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"Um alright. Clint. I daaarrre you tooo," Natasha draws out in thought, her face changes abruptly to a sly smile "eat one of Lucky's dog treats. With a straight face!"
Clint sighs, shrugs, and drags himself over into the kitchen. He digs around in the pantry pulling out a tub of bone-shaped biscuits, he pulls one out and waggles it in the air, "You mean these dog treats?"
"Yup, a whole one without cringing."
"Alrighty." He internally braces himself and takes a bite of it, chewing as though he's doing something normal "mmh very salty," he munches out, a bit too eagerly taking another bite, "not bad though... would definitely recommend."
"There's no way in hell you're convincing us to eat those, Barton." Tony points out, scrunching up his nose in disgust.
"Aw shucks," Clint grumbles to himself, swallowing the last lump of dog biscuit. "You're missing out Tony, these really aren't all that bad, great snack ide-" Clint's sentence is drowned out by an enthusiastic Bucky stumbling into the room like a newborn fawn.
"Steeevveeee!" He whines, slurring the 's' sound, from across the room.
"Bucky," Steve scolds softly, watching in disappointment at the way Bucky swaggers clumsily towards the lounging remains of one of Starks get-togethers, they weren't up to much, just sitting in an idle game of truth or dare, "how did you even manage to get yourself that drunk?"
"Completely zozzeled, bombed, wasted... God is so much more attractive than I thought he'd be." Bucky states in an airy daze just as Thor trails behind him into the room sheepishly.
"Thor! You should have known Bucky couldn't hold a drink that strong." Steve warns in concern.
Thor shrugs, guilty but not specifically wanting to take the blame "He insisted."
"I dunno Cap, I think he's holding it surprisingly well given that he's still conscious." Tony points out. "He's only acting marginally dumber than usual."
"Ohh shut up or I'll have to give that pretty mouth of yours something else to do." Bucky rumbles back at him with a wolfish grin.
Tony lights up, eyebrows raised in joyful surprise, "Oh, oh okay so he's a flirty drunk? I always had him down as being mopey."
Bucky props one hand onto his hip and gives Tony a dangerous look, "mmh I'm warning you, stop tempting me, darling."
"Hey Barnes, I dare you to make him shut up," Nat calls out suggestively with a goofy grin.
Bucky pokes his tongue out slightly and poses with a silly smile, "Happily." He agrees.
Steve gives him a critical look "Bucky."
Bucky turns to stare him down with a playful smirk, "Aw no need to be jealous Stevie baby, 's just a dare promise you'll be next. Don't think I'd be able to resist that pretty face of yours doll. Don't even need to dare me to get me all over you baby," Bucky laughs like the popping of bubbles, a sporadic cheery sound. Steve looks panicked and can feel his face heating up, he gets embarrassed enough simply watching Bucky flirt but god was it something else to be on the receiving end of that preying, hungry gaze. Everyone's watching them carefully yet he's simply sitting there gaping like a dying fish and shifting uncomfortably in his seat as Bucky sways over to where Tony sat.
"Stand up for me gorgeous, 'less you want me to take a seat?" He offers with a pointed sceptical glance at Tony's lap.
Tony swears and springs up from his seat in a bit of a panic, he most definitely did not want the winter soldier sitting in his lap. "I believe this is an unofficial dare as it was not in fact your turn Romanoff. It's Clint's turn if I remember correctly and I always remember correctly."
"Alright Bucky I dare you to kiss Tony," Clint calls lazily, sharing a sly grin with Natasha.
"Hey! No that's not fair, you gotta pick a different-"
Bucky grabs at the front of Tony's shirt, pulling him forward and bringing their mouths together in a determined kiss not holding back from freely exploring Tony's mouth. The room settles into a certain tense type of silence which is often followed by laughter as everyone's eyes were drawn to the two men. The second they part Nat and Clint let themselves giggle together at the situation and the reactions of everyone else in the room. When released, Tony looks kind of dazed with his mouth dropping open slackly and eyes set in a stunned expression. "Holy shit Barnes.." he clears his throat and shakes his head a bit, "um honestly that was a bit extra."
"You were just enjoying it so much I didn't wanna stop," Bucky says, in a soft mocking tone, hands still fiddling with the buttons of Tony's shirt.
