Hey! I absolutely love your writing, and I thought of a prompt that feels perfect for Stucky--Steve and Bucky are on a Work Retreat with Work Friends and after a few drinks end up back in one of their rooms, on the verge of hooking up. Only, just then Mutual Friend Sam knocks on the door, but (oh no!) neither Steve nor Bucky can remember what room they're in and so can't figure out who should respond. Maybe Sam knows? And is messing with them? TIA, you're fantastic <3
I decided to do Steve and Bucky as sober instead of tipsy because I just like to write consent to be very, very clear!
Steve takes a seat next to Bucky at the bar. “This taken?” he asks.
“It is by your presumptive ass,” Bucky says. “You want a drink?”
“Ginger ale?” Steve asks.
“What me to ask ‘em for a shot of something? Some grenadine, perhaps?” Bucky asks, gesturing to his own Shirley Temple.
“That’s a little wild, Barnes. Not sure if I’m up to it,” Steve says.
“Aw, c’mon, live a little,” Bucky says. He gestures to the bartender. “Can I get my buddy a Shirley Temple? Extra cherries, and put it on my tab,” he says.
The bartender nods and gets to work.
“How’s everyone doing?” Steve asks.
“Sam’s fine, Maria is gettin’ into an argument with Dum Dum, but that’s par for the course. You wanna know how I’m doin’?” Bucky asks, wagging his brows a few times.
Steve rolls his eyes. “Doesn’t take a genius to see that you’re fine,” he says.
Bucky raises his eyebrows. “So you think I’m fine?” he asks.
The bartender sets Steve’s drink down in front of him. “I, I didn’t say that!” Steve stutters out. The bartender snorts and Steve shoots her a look, but thanks her anyway because Sarah Rogers raised a son with manners.
“Anyhow, what’s on the agenda for tonight?” Bucky asks. “Got another executive session planned?”
Steve sighs. “As a matter of fact, I do not,” he says, taking a sip of his Shirley Temple.
Bucky hums in agreement, and surveys the bar. “Seems like a chill night,” he says.
“Sure does. Think everyone needs some rest after the awesome team building exercises we did today.”
Bucky looks over at Steve through the corner of his eye. “You’re jokin’, right?” he asks.
Steve grins. “‘Course I am,” he says.
Bucky laughs. “Jeez, the sober corner got a lot more fun when you joined the firm.”
“Did it?” Steve asks.
He nods. “Yeah, it did.”
Steve had been worried about the vibe at the new firm when he first got here. His last job was… pretty booze-heavy, and the fact of the matter is that Steve doesn’t like to drink. Never has, never will. It took all of ten minutes to find Bucky sitting at the corner of the bar with a Shirley Temple — his usual poison — and great conversation. Bucky’s been sober since he was eighteen for reasons that he doesn’t talk about, and the two started hanging out during office retreats. Then they started hanging out at the office. Now, Steve just wishes they could take their hang-outs to the next level.
“Hey,” Bucky says. “If I ask you to come hang out in my room do you gotta fill out some paperwork?”
“What?” Steve asks.
“Let’s ditch this place and go hang out in my room,” Bucky says.
Steve’s heart starts pounding and he throws back his drink in a few gulps. “Let’s go,” he says.
“Was that some weird macho shit?” Bucky asks.
Steve rolls his eyes. “I just didn’t want to waste your money.”
Bucky leans in. “Steve, buddy,” he says, voice going low. “It’s on the company’s dime.”
The walk to Bucky’s room is pretty short and Steve spends it with his hands in his pockets, heart beating fast in his chest. Bucky unlocks the door and opens it for Steve. “After you,” he says.
Steve walks into the room. It looks the same as his generic hotel room, but knowing that Bucky’s spent the past few nights in here sends a little thrill up Steve’s spine.
“Sorry,” Bucky says. “Was kinda goin’ nuts out there. By the end of these retreats I just get a little sick of everyone.”
“Did you want to be alone?” Steve asks, managing to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“No, I wanna hang out with you,” Bucky says. “Unless you wanna go,” he says, futzing with something on the table and not looking at Steve.
“I want to be where you are,” Steve says, maybe a little too honest.
But then Bucky looks up at him with a smile. “Yeah?” he asks.
“You may not have noticed, but I really like you,” Steve says.
“You’re gonna have to be more clear than that,” Bucky says. “Don’t think HR will take ‘really like you’ as an official relationship designation.”
“How about, I’ve been wanting you to ask me out since we met?” Steve says, standing straight and hoping for the best.
“So, boyfriend?” Bucky asks.
“That’s a little presumptuous, but sure,” Steve says. “Boyfriend works.”
“Boyfriend,” Bucky says, moving across the room, closer to Steve. “Hi boyfriend,” he says, coming so close that he’s almost flush against Steve’s chest.
“Hi,” Steve says, leaning down and wrapping an arm around Bucky’s back. “Why don’t we…” he says, pressing his lips to Bucky’s.
Their kiss is amazing and slow and the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to Steve.
And it’s cut off too soon by a knock at the door.
“Fuck,” Bucky says.
“Don’t answer it,” Steve says.
“BUCKY,” says a loud voice on the other side of the door.
“Sam,” they say in unison.
Bucky sighs and detaches himself from Steve. Steve frowns, but doesn’t complain when he does.
Bucky walks over to the door and opens it up, part of the way, not enough to let Sam see Steve. “Hey man,” he says. “What’s up?”
“We need a ride to Taco Bell, wanna soak up some of this poison. You game?”
“Oh, uh, I’m a little busy right now.”
“Don’t be like that, Bucky. Take us to Taco Bell!”
And that’s when Steve walks up behind Bucky. “Take an Uber,” he says, then gently pulls Bucky out the way and closes the door.
He can hear Sam whoop as he and Bucky kiss again, this time for real.