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Steve sighs as the nurse leaves the exam room and tries not to make an audible noise of frustration that could be heard on the other side of the door. It’s fine. It’s fine. Hearing Dr. Erskine — whom Steve has been trying to get in to see for months — has retired isn’t ideal. Steve hasn’t ever heard of this Dr. Barnes who has taken Dr. Erskine’s place but at least he was willing to keep Steve’s appointment instead of canceling on him. That would’ve really pissed Steve off, having to start the process of getting on the schedule all over again. Fuck, why are specialists so impossible to get into, and why does Steve have to have so many on his care plan? Ugh!

“He’ll be in shortly my ass,” Steve grumbles as he looks around at the various posters on the walls including diagrams of the heart and circulatory system. He eyes the framed picture of the detailed cross-cut of the heart, and zones in on the mitral valve. “Yep, you’re the asshole that’s forcing me to come here.”

He’s just about to start pacing when the door opens and immediately freezes mid step. Oh fuck. He’d know that body — that face, even without the blindfold — anywhere. This cannot be happening. The perfect, perfect sub he’s seen twice now cannot be his new doctor. Fuck. “Bucky?” he blurts out, and immediately Dr. Barnes’s eyes snap up from where he had been looking at Steve’s chart in his hands.

The chart falls to the floor.

”Sir?”

“That sub you played with last week is back, and he asked if you were available.”

Steve raises his eyebrows in surprise at Maria. “James?” he asks, even though it’s the only possibility. He’s only here once a week and he’s a good dom, he knows he is, but most subs aren’t looking for a regular dom who is smaller than them. It’s not that he hasn’t had repeat subs — he has, but it’s not very often someone asks for him specifically, even if they had had a good scene.

It’s also not often for the scene to continue to play out in his mind for days afterwards, but it had with James. Steve is usually so good at leaving any emotion at the door once he leaves the club, but there was something about James that night…

“Well?” Maria asks, breaking Steve out of his thoughts. “Are you in or should I send Thor?”

“Jesus fuck, Thor would destroy James. Of course I’m in, have him lay out what he’d like to use tonight and I want him on his knees in just his underwear, blindfolded when I get there. Give him ten minutes,” Steve says, a thrill of excitement surging through his body at the idea of being able to see James again.

James had been perfect for Steve last week, a sweet sub that despite definitely being taller and much more muscular than Steve, had obeyed every command Steve had given him.

He watches as Maria types out the message that’ll go to the attendants in the sub wing. They’ll give Steve’s instructions to James and all Steve needs to do is change his clothes while he waits for the ten minutes to go by.

“You’re all set, Rogers. And remember —”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Safe, sane, and consensual. How long have you known me?”

“Long enough to know you should have a sub of your own by now instead of frequenting my club as often as you do,” she says dryly. It’s not the first time she’s made a similar comment so Steve just ignores it and heads to the locker room.

He quickly changes into the usual soft clothes that he wears for scenes and waits outside the room James is in, until it’s been exactly ten minutes. While he waits, he wonders what James will request tonight. Last week, since they had never played together before, Steve kept it pretty simple.

Having a repeat sub always allows the opportunity to explore a bit.

As soon as it’s been ten minutes, Steve enters the room and has to bite his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress an audible groan.

James is perfectly in position, kneeling on the floor wearing only a jockstrap and the requested blindfold. He has his head ducked with his arms behind his back, hands grasping his forearms.

He’s fucking beautiful. The jockstrap is definitely a treat for Steve’s eyes, the fabric tucked between James’s glorious ass cheeks that are just begging to be spanked.

“Good to see you again, James,” Steve says softly, closing the door behind him and approaching his sub for the night. “Before we start, I want to thank you for being such a good boy and listening to my instructions so well. Do I have permission to touch you?”

James nods and takes a shaky breath. “Yes, sir. I hope what I picked out is okay with you, sir.”

Steve is purposely ignoring whatever is on the table off to the side, he doesn’t want to see it yet and let any of it influence how he wants their scene to start. He trails his fingers along James’s jaw, pausing to rub his thumb along James’s bottom lip. “I’m sure you made very good choices, sweetheart. Ma’am mentioned you asked for me?”

“Yes, sir. I — um, I hope you don’t mind, but I enjoyed our scene last time. I actually uh,” James pauses, shaking his head slightly and there’s an obvious blush spreading across his cheeks. “I called to see when you’re usually in, I really wanted to sub for you again.”

Steve’s glad that James is blindfolded, tied neatly near the nape of his neck so his hair isn’t held down, because Steve’s unable to keep the look of shock off his face. He’s never had someone actively seek him out for a scene and he can’t believe Maria didn’t mention the call. The sudden urge to wreck James fills his body and he slides his hand from James’s jaw down to his collarbone. “I enjoyed our time together, too. You’re a beautiful sub, James. Can you tell me what you’d like to get out of our scene tonight? If your arms are getting tired, you can relax them – just don’t go anywhere near your cock.”

