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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Captain_America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers
  Character:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes, Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      Pre-Serum_Steve_Rogers, Top_Steve_Rogers, Bottom_Bucky_Barnes, This_is
      twice_as_long_as_I_intended_it_to_be_and_about_2/3_of_it_is_just_porn_so
      you're_welcome, Underage_because_they're_both_high_school_students, Prom,
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-26 Words: 4309
****** Nice Tie ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Steve is trying to have fun at prom with a group of his friends, he
     really is. But he can't help feeling it should have been more. Then
     he runs into James Buchanan Barnes and his night takes an unexpected
     turn.
Notes
     My own prom was pretty recent and this is not how it went at all, nor
     is it how I wish it went, but it's fun to think about in the context
     of Stucky so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
See the end of the work for more notes
The moment Steve walks through the doors of his senior prom, he knows he’s made
a huge mistake.
He and his “date,” Peggy, are fifteen minutes later than the rest of their
friends because she had to talk him into going all over again right before they
left, and the music is already blasting at a volume that’s messing with his
hearing aid. He turns it down and then leans in, whispering, “Sorry again,” to
Peggy.
She kisses the air next to his face, avoiding his actual cheek with her crimson
lipstick. “Don’t worry, love,” she says into his good ear. “What matters is
that we’re here now and we’re going to have an amazing time with our friends.”
When he doesn’t say anything after a moment, she says, “Right?”
“Right,” he says, shooting her a weak but genuine smile.
And he wants to enjoy it. He really does. It’s just…
Well, it’s not really his scene, for one. He’s spent all of high school holed
up in his room drawing or spending time with his equally nerdy friends. He
doesn’t go to parties, and he definitely doesn’t go to school dances.
Except this one.
And this is the big one, the one his whole high school life has ostensibly been
leading up to. A once in a lifetime thing. And some part of him had always
looked forward to it, sure. But that part of him had always imagined, in some
subconscious way at the very least, that he’d be going with some high school
sweetheart, maybe even one he would want to spend the rest of his life with. So
deep down he’s kind of a romantic. Sue him.
Don’t get him wrong, he loves Peggy Carter with every inch of his being, but
going as friends just isn’t the same for Steve. The rest of his friends seem
perfectly content to do so, with Sam and Natasha pairing off and joining Steve
and Peggy as a group (although Steve has his own secret suspicions about that).
And it’s almost enough for Steve. But another part of Steve has been alone too
long, and it’s beginning to grate.
Peggy elbows Steve in the ribs and he yelps, because he doesn’t have much
padding to begin with and that elbow was  sharp,  and she points at Sam and
Natasha, who are waving at them from the edge of the dance floor.
They both look stunning, as does Peggy, and Steve is blown away, as he often
is, by just how beautiful his friends are. It makes him feel twiggy and awkward
in comparison. Sure, objectively speaking, his suit fits him perfectly (for
once; most clothes hang off him haphazardly) and he’s never looked better.
Subjectively speaking, on the other hand, he feels like a little kid playing
dress up.
Peggy interrupts his thoughts, leaning in and whispering, “I think you owe me a
dance?”
He lets her take his hand and drag him toward their friends, joining the
frenzy. Peggy reels him in with her and they dance like idiots, Steve giggling
despite himself. It’s almost enough for him to forget how much he hates these
things.
Then after a while, the music switches to a slow song, and both Peggy and Steve
stop, faces growing wistful.
“I wonder what Angie’s doing right now,” Peggy says. Her girlfriend had to go
out of town for the few weeks surrounding prom, which is the only reason Steve
is even here as her date in the first place.
Steve rests a hand on Peggy’s shoulder. “I’m sure she can’t wait to see you
again,” he says. Then he ponders for a moment before saying, “I’m running to
the bathroom. Be right back.” She nods and he turns away.
As soon as he walks into the bathroom, he knows he’s made his second huge
mistake. Because standing in front of the sink is one James Buchanan Barnes.
