Barnes & Rogers

J.B.B & S.R. - Take a Break

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Insinuated sexual content

Words: 1,776

Summary: Reader and Bucky try to get Steve to take a break from his portfolio and go to Reader's family's upstate vacation home.

A/N: I find the word count to be ironic since the prompt is from Hamilton

"Has he even come out of his studio at all today?" Y/N asked, taking a seat next to Bucky at the small table in the tiny kitchen of their college apartment, her eyes never leaving the door adjacent to kitchen. The brunet next to her looked up from the newspaper he was reading, eyes moving to the closed door before looking at his girlfriend with a knowing look, making her sigh with defeat. "He knows that it's summer break. He doesn't need to have his portfolio done until next spring, yeah?"

"Oh, he knows," Bucky replied, looking back at the paper to continue to look at the baseball states, "he is just choosing to be this reclusive."

"Have you been with him since end of classes?" Y/N chewed her lip, her body slowly fidgeting as she fought the urge to throw open the door and drag the blond asshat out of his art cave and make him be with them.

"Nope, you?"

"I joined him in a shower about three days ago, but his mind was completely wrapped up in his art." Y/N pursed her lips before taking a sip from the water glass that was near Bucky.

"Artists," Bucky grumbled as he folded the paper and rested a hand on Y/N's thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles on the bared skin. "Have you asked him about joining us at the cabin?"

"Not yet," she sighed, her hand covering his, lacing their fingers but allowing him to continue the small circular motions.

Before they could continue the doorknob rattled slightly before the door creaked open, revealing a disheveled, muscular blond man with a black smudge on his cheek and his thumb and pointer finger tips were black. Y/N could see the blue earbuds in his ear, faint music coming through. He didn't acknowledge them as he went to the refrigerator, grabbing a can of Kickstart before heading back to his room.

"At least we know he is fed and clean," Bucky smirked, "otherwise Sarah will be on our ass."

Y/N swatted his arm lightly with a smile. "Sugar isn't being fed." She tilted her head in thought. "We could just kidnap him. Throw one of my drawstring bags over his head, handcuff his hands behind him, and throw him in the trunk until we get to Skaneateles," she suggested. She had to repress the giggle that threaten to bubble up from the way Bucky looked at her, a mixture of amusement and disturbance. "What?" she forced out with a placid look, failing at looking innocent.

"You scare me sometimes," he said slowly before smiling, "because I was thinking the same thing." He pushed his chair back, the metal feet scraping against the floor was enough to make Y/N cringe the slightest, but she watched her boyfriend with curiosity as he made his way to the door where her other boyfriend disappeared in. He turned the knob and walked in, no point in knocking if Steve was blasting his music right into his eardrums. Y/N couldn't help but laugh when she heard Steve yell in protest as Bucky walked out of the room with the blond over his shoulder, who was trying his hardest to disengage himself from his lover.

"Buck! What the hell?" Steve yelled, finally managing to loosen Bucky's grip on him so he could stand. He glared at Y/N as she laughed before turning it towards the brunet.

"You've been holed up in you studio for days," Bucky said evenly, crossing his arms over his broad chest, which made Y/N stop laughing. There was something about the way how her lover was authoritative was a complete turn on.