James jolts slightly, but he keeps his arms in place behind him. “Thank you sir. It was a rough day at work, and I’d like to get out of my head a little bit. That’s why… well, that's why I picked out those toys for tonight, sir.”

Maria doesn’t stock anything dangerous in her club, and there isn’t much Steve is uncomfortable with using so when he turns to finally glance at what James had laid out, he’s pleasantly surprised. There’s some hemp ropes, a cock ring, and an anal hook.

It’s been a while since he’s used a hook on anyone. James must really want to give up control to Steve tonight, which is a little wild for Steve to think about since this is only their second scene together. If James wants to get out of his own head, Steve knows exactly how he’s going to guide the night along. Getting subs to drop is kind of his specialty.

“I approve of your choices, James,” Steve says, keeping his hand on James’s shoulder as he comes around to James’s front.

“Bucky,” James blurts, keeping his head bowed. He’s shivering slightly under Steve’s touch but it’s very unlikely he’s cold, the rooms are kept extremely well temperature controlled. “I’m sorry, sir. James is my first name, but everyone calls me Bucky. It’ll be easier for you to — uh, get me to go under if you use Bucky. Please, sir.”

Steve hums like he’s taking it into consideration, but he’s not into going against his sub’s wishes, especially when James — Bucky — asked so sweetly. “Bucky,” Steve says, and immediately he can feel tension draining out of Bucky’s shoulders. “Do you want to tell me about your day, or would you like me to get started? If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you suck my cock — I know how much you liked that last time.”

Bucky had been blindfolded for their first scene, too. It’s something Steve requires, that way his size isn’t a distraction right from the start. Bucky had also stated how much he liked having it on, too. All they’d done was some light praise while Bucky had been a perfect cockwarmer — Steve had loved running his fingers through Bucky’s thick hair while Bucky had been the sweetest boy, holding Steve’s dick in his mouth until Steve gave him permission to make him come. After that, Bucky had already been so close to the edge it had only taken a couple strokes from Steve’s hand to pull his orgasm out of him. What Steve hasn’t been able to stop thinking about is how, despite Bucky’s size, he seemed so small curled up against Steve’s leg while they both came down from the scene, Steve whispering soft praises while lightly scratching his fingers against Bucky’s scalp until it was time for both of them to get fully dressed again. If Bucky had noticed then that the body he was pressed up against was much smaller than his own, he certainly didn’t mention it.

“Sir, please,” Bucky says, leaning into Steve’s touch and Steve’s sure that if he were to slip the blindfold off, Bucky’s eyes would be closed anyway. “I would like to just start, if that’s all right. I don’t think I could talk about it right now.”

There’s an urge to forget the scene and pull Bucky into his arms, to pet him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear that Steve has to tamp down. Bucky isn’t his sub. Steve’s never been anyone’s official Dom — and even though Maria has been getting on his case about that, it’s in the club’s rules that Dom/Dommes are not allowed to pursue subs that they scene with, it can be seen as an abuse of power and coercion.

Steve’s had boyfriends and girlfriends, sure. He always takes a break from the club if he’s dating someone. None of them ever showed any interest in the lifestyle, so the relationships always fizzled out. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be someone’s Dom, with a contract and everything, but it just… hasn’t happened. Yet.

“Have you ever used a hook, Bucky? Be honest with me,” he says firmly while running his hand down Bucky’s arm to his elbow. “Time to relax your arms, you’ve been such a good boy for me, holding that pose so well.”

Bucky lets out a soft groan as he drops his arms to his sides and as he shakes his head, there’s a slight flush that spreads across his cheeks. “No, sir. I’ve never… I always wanted to try, but never felt comfortable asking anyone before.”

Steve licks his lips and has to take a slow, deep breath to calm himself. He’s never quite felt this level of anticipation and thrill when entering a scene with a sub. He wants to take Bucky home, use his own toys on him, and have him wrecked and sobbing in Steve’s own bed.

“Thank you for telling me,” Steve says. He glances down and sees that Bucky’s cock has fattened up some, pressing against the fabric of his jockstrap, but he still has a bit till he’s fully hard. Good. “Time to get that ring around your beautiful cock, sweetheart. Maybe I’ll play with it a bit before I start to tie you up, see how good you are at staying still.”

At Bucky’s soft whine, Steve makes quick work of helping him stand, slipping his underwear off, and moving him over to sit on the bed. He keeps his commands soft and direct, because while Bucky’s old enough to not get fully hard at just a little pre-scene talk, Steve knows if he doesn’t work quickly, it’ll be too late for the cock ring.

And he really wants to see Bucky’s dick straining against the silicone.

