Featuring:Being on the run was difficult. After the events in Berlin, the fight at the airport and severing ties with Tony, at least for now, Steve was forced to go into hiding with Nat and Sam. From motel to motel, they kept moving, with Steve growing out a beard and his hair, but still keeping his impressive, strong build. Tonight, the runaways had found a motel somewhere in a small, forgotten town. Steve carried the bags as they approached the main door, with them all wearing caps and sunglasses. But as they drew closer, they saw that there was a sign on the dusty glass door saying ‘CLOSED’. “Looks like it’s been out of business for some time.” Sam mentioned, peeking inside and seeing how abandoned it looked. “Perfect. Means less potential people who can report us.” Natasha said. After the Black Widow finished picking the lock, the three of them went inside. It was a dusty, murky lobby room. It looked like it hadn't been open for a few months or so. “On the bright side, at least we have this place to ourselves.” Steve shrugged. “Aw yeah, I've always wanted a turd to myself.” Sam scoffed, flicking a switch despite the power being out. “It'll do. We’re only here for the night, anyway.” Steve chuckled. Little did the three heroes know that they had actually been followed. In a van, not far from the motel, at the corner of the road, Quentin Beck had been waiting. Ever since he saw Steve stand up to Tony, he felt a strong desire to taste the inspiring fugitive. He had his drone tech, which Tony ignorantly called BARF, in the van with him. He waited a few hours, until he was sure that the trio would either be asleep or in bed.
“Alright, boys. Don't fail me now.” He told the drones, fitting a metal glove onto his hand. He sent out the drones into the street, making them cloak themselves. Then, he prepared himself before getting out of the van and heading towards the motel. Steve was in his room, which was a few doors away from Nat and Sam, as he liked to have his privacy. After stripping down to his white tank top and black pair of briefs, he sat on the edge of his bed. He took a long, deep breath. “We got this, Steve.” He said quietly. “It's worth it, for Bucky’s safety.” He whispered to himself. He was just about to get into bed properly, when there was a knock at the door. “Sam, I have no interest in playing poker all night again!” Steve called out, rolling his eyes as he opened his door. But standing there before him was… BUCKY! … or so he thought. “Hi Steve.” The supposed Bucky smiled. Despite how real he looked, Steve had no idea that Bucky was being projected onto Quentin Beck. Quentin’s eyes stared at Steve’s face and couldn't help but look down at the impressive body inside the tank top and the black boxer briefs that left little to the imagination. “B-Bucky? How-What are you doing here?” Steve stammered. “You’re supposed to be in Wakanda.” “I know. But they let me go. I had to see you, I missed you.” 'Bucky' told him as he walked into Steve’s room. “We have to tell Nat and Sam.” Steve said, going to leave, but Quentin stopped him, grabbing his wrist. “Actually… If you don't mind. I’d rather we have a moment alone, first.” 'Bucky' said before forcefully pulling Steve into a kiss. At first, the Captain was surprised as he felt his long lost best friend's arms wrap around him, but he was soon lost in the embrace and kissed back. Quentin’s metal glove squeezed Steve’s ass as they hungrily made out, with Steve none the wiser that he was kissing an illusion. “Mmm- Bucky… I missed you so much…” Steve breathed between kisses as he pushed the jacket off of 'Bucky'’s shoulders. “I've missed your body.” Quentin growled, before kissing at Steve’s neck, tasting the perfect skin on the defined neck. He gripped the bottom corners of Steve’s tank top before pulling it up over his head, revealing the beautifully muscular, defined body. “Oh fuck…” Quentin shuddered before forcefully pushing Steve onto the bed, onto his back with his feet dangling over the edge. Then the fake Bucky pulled his own shirt up over his head, revealing his muscular body. “When did you get so hairy?” Steve half laughed. “Something in the Wakandan food.” Quentin shrugged before reaching down and gripping the waistband of Steve’s underwear and pulling them straight down his legs. The huge monster cock was freed. 'Bucky' went down to his knees, between Steve’s legs and stared upon the monolithic pillar of meat. Without any further hesitation, Quentin parted his lips and took the cock straight into his mouth. “Ohhhh fuckkkk…” Steve groaned, rolling his head back as he felt supposed best friend’s throat around his cock. Quentin kept taking more and more before inevitably gagging on the shaft. “Out of practice?” Steve smirked, flashing his pits as he put his hands behind his head. Quentin moaned around the shaft before continuing to bob his head up and down, finally tasting the infamous flagpole. He had thought about it for so long and it was even better than he imagined. Quentin was rock hard in his dark jeans as he continued to slurp and drool around the thick rod. “Oh fuck, Bucky… That feels so good, baby…” Steve moaned, gripping Quentin’s hair as he worked his way up and down the throbbing beast. “Shit, Bucky, I've wanted this for so long.” He groaned, before the illusionist’s popped off the end of the long pole. “Me too. Hands and knees.” 