Steve kind of hates this guy. And by hates, he means that he finds defined
jawlines making their way into his mindless sketches and fantasizes about
strong arms wrapped around him when his thoughts run away from him. Yeah, he
definitely hates him.
Steve sees James blink in the mirror when he walks in, and then he turns to
face Steve.
“Um. Hey.”
Not what Steve was expecting.
This is, after all, the same James Barnes who plays sports and excels in his
classes, who is going to a prestigious college next year to study science (it’s
near Steve’s art school, he’s noted to himself). Who volunteers in his spare
time and is charismatic and witty and loved by all. Who Steve expected to be
more articulate than  Um. Hey.
“Hey…” Steve says back, not sure what to make of the way James is blinking at
him every few seconds as if he’s stunned. Steve peeks in the mirror behind
James to make sure he doesn’t have something on his face.
James is still giving him that odd look. What does it mean? Is he about to get
beaten up in the men’s room at prom? Fucking typical. He’s made it most of the
school year with only minor altercations here and there, and now on prom night
of all nights, it finally happens.
“That’s, um…” James starts, and then he blinks some more.
“Yes?” Steve prompts when James doesn’t continue.
“That’s a nice tie,” he says.
That was not what Steve was expecting.
“It would look better on my hotel floor,” Steve thinks he hears James say,
quieter, mumbled, but still audible.
“It would what now?” Steve says, turning his hearing aid back up to make sure
he caught that correctly.
James facepalms. “This is not how I imagined this going,” he groans, mostly to
himself.
Steve is frowning now, a deep furrow in his brow. “Uh, James, you okay there,
pal?”
“Bucky.”
“What?”
“Call me Bucky. People I like call me Bucky.”
“People you…”
“Oh fuck it. Can I…”
When Steve quirks an eyebrow, James (Bucky, Steve corrects himself) pushes
himself away from the sink and steps in closer to Steve. He cups Steve’s cheek
and leans in close and says, “Stop me right now if I’m being stupid,” and then…
Then his lips are on Steve’s. Steve’s eyebrows shoot up. He’s not sure what’s
happening, but he’s pretty sure he likes it.
 He realizes he’s waited too long to respond when he feels Bucky start to pull
away.
“Sorry, I read this wrong, I’m just gonna—” He drops his hand away from Steve’s
face and takes a step back. Steve can see now that he’s turned an interesting
shade of pink.
Steve realizes that if Bucky leaves now, he’ll probably be impossible to track
down for the rest of the night, and possibly for the rest of high school if
Bucky is as smart as Steve thinks he is. Judging from the look on his face,
he’s probably planning it all out now, how he’s going to avoid having to face
Steve ever again. So Steve panics and does the only thing he can think to do.
He grabs onto the lapels of Bucky’s jacket and yanks him back in.
Their mouths crash together and Bucky yelps in surprise and probably a bit of
pain. Steve can taste a hint of blood in his mouth but ignores it in favor of
sucking Bucky’s lower lip into his mouth. Bucky  whines  at that, and Steve
decides to make it his personal mission to make Bucky make that sound again.
Steve finds Bucky’s hands around his thin waist. Bucky pulls him in even
closer, Steve still clutching Bucky’s lapels, and presses their bodies
together. Steve realizes Bucky is already getting hard.
This is definitely not how he thought this night would go.
Steve finally, reluctantly pulls back to look Bucky in the eye. God, he looks
completely wrecked, his eyes dilated and glassy and his lips red and shiny from
kissing. Steve leans in again and presses a quick peck to Bucky’s lips before
pulling back again.
“Do you think we should take this somewhere else?” His voice sounds breathy and
weird to his own ears.
Bucky looks around. “Oh yeah. Shit, you’re right.” Bucky’s voice, on the other
hand, sounds downright sinful, all low and gravelly with lust.
“Where should we…”
Bucky chews his lip for a second before looking up hopefully. “You wanna get
out of here?”
