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Opening Test Drive Meme

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Welcome to the first Test Drive for The Revival Project!

For those who do not know, this game is a spin-off from The Drift Fleet game, which is shortly closing. For more information about what this game is about, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

The TDM for the first round of applications is NOT required but is highly recommended. Really this is to see the interest level in the game as well as to have everyone interact on the new planet and with the new experiences offered here. There will be a post in the TDM where questions can be asked regarding the prompts/settings. We're keeping this loose though so go ahead and have fun with it. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level so we know. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! The only option not allowed is to completely restart your character (because then it's not DFAU, is it?)

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

*ATTENTION! RESERVES ARE NOW OPEN!*
*ATTENTION! APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN!*
*GAME OPENS AUGUST 19th!*

WHALE COMB PARTY

In the square near your arrival point, one building seems to be in fairly good repair. It’s large and stark white on every wall. Unlike the other buildings, all the lights are on and the windows looking out are intact. That alone would make it remarkable but it’s hardly the most noticeable thing once you step inside the open doorway.

Hanging against one wall is a piece of fabric that has ‘WHALE COMB!’ painted on it in drippy, fluorescent pink letters. A smiley is painted underneath it right on the wall with three eyes and long fangs. The fangs drip down all the way to the floor and the eyes are just a blob of paint, but whoever left it seems to have been trying, here. ‘US THANK THEY!’ is written beside it, barely legible. On every other wall is ‘EAT’ in various sizes and colors. They thankfully don’t drip as much as the smiley since, beneath them, are tables upon tables of food.

There are meats, fruits, root vegetables, and even what might be a sweet dessert of some sort as well. Bowls are full of them, apparently a welcome dinner for the Agrii’s new heroes. At the very least it will give everyone a quick crash course on what is edible around here. But some of it might have … adverse effects:

- People chomping down on the striped meat all seem to get very drowsy a few minutes later.
- The red fruit that looks like a giant cherry is the equivalent of a few shots - the more consumed, the more drunken this party is getting.
- There is a bowl of weeds that have small, daisy-like flowers all along the stalks. This tastes like chicken and gives the eater a sudden burst of energy that will have them running around the room like they’re being chased.
-There are a collection of drinks, some made from the red fruit, some that are clearly water, some that taste like a less-sweet lemonade with no effects, and then there's a blue one that tastes like an especially dark beer. People drinking this will find themselves incapable of lying for a half hour.

Of course, no way to know any of this before you chow down. So dig in and enjoy the show!

LOST AND ALONE

They said don’t go into the forest. If the noises there weren’t deterrent enough then the thick trees and lack of paths should have been. Yes, you’ll need food. Yes, both meat and many fruits are in the forest. But maybe you should have gotten some more information before heading in.

Congratulations: you went into the forest and are now lost. You can’t hear the murmurings from town, nor can you see any of the lights that might be flickering on and off in the city. How are you going to get back into town? How do you make sure that the creatures here don’t attack you? You probably don’t have any weapons, so you’d better figure something out quick.

Or, maybe you’ll get lucky and run into another foolish person wandering around out here. Try not to attack them - unless they attack first.

MILES TO GO

The first thing every survivor needs to find is shelter. Not long after your arrival at the fountain, it’s getting darker now and, even if the night is short (you’re about to find out it’s not!), you don’t want to spend your first one out on an unfamiliar street. Distantly you can hear a sound like a wolf howling through an elephant’s trunk. It’s loud and alien. Maybe you want to find somewhere to sleep a little more quickly.

Right away there are two pretty solid options that will do nicely for the night: an abandoned hotel-like structure and some empty stores.

The hotel structure seems to be the most popular option for others. Its large, overgrown lobby leads you to the staircase and over a dozen floors of rooms in varying conditions. Despite it looking as though no one has set foot in here for decades, the stairs and floors all are secure. The rooms that have doors on them open up to dusty rooms that all have a bathroom (of sorts) attached and long, narrow bed frames. Figuring out a mattress will be a challenge but at least this is a safe place to sleep. As long as no animals laid claim to this room before you got in...