'Bucky' instructed, standing up as he began undoing his pants. “You got it.” Steve breathed, getting on his hands and knees. His huge, fat, juicy ass pointed directly at Quentin, who’s dark jeans fell to his ankles, along with the boxers he had on underneath. His cock finally sprung free. Quentin slapped his cock against Steve’s pink hole, making the super soldier whimper and moan. “Yeah, you want it?” 'Bucky' growled, giving America’s Ass a slap. “Fuck yeah, Bucky. Give it to me!” Steve pleaded. “Mmmm, not just yet.” Quentin smirked before leaning down and burying his face between the cheeks. “Oh fuck!!” Steve gasped out as he felt Quentin’s tongue forcefully penetrate the pink walls. “Fuck yeah, Bucky!” He moaned as he felt Quentin’s hands massaging his ass, his tongue going as deep as it could go. The tongue went back and forth, fucking the hole whilst grinding against his walls, not leaving a single cell untouched. “Oh my God, please Bucky… Please… I need it so badly…” Steve begged after Quentin spanked his ass with the metal hand for the third time. “Since you asked so desperately…” Quentin muttered into his ass before standing back up straight again. Steve heard him spit onto his cock before he felt the tip against his entrance. Without a word, the fake Bucky slammed into Steve’s ass. “Oh FUCK!” Steve cried out from the sheer pleasure. “I guess you got tired of going in slow, huh?” Steve half laughed but Quentin more or less ignored him. Instead, he just gripped Steve’s hips and like a machine, began aggressively thrusting his cock in and out of the fugitive. “That’s it! Fucking take it!” Quentin grunted, plunging his cock deep into America’s Ass, making the super soldier moan into the bedsheets. Quentin gripped Steve’s hips tightly as his balls slapped against Steve’s round ass, going harder and harder. “Oh my God… Bucky... Mmmm, baby…” Steve groaned as the bed rocked back and forth, creaking beneath the pile of moving muscle. Quentin reached over and took a handful of the blond hair, pulling his head back so he could hear Steve moan louder. “Argh fuck yeah, Steve! You like that? Ohhh fuck yeah!” 'Bucky' grunted, giving Steve’s ass a spank with his other metal-gloved hand. “Oh yeah, Buck… Fuck, you feel so good!” Steve muttered, stroking his own cock as he felt the same rush of pleasure getting rammed into him again and again. “Fuck yeah, you have that right. You wanna cum for me? You wanna shoot that huge load, slut?” Quentin snarled, leaning down and kissing at the broad, powerful back. “Oh yeah, I'm so close Bucky. You?” Steve moaned as Quentin’s fake metal hand squeezed his tit like a stress ball. “Yeah, I'm gonna breed your ass nice and good, got it?” 'Bucky' said, grazing his teeth against his back. “Oh yeah! It’s been so long! I want it so bad!” Steve whimpered, forehead glistening in sweat. Quentin couldn't hold back for much longer. With a few more thrusts, the illusionist couldn't hold back any longer. “GAAARGGGHHH!! Fuck! Ohhhh FUCK YEAH! Take it SLUT!” Quentin roared, his cock pulsating inside the pink hole as he unloaded deep inside of Steve’s ass. “Oh fuck, Bucky! Shit, I'm gonna cum too…” Steve groaned, still stroking himself off as Quentin’s knees buckled. “Do it! Cum, Captain!” 'Bucky' panted. “Ur-arrrgh-urrrrrghhhh!!” Steve moaned loudly as his cock erupted. Like a firehose, he began blasting load after load onto the bed. A lake of Super Soldier Spunk formed on the bedsheets as he shook and spasmed, still holding himself up on his hands and knees. When they were both finished, Steve soon collapsed into the bed, with Quentin soon doing the same. He fell back onto the not-soaked side of the bed. “Holy shit… Bucky… That was so amazing…” Steve breathed. “I know.” Quentin half laughed, panting heavily - his projection keeping up with his heaving chest. “Was that what you meant by me being your mission, cos you definitely accomplished it.” Steve scoffed. “Huh?” Quentin frowned. “‘You’re my mission’. Remember?” Steve said, immediately starting to get suspcious. “Oh… Right, yeah, definitely.” Quentin nodded. “It was so romantic wasn't it?” “Yeah. Magical, even.” “On top of the Eiffel Tower…?” “You looked so beautiful-” “Who are you?” Steve questioned, immediately getting off of the bed, his abs dripping in his own white seed. “Steve? It’s me, Bucky. What’s up with you?” Quentin said, panicking a bit, holding his metal hand out. Steve grabbed the metal glove and ripped it off Quentin’s hand, causing a glitch in the projections. Although it looked like Quentin had a metal hand, it no longer felt like it. “Who are you?!” Steve yelled, furiously. Quentin didn't answer though. “Protocol blackout!” Quentin barked. Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness. Steve looked around and all he could see was a green mist at his feet. “What the hell?” He muttered, eyes darting around in the darkness. He heard a door slam, before soon, the ominous darkness faded away. Steve’s room returned to him as he stood there, naked, soaked and filled with cum. He held the metal glove in his fist. He was angry and hurt, but as he felt the drip of cum leaking out of his ass and down his thigh, he couldn't help but love that he got a night with Bucky… Even if it wasn't the real Bucky. “What was that?” Steve sighed before falling back onto his puddle of spunk.
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