The Chilling Adventures of Steve Rogers: Book One (Magical Hydra Horror AU)

Seven

"Stevie?" Bucky's voice snapped through Steve's thoughts.

"Hmm?" Steve hummed, turning to look at Bucky. Realizing that they were at his house. Numbly, Steve unbuckled his seat belt and paused.

"You okay?" Bucky's face puckered with concern as he cupped the side of Steve's face. Thumb stroking along Steve's cheek as he asked, "Want me to hang out for a bit?"

Steve closed his eyes and pressed into the touch while he tried to push all thoughts that didn't involve Bucky out of his head. All he wanted was Bucky. But realistically, Steve knew that he couldn't have Bucky. Not in the ways that he wished he could. Not now. Not ever.

The way Alveus's eyes had bored into his made Steve's stomach flip and he jerked away from Bucky's touch. Bucky's brows furrowed further and Steve lamely reassured, "I should probably help out with the shop."

Brows smoothing, Bucky still didn't seem entirely convinced, so he teased, "Want me to keep ya company?"

"Company," Steve weakly scoffed and playfully swatted at him, "You'd be a distraction."

"Best distraction around," Bucky grinned, large and wide across his face as he leaned towards Steve.

Deciding to indulge in Bucky for the next week until his sixteenth birthday, Steve closed the distance. They had spent almost two years kissing, and Steve was sure that he'd never get over the way Bucky's soft lips felt against his. Steve hoped that even after his procedure and new life, that he'd still remember this.

"You keep kissin' me like that, and I'll never leave," Bucky spoke around Steve's lips.

The corner of Steve's lips quirked up and he half-teased, "Promise?"

"'Course," Bucky confirmed, pressing one more kiss against Steve's lips before pulling back. Although, not too far away as he leaned his forehead against Steve's and stroked Steve's jaw. Bucky sweetly, sincerely promised, "I'm never letting you go."

At that, Steve leaned in again to kiss Bucky. He wished he could spend the rest of his life kissing Bucky. Even though he knew that he couldn't. Realistically, Steve and Bucky were never going to last. If Steve didn't choose to follow through with what he had already promised Hydra, he would be nothing but a burden to Bucky. And no matter how much Steve wanted to spend the rest of his life with him, he knew that he could never put Bucky through that.

Until then though...

"Ya know what," Steve stated against Bucky's addictive lips. Bucky hummed back, informing Steve to keep going. Steve smirked at the vibrations of the musical note and said, "I change my mind."

"Yeah?" Bucky smirked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he moved closer on the bench seat to sensually kiss Steve's neck, "And what have you decided?"

Biting back his own grin, Steve tilted his chin up, giving Bucky more space to kiss. Quietly, Steve clarified, "To be selfish."

"Selfish is good," Bucky conceded, lips still pressed against Steve's pale, elegant neck. "You should most definitely be selfish more often."

"If we don't leave now, we're going to give a whole lotta old ladies a show that they won't approve of," Steve chuckled and shoved at Bucky's shoulder. A dopey grin was on Bucky's face and Steve snorted at the sight. Grabbing his backpack and opening the door, Steve suggested, "Race ya!"

With his head start, Steve rushed up the steps of the wrap around porch and heard Bucky call out behind him, "Why, you little cheat!"

Chuckling, Steve burst through the front door and found Hildy casually leaning on the clerk's counter in the foyer. She quirked a brow at him and Steve headed up the impressive staircase with a haphazard, "Hey, Hil," thrown over his shoulder.

"Cuz," Hildy replied with an approving smirk on her face.

"Steven Grant, if you don't slow down, you're gonna have another asthma attack!" Steve heard Bucky call as soon as he entered the house and closed the door behind him. Also making sure to greet Hildy with a, "Hey, Hil! New shirt?"

"Nope. Had it for decades," Hildy nonchalantly explained. Steve managed to giggle at that. Bucky would assume it was a joke, but Steve knew that she meant it. Being Inhuman did that to a person. Made them practically immortal.

Gleefully, Steve rounded the railing and crashed into his bedroom. Nearly stepping on Goose in the process, but the Flerken managed to get out of the way just in time.

Multitasking, Steve toed off his red Converse sneakers and slipped out his corduroy jacket. Just in time too, because Bucky launched into Steve's bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him before tackling Steve onto his bed. Giggling, Steve wiggled under Bucky's bulk while Bucky toed off his own black Converse sneakers. Once those were off, Bucky crawled further up on the bed and leaned back. Sitting on his feet, Bucky tugged off his leather jacket and tossed it to the floor.

"You think you're pretty funny, huh," Bucky quirked a brow as he settled his weight on top of Steve between his legs. Affectionately, Bucky pushed Steve's floppy blond hair off his face and admitted, "I don't want you to lose your breath again, unless I'm the sole cause of it."

Blushing, Steve bit his lower lip and balled his hands around the fabric of Bucky's blue sweater as he proclaimed, "Damn you, Bucky Barnes. You're too smooth for your own good."

"Yeah," Bucky agreed, leaning in to tenderly kiss the side of Steve's slim neck. Lips still pressed against the pink skin, he murmured, "But you love me."