But let’s say the room in the hotel doesn’t work for you. Maybe the room is too small for you. Maybe you don’t like the stairs. Maybe you want someplace private to separate yourself from the rest of these strangers and to think quietly about what to do next. Either way, the other option is any number of abandoned stores lining the block where you arrived. The glass doors and windows of many are broken but there are just as many intact as well. The rooms are all large and empty, as whatever wares inside were either taken or dissolved over the years. There may be a counter or two that will get you off the ground, though. With all this space, you’re bound to find something to sleep on.

Unless someone else got there, first...

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"If you're asking me to strip, you coulda been more romantic about it."

He winks at Bucky and nudges him with his elbow. He knows what he really meant. Steve had snuck those pulps to read on his own and knew what was inside them. Bucky had always had the best books.

"And yeah. Yeah, no lakes." He can still remember Bucky nearly drowning in front of him. He can remember that night when they'd stayed on the floor and Bucky had woken with nightmares. It has been awful but it had also started them on the road to where they were now. But until a hospital showed up, Steve wasn't about to repeat the scene for old times sake.

"I have no idea how we got so lost. I swear we were only out here for a few minutes. This forest is insane." He sighs and continues to follow sounds. "When we get back to the city we should try to document where we were and how we got back. We'll need to know this forest for food."

Bucky grins a little, much more willing to focus on the idea of Steve with fewer clothes than the memories of nearly drowning. Not that the rest of that day had been as bad - it had actually been a pretty good one, despite everything - but he still don't thinks they need any repeats. Not of that.

"Why? It's not like you'd know how to make a strip show romantic," Bucky teases, though his attention slides back to the matter at hand soon enough. "Only if we can get back before it gets too dark. And only if we can make it back there without being the food."

Not that he has any proof that there's anything bigger than they are in these woods, but he tries to plan for the worst, just in case. "Honestly, I'm not sure I'm looking forward to finding out what's edible and what's not."

Between the two of them, they're pretty hard to poison. But they might still be miserable if they eat something they shouldn't.

Bucky spends some time glancing around, before he finally points. "I think I came from that way."

"Can it, Barnes. I could be romantic." Which is a lie but one that Steve will defend. From what he's seen of the new era, 'sexy' is just a lot of hip movement. Not all that complicated if he applied himself. If Bucky deserves it, of course. Big 'If'.

At the point, Steve starts walking forward and after a second or so can see a gash he'd hacked into a tree trunk. He can also see why he isn't able to find the others as clearly as the cut looks to be filled with a sort of sap. Like a bleeding wound.

"At least we're on the right track," he muses. Peering at the ooze, Steve sniffs and makes a baffled face.

"Do you think it's like syrup? Smells sort of like olive oil..."

Yeah, Steve - news flash, "sexy" and "romantic" aren't necessarily the same things. Still, Steve's allowed to try one or the other; Bucky's always happy to offer an opinion on his success or failure at it.

(Sometimes, having a boyfriend who's learning all this for the first time is pretty enjoyable. And sometimes, Bucky feels like he jumped right in the deep end, himself, because there's the whole thing where he, you know, has a boyfriend, and it's just as new for him as it is for Steve. Not that he can imagine anyone he'd rather figure things out together with.)

He frowns a little, stepping up to the tree to inspect the sap oozing out of it. "I dunno. Seems like it could be either - " He swipes a finger through it, though he doesn't actually taste it yet. "Well, it doesn't burn."

That's better than the alternative. It does smell like olive oil, like Steve says. Bucky cocks an eyebrow and says, "Think your serum's better at fighting off poison than mine."

Not that he wants to be responsible for poisoning his best friend. Just stating facts, here. Bucky's more easily drugged, and he can even get drunk with fast enough application of high-enough-proof alcohol. Steve, not so much on either front.

