybe...more than just kissing and touching each other." As soon as the words left his lips, he pressed his lips together and bit the tip of his tongue. He could feel the corner of John's mouth twitch against his cheek.

"I can work with that," Bucky teased him, kissing him on the cheek and then on the chin as he leaned back slightly. "You don't just want this because you think something will happen on Monday and you won't see me again afterwards, do you?" Bucky raised an eyebrow demandingly, studying Gale's features intently. "This isn't one of your romantic gestures because you think one of us might fall from the sky in flames, is it? Darling?" he asked when Gale just blinked at him dumbly, only slowly realizing how damn well Bucky knew him by now and that it scared him. But in a good way.

"Not only," Gale murmured hesitantly. "I just want you with me. I want to feel you and smell your aftershave." He felt the urge to make it clear that he wanted John more for so many things - not just the flying and all the bombs. Thinking about a burning sky didn't really help. Quickly he shooed those thoughts away and focused on Bucky in front of him instead. This time it was he who leaned over and kissed him. John gave him free rein, yet he pressed for another response when the kiss ended. "I'm not going to die, Buck," John promised him. "Neither are you. It's just a practice flight and neither of us is going to fall out of the sky on fire, understand?"

Buck sighed loudly, "Okay."

He still didn't sound completely convinced, but John knew how to reassure Gale. One thing John had come to understand pretty quickly since he and Gale had gotten physically and emotionally close was that Buck needed emotional safety in order to physically open up and let go. One of the reasons for this was Gale's childhood and his betting, gambling father who had constantly dragged him from animal betting, to slot machines, to horse racings.

Now it was Bucky who was pushing Buck backwards. Between all the steps, he kissed him briefly again and again, but didn't lose sight of their path. As soon as Gale's back touched the door of the tower's small control room, he leaned slightly against it and John released a hand from his hip to open the door. As soon as the lock clicked softly, John pushed him through the doorframe and into the small room.

The sunlight had almost completely disappeared on the horizon and as soon as Gale stood in the middle of the room, John disengaged from him and closed the door. Then Gale watched with a pounding heartbeat as John strode through the semi-dark room and switched on a small lamp. The dim light bathed the room in a pleasant glow and warmth immediately flowed through Buck's body.

After John and he had found the abandoned control tower on one of their evening explorations, they had brought a few items here over the weeks. Pillows and blankets, a few candles, snacks and a radio. They often spent the weekends here - getting some distance and peace and quiet as they slept in a large room with fifty other guys during the week.

Gale just stood there and waited while a thousand thoughts ran through his head. Some thoughts flashed fleetingly, others got tangled up with others, and others...well, they were dark and scary. Just like this one...when he thought of Monday and a fully armed B17. Gale shook his head, barely noticing. A snivelling attempt to chase away the dark thought. He squinted his eyes for a moment, so hard it almost hurt. His pulse still racing, he inhaled and exhaled shakily and audibly several times before the thought slowly disappeared into the far corners of his mind. Just in time for John to light one last candle and then approach him again. As soon as Buck was within John's reach, he stretched out his arms and wrapped one around his hips, the other around Gale's neck.

Gale was glad about John and this distraction. Another sigh escaped him, a little louder this time, and Bucky intensified the kiss. Gale was only too happy to open his lips and when their tongues touched again, he pressed his upper body, his hips and his slowly hardening erection against John's body. Bucky hummed against Gale's lips, sending a vibration through his body. Gale breathed heavily as John ended the kiss and then began a trail of feather-light kisses across the curve of his chin and then down his neck. The soft, slightly wet kisses made Buck shudder and he closed his eyes, fluttering. "John," he whispered hoarsely. A silent desire for more, Bucky knew, and yet he wanted Gale to learn to express his desires in more detail.

"What do you want?" John murmured, his poor breath colliding with Gale's damp skin against his neck. Gale's fingers dug into the fabric of John's sheepskin jacket again and when that wasn't enough, he slipped the jacket off Bucky's shoulders. The fabric landed on the floor with a thud and Gale ran his palms over John's forearms and upper arms, up to his shoulders, where he dug his fingertips gently but firmly into the warm, firm muscles, making John groan. Every now and then he slipped his fingers under the fabric of his white 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.