Once the ring is on and safely adjusted, Steve gives Bucky’s cock a slow stroke, feeling it fill in his palm. “What a pretty cock,” Steve says, stroking again when Bucky lets out a soft huff. “Too bad it’s going to be a while until I let you come.”

“That’s okay, sir. I like — I like waiting,” Bucky says, his voice trembling slightly while he has his fists clenched lightly at his sides.

Steve hums with approval and reaches over to grab the rope Bucky had laid out. He lets the end slide against Bucky’s forearm, to let him feel what’s coming next. “We’ll do a simple pattern tonight with your arms out front and then I’ll prep that tight little hole for the hook you laid out. What do you think about all that, sweetheart? What’s your color?”

The club has the standard safewords — green, yellow, and red — and it’s part of the contract everyone has to sign before they’re allowed to start any type of play. Maria’s very particular about who she allows to play at her club, so if she ever gets a whiff of anyone disobeying the contract, she kicks them out and immediately bans them.

“Green, so green,” Bucky says. He holds his arms out in front of him, wrists together, and leans slightly in Steve’s direction. “Please sir, I’m so ready.”

Tying a sub up in shibari is actually one of Steve’s favorite things. He’s spent a lot of time over the years practicing his knots and patterns, but it’s actually on the rare side where someone requests it on a first or second time scene, since it leaves them so vulnerable.

He loves that Bucky felt comfortable enough to ask.

As he gently wraps Bucky up, softly murmuring what he’s doing along the way, he sees Bucky visibly start to surrender. It’s such a beautiful thing, to watch a sub start to sink because of what Steve’s doing to them. He makes sure to leave enough at the end behind Bucky’s back so he has something to tie the hook to — if he ever gets to play with Bucky again, he absolutely wants to do a more advanced pattern where he’d be able to attach the hook to Bucky’s hair when it’s in a ponytail.

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Steve asks once he’s finished the final knot. He reaches up and runs his hand through Bucky’s hair, the strands thick and silky between his fingers while he glances down at Bucky’s lap. Fuck, Bucky’s cock looks so pretty — he’s fully hard now, straining against the ring around the base.

His own cock is hard and throbbing between his legs, but he’s ignoring it until it’s time to get Bucky’s sweet mouth on it. Scenes for Steve aren’t about racing to get off, and his own pleasure is usually the last thing on his mind. The waiting and anticipation is something he enjoys too.

Bucky lets out a shaky breath. “Amazing, sir.”

When Steve scratches his fingertips against Bucky’s scalp, Bucky’s soft groan fills the room. The sound goes straight to Steve’s dick and he has to bite his bottom lip between his teeth to refrain from moaning. There’s nothing that makes arousal spike through his body than making a sub feel good.

“Good, I’m glad,” Steve says before leaving a whisper of a kiss against Bucky’s temple and trailing both hands down Bucky’s arms, fingers bouncing over the slight indentations the rope is making until he gets to Bucky’s elbows. “I’m going to help you up and have you get back on the kneeling pad. You look so beautiful tied up like this, sweetheart.”

Their size difference is still startling when Steve guides Bucky to stand in front of him, his eyes coming to Bucky’s chin. What he wouldn’t give to just pull Bucky down by the head for a long, searching kiss.

As a rule, he doesn’t kiss subs at the club.

Most of the time.

Before he guides Bucky to the kneeling pad, he lets himself explore Bucky’s body a bit, delighting in watching goosebumps break out over Bucky’s skin in his finger’s wake. Bucky’s breathing stutters when Steve reaches his cock and, god. Part of him wants to push Bucky back down on the bed, strip off his own pants, and ride that thick cock until they both come while Bucky is still tied up.

He wouldn’t interrupt their scene with that, especially since Bucky hasn’t asked for or implied that he’s up for any form of anal intercourse outside of using the anal hook. Instead, he gives Bucky’s hard cock a firm stroke and lets out a pleased hum when Bucky whines and pushes his hips forward.

“Please, sir. Feels so good.”

Once Bucky is kneeling again on the floor near the edge of the bed, Steve runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair once more, using his hand to slightly tip Bucky’s head up. He knows from their first scene that Bucky prefers to stay blindfolded, the sensory deprivation is soothing to him, so Steve will just imagine that Bucky’s looking up at him with pleading, damp eyes.

“I’m going to use my fingers to stretch you, get you a little loose, then I’ll slowly insert the hook and tie it to your ropes. Once it’s in, you need to stay pretty still for safety, okay? Then, I’m finally going to get that beautiful mouth back on my cock and you’re going to make me come, just like that. I’m going to put a button in your hand so you can safeword if you can’t speak. What’s your color, sweetheart? How does all of that sound?”

“Fuck, green, sir,” Bucky says, slurring a bit as a slight tremor runs through his body. “Wanna taste you again so bad.”

