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“If I hear this song one more time I swear I will throw myself off the nearest bridge!” Bucky exclaimed, turning off the radio. He then grabbed another of the drum kit bags and made it up to Natasha.
“I don’t know what you have against Civil War in particular, it’s just another one of those bubblegum-pop songs you despise so much?” she questioned as she carried her guitar case into the building before them.
“Yeah, but this is like, the worst. Ever. Have you ever even actually listened to it?” Truth was, he didn’t know what he had against the song exactly. He didn’t even know anything beyond the song itself, who it was by or what album it belonged to. Bucky just hated it with a passion.
“Dude, you do realize F4 is the headliner of this event, right? You’re probably gonna hear it another 12 times in the common room alone today.” Clint raised an eyebrow at him. He was just packing away his own guitar case.
“The fuck is F4, dude, stop speaking in riddles.” Bucky frowned, throwing the guitar pick he just found in the van at his friend’s head.
“Fantastic Four? The band responsible for Civil War? You know, the song on the radio you just turned off? Have you been living under a rock? They are everywhere.” Matt informed him. Bucky simply flipped him off, even though, since Matt was blinded when he was nine years old, he wouldn’t be able to see it.
“He just flipped me off, didn’t he?” Matt smiled to himself. He always pulled shit like this and quite frankly it freaked Bucky out a little.
“Yeah, dude, that’s so rude? Should’ve at least added a ‘fuck you’ or something so Matty here would’ve had a chance to know what’s going on?” Peter pointed a finger at Bucky, tutting him.
“I hate you all so much.”
“Nonsense, you love us and you know it.” Nat smirked and handed him a magazine. “Page 20. Educate yourself.”
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Bucky sat down on the couch in their tiny dressing room, opening the magazine Nat had given him.
“The next big thing? Wow, what has the world come to?” he huffed at the opening sentence. Apparently the four men were casted into the band almost two years ago through some (shitty, of that Bucky was sure) casting show on TV. Bucky was fairly sure he had never heard of House Of M, although he had heard about Malekith before, who apparently ran this stupid show. Yeah, this dude was like a huge thing in pop music or something. Not that Bucky gave a flying pygmies fuck about any of that.
“Wow. They named their debut-album after the room they first auditioned in? How original. Room 616. Seriously?” Bucky snorted.
“Well, I think it’s kinda cute. That’s where they started.”
“Nat, you literally wanted to name our album after your favorite cocktail, I don’t think you’re qualified to give your opinion here.”
“Fuck you, Barnes.” Nat threw one of Matt’s drum sticks at his head.
“Natasha, I would really appreciate it if you stopped throwing my stuff. Barnes, give it back. I need to practice.” Matt held out a hand and Bucky put the drum stick back.
“You’re so lame, Murdock.” Bucky laughed, but Matt only shrugged.
“Well, opposite to other members of this band, I actually give a fuck about what we sound like on stage. So yeah, I’m gonna practice.”
“Whatever. Hey, anyone up for a look at the food this place has to offer?”
***
“Ugh. I can’t believe we have to do this!” Steve exclaimed as he flung himself into the couch cushions.
“It’s work, Steve. Just another job.” Sam shrugged, sipping on his diet coke like he was some sort of poster boy. To be fair, he sort of was. Steve was, too. They all were, really.
“You have something against cancer charities, Rogers?” Tony frowned, typing away on his phone again. He was probably texting his girlfriend Pepper. At first Steve had thought the nickname to be ridiculous, but when he had met Pepper in person, he couldn’t help but admit how fitting it was.
“That’s not it and you know it. I just hate this sitting around and waiting before a show. Hey, does anyone wanna go see some of the bands later?” Tony scoffed and shot Steve a quick glance.
“No thank you.” He said. “I’m good here.
“It’s just PR anyway, Steve. We don’t even have to be good. I mean, we will be great no matter what, but we don’t have to put too much effort into it. Sharon doesn’t really care about the donations we’ll help to raise, if we’re being honest here.” he continued.
“Do you know who else is playing? I don’t think I recognized any of the bands.” Thor threw in.
“Nah, I just gave them a quick listen. There’s this one band, Crossbones I think? They’re pretty decent. Might not be your cup of tea though, they’re doing metalcore and like, post-hardcore.”
“And such music is your cup of tea?” Thor gave him an unconvinced look.
“No, not so much.” Steve chuckled. “But that aside they do know what they’re doing. So, you up for it?” Sam and Thor agreed to go.
With a glance to his watch Steve realized that would still give him another two hours with nothing to do. So Steve pulled out his phone and checked his overflowing E-Mail account. That didn’t take long though, most of the messages were deleted immediately, others he forwarded to Sharon and Wanda to deal with.
There was a message of a rather well-known model, Yelena Belova, asking if he wanted to meet up for a cup of coffee. Sighing, he turned her down politely, under the pretense that he was just too busy to date. That was, when he felt Sam nudging him.
“Dude staring at you at ten o’clock.”
Steve turned his head almost immediately.
“Your other ten o’clock.”
So Steve turned his head to the other side to see a guy in black skinny jeans and a low-cut Metallica tank top staring straight at him. He raised an eyebrow and smiled friendly at the stranger. The guy could not be older than himself, with chocolate brown hair that looked slightly messed up and a jaw line that put Michelangelo’s master piece to shame. Fuck, he was hot. The guy just looked away. Steve swallowed audibly, trying his hardest to do the same. Sam next to him tried to stifle a laugh.
“Shut up, you piece of shit.” Steve nudged him with his elbow and bestowed another look upon the mystery stranger before looking away.
He thought he had seen the guy turn away his gaze again just then, but he couldn’t be sure. It might have only been his imagination. Wouldn’t be the first time, would it?
“I’m just saying.” Sam laughed “Seriously, dude’s been staring at ya for quite some time, man.” Steve just nodded absently, looking around the room.
At this time of day the common room of the Say No To Cancer charity festival’s backstage area was fairly empty, a few employees were waiting patiently behind the tables and some of the band’s security personnel was there. The stranger seemed to be with his friends, chatting away and laughing occasionally. Not to mention that the guy’s laughter echoed from the walls and sent shivers down Steve’s spine. The things he’d give to hear his voice just talking, or – preferably – moani- Jesus, Steve, get a grip. You’re gay, not desperate.
His train of thought was rudely interrupted by Sharon, who suddenly appeared out of thin air.
“Guys, your Q&A panel with Hydra magazine was pushed forward, so you have another half hour to get yourselves look presentable. I’ll see you in thirty minutes, room 0800. Do try to be on time, please.” She shot Tony a look as she said the last part, who just shrugged in return.
He couldn’t help being the Fantastic Four rebel. The media loved him for that. And so far he had played his part beautifully.
The stranger loaded a few pastries onto his plate and then sat down across the room, nipping at his beer bottle and picking at the food in front of him. He looked vaguely familiar, the kind of face you see in a crowd and never really get out of your head again. Even though Steve couldn’t see his face clearly across the room, it seemed like the guy was blushing at something his red-headed friend had said and he turned his head away from her into Steve’s direction. Then he got up and walked over across the room towards him and he felt his heart rate accelerate. Fuck. What would he say? Steve felt his cheeks burning and quickly averted his gaze to the ground. This guy was trouble. Forbidden fruit. This couldn’t happen and Steve knew it. So he pulled his phone out and started the Candy Crush app. But he couldn’t help looking up again, just a quick glance. Hottie was walking past him, sadly, towards the giant refrigerator that Steve noticed just now. He pulled out a few beers and Steve’s mind was all over the place, noticing how fucking amazing his ass looked in those jeans. He turned around on his heels, one hand still on the door handle.
“Yo Tasha, you want a light one?” He yelled across the room in a husky voice that made Steve’s head spin.
The red-headed girl narrowed her eyes at him. She was beautiful, Steve had to admit, but sort of frightening when she looked like this. She didn’t say anything, but apparently she didn’t have to. The guy just closed the door again smirking and Steve felt his eyes on him for a second.
“Gotta go Stevie.” He heard Sam say “Better not make the fans wait, right?” Steve nodded absently and picked himself up.
The group met up with Sharon, Wanda and the rest of their bodyguards in a room on the ground floor, some nameless people handed each of them a microphone, before they headed outside. They didn’t make it further than 20 feet before the screaming started. Steve would never get used to this. It was nice to a certain degree, but also a rather stressful experience. That you picked yourself, Rogers. Be grateful, he reminded himself. So he smiled and waved at the crowd in front of him, sitting down on one of the stools between Sam and Thor. He recognized one of the girls in the front row, what was her name again? Kamala? Something like that. He poked Thor between the ribs (which was easier said than done; Thor was a massive meatball), making him jump. Both of them waved at her. It was cute seeing the girl lose her mind over this small gesture. It was also really weird though; Steve was just a guy.
“We’re here with Fantastic Four today, are you excited?!” someone introduced them and the screaming picked up again. “Damn right! Give those guys a warm round of applause, please! Let’s get right into it. You, girl in the red shirt, you have the honor of the first question!”
A girl no older than 13 stood up and beamed at the group, hands shaking as she was handed a microphone.
“H- hello! Uh uhm so my- my question is for Thor: Is there anything you miss about Australia when you are in the US?”
“Tim Tams.” Thor nodded beside him and shrugged.
By now he had to have said that no less than fifty times in various interviews. It was always the same, really. Most of the time Steve didn’t mind, but sometimes he was utterly annoyed by how little effort people put into their interviews. He knew all of the kids in the crowd today had to write their questions down beforehand and Sharon had looked through them all before approving them. So it was only a matter of time until the inevitable question had to come up.
“Hi guys! My name’s Kitty and I love you so much! So my question is for Steve, actually: Do you have a girlfriend?” More than a few started giggling at that. Kitty’s cheeks flushed.
Steve should be used to this by now. But he wasn’t, he never would be. The smile on his face faltered for a second. The question was simple, the answer not so much.
“No, I’m still waiting for my one true love and until I find it I’m gonna put all my energy into our music.” Steve said automatically and smiled.
It didn’t feel right. Because it wasn’t the truth, it was merely a half-truth. He said what Sharon had told him to say. It was what she knew worked best for the band’s image and he had to be okay with that, whether he liked it or not. That’s how it worked. He tried to not let it get to his head too much. Instead he concentrated on the next question and the one after that. The girls (to be honest, there were never many guys around) were sweet and most of them looked like it was a good thing an ambulance was close by.
Time flew by and when every question was asked and answered more or less honestly, they shot a quick group picture and went back to where they came from. Sadly there was no time to go back to the common room again, Steve noticed glancing at the clock on their dressing room wall, when he wanted to see Crossbones’ whole gig. For a moment he considered staying, but Sam and Thor dragged him outside before he could protest. On their way over to the main stage they had to stop multiple times to take pictures with some employees of the event. They didn’t mind.
When they took the few steps up to the stage and tried to find a spot at the side, where nobody would be able to see them and they wouldn’t be in the way of anyone, the band was just playing their intro. They all looked deep in thought, lost somewhere only dedicated artists went in this moment. Steve loved the moment just before a show started. When the fans screamed and the speakers blared up, but in his body was nothing other than calmness. The singer came onstage and opened the first song with a scream that went right into Steve’s bone marrow and left him dizzy for a second. And his heart dropped to the ground a second later, when he recognized the man in skinny jeans and a worn-out Metallica-tank.
“Fuck.” he muttered to himself, feeling his heart rate spike up. The thought of this guy being able to produce screams as piercing as this one did all the things to his body.
“I know, right?!” Sam beside him seemed to be rather shocked at where this song went. But then again, Sam was a Marvin Gaye fanboy, so this reaction was to be expected.
“This is definitely something different.” Thor agreed nodding, arms crossed in front of his chest.
The first few songs passed by Steve in a blur, he was far too concentrated on staring the guy down.
“If you didn’t already know by the huge backdrop behind us, we’re Crossbones from Brooklyn. And uh- given why we’re all here today I’d like to dedicate this next song to my mom Freddie who passed away from lung cancer way before her time and uh- to my sister, wherever she might be right now. This is ‘Becky’.” The guy said then.
The crowd cheered, but Steve could see him swallow before closing his eyes, holding the mic to his mouth and the other one out to the crowd.
A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands. Left you weak, left you hungry…
Suddenly Steve had to swallow around the lump in his throat himself. The bare emotion this guy put into every word was unreal.
Let me paint this clear, life is short, my dear. See your mother here, her last painful year; I wish you only knew- she stuck around for you…
Steve had to fight the urge to walk up to him and wrap his arms around him. What had this guy been through?
I can't stand to see you down, strung out, off the wagon, and undwound. But steady, steady, Oh God, Becky, Becky, I can't bear to hear the sound of your body, body hitting the ground...
After the song was over the guy panted and looked over the people in front of him for a moment, trying to catch his breath and, from what Steve could guess, probably stop himself from crying right there and then. The guy seemed incredibly fragile just now and Steve’s heart melted. All the thoughts of expanding his musical horizon had been wiped from his mind. Fuck, he wish he could just talk to the guy.