Lay off, he's trying. But he will be fine making a fool of himself with Bucky. At least when he laughs Steve can tackle him into the floor and kiss him into stopping.

But right now there's pressing concerns. Steve swipes his own finger in and sees for himself that it's not burning. It has about the same consistency as oil, too. Steve sniffs one last time before being the reckless moron he is and licking it off his finger. The taste is... interesting. And he doesn't immediately die so that is promising.

"It tastes a little like soy sauce, I think? Very salty at any rate. I'm not sure that it's meant for eating but it isn't necessarily awful." Steve looks around them and frowns a bit at the shield. Sort of like a big bowl...

"Should we take some back with us?"

Bucky would be willing to be silenced in that manner, even if he'd promise nothing about not starting up again as soon as possible, after.

For now, at least, he keeps a close eye on Steve, admittedly not entirely sure what he'd do if the guy had a bad reaction, but definitely relieved when he doesn't.

Not so excited, though, when Steve looks at the shield like that. "Not in the shield, we're not," Bucky points out, glancing around for something else they might be able to use. Leaves?

God, he feels like a city boy more than ever right now. "At least during the war, we had canteens."

"Yeah. Ones that sometimes even had water in them." Steve grins and shrugs a shoulder, figuring they can come back later with a bowl or something. See if the sap here is useful for anything. It can give Steve some time to make sure there really was no ill-effects for it as well. Probably important.

Steve moves closer and takes Bucky's hand again, squeezing it. Night wasn't going to last long but it was still coming. They had to get a move on.

"Do you remember when I took a swig off Dum-Dum's by accident? I think it was straight rubbing alcohol..."

Bucky snorts, lacing his fingers with Steve's because, "Hell yeah, I remember. God, I really wish I'd had a cellphone back then. I coulda made a picture or your face right after show up whenever you called me, how great would that have been?"

Dum Dum had been, to say the least, marginally famous for the bad, barely drinkable alcohol concoctions he'd always seemed to get ahold of - and fill his canteen with. "Morita was always swiping that shit to disinfect wounds, although I'm surprised it never killed anybody instead," Bucky points out, bumping elbows with Steve.

(And if Steve thinks Bucky isn't still paying attention to his every move for adverse effects... well, sometimes Steve's a little thick.)

"We are goin' the right way... right?"

Steve laughs, feeling good with the shared memories and the teasing. He looks over at his friend with a wide grin that's warm with the happiness he feels. He's lucky, after all. For a year he'd thought he'd lost Bucky. Thought he'd given up everything for someone and it had been all for nothing. It has been one of the worst years of his life and even now it's like a dream to have him close, again. A dream that Steve intends on making the most of, every single day.

Which...actually. That brought up a good question: why wasn't he doing so, now? Sure, they were in a strange forest, but the two of them could take on anyone. And looking at Bucky, Steve could remember all the times he'd watched his friends and wanted. He didn't need to want, anymore. Now he had him and forest or no forest, Steve felt happy and bold enough to take a detour.

"Yeah," he says, not noticing that his voice has gone a bit lower. He tugs Bucky's hand and sets down the jacket in order to wrap the other around his waist. His face is still set in a dopey smile, eyes a touch febrile but otherwise normal. Steve leans in and nuzzles his nose playfully against Bucky's.

"I think we're goin' the right way, now..."

If there is one thing that Steve Rogers can do that Bucky Barnes is not immune to, it's apparently try to put the moves on him. Because it's adorable, and maybe they're lost in the middle of a strange forest on a strange planet, but Bucky hasn't seen Steve for days and he definitely hasn't forgotten that it has been a hell of a lot longer for Steve.

So maybe it's easier than it should be, to let Steve stop their forward progress and reel him in; he laughs a little doing his best to focus on Steve's eyes, bright though they are, from so close to his face. "Are we," he murmurs, because, "That is a terrible line, Rogers."

