The other post, with skinny!Steve, is here.
Since hitting his growth spurt the summer between the end of high school and his freshman year at college - a surprise to everyone who knew him, including himself - people had taken to staring at him.
It was disconcerting.
People would just… look at him, and it often made the artist extremely uncomfortable and self conscious, mainly because he couldn’t figure out why. And sometimes, like now, people would follow him, for a bit. He was usually pretty sure they were headed the same way he was, and just used the opportunity to stare at him - Bucky promised he’d explain once it stopped being funny, which apparently hadn’t happened yet - except today.
It was the guy who’d asked him out after class the other day. Steve’d turned him down in the nicest way he knew how. The man, Jeremy, had asked again a few days later, and Steve had said no once more. And now, Jeremy was following him. Steve tried to tell himself that it was just coincidence - but Jeremy was still there after ten minutes, regardless of how many turns Steve made on the busy, unfamiliar Harlem streets.
Up ahead was a small cafe with outdoor seating and a man sitting alone, facing away from him. Steve slid into the seat opposite, plastered a huge smile on his face and said,
“This guy won’t take no for an answer and keeps following me, could you pretend to be my date?” The handsome man blinked, raised an eyebrow, but before he could answer, Jeremy was at their table.
“Steve! What a surprise seeing you here.” He lied, and then turned to glare at the man whos table Steve had commandeered.
“Who’s your… friend?” Steve felt a bit offended on the other mans behalf.
“Sam.” The man said, and reached across the table to hold Steves hand.
“And I’m his boyfriend, actually.” Sams smile was serene, like he couldn’t see the way Jeremys face twisted into a scowl.
“We’re on a date, actually, so if you wouldn’t mind…” Steve trailed off, awkwardly, but Sam stepped up to the fake boyfriend plate.
“Bye.” Sam said, leaving no room for any argument, and Jeremy only hesitated for a few seconds before leaving. Steve sagged with relief when Jeremy was out of sight, and beamed at Sam.
“Thank you so much; how can I repay you?” Sam grinned, leaning forward over the table.
“Buy me a coffee?” They’re still holding hands, Steve only realises when Sam rubs a thumb over the back of Steves knuckles. Steve can’t help the blush, and nods.