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Steve and Bucky are playing cards of the floor of their apartment, legs spread so their feet touch leaving a space between their legs for the cards.
“Gin!” Bucky shouts with a smile.
“I’m right here, Buck. Do you always have to be so loud?” Steve chuckles.
“You love when I’m loud, you sure weren't complaining last night.” Bucky smirks, making Steve blush. “You’re so cute when you blush.” Bucky smiles through his words as he hands Steve his cards, Steve taking them from him with a small sigh. “What’s wrong, Stevie?”
“It’s just, I-, can I be serious with you for a minute?” Bucky sits up straighter and places his hands on his legs, looking at Steve with a concerned look.
“Of course you can, what’s wrong?”
“Nothin’s wrong, it’s just, ugh. I’m not good with this kinda shit, so I’m just gonna come out and ask it. Don’t take this the wrong way, but all we’ve been doin’ since you got back is pretty innocent, I was just wonderin’ if we’re gonna do anything more? Don’t get me wrong, I love sucking you off and I love when you do it to me, it’s just I was wonderin’ if when we’re gonna take that next step, you know? Now I ain’t no blushin’ virgin and I know you sure as hell aren’t, but I’ve never really done it with someone that I’ve cared about the way I care about you, and, god this is gonna sound bad, fuck I’m bad at this shit, do you top or bottom?” Steve is past blushing when he speaks, his cheeks are a deep red that creeps down to his neck. Bucky doesn’t say anything for a while and Steve begins to panic, mind over flowing with what must be going through his lovers mind. “I’m sorry, never mind. Let’s just keep playing. You ever played speed?” Steve asks, desperately trying to change the subject. Steve begins dealing out cards as Bucky just sits there in silence, staring at Steve with a look he can’t recognize.
Bucky sweeps his arms forward, knocking the cards out of his way as he launches himself on Steve, pinning him to the floor as he attacks his neck with tongue and teeth.
“Bucky,” Steve gasps, “Bucky what are you doing?”
“Showing you how much I care for you.” Bucky grinds his hips to meet Steve’s as he speaks. “Of course we’re gonna take the next step, Stevie. But I’m gonna treat you right, take you out on a nice date, then we’re gonna come back here and I’m going to worship you the way you deserve, gonna have you writhing in pleasure. I’m going to make love to you so good, baby. Make you feel so good, our first time needs to be as special as you are. Je t'aime bébé. ”
*****
Steve sits at a work table in the shop as Tony tinkers around with whatever new project he’s working on, the blonde letting his mind wander as he sketches. What started as a sketch of the new bot that he and Tony were working on somehow turned into Bucky’s smiling face. It isn’t a complete sketch, just rough outlines and sharp edges. He somehow managed to draw the little details of his eyes as he smiles, the way they squeeze together in the corners. Bucky’s smile is a rough couple of lines but still noticeably a smile. Steve chuckles to himself as he realizes what he had drawn, carefully tearing the page out before folding it and placing it into his back pocket.
“What are you giggling about, Steve-o?” Tony asks, too busy in rewiring the robotic arm in front of him to look up.
“Oh, nothing. How’s the arm coming?” He asks, changing the subject.
“ Fan-fucking-tastic. I can’t figure out how to connect the base to the joint, everything I’ve tried ends up with me getting shocked or the arm going nuts. I’ve been smacked by this thing more than my ex’s ass.” Tony jokes, earning a light laugh from Steve.
“Let me take a look at it.” Steve gets up from his seat and makes his way to Tony in a few steps, his sketch of Bucky poking out of his back pocket. Steve kneels down next to Tony and looks at the mess of open wires coming out of the robotic arm.
“Ah, I see what the problem is. You see this wire?” Steve points to one of the many multi colored wires, Tony nodding. “Well, you’re trying to connect it to the same circuit board it’s coming out of.” Steve moves one end of the wire to a different place and then stands up.
“Try it now.” Steve says. Tony stands up and presses a button on the remote in his hand and the arm begins to move.
“Now how the hell did I not see that?” Tony laughs.
“Too close to the project, sometimes you just need an outsider's perspective.” Steve shrugs with a smile as he makes his way back to his seat.
Steve loves his job, basically all he does is occasionally sketch out one of Tony’s ideas, make a few blueprints here and there, sketch out what Tony has made, and the rest of the time is his own. He can draw whatever he wants, with unlimited sketch paper and access to charcoals and pencils he wouldn’t be able to afford on his own. When Steve first met Tony he had no idea who the energetic little shit was, and Tony was so happy about that. Steve treated him like anyone else, like it didn’t matter who he was. Tony Stark: Howard Stark’s only child, the boy who will one day own Stark Industries.