It doesn't stop Bucky from exhaling slowly against Steve's lips, and leaning in for just - at least - one kiss. It feels like a dream, too, to Bucky - just when he'd started to resign himself to being trapped here alone, Steve had shown up, and Bucky never wants to take the guy for granted again.

The kiss feels good. It feels really good. Half, probably, because Steve is treasuring every single kiss he can get from Bucky now but half because...well. Steve's not sure. It's almost like his senses are even more tuned into his lover. The feel of his lips and the way his arms wrap around him. That one kiss quickly transitions into another. And then another, deeper this time. Steve lets out a small noise as he makes his way into Bucky's mouth and savors the taste. He should pull back, then. Get them back on their way and out of the forest.

But he deeply, sincerely doesn't want to.

Steve moans a bit and pushes forward just a little bit to have Bucky backed into a nearby tree. His hands fall into his hips and grip them tight as Steve's own push forward to pin him in. He nips against Bucky's lips, hungry for more even as he's panting for air. The febrile look has turned into something truly glassy as he stares at his boyfriend. Steve's pupils have blocked out almost all the blue.

"Don't need to waste a line on a sure thing like you," he teases, voice deep, before diving in for another kiss.

Steve tastes good - there's this smoky, salty aftertaste that Bucky figures is probably the sap, which is pretty fitting, given that Steve is a sap.

But Steve is also doing his level best to kiss Bucky breathless, and it's getting dark and they should get back but with every kiss, it gets easier and easier to justify it after just one more kiss. And when Bucky's back hits the tree, his skin is already starting to feel flushed and he kinda wants to make Steve moan a little more. And some more after that. And maybe see if he can lick the rest of that taste out of Steve's mouth. Bucky's gonna give it his level best.

He puts his weight back against the tree and winds one ankle around Steve's, his own eyes a little bright as they break apart, if briefly. "How d'you know I'm sure?" Bucky murmurs against Steve's lips, as though they're not already well on their way into an epic makeout session that he's frankly not keen on ending anytime soon. They'll be fine. Nothing's jumped them so far. And the only thing he wants to jump him is Steve.

Which is probably getting a little ahead of himself, he thinks with a soft chuckle at himself, breaking from Steve's lips to brush a couple kisses over his cheek. "I am sure that I'm sorry you had to go a year without this," he says. "I mean. I am a great kisser. And it looks like you're not too badly out of shape at it, either."

It's beyond reckless to be doing this here but Steve can't exactly remind himself of reasons to care. He's been without Bucky for a year. A whole fucking year spent thinking he'd lost someone he loved and would never get back again. Steve tilts his face to catch Bucky's lips on one of those cheek kisses and ravages his mouth with every speck of desperation he has. When Steve pulls back he's panting from lack of oxygen and the starting flames of lust.

"Who says I wasn't practicing?" He is taunting of course. Steve hadn't even thought about it for those long months. Bucky doesn't need to know that, though. "Year's a long time to learn new tricks." He smiles, warm as he trails his lips to the pulse of Bucky's neck and gives it a nip. He's not sure entirely where the drive for that came from but Steve is just following his instincts, now.

Or following something, at any rate. Something that is making it feel better and better the more he touches and kisses Bucky.

"I missed you so bad, Buck," he murmurs against the abused skin as he kisses it over and over as though apologizing. One hand on Bucky's hip moves up, toying with the top of the ugly jumpsuit. At least it was easy to get inside, Steve thinks as he starts to unzip it. He shifts, mouth following exposed skin as it's revealed. It's a lot for Steve to do.

If either were in their right mind it might have even raised a red flag. But at least for Steve, it's easy to justify this with how much he had longed for his love. At least, it was easy to justify for now.

"Oh yeah?" Bucky laughs a little, sliding his hands up to run through Steve's hair, leaning his head back against the three a little because... well, frankly, because he has to, because if Steve's out of breath, Bucky sure isn't faring much better. "Who were you practicing on, while I was gone? Were they cute? They'd better've been cute."

He feels a little warm and tingly - almost like being drunk, but if he were drunk on Steve. Because that's what it feels like - like touching Steve is the key here, and Steve sure as hell seems to be pretty obliging.

Even if some of that good twists into bittersweetness, when Steve says how much he missed him. Bucky's fingers tighten a little in Steve's hair - not stopping him from what he's doing, because part of him knows they shouldn't be doing this shit out here, but part of him really doesn't care. Part of him wants to give Steve everything, just as much as it doesn't want Steve to stop touching him. He never wants Steve to stop touching him, and he never wants to let Steve go again.

So he lets Steve keep going, even as he murmurs, "I'm sorry, Stevie. I'm right here. And I never wanted to disappear out from underneath you."

He kind of laughs then, arches a little into Steve's fingers, as if to try and "help" him with that zipper. "I mean. Underneath you's pretty good right now, huh?"

Steve is not the only one in this relationship with terrible lines, apparently.

But at least he's sober enough to ask, "You got a plan, star-spangled man?"

Steve pulls it down to Bucky's waist and lets himself feel the smooth skin now exposed. He runs his palms across it, remembering what this could be like. It's been awhile since he's been able to touch and be touched back. He kisses Bucky again, just like before, hungry for something he's been starved of for an entire year.

"There isn't anyone for me but you," he confirms softly, sealing it with another peck. "And I ain't letting you out of my sight ever again. Under me, on top of me, I don't care." Although...right now, both of those options sound like a pretty good time. Steve grabs the zipper and tugs it down just a little more so his hand can slip along Bucky's hip and hold it. The other fists into his hair as Steve swallows up any more words with another kiss. He breaks it off just to kiss down and go to leave a lovebite on the center of Bucky's neck. It's a bit messy since Steve is going off secondhand information about how to do it but his instincts seem to be on the right track. One leads into a second leads into Steve's nose running underneath Bucky's jaw as he exhales shakily.

"I could ask you the same, sweetheart." He is smiling as he finally looks Bucky in the eye. "But we're both pretty good at improvising. Wanna just see where it goes?"

Steve's hands are big and warm and sure, Bucky hasn't been missing Steve for as long, but that doesn't mean he hasn't missed him. It still feels good - in fact, despite the fact that it's a simple touch, it feels really good, like it's spreading the best kind of fire over his skin, everywhere Steve touches. His love bites might be sloppy, but that's what makes them endearing - just like his words, because they're sappy as hell, but Bucky knows Steve absolutely means them.

His fingers curl in Steve's hair, pulling him in for a kiss before he answers. "You're the original," he points out. "That means I'm off the hook."

But what Steve says also isn't wrong. "I guess we could fly by the seat of our pants, a little," he agrees - as if they already aren't, doing this in the middle of a forest. Well, it's an abandoned forest, so here is just as good as anywhere else. Bucky's eyes flash, and he smirks as he gets an idea, unwinding his ankle from Steve's so he can get both feet on the ground, tense, and jump literally onto Steve, wrapping his legs around his waist.

Yeah, it's a move he'd have expected from a girl, but here and now, it means it gets their entire fronts - including their hips - touching, and there's that little thrill because he knows Steve can take his weight. Plus, "You like it when I'm higher up, right?" he teases, because this puts his head a couple inches above Steve's, so that Bucky has to nuzzle his nose firmly against Steve's cheek, coaxing him to tip his head back for the next kiss."

There is almost no coaxing needed. Steve's skin is on fire where they're touching. He is almost shivering with all the contact and the anticipation is is giving him. He has Bucky's strong legs around his waist and his hands able to go wherever they want. Not only that but Bucky is right: Steve does like when Bucky's higher up than him. Usually it's a nostalgic thing but right now it releases almost a growl out of Steve as he uses the tree to support Bucky's weight and attacks his mouth.

