Holding you up to the sun
(9178 words) by actonbell
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
, Marvel (Comics)
, Captain America (Movies)
, Captain America (Comics)
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Steve Rogers's Birthday, Belated Steve Birthday fic, Bucky Barnes's Metal Arm, Fisting, Anal Fisting, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Porn with Feelings, Hand Jobs, hand kissing
"Didn't you ever think about -- "
"Putting the fist of HYDRA up Captain America's ass? No, I can honestly say I never thought -- "
"Not that, Jesus Christ....Didn't you ever -- you know, try jerking yourself off with it? Fingering yoursel....?"
"Maybe, once or twice!" Bucky snapped, exasperated. "Sure! Like I told you, it's cold, it's metal, I have bad memories of strangling people with it. Kind of kills the mood." His smile was sharp and ugly.
Steve reached out with his left hand and traced the raised seam again, so gently he could barely feel the brutal join between flesh and metal. "Let's make some good ones, then. Please."
Bucky shut his eyes tight and shook his head. "You're fucking corny, Rogers. You know that? You were corny in 1933 and 1943 and you're corny now."
"That doesn't sound like a no," Steve said, hope springing up inside despite him fighting it, something painful.
"No, it's not a no. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. When have I ever said no to you?"
"You told me not to go to war," Steve said.
The title is from the Doomtree song "Heavy Rescue,"
which was almost the title, but I wanted something more upbeat.They tried to attack you
They tried too late
We’re waiting on the storm to hide the wake
Bringing you up to the surface
Dragging you up to the shore
Holding you up to the sun like "Is this yours?"
Dessa's verse was almost the epigraph:Whitecaps break above us but at the bottom it stays calm
Just the rising tides can touch us
Just lift you up and set you down
But danger is as danger does
There’s a motor in the water and it’s coming for us
And I can smell the gasoline, smell the rust
But I can’t move fast enough away
Break, make for the deep end
Don’t wait for me
Cause I’ll be damned if they get another
Just to catch and
Catch and release
That seems a little more CA:CW to me, though, and this is definitely a TWS fic.
No idea where this came from really. Well, I wanted to write birthday fic for Steve. Happy birthday Steve! Now I'm going to bed. I went over it with two spellcheck programs (bah) and proofread it but if there are any errors/typos feel free to let me know, I loathe those things. I also feel like I'm leaving out some tags, but couldn't think which. "Metal arm kink"? "Steve Rogers is a kinky bastard"?