As soon as Buck felt John's bare skin under his hands, adrenaline and anticipation rushed through his veins. The desire to touch him everywhere grew stronger and stronger, and as Bucky pushed Gale back one step, then another, and further into the room until the back of his knees reached the edge of the cot, the desire for more became almost overwhelming.

"I want..." Buck hesitated and then cleared his throat. He grabbed John's face with both hands and stopped the trail of kisses he was blowing on his neck and collarbone. "Can I try something?"

Bucky raised his eyebrow slightly questioningly and nodded slowly after a breath or two. "Sure. You don't need to ask permission, Gale. You should know me that well by now." John smiled as the corners of Gale's mouth twitched as well. Then Gale licked his lips and ran both of his hands from John's cheeks down to his shoulders, then along his ribcage, and when his hands finally came to rest on Bucky's hips, John's heart stopped short. He watched Gale intently and when he jerked them both around so that the backs of John's knees hit the edge of the bed, they both let out a loud gasp.

Bucky suddenly hardly dared to move. Afraid of stretching Gale, he held still and only relaxed again when Buck pressed his body against his own and kissed him. Kissing Gale was like floating on clouds and it made John absolutely dependent and addicted. Every spare second he spent close to Gale but unable to touch him was torture. Sometimes it felt like he was breathing gasoline and Gale was the spark that set him on fire. Living in danger had always appealed to John somewhere and right now he couldn't think of anything better than going up in flames because of Gale.

John hummed breathlessly as Gale's hands came off one hip and began to undo his belt and then his pants. Inevitably, his hips jerked forward and he craved more friction, more skin contact, more...Gale Cleven. Every time Buck touched him, he felt like an impatient schoolboy, and just the way Gale always looked at him longingly, with flushed cheeks, swollen lips and half-lowered eyelids, John could almost orgasm in his tight pants.

He breathlessly ended the kiss, but sucked briefly on Buck's lower lip, eliciting a first, dark moan and it intoxicated him. He wanted more from Gale - more gasps, more moans, just anything he could get. Gale wasn't really the loud type when they were naked and in bed together. Gale preferred to enjoy himself in silence and John respected that. Very much so, and yet he wished he could tease Gale into being more vocal sometimes. On the other hand, it made every rare loud moan and husky whisper of his name from Gale's lips all the more special.

Buck's knuckles rubbed over his hard erection as he pulled down his zipper and slid his pants off his hips.

"Fuck," John grumbled, pressing his lips to Gale's again. It was a brief, frantic kiss and when he broke away, he buried his face in the crook of Gale's neck. He inhaled Buck's unique scent and the slightly salty film of sweat on his skin was driving John crazy. He placed his half-open mouth on Gale's skin and licked over it with his tongue, then sucked gently on the sensitive skin, making Gal tremble.

"Be careful," Buck whispered hoarsely. John hummed approvingly against his skin and briefly lifted his mouth from Gale's slightly flushed and damp skin. He brushed his thumbnail across the light imprint of his lips and Buck hissed, "Damn you, John! Did you give me a hickey?"

"Maybe a little one," John mumbled, not sounding ashamed or remorseful at all, but rather ectastic and proud. "When the others ask, you tell them you got laid by a great woman...or you keep quiet like you always do and I'll comment on the whole thing, baby," Bucky suggested with a grin and Gale rolled his eyes.

"You really are incredible," Gale snorted softly, wincing a second time as John's thumbnail brushed over the sensitive skin.

"I know," John murmured conceitedly and the next moment his eyes squeezed tightly shut and he groaned loudly as Gale slid his hand down Bucky's shorts and gripped his hard cock. He curled his fist warmly and a little tightly around his erection and stroked John's tip with his thumb. As shy as Gale could be here and there, he had quickly learned how to shut John up.

"You're already wet," Gale noted with satisfaction, rubbing his slightly damp thumb over the tip of John's cock again.

"Hmmm," Bucky grumbled and now also took hold of the hem of Gale's top. He gathered the fabric in his fist and pushed it higher and higher until it finally landed on the floor. "Just for you."