“Mmm soon, sweetheart,” Steve says softly but firmly. He takes quick note of Bucky’s positioning — it’s not ideal, but they don’t really have the room for any kind of better setup and it’s not like Bucky’s abs don’t scream that he has massive core strength so it’ll be fine. What Steve wouldn’t give to really push Bucky to his limits in a committed, contracted relationship.

Steve takes his time, leaning Bucky over so his head and shoulders are resting on the bed. He warms the lube between his fingers before circling over Bucky’s hole. As he slowly works one, then two fingers in, stretching the ring of muscle that’s tight around his knuckles, he runs his free hand up and down Bucky’s back. It’s keeping that connection, while telling Bucky what a good boy he’s being.

Steve’s erection has barely flagged because fuck, Bucky looks phenomenal like this — tied up and ready for whatever Steve is going to do to him.

“Sir, please,” Bucky begs as he squirms against Steve’s hands. “Please, you feel so good.”

If they had discussed any kind of punishment — spanking or otherwise — Steve would’ve given Bucky’s ass a quick slap for moving around so much. “Stay still, sweetheart,” Steve says instead, curling his fingers slightly inside Bucky and he can tell Bucky is trying really hard not to fuck back against his hand when he lets out a strained moan.

The ball at the end of the hook Bucky had laid out isn’t too big, but Steve wants to make sure Bucky is stretched and relaxed. Plus, it’s fun as hell to spend a little bit more time than is necessary prepping just to tease, and it’s obvious Bucky is enjoying it.

Bucky lets out a soft whine when Steve pulls his fingers out that immediately turns into a groan when instead of taking his hand away, Steve rubs a slow circle with his lubed fingers around Bucky’s entrance. He says something, but Steve doesn’t quite catch it.

“Can you repeat that, sweetheart?” Steve asks, continuing to rub around Bucky’s hole while he reaches for the hook with his other hand. The metal is cool against his palm and he holds the end in his fist to try to warm it up a bit.

“I like that — um, when you call me sweetheart, sir. I just — I like it,” Bucky says, a little louder, his cheek pressed against the mattress.

A pleased flush spreads throughout Steve’s body — it hadn’t been a conscious choice to start calling Bucky sweetheart. He usually sticks with sub’s names, but there’s just something about Bucky that Steve can’t help himself. “I’m glad,” Steve says, holding the end of the hook right at Bucky’s hole. “This is when I need you to be really still, sweetheart. Color?”

After a long, shaky breath, Bucky’s entire body visibly relaxes even more. “Green, green, sir. Want the hook, want you, please.”

“Good boy,” Steve says and at this point he’s unable to keep the tremor of arousal out of his voice. His heart clangs against his ribs and fuck the stupid palpitation he can feel. He ignores it and slowly slides the hook in, making sure it curves with Bucky’s body, until he’s able to tie the loop the rope onto the end. “You look incredible like this, sweetheart. All tied up just for me.”

Steve has to take a moment to step back and admire his work. Bucky’s hole is still shiny with lube and the metal of the hook is a sharp contrast against his skin, keeping him in place just for Steve.

This is definitely going in his sketchbook later.

Once he’s wiped the lube off and slipped the safety button into Bucky’s hand, he combs his fingers through Bucky’s hair. He’s almost dizzy with arousal, the slow methodical way he tied and hooked Bucky up has him feeling right on the edge. He needs his dick sucked, now. “Bet you’re feeling that ball right on your prostate, huh sweetheart? How’s that sweet cock of yours, looks like you’re pretty desperate to come already to me.”

Instead of answering, Bucky just whines as Steve guides him off the bed and back upright onto his knees. Fuck, he barely had to help at all. Bucky really does have abs for days, shit.

“Sir,” Bucky pleads, his lips damp from saliva. He tries to lean against Steve, but aborts the motion as soon as Steve squeezes his shoulder tighter. “I’m so good — feels s’good, please — want you.”

Steve makes quick work of finally dropping his pants and kicking them aside before sitting on the bed right in front of Bucky. He’d love to just pull Bucky’s head down and get that wet mouth on his cock, but he needs to put on a condom first. While he grabs one from the tray at the bedside and gives his cock a firm stroke before rolling the latex on, he softly tells Bucky how good he’s being, how pretty he looks, and how much he can’t wait till he has Bucky’s head in his lap.

Bucky sways a bit on his knees at the praise, his body barely an inch away from Steve’s legs. “Sir… I need, please...”

Time speeds up and slows down all at once when Steve finally, finally pulls Bucky down onto his cock. Between breathy moans he lets Bucky know just how good he feels, as he works his mouth and up and down on Steve’s dick.

