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Steve wasn’t a smoker, but the haze saturating the air curled its claws into his clothes and hair. He’d reek later, but that was nothing new. The beer in front of him was half gone, his soft, brown leather jacket scuffing against the table edge. Greg on his right, Monte on his left. Their beers were significantly lower, chatting in low voices as Steve scanned the bar.
It was a place for the scum of the earth. None of the stools were sturdy anymore (most had one, if not two leg caps missing, causing them to rock), the counters were sticky, the air muggy and thick, and the paint peeling from years of neglect. There was a draft catching Steve’s short, greasy hair every minute or two, tousling it.
Steve picked up his glass to take a drink, gaze wandering, and he promptly choked as he laid eyes on the brunette at the bar. The man wasn’t sitting, instead leaning with his forearms against the grimy counter. It showed off a view of his ass, perfectly shaped in his dark, tight jeans. He was talking to the bartender, something flirtatious about the way he’d tilt his head, but Steve couldn’t see his face.
He had definitely been staring for a good thirty seconds when Greg nudged him, startling Steve from the daze. “What? Sorry,” he said immediately, tone taking on a gruff edge.
Greg just smirked. “Didn’t say nothin’, man. You lookin’ for tail?”
“Me? No. No, absolutely not.”
“Why not?” Monte egged him on, giving a lascivious grin. “Nobody’s gonna look twice if you fuck a fairy. With an ass like that and his hair all long, he looks enough like a girl from behind.”
Steve swallowed thickly. His gaze shifted back over to the bar where the brunette had slid onto an unsteady barstool. Steve’s gaze lingered on the tattoo covering his left arm, something slate grey, silver and black. It looked like armored plates, but in the poor lighting and haze, Steve couldn’t see the details from across the room.
Greg smacked down Steve’s glass in front of him. “Liquid courage,” he announced, and Steve forced a smile.
He picked up the glass, taking two gulps before putting it down gingerly. “Okay, wish me luck,” he said, trying not to grimace. There were some hoots from Greg and Monte, and Steve slid off his stool, taking a breath of stale air before crossing the room.
Strategically he sat one stool away, sliding into place at the bar. He pretended to try to flag the bartender, who was on the other side and waved at him to hold on. The brunette had his elbows on the counter – and he must regret that, because Steve can see the half dried, sticky alcohol everywhere. But the man gave no indication of being uncomfortable, instead seeming perfectly in his element, glancing sidelong at Steve. Blue eyes with frankly illegally long eyelashes slid over him, lingering on his shoulders, and then his lap. Steve’s ears were turning pink.
“Hey,” the brunette said, the corner of his lips twitching up. There was something in his voice, coy but very pleased with himself.
“Hey,” Steve replied, sounding forced.
“You come here often?” The man asked , lifting an quizzical eyebrow. He gave Steve a flirtatious head tilt, and Steve couldn’t help but notice that his lips were parted and wet.
Steve exhaled a gusty breath, feeling like someone was strangling him. “Bucky,” he hissed.
“Quiet,” Bucky replied, somewhat sharply. He slid one seat over so he was beside Steve, who was just about to say something when the bartender finally showed up and put a halt to any real conversation.
Steve squeaked out a drink order, something far too high in alcohol content for the job he was doing, but suddenly alertness and professionalism were the last of his concern. Bucky’s hand – the one beautifully decorated to look like plates and bolts – had slid onto his leg. Bucky was rubbing at the inseam of his jeans, and Steve knew that if he blushed any harder, he was going to catch fire.
They both watched the bartender make Steve’s drink, and Bucky leaned in so his lips were right against Steve’s ear. “Play along with me,” he whispered, using his “come hither” voice.
Steve had to physically repress a shiver. “Working,” he whispered back. The bartender set his drink on a napkin and blessedly left for the other side of the bar. Steve swallowed a gulp of it before saying, “I told you I would be done by Thursday.” His hand covered Bucky’s, his thumb sliding over the only piece of actual metal on the man’s skin, a silver band around the third finger.
“I hate when you go undercover,” Bucky muttered, his lips brushing against Steve’s ear, then lower to his neck.
