Stucky/Evanstan oneshots

Care (Stucky: Preserum)

"Ouch." The blond winced at the sting on his cheek, easing away from it slightly.

"Sorry." Bucky hushed from the coffee table in front of the couch Steve was seated on as he dabbed at the boy's wounds with a cotton ball.

Steve fanned away the apology with his small cold hand and furrowed his brows a bit, biting at his lip and closing his eyes as he tried to stop the wincing. He didn't want to make his friend feel bad. He was the only one that cared enough to rip him from one of his often occuring fights, Steve was pretty sure he'd still be laying unconscious in some random alleyway if Bucky hadn't found him this time.

He felt the soft but harsh cotton pull away from his bruised delicate skin, a pad of a thumb replacing it ever so smoothly.

"Gosh Stevie, you gotta stop being so careless with your health." Buck breathed out with a sigh, his hand remaining on the curve of Steve's soft face. The point made Steve's eyes open to face deep blue and worried ones.

"Buck, I-" he stopped. What was he meant to say, what was his excuse for being so hot headed this time. Steve let out a sigh, his eyes darting away from the contact he once held with Bucky's beautiful eyes.
"I- I'm sorry." He mumbled shortly, gazing down at the bruise that slowly formed on the back of his hand.

"It's alright buddy, I just want you to be safe." Bucky grinned, looking deeply at the boy even if the blond wasn't returning the gesture. Steve felt oddly comfortable under the brunet's gaze, he didn't know why but it was almost like Bucky was his safe place. Thinking about it now, he realised that he always went to Bucky when something was wrong. He always went to Bucky when things were going well. Even when he was having a very ordinary day, he still went to bucky. He was just always with Bucky.

"Steve you're bleeding." Without knowing, Steve was nibbling away at his bottom lip, turning it to a strong cherry red.

"Oh uh-" The blond lifted his hand to wipe his mouth but was cut of by a warm touch to his chin. Steve's eyes shifted to find Bucky's, his sky blue pair meeting the brunet's deep blue soon after.

Steve couldn't help but stare in awe, he had never realise how amazing Bucky's eyes were, they were the brightest, most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, though he was disappointed to say Bucky looked away to the blond's lips, his thumb delicately flicking over the small boy's mouth to wipe away the blood, catching him off guard. Then Steve realised how close they actually were, maybe a few inches between them, if not smaller.

"There you go punk." Bucky gauked with a smirk pasting itself onto his face as he looked back into Steve's wonderful eyes and for some reason, the gesture forced heat to Steve's cheeks, he was a tomato.

"Thanks... Jerk." He whispered just above a mumble as he started to fidget with the hem of his shirt, looking down in embarrassment.

The brunet stared at the boy, trying to figure out what was going on in his busy little brain but when Steve looked back up, something was different in his eyes. There was something longing, something he couldn't put a finger on. He felt as Steve placed his frail, shaking hand on his cheek and he watched as a small smile grew on the boy's face.

"Bucky, I need to tell you something." Bucky nodded, telling him to go on.

"Please promise not to ditch me after i tell you." He pleaded with puppy eyes, lips turning to a pout. Bucky had never seen Steve like this, he was used to the independent and stubborn  'you-can-go-I'm-fine' Steve, so it must have been something pretty serious.

"Why would i eve-"

Bucky felt warmth on his lips, something tasted like plums. And then he realised plum sweet lips melting into his, filled to the brim with love and sugary tenderness. Steve had kissed him.

The blond pulled back, face heated, flushed with blood even. On the other hand, Bucky was sitting there with twinkles in his eyes, a genuine smile smothering its way onto his freshly kissed lips as he gazed into the nowhere of his fantasies coming to life. Though, that kiss was definitely no way near enough for his needs, especially now as he had been given a mere tip of what he wanted with Steve.

So he pulled Steve back in, careful not to worsen his injuries, and slowly slotted their lips together, their heads slanted slightly. He settled his hands on either side of the smaller's face as he felt Steve's hands tracing towards his hair, entangling themselves slightly in thick brown locks. He didn't care if it messed up his hair, he cared for Steve and Steve only.

Now confident, Bucky deepened the kiss, allowing his tongue to taste all the buttery sweets of the blond's mouth, flowers blooming in the dark of Bucky's closed eyes. Their mouths fixed against eachother. Their tongues wrestling in the warmth of their mouths. Of course Bucky had kissed and made out with plenty of girls, and Steve, maybe a few but they both knew that this was a very different experience and it was the only experience they had been longing for, for a while now. Finally, Bucky understood the look in Steve's eyes, it was longing, tender affection. It was love. Steve wanted to kiss Bucky forever, to lose himself in the feeling of the other but unfortunately he needed to breathe --asthma's a bitch-- so he had to pull away, a long string of saliva connecting their wet and abused mouths. They both panted heavily, regaining their dignities, eyes locked the whole time.

"Bucky, I-"

"You love me." He simply finished the boy's sentence with a smirk as he watched Steve's face tint into a deep shade of red.

"Well I uh I-" Steve peered down at his legs in embarrassment, removing his hands from Bucky and playing with his fingers. What was he thinking, there's no way bucky felt the same. He was such a perfect guy, a gentleman, he was handsome, nice, smart, god he was even strong, a soldier even. All the girls wanted him. And Steve, what was he? A skinny, short, blond kid that got beat up day after day just because he couldn't control his raging hate for bullies. There's no way anyone would like him, all the girls frowned upon him, nevermind Bucky. Bucky probably hated him now. He was gonna be all alone again, I mean even the world would hate him, he was gay, for crying out loud. Steve shriveled up inside.

The brunet watched as Steve hunched over slightly. Was something wrong? He mentally punched himself. Of course there was something wrong, he left the poor boy hanging. What if he thinks he doesn't like him anymore? What if he's already changed his mind? Bucky slowly positioned one of his hands on Steve's cold ones, his other hand still cupping the blond's now shimmering complex as the sun shone through the crack of the blinds.

"A-and I love you too." He softly spoke, hands tightening around Steve's. Without a doubt, the blond felt much better, his back straightening out a bit and his head hanging slightly higher. Soon enough, Steve gazed through the thick of his lengthy eyelashes with confusion written on his face.

"You what?" He seemed doubtful and it broke Bucky's heart, how badly did the boy think of himself to think that Bucky of all people, didn't love him?

"Yeah stevie." The brunet whispered.

"I-" Bucky slowly brought Steve's hand up to his cherry red lips while he stared into the blond's pair and gave his knuckle a loving peck.

"Love-" Another peck lined the next reddened knuckle.

"You-" The last kiss was much longer and was instead placed on the back of his hand, Steve noticed how Bucky closed his eyes when his soft lips gently met his bony hand. Was he being serious? When Bucky looked back up to meet himself with a glowing grin on Steve's face, he let out a chuckled sigh, letting himself smile too.

"You're so damn cute." Bucky thought out loud earning an open eyed, flushed Steve. To be honest, he wasn't meant to say it out loud, but it was worth the reaction. He giggled to himself.
"C'mere ya little punk." The lovestruck brunet gritted as he carefully pushed his fingers up the curves of Steve's face, pulling their foreheads together. Steve thought it was nice, just the two of them enjoying eachother's presence, it made his chest warm and his heart beat fast. They didn't care if the world wouldn't accept them, they just wanted to be in eachother's arms, giving the love they had been holding in for years. So they stayed there, sharing warmth in the husky morning.

"I love you, jerk."

"I love you more."