"Okay, the dare's over Buck, leave him alone," Steve grumbles, looking threateningly ready to intervene.
Bucky turns to Steve with s bright smile and gasps in excitement "Stevieee! Holy mackerel aren't you just something," he shakes his head almost in dismay "what's such a pretty guy like you doing here all alone?"
"I'm not-" Steve starts with wide eyes, scanning everyone's reactions and expressions in embarrassment. Bucky starts to approach him and Steve sincerely wishes people would stop watching them and listening to the words spilling from Bucky's mouth.
"Gosh you're looking so damn good for me tonight." Bucky hums in a pleased tone, almost tripping over the coffee table, stumbling forward, and instead, tripping over the edge of the rug.
Steve bounces to his feet, steadying Bucky in his arms "Easy there buddy. You okay?"
"Damn," Bucky awes, running his hands down Steve's biceps. He gapes silently for a moment, his words sticking in his throat not quite logical sentences. "Prettiest goddamn guy I've ever seen. You're a fucking doll, I mean look at your face. Hell, I'm serious. And geez.." he lets his hands creep over to rest on Steve's chest and run down to his stomach.
Steve retracts his hands, stepping back with a jolt, "Oh uh Buck please not now," he pleas shyly, flushing pink, a burning rosy pink that crept up to his ears.
"Perfect so perfect, you pretty thing so sweet those lovely, lovely eyes of yours so blue bright crystal blue. So Gorgeous. God, you're just swell baby. I could just eat you up, sweetie. Absolute dynamite." Bucky continues to awe at him, not quite looking at his best. "Take a seat why don't ya no use us standing around like this 'm feeling a bit lightheaded you're kinda breathtaking you know."
Steve's searing embarrassment is overridden with concern as his friend's eyes glaze over and unfocus. He speaks softly, a gentle hand steady on Bucky's arm, "Okay Buck, you can sit down with me yeah?" Steve lowers himself back down into his seat, scooting over to make a designated space beside him. Bucky giggles, eyes suddenly shinning playfully as he bumbles forwards. Heading straight to exactly where Steve was sitting, he leans forward. What a little shit - "No no no don't-" Steve protests yet Bucky simply smirks and settles himself straddling Steve's lap, hands resting lazily over his shoulders. Steve can feel his face heating up to a humiliating shade of red as he awkwardly debates where to put his hands now. Bucky's thighs pressing tightly against his were extremely distracting.
"You alright there Steve?" Nat asks jokingly, "you don't look too comfortable."
"It's fine just ah shit Buck get off." he scolds, uncomfortably yet gently nudging Bucky away. Bucky doesn't budge. He snakes his hands to the back of Steve's neck, cold metal fingers gliding up through his hair. "Goddamnit cut it out." Steve protests, snatching at Bucky's arm, his voice wobbling on the edge between weak and angry creating a meekly annoyed scowl.
Bucky ignores his protests and tugs softly at Steve's hair, pulling his head backs slightly so their faces line up. He flashes a curious grin at Steve's stunned expression, "Hmm don't make me wash that mouth out for you."
"Fuck." Steve murmurs softly, melting into Bucky's grip and letting his head lull back at Bucky's tugging.
"Whoa Cap, language." Tony teases, his voice and tight laugh edging with a nervous tension for interrupting the weird scene playing out. "Also can you two not? Friendly reminder this is in fact a public space."
"Lord almighty, seem as well we're talkin' 'bout your mouth," Bucky announces joyously.
"Since when were we-" Steve's cut off as Bucky moves his right hand to gently graces his fingertips over those soft pink lips which part softly under his touch.
"Jesus Christ," Bucky mutters and Steve simply stares up at him bewildered and breathless almost in a trance as he's taken in by the magnetic attraction of the man before him. "Damn, I could kiss those lips for eternity, angel. You got a kiss for me, Stevie? Don't think I'll make it through the night without just one." Bucky practically begs at him, fingers skimming over his cheek.
"Whoa, Bucky no way are you kissin' me," as much as he'd like that to happen he most certainly wasn't taken advantage of Bucky's state. Besides, he couldn't believe for the life of him that Bucky was saying these things to him, drunk or not Steve could feel his hopes soaring that his long-standing romantic feelings were reciprocal. Bucky was very drunk though. "Now could you please justtt.." his voice warbles off as Bucky moves his hand softly down his neck and slips it under his collar, "just uhm just please stop you uh you don't know what you're doing pal and I really don't think you need to embarrass yourself any further than you already have."