Steve impulsively glanced back at the table housing Greg and Monte, but luckily they didn’t seem overly interested in analyzing Steve’s bar pickup. Maybe this would help his cover – most of the guys would find it suspicious if he didn’t have a hookup at least once.
“It’s not safe for you to be here,” Steve whispered, concern lacing his tone.
“No one’s looked twice at me – except you,” Bucky murmured. He wasn’t even pretending that he wasn’t kissing Steve’s neck now, his hand rubbing the front of his jeans. “It’s so sexy when you catch bad guys,” he said, grinning into Steve’s skin.
“I haven’t caught them yet,” Steve said, somewhat breathlessly. “Which is why it isn’t safe for you to be here.”
“I won’t blow your cover, Cap,” Bucky said, and Steve immediately shushed him, praying no one heard him. The last thing he needed was for someone to realize he was a cop. “Relax – these things make you so tense.” More rubbing ensued, and Steve had to bite back a moan. His pants were definitely too tight now.
“How did you even know where I was,” he hissed through his teeth, unable to stop himself from gripping Bucky’s leg in return.
“I asked Natasha,” he said lightly.
“She’s not supposed to give out that info!” Steve said, as quietly but as forcefully as possible.
Bucky was unfazed. “I promised to give her a new back tattoo free of charge – besides, she wouldn’t have done it if she thought either of us would be in danger by it. Now shut up and play bar hookup with me.” Bucky gave the front of his pants a squeeze that had Steve gripping the counter and swallowing back a moan.
Steve didn’t even think, leaning over and kissing Bucky firmly and desperately on the lips. Bucky didn’t seem to have been expecting that because he gasped, hand moving to grip Steve’s hair. He pulled back after only a moment, the front of coyness gone, leaving only unadulterated desire. “Fuck me in the bathroom.”
Steve was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Bucky by the wrist and all but dragging him into the men’s restroom. The door lock gave a quiet shick under Steve’s hand. They banged their way into the only stall, kissing hazardously as Bucky made quick work of the button and zip on Steve’s jeans. His hand was down Steve’s pants a moment later, palming him as Steve pushed him against the stall wall, groaning at the contact. Bucky knew how uncoordinated Steve was during sex, so he quickly withdrew his hand to undo his own jeans and start to shimmy them down.
“God, I missed you,” Steve said into his neck, sucking a mark just below his pulse point. “Kept thinking about you – our bed, a hot shower, breakfast together at the table—”
“What a horrible thing to remember; you always burn the eggs,” Bucky said with a sly grin.
“Just that one time. You make the eggs, I’ll make the coffee,” Steve amended, helping pull Bucky’s pants down further before Bucky spun, planting his hands on the wall above the toilet, his skinny jeans caught around his thighs.
Steve’s breath caught at the sight before him. “Jesus Christ, Buck. Did you—?”
“I came prepared,” Bucky said, gasping as Steve pressed on the base of the plug seated deep in his ass.
“And you always say I’m the Boy Scout,” Steve shot back, a smile in his voice.
“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me – now hurry the fuck up, I’m getting six STIs just by standing here.”
Steve grasped the base of the plug, easing it back. Bucky gave a full body shudder, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. “Christ’s sake, do you not understand what hurry—” Bucky cut off with a strangled sound as Steve thrust straight in, causing his body to jerk and then shudder at the new intrusion.
“Was that too—”
“If you say one more word that isn’t about how much you love my ass or my lips or my fucking great personality, I will punch your pretty mouth.”
Steve’s hips bucked in response. “God, you’re always so threatening,” he complimented.
“Better,” Bucky replied, a little breathless.
“You waltz in here like you own the place,” Steve continued, his voice taking on a husky edge that made Bucky shiver. They’d found a rhythm now, something familiar but never got old, the slide easy and quick. “I could’ve come in my pants just looking at you in those jeans.”
“Found ‘em in the back of the closet under your stupid record player.”
Steve gave a quick thrust, Bucky letting out a cry and almost falling forward when Steve hit his prostate – but Steve was quick to loop and arm around his waist, continuing to thrust firmly into that spot. “It’s not…stupid,” Steve punctuated with another thrust.
