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Bucky: Tony Stark is here again.
Sam: Did you propose yet?
Bucky: Do you think I should slide that in before or after I tell him my name?
Sam: Well once he knows you go by Bucky, he's probably not gonna want to tap that, so best before.
Bucky: Alright you're my one phone call btw better have some money set aside for bail
Sam: If you get hauled in for stalking charges ima delete your contact and pretend we never met
Bucky: Fair
Bucky switched to his email app to check if his advisor had sent the new revisions on his thesis yet. He pulled down to refresh and a frighteningly familiar voice said, "Hey."
Bucky startled up from his phone to find none other than Tony Stark sitting on the other side of his tiny, round Starbucks table. "Uh," Bucky replied.
"Tony."
"I am aware of that."
"Thought you might be. I've noticed you in here before. Mostly noticed how often those pretty eyes of yours were stuck to me like glue." Tony smirked.
"I can't afford bail," Bucky squeaked out.
Tony's smirk twisted into something softer, with an edge of curiosity. "I was actually thinking we might take a trip down to my place, not downtown."
Bucky blinked. "You're inviting me back to your place?"
Tony's tongue darted out and brushed over his lower lip while his gaze scraped down Bucky's body. "Sure am." There was no questioning his intent.
"Well, shit." Bucky frantically started closing up his books and shoving his notes in his bag. "I'm Bucky Barnes."
Tony laughed. "I hope your mom apologized."
Bucky smiled and shook his head. "It's a nickname. But only teachers and doctors call me James."
Tony's eyebrow quirked up. He rested a warm hand on Bucky's forearm. "Well, if I dig out an old toy stethoscope maybe we can try that later. Bucky."
Bucky swallowed hard. Jesus. He'd never been hit on so hard and so blatantly in his life and he'd been on Grindr for a year. He finally got his stuff packed up and his bag over his shoulder. He downed the rest of his coffee and let Tony lead him out of the cafe.
He was fully expecting to wave down a cab, but instead there was a shiny, black town car idling by the curb and Tony ushered Bucky into the back seat then joined him. He landed a hand on Bucky's thigh, and Bucky covered it with his own, gently exploring the shape of Tony's fingers.
"Studying?" Tony asked, nodding towards Bucky's bag.
"Thesis. Halfway through my masters."
"Ah. Good for you. What in?"
"Mechanical engineering."
"Oh shit. Be still my heart. Talk fluid dynamics to me baby."
Bucky released Tony's hand to stretch his arm along the back of the seat, curling it around Tony's shoulders. Tony smouldered at him, and Bucky could feel the ripples of arousal building into waves. "You could talk rings around me and you know it. I think half my citations have your name in them."
"That's weirdly hot." Tony leaned his weight into Bucky's side. "I can tell you're going to be fun."
"I try."
They pulled up outside Stark Tower, but at the back end where it was now clear there was a private entrance. The garage door rumbled up and the car pulled in, depositing them by an elevator, which Tony immediately bustled Bucky into. Electricity crackled between them when the doors slid shut and they were alone inside.
Tony's eyes snapped down to Bucky's lips and Bucky took a step forward, crowding him up against the wall. When Tony's hands landed on his hips, fingers digging in through the fabric of his shirt, Bucky couldn't take it anymore. He dove in and pressed his mouth to Tony's.
Tony groaned, grinding forward against him. He whispered something that sounded like a curse, but Bucky swallowed it down. When the doors opened, Tony wrapped his arms around Bucky's waist and pressed him into the apartment. Bucky didn't even bother looking around him. He trusted Tony would know where to take him, and right now he was completely occupied with working his fingers under the hem of Tony's shirt and the feel of Tony's skin under his touch.
"Oh, fuck," Tony whined, breaking the kiss.
Bucky looked around and found they were standing in Tony's stunning kitchen. "Wow. Nice place."
"Thanks. It's amazing what fucktons of money can buy."