He was so lost in thought that he almost missed how the red-headed girl, Tasha he had called her, poked the mystery stranger with her guitar head in between songs and nodded towards where Steve was standing. He turned his head confused and Steve felt his eyes on him, growing wide before looking away with a huge grin on his face. He tried to hide it, Steve could tell, but didn’t succeed. So, what exactly did that mean? It would be an understatement to say Steve was confused. His mind was racing. Was he so desperate for dick that he interpreted all kinds of things into other people’s behavior? Hopefully not. That’d be creepy. Or maybe, just maybe, the guy laughed at him? No, that’d be stupid, right?
The band played a few more songs, each one more brutal than the other. They all put so much energy into the time they had, the mystery guy climbing down the stage at one point to merge with the crowd going wild. Steve admired that. It was raw emotion, music for music’s sake. It was beautiful to watch, really. So it wasn’t exactly that he only stayed until they waved their audience and left the stage just because their fronter was hot. Definitely not.
Sam and Thor made a move to leave, but Steve wasn’t quite ready to. The mystery guy grabbed a towel and ran it down his face, leaving his hair all messed up. Which only made him so much hotter.
“Hey, care to move a little?” a piercing voice beside him interrupted, just as he felt someone prodding his side.
“Sorry.” Steve replied, stepping to the side so the girl could pass him. She was short, with dark brown hair that was hidden underneath a woolen beanie.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” She just mumbled and spread her arms wide open.
“Buckyyy!” she squealed in a pitch that made Steve’s ears hurt.
“Hey Darc’” the mystery guy grinned smugly, wrapping his sweaty arms around her. So now Steve finally had a name – Bucky. He considered this for a minute. Bucky. Yeah, that fit him pretty perfectly.
“That was so good! Like, honestly, you can watch it later ‘cause I taped it all ‘cause it was great!” the Darc-girl kept rambling and Bucky kissed the top of her head. Which made Steve’s stomach drop. He wondered if they were in a relationship. Of course. The cute ones always were, weren’t they? Bucky’s eyes met his and he smiled smugly.
“Hey there.” He simply greeted. Steve had trouble to contain himself. He had actually been spoken to.
“Hey. Great gig.” he felt his mouth go dry. Bucky’s smile widened.
“Thanks, man! Sorry, didn’t catch your name?” Oh, you smart fucker. Steve wondered if Bucky didn’t know his name for real (he needed someone to punch him in the face for just thinking this; good thing he wasn’t stuck-up or anything), or if he was flirting with him. He couldn’t tell.
“It’s Steve. Steve Rogers.” Bucky gave him a weak salute.
“Bucky Barnes.” He introduced himself and Steve smiled.
“Yeah well, that’s really cute and all and I hate interrupting you two love-birds, but you need to move. I need a shower.” The red-headed girl appeared behind Bucky and pushed forward.
“I’ll join you in a minute.” Bucky smirked at her.
“Fucking watch it, Barnes.” A blond guy grumbled behind her and shot Bucky a quick glance, before putting an arm around the girl. Bucky just laughed and shook his head.
“Sorry, gotta go, Stevie. These idiots wanna have shower sex. See ya ‘round.” Bucky pointed in the general direction of his bandmates and started walking.
“Fuck off, Barnes.” The girl flicked what appeared to be a guitar pick at him.
“Wow, what are we, invisible?” Sam murmured and Steve ruffled a hand through his hair.
“Aw, don’t be mad, Sammy.”
“Fuck off, Rogers. Let’s go, I need to pee.”
Steve just shook his head and together they went back to join Tony in their dressing room. It was still way too early to get changed and exploring the place was pretty much out of the picture. So they wound up playing a few rounds of table-top football before going back to the common room for food. Or, well, the others did. As soon as Steve entered the room he looked around. Bucky wasn’t there. Which wasn’t a surprise, really. They had probably already left after they finished. Steve sighed. Having trouble on deciding what to do next, he walked over to the others at the buffet. Taking in the amount of dishes in front of him, he grabbed a plate and ended up with a Caesar Salad. He turned around when he heard sniggering behind him.
“Gotta watch your figure, hm?”
“Got no figure to watch.” Steve snorted and smiled at Bucky awkwardly. Who just shrugged and raised an eyebrow at him.
“Whatever you say, dude.”
Steve waited for another moment, salad in his left hand, a diet coke in his right. When Bucky simply started putting food onto his plate, Steve left and sat down with his friends. The room wasn’t exactly crowded now, but a lot of people came in, grabbed some food and left again at the lack of spaces to sit down. There were quite a few cushions on the floor, but they were definitely meant for relaxing, rather than eating.
“Hey guys. You alright? No one’s bothering you? How’s the food?” Wanda appeared at the end of the table with a smile on her doll-like face.
She had her clipboard hugged to her chest. She constantly scribbled thoughts on it, things she’d have to do, questions that needed answering. She liked to do that on paper, said it gave her a quicker access to her thoughts. Their manager was a genuine person and Steve liked that about her. Wanda put their well-being before anything else, much unlike Schmidt, who had managed them for a rather short term of 3 months, right after they had been cast.
A smile flashed upon Steve’s face at the thought of that time, but he didn’t give it much thought, now that Tony was answering her.
“Peachy! People are rays of sunshine and quite frankly, I can’t wait for the meet and greet. That aside, the food tastes great. You should have some. Thor, get the lady something to eat!”
“I’d love to, Wanda, but I haven’t seen anything vegan yet. Perhaps you could have a look yourself? I wouldn’t want to mess up your dieting habits.”
“Thank you, Thor. I will. Do you guys mind?” she gestured to the seat beside Thor, who immediately patted down on the chair.
“Sure!” he smiled widely at her.
His crush on her was no secret, Thor was terrible at faking emotions. Which was why he wasn’t allowed to answer any questions that would have him tell a lie for an answer. Then again, everybody knew Wanda had a thing for Tony’s bodyguard Jarvis. He was the only one of them who insisted on being called by his last name.
The five of them spent another hour animatedly chatting away, emptying the plates on the table. They discussed current events, the weather and at one point Tony blurted out a cool line that they all immediately agreed they needed to use in one of the songs on their new album.
Wanda wrote it down on her clipboard, so it wouldn’t be lost.
“Gentlemen. I have been assigned to escort you to your next appointment. We will have to leave in 10 minutes.” Jarvis nodded as a greeting. He was the oldest in their team of bodyguards – Steve was assigned to the second oldest Coulson, Sam to Mack and Thor to Lance – which gave him some sort of unspoken authority aside from his job. He was professional through and through. Sometimes he was hard to read.
