Sex, Drugs, Etc.
Buckys POV
He heard a sharp inhale come from the man opposite him as their lips finally met. Bucky closed his eyes allowing himself to relax and take in the sensation. His lips were soft, strong tang of rum from the now discarded bottle beside them, they fit so perfectly with his own. The sensation was overwhelming, his chest burning, his hands shaking while tracing the mans strong jawline, his arms and legs felt weak, and his breath was heavy… this was like nothing he has ever experienced.
Bucky felt the man deepen the kiss, accepting it fully even though it came out of nowhere, he felt his big strong hands fall to his chest- making Bucky whisper out a moan at the slightest bit of contact. He seemed to like the reaction smiling into the kiss, taking it as a sign that he can take this a step further, Bucky felt his tongue against his lips asking for access- he graciously expected, the other man hummed into his mouth at the feel of their tongues dancing around each other. Slowly he felt his hands flow from his chest down to his hips, the man taking his time trying to take in the feel of him, all of him, pulling Bucky right into his hard chest intertwining their legs so they could be as close as possible. Buckys hands, on the other hand, went up to his blonde hair holding his head still so he could kiss impossibly harder- never wanting this feeling to go away, his fingers curling around his hairs messing up his slightly overgrown, but perfect, hair.
Bucky was intoxicated, drunk on the feeling of… lust… no… he can’t be into guys? But GOD did this feel good- nothing like the kiss earlier with the girl on the dance floor or … Natasha. Before he could get lost in his thoughts he was knocked out of them by a twinge of cool air hitting his BARE torso. Buckys eyes opened wide for the first time since he initiated the kiss, shocked by the sensation- suddenly the cool air was masked by the warmth of a hand. A soft, warm, big hand, slowly teasing his skin with small circles. He once again let out a small whimper into the mans mouth, as his hands softly traced his slightly defined abs, the touch sending shocks of electricity through his body. His cock stiffened against the fabric of his pants, a smile crept up on the handsome man in front of him- one hand falling back down to his hips, looping around Buckys waistband.
Bucky pulled away from him for the first time, breathless, both their chests heaving. The smile on his face was bright and slightly mischievous, “You getting hard for me handsome?” the words seemed to slip from his mouth with ease, as his hands slowly palmed his crotch.
Buckys vision blurred from the words and overwhelming sensation of want, he quickly pulled the blonde back in for a kiss inhaling heavily, shocked by the way they felt against his, shocked how much he wanted this.
“Hey, have any of you seen… oh” a voice came from the glass doors, the sound of muffled music seeping out of the building behind him.
Bucky didn’t even hesitate to pull away, staring down at the floor so the man couldn’t see his face. The handsome man in front of him, who was facing towards the door however, froze only moving his eyes over to look at who the culprit was. His face softened as his eyes landed on the shadowed figure he released his hands from Buckys skin, turning more towards him. He said something to the new guy at the door but Bucky wasn’t listening, he was too busy thinking about his escape.
His face had started to burn from embarrassment, he was overwhelmed by the sudden shift in atmosphere and he NEEDED to get out of this NOW. He was thankful that he was already facing away from the door and for the shitty lighting on the Starks porch, he looked to his left into the darkness that covered the garden, deciding that was his easiest route. It was away from the stranger and they would instantly loose sight of him in the blanket of darkness, he could circle around to the front, find Clint and Nat to then fuck off from this hell hole.
Bucky swiftly untangled his legs from around the other man's strong body, pushing himself up and aiming for the stairs, not once taking his gaze off the wooden planks. As he shuffled closer to his escape he felt his heart in his throat and a loud buzzing in his ears, horrified they had noticed his absence and tried to call him back- not that he would know if they had all he could focus on was GETTING THE FUCK OUT OF THERE.
Bucky hadn’t even realised he had made it all the way to the front door until some asshole push passed him mumbling that he was in his way. Bucky shook his head trying to refocus his thoughts, rubbing his hands over his face. He walked through the doors and was instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat, a mix of loud chatter and music attacking his eardrums. His eyes frantically started scanning the room trying to find his friends in the sea of people, he didn't care which one… not right now anyway. He started pushing through the crowds of people stopping at he reaches the next room, he leans against the door frame crossing his arms over his chest, his brain finally starting to slow down along with his heart, he's not as frantic now but he still wants to get out of there before his mystery guy comes back in. God! He cannot deal with that right now.
Suddenly he sees the bobbing of a mohawk coming towards him, he stands up straight starting to walk towards it hoping it’s Clint. Then there he is, his blue eyes looking over Bucky worry taking over them, a smile starting to form on his face as he takes him into a hug.
“Where the fuck have you been man!? Me and Nat have been trying to find you for like an hour.”