The only sounds echoing in Steve’s ears are Bucky’s soft whines and his own noises of pleasure that he can’t contain because, fuck, he’s been on edge for what feels like ages now and he he really wants to fucking come. He plants one hand on the bed behind him, the other on the back of Bucky’s head with just enough pressure that Bucky could easily lift up if needed, and tries not to fuck into Bucky’s mouth hard enough to choke him. “Oh, good boy — feels so good, sweetheart, I’m so close. So close, fuck!”

Steve can feel drool hitting his balls and Bucky is breathing heavily through his nose. Steve’s so close — it just takes a few more bobs of Bucky’s head and his entire body clenches as he comes with a gasp.

“Oh sweetheart,” Steve says, chest heaving. His vision is swimming slightly and the hand he had on the back of Bucky’s head drops to the bed so he’s able to hold himself up with both hands. “So good for me, making me come like that. You made me feel amazing,” he says as he tries to catch his breath while Bucky pulls off his softening cock and just rests his head on Steve’s upper thigh, his warm breath hitting Steve’s balls.

“Thank you, sir,” Bucky says, slurring so heavily Steve can barely make out the words. “M’cock, sir. So hard, sir.”

Steve takes another deep breath before he’s able to sit without holding himself up. “Mmm, I bet. I think you deserve a reward for being such a good sub for me, don’t you think?”

Bucky nods against Steve’s thigh. “P-please, sir. Been so good for you.”

It doesn’t take long once Steve joins Bucky on the kneeling pad and reaches down to unhook the silicone ring — a few pumps of Steve’s hand and Bucky comes with a shout, his entire body trembling against Steve’s.

As Steve helps Bucky float while he eases the hook out of Bucky’s ass, he keeps talking to him, praising him, guiding him up onto the bed. He holds Bucky against his chest while he unwinds the rope, checking each part of visible skin that it’s only slightly red from being tied up. Once Bucky’s arms are completely free, Steve can tell Bucky isn’t quite back down on earth yet, so he lays down on the bed, taking Bucky with him before grabbing a nearby blanket and covering their bodies.

Bucky’s still trembling, curled up to Steve’s side, his face against Steve’s neck. He’s mumbling words that might be thank you and so good and please but Steve’s not entirely sure.

He just holds Bucky, rubbing his hand up and down Bucky’s back, while leaving dry kisses on Bucky’s forehead.

The scene is over, but Steve doesn’t want to leave.

This is a fucking nightmare as they stare at each other with matching wide eyes, the door still ajar behind Bucky. Steve has no plan for this — there’s no way on earth he could’ve predicted that Dr. Barnes was Bucky, the sub he’s spent every waking (and some sleeping) moment thinking about since their last scene.

“Can you close the door, Bu — I mean, Dr. Barnes? Please?”

Bucky shakes his head as he kneels down and picks up Steve’s chart. “I should — I shouldn’t be here, I can’t treat you. I’m sorry, I’ll just —” he says as he stands back up and turns toward the door.

“No, wait!” Steve says too loudly and immediately clears his throat, stepping back to stay out of Bucky’s space. “Please, I need this appointment and I’ve been waiting to see Dr. Erskine for months. No one else is covered by my insurance. Can you please close the door so we can talk?”

Bucky seems to be battling an inner crisis before he finally nods, stands up straighter, and closes the door. “Abe briefed me on some of his upcoming appointments before handing everything over. I remembered your chart when I saw it on my schedule this morning. I…” he trails off, looking at Steve with pleading eyes. “I could get fired for this. I could lose my license.”

Steve has to tamp down every urge that is begging him to go over and comfort his sub because Bucky — Dr. Barnes — is not his sub. They just happen to be patrons of the same BDSM club and have had two mind-blowing scenes together. He has to forget all that because, fuck. He needs a cardiologist. “I promise you, I won’t say anything. If you’ve read my chart, well… you know why I’m here.”

Bucky’s hair is tied up in a messy bun at the crown of his head and it’s clear it’s been a long day since there’s a few stray hairs curling around Bucky’s temple and his tie is a little loose around his neck. He looks gorgeous. He gestures for Steve to take a seat as he sits down on the stool across from Steve. “You had rheumatic fever as a child? I’m not going to ask why you haven’t been seeing a cardiologist regularly — I know how this stupid system works. My question is, how long have you been feeling like something wasn’t quite right?”

It’s all business now and Steve can start to feel himself flush under Bucky’s gaze. He knows he’s been a bit stupid with his own health — pushing off making much needed appointments, but it’s not his fault healthcare is fucking expensive. He holds his head high though because dammit, best sub Steve’s ever had or not, he’s not going to let yet another doctor shame him for his health. “Longer than I’d like to admit, but I’m here now, okay? I don’t have a death wish or anything.”

“No, hey —” Bucky says, holding his hands up briefly. “Sir — er, Steve, fuck. Sorry. None of that okay? You’re right, you’re here now. Let’s see what we can do about that valve of yours.”