Bucky shot him a surprised look then broke into laughter at his cheeky grin. "I bet." He let his hand slip down to Tony's ass and squeezed. "Can't buy this though, huh?"
Tony leaned against his chest and bit his lip. "Guess you'll have to inspect it for authenticity."
"Good lord, you are something else."
An odd expression flickered on Tony's face and he glanced around the room like he was looking for something. "You wanna drink?" he eventually asked.
Bucky snorted. "Isn't it barely noon?"
Tony shrugged. "Five o'clock in Madrid." He went to the wet bar.
"Sure." Bucky sat on a barstool. "You know how to mix anything fancy? All those galas and shit you go to?"
Tony laughed and it lit up his eyes. "Sure. I'll knock your socks off."
"Already done that," Bucky hummed.
Tony winked and started tipping bottles over a cocktail shaker. He presented Bucky with a glass of something orange, with an orange slice split over the rim. Bucky took a sip. "Oh, wow, that's really good. What is that?"
"It's a Sonic Screwdriver."
Bucky laughed. "How is that different from a regular screwdriver?"
Tony leaned over the bar, grinning. "Timey-wimey stuff."
"You trying to play doctor with me again?" Bucky shot back.
Tony swung back around the bar and took a sip from his own drink. "Hey, whatever works."
Bucky hooked one of Tony's belt loops and drew him in close. Tony wrapped around his neck and kissed him, sliding his tongue along the seam of Bucky's lips, licking away his drink. Bucky hauled him into his lap with a moan, his body springing to life again after the short reprieve.
"Okay. Come with me, hot stuff." Tony pulled Bucky off his stool and backed up towards the open bedroom door. His body was hot and firm against Bucky, rolling and grinding.
"Oh, fuck," Bucky breathed. "You feel so good."
Tony drew them into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind him, hands eager and wandering. But when they sat side by side on the bed, and Bucky leaned in for another kiss, Tony pulled away quickly, talking again. "So, uh. Who's your advisor? Maybe I know them."
Bucky let his hands drop down and leaned back, giving Tony some space. "You know…" he started carefully, "it's okay if you've changed your mind."
Tony's eyes snapped to his, giving the impression of a mouse in a trap. "What?"
"It's totally okay if you changed your mind. I had a great time today. It was really wonderful to meet you. You don't owe me anything. I can say goodbye now. We don't have to have sex."
"Shit." Tony rubbed his hand over his face. "Look, it's not what you think, okay?"
"Okay…"
Tony sighed and when he looked back up there was something open and exposed in his expression. "That Starkbucks is five blocks out of my way."
Bucky blinked at him. "Pardon?"
"I had a meeting nearby three weeks ago and I stopped in on my way because I desperately needed a caffeine hit. And you were there studying and I just - I was supposed to leave, but I sat down at a table and worked from my phone and tried not to stare at you. And then the next day…" He shrugged. "I went five blocks out of my way to see if you were still there. And you were. And then I kept coming back…"
Bucky stared, flummoxed. "You mean… I spent three weeks studying in that Starbucks so I could gape at you and you kept coming back for three weeks so you could look at me?"
Tony chuckled. "Oh god, I guess so."
"Wow. We are something else, aren't we?" Bucky reached out and rubbed his hand over Tony's knee. "What made you come over and talk to me finally?"
Tony shrugged. "Decided I needed to fish or cut bait. I meant to chat you up and ask you out to dinner but then you turned those fucking eyes on me and lust took over. But once we got here, I guess I got freaked out thinking we'd bang and then you'd bolt and I'd spend my life regretting it."
"So you don't want me to leave?" Bucky asked.
"I kinda want you to stay forever," Tony said with an apologetic smile. "I want to get to know you."
Bucky leaned over on the bed, supporting himself with one elbow. "Should we order dinner, then?"
Tony's face lit up. "Sounds perfect."
"And, hey -" Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips softly to Tony's "- if I stay for dessert, I won't bolt. I kinda want to stay forever too."
Tony curled up tightly against him. "Deal."