Steve goes blank for a second while he processes that and then weighs his
options.
Screw it. He may never get a chance like this again.
“Sure, I just have to text my friends so they know I didn’t fall in.”
Bucky snorts and still manages to somehow sound attractive. Steve is in so much
trouble right now.
Steve types a message to Peggy:  Had to leave don’t wait up, everything’s fine
though  and then puts his phone away without checking for a response. He looks
up at Bucky, who gives him a surprisingly shy smile.
“You ready?”
“Yeah,” says Steve.
“Wanna go out the back way?”
Steve nods. It makes sense. Steve has overprotective friends who would probably
stop them in their tracks, and as for Bucky, well. He probably doesn’t want to
be seen leaving with someone like Steve Rogers. Steve has no illusions about
the nature of what they’re about to do.
They leave the bathroom at the same time but with a bit of distance between
them until they make it to the doors. Then Bucky reaches out and guides Steve
to his car by the small of his back.
The drive to Bucky’s hotel room is short and quiet. As they near it, Steve
thinks to ask, “So who were you staying with?”
“Clint, Thor, some other buddies from the team who didn’t have dates.”
Steve nods. He’s still not sure why Bucky of all people didn’t have a date, but
he accepts that there are things in this world he’s just not meant to
understand. “Will they mind? Like, if they get back early or something and
we’re still…”
“I’ll text them. Shit, I should have done that while you were texting your
friends.” Steve is pretty sure he hears Bucky continue to mutter, “What am I
even doing with my life,” but he’s not sure.
They pull into the parking lot and Bucky again guides Steve by the small of his
back, this time into the hotel and up to the room.
As soon as they close the door behind themselves, they kick off their shoes and
both grab their phones. Bucky shoots a message to his friends and Steve checks
and sees that he has a message from Peggy that says  Where tf are you???  Sam
and Natasha have sent messages along similar lines. He ignores them for now.
Bucky tucks his phone away and they look at each other for a long and slightly
awkward moment. Then Bucky huffs out a breath and pulls Steve in, and it’s like
they never stopped.
In what seems like no time at all, Steve feels Bucky’s flagging erection pick
back up again, and one of his own as well. He reaches up with one hand to
thread his fingers through Bucky’s thick hair. It’s even softer than it looks,
and Steve accidentally finds himself giving it a tug. Bucky moans into Steve’s
mouth at that, and…oh. Okay then.
Experimentally, Steve gives Bucky a small shove toward the bed. Bucky
immediately complies, taking several steps backward before his legs hit it and
he sinks down onto it, breaking their kiss in the process. He’s looking up at
Steve almost reverently, and Steve’s never been looked at like that in his
life. It makes his stomach flip, and to stop the sensation he breaks eye
contact in favor of leaning down to nip at Bucky’s neck.
Bucky gasps and clutches at the front of Steve’s shirt, which reminds Steve
that they’re both entirely too clothed. He reaches out with trembling hands and
takes off Bucky’s tie, then  starts to undo Bucky’s shirt buttons. Bucky does
the same, and Steve realizes that his hands are shaking as well.
“Have you ever—” Bucky says suddenly. He cuts himself off, but Steve knows what
he means.
“No. Have you?”
Bucky shakes his head, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and chewing on it.
It seems to be a nervous habit of his. Steve is surprised at that answer, to
say the least. Everyone in the school wants Bucky, it seems. Even the people
not attracted to guys. Maybe that’s just Steve projecting though.
Bucky finishes undoing Steve’s buttons and pushes his shirt off his shoulders.
Steve is suddenly hyper aware of the way he looks, the way his collarbones and
ribs jut out, and he blushes despite himself, feeling the warmth spread across
first his face, and then down his neck and chest.
“Fuck,” Bucky whispers, “you’re a full body blusher.”
Steve blushes harder at that and starts to feel indignant. “And your point?”
