OH! I'll happily take #11 Shuddering Gasp…

OH! I'll happily take #11 Shuddering Gasp with Bucky. Pretty please?

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                               #11, WinterHawk 

They knew they shouldn’t do that. But nevertheless, here they were, under the bleachers. It was here where they talked the first time. Bucky used to sit here because he hated the school until he met Clint Barton. Here Clint had started to talk to him, to come to him and eat with him at recess and eventually he introduced him to his friends. And only a few weeks later they were officially together. Steve was pleased with him. He had worried Bucky wouldn’t acclimate here after moving in with Steve’s family.

But here he was, in his new school, with his new boyfriend under the bleachers. Clint had had training and he was the last one left when Bucky came to see him.

“Hey,” he had said when Clint had seen him but before they could talk much Clint had grabbed his hand and dragged him under the bleachers. “Wha…” he had started but got effectively shut up with a kiss.

Clint’s lips were soft and Bucky always loved how they felt, especially on his own. His hands on the other hand were rough, his fingertips calloused from drawing the bowstring. He was ambidextrous and had calluses on both hands. But Bucky loved the feeling of Clint’s fingers on his skin. He gently stroked up and down Bucky’s back, his ribs under his shirt and Bucky moaned in his mouth. Clint chuckled, but when Bucky let his own hand glide under his shirt he shuddered slightly and his laugh ended in a groan.

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed and pressed his body close to Clint’s, his leg slid between his legs. Clint bit his lip and moaned.

“God, you’re killing me,” he whispered but didn’t stop touching Bucky, he groped his ass through his jeans while Bucky still moved his leg between Clint’s legs.

“Shit,” Bucky hissed when Clint nibbled his earlobe, one of his sensitive spots. His dick hardened immediately in his pants and Clint groaned again. Bucky reached around him, opened his pants and Clint’s erection almost sprang in his hand.

“Oh fuck!” Clint groaned. He pressed his body against Bucky’s even more when he started to move his hand over his boxers, along his hard length. “Fuck!” His voice quivered and now it was Bucky, who chuckled. It didn’t take much more, just a few strokes and Clint came in his hand, warm wetness coated his fingers and he shuddered. Bucky just held him, let him ride out the aftershocks of his orgasm and just lightly stroked Clint’s back.

But then, with a grin on his lips, Clint closed his pants and slid to his knees. Bucky’s mouth went dry when he reached for his fly and opened it. And only a few seconds later Clint’s mouth was wrapped around his hard cock.

“Shiiiit,” he drawled and stroked Clint’s head. It was awesome, warm and moist, the friction from his tongue was amazing and his hands on his balls were incredible. He reached back to hold himself upright because Clint was not only talented with a bow. “I’m close,” he warned a few moments later but Clint only grinned around his dick and kept sucking. Bucky shuddered and then he squeezed his eyes shut and came with a hoarse scream. “I love you!”

Clint sucked him dry, licked off every single drop before he tucked him back in his pants and rose in a fluid motion. He smirked and wrapped his arms around him, kissed him and Bucky could taste his own come on Clint’s lips.

“I love you, too, Buck-man.”

Winterhawk, please? Where Clint is due to HYDR…

Winterhawk, please? Where Clint is due to HYDRA/Loki/smb else get wings. Thank you for this!

“We have him,” Steve said. Bucky, who was their eye in the sky as Tony had called it, sighed relieved.

“How is he?” Bucky asked and then he frowned. Steve was quiet for a very long moment.

“You… uh… you should see it yourself,” he said.

“Can I come down?” he asked and Tony confirmed it. They had taken out all the AIM guards and only the scientists were still here but the Avengers had arrested them and SHIELD agents were here already to lock them up.

“You definitely should come down,” Sam said and somehow he sounded amused. Someone said something in the background but Bucky couldn’t understand it. He was worried and as fast as possible he hurried to the edge of the building where Tony waited for him. He helped him off of the building and Bucky turned around, handed him the rifle and started to walk. And then to walk faster. And then to run until he was in the building.

Natasha was in the entrance hall, aiming her gun at a few of the AIM guards who were still alive.

“They’re in the basement but… Bucky…” she said, stopped herself and then looked away for a second.

“What, Nat! What!” He said but she just shook her head, gestured at the elevator and Bucky hurried up even more. Inside the elevator he cursed the car for being so slow and he sighed relieved when the doors went open.

“Buck!” Steve called and he saw an open door down the corridor but when he wanted to enter it Steve  came out and stopped him.

“Buck,” he said and lowered his voice, his hand on Bucky’s chest. “There’s something…”

“Is he injured? Is he…” he swallowed hard, “Is he dead?”

“No, that’s… that’s not it…” Steve looked over his shoulder for a moment and then he took a deep breath and nodded at someone inside of the room. And stepped aside.

Bucky made a step forward and turned… and paled. There he was. His Clint. He wore only sweats, his wrists were abraded but otherwise he looked like usual… aside from two huge, brown wings sprouting out of his back. He looked down and shuffled his feet.

“Oh my god!” Bucky blurted. Clint shifted from one foot to the other and didn’t dare to look up, only the feathers of his wings rustled quietly.

“I…” he started, stopped and licked his lips. “I can understand…”

“Clint!” Bucky said and went over to him, wrapped both his arms around him and pressed him close to himself. “You’re alive!”

He accidentally touched the wings and Clint moved a bit but Bucky just held him. They felt soft under his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” Clint whispered and Bucky looked up.

“What for?” he asked and frowned. Clint still didn’t move, he just looked at his feet.

“If you… If you…” he tried and a likcked his lips. “I can understand if you…”

“Clint,” Bucky moved and put a finger under his chin. “I’m not gonna leave you, okay?”

“But…” he started again but Bucky shook his head.

“I’m not gonna leave you,” he repeated. “Only if you want me to.”

“No, I…” Clint said and Bucky saw tears well up in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around him again and this time Clint hugged him back.

“We’re in this together, remember? You and me against the world and whatever happens now, I’m with you.”

“I love you,” he whispered quietly but Bucky had heard it. He kissed his temple and stroked his back a bit.

“I love you, too.”

myephemeral-love: The Lucky One  –  MASTER PO…

myephemeral-love:

The Lucky One  –  MASTER POST

This year for the @capreversebb I teamed up with @cleo4u2 !! She drew this lovely piece of artwork, and to go along with I wrote this The Lucky One ! 

The Lucky One: teen and up, no archive warnings apply, a Winterhawk focused fic with some Stucky and Winterhawk/Stucky. Words: 5011

“Bucky has a crush on Clint, and Steve urges him to go for it“