"You sure you don't need some help there Rogers?" Nat asks again, the previous joking tone abandoned.
"I'm fine," Steve reports with a tight voice, "he always gets like this when he drinks."
"Gosh, you're being such a cold fish." Bucky creases his brows together in annoyance, ducking his head down to kiss softly the side of Steve's neck. "I know exactly what I'm doing" he states quietly, voice mumbling and breath hot against Steve's skin, "you're the one that doesn't know what he wants."
"I am not discussing this with everyone here and most definitely not while you're in this state." Steve hisses as Bucky nibbles on his ear lobe, leaning away and pushing Bucky back with steady hands on his chest. Internally cursing himself for being so damn moral and not accepting Bucky's drunken advances.
"Oh why they don't mind one-bit doll, you're killing me here just one kiss please please, please. You're so, so gorgeous please oh please baby." Bucky whines, squirming and dropping his head to Steve's shoulder, the cold metal of his left hand heavy against Steve's shoulder and somewhat intimidating wrapped around the nape of his neck.
"Ugh actually just kiss him already Cap," Tony groans from across the room, "he's annoying the hell outta me. Better yet take him to your room so I don't have to watch or hear you."
Tony receives a small scowl before Steve turns his attention back to Bucky, who's now watching him with intense hopefulness. "If I kiss you will you agree to get off me?" He asks sternly and Bucky nods his head eagerly in agreement. Steve takes a breath, psyching himself up for what he was about to do. He stares at Bucky's waiting lips, patiently angled towards him. He was hanging back, unusually quiet for once, waiting for Steve to make a move. Something tight wound itself up in Steve's stomach, his heartbeat thumps prominently in his chest and his breath seems to struggle to make it all the way to his lungs. No matter how much he tries to convince himself that this isn't real and that Bucky's just drunk. But god how long had he waited and thought about this moment? Bucky wanted him, wanted him in the way Steve had never dared to admit.
Steve leans in, head lurching forward nervously, hovering so close he can feel Bucky's even breath against his lips. Forwards, just another easy movement, one easy and utterly electrifying movement, and then he's gently pressing their mouths together. Bucky's lips are so warm, so soft, so fitting against his, and are quick to respond. Upon Steve's initiation, Bucky keenly takes control, kicking it up a notch as he pushes Steve back into the couch.
Steve's breath hitches as his heart goes into overdrive, melting into Bucky's hands and letting him work his own mouth open eagerly. He immediately groans into the warmth of Bucky's mouth and selfishly lets his hands fall to gripping Bucky's thighs, forcefully resisting himself from sliding his hands up further to Bucky's ass.
Bucky tugs at Steve's hair, teeth biting teasingly at his bottom lip and Steve hears himself whine, an embarrassingly needy sound in the back of his throat that he desperately hopes to god wasn't too loud.
Bucky most certainly heard him though as he bites down on Steve's lip again, fingers tight in his floppy dirty blond hair. Steve manages to suppress the moaning sound tugging in his throat and instead moves his hands to grab and dig into Bucky's hips desperately. He should really let go, pull back, put an end to this but-
Unexpectedly, it's Bucky who pulls away first.
He stares at Steve for a long moment, looking scarily sober, as both of them catch their breath. Bucky's wanting, pleasing smile was soon to return as he speaks in a desperate, low moan. "Gosh, darling you feel even better than you look if that's even possible. God, I could make you feel so good Steve I wanna make you feel real good you let me do that? So good, fuck you so good, always wanted that. Still want it. You want that?" His low, breathless voice carries his words even more arousingly.
Steve stares at him stunned, yes god yes he wanted that so bad but.. not like this. Thankfully he didn't quite get the chance to try and answer due to Tony cutting in.
"Look I'd really rather you two not have sex on my lounge or anywhere within my general vicinity." He cringes at them, a scandalized look of shock etched into his features.
That seems to remind Steve of their situation and brings him back to the other people in the room, a fair share of surprised looks and gaping whispers. It seems that all eyes and ears had been turned on them. He clears his throat, trying to speak sternly and ignore the pressure of Bucky's body on his, "Are you gonna stick to your promise Bucky? I kissed you now you've gotta get off me."