“That it’s hot as fuck. C’mere.” Bucky grabs Steve’s belt loops and reels him
in to stand right between his legs. Steve pulls Bucky’s shirt the rest of the
way off and inhales sharply at the sight of him, then rests his arms on Bucky’s
shoulders, hands hanging loosely behind Bucky’s neck. He leans in and presses
his mouth to Bucky’s collarbone, nipping at it and then sucking it into a
bruise before running his tongue over it to soothe it. Bucky whimpers and Steve
pulls back.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Fuck yes,” says Bucky, reaching over and fumbling to undo Steve’s belt. As
soon as he pulls it off, he’s unbuttoning Steve’s pants and starting to shove
them off Steve’s narrow hipbones. Before Bucky can get much further, Steve
pushes him down with what little strength he has to lie flat on his back on the
bed. Bucky complies easily, flopping back and lifting his hips so that Steve
can make quick work of yanking his pants off. Then, in just his underwear, he
sits back up and finishes his work on Steve’s pants. They both stare at each
other for a moment and then simultaneously strip off the last article of
clothing they have left on.
Steve’s mouth immediately starts to water at the sight of Bucky’s cock. It’s
big, and fully hard, and dripping precome from the tip. He looks back up to see
Bucky’s eyes roaming over Steve’s body, taking in the sight. In place of the
distaste and disappointment Steve was expecting, Bucky’s expression is one of
pure lust.
“Do you have any—” Steve starts.
“Shit, sorry, yeah, hang on.” Bucky stands and goes to the other side of the
room, where there’s a stack of bags. He digs through one of them until he pulls
out a few condoms and a bottle of lube, whooping triumphantly.
“Wow, optimistic?” Steve teases, and Bucky laughs and shakes his head.
“No, fucking Clint thinks he’s hilarious. He whipped these out and told me to
‘stay safe tonight.’ In front of all the guys, no less. Not that they don’t
technically know about…” He shakes his head. “But still. Embarrassing.
Especially considering he just did it as a joke because he knows how little
action I get.”
“Yeah, about that,” says Steve. “What’s up with that? I mean, you’re…you, you
know?” He blushes, realizing what he’s just said, and frantically tries to
backpedal. “I mean, I just mean that, you know—” He stops, because Bucky is
looking at him with an expression that looks almost sad, if Steve didn’t know
any better. Then it fades and Bucky just shrugs wordlessly.
Then he’s crossing the room again to join Steve by the bed. He sets the things
on the bedside table and pulls Steve close, kissing him for what feels like
both the millionth and first time that night. They’ve been kissing each other
almost constantly since they met up in the men’s room, but this one feels
different. More purposeful, not to mention deep and filthy. There’s intent
behind it, intent that Steve becomes acutely aware of when Bucky suddenly drops
to his knees, reaching out to snag a condom as he sinks to the floor. He tears
it open and rolls it over Steve’s cock. Then, maintaining eye contact, he licks
a stripe up the underside from base to tip. Steve shivers, chills running down
his spine as his eyes flutter shut and he tips his head back. A soft sound
escapes him despite himself.
“Don’t hold back,” Bucky murmurs, his voice sounding thick and slightly
unsteady. “I wanna hear you.”
Steve just nods, looking back down. His hand, of its own volition, reaches out
and runs its fingers through Bucky’s soft hair. Bucky leans into the touch like
a cat, all but nuzzling Steve’s hand. Then he leans back in and takes a few
inches of Steve’s dick into his mouth. He swallows down as much of it as he
can, hollowing out his cheeks, before pulling back and off again with a pop. He
looks up at Steve uncertainly and Steve gives him a soft smile, the hand that’s
still in Bucky’s hair giving the slightest tug. Bucky’s eyelids flutter and
then without warning he enthusiastically swallows Steve back down again.