“If you will follow me, please.” Jarvis took the lead, the bandmates following behind him like ducklings.
Coulson closed the group, while Lance and Mack secured the sides. They were let outside the building, across a large outside area towards a large tipi in the near distance.
Steve felt giddy with anticipation. Meeting fans was always a nice adventure. He tried to take in his surroundings, the setting sun casting a warm glow over the place. The people rushing from one place to another. Talking over headphones. Other bands hanging out, a beer being shared. His eyes fell on a familiar red head then. Of course he craned his neck to get a look at hottie. From what Steve could see between Thor’s and Mack’s heads, Crossbones seemed to be having a meet and greet, too. Bucky’s smile was spread across his whole face as he looked over something in his hands and then wrapped his arms around the girl in front of him. He kissed the top of her head and mumbled something inaudible to her. She started crying at the words, but smiled nonetheless. Bucky only hugged her more tightly. He met Steve’s eyes for a second. Tasha was engaged in a conversation with a guy and Steve saw her actually smile at him. The drummer raised a hand and received a high-five. They took selfies. A lot of them. Everything about it seemed so warm and welcoming. Steve’s stomach cramped a little at the sight.
The group stopped in front of the tipi and was met by Sharon, who smiled at them. It wasn’t heartfelt though, so much Steve could make out. Why would it be; Sharon was working.
“Hello there. You know the routine, right? Don’t answer personal questions, no selfies and one signature per person only. Right! I’ll be back to get you in a minute.” With that she turned on her heels and entered the tent. They could hear her from where they were standing.
“Right, hello everyone! Welcome to the Fantastic Four meet and greet, are you excited?” Sharon was met with deafening screaming.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Okay, the band will be here in a few short moments. However, I would like to remind you to stay polite, there’s one picture per person and a group picture at the end. I know you are all very excited, but it would be nice if you could keep the volume at a minimum. So, here they are!”
That’s their cue. It always is. One by one they entered the tent, smiling, waving. There were about twenty girls in the room, a photographer and two press people. The light was bright and blinded Steve for a second. They talked to five girls at a time, spending about one minute on each one. It was barely enough for some small talk. Some dove right into it.
They hugged most of the teens, but it was nothing like how Bucky had hugged that girl outside and Steve knew it. He still enjoyed this, though.
Some of the girls have thought of poses to do and the four of them were willing to do just about anything to please their fans.
After 45 minutes it was all over. They were let outside again, escorted back to the main building, where they all headed for the dressing room to finally get changed. Luckily, they didn’t have matching stage outfits like boybands in the 90ies had. But they did all wear black skinny jeans with a grey shirt. Steve’s had a V-neck and Thor’s fainted mythological inscriptions on it, so they weren’t matching-matching. They all went on warming up their voices, various songs being sung at the same time. Thor and Tony started singing Broken Strings as a duet at some point.
When it was time, they stood around in a circle behind the stage, arms over each other’s shoulders, the other hands met inside the circle.
“Don’t let anyone ever dull your sparkle!” Sam half-shouted. It was cheesy, but this has gotten a ritual before every show. They all threw their hands into the air and made sounds of agreement and entered the stage to overwhelming screaming and people as far as the eye could see.
***
“Why do you even wanna go? I thought you hated pretentious boyband music?” Peter looked confused.
“I do, okay! I just wanna check cutie out while I still have the chance!” Bucky flung himself into a camping chair dramatically.
“I don’t know what to say. I’m out of words. You make me speechless, Barnes.” Clint shook his head, sipping on his beer.
“Then don’t say anything? Just get your fat ass up out of that chair and let’s goo!” Bucky whined. Was it that difficult to understand?
“So you wanna hook up with one of the biggest popstars in the world right now? Are you sure you thought that through, what with not wanting to destroy your non-existent tough-guy-image?” Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.
“I hate you so much, Natasha. I don’t wanna hook up with him, I just want to- ugh, why am I even explaining myself to you? Will you please just come?” Bucky huffed.
“Nah, sorry. I think we’re good.” Natasha buried her head deeper into Clint’s chest. They were so cute together, it was disgusting. Bucky pretended to gag and was flipped off by both of them.
“I’ll come, if it shuts you up.” Matt shrugged. Bucky all but jumped out of his seat.
“Then what are we waiting for! Let’s go!” he took Matt’s arm and guided him.
They made it over from their van to the backstage area and had quite some trouble to even get up onto the stage. Bucky tried his hardest not to roll his eyes at the security guy. He was just doing his work. Very thoroughly. Eventually they climbed up the stairs to the stage and made their way through a mob of photographers to almost the exact spot where Steve had been standing just hours ago. Bucky grinned at the realization. They were a bit late apparently, Bucky could see the four guys already dancing ridiculously. He snorted.
“This is some straight up 90ies shit.”
“They don’t even sound too bad. Do you think they’re using like, autotune or something?” Matt beside him asked.
“Nah, probably not. Think their voices just sound that perfect.” Bucky shrugged.
The song was a cheesy love song about a guy who had messed up and was now wanting a second chance. Bucky had to keep himself from sticking his fingers into his ears. The sight was a mess and Bucky felt second-hand embarrassment at its finest. If Rogers wasn’t so damn hot this wouldn’t be worth it. But just the sight of him in the tightest black skinny jeans Bucky had ever laid eyes on was worth every second of this. That sight alone was rather mouthwatering. The choreography for this song was simple, involving few movements with their arms. Instead there was a lot of hip-rolling and thrusting going on, which made Bucky’s mouth water even more.
“Fuck, he’s so hot.” Bucky blurted out before thinking better of it.
“I don’t see it.” Matt deadpanned. Bucky threw his head back laughing.
“I wish you could, though. Maybe he’ll let you touch his butt so you know what I’m talking about.” Bucky sighed.
Matt smiled at that. But there was something in his eyes, half-hidden by the sunglasses he wore, that Bucky knew too well. It was the unspoken dude-you-should-just-come-out-speech. And Bucky had heard that one too many times. It was not that he didn’t consider it, he did. It also wasn’t like he was ashamed of being gay or something – it was just that… just… it was complicated. Gay dudes were pretty rare among the scene they found themselves in, what with the music they made and everything. Crossbones was just starting, getting bigger, more well-known. He couldn’t risk losing that. He wouldn’t. He wasn’t even looking for a relationship or anything, anyway.
Fantastic Four went on to play a cheesy ballad, the guys sitting on chairs Bucky hadn’t noticed being put there.