Then John's fingers also fiddled with Gale's belt. Before he could open it, however, Gale shook his head noticeably and muttered, "Stop, wait...just for a second!"

Bucky paused and looked at him, "What? Why?"

"I want to try something first and if you start to undo my pants now, I won't be able to do it."

John nodded slightly and swallowed hard as Gale slowly began to pump him steadily and firmly. Gale's fist moved up and down and John began to sweat, burying his face in Gale's neck again. But this time he didn't breathe kisses against the skin there, just breathed warm and heavy against Buck's skin with his mouth open.

Gale smiled, even if John couldn't see it at that moment. John wrapped both of his arms around Gale's naked torso and drew trueless patterns on the warm skin. He explored every inch of exposed skin, memorizing every rise and fall and twitch of Gale's muscles, while Bukc continued to cup him with his hand and pump lazily up and down.

"Faster baby," John asked in a raspy voice, and the next moment Buck sped up a little, twisting his fist a little each time he moved his hand down. Bucky's hips jerked again and he tensed slightly, pressing his fingers into Gale's pronounced back muscles and tracing the contours of his shoulder blades. "You're doing so good", John praised him. "You're making me crazy."

"Good," Gale muttered and laughed lightly. He stroked his free hand over Bucky's bare chest and then over his ribcage. He left goose bumps with his fingers and then pushed half a step forward, forcing John to move backwards and sit on the cot. Gale followed seamlessly, leaning down towards him - still with one hand wrapped around his cock. The other hand moved to the back of John's neck and when their lips met, John greedily sucked in Gale's taste and smell. Then Gale slowly broke off the kiss and instead ran his lips over John's chin, then down his neck to his chest, where he licked over a nipple. His hands brushed down the side of Bucky's ribcage to his hips, where he grabbed the hem of his black boxers and pulled the fabric down. John was now completely naked, while Gale was still almost fully clothed.

Normally it was the other way around. Gale was naked first and then John. But today Buck felt the urge to touch and explore Jogn first. To distract his thoughts and focus on something other than flying and all this B17. Out of the corner of his eye, Gale watched Bucky drop back onto the mattress, half propping himself up on his elbows. His chest heaved with long, quick breaths, and as Gale pressed his half-open mouth to John's upper abs, slowly bending his knees and Bucky realized what Gale was up to, his eyes closed and he put his head back.

"Gale...darling...," John mumbled. He frowned slightly, squinting his eyes as he bent one arm and slipped it between the pillow and the back of his head. The other hand searched for Gale and when he touched first his upper arm, then his shoulder and finally his chin, Buck paused. He waited, breathing heavily. His heart was beating up to his neck with excitement and arousal. "You don't have to..."

"But I want to, John," Gale contradicted him, now kneeling fully in front of John. The hard, cool floor sent shivers down Gale's heated body as his knees hit softly. Despite the thick fabric of his pants, the pleasant chill crept up his knees and thighs. He ran both his hands over Bucky's bare thighs and felt the muscular twitch of individual muscles. The pleasurable tension flowing through John's body transferred to Gale and he slid further up. One of his palms dug into the curve of John's hip, the other cupped another hard, beautiful cock. Suddenly his lips were dry as dust and he blinked down at John's erection and his hand. "Go ahead, baby. I'll guide you.

Buck nodded slightly and stroked his thumb over the red, slightly damp tip once more and before he knew it, he was lifting his thumb to his lips and licking it. A slightly salty, masculine taste escaped his tongue and he closed his eyes slightly as John's heavy breathing and husky moans hummed in his ears. "Fuck, you really want to kill me, don't you?" he murmured hoarsely.

"No, not really," Gale grinned slightly and it encouraged John to be so aroused. He closed his hand around his erection again and then leaned forward. He opened his mouth and licked the tip with his tongue first. More slightly salty drops wetted his tongue and the next moment Gale curved his lips all the way around Bucky's cock. Carefully he began to lower his head and later raise it again. Meanwhile, he kept up a steady, slow rhythm with his hand, driving John insane. "Gale," John moaned. "Damn it! That's so good," he whispered. "Keep going, darling."

