A/N: Hi. My Stucky feels hurt. Here's some smut.

I sat alone at the bar, nursing a beer and watching a woman who was drunk off her ass finish her drunken rendition of Taylor Swift's Shake It Off. It was kinda amusing how drunk and dumb she sounded.

It was karaoke night at Red Room Bar and Club and I was trying desperately to get drunk, as I still wasn't over my wife's sudden disappearance almost a year ago. I couldn't get drunk though. It was impossible.

But then, an extremely handsome man with a hauntingly familiar face climbed onto the stage.

Long, dark hair framed his pale face and one of his sleeves was pinned up, letting us know that he was missing an arm. His stride was short but fast and his hips rocked similarly to the way a woman's does. He wore faded jeans that probably used to be a nice dark blue, a red long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of combat boots.

He stepped up to the mic, clearing his throat.

"Hello, everyone. I'd like to dedicate this song to the husband I left about a year ago. If he were here, I'd tell him he was a stupid punk and that I was sorry I abandoned him, taking the kids with me." He cleared his throat again before setting into the song, his voice filled with sadness and so much emotion.

"Stuck in the jetwash

Bad trip I couldn't get off 

And maybe I bit off more than I could chew

And overhead of the aqua blue 

Fall to your knees bring on the rapture 

Blessed be the boys time can't capture 

On film or between the sheets 

I always fall from your window 

To the pitch black streets 

And with the black banners raised as the crooked smiles fade 

Former heroes who quit too late 

Just wanna fill up the trophy case again 

And in the end 

I'd do it all again 

I think you're my best friend 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

I'll be yours 

When it rains it pours

Stay thirsty like before 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

I'm not passive but aggressive 

Take note, it's not impressive 

Empty your sadness, like you're dumping your purse 

On my bedroom floor 

We put your curse in reverse 

And it's our time now if you want it to be 

Maul the world like a carnival bear set free 

And your love is anemic and I can't believe 

That you couldn't see it coming for me 

And I still feel that rush in my veins 

It twists my head just a bit too thin 

All those people in those old photographs I've seen are dead 

And in the end 

I'd do it all again 

I think you're my best friend

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

I'll be yours 

When it rains it pours 

Stay thirsty like before

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

And sometimes I just want to sit around 

And gaze at my shoes yeah

And let your dirty sadness fill me up 

Just like a balloon 

And in the end

I'd do it all again 

I think you're my best friend 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright 

And I'll be yours 

When it rains it pours 

Stay thirsty like before 

Don't you know that the kids aren't all, kids aren't alright "He finished, his voice breaking. He jumped off the stage, surprise etched onto his face as he got a standing ovation from the people who were watching. He pelted over to where I sat at the bar and sat next to me, burying his head in the crook of his arm.

"Hey, man. That was beautiful." I said, patting him on the back. He peeked at me from under his arm. Tear tracks stained his cheeks. "Oh dude, are you okay?"

"I hope that my music was beautiful, asshole, I sang it from the heart, imbecile." he snapped at me, frustrated and upset. "The idiot I sang it for doesn't even know who I am anymore and probably didn't even know that I sang that song for his sorry ass."

"Who's him?" I asked stupidly, though I was trying to piece together what he was telling me.

"Urgh..." the singer rubbed his forehead. "Hey, Nat!" He called for the barkeep. She walked up with a 100 proof vodka.

"Come here my pet Russian, I have a drink for you." She teased, putting it down in front of the singer. "Not that you wouldn't come running when you hear the word vodka."

"Thanks, Natnat." The singer said, lovingly to the barkeep, batting her arm.

"No problem, brother dear." She replied, sauntering away.

"So...I repeat, who's him?" I asked again as the singer took a swig of vodka.

"Let me mentally prepare myself to tell you, Stevie." He muttered. Then the truth hit me like a pile of bricks.

"OHMIGOD. YOU. WHAT THE FUCK. IT CANT BE." I screeched. He looked at me with sorrow frosting those familiar blue eyes. "Becky?"

"Oh hell no. Call me Bucky. I looked like a woman because of an experiment. Now that I'm pretty much back to normal, I'm clearly a guy, though I have yet to go out for a haircut."

"But I don't have kids...? And I'm not gay."

"I know ya ain't gay. I ain't that stupid. You may not be gay, but ya sure as hell ain't straight, Steve. I should know. I've been married to you for three years." Bucky pauses to take another swig of vodka."Also-I was pregnant with your twins when I left you."

"Well, I like your name. Would ya like to try to bring back our old magic?" I ask with a sly smile.

"Let me get drunk first, Steve, otherwise I might talk myself out of it." Bucky replied, trying for a smile.

---------nobody's pov----------

When Bucky was drunk, but still partially coherent, he dragged Steve off to his house and Bucky threw Steve onto his bed with enough force to throw a baby elephant about fifty feet, but Steve found that he didn't mind.