Bucky smiled back at him as they pulled away from each other, “Where is Nat? Can we find her and go please?”
Clint, still confused and suspicious of why Bucky keeps avoiding his questions, but not wanting to get into it here and now he reluctantly answers him. “She went looking in the other half of the house, thought splitting up would cover more ground to find you. Why do you want to leave so fast?”
Bucky dropped his eyes to the floor, looking way too interested in his shoes. Clint noted how out of character this is for Bucky- he usually thrives in parties. “Just tired. Can you find Nat and meet me by the gates?”
Clint furrowed his eyebrows but answered, “Okay dude, but there is definitely something up. You can’t lie to me. We’ll be there in 5 minutes.”
With that Bucky turned for the door, not saying another word to Clint. He had his confirmation that he was safe now and he didn’t have to stand in this tortuous building anymore.
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Steves POV
Once he was over the initial shock of the man’s soft lips on his own, he realised just how amazing it was. The feelings of his stubble against his clean shaven face was new, refreshing and so god damn hot! He had to keep this feeling so he kissed harder, placing his hands on the guys strong chest- Oh mY gOd was it exhilarating!
What he wasn’t prepared for was the beautiful sound of soft moan that came from the other man in front of him, causing him to smile. He couldn’t believe he, Steve, could cause someone to make such a noise, it was like music to his ears and he would do anything to hear it again. So he took a chance, licking his upper lip, tasting a strange twist of rum and weed- not even a second past before he felt his lip parting to allow him full access.
This time Steve was the one to react, humming at the sensation of their tongues searching each other hungrily. God, Steve had to know how his body felt. Needed to know how this was different to making out with a girl, because thats why they were kissing right? To see how it felt? To know how much better it was? Was it always this amazing? Because although Steve was definitely drunk from the rum, he felt intoxicated by the broad, strong body in front of him which was now impossible closer to his. When did that happen?
Steve felt his hands brush through his hair, pulling at the strands to hold him still so he could kiss harder. Steve decided he need to feel the warmth of his body, skin to skin, so he slowly raised the man’s crop top letting his fingers trace the soft outline of his abs- he was nearly competing with Steve on his structure… nearly. The touch sent shock waves through his fingers, like an electric pulse just shattered through his body, shacking him to his very core.
A another small whimper escaped the guys lips, breaking Steve from his thoughts, suddenly he felt something press against his leg. Now that, THAT was definitely different to Peggy, woah! Steve pulled away with a small smirk on his face, his hands falling from the chest down to his trousers looping his finger under his waistband.
Now at this point, Steve is very aware of how drunk he is and maybe if he was sober he would never say this, or maybe he was just really caught up in the moment, but without even thinking the words, “You getting hard for me handsome?” slipped from his lips like he had done this a million times over.
Before he could even think about his words the mystery man was back to attacking his lips and Steve’s hand started mindlessly palming his cock, making his own harden at the feel.
Suddenly the sound of music came flowing around them followed by a booming voice breaking through the thick, cool air. He felt the absence of the guys lips and body heat instantly. Steve, too stund to move, slowly moved his gaze from him to the guy by the door- embarrassed by who could have caught them.
He quickly calms once he realises it’s Sam, he moved to face Sam more directly, a big smile forming on his face. Happy it’s his friend not some random drunk guy that would leave rumors about the situation he was just in. Not that Steve’s embarrassed, he’s very open about being bisexual- he just doesn’t want people to think he’s a slut or would just make out with anyone.
Sam comes over, smirk plastered to his face stretching out his hand to help Steve up.
“So, you feeling welcomed enough?” he laughs out as Steve gets to his feet, stumbling slightly at the quick movements.
“Me and Wanda thought you seemed a little spooked earlier so we thought we would come looking for you after you didn’t come back for over an hour” Sam continues, smile still standing strong.
Steve clears his throat, straightening out his clothes, looking to Sam with glassy eyes smiling right back at him. The whole world was spinning around him, his dick still pressed up against his pants which he tried to ignore but was becoming increasingly hard as Sam grabbed his arm to steady him, pulling him back through the glass doors.
“Whe-where did he go?” Steve stammered out.
“Who? The person you were sucking face with out there?” Sam said, eyebrow raised as he stops by some steps.
Steve’s face turned a light shade of pink at Sams description of what he saw, “Yeah him. Where did he go? I don’t remember him leaving? Did I leave him? Oh no! I feel like such a dick!” he said getting more worked up as the past 5 minutes start catching up to him, running his hands through his (now) messed up hair.
Sams eyes widened placing his hands on Steve’s massive shoulders, “No dude, don’t worry. He left as I showed up, you didn’t leave him out there I promise.”
Steve let out a heavy breath he didn’t realise he was holding, “Please. Please don’t tell the others… about what you saw, I mean.” he basically whispered, looking down at his feet.
