He’s already too far gone for anything remotely resembling coherence, the gasps of ‘more’ and ‘please’ rolling off his lips purely out of need and habit, but when Steve flicks at the little switch at the base… Bucky positively fucking melts. His knees finally give out, and it’s only thanks to Steve’s hand gripping at his hip bone that he doesn’t slide off the table and ends up a disjointed, mewling mess at Steve’s feet.
Title: 12 Days of Sabriel – Day 3 Words: 1,027 Summary:
‘Showing up late to class with a Starbucks’ is not Sam’s style at
all. Not showing up to class at all because the guy working at
Starbucks is confusingly handsome is totally Sam’s style. Warnings:
Underage Drinking (< 21
|| Fluff || Height Difference || Coffee Shop AU || College AU || Sam
is a Starbucks virgin || OC: Bagel || Advent Calendar Fic
There were probably a million different reasons and moments when Bucky could have realized that this was a bad idea. So many. So goddamn many reasons he should have picked up on, and yet nothing clued in. Really.
Maybe, maybe, when he picked Steve up at Steve’s residential building, and felt a fluttering in his chest. Yeah, Clue Numero Uno, dumbass, you’re in love with him, dumbass, this is a bad idea.
Aka. Bucky brings Steve home for Christmas but everyone thinks they’re dating and it all goes downhill from there.