Stucky #1ONESHOTS

⋆2. show me

summary: Bucky comes home late after a night drinking at the bar. In his drunken haze he tells Steve how much he loves him, but Steve isn't buying it anymore, this has happened so many times already, so he dares Bucky to show him.

warnings: smut

timeline: 1936.

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''Another one please'' Bucky orders, and the waitress gives him a look that almost makes him sober again. He looks at the clock, it past twelve, he promised Steve he'd be home at twelve..

By the thought of Steve Bucky sighs, he's the whole bloody reason Bucky is here drinking. He's trying to drink away his feelings for him.

Steve turned eighteen a two weeks ago, so Bucky took him out for his first drink ever. Steve got really drunk, even though he only drunk three beers. Lightweight stuff. Bucky drunk a good seven and they were both shitfaced.

When they got home they collapsed on the couch, Steve on top of Bucky. It got from bad to worse when Steve, with his drunken ass, started to kiss Bucky, and Bucky with his shitfaced face, started kissing back.

They had a whole make-out session and when Bucky started to make Steve move his little ass, Steve stopped it. Steve looked at Bucky for a few seconds and then got off him and said he was going to bed. He asked Bucky or he was coming too, and Bucky did. They laid down in their usual position and fell asleep.

The next morning when they woke up they just acted like nothing happened. Stuff like this had happened before, but never as bad (or good) as last night. Of course every touch got a little more, intimate, now knowing what they feel for each other. But neither of them knows what to do now.

Act on it? No, no that's illegal.

This sentence above is Bucky's constant thought. When he's with Steve all he wants to do is kiss him like that night, and so much more. Also when he's not with Steve, he can't stop thinking about him.

It's so bad Bucky doesn't even dare to hang out with his old friends anymore, not that he has many, but still, the few guys at the docks he would occasionally get a beer with, he doesn't dare get near them.

He's scared they'll, see it, or know? Or find out. He's scared what will happen if they do.

He drinks his beer in one gulp and gets up way too quick. He nearly bumps against the waitress, but he manages to get himself together and stumbles out of the bar.

It's a ten minutes walk back to their home and on his way back he tries to sober up a little, he doesn't want to disappoint Steve. But since it's way past twelve and he's completely gone, he probably will.

He fumbles the keys out of his pocket but before he can get them in the keyhole, the door is opened by and pissed off and worried Steve Rogers.

''Steve I-'' Steve gives Bucky a look that makes him shut up, ''Get in and don't even bother say a word Barnes'' he walks away and Bucky follows him. Steve sits down on the couch and looks at Bucky with an angry face, Bucky opens his mouth but Steve goes first,

''I just can't believe you left me worrying for an hour! AN HOUR'' Bucky wants to be serious but he's just so drunk, ''Ste-'', ''NO BUCKY, I WAS WORRIED" Steve yells in his high pitched voice.

Bucky has fucked up big time, ''Steve I'm sorry, I- I just lost track of time'' Steve tries to calm himself down, ''don't'' he opens his eyes and looks Bucky right in his, ''lie''

Bucky sighs, he doesn't want this, not right now, not ever, ''I'm sorry Steve, but I mean, you could've just gone to bed..'' oh, that was a mistake, Steve starts breathing fast and his face turns redder, ''And not know or you got home safe? Or you were okay? No thank you Bucky, unlike you, I care about you.''