Loving you means loving myself - Chapter 1
AN: Here is my first offering for Hot Bucky Summer, organised by @buckybarnesevents. I will be completing the first three weekly prompts with a little three chapter story.
For the Week One prompt “What should I wear?”, I have chosen Lingerie.
Thank you to @cableknitsweater for cheer-reading and @linnahiell for beta-ing
Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Summary: After a tough week, Bucky prepares for Friday night with his partner, Steve.
Relationship: Beefy Bucky x Small Steve
Word Count: 1.8k
CW: Indulgent fluff, implied sexual content, domestic Bucky, Bucky accepting himself, small amount of feminisation, small amount of dirty talk, light D/S tones, everything is soft and nothing hurts
It had been a stressful day; a stressful week, even and Bucky had barely seen Steve in between the pull of both their jobs. He knew that his partner would be feeling the same frustration, but now it was Friday night. Their night. A night for reconnection, as well as for decadent pleasure.
Just the thought of it made Bucky shiver with anticipation. He wondered what Steve would have in store for him? Would Steve tie him up? Use him like a toy to slake his own lusts? Or would he treat Bucky sweetly, wringing orgasm after orgasm from him, before finally succumbing to the pleasure himself? Both sounded like equally good options to Bucky.
Although neither had had to go away on business this week, they’d both been so busy that apart from some cuddles, a few make-out sessions and one quickie in the shower mid-week, they hadn’t had much time, or energy, for sexual intimacy. Yes, sex wasn’t the be all and end all of a relationship, but it was an important part of theirs.
Which meant it had been a full working week since they’d been able to fully indulge. Five days of subsisting on teasing touches and heated looks. One hundred and twenty hours filled with decadent thoughts of how Steve would go about taking him apart and putting him back together again, being remade himself in the process. However, before it was time for the main event, Bucky had some preparations to make.
He was home first today, so as well as getting himself ready, it was his turn to organise dinner and sort out the bedroom. Bucky turned the oven on to heat, and then went to tackle the bedroom. He stripped the bed and carefully remade it, with Steve’s favourite set. Crisp white sheets and a coverlet with accents of red and blue on it. He folded the coverlet down to the base of the mattress and got out their ‘play’ blanket - a fluid proof, soft, lilac mat, which covered the entire bed, and made for an easier clean-up at the end of their night. No-one wanted to come out of a post-coital haze just to change the bedsheets again.
He smoothed the blanket out over the bed, tweaking the corners to ensure it lay perfectly flat - he didn’t want any annoying folds or creases under him later. Next he set out the candles along the flat surfaces, and dug out the lighter - he would light them later at a more sensible moment, but having it all ready, gave him a sense of calm.
Next it was back to the kitchen. He’d decided to make lasagne, because then he could get ready while it was in the oven, and it would be the work of a matter of minutes to prepare the salad to go with it and toast the ciabatta. Bucky hummed to himself as browned off the onions, garlic and ground beef, and whipped up a white sauce. He added tomatoes and seasoning to the beef, and at the last moment decided to add some chopped mushrooms. Steve liked mushrooms.
He layered it all up, adding a hearty sprinkling of cheese over the top, and then popped it in the oven. He now had about 40 minutes to get himself ready. First stop, a shower.
He stripped out of his workwear, and it felt cathartic, as though he was taking off the old Bucky before making himself anew. He carried them through to the bathroom, placing them in the laundry hamper before turning on the shower.
Oh, how he loved this shower. It had definitely been worth the money he and Steve had spent on it when they’d renovated the bathroom. He stepped in, letting the water flow over his body for a few moments, basking as the heat suffused his entire being, but he couldn’t linger for too long - he had a timetable to keep. He reached for his shampoo, inhaling the scent of jasmine from the bottle before he lathered up his hair and piled it on top of his head.
Next it was hair removal, but luckily he’d had a wax a few days ago, so really, all he had to do was look for strays and exfoliate. He rinsed the shampoo from his hair and applied conditioner, finger combing his hair to make sure all of the ends were coated. His light curls were prone to split ends if he didn’t treat his hair right. The next course of action was the ‘all over’ scrub and clean, while trying to ignore his cock, that was starting to wake up between his legs. His brain only had to start thinking of how Steve might touch him, and the bloody thing would perk up with interest. He willed it to behave, but that was difficult when he started to clean up between his ass cheeks, and by the time he stepped out of the shower he had a raging hard-on.