“I have to throw up. This is the worst shit I have ever made myself listen to, ever. Remember that Black Veil Brides phase I had a few years ago? Not as bad as this right now. How are there people willing to pay to listen to this voluntarily?” he rambled.
“I think you are overreacting, Buck.” Matt simply stated.
“No, I’m not. I’m so sorry for these dudes. Don’t they love themselves? They can’t possibly like what they’re doing, right?”
“Bucky, they participated in that casting show with the exact knowledge of the possible outcome, they all signed contracts and stuff, I think they know pretty well what they are doing. That bridge right now? The drums are pretty neat, dude.”
“Yeah, but that’s not even them! They’re just the pretty voices. Is this even music? I mean, seriously, take away the musicians and what are you left with? Four dudes with acceptable voices? I don’t know.”
“I thought you came here to stare down this Steve-dude.”
Bucky went silent at that. He had. So he looked him up and down as he was dancing and then spinning around, his eyes falling on Bucky for only a split second, before he spun around again. He saw Steve moving his head again, looking over to Bucky. He smiled smugly at him and Steve’s eyes went wide, before he turned around again. His smile seemed a little more genuine just now.
Bucky and Matt ended up staying until the band took their bows. They were all but shooed off the stage then.
***
“That was great! We should celebrate.” Tony mused the second they got off the stage. He grabbed one of the towels and run it down his face. Steve did the same.
“We will, Tony.” Steve reminded him absently. His eyes searched the area for the not-so-mysterious guy again. He had been here just a second ago. Steve had seen him. Fuck, what did that mean?
“You know what I like the most about this?” Sam asked, grabbing a bottle of water and emptying it over his head. “Free drinks! I used to spend so much on getting drunk, I mean- phew! And now I don’t have to pay for anything? That’s some nice shit.”
Steve would never understand the mentality behind this. People with little to no money had to pay for everything, everywhere. But as soon as you got rich and popular? People started throwing stuff at you. Drinks, watches, clothes – all the expensive shit you didn’t really need but finally had the money to buy. Made no sense.
“I saw him leave already. Maybe he’ll be at the after party?” Sam sighed beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. Steve could feel the color burning in his cheeks.
“I- He’s not- that- shut up, okay. It’s nothing.” Sam looked unconvinced.
Technically Steve knew his friend only meant well- wanted him to blow off some steam just like the rest of them occasionally did. But he also knew Steve wasn’t much about that, so he didn’t push it. He was thankful for that.
Steve took a quick shower and got dressed in a wine-red shirt and beige slacks. They never had to worry about dealing with their equipment so all he grabbed was his duffel bag when they headed off to their hotel.
The bandmates agreed to meet again in 30 minutes, so they could all take the same car to the after party. That gave them some rare time on their own. Steve needed these times, as much as he loved the others.
He considered taking a nap, but then decided against it. He felt agitated, white noise filling his stomach. For a few minutes he lazily zapped through the channels. Pretended not to know the source of his feelings. Tried to ignore it. But when he came across the channel airing some of the highlights from this evening and they cut to an interview with Crossbones, of all bands, he couldn’t ignore them anymore. A familiar smug grin appeared on screen, waving into the camera. Steve was barely even listening. Bucky played around with the microphone in his hand. Listened to the question, brows furrowing. Answering the first question, he ran his free hand through his hair and- fuck, could he not? Steve groaned at the sight. Bucky was so hot, it was driving him crazy. No man should ever have the right to be so hot if he was so completely out of his reach. To make matters worse Bucky licked his lips just then, playing with the little black ring in his lip for a moment. It left Steve longing to know just what his tongue would taste like in his mouth. What it would feel like drawing patterns on his skin. What his mouth would feel under his lips. What it would feel like stretching around his dick.
Steve hadn’t even realized his hand had already wandered down south. Sneaking under the hem of his pants, he had given his half-erect cock a few strokes, before a ragged breath caught in his throat and made him come back to reality. He withdrew his hand to unbuckle his belt and shove down his pants and boxers over his hip. There was a bottle of lube somewhere in the drawer of the nightstand and he grabbed it, squeezing a bit of it in his hand.
On TV, Bucky smiled shyly at something that was said. In Steve’s head, Bucky smiled shyly when Steve settled him down on this very bed, pressing his lips to every inch of Bucky’s chest. Bucky, moaning softly, when Steve licked the length of his erection. He didn’t have time to think about whether Bucky would be a screamer, or one of the quiet ones. If he’d enjoy fucking over being fucked. Right now, he went with the latter. Imagined Bucky’s body writhing beneath his when he welcomed a second finger in his hole. Imagined all the sounds he’d make when Steve stretched his lips around Bucky’s cocks, sucking it gingerly. Imagined what Bucky would taste like.
When Steve came, Bucky’s name lingered in the back of his throat.
“Yo Steve, you there? We gotta go.”
Steve almost jumped out of his skin at the knock on his door. Even though it was locked, he rushed to cover himself, cheeks a deep red.
“Yeah, right I- I’ll be right down!” he croaked out and made a move for the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.
He quickly changed into a dark blue shirt, since he messed up the red one with his come, that fit snugly around his muscles and shoved his wallet into the back of his slacks. Checked if he had his phone and key card and took the elevator downstairs, where everyone was apparently already waiting for him.
“Sorry, I- I fell asleep.” Steve apologized quickly.
They went out the back exit and into a huge SUV with tinted windows that were also bullet proof. Jarvis was behind the wheel, Coulson as second in command beside him. They drove around DC for another 15 minutes. Tony opened a bottle of champagne that he passed around.
There were no cameras allowed inside the building, a fancy nightclub called Kree, so all the paparazzi were packed outside waiting for their arrival. So they did the usual, threw on their best smiles and waved at the mob, while crossing the few meters between the car and the door.
It was loud inside. The music from the invisible speakers floated over the chattering of the people already there. Few were dancing; most groups sat around huge tables filled with glasses and various bottles. Steve tried to take it all in. Let the ecstasy wash over him.
He was greeted by people he didn’t recognize. Talked to them as though he had known them his whole life. They spent another 15 minutes chatting and taking selfies and goofing around, before making it to their table. A waitress with beautiful blonde hair appeared and asked their order. She winked at Steve and chewed down on the pen in her hand seductively. He just smiled at her and winked back. Maybe it was wrong to get her hopes up like that, but he couldn’t help it.
They spent another hour or so relaxing and downing a drink here or there. Chatting with some more people and congratulating them on their performances earlier in the day.
