Burn Me Slowly With Your Love [40's STUCKY] ~Under Editing~

Chapter 7

"What? Do I have to?" Steve groaned.

"Yes, you have to dance with the girls. I'm leaving for the army in three months, I want to have a fun night dancing."

Bucky felt the need to keep his playboy act up despite the feelings he had developed for Steve. He couldn't just be a play boy for years and suddenly cut it off without an explaination, so when the a girl asked him to go out dancing with her and her friend, he had agreed. Steve had to come, simply because he was his friend. One dance wouldn't kill him, as much as it might feel like it.

"I can't dance Buck. You know this." Steve grumbled.

"Oh come on. I'll teach you how." Bucky stood. "Let's head to my place. We've got a stereo at my place, one of the newest ones. We can practice while mums out."

"Oh, you're being serious?" Steve blinked in surprise. "You never go to this effort for other girls, you must really like this one..." He looked a bit dejected.

"Not really, I just don't want you to embarrass me with your terrible moves." Bucky gave a lopsided grin.

"Asshole." Steve rolled his eyes and stood. "I'll grab my coat."

"Great." Bucky couldn't wait to teach him. It was practically an excuse to hold him close, but it was enough for Bucky.

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"Ow."

"Told you I was terrible." Steve sighed.

"Just follow my lead, you'll pick up my actions from observation first." Bucky had Steve's hand in his own, one on his waist, thumb against his hipbone. It jutted out slightly, something Bucky frowned a bit at. The music was soft and drifted through the room soothingly as Bucky started to sway slowly. "Just start slowly..." He said, eyes lingering on Steve as Steve's eyes were planted on Bucky and his feet.

Bucky licked his dry lips and slowly took a step outwards, pulling Steve along gently with his steps. Steve followed hesitantly, slow and shakily like a small child learning how to walk. Bucky found it utterly adorable, but didn't voice that, keeping his eyes on Steve.

"What now?" Steve's smile had grown from his achievement.

"Now..." Bucky pulled him closer, chests inches apart. "You pull your partner closer and..." His arm slipped around his waist further, finger tips almost reaching the other side of his waist as he swayed slowly. "Hold them close enough that you could hold a newspaper between you both." He chuckled as Steve nodded, noticing the light pink that tinted his cheeks.

"And?" Steve rasped, clearing his throat. He looked up at Bucky, connecting their eyes. The music seemed to drown out, the sound of their heartbeats replacing it. Steve was practically suffocated by the rogue smell of crackling fire and dirt, musk the most tangible. A shiver ran down his spine unwillingly as he was pulled even closer by Bucky's firm arm.

"You go with the music." Bucky breathed, tilting his head down and gently brushing his lips against Steve's. Steve's eyes widened slightly, all air stuck in his lungs as Bucky's lips pressed a bit harder, but not demandingly so. Bucky didn't really realise what he was doing until he felt Steve's lips against his.

They were as he imagined, soft but chapped from his habit of chewing on his bottom lip. He pulled away after only a few moments, the horror of what he did dawning at him. The room was silent besides the light filter of music. Even their lungs had stopped just to put them in a complete freeze. It was Steve who broke the silence.

"Do you do that to the girls after you dance...?" He said in the softest tone Bucky had ever heard from him.
"No." He replied, letting out a breath of awe before his breath was taken away again by Steve's lips. His hand disappeared from where it had held his, slipping around his neck as the other followed.

Bucky took the chance to pull Steve as close as humanly possible, arms tight around his waist and upper back. Steve didn't protest, or even make a complaint about the fact he was on his toes. He was too busy with his fingers tangled in Bucky's hair and his lips moving against the others to really care about anything.

"Buck..." He mumbled into the kiss, and that seemed to snap Bucky into reality. He pulled away from the kiss, looking around the room as he went to the stereo and turned it off.

"My room, now." Bucky said, making Steve's eyes widened. "No, I don't mean like that, just- come on." Bucky sighed as he left to his room. Steve stood by the stereo, wondering if he had done something wrong. Had he gone too far? Was the first kiss only supposed to be a joke? No, that felt too real to be joking...

"Steve!"

"Coming!" Steve jumped a bit and went to Bucky's room.

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"You...want to date me? But in secret?" Steve said, just to clarify.

"Yes...Look, people like us aren't exactly accepted Steve. We can't just go into the streets and hold hands like other couples. I-I like you. I've know for a good week now that I like you. But we can't tell people. Not until- well, until everyone doesn't care what we do behind closed doors." Bucky sighed.

"...First off, I understand. I didn't tell you that I liked you because of that. I was afraid you'd hate me." Steve let out a large breath of relief. "I'm really happy you feel the same...I'm fine to go along with this. To date in secret. As long as you don't go having sex with other people."

"Of course I won't. That's just rude to you." Bucky sat besides Steve on his bed. "So...I guess that means we're boyfriend and girlfriend now."

"As long as I'm the boyfriend." Steve smirked.

"Fuck off, no way." Bucky smacked his shoulder playfully with a laugh.

"How about we both be boyfriends?"

"Sounds good to me." Bucky bit his lip and shook his head in amusement. He felt positively giddy. "Baby doll." He grinned.

"I'm not a girl." Steve glared.

"But you're mine, so you're my doll." Bucky gave a charming smile, winking at Steve.

"When pigs fly. I may be your boyfriend, but I'm not yours sweetheart." Bucky rolled his eyes at the nickname and ruffled Steve's hair happily and giving him a soft kiss before he heard his mum get home.

7 KISSES OBTAINED