"So am I the one getting fucked tonight?" Steve asked, his voice hardly above a whisper.

Bucky shot a look at him as he pulled his shirt off and put his metal arm on, confirming that, yes, Steve was getting fucked tonight.

"Okay then..." Steve whispered.

"Doll, why are you whispering? We're the only ones here. My half-sister's mom and girlfriend are babysitting while my sister is tending the bar. Nat's mom is at her house with the twins, considering she's their gramma." Bucky said with a teasing smile. "Imma pleasure you and make ya moan my name."

Steve trembled at the thought, unsure, but Bucky looked so dead set on pleasuring him, so he let Bucky push him back and remove his shirt, climbing onto the bed so that his face was above Steve's yet he wasn't touching the blonde yet.

"Damn, Doll, you are so beautiful." Bucky whispered before starting to slide Steve's pants down his legs, slowly and deliberately before pitching them over his shoulder. He got off of Steve again to root through his top drawer for lube for when he was actually going to fuck Steve up the ass.

"You're not so bad yourself, Buck." Steve replied, his voice cracking as Bucky tied his hair back. Damn, that ass though... Steve thought to himself, his face flushing red.

"Darlin', you're built like a Greek god. I'm more like a construction worker." Bucky grunted before kissing Steve. The blonde kissed back hard, causing Bucky to chuckle. "Wow, look who's too sex-deprived to be reluctant now..." He teased before peppering Steve's face and neck with little kisses, looking for a sweet spot. He bit Steve's collar bone, causing the blonde to mewl with pleasure and pain.

"B-buck. Stop biting my c-collar b-bone..." Steve moaned.

"Something tells me that your sweet spots are where you're really well defined..."

"Like what?"

"Jawbone, collar bones,...hips...hmmmm..." Bucky trailed off before leaving a hickey on Steve's jawbone. Steve flushed and fought back a moan, instead groaning almost silently. Bucky trailed his mismatched hands down Steve's torso before trailing lazily back up again and leaning forward to lick the bite he left on the blonde's left collar bone, causing Steve to go hard.

Bucky played with Steve's hardened nipples before letting his hands trail back down Steve's body as if he knew that the blonde was hard.

Bucky flipped Steve over onto his stomach, positioning the blonde so that he could push his cock into Steve's ass, but instead of going straight in, he slicked up his fingers and cock, knowing that he had to prepare so he didn't hurt Steve on his first up-the-ass sex.

"Ready, darling?" Bucky asked, positioning his hands.

"Bucky, I've been ready this whole time. If you're gonna fuck me, fuck me."

Bucky pressed two fingers into Steve's hole, earning a slight moan. Bucky smiled to himself before pressing a third finger in, getting Steve to moan louder. The brunette forced his fingers apart, stretching open Steve's hole wider.

"Bucky...(!)" Steve cried out, his whole body trembling and sweating. Bucky grinned, before admiring Steve in his current state. 

Steve was mewling and hard, sweating and flushed, yet so so beautiful. And Bucky decided to tell Steve that as he unzipped his pants and took them off. "Look at you, Stevie-Doll. So beautiful." Bucky murmured, planting a kiss on one of Steve's shoulder blades, causing Steve to beg incoherently.

"B-bucky, please~~~..." Steve begged. Bucky planted another kiss on the base of Steve's neck before easing his cock into Steve. Steve groaned, gripping the sheets as Bucky held his hips in place and began to grind, trying to get the right amount of friction. Steve's ass tightened around Bucky's member, causing Bucky to moan with pleasure and go hard. 

Bucky thrusted forward slightly, earning a long, loud moan that sounded suspiciously like his name from Steve as Bucky found the blonde's prostrate. Bucky smirked after stopping for a moment.

"What do you want, doll?" Bucky asked mockingly, leaning over Steve's back as he gripped the blonde's upper arms.

"More, please, Buck, pleasepleasepleaseplease, more...(!)" Steve begged, panting. "I WANT YOU."

"What's the magic word, doll?"

"PLEASE FUCK ME!"

"Aw, look who I've reduced to a bottom...so beautiful..." Bucky said before resuming.

"Harder, faster, please~...!!" Steve moaned.

Bucky's thrusts picked up speed as he pounded into Steve.

"B-bucky, I'm gonna cum~..."

"No, doll, not yet..." Bucky trailed off as he filled Steve up from the inside and moaned with pleasure before thrusting some more, causing Steve to cum all over the sheets.

"Well, that was worth it..." Bucky muttered laying down next to Steve after easing out of the other man's ass.

"Yes it was." Steve said, still panting slightly. He turned his head to face Bucky, smiling tiredly but happily. His pupils were still blown up slightly, making him look almost surreal. Bucky found that beautiful. He kissed Steve happily again.

"I love you, Buck." Steve whispered after Bucky stopped kissing him.

"I love you too, Stevie-Doll. Now let's go get cleaned up, shall we?"

"Yeah."