His chest grazed the floor. With little effort, he pushed himself back up.
"Forty-three."
Bucky had woke up with an erection the size of the Empire State Building. That wasn't completely unusual. Sleeping next to his muscled boyfriend usually helped though but this morning, Steve was missing. He figured he would return shortly since typically Steve was exceptionally good about telling him wherever he went. Not that he really needed to since it wasn't like Steve couldn't take care of himself these days but he knew Bucky still worried. Being that it was morning, he assumed that Steve had gone to get them breakfast.
So he'd taken a shower.
But after awhile and no sign of Steve and still aching too much between his legs, Bucky knew he had to distract himself. Push-ups seemed an obvious choice. Not only did he need to keep up his strength but having Steve walk in when he was building up a sweat? He hoped Steve didn't need more of an invitation to try and fuck him into the floor.
Bucky's mind had gone to some strange places that morning. He'd been horny before but he'd usually been able to ignore it. The temptation to take care of himself and let Steve find him that way was strong. If Steve hadn't returned by the time he got to a hundred, that was his next plan.
Steve walked in at ninety-four.
Bucky grunted from the open space between their beds, determined to reach a hundred now since he was so close. It hadn't been a hard set but there was a slight sheen to his skin now. Sweaty and ready. If only Steve were the floor.
"Morning, sunshine." Bucky hopped up to his feet once he was done and threw a smile over at him. Then his nose wrinkled at a familiar smell. "Did you burn something?"