With a sigh, and a promise to himself to pay a certain part of his body no more mind for at least the next ten minutes, Bucky briskly towelled himself dry and sat down at the dressing table so he could apply his favourite lavender body lotion, smoothing and softening his skin, as well as lightly scenting him. He’d worked hard for this body and was determined to treat it well.
He swept his hands up and down his legs, over his defined calves and his muscular thighs. Steve loved his thighs, loved how they got wrapped around him, and how beautifully they marked when the mood took them both. Next he added a thin layer of moisturiser to his ass - obviously Steve loved that - coated his arms and then worked up his abdomen and chest, or tits, as Steve called them.
Look at these perfect tits, baby. Could spend hours worshipping them, playing with them. One day I’m gonna see if you can cum, just from me touching them, sucking on them. I think you could…
Shaking off the thought, Bucky wiped his hands on the towel and opened the drawer to get out his hair dryer, hair protection spray and round brush. Sectioning off his hair, he turned the dryer on low and began the process of drying his shoulder length. chestnut locks, using the brush to create loose waves so that his hair tumbled artfully around his face.
When he’d been younger, people had mocked him for his long hair, calling him a girl. He hadn’t cared. He loved his hair, loved how pretty and delicate having it like this made him feel, despite his height and build. Then, when he’d met Steve, the older man had been unashamed in stating how much he liked it. He loved to tangle his hands in it when he kissed Bucky, loved to put it in a ponytail and use it to control Bucky when having his cock sucked, and he loved to brush it out, with Bucky sitting between his knees, as a sign of his love and adoration for his younger lover.
Hair finished, and with a frivolous swish and smile in the mirror, Bucky added a dab of concealer, a quick dusting of foundation and a slick of eye-liner. Nothing too much, but enough to give him a little confidence boost. There was nothing wrong in wanting to feel his best. Now to get dressed.
From the back of the closet Bucky pulled out a bag. Work might have been a nightmare this week, but his lunch hours belonged to him, and he’d been able to indulge in some retail therapy with tonight in mind.
First out of the bag was the piece de la resistance of his shopping trip - his new lingerie. Having unfolded the tissue paper the store clerk had lovingly wrapped it in, Bucky trailed his fingers over the lilac lace.
Due to the rest of his outfit, he’d decided not to purchase the matching garter belt, but, depending on how Steve liked this set, he might be tempted to go back to the store and get it. For now, however, he carefully slipped on the matching panties and bralette. He did it slowly, reverently, wanting to enjoy the sensation of the garments sliding over his skin, the juxtaposition of such delicate fabric encasing a body like his.
His cock, which had settled down as he’d done his hair and make-up, started to perk up again, but this time Bucky allowed himself to enjoy the sensations as the lace caressed his skin. He imagined how Steve’s hands would roam over it, making him feel small and fragile. Bucky’s eyes closed as the images took over his mind, only breaking out of his self-imposed erotic spell when he let out a little whimper.
With a shake of his head, he pulled the rest of his outfit out of the bag. Dark lavender silk pooled over the dressing table; a pair of wide legged, lounging trousers and a sleeveless top with a v-neck. As with his underwear, Bucky allowed himself a few moments to enjoy the feel of the indulgent material as it slipped between his fingers, before sliding it over his body.
In some respects this was his favourite part of his and Steve’s date evenings - the build up, the anticipation. This time, where it was just him, where he could indulge himself, mind, body and soul and be the Bucky he was inside, and not the carefully created facade society expected him to be based on his outward appearance.
Ding!
Bucky’s phone alarm went off, signalling that the lasagne was now cooked. He smiled to himself, a little self-congratulation at his timing skills, as he got up and padded back through to the kitchen.
With an apron covering his precious outfit, Bucky turned off the oven, - dinner would keep beautifully warm for the next 10-15 minutes in there - opened and decanted a bottle of Steve’s favourite Chateau Neuf, and got out the vegetables to put together a little garden salad for the side. Everything was ready. Now all he had to do was wait.
Unfortunately this was not his forte.
Removing and hanging his apron back up, Bucky checked his phone, pulling up the ‘Find my phone app’ so he could see how close to home Steve was. As the little green dot pulsed on the screen, Bucky felt an echoing pulse of excitement in his blood.
Steve was only a block away.
With a lack of grace he was glad that Steve couldn’t see, Bucky ducked back into the bedroom and put his phone away - he wouldn’t need it for the rest of the evening and wanted nothing that would distract him from Steve, if that were at all possible. Then he returned to the main room and knelt down on the soft rug, about 10ft from the door. He rested his weight back on his heels, placed his hands on his thighs, lifted his head and waited.
Chapter 2
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