Another Cliché Love Story // S. Rogers & B. Barnes

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Bucky

Bucky found an empty lab table at the back of the classroom and slumped onto the stool, letting out a sigh.

He seemed to be sighing a lot today.

He ran a hand down his face and then back up again through his hair, thinking. He looked around the classroom and noticed some of his old friends, as well as some of the noobs that were teasing him earlier and making fun of his open sexuality.

Bucky's eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at the all-too-noticeable jocks across the room, horsing around and shoving each other.

It's a part of my lifestyle, he thought as his eyes scanned from jock to jock. No one makes fun of him for being straight, or him for being stupid, or him for being–

Bucky's eyes widened and he quickly turned back in his seat, eyes trained on the whiteboard at the front of the room.

Damn good in bed.

Sebastian Stanton, quarterback and beloved golden boy of Marvel High was sitting two lab tables away from him, laughing with his friends. His dark hair brushed in front of his green eyes, and there was a bit of a stubble on his cheeks and jaw from the last time Bucky saw him–was under him.

He was the epitome of 'player' and 'manwhore', and did not know how to disappoint either gender with his skills.

Bucky was frozen in his seat as he quickly relived their single night together.

He had gone to a club, one frequented by many of his classmates, and was not surprised to find Sebas and his jock friends laughing and drinking in the corner.

Bucky had steered clear of them until the end of the night, when Sebas accidentally bumped into him. By this time in the summer, Bucky was 6' exactly, with broad shoulders that allowed him to finally feel comfortable in his metal arm. His chest was rock solid, and Sebas had obviously noticed when he crashed head first into him.

Sebas' sleepy and disoriented eyes were now wide and in awe as they traveled up to Bucky's face and then back down to Bucky's jeans.

"Hello, Sebas." Bucky's voice was unamused and bored as he acknowledged the quarterback and the bit of beer he'd spilled on his shirt. Bucky frowned and tried to excuse himself from the situation, wanting to go to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up.

Sebas had other plans.

After a quick glance around the room to make sure nobody was watching them–which Bucky caught–Sebas licked his lips and stood up straight, putting an arm above Bucky's head against the wall. Bucky's eyes followed the action, and realized Sebas was coming onto him.

He raised an eyebrow, but crossed his arms and smirked, wanting to see how this would play out.

"You're pretty sexy, you know that?" Sebas suddenly said, leaning down to let his breath fan over Bucky's ear. The shorter boy shuddered, glancing up to see dark hair falling in front of his face and piercing green eyes shining with mischief and seduction.

Bucky looked down at the ground, smiled a little, and reached up, grabbing Sebas' shoulder. He leaned up until his lips were pressed against Sebas' neck, and he grinned.

"For a football player who's supposed to be straight, you're not so bad yourself," he teased lightly, his tongue shooting out to gently lick Sebas' neck. Sebas growled, deep in his chest, and pulled Bucky back against the wall before slamming their lips together in a heated, desperate, angry kiss.