They’re interrupted by a knock on the door and Bucky smoothly rolls his stool over and peeks his head out. He exchanges a few words with his nurse before nodding and closing the door again. “Sorry about that, I got a bit behind schedule today and she’s heading home for the night.”

Steve’s nostrils flare and everything flashes before his eyes — Bucky, naked and tied up at his feet, lips swollen from sucking Steve’s cock — before he even has a chance to stop that train of thought right in its tracks. It sure as hell sounds like they’re alone now, because Steve had been able to hear Bucky’s nurse asking if he was okay to lock up.

Fuck, absolutely not. They’re here to talk about Steve’s dicky valve and he needs to treat Bucky like the professional he is — not think back on the scenes they’ve had together and how much he wants Bucky to be his sub.

“I know I’m probably going to need a replacement at some point, but I’d really like to hold off on that as long as possible,” Steve says, forcing himself to bring his focus back on the reason he’s actually here. “I can’t afford to take the recovery time off work, so if there’s anything we can do to hold off on that for as long as possible, I’m game.”

“Whoa, hey,” Bucky says, standing up and pulling his stethoscope off from around his neck. “Let’s not jump right into you needing surgery, I want to run a few tests and do my own exam. How about you hop up on the table and I’ll take a listen, if that’s uh — if that’s okay?”

Steve can see that Bucky is wound tight and he really doesn’t want to be a source of discomfort, especially when his insurance makes it so his options are extremely limited. “Hey, you’re running the show here. I know we — we um, we’ve spent some frankly amazing time together, and if I’m completely honest I would love to see you again, but I’d also love to get your opinion on this shitty valve of mine,” he says, toeing out the step on the exam table with practiced ease before stepping up and taking a seat.

Bucky huffs out a laugh and shakes his head before placing the tips of his stethoscope in his ears. “I guess I can throw professionalism out the window here. I was going to call again and see if you’d be there tomorrow night,” he says, holding the diaphragm to Steve’s chest. “Just breathe normally.”

All Steve can think about is how Bucky wants to see him again. Maria would not let him hear the end of it if he’s requested by the same sub three weeks in a row. As Bucky moves the stethoscope around on his chest, Steve goes a little cross-eyed with how close they are, and just how tall Bucky obviously is. “I don’t… I’m not supposed to be the one to ask, but we could — if you wanted, we could see each other outside of the club?”

“Your heart rate is a little elevated,” Bucky says softly as he leans in and reaches around, holding the end of the stethoscope to Steve’s back. “Take a slow deep breath in, hold it for five seconds, then slowly breathe out. I’ve only actually been to the club a couple times before I met you and I can’t… I don’t want to sub for anyone else.”

Steve clenches his hands in fists at his side so he doesn’t reach out and touch Bucky while he follows the breathing instructions, letting Bucky listen to his lungs. “Bucky…” he trails off softly, meeting Bucky’s eyes once he’s pulled his stethoscope out of his ears.

Bucky hasn’t moved and they’re so close their bodies are almost touching.

“How does your heart feel during exertion? I hear a slight murmur now, but it’s not very pronounced,” Bucky says and his cheeks are clearly flushed. “I could order a twenty-four hour monitor.”

Steve flicks his gaze down to where Bucky’s cock is obviously getting hard, if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by. He licks his lips and carefully says, “we could test it right now, I’ve been dying to ride your cock since our first scene and that would really get my heart rate up to where you need it to be.”

“Sir,” Bucky whines softly, leaning into Steve’s space, the bridge of his nose rubbing against Steve’s jaw. “I can’t — I shouldn’t, this is where I work. Please, sir. Want you so bad.”

Fuck it. Steve’s never been known for his well thought out, rational decisions anyway. He lifts Bucky up by the chin and finally pulls him into a kiss, feeling Bucky’s body melt against him immediately. As he explores Bucky’s mouth with his tongue, he reaches up blindly and tugs Bucky’s hair-tie loose, letting his hair fall around their faces. “Do you have lube here?” he asks when he pulls back slightly, only for Bucky to chase his lips and start kissing him again. “Mmrph, I have a condom in my bag,” he says against Bucky’s mouth.

Once Bucky pulls back, he blinks a few times until he looks a little less dazed, then nods. “Yeah, I keep some medical grade in the cabinet here. It’ll work — where do you, uh… how do you want me?”

Without sparing time to think if they should really be defiling Bucky’s office or not, Steve trails his hand down Bucky’s broad chest until he reaches the waistband of Bucky’s pants. “I want this cock inside of me as soon as possible, so you’re going to be a good boy and stretch me with those thick fingers you have. Then, you’re going to lay out on this exam table and I’m going to climb up and ride you until I come so you can listen to my heart when it’s trying to beat out of my chest.”