Bucky pouts yet lets himself be slid from Steve's lap to the free space beside him. Dissatisfied with the lack of contact, Bucky decides to reposition himself. Turning sideways, he swings his legs onto and over Steve's lap and wraps his arms around Steve's torso, nuzzling his face into the side of the other man's neck. Steve sighs, giving up and dropping his arms to rest across Bucky's legs. He tilts his head subconsciously, allowing the drunk idiot of his to kiss softly at his neck.
"For the record, I always suspected you two were together.." Tony states sassily, abandoning his quiet conversation with Rhodey.
"We're not together." Steve denies getting more than a few doubtful looks, one of which he was sure was from his own face.
Tony gives him the most sceptical of glances, "I dunno about that, it certainly looks like you are."
Steve sighs, trying to explain "Bucky's just drunk, he always gets a bit.. handsy when he's like this."
"Yeah, handsy with you in particular not to forget extremely vocal. Wait- does that also mean he's done this before?"
Steve ignores half of what Tony says, pulling out whatever would keep up his denial "Hey he kissed you too."
"Ha yeah kissed, fairly briefly, and anyway that was a dare plus I don't remember him saying how much he explicitly wanted to fuck me." Tony fired back.
Nat catches his eye, "Come on Steve, you gotta admit you two are unusually close. Were you even listening to a word he was saying?"
"He's drunk." Steve pushes, desperately trying to convince himself as well.
"You're not." Tony interrupts smartly, muttering to himself "and - not that I was trying to notice or anything - but you were totally enjoying that."
"Drunk words are sober thoughts," Nat says in a sing-song voice, gazing at him with a mockingly sweet grin, "at the very least, he thinks you're pretty Steve."
"Stevie's the prettiest." Bucky giggles lowly and somewhat awkwardly slips his hand down between his thigh and Steve's stomach, reaching lower and pressing his hand down the front of Steve's trousers.
This draws a sharp sound of surprise from Steve as he snatches Bucky's hand back, holding it tightly by the wrist. "Fuck. Bucky!" Tony and Nat share a look across the room, eyebrows raised and slight smirks.
"Oh come on baby it's about time someone fucked you and honestly it would be an honour," Bucky whispers lowly, his close breath warm against Steve's ear.
"Jesus, Thor how long is this stuff supposed to last?" Steve's face was going to melt off at this rate if Bucky kept making him blush like that.
"Why? You don't think you can keep it together for much longer Cap?" Tony teases with a mean laugh, earning himself a dirty look.
"Cut it out Tony, this isn't funny."
Tony smirks back at him and shrugs "I dunno it is a bit funny."
"Why Barnes should be back to himself within the hour!.. or so," Thor announces cheerily, cutting through the beginnings of their argument.
"Aw geez, an hour of this?" Steve whines in despair.
"It would seem so Cap as if you're actually annoyed about it." Tony mumbles loudly, "Are you sure you don't want to take it someplace else?"
"I'm sure." Steve challenges back. Tony shrugs and turns his attention elsewhere. Bucky slowly relaxes his hand and slumps against Steve's side with a sigh. "You alright?" Steve questions, concerned about the sudden drain of energy.
"Can't keep my eyes open. Everything's fading." Bucky whispers dryly.
Steve panics irrationally for a second that he's passing out or dying before he sees Bucky yawn. He's just tired. Steve's glad for the change in mood, a tired Bucky was 100% more manageable than an aggressively sexual Bucky.
"I'm so sleepy Steve I don't wanna leave you here I never shoulda left you never shoulda left I'm so sorry so sorry I had to go," Bucky mumbles against Steve's shoulder forlornly, eyes glistening with weary tears. "Never gonna leave you again yeah? And you stick with me? Till the end... end of the line.. 'm with you always."
Steve feels his chest contract with fond emotion. Love, longing, affection, it all muddles up in his heart and makes it skip a beat. "It's okay, you don't have to be sorry for anything. I'm not going anywhere I swear to you never again. I'm with you till the end of the line too, buddy." He promises, finding it near impossible to keep the strong emotion from his voice. Bucky continues to speak, half oblivious to the world around him.