When Steve found out who Tony was, he didn’t really care. He was still just Tony to him. Now Steve and Tony work side by side at Stark Industries, Tony paying Steve way more than he probably should, and Steve drawing what Tony needs him to and occasionally help him out with something technical.
“But that requires working with others.” Tony groans, making Steve chuckle.
“That sounds awful .”
“Shut up.” Tony jokes. “You got any plans for the weekend?”
“Yeah, I do actually. Bucky’s got something planned for us, he made a really big deal about it, he won’t tell me anything though, says that it’s gonna be a surprise. When he told me about it he was like a little kid, smiling from ear to ear, he’s really excited for it.” Steve says through a wide smile, remembering the night Bucky told him.
“Cancel your plans for the weekend, sexy. I’m taking you out, it’ll be the best date of your life. You won’t know what hit ya’, punk, it’ll be like you were attacked by a romance ninja.” Bucky says as he presses his chest to Steve’s back, a tight grip on his hips, placing a kiss on his cheek.
“Romance ninja?” Steve questions through a laugh.
“You heard me. While you were gone all day I planned some stuff out for us, thinking about what you asked the other day. It’ll be the best weekend of our lives.” Bucky smiles.
“Tell me more.” Steve purrs, pushing his ass into Bucky’s hips earning a groan.
“Nope, it’s a surprise. But trust me, you’ll love it.” Steve turns around from where he stood, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s neck.
“That’s so unfair, you gotta tell me.”
“Sorry, sweetheart. My lips are sealed.” Bucky smiles wide and Steve just rolls his eyes, then leans forward and locks their lips in a sweet embrace.
“That sounds, nice.” Tony says through gritted teeth as he shakes his head, getting back to work on the arm in front of him.
“You alright?”
“Yeah, just peachy.” Steve walks back over to Tony and leans against the table, trying to figure out what Tony is feeling.
“No you’re not, you still need help on the arm or something?”
No, I need you to leave him for me because he is nothing but trouble. Tony thinks to himself. “No, the arm’s good. It’s just, ugh, I don’t like that guy.” Tony stands up and faces Steve.
“Why not?”
“He just, I don’t know, there’s just something about him that I don’t like.” That he has you.
“You barely know him, Tony. Give him a chance, alright? He’s the best guy I know, I don’t get how you don’t like him.”
“ Best guy you know? Seriously, Steve? The guy left you for seven years. He wasn’t here for you and now all of a sudden he’s just back and you act like nothing happened. You act like the hell he put you through doesn’t matter, you make it seem like you are the exact same person you were when he left. You don’t know him like you think you do anymore, Steve. You’re holding on to the old him you knew back in Brooklyn, he isn’t the same and neither are you.”
“No, we aren’t those two kids we once were, but that doesn’t make a difference. He’s still him and I’m still me. Don’t you dare tell me that what happened those years doesn’t matter to me. Yes, he left, but he came back to me, don’t you get that? I’ve been in love with him since we were kids, Tony. He could have left for fifty years and what I feel for him wouldn’t change. What has gotten into you?”
“Are you kidding me? He left you alone for years, I watched you go through the pain that he caused, I helped you grieve when you lost your mom and he was in whatever fucking country, I helped you move on from the heartbreak in your life for those years. I helped you get over him, or at least I thought I did.”
“Is this about that night in Atlantic City?”
“No- yes, ugh I don’t know! We could have something great, you know? He’s just going to leave you again, and you’ll be back to square one. I don’t want you to go through that again, he’s bad news, Steve. You need to realize that.”
“Fuck you, Tony. Are you seriously doing this? I- y-, I don’t, seriously?” Steve stammers, his anger growing.
“Yes, Steve. If you stay with him you’re just going to get hurt.” Steve groans in frustration at his friends words. He looks at the clock on the wall and runs his fingers through his hair, trying to decide what he should do.
“Whatever, Tony. I’m leaving, see you on Monday.” Steve grabs a few things he needs and makes his way to the door, but stops in his tracks when he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“Steve, don’t do this.” Tony pleads, his brown eyes pouring into the magnificent blue of Steve’s. “I’m so sorry, I promise.”
“Promise me this, Tony. You’ll let me and Bucky be.”
“Steve I care about you too much to sit back and watch you get hurt.”
“Promise me that, Tony.”
“I promise, but only because I care about you.” Tony sighs.
“If you really care about me, Tony, you’ll drop this. Let things run their course, if I get hurt I get hurt, but everything happens for a reason, and Bucky and I have very good reasons. Have a good weekend.” Steve moves his shoulder, knocking Tony’s hand off and walks out the door.