Jump then Fall: Falling Series 2 (Modern Stucky College AU)

Eight

Deciding to be just a bit more festive for the mixer, Steve pulled on a purple sweater. It wasn't his. But thankfully, Kristin was a kind person, and just happened to be the same size as Steve. Which only mildly annoyed Steve. Mostly though Steve was grateful for Kristin and her supply of sweaters.

"Damn Stevie," Kristin praised, as Steve entered the bathroom. She had been applying a plumb lip stain and took a step back from the sink as Steve squeezed in to get his deodorant. Kristin complimented, "Wearing my clothes better than me."

Steve chuckled and playfully rolled his eyes as he rolled a fresh layer of deodorant on his armpits. Steve had a tendency to sweat. Especially in tense situations. And considering that two handsome brunets were going to be there tonight, one of which had a crush on Steve, Steve was anticipating there to be a few tense situations.

Not to mention how the last mixer went down, causing Steve to be an absolute nervous wreck.

But Steve wasn't going to think about the last mixer. Nope. Wasn't going to think about how Bucky kissed him. Wasn't going to think about how adorable Drunk Bucky was. Wasn't going to think about how Bucky told him that he loved him. Sure, Bucky had been drunk but --

NOPE.

As Steve fought off all the delicious thoughts, Kristin playfully bumped her hip against Steve's. Steve rolled his eyes, but the smile stayed on his face. Even when Kristin mischievously smacked his bum as he left the bathroom.

Tucking his inhaler into his jeans pocket, knocking came from the door and Steve answered it since he was right there. Opening the door, Steve was greeted by Bucky who was mockingly seductively leaning against the doorframe.

Chuckling, Steve's brows furrowed as he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Bucky nonchalantly answered. Pushing himself away from the doorframe, he asked, "Why? Is it working?"

Steve rolled his eyes and walked further into his dorm. Bucky followed, closing the door behind himself. As Steve sat down on his bed, he reached for his sneakers and started slipping them on.

"You know, I think I was wrong," Bucky mused, sitting down on Steve's bed as well.

"Wrong about what?" Steve asked, trying to unknot his shoelaces.

"Purple is most definitely your color," Bucky answered.

Steve gave him a sideways glance, but Bucky was just sitting there smiling. Before Steve could say anything, Kristin agreed with Bucky, "I know, right? Purple just looks so good."

"Hey, am I chopped liver over here?" Sam complained.

Bucky turned his gaze to look over Sam in his maroon red sweater. Bucky let out a low whistle as he teased, "Well, damn Sammy, if you liked guys, I'd be all over you!"

Pleased, Sam smiled and smoothed his hand down the soft material of his sweater, "Thank you."

Steve scoffed and teased Bucky, "What was that about you not being a flirt?"

Bucky redirected his attention to Steve. For a moment, Bucky just watched Steve as Steve finally unknotted the shoe and slipped it on. Steve could feel Bucky's gaze trained on himself, but Steve just continued with his shoes.

Once Steve was done, Bucky continued watching him. Steve quirked a brow over at the brunet, only to have Bucky question, "Why? You jealous?"

"Not even in the slightest," Steve honestly answered, standing from his bed.

As Steve went to walk around Bucky to pull on his jacket, Bucky lifted his leg, stopping Steve in his tracks. Steve looked down at Bucky's leg. With furrowed brows, Steve looked over at Bucky. The way that Bucky was looking at Steve made Steve feel a bit too weak in the knees for his own liking. Especially with how sincere Bucky was in that moment.

Steve couldn't do anything but stand there. Even after Bucky dropped his leg, Steve just stood there. Almost as though he couldn't do anything else.

Without hesitating, Bucky lifted his hand and placed it on Steve's hip. That simple gesture caused Steve's breath to hitch. His heart pounding aggressively in his chest. Steve couldn't do anything but stand there, staring down at Bucky.

Gently, Bucky rubbed the pad of his thumb soothingly along the sliver of Steve's exposed skin just above his waistband. Bucky's gaze remained locked with Steve's as he stood from the bed. Keeping his hand firmly, tenderly, on Steve's hip, the pair just stood there looking at each other.

While Steve's eyes stayed on Bucky's, Bucky's eyes trailed down Steve's petite frame. His thumb kept stroking at Steve's hip, and nothing existed in that moment but them. As his gaze started making its way back up to Steve's eyes, Bucky's gaze lingered on Steve's lips.

"Um, guys?" Sam questioned, gaining both boys' attention. Sam quirked a brow as he half-teased, "Should we leave you two alone?"

"Well," Bucky gave a half-shrug as a cocky smirk tugged at his lips.

Steve didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until he took in a deep, grounding breath. Taking a step out of Bucky's grasp, Steve ran his hand through his floppy blond hair, trying to clear his suddenly foggy brain. Steve just couldn't understand. Couldn't understand if Bucky truly wanted to be with him. Or if Bucky just wanted to have some fun.

As Steve slid on his jacket, he chanced a glance at Bucky. That arrogant smirk was still on Bucky's smug face, not alluding to how Bucky was actually feeling. Also, not clearing Steve's mind in the slightest.