Their hips are flush in this position and Steve pushes in even closer, suddenly more desperate than he had been a second before. He moans as he tilts up and reaches for Bucky's lips. It almost feels like what it might have, years ago. Him so small and Bucky a head over him. Yeah. Steve likes it. He likes it a whole fucking lot. When he pulls back to breathe, he presses kisses over whatever he can reach. His head tilts down and he's not entirely sure what to do with a nipple but he gives it a small nip and a kiss all the same. Testing the water before tilting his head back and looking at his love.

"Yeah...yeah. I think it's alright." He tilts his hips forward and in to show Bucky how much that was minimizing it. He feels like he's running a fever, right now. His skin is oversensitive and he's burning up with a deep, internal need. Steve bends forward to just press his cheek against the bare flesh. His hands grip at Bucky's waist and scratch against it.

"God. You drive me crazy, sometimes. Know that, Buck?"

Bucky doesn't need Steve to say anything to prove this was a good idea - his reactions pretty much speak for themselves. So do Bucky's, probably - he tenses and lets out a pleased little gasp at the pinch of Steve's teeth on his chest, at the soft, hot press of lips that follows. His head thunks back against the trunk a little, as his legs tighten and his fingers comb through Steve's hair, smooth down the back of his neck, slip under his collar as best they can to scratch at his shoulders, his upper back.

"You want a hint," Bucky teases, cheeks a little flushed and breath definitely coming a little faster. "If you wanna drive me crazy... keep doin' what you're doin'." Part of him wants to start getting Steve out of his own clothes, give Bucky more skin to touch, give them both more skin-to-skin contact. But everything Steve's doing is kind of addictive right now, from the growl echoing low in his throat to his lips against Bucky's skin, and he doesn't want it to stop, for even a second. He arches and rolls his hips right back against Steve's, hard, unapologetic, because he's learned, and quickly, that all the little ways you're supposed to be polite with a dame... kinda aren't important with Steve. And it's kind of addicting, in its own right, to be a little demanding, to see Steve light up and figure out what to do next.

Finally, though, speaking of next, "You're too dressed for this, pal."

Steve moans at the roll. Usually at this point he'd be starting to get self-conscious or be looking to pump the brakes but right now Steve can't get enough. His own hips push in and roll back drawing another moan out of him. It's good. It's too good, honestly. But neither of them are in a position to realize that. Instead, Steve just grins at Bucky and leans away just a little.

"Too dressed, huh?"

He grabs the hem of his shirt and drags it up and off. Pushing their chests together now has skin on skin and it's even more addicting than before. Steve bites and licks his way back into Bucky's mouth, his hips doing all the work of pinning Bucky against the tree.

"That better?" His voice is low and just for Bucky. One of his hands find the zipper and jingles it teasingly. "Or did I misunderstand the dress code?"

Bucky's usually got better self-control, or at least better common sense, too - but even though there's this niggling thought at the back of his mind, that this is probably pretty dumb, every time Steve touches him, it's too addicting to want to give up. It's too appealing to give Steve more.

Especially when Steve pulls off his shirt like that; Bucky grins down at him, eyes a little blown, too, and expression saying he's clearly enjoying the show. "Yeah, pal," he agrees. "You're starting to get the idea."

Because Now Steve's whole back is free, and his whole front is pressed along Bucky's. He slides his hands down the planes of Steve's back, trying to touch every inch of hot skin, trying to pull Steve closer even though that's going to make it hard for anyone to peel off more clothes. "God, I didn't touch you for a week... I can't imagine that for a year, Stevie - "

He has to duck his head back down for a kiss, trying to wrap himself around Steve harder, more, like they're still not touching enough. "You think I can get a hand in your pants like this?" he teases - but in reality, he's already switched to sliding one arm under Steve's, trying to tease his fingertips under the waistband at Steve's hip.

A year.

Steve still remembers it. Remembers waking up to an empty bed and searching high and low for Bucky. He remembers the fear and the anxiety that slowly morphed into a bone-deep sorrow when reality hit him. It was like going back to the bridge all over again. Steve knew that Bucky wouldn't have run from him so the only other option was that he was dragged home. He didn't know how or why but it was the only thing that made sense. He'd lost Bucky for good, now, and would never get him back.

His bed was too big and his room had too many reminders. Steve wasn't even sure all he did in that year because so much of it was remembering what it was to mourn. To be alone and to not have something propelling him forward. No mission. No purpose. Nothing.

And then he'd been brought here.

Steve's next kiss is beyond desperate. He is devouring Bucky breath by breath as he kisses him hard and mercilessly. He brushes Bucky's hand away because touching him is more important than being touched. He coaxes Bucky's feet back onto the ground and breaks the kiss to look him right in the eyes. "I'm tired of having regrets with you," he says honestly. A whole year wishing he'd done more. Said more. Explored more. Never again. "So you stop thinking, baby. It's my turn."

He inhales deeply and grabs Bucky's zipper. It goes down with Steve as he drops down to his knees. When it hits the bottom, Steve looks up and grins just like a sixteen year old punk in Brooklyn might.

"Still get to look up at you."

He kisses along Bucky's hipbone and around the top of his underwear before drifting lower. Opening his mouth and experimentally dragging his tongue against the clothed hardness there. His heart is about to burst out of his chest but Steve presses on. Through eyelashes, he looks up at Bucky to see how this is going.

" 's okay?"

Bucky is pretty sure he's never been kissed before like that in his life - never, not even when he and Steve first started this... whatever it is they're doing, and maybe not even when Steve had said he was going to leave. Not even when Steve decided, later, to stay. None of those kisses were like this, trying to devour him whole, coaxing him easily to give himself over, to press closer, to wish for a crazy second that they didn't have to be in two separate bodies, that they could just always be touching, that they would never have to break apart.

The only thing that breaks him out of it, eventually, is Steve's low voice, and the way he nudges Bucky back against the tree, gets him to put his feet on the ground -

So that Steve can sink down there in front of him.

Holy shit, the thrill that goes through him, at the sight of Steve down there... it's sinful, and it's the best thing Bucky's possibly ever seen in his entire goddamned life. His hands fall away for a second, fingers curling against the bark of the tree, then digging into it as Steve's lips, and then his tongue, hot and wet, drag over the fabric of his underwear, and his cock goddamn jumps against the touch as his head tips back and he lets out a quiet, desperate moan.

"Yeah, Steve," he mumbles, sounding a little drunk, voice dropping a little and a slow, breathless laugh pushing past his lips. "God, yeah - yeah, it's fine, but you really should - still too much in the way - "

Maybe he's a little demanding, but he feels like he's gonna pop if he has to keep putting up with this torture, with a layer of fabric still between them.

Steve can't help but feel pretty pleased at that response. He's sure Bucky has had girls do this to him before but, from that reaction, Steve can almost imagine this feeling like his first time. God knows it's his first time in this position. Nerves hit him as Bucky urges him to get the fabric out of the way and Steve worries for a second that he'd already messed something up. He doesn't let it weigh on him. Just nods and swallows hard as he reaches up to pull the offending fabric away.

It's his first time seeing another man's cock up close like this. Hell, he hasn't even seen his own this close. Steve's breath holds for a second as his hands grip Bucky's hips. He doesn't want his friend to move. Not right now as he takes all of this in and figures out where to go, next. What would he like? It's a hard thing to answer because Steve's experience regarding sex has been 90% fantasy and speculation. The rest of it has been...nothing like this. Bucky and he hadn't been able to get all that far, before. So. Right. What would he like? An instruction manual, for starters.