Steve chokes out a moan as Bucky continues, trying to resist the urge to twist
his fingers tightly into Bucky’s hair and shove him down. It goes on like this
for a couple minutes, the wet sounds of Bucky’s mouth on Steve’s dick
intermingled with Steve’s gasps and moans, before Steve has to push Bucky away.
Bucky immediately looks bewildered. “Did I—”
“You’re fine,” Steve reassures, breathless. “More than fine. I just need a
minute. I don’t wanna come just yet.”
Bucky smiles shyly at that, looking down at the ground.
Steve pulls his hand out of Bucky’s hair and takes a step back. His knees feel
like jelly and if he doesn’t sit soon he’s going to fall over.
“Stand up,” he tells Bucky, “and lie down on the bed.”
Bucky jumps to do as Steve has told him, flopping onto the bed. Steve grabs
another of the condoms and carefully rolls it onto Bucky. Bucky is trembling,
he realizes, eyes heavy-lidded. Steve decides this will be easier if he just
goes for it without second guessing himself, so he kneels on the bed in front
of Bucky, leans down, and takes him into his mouth.
He wishes he could taste Bucky, but his mother has preached safe sex to him
since he first found out what sex was, and even though he doesn’t think Bucky
has any reason to lie about his history, it’s better to be safe than sorry.
Bucky seems to be onboard with it, which makes Steve a lot more comfortable
than he expected he’d be in this situation.
Instead, he settles for the feel of the weight of Bucky’s cock in his mouth and
the scent of Bucky’s skin this close up. It’s enough, at least for now. It’ll
probably always have to be enough, he realizes, because it’s not like this will
ever happen again.
He gets pulled out of his thoughts by the incredible sound of Bucky whimpering
as Steve runs his tongue across the tip of Bucky’s dick.
“Fuck, Steve, where did you learn to do that?”
Steve feels himself turn pink but he grins. “Google.”
Bucky huffs out a laugh that turns into a cry when Steve suddenly sinks back
down. Steve pulls off again to look at Bucky with a sense of wonder. “God,
you’re pretty,” he blurts out before he can stop himself. Bucky is silent for a
long moment, during which Steve is already planning his quick escape from the
room (and then the country). Then he looks at Steve and reaches out a hand.
After a second of blinking at Bucky, Steve catches on and interlaces his
fingers with Bucky’s.
He’s about to carry on when Bucky opens his mouth to speak.
When Bucky doesn’t say anything, his mouth just hanging open instead, Steve
prompts him with a soft, “What is it, Buck?”
“Do you maybe wanna…”
“What?”
“Doyoumaybewannafuckme?”
Oh fuck yes.
Steve says as much as he reaches for the bottle of lube. Bucky breaks out in a
grin as Steve pours some out, coating his fingers. He takes a deep, shaky
breath, hoping he knows what he’s doing, and then reaches down to circle
Bucky’s opening with his finger. Bucky lets out a sharp gasp and Steve pulls
away quickly. “You okay?”
Bucky chuckles. “Fine. S’just cold.”
“Sorry,” Steve says, before returning to the task of opening Bucky up. After a
moment, he slides the tip of his finger in and watches as a beautiful shudder
runs through Bucky. Steve’s breath catches in his throat as he pushes in
further. After a minute, he adds another, carefully scissoring his fingers to
further open Bucky. He keeps that up for a couple minutes before Bucky starts
pushing back against Steve’s hand, gasping out little breaths.
“More, please, christ, Steve,  please. ”
Steve pushes in a third finger, feeling Bucky stretch around him. A moment
later, his fingers graze Bucky just right and he cries out sharply.
“Was that…?”
“I think so,” Bucky gasps. “God, don’t stop.”
Steve doesn’t, instead pumping his fingers slowly in and out of Bucky. Bucky
whimpers, gasping out every few seconds as Steve curls his fingers slightly
inside him. Finally, Bucky breathes, “Steve, if you don’t fuck me right this
second I swear to god.”
Steve nods. “Okay, okay.” He pulls his fingers out and grabs the bottle of lube
again, pouring some more out and slathering it generously onto his dick. Then
he lines up with Bucky and takes a deep breath. “You ready?”
“Please, Stevie, I’ve been ready for ages, just go already.”
Steve pushes in, agonizingly slow, while Bucky makes impatient faces below him.
Steve doesn’t want to somehow accidentally hurt him though, so he keeps the
same pace, When he finally bottoms out, they both freeze, taking deep breaths.
Then Bucky blurts out, “Fucking move already, Steve, I’m dying here.”
Steve pulls out most of the way and then snaps his hips forward again, and
Bucky gasps out,  “Steve!”
So Steve does it again. After a few tries, he picks up a steady rhythm, his own
gasps slipping out despite himself. Bucky flings his arms around Steve’s neck
and pulls him in for a deep kiss before allowing Steve to continue, his arms
staying where they are.
Steve reaches between them to grasp Bucky’s dick, beginning to pump it in time
with his rhythm.
“Oh god,  Steeeve. ”
“Shh, it’s okay Buck, I’ve got you,” Steve starts to babble, continuing to
stroke Bucky’s cock steadily. He continues to murmur reassurances as he goes,
leaning down every so often to kiss Bucky’s neck, his shoulders, his mouth.
He starts to feel his climax building, a coiling heat in the pit of his
stomach. His breath is catching in his throat and he’s pretty sure he’ll need
his inhaler after this (he’s pretty sure it’s in the pocket of his pants) but
right now he’s focused entirely on the look on Bucky’s face. His eyes are
squeezed shut, his head thrown back, his hair sticking to his now damp
forehead. Steve takes a moment to brush some of it out of the way before
continuing to pump his cock. The pressure builds and builds, and then suddenly
Bucky is crying out and that’s enough to push Steve over the edge too. He
spills into the condom, his orgasm shaking through him, and then his arms give
out and he slumps onto Bucky’s chest. He’s not concerned about being too heavy
on top of him. He’s never been too heavy for anything.
Once he’s caught his breath, he pulls out and removes the condom, tying it off
and tossing it into the wastebin beside the bed. Bucky never took his off, so
there’s minimal mess and he’s able to do the same. Steve stays sat up for a
moment, just staring down at his hands and trying to process what just
happened. Then he turns back to Bucky.
“I should probably go now,” he says. “Wouldn’t want your friends to know I was
here.” He attempts a smile but isn’t sure how successful it is.
Bucky’s brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Well, you know…”
The furrow deepens.
“You’re you and I’m…me.”
Now Bucky just looks pained. “What does that even mean?”
Steve just gives him a look. “Listen, you don’t have to pretend, I’m just gonna
get dressed and then I’ll get out of your—”
Bucky grabs his wrist and looks like he’s about to cry. “Please…please don’t
go. I…”
Now it’s Steve’s turn to frown. “You what?”
“I really like you, Steve. You gotta know that.”
What.
“What?”
Bucky looks at him like he’s stupid. “I like you.”
“Why?”
Bucky huffs. “C’mon, Steve. You’re smart and talented and cute as hell and I’ve
wanted you since I first saw you freshman year but I haven’t been able to make
myself say anything until tonight.”
What.
“Oh,” Steve says.
“Yeah.”
Steve tentatively crawls back over to curl up next to Bucky. Bucky wraps an arm
around his shoulders, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s
head.
“This is not how I expected tonight to go,” says Bucky.
“Same,” says Steve. “But I’m glad it did.” He looks up in time to see Bucky
smile softly.
“Yeah, me too, Stevie.”
Steve tucks himself up against Bucky’s side and it’s like he was meant to fit
there. As he falls asleep, he thinks that maybe coming to prom wasn’t such a
mistake after all.
End Notes
     This is my first time posting anything even remotely smutty and I'm
     kind of nervous about it so go easy on me lol. Feedback is
     appreciated though! Tumblr link is here if you want to reblog it.
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