As Gale got used to the full feeling, he got a little faster and took John in a little deeper. He accelerated the pumping movements of his hand a little and again he turned his wrist a little. Knowing that John liked it like this - a little messy, a little tight and wet - but most of all knowing that it was Gale touching him.

"Are you sure you've never done this before?", John joked breathlessly. Buck watched with pride as John breathed heavily. He pressed his fingers a little more into the soft, firm skin over John's hip bones and then moved down to his thigh, where he applied a little pressure. Again he felt the pulsing play of Bucky's muscles under his fingers. He hummed softly, making John gasp and curse, "You're doing so damn good!"

Gale lifted his head, took a deep breath and licked over the swollen, red tip again - this time more boldly and courageously - and sucked lightly on it, causing Bucky to squint hard and lift his hips. He thrust his hips upwards with such a jerk, forcing his cock between Gale's lips, making him cough slightly. "Sorry!" John grumbled and gritted his teeth. "I didn't mean to..."

Gale lifted his head again and slid his hand up from the root to the tip and then back down again as he mumbled in a raspy voice, "It's okay. You can help me out a bit."

John propped himself up on his elbows again and stretched out an arm. He traced the curve of Gale's lower lip with his thumb and then stroked his cheek until he dug his fingers into his blond, unruly hair. Fluttering, Buck closed his eyes and savored the feel of John's fingers in his hair. The hot tingling sensation that rose in his chest and spread throughout his body within seconds aroused him further. He was hard himself and he could feel the sensitive tip of his cock rubbing against the fabric of his shorts with every move he made, dampening the material slightly.

"Yeah, okay." Bucky licked his lips, following Gale's every move as he brought his mouth back to his cock. This time he helped Buck find a steady rhythm, directing him with one hand in his blond hair and setting the pace. Gale pumped the lower part of his cock with his hand to help. At the same time, his fist served as a blockade so that John couldn't push him down too deep. "Just like that!" John encouraged him and Gale sucked in a little air, creating a tiny vacuum and licking over the tip with his tongue at the same time. John's hips jerked upwards again. But this time Gale was ready for it and lifted his head slightly so that he didn't go too deep into his mouth. Nevertheless, he gasped and gagged slightly. John's fingers tightened in his hair and his pronounced thigh muscles also twitched.

"I won't last much longer," John warned him. Gale hummed again, sending shivers through the center of Bucky's body. He sped up his hand and head movements once more, sucking harder and letting John direct him. Even though it was a little too deep at times, Gale continued to suck through his nose, allowing Bucky to follow his own lust and chase the tingling climax. With his free hand, he gripped John's thigh tighter and opened his mouth a little wider as Bucky began to thrust his hips upwards erratically.

"If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you should stop."

Let go, please. Go wild, baby. I want to taste you, Gale thought. John's pulse raced under Gale's fingers and he pushed even closer to him instead of keeping his distance. He intensified his movements and when John gasped darkly and harshly, whispering his name over and over, Gale knew he was close. Another pumping up and down motion, another light sucking and dancing of the tip of his tongue and Bucky tensed beneath him. All his muscles tensed, and Gale could almost feel the heat rushing through John's entire body. There was a crackle in the air between them, and when Buck blinked up at Bucky briefly, he memorized every detail. John lying there, tense, eyes closed, chest slightly shiny and lips swollen and red, giving in to his desire was beautiful. John's hips jerked once more and the next moment Gale tasted salty, slightly bitter release on his tongue.

"Gale," Bucky gasped, licking his lips. With his hand still in his blond hair, he pressed Buck down a little longer, savoring the aftermath of his climax. Only when the tingling that shot through his veins slowed did his grip loosen and Gale lifted his head. He swallowed and licked John's sensitive tip once more. Moving his hand up and down a few more times, he slowed and loosened his grip until he opened his fist and let his hand brush over John's abs. Gale's legs spasmed a little and trembled as he slowly stood up and then lay down next to Bucky. His heart raced and his fingers trembled a little too as the adrenaline wore off a little.

