"Just another hot asshole"

Shit. Sam was going to kill him.
Frantically, Bucky grabbed his coffee, but alas, even an action as simple as this would have consequences.
"fuck!"
Bucky looked down at his suit, coffee staining his once pristine white shirt. Putting the cup down, he quickly searched through his closet for a spare set of clothes.

One hour full of swearing and panicking later, Bucky went through the door.
He lived in a rather large apartment in Brooklyn, loving the fact that he was able to live where he once grew up. After seeing the horrors of war, nostalgia of better times was definitely needed. He gave the large brownstone building one last look before bolting to the bus station.

Despite being almost an hour late, Bucky had somehow managed to convince himself that lounging about in a cafe was a good idea; he took his time leisurely ordering pastries after pastries and some more coffee.
Then he decided to not be a prick and get to work.
He shot up from the comfortable armchair, running so fast he could hardly breathe, until he finally saw the stop. Fortunately, he also saw the bus making it's way toward it, and a delirious sense of relief washed over him. Unfortunately, Bucky was also one of the most incompetent and clumsy when under pressure, so it shouldn't have been a surprise when he bumped into what seemed to be a wall. Only it wasn't.

Fuck.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry", he began to ramble, "shit shit shit"
He watched with horror as the person turned around, revealing the most gorgeous face he'd ever seen.

Double fuck.

The man was built like a brickshit house, muscles rippling under the small t-shirt he wore. His blonde hair was gently swept by the wind, giving him that fashionably tousled "I just woke up and I look this good" look; his eyes were unnaturally blue, only adding to his attractiveness.

Buck's gay disaster cells were going crazy.

Brickshit house stared at him, a scowl making it's way across his unfairly attractive face.
"Could you watch where your going next time?", his scowl deepened, "Using your eyes always seems to help."

This beautiful man also happened to be a snarky dick.
Well, two could play at that game.

"Oh!" Bucky exclaimed, making sure his voice exuded as much sarcasm as possible. "Excuse me for having the common courtesy to apologise. Listen here Blondie, I said I'm sorry, what else do you want me to do? Fucking grovel for your forgