A Very Gay Highschool Story

Apology Make-out

Bucky

I know that Steve and I have made up, and I think we are dating, but I still feel guilty for what I had done. 

"Don't feel guilty." Steve assured. "I understand why you did what you did. I don't like that you did it, but I also find it weirdly endearing that you did that to see if I like you back."

"That is weird." Bucky says with a laugh, Steve joining in. "But that doesn't help. I still feel guilty for fake dating someone, who I think now has a crush on me, even though I had asked you to tell me your feelings about me a few days before."

"He has a crush on you?" Steve asked, looking and sounding a bit jealous.

"Well, he did ask me out and flirt with me before we fake dated." Bucky admitted, looking down in guilt. "I denied him, then I pitched him the plan."

"You fake dated a guy who flirted with and asked you out?" Steve asked in anger and disbelief (and a hint of jealousy). "Are you fucking insane?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Bucky quickly apologized, taking a defensive stance. "I didn't think it through, I know, and I am sorry. If you don't want to stay, I understand."

"No, I want to stay, but I am mad that you did that." Steve grunted, still angry.

"I will find a way to apologize." I stated, with a hint of suggestiveness in my tone.

"I'm not in the mood right now Bucky." Steve brushed off.

I respected his wishes and I backed off. I didn't force him into a yes because that wouldn't be a healthy way to initiate things in a relationship. So we sat there, Steve still fuming, and me basically twiddling my thumbs. I thought it would be best if Steve calmed down before saying anything else or asking if it were okay to initiate something. 

I waited an hour before laying a hand on Steve. It was just holding his hand. He didn't make a move to get out of my grasp, so my hand stayed. 

"What can I do to apologize?" I calmly asked him, turning my head to face him.

He just stared at me, a smile playing on his mouth, not saying a word. He got close to me, and leaned in, nose nestling against mine. I closed my eyes and waited for something to happen. I didn't want to initiate anything, I don't want to feel like I am forcing him into anything he doesn't want to do.

Steve

I listened as he held his breath. It was fun to see that I had control over him. Then I thought what the hell? and so I finally kissed him. His reaction was delayed a little, but he eventually kissed back, letting out a sharp breath.

As we continued to kiss, I maneuvered myself into his lap, Bucky wrapping his arms around me. He slowly took control as he brought me closer to his body. He then detached his lips  from mine and started to move along my jaw. 

"Bucky." I squeaked when he reached a particular spot on my neck. 

I started to move my hips as I gasped and sighed in pleasure as he continued to suck. 

"Are you sure you wanting to continue with this?" Bucky asked, looking up at me nervously.

"I'm willing, only if you are." I answered. I didn't want to force him into a situation that he would later come to regret.

"I'm not sure." Bucky admitted, even though he was the first one to be suggestive in the scenario.

"I won't continue then." I tell him and he looks a little relieved. "Not until you tell me a definite yes. An 'I'm not sure' is still a no, and it would not be a good thing if I continued."

I got of his lap, feeling as hickies began to form on my neck and jaw. I was suddenly aware that when my mother gets home, these would be visible to her. I began to panic. 

"Just take some of her makeup and cover them up, it won't be that hard to do." Bucky says as if it were nothing.

I scoff and roll my eyes at him. Hours passed and he stayed, my head somehow ended up on his lap, and him playing with my hair. He wanted to wait until my mom got home before leaving me alone, which was very kind of him to do, even though I told him that he didn't have to do that. I was very much used to being alone and didn't mind the peacefulness of an empty apartment (though the other apartments weren't as quiet as I desired). But he stayed anyway, stayed until I was fast asleep.

"Steve." I heard the distant voice of Bucky call. "Fine, I'll carry you."

I was vaguely aware of arms tucking themselves under my back and legs, then being picked up and carried into my room, where I was gently placed onto my bed. I felt him kiss my forehead before he left and I fell back into a deep sleep, filled with..... images..... of Bucky..... and myself..... doing some things.

I woke up very happy the next morning and in a serious need of a shower.