When none comes, Steve decides to keep going with his instincts. That has him leaning in and running his tongue from base to tip, testing out what this feels like. It's nothing offensive not remarkable but that emboldens Steve rather than disappointing him. He thinks for a minute and decides to do this as Steve does everything: jumping right in.

So Steve gives Bucky absolutely no warning before he's swallowed him up, all the way, and hollows out his cheeks as he might have seen some girl on a video Tony sent him do. The guy there had seemed to like it so that's a good hint it's the right move. Steve pulls back and dives back in, tempo immediately fast and merciless.

Everyone starts someplace.

Bucky is not expecting that. Holy shit, Bucky is really not - he lets out some garbled, gasped thing that was maybe supposed to be a word, maybe supposed to be Steve's name, he doesn't even know. His eyes just sort of roll back in his head and his hips try to jerk a little in Steve's grip and Steve literally, with zero preamble, starts going to fucking town on his dick.

To Steve's credit... wow, he's dedicated. He's enthusiastic. And Bucky hasn't had a blowjob since before the ice, and frankly he's really sure, all of a sudden, that even Steve doing his best Hoover impression here could definitely get him off with very little effort - well. Very little past what he's already giving.

But Bucky finally comes back to himself enough to flail one hand away from the tree, searching for Steve's head, trying to thread fingers through his hair and get him to look up, to pay attention, to maybe even lay off a minute. "St- Steve, Stevie, hey," Bucky mumbles, like his tongue is too thick for his mouth, even as he's kind of glad Steve's got him pinned to the tree, because he isn't sure he could actually stand under this onslaught. "Oh my God, Stevie, slow down - "

He's 99.9% sure Steve has never had a dick in his mouth. And that means Steve has no idea what's going to happen when Bucky comes - which is suddenly getting to be a dangerously real possibility, which is also embarrassing as fuck, okay - and Bucky remembers his first couple of suckjobs. They'd been awkward as hell, figuring it out together with the girl he was going with at the time, and - and now it doesn't need to be awkward if he can only get Steve's attention before Steve literally sucks his brains out through his dick. That seems to be a real, actual possibility, just about now.

Okay. Steve understands the appeal, now. That noise Bucky makes and the way his body moves and fights against him is addictive. The sap in his body makes Steve hone in on what that feels like. What it's like to have fingers in his hair and Bucky in his mouth, not even able to make words. That's the point of this, right? The point is to get your partner to the end. Steve is aware, with girls, it should maybe take longer. More time doing... Different things for them. But surely that wasn't the case with guys? With suckjobs? Steve is too busy thinking about this and relishing the way Bucky is saying his name to focus on any of the other words coming out.

He doesn't slow down. In fact, Steve seems to remember about then that he has a tongue and uses that the way he might in a kiss. He rolls it against Bucky and twists it around. Wrestling as he bobs his head back and forth like a man on a mission. Which, honestly, he is. 85% for Bucky's pleasure and the rest absolutely for his own.

Steve moans as he goes, the contact of the skin and the pull against his scalp making his whole body shiver. The sap or maybe his own arousal has his own self-consciousness burned away leaving behind nothing but his curiosity and desire. He looks up at Bucky again and the moan that comes out of that is loud and broken, fingertips digging into Bucky's hips hard as he fight the urge to take care of himself. No. No, Bucky first. Always him first.

He pulls back just to breathe. A few pants of oxygen as his tongue trails lazily around. But if Bucky thought that was a break then he was absolutely mistaken. He wastes barely ten seconds before taking him back down to the hilt and sucking like a vacuum the entire way back up.

Opening Test Drive Meme

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Omg I somehow posted as anon so I had no idea you replied . Also making up shit now about trees

OH MAN see I meant to poke you and let you know... and clearly forgot. BUT YAY TREES XD

Bahahahahhaha

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Aaaand sap smut.

in every sense of the word XD

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I regret nothing.

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