Shortly after midnight the organizer of the event, a woman called Maria Hill, took the stage.
“May I have your attention for a second?” she smiled as the room went almost silent instantly “Alright. First of all I would like to thank each and everyone involved in this evening. All you people volunteering to help out, thank you. For dedicating your time, your equipment. Special thanks to all the bands doing this in favor of Say No To Cancer. Thank you. And I guess now it is time to announce how much money you all helped raise today, right? Well, I have the result right here.” She held up an envelope in her hand
“So thanks to all of you, today we raised- wow. 12,627,437, 90$! That is incredible.” Everyone cheered at the result.
Steve was speechless; he had researched similar events’ results last week and the highest he’d come up with was a result of almost eight million dollars. Maria Hill seemed to fight back a few tears of her own. It took a minute or two for everyone to calm down again.
“This is just incredible. It’s so much more than I’d hoped for, and it goes to show that there are quite some people ready to donate any amount of money they can give to help us win the fight against cancer. I promise the money will be put to good use. So, before I lose myself in emotions – let’s have a good time tonight. Thank you again!” Maria Hill left the stage and shortly after greeted the Fantastic Four guys personally.
“I am so sorry I didn’t find the time to introduce myself before. I just wanted to thank you again for doing this. I think we all know a lot of donations were made thanks to your fanbase alone.” She smiled.
“Oh really, it’s nothing. Was a pleasure.” Sam smiled back and they shook hands before Maria left again.
“That result is, in fact, amazing but just how much of it do you think goes into paying for all this shit?” Steve frowned and suddenly felt bad for drinking sick people’s money.
Nobody had an answer so they all went on with it. A few more drinks down and Steve was even ready to hit the dancefloor.
The music was a mixture of danceable club songs and remixed rock songs, so it pretty much covered everyone’s music taste, of that Steve was certain. Sure enough, a second later he bumped into someone, who was apparently part of some sort of mosh pit going on.
“Sorry!” Steve heard a husky voice behind him yell and turned around to see Bucky’s shocked expression. His face was all flushed, and Steve, right now, didn’t look any different.
If he hadn’t downed some drinks already, he would’ve felt bad about the whole hotel room situation from earlier now.
“’S okay.”
Bucky smiled at him and turned away to smack one of his friends. Meanwhile Steve’s heart went into overdrive again. All he wanted to do was to pin Bucky against a wall right here, right now. But of course he couldn’t. So instead, he downed another drink.
He felt lightheaded already. Sweaty from all the dancing. But if he sat down, he would lose sight on Bucky and in his drunken state that was nothing he wanted to allow. Because while Steve had never been too bad of a dancer himself, seeing Bucky dance opened new spheres to him. The way he moved his hips in the rhythm of the music, ran his fingers through his hair. The way his larynx worked when he took a swig from his beer bottle. How his lips fit around its opening so perfectly. Steve was completely fucked. As much as he wanted to turn away, he couldn’t make himself. Leaning against the bar he felt his hard on sitting uncomfortably in his pants. Thank god his shirt should be long enough to hide it. Steve swallowed audibly. He needed to put an end to this silly… was it already worth being called a crush? No. He didn’t even know Bucky. It was pure desire, nothing more. Give it two day and he’d be over it. Right now, though? Not so much. He needed to get out of here before he did something stupid. Something so stupid that it was only the alcohol to blame. So he turned to the bar to put his empty glass down. When he turned back, he felt a sudden weight against his chest.
“Sorry!” Bucky sighed, face no less flushed than before. Steve had seen from his peripherals he’d been pushed by his red-headed friend.
“Is this a habit of yours?” Steve joked, but swallowed dryly. Fuck, Bucky was so close. He would just have to lean in- no. Nonono that was not an option, Steve!
“Don’t think so.” Bucky chuckled, already leaning away again. “I do, however, have asshole friends, apparently. So yeah, sorry, Steve Rogers.”
“I don’t mind.” What?? Oh my god, why didn’t his brain just shut down all connections to his nerves so he would shut the fuck up.
Bucky gave him a look he couldn’t decipher, shook his head with a grin and left. Steve didn’t know what to make of the situation.
Yeah, he needed to get out of here. So he went over to where Thor and Sam were sitting.
“I’m heading out.”
“What? Already? C’mon Rogers, who old are you? 90?” Steve chuckled at that.
“Nah, just real tired.”
“Yeah yeah, okay. See ya tomorrow.” He waved goodbye and turned around.
Before he made his way to the door however, he stopped by the washroom. He was surprised to find it empty. So he took a leak, closed his fly and washed his hands. Luckily the blond felt a little less drunk already. He was just about to splash some cold water onto his face, when the door swung open with a force that made him turn around in surprise.
“Bucky.”
“Yeah.” Bucky just stood there for a minute, door falling shut behind him.
Steve was frozen to the place, unsure of what to do.
Bucky found his feet first and all but ran up to Steve. Before he knew it Bucky was crashing his lips against his. It all happened so fast that it took him a second to realize what was happening. His hands grabbed into Steve’s hair and he moaned softly into the kiss in surprise. Only seconds later Bucky flicked Steve’s bottom lip with his tongue and Steve opened his mouth obediently. The kiss was sloppy and uncoordinated, mostly teeth and tongue. Steve didn’t mind. This was all he had dreamed of since he first laid eyes on Bucky. He tasted of booze and cigarettes and when Steve’s hands moved up to finally frame his face there was sweat all over it. It was nothing short of perfect.
When Steve finally pulled away they were both panting.
“What- ?”
“I’m sorry. I just- I had to do this once. Sorry.” Bucky stammered, looking at Steve in shock. He quickly removed his hands and made a move to leave.
“Hey, no, wait!” Steve grabbed his wrist and turned Bucky around again.
Without a word he pressed his lips to Bucky’s again. This time, he was much more aware of it, but kept the kiss chaste nevertheless. He wanted Bucky to know that he didn’t mind. At all. Bucky seemed to get the memo, because he wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck and deepened the kiss again. There was a certain rush to it, a need to take this further, to not let it end right there. And fuck, Steve was already game. Bucky stepped forward slowly, pushing Steve along until he was pressed up against the wall. He pressed himself against the blond, who could feel the hard on in his pants grind against his own.
“Fuck, Steve.” Bucky sighed, pulling away for a second.
Steve didn’t say anything and instead kissed up Bucky’s jawline and down his throat, before Bucky pulled him up to meet his lips again.
“Not here.” Bucky shook his head, but kept his body pressed against the blond’s. When Steve opened his eyes he was staring right into blown pupils. Fuck.