"Don't ever wanna wake up without you again. So many times.. so many times I was so alone can't stand another empty room." Bucky's quietly spoken words make Steve sick as his imagination twists together scenarios of Bucky waking up alone, waking up confused, waking up in labs and cells and the cold hands of Hydra. He holds Bucky a bit tighter, hugging him protectively, a hand automatically moving to glide through his long hair in comfort.
"You won't have to, I promise. You uh you wanna go to bed?" Steve suggests softly.
"Just sleep here with you, you're here, sleep here." Bucky was slurring again, his words lazily bumbling into one another.
"I can sleep with you.. wait no I mean - I can go to bed with you? to sleep. I can stay with you if you want." Steve blushes and curses himself for his terribly awkward wording.
"That'd be nice, never leave."
Steve smiles gently, eyes soft with affection. He nudges Bucky slightly "C'mon then up you get." Bucky groans and nuzzles into Steve's side. Steve leans down so their heads are close, talking softly into Bucky's ear. "It's just downstairs Buck, so much better than the couch. Don't you want to go to sleep in your nice warm bed?"
Bucky nods tiredly against Steve's shoulder. "Sleeeep."
"yeah buddy, sleep... I'm taking Bucky to his room." Steve states, carefully hauling Bucky to his feet and slinging a supportive arm around his waist. There's a challenge in his voice daring someone - Tony - to make a stupid comment about it. Tony doesn't dare say anything.
"Goodnight." Nat wishes with a small knowing smile.
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The room is dark and cold and empty yet as Steve settles beneath the beds covers all he can think of is the irresistible warmth seeping from Bucky's body, laying just across from him. An arms reach away at the most.
Bucky's gazing at him wearily, a sullen glint of affection in his eyes. "Don't deserve you." He stares unexpectedly, crumbling the silence that had grown between them.
Steve sets his tone in all seriousness, "You deserve the world and I'm gonna make sure you get it."
"God I don't deserve you," Bucky repeats even more convinced.
"You're worth every breath of my life Bucky. I'm the one who never deserved to get you back, it's such a miracle, you're such a miracle." Steve pleads with raw genuine desperation in his voice. A desperation for Bucky to understand, to see how much he means, how wonderful he is, how in love with him Steve is.
Bucky suddenly starts to look as though he's about to cry again, sad eyes gazing across the dimly lit space between them. "C'mere." Steve opens his arms and moves to embrace Bucky, gently pulling him against his chest.
Bucky's breathing is quick to even out and deepen as he reciprocates Steve's offer and wraps his arms tightly around the other man's waist. Bucky's soft breaths and steady heartbeat is carried easily through the cold night and securely lulls Steve into an easy sleep.
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Whilst confusing, Bucky has absolutely nothing opposing the fact that he'd just now woken up with Steve laying next to him. In his own bed. Tangled together tightly in each other's arms. He almost doesn't even bother trying to figure how or why this has occurred and simply presses closer into Steve's side. He's warm and comforting and shifts in his sleep to hold Bucky closer.
He also wakes up somewhat disoriented and backs away with a start. With a quick worried glance towards Bucky, he hastily tidies up his appearance as he clumsily slips out of the bed. Bucky has to withhold himself from physically whining about it. Steve looks quite frazzled and refuses to maintain eye contact, he's also rambling his mouth off and making his way far too quickly to the door, "Oh I'm sorry I'll um I'll get out of your hair sorry you just wanted me to stay with you, you were drunk so it's all fine I get it. I'll see you later. Maybe. I do t know only if you want I'm sorry-"
"Did you mean what you said last night?" Bucky asks his tone pleading for Steve to stay. Steve pauses, calms down a bit, regroups.
"Depends on if you meant it." He counters
"Of course I did."
That takes him back a bit and he stares at Bucky not quite processing what he just said. "Y-you- you did?"
"Every word, still do." Bucky somehow manages to keep a straight face, did he really remember everything he said last night?
"I never thought you'd ever.. feel... that... like that, towards me?" Steve stutters, hand covering his mouth as he feels his face heat up in embarrassment.
"That's because you're a dumbass. Now get your perfect ass over here and kiss me you punk," Bucky commanded with a playful smirk and an impatient eye roll.
Steve blushes again, an involuntary smile springing to his lips as he carefully edges over to where Bucky's sitting. "You're a jerk." He quips weakly, smiling as brings their mouths together once again.
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this is shit but meh thanks for reading ily <3