Bucky whimpers and pushes his hips against Steve’s hand. “Please, sir.”

Steve hops down off the table and quickly reaches into the side pocket of his messenger bag, grabbing the condom. He opens the cabinet Bucky had pointed at and the cute organization labels distract him for half a second before he easily finds the lubricant on the bottom shelf. This isn’t a scene, but Steve still wants to check in with Bucky before they get past the point of no return. “Hey,” he says gently, setting the condom and lube on the metal tray beside the exam table. He runs his hand down Bucky’s arm before folding his fingers over Bucky’s palm, the size difference of their hands a little shocking. “What’s your color?”

Bucky wraps his free arm around Steve’s shoulders and leans down until their foreheads are touching. “Green, sir. I just can’t get over how beautiful you are — finally seeing you without the blindfold.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve says, trying to keep the disbelief out of his voice. He’s always been the short, skinny, sickly guy — not anyone that would ever be considered beautiful. “Think you can open me up? I’m sure I need a very thorough exam.”

With a snort, Bucky pulls away. “That was terrible, but yes of course. I’d love to.”

Steve pulls Bucky into one more kiss before he kicks off his shoes and unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor along with his underwear. His cock is halfway hard, hanging heavy between his legs, and a surge of arousal courses through his body as he leans against the exam table, ass facing Bucky. “Okay, sweetheart. If you stretch me open just like I ask I’ll let you come whenever you want while I’m fucking myself on your cock.”

“Fuck, okay. Okay, sir,” Bucky says, his hand trembling slightly when he rests it on Steve’s bare ass.

As Steve walks Bucky through a thorough stretch, his toes curling against the floor as he feels the burn once Bucky has three fingers inside of him, he resists the urge to jack his cock. It’s been too long since he’s been fucked and shit, Bucky’s fingers feel so good. “Yeah sweetheart, that’s it. Get me ready for that big cock of yours,” he says with a moan, pushing back against Bucky’s hand. His cock pulses and leaks onto the floor when Bucky’s fingertips brush his prostate. “Fuck.”

When Steve has Bucky pull his fingers out, the sudden feeling of being empty makes Steve’s hole ache. “Up you get,” he says, and when Bucky goes to unbutton his pants, Steve reaches out to grab his hands. “Leave everything on, sweetheart. Just pull your cock out and lay down. Don’t forget you’ll need that stethoscope.”

It’s only a little awkward once Bucky is spread out over the exam table, his hard dick laying against the seam of his shirt, his pants pulled down just far enough to expose the tops of his thighs. Steve has him quickly put on the condom and lube himself up before he uses the step to climb up and position himself right on Bucky’s lap.

“I’m never going to be able to examine anyone in this room without thinking of this,” Bucky says with a groan as he reaches up and holds Steve’s hips in his hands. “Steve — fuck, sir, I can’t believe we’re about to do this —”

“You’ll soon find out I’m a terrible patient,” Steve says with a smirk as he reaches back and holds Bucky’s cock up to his hole. “I’ll listen to any medical advice — ah — you have to give, but I can be very stubborn.” He slowly sinks down on Bucky’s cock, letting his hole stretch around the width. “Fu— uck, sweetheart. So good.”

Bucky’s chest heaves as he holds tightly onto Steve’s hips, his hair splayed against the table underneath him. “Can I… um, sir. It — you feel amazing.”

God, it’s really been too long since Steve has had a cock in his ass. The stretch is brutal, but so, so good. He rests his hands on Bucky’s chest as he sinks the rest of the way down and he can tell Bucky is straining not to move underneath him. “You’re being so good, staying so still for me,” Steve pants, tilting his head back and closing his eyes for a moment. “You need to see what my heart does during exertion? Stay just like that and let me do all the work, sweetheart. Your cock feels so good inside me.”

“Let me know — fuck — if you feel lightheaded, or if it feels like you’re having uh, shit. Palpitations,” Bucky says before letting out a long moan once Steve starts to move on his cock. “Shit, sir. You feel so good.”

“Of course, doctor,” Steve says, looking back down at Bucky. He feels a bead of sweat roll down his back as he starts to fuck himself on Bucky’s dick, slowly at first until his ass has adjusted and he’s able to speed up.

The exam table creaks underneath them but it’s more than wide enough so Steve isn’t in any danger of his legs slipping off where they’re tucked in on either side of Bucky’s waist. He takes Bucky’s tie and grasps it in his hand, keeping just enough tension on it so Bucky knows it’s there. A slight shift of his hips and Steve cries out as Bucky’s cock starts rubbing right against his prostate.

“Yeah, sweetheart, that’s it, letting me — mmm, fuck myself on your cock. Is this how you examine all of your patients, or am I just that special?” Steve asks as he holds himself up Bucky’s chest, taking Bucky’s cock in as deep as it can go, over and over, while he chases the orgasm he can feel building. “So close, sweetheart. Are you going to come? Gonna be a good boy and come for me?”

“Sir,” Bucky whines, body curling up slightly as Steve keeps his relentless pace. “Fuck, fuck, you’re so — you’re so tight, sir. I can’t — you’re gonna make me come!”

Steve tugs on Bucky’s tie and leans back again, holding Bucky there while the pleasure strikes through his body. “Yes, yes, that’s it! Right there! Fuck, yeah. Gonna come — come for me, sweetheart!”

Once Steve grabs his cock and gives a couple quick pulls, he’s coming with a gasp all over Bucky’s shirt. It’s only a beat or two after that Bucky holds Steve tight and grinds his hips up as he reaches his orgasm, letting out a long moan before collapsing back against the exam table.

“Fuck,” Bucky pants. He blinks his eyes open and grabs his stethoscope that had barely hung on around his neck. “Okay, that was — yeah, I’d say that was enough exertion, fuck. Let me take a listen.”

It’s clear to Steve that his heart isn’t totally behaving and he can see it in Bucky’s eyes, but he’s made it this far in life — he’ll live. There’s more important things to deal with, like the mess they’ve made and whether or not Bucky needs any time to come down before they clean up. “Thank you, Dr. Barnes,” he says, running his fingers through Bucky’s sweat damp hair before wincing as he pulls off Bucky’s softening cock. “Do you have a couch or something in your office where we can sit for a few minutes? After we wipe everything down you’re going to need a new shirt.”

Bucky looks up at Steve with clear, bright eyes before glancing at his shirt with a grimace. “Yeah, I do, actually. I have a clean shirt in my gym bag, too. Steve, I —”

Steve uses the footrest again to step off of Bucky’s lap and onto the floor, quickly grabbing a couple tissues to wipe some of the drying lube between his cheeks. He gently strips the condom off of Bucky’s cock, tossing it in the trash with the tissues. Bucky’s not his sub (yet), and this wasn’t really a scene, but dammit, he’s still going to take care of everything. “Here, stand up,” he says, holding his hand out for Bucky to use as he gets off the exam table. “Do up your pants and take that shirt off, we’ll talk in a few, okay?”

Once Bucky nods and starts doing as he’s told, Steve grabs his own underwear and pants from the floor and pulls them back on. He’s not used to spontaneous sex, but somehow it doesn’t feel weird between them. Not even with Bucky technically being Steve’s new cardiologist. It feels just as natural as their scenes at the club have been.

They both take a sanitizing wipe and clean off the entire exam table before Bucky leads Steve over to his office. Steve sits down on the couch first, and holds out his hand for Bucky when it seems like Bucky was going to try to sit at his desk. “I know my heart is dicky, so whatever tests you want to run, I trust you to know what’s best,” he says once Bucky sits down next to him.

Bucky blows out a breath but doesn’t pull his hand away from Steve’s. “I’m not exactly liking what I’m hearing, and it looks like it’s been a while since you’ve had an EKG and an echocardiogram, so we’ll start there.”

Steve nods, he had been expecting that much at least. He’s been socking away money for when he finally was able to make this appointment, since he knew it would end up leading to expensive tests. “Right, works for me. Now… I have to ask, are you looking for more than just a scene or two at Maria’s club? Or would you be interested in seeing where this goes, because honestly? I’d love to see what happens here — whether it’s purely vanilla dating, or if you’d like to discuss a trial contract at some point.”

“I never thought I’d find someone into that kind of thing — being my dom, outside of a club,” Bucky says softly, his eyes focused on where he’s rubbing his thumb back and forth on Steve’s hand. “Steve, you have no idea… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that first night. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. I would love both,” he says before looking up at Steve and leaning in. “Maybe you could be my boyfriend and my dom, if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

Steve closes the distance and presses his lips against Bucky’s, feeling him relax against his mouth and quietly sigh when Steve reaches up to cup his jaw, tilting his head to really lean into the kiss. “Absolutely,” he says once he pulls back. “You have no idea just how much I’d be interested in that. Just fix my shitty valve and maybe one day, Maria will stop gloating that she was the one who suggested I go to the room you were in, in the first place.”

“Hey,” Bucky says seriously, leaning back but keeping his hands on Steve. “I’m good at my job, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We just can’t — no one here can know, okay? I can’t treat you if they pull my license.”

Steve can’t help it, he runs his fingers through Bucky’s hair again, delighting in the fact that Bucky’s eyes droop partially closed and he leans into Steve’s hand. “Next time, you’re going to fuck me in my own bed, and maybe I’ll show you the stash of toys I have at home.”

Bucky’s eyes snap back open at that and gives Steve a pleading look. “Sir — fuck, please.”