“You wanna… get outta here?” he tried a crooked grin, but the question came out much shier than he expected. Guess it really had been a while since the last time he did this.
Bucky nodded frantically. But then his brows furrowed.
“We came up here in a van, though, so…”
Steve bit down on his bottom lip. Oh, this was perfect.
“I got a hotel room to offer?” he grinned smugly.
“Then what the fuck are we waiting for?!”
They took separate cars to the hotel. In fact, Steve was driven back by a none the wiser Coulson and Bucky took a cab. He arrived at Steve’s hotel room only minutes after him. Steve opened the door way too fast and pulled Bucky into the room. He only remembered to shut the door close before crashing their lips together again. Their moves were no less frantic. Breathing through his nose, Steve kept his lips pressed to Bucky’s. Who tucked at the hem of Steve’s shirt already and pulled it up and over his head. He stared at him with a blank expression.
“What?” Steve prompted. Bucky just nodded absently. He lifted a hand to Steve’s chest, his fingertips barely touching his skin.
“Fuck” he whispered then “It’s like you’re fucking photoshopped.” His fingertips ran down his stomach, down his V-line only to find hold at the hem of his slacks.
Grabbing at it, he pulled Steve closer. He would’ve laughed at his comment if it wasn’t for Bucky running his lips across his jawline and down his throat to his clavicles, sucking at his skin lightly, making Steve throw his head back moaning. Bucky only let go of him for a second to take his own shirt off and then it was skin on skin, hot and burning and longing for more and Steve needed so much more. Bucky’s hands fumbled with his belt. In his state, though, he didn’t get it open immediately. Furrowing his brows, he let out a frustrated groan. Steve chuckled.
“Here, let me.” He unbuckled his belt a second later.
“Show off.” Bucky murmured, kissing him nevertheless.
Steve nibbled at his bottom lip then, prompting him to open his lips, so he could meet his tongue half way. When Bucky opened his fly slowly like the little tease he was, it was Steve’s turn to let out a frustrated groan. Bucky’s lips curled up against his mouth. He pushed down his pants then, and the boxers he wore with them. Steve wrapped his hands around the small of Bucky’s back, pulling him closer. Grinding up against him, he realized that a) Bucky was just as hard as he was and b), unlike him, still wearing way too much clothing.
“Off!” he commanded, tugging at Bucky’s jeans.
It was a bit of a struggle to get them off, so when they were hanging around Bucky’s thighs, Steve rather impatiently pushed him back onto the bed and pulled them off over his feet. He leaned over the brunet and pressed the lightest of kisses to his stomach. A deep groan escaped his throat. Steve smiled and looked up at him through his lashes. Bucky’s eyes were shut close tightly, head pressed against the pillow, exposing his throat. And fuck, if that didn’t make him want Bucky even more. Steve licked his lips and trailed his tongue up his chest and over his left nipple, swirling his tongue around it and sucking at it gingerly. A tiny moan escaped Bucky’s throat, his body already writhing beneath him.
This was so, so much better than he had imagined it would be just a few hours ago.
Hands clutched into his hair and tugged at it almost painfully. Steve trailed kisses back down his chest and stomach, nibbling at his navel. Bucky tasted of sweat and endorphins and it was the sweetest mixture, making Steve’s head spin. Running his tongue down the V of his hips, he stopped short of touching Bucky’s leaking cock with his lips. Even though right now all he wanted to do was exactly that.
“C’mon, Stevie.” Bucky grunted, moving his hips off the bed impatiently. Steve nodded solemnly.
“Yeah, just… top drawer, will ya?” he gestured to the nightstand and Bucky seemed to understand because he sighed deeply and pushed himself across the bed so he could grab a condom. He tore the packaging open hastily and rolled it down the length of his erection nonchalantly. He grabbed the bottle of lubricant, too, and threw it in Steve’s general direction carelessly.
Since Bucky was now laying sprawled out on the bed, Steve made a move to get up on it as well, positioning himself between Bucky’s legs. He kissed up the insides of his thighs and finally wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. Moved it up to smear the pre-come over the tip of it. Bucky threw his head back, a throaty moan escaping him, when Steve gave his cock a quick lick from base to top.
“Wouldn’t’ve pegged ya for the chocolate guy.” Steve teased, the faint taste of chocolate-flavored lube still on his lips.
In response Bucky lifted his head off the bed so he could raise an eyebrow at Steve.
“You’re kidding, right? Chocolate’s the greatest.” Although he doubted Bucky had even given the collection in his drawer a single look, Steve sniggered and, finally, without a warning, took Bucky in his mouth.
Bucky inhaled sharply as Steve started working his mouth around him. Working his tongue around the tip of his cock, he was surprised to find a piercing there, too. His eyes went wide for a second, before he moaned around Bucky’s cock and swirled his tongue around it again. Bucky seemed to enjoy this just as much as Steve did, to say the least.
He kept it shallow at first, little sucks at the tip of his dick. Soon that wasn’t enough, though. Hollowing out his cheeks he took Bucky further into his mouth, until there was saliva dripping down his chin. It had been quite a while since the last time he’d been with a guy so when Bucky thrusted into his throat, he choked on him for a moment. That didn’t stop him from encouraging Bucky to go on, though. He placed a hand on his hip and dug his fingers into his skin. His head moved up and down between Bucky’s legs. Bucky whimpered beneath him, his breathing shaky and Steve would’ve lied, had he said he’d ever seen anything more captivating. His smile grew brighter around the mystery guy’s cock. The sight of Bucky in front of him like that- it made Steve even more eager to make this feel good for Bucky. So he changed his pace, sucking him off with a lot more purpose in his actions. He kept one hand on the bed for support and moved the other one down Bucky’s hip to wrap it around the base of his cock again. While he kept twisting his hand around the base, his lips kissed up his cock. His tongue swirled around the top, before he stretched his lips back around it and choked himself on him. Bucky felt so perfect inside his throat, warm and thick and like he was made for the exact purpose of fucking Steve’s throat.
Bucky was so hard that the veins of his dick were visible to the bare eye and he was panting heavily. His moans gradually turned into whimpering. Wrapping his legs around Steve’s middle the brunet moved a hand from his hair to his neck to keep him in place.
Steve decided – fuck it (literally) - now that Bucky seemed to be close it was as good a time as any. Getting comfortable on his ankles he moved his hand from the bed and put it on Bucky’s hip, only to lower it down the outside of his thigh and back up the inside of it. His fingers slid between his cheeks and over his tight hole just once, but it made Bucky gasp in surprise nevertheless.