“It’s broken…you…asshole,” Bucky said, although the fire was out of his words. He sounded breathy, his head lulling down. His cock was leaking, a string of precum dripping from the tip onto the grimy floor. “Fuck,” he gasped. “Been thinking about…this…you…for three weeks, Steve.”
Steve kissed at Bucky’s shoulder through his shirt. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Don’t, nngh,” Bucky arched a little, “Don’t take anymore…of these assignments. Let someone…someone else catch the mob bosses and…and bust trafficking rings.”
Steve nuzzled the back of Bucky’s neck where his hair was pulled off the nape into a loose ponytail. “Okay,” he whispered, his left hand covering Bucky’s on the wall. His own ring was missing, gone for the length of the assignment, but he stroked Bucky’s. His hips slowed, thrusts lengthening.
“Okay?” Bucky repeated after a delay of several thrusts, sounding dazed.
“Been thinking about…important stuff.”
“Important stuff?” Bucky wasn’t well fucked enough not to snort at that.
“Yes,” Steve said emphatically, Bucky dissolving into another low groan as Steve started to stroke him in opposite time to the firm thrusts. But Steve was a surprisingly good multitasker because he continued, “I’ve been doing these assignments so long…I’m losing sight of what’s important.”
“And what’s important?” Bucky asked breathlessly.
“You.” They both paused at that, even though each had known it was the answer. Bucky shifted forward, Steve’s length sliding out of him before he turned around. His arms wrapped around Steve’s shoulders, pulling him in for a deep kiss. Steve grabbed the back of Bucky’s thigh just as Bucky did a little hop up to wrap his legs around Steve’s hips. Bucky was by no means a small man, but having him pressed against the wall of the bathroom stall helped keep them both upright. With a little maneuvering, Bucky sunk back down onto Steve’s cock, shuddering as their bodies became flush.
“Ah,” he breathed in Steve’s mouth, hands carding through his hair. “You’re a sap,” he said, but not without affection.
“You love that about me,” Steve smiled just a little, their mouths touching between each breath.
“It may have been among the reasons I married you,” Bucky licked his lips before kissing Steve deeply.
They were both too close to make it last much longer. They were touch starved from weeks apart, and the emotional charge of their words left them both clingy and edged with desperation. Steve’s thrusts were quick and sharp, Bucky jerking himself off, his nails digging into Steve’s shoulder. It was Bucky who came first, his whole body seizing with a groan, his head clunking back against the wall. His body contracted around Steve’s in his pleasure, sending his partner tumbling over the edge moments later.
They stayed like that for several long moments, both panting loudly. Bucky’s fingers were carding through the hair at the base of Steve’s neck, Steve’s head against his shoulder. “I love you,” Steve whispered.
Bucky smiled faintly. “Such a sap,” he kissed Steve’s temple before whispering, “I love you too.”
They kissed one more time before reluctantly separating. Steve had cum on his shirt which was definitely not going to be easy to hide. Bucky was much better off – he just had to wiggle his pants back up, which made Steve smile.
Then Bucky noticed the anal plug he’d so thoughtfully worn, rolling on the floor. He sent Steve a scandalized look. “What was I supposed to do with it?” Steve asked helplessly.
Bucky made a face. “I suppose there isn’t any surface in here that would have been more sanitary. Ugh, I’m never touching that thing again. I’ll buy a new one.” He leaned in to kiss Steve softly. “Thursday?”
“Thursday,” he agreed, kissing him one more time.
Luckily there was no line outside the bathroom; the men had just been using the women’s. This probably happened far too regularly at a place like this. The little hallway gave them one last moment together, but they didn’t dare kiss. Bucky just squeezed Steve’s wrist. “Catch bad guys,” he whispered.
Steve nodded, swallowing. “I’ll be home soon.”
Bucky took the back door out of the bar, and Steve only took a moment to collect himself before heading back to the table with Greg and Monte. Someone had pilfered Steve’s drink from its glass, but he didn’t care. He was flying too high to care.
Monte took a drag on his cigarette, blowing it out before grinning at Steve. “You look better by a mile.” Greg laughed at that, giving Steve a slap on the back.
Steve couldn’t help but smile. “It’s going to be a good week.” Greg and Monte would be arrested by Thursday, and then Steve was going home.