Sams eyes softened, his hold on his shoulders turned into small stokes trying to comfort him, “Why? Because you think they’ll judge you for kissing a guy? I know for a fact-“
“No, I’m not bothered about that. I just, I don’t want people thinking I’ll go around kissing anyone. I’ve just come out of a long term relationship and I’m already kissing someone else? that’s pretty douchey of me, don’t you think?” Steve cut Sam off, starting to ramble. In a normal situation his anxiety would have already got a hold of him and he would be spiraling by now and he would DEFINITELY NOT be talking to Sam about it- but his mind is clouded by alcohol, his judgments have faulted and his confidence has altered.
Sam sighed, “It’s not douchey man. It’s not like you are still with them. You aren’t doing anything wrong. Also of cause I won’t say anything, it’s not my place to tell anyone anyway.”
Steve huffs out a breath of relief, “Thank you”
Sams smile is grown back across his face, he lets out a little laugh wrapping his arm around his shoulder pulling Steve closer, “Come on. Let’s get back to the party.”
They approached the group, a massive wave of “wooooooaaahhhh!!” was as they were welcomed back into the circle.
“The legendary Steve has returned! You found him Sam! Well done.” Tony shouted pointing dramatically at Steve, who was smiling wide at him, still leaning against Sam for stability.
He was passed another red plastic cup, with who knows what inside, but Steve was too gone to care. He liked this feeling; it was like he was floating, controlling a character that wasn’t really him. He looked happy, he felt happy, like there was no care in the world.
He had another few drinks, talking and joking with everyone. Until he realised he hadn’t looked at his phone for awhile, unaware of the time or if Peggy had messaged him.
He slipped his hands in his jacket pockets, his heart dropped as he realised the pockets were empty. He patted his whole body, hoping he had put it somewhere else, until he realised… this wasn’t his jacket. He was still wearing the mystery man’s jacket?! fUcK! Where was his jacket? where was his phone and keys?! how was he meant to give this back? he didn’t even know the guys name! SHIT!
He turned to Sam, whispered “You know where my jacket is?” not to alarm anyone else.
Sam looked over, breaking from the conversation he was having with the others, his eyes scanned Steve before responding. “You’re wearing it… aren’t you?”
Steve laughed, “No, mines brown. It has my phone and keys. Can you help me find it?”
Sam laughed back, amused by his stupidity, “Yeah, I don’t think you’ll have much luck by yourself, with the state you’re in right now” he observed.
They pulled away from the group again, Sam leading him into the dark room with the multicolored spinning lights they had been in earlier this evening. Sam dropped his arm, abandoning Steve in the middle of the dance floor. Which was still occupied by many drunk teens, suddenly a smaller blonde haired women came over to him pulling him into dance with a group of girls. In his drunken state he accepted and joined in, not even questioning why someone just pulled him over to dance- it was fun letting the music take control of his body.
He felt graceful and hot, but in reality he looked like an octopus trying to control all eight of his flailing, slippery legs. Not even two minutes later he felt a tap on his shoulder, he turned to find Sam smiling amusingly at him, holding his brown jacket in his other hand.
Steve gasped loudly from pure happiness, “Oh Sam!! Thank you!!! You found it!”, grabbing the jacket from his hands.
Sam chuckled “Come on Patrick Swayze, let get back to the others. Our mission is complete.”
As they are walking back to their friends, Steve pulls out his phone letting the bright light from his screen blind him. The time read, 12:30.
“FUCK” Steve whispered angrily.
Sam turned quickly, “What is it?”
“It’s way passed my curfew! My dads going to kill me! I have to go!”
“Okay right- You are in no state to walk back by yourself. I’ll come with you”
“Sup laddies, where do you keep wandering off too?” Tony said casually, as he flopped an arm over each of them.
“I’m just going to take Steve home, he’s too drunk to go back alone”
“Pfft, I’ll come too! More the merrier! Right? Plus then you don’t have to walk back here by yourself, it’s not like you are entirely sober either” Tony explains smiling at the two men.
Steve smiles at them both, he’s not going to tell them this but he feels wanted, needed, cared for and it’s such a warm feeling. He nods, “Okay cool you can both come. We just need to go now.”
They get to the bottom of the drive, about to walk up the hedge lined road towards Steve’s house. When Steve suddenly finds himself on the floor, looking up at a Sam and Tony who were laughing hysterically at him. Tony clutching his chest bending over trying to catch his breath, while Sam (still laughing) pulls him up.
“Come on man, we’ll carry you” Sam says through a laugh, pulling his muscular arm around his neck and getting Tony to do the same on the other side.
“No. Can walk jus’ fiiinnee on my own.” Steve slurs out.