Withdrawing, Steve grabbed the bottle of lube from beside Bucky, opened it with a loud plop-noise and squeezed some of it onto his fingers. The bottle fell from the bed when he threw it onto the bed again. He didn’t care. He got his mouth around Bucky again like he was starving for it. His index finger, now slick with lube, pushed past the rim of his hole. Bucky took it up to the first knuckle like an expert. Gasping, he grabbed at the sheets and bit down at his lip hard. So, apparently Bucky wasn’t a screamer. Ok then. The realization made Steve determined to find the one thing what would get him screaming. Sure enough, when he eventually managed to work a second finger in and twisted them inside him, he was pretty sure he found it. Scraping his prostate for the first time, Bucky let out the most beautiful scream he’d ever heard. There hadn’t been much talking, but now that Steve chuckled, Bucky threw him a heated glare.
“You fucker.” He gasped, gripping into his hair and forcing Steve to take him all the way in.
“You wish.” Was all he managed to answer.
Bucky thrusted up into his throat as he scraped his prostate again. A broken sob escaped his throat and his body stilled. Steve could feel the muscles of his rim clenching around his fingers. And fuck, if that didn’t make him only harder. He nursed Bucky threw his orgasm, gave his cock another light suck before laying down on the bed beside him for a moment.
“I do.”
The air was thick with the smell of sex already, hot and heavy above his head. Bucky turned his head towards him, his lips lax against Steve’s at first but getting more and more heated with time. He had one arm wrapped around Steve’s shoulders and drew lazy patterns onto his chest with the other hand. At a sudden impulse that Steve wasn’t really expecting he pushed himself up and threw one leg around his body, so that he was now on top of him. Bucky’s lips were so soft against his that Steve couldn’t get enough. He was already addicted, of that he was sure. A hand moved away from his face and before Steve had a chance to realize what was happening, Bucky tore open another condom and rolled it down Steve’s cock. He hissed at the sudden pain. He hadn’t given his own cock any recognition before and now it was rock hard against his belly, pre-come all over it. Bucky threw him a cautious look but Steve shook his head, prompting him to go on. Which he did. With bare hunger in his eyes he got his hand around Steve again, stroking up his dick and over the tip of it a few times. Steve couldn’t take it anymore. He’d had enough foreplay for the night. So he wrapped his arms around Bucky’s middle and threw him onto his back, a surprised grunt leaving his lips. He saw Bucky smiling beneath him and even though it was the most heartwarming sight, he bit down on his bottom lip hard. This was not the time for heartwarming moments. Any more heat in his body and he’d explode. Bucky grabbed his ass in protest and Steve let go of his lip, kissed a path down his body, caressing his nipples and the tense abs shining with sweat. He slicked his fingers a second time (there was no point in this having to hurt, after all) and got his fingers inside Bucky again, who was so wonderfully hot around him that it made Steve’s mind go blank. He could do this all day, he thought, just scissoring his fingers inside him, listen to the throaty little noises Bucky made every time he brushed his prostate. After some time he managed to get a third finger inside him and with some expert self-preservation on his own part, even a forth. They only ever leaned away from a kiss to get their breathing back, although even then they didn’t move their lips away from the other’s body entirely. By the time Steve couldn’t take it anymore, Bucky was already hard beneath him again. Grinding up to get some friction, he didn’t move his hand from Steve’s cock once.
Steve withdrew his fingers then and Bucky whined in protest. Steve shifted a little, positioning Bucky’s legs over his shoulders so he could finally get inside him. Steve pushed the tip of his cock over the rim of his hole and a little further in, muscles stretching around him. He took his time. Kept his thrusts shallow, so Bucky could adjust and get used to him. Then he withdrew completely. Bucky growled in protest. Literally growled, Steve had never heard anyone made any noise resembling this one during sex ever. He dug his fingers painfully deep into Steve’s hips.
“You’re a fucking tease, Rogers.”
“You wanna watch your mouth, Barnes?”
Getting his point across, he drove home all the way. Bucky gasped beneath him in shock, digging his fingernails only deeper into his skin. Something clicked inside Steve’s head then. He fucked Bucky fast and unapologetically, alternating between deep, fast thrusts and shallow ones. All Steve could think about now was how long it had been since he got together with a guy and how much he’d missed it. How perfectly tight and hot Bucky was around him. He never wanted this to end. Should the others go on with their lives; he was perfectly right here, right now. Every time Steve brushed his prostate Bucky screamed out and it only turned him on even more. Fuck. His breathing picked up, his lips completely incapable of engaging in a proper kiss, everything was sloppy and rushed. Steve felt so close. He didn’t want this to end, but he also really wanted to finish. Instead of giving in, he wrapped a hand around Bucky’s cock and started jerking him off to the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuck Steve, ‘m so close.” Bucky’s breath hitched and he bit down on his bottom lip.
He needed to stop doing that. Steve was pretty sure he had no right to look that hot while he did that.
“Come for me.” Steve managed to breathe back.
Bucky went lax against him with a tiny moan as the second orgasm hit him. His hole fluttered around Steve’s dick and he thrusted into him another two times, before his own wave of ecstasy washed over him. He barely managed not to fall down on Bucky just then. It took him a moment to gather himself, forehead resting on the brunet’s chest, panting heavily.
He pulled out of Bucky eventually, who whined at the sudden loss, and walked over to the bathroom on shaky legs to grab a washcloth. On his way back he also grabbed some water from the minibar, offering it to Bucky who accepted it with a small thanks and gulped down half the bottle at once. They discarded both condoms into the trash can and cleaned themselves off, an uncomfortable silence creeping up on them.
When they were done, they both flopped down onto the bed again, got under the sheets and were snoring within five minutes.
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When Steve woke up the next morning, the bed beside him was empty. There was no sign of Bucky ever having been here at all. No, that wasn’t true. When Steve got up to go to the bathroom, he spotted a leather jacket that definitely didn’t belong to him in the armchair. He hesitated a moment – going through other people’s belongings wasn’t something he enjoyed, but he needed to know what was inside the pockets. He didn’t find a phone or a wallet, only a lighter that read ‘baby, you’re looking fine’. Steve smiled at that. The fact that it wasn’t left with anything to go with (like a pack of cigarettes) made Steve wonder if Bucky left it on purpose. For him? So that they’d have a reason to see each other again? No, that was stupid. He probably had his wallet and phone stashed in the back pockets of his jeans and finished the pack of cigarettes. Yeah, that’d be it. So Steve sighed and put the jacket down again.
With a glance to the clock on the wall he realized it was about time to get ready for the first interview of the day.