The next moment he felt the mattress next to him move and John leaned over him. He opened his eyes and Bucky grinned at him, slightly drunk. Then he curved a hand around Buck's chin and neck and leaned forward. John kissed him and as their breath mingled, John tasted his own slightly salty release. He slid his body over Gale's and pressed his chest against his. With his other hand, he traveled down his stomach over Gale's chest and rubbed his palm over his hard, covered cock. "That was amazing. Where did you learn that?" Bucky breathed with a grin, kissing his chin down to his cheek and the shell of his ear. He gently bit into the shell of Gale's ear and he automatically spread his legs and wrapped his arms around John's naked torso.

"I don't know what exactly you mean?"

"Well, the way you sucked me off...those circles with your tongue...fuck baby."

Buck chuckled and groaned softly the next second as John somewhat awkwardly undid his belt with one hand, undid the button on his pants and pulled down the zipper. Gale stroked his hands down John's back to his ass and pressed his hips against his own. He hummed and smiled as Bucky kissed him again.

"The circle with my tongue?" Gale breathed questioningly. "I don't know, I just did it," he laughed as John buried his face in Gale's neck and his beard tickled him.

"Don't forget that!" Bucky teased him. "I'm going to ask you to do that again." Gale hummed in agreement and then helped John take off his pants and boxers. As soon as the fabric was gone, John closed his hand around Gale's with a confident naturalness that made him gasp.

"Already hard and wet for my, huh," John teased him and began directly with brisk, firm pumping strokes. "You did so good for me! Now it's my turn to get you off", he added and Gale pulled him in for another kiss.

"John," he sighed excitedly, lifting his hips. Hoping Bucky understood his restlessness and his urge for more, he slid both hands over John's back and placed his palms on his hips.

Bucky finished his kiss trail and smirked. "So sensitive", he added with dark glinted eyes.

Gale begged: "Please a little more, John."

Bucky quickened the rhythm of his hand, and when he tightened his fingertip grip slightly, Gale moaned. 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 mouth again. "I've never seen anything more beautiful. Let me hear it, Buck," he demanded, moving his hand with more pressure and stroking the tip of Gale's cock repeatedly. Buck wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned his forehead against his own. Again and again, John breathed kisses on Gale's chin and cheek, and the corner of his mouth. He drove Buck on and on, and as his body began to tense in joyful anticipation, John sped up the movements of his hand once more.

Then Bucky drove him over the magical cliff and Gale suddenly became very still, tensed up and opened his lips slightly. He whispered John's name, so hot and somehow fearful that Bucky's heart almost stopped. "John..." Gale breathed. 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 again, his body shattering into a thousand pieces and Bucky was in the middle of it. John felt a warm, slightly sticky liquid on his fist and pumped up and down a few more times, prolonging Buck's climax and then leaning down, pecking at his lips. "Good boy."

Few 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. "Thank you," he murmured. "Being my safety place in all the chaos."

"Sure thing", Bucky traced the curve of Gale's lower lip and smiled. "I got your back, always and forever."

Buck immediately ran his hands up and down Buck's sides before placing his hands on his cheeks. He leaned in and kissed him again. Gently this time and slower. "I really like you", Gale added with a low voice.

Bucky smiled softly: "I know. I really like you too. Feeling better now?"

His blue eyes glowed and for a few moments Gale felt as if he were looking into endless oceans. He smiled gently and then murmured, nodding his head, "Yeah."

"Good. Get some sleep then. I'm still here when you'll wake up again." John kissed him again, licking over his bottom lip before curling up next to him. He pulled the covers over Gale before getting up himself and cleaning his hands with an old towel. Then he snuggled up to Gale under the covers and wrapped his arms around him. So while John lay there with Gale in his arms, slowly drifting off to sleep, he thought about Monday himself and about burning airplanes falling from the sky.

He blinked down at Gale and brushed a few tangled strands of hair from his forehead. His chest constricted suddenly and he realized how much Gale really meant to him, and that it would probably kill him if Buck was on a burning plane somewhere and crashed. John was sure of one thing: as long as they were together, nothing could harm them. Not even burning planes in the sky or jumps without a parachute.

Hey FELLAS ❤️,

another pre-war and steamy one shot about our favourite Majors! I really enjoyed writing this pre-war one shot. I think it starts and ends very cute + there was some smut for all my dirty little sweethearts as well, haha!

Enjoy reading!

xoxo callumsgirl

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