For the prompt post: “i was hitchhiking and you picked me up and WHOOPS YOU’RE A FAMOUS ROCKSTAR” au OOOOOOR “i had a one night stand the night before i started a college class and WHOOPS I ACCIDENTALLY BANGED THE PROFESSOR” Please and thank you!!!!!!!!
“Just try,” Sam says, shoving Steve towards the bar.
“Sam!” Steve hisses, but it’s too late — he’s already bumped into the man he’s been ogling half the night.
The guy starts a little, dropping the book he’s been reading. “Sorry!” Steve manages.
“It’s alright,” the guy says, looking up. Then he looks up, obviously checking Steve out. “Hey,” he says, voice sounding a little lower than it did before.
Steve can’t help it; he blushes. “Hi, uh, you’re alone?” he asks, and he can hear Sam snicker behind him.
The guy smiles, sort of leans back on his bar stool. “Mmm-hmmm,” he says, and Steve can’t stop staring at his plump lips. “Why, you want a drink?”
“If you’re not busy,” Steve says, looking at the book, which he can see now is heavily-annotated.
The guy seems to trace Steve’s gaze and shuts the book. “Just over-preparing. First classes start tomorrow.”
Steve nods, chuckles. “Oh, I know,” he says. It’s pretty much all he’s thought about since he decided to put that GI Bill to good use.
“I’m Bucky,” he says, reaching out a hand.
Steve takes it. His grip is firm and… lingering.
“Steve,” he says.
Bucky smiles again. “I’ve got good drinks over at my place, if you’re—“
“Yes,” Steve says. “Let’s go.”
“Jesus,” Bucky says, rolling over the next morning. His hair is a goddamn mess, and Steve’s pretty proud to have made it that way.
Steve yawns, stretches. His nerves have dissipated somewhat, thanks to Bucky and his amazing hands.
“Mornin’,” Bucky says, looking over at Steve and smiling.
“Hi,” Steve says, unable to keep the dumb smile off his face.
They look at each other for a few moments, just soaking each other in. They hadn’t had much time for conversation last night, but Steve had fun. He can already tell that Bucky has a great sense of humor, and he’s obviously incredible in bed, and Steve really wants Bucky to ask him for his number.
Bucky sighs. “I hate to lose the view, but I gotta get ready for my class.”
“What time is it?” Steve asks.
“Quarter to eight,” Bucky says.
Steve nods. “Same.” He’ll have just enough time to get home, change, and get to class. Not enough time to worry about anything.
“You busy tonight?” Bucky asks, then ducks his head. “I know it’s a little overeager but I’d like to actually take you on a date.”
“I’m free,” Steve says. “Very free.”
Bucky looks back up and smiles. “Meet me here at seven?”
Steve nods. “Yeah,” he says. “I will.”
Maybe it was naive of Steve to think that he wouldn’t actually see Bucky again until that night.
“I can’t believe the front row was already taken when we got here,” says one young woman as she slips into the seat in front of Steve. They’re in a relatively small lecture hall, but it had also surprised Steve that the entire front row was taken, even despite him getting there ten minutes early.
The girl next to her sighs. “I know. The one class with a decent view and we’re stuck in the third row.”
“Jesus, Prof is dreamy. This is my fourth class with him and I’m not even a history major.”
The other girl laughs. “He’s why I’m a history major,” she says.
Steve wants to laugh, but keeps it to himself. Maybe he would be a little more excited about the prospect of a dreamy professor if he were a little younger, but he’s older now. More mature. Crushing on the professor seems like a cute thing to do when you’re young, though, and he can’t blame the women (or apparently the entire front row) for having a little fun.
He readies his computer and focuses on preparing a Word document. He doesn’t even notice that the professor entered the room until he’s standing at the podium and starting to speak.
In a very familiar voice.
“Welcome to the History of World War II. I’m Professor Barnes, your sergeant for the rest of the semester—“ While the rest of the class giggles Steve feels the blood drain from his face. “And I…” Professor Barnes — Bucky — looks up and locks eyes with Steve. “Steve?” he chokes out and the class all swivel their heads, trying to find whoever it is Steve is.
Steve sinks down in his seat.
It’s going to be a long semester.