A Place to Fall: Falling Series 1 (skinny!Steve x Bucky Barnes College AU)

Forty-Six

Steve's head was on Bucky's chest while Bucky's arm was wrapped protectively around Steve's torso. The pair was just lying in Steve's bed, watching Netflix. Both content with cuddling one another while streaming Forensic Files. For Steve, it was one of the best evenings he had ever had.

Then, suddenly, a loud snore was heard, even rattling in Bucky's chest first. Steve removed his head from where it was laying on Bucky's pec, and tilted his head up to look at Bucky. Bucky was fast asleep. Steve couldn't help but melt at the sight.

Trying not to disturb Bucky, Steve moved up so he could press a soft, sweet kiss to Bucky's cheek. Of course, just because Steve tried not to disturb Bucky, didn't mean that he was successful at not disturbing him. The opposite happened instead.

Bucky's eyes fluttered open and he brought his hand up to cover his mouth as a yawn escaped his tired frame. Stretching, Bucky briefly tightened his hold on Steve while letting out a loud groan. Contently, Steve simply laid there, resting his chin on Bucky's chest, watching the adorable sleepy boy.

"Come up here," Bucky suggested, his voice raspy and his words all running together in his grogginess.

Steve wasn't exactly sure what Bucky meant, but he happily obliged nonetheless. Throwing one leg over Bucky's waist to straddle the brunet, Steve held his weight by resting his forearms on either side of Bucky's head. As though it was the most natural thing in the world, Bucky set his hands on Steve's slender hips, almost like his hands belonged there.

Leaning up, Bucky pressed a chaste kiss to Steve's mouth before craning his head to the side to peer over Steve's shoulder to look at the TV. Bucky laid his head back on the bed and said, "I just don't know how you do it, babe."

At the casual use of the term of endearment, Steve's heart stuttered. Somehow, Steve managed to nonchalantly ask, "Do what?"

"Watch this show," Bucky chuckled. Shifting underneath Steve to get more comfortable, their soft cocks rubbed along one another. And although they weren't trying to arouse one another, that didn't stop both boys from having a moment of intrigue at the possibility of what could happen in their current position.

"I like true-crime stories," Steve shrugged. Bucky shook his head in near disbelief, so Steve teased, "Plus, the narrator's voice is kinda sexy, don't cha think?"

Bucky incredulously chuckled. Pleased with himself, Steve openly smirked down at Bucky. Enjoying just how comfortable they seemed to be in that moment, Steve relaxed, resting more of his weight on Bucky.

"You're ridiculous, you know that?" Bucky affectionately questioned, soothingly rubbing his hands from Steve's hips up to his ribs and back again.

"Hey," Steve feigned offense and acted as though he was going to climb completely off Bucky.

"No," Bucky whined, completely playing along. Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve's torso and confessed, "I like it."

Playfully, Steve narrowed his eyes as he studied Bucky. Trying to see how sincere the brunet was being in that moment. It seemed as though Bucky was being genuine. So, Steve asked, "What do you like?"

Exhaling a grounding breath, Bucky brought his hand up to push Steve's hair away from his eyes as he told the petite blond, "Everything."

Steve purposely avoided eye contact with Bucky in hopes to save face. Of course, that didn't stop the blush from spreading across Steve's pale face. Nor did it negate the way that Bucky was watching him. In fact, if it did anything, it only made Bucky stare all the more.

Feeling both self-conscious and entirely desired, Steve buried his face to Bucky's neck. Steve wasn't sure how it was possible to feel such embarrassment and adoration, but with Bucky, Steve was realizing that a lot of things were possible.

"Hey, Stevie?" Bucky softly asked.

Nuzzling into the crook of Bucky's neck, Steve's lips were pressed there and he hummed, "Hmm?"

Bucky openly shuddered at the sensation and gave Steve's hips a squeeze, "Do you, uh... Do you want to... um..."

Over the months, Steve had never known Bucky to stutter. Usually, Bucky was very sure of himself. Certain with his words and his actions. Never really coming across as too vulnerable. So, when Bucky started tripping over his words, Steve removed his face from Bucky's neck.

With furrowed brows, Steve looked down at Bucky to find the brunet worrying his own lower lip with his teeth. For a moment, Steve was actually concerned. After all, this wasn't how Bucky normally acted. Usually Steve was the one stuttering and tripping over himself.

A part of Steve urged him to ask Bucky what was wrong. Or what was on his mind. What was he trying to say. Meanwhile another part told Steve to have patience. Give Bucky the time he needed to say whatever it was that he was going to say. That part understood that Steve was undeniably wrapped around Bucky's finger and would wait forever if he had to.

Luckily, Steve didn't have to wait too long.

Keeping his gaze off Steve, Bucky finally asked, "Do you want to come to mine for Thanksgiving?"

Even with how things were progressing in their -- what are they?! -- Steve still wasn't expecting that. In his surprise, Steve sat up. The movement got Bucky's attention, and Bucky's eyes roamed over Steve's face, trying to read his expression.

Steve wasn't sure what his face was saying, but whatever it was, it made Bucky amend, "I mean, you don't have to. You probably have plans with your mom anyways. Sorry, I don't know why I even -- It's just that Mom has been pestering me. And Tibby wants to see you again. I just thought that I'd throw it out. But seriously, don't feel like you have to. I completely --"

To stop Bucky's rambling, Steve leaned back down, pressing a kiss to Bucky's lips. Thoroughly shutting Bucky up. Not that Bucky seemed to mind though as his hands ran up Steve's back, to hold him impossibly closer.

When Steve pulled back from the kiss, Bucky asked, "So, you'll think about it?"

Playfully, Steve swatted at Bucky's side and chuckled into Bucky's neck. Completely thrilled to be invited in the first place, Steve accepted, "I'll go."

"You will?" Bucky asked, genuinely surprised by Steve's answer.

Steve nodded and confirmed, "Yes."

Bucky wrapped his hand around the back of Steve's head, and brought Steve down for another kiss. Steve didn't allow the kiss to last too long though. Sitting back again, Steve was elated when Bucky chased after his lips. Especially when Bucky sat up, just so he could be closer to Steve.

"I'll go to your Thanksgiving," Steve started, biting back his grin when he noticed the look of adoration on Bucky's face. Steve continued, "If you come to mine too."

"Okay," Bucky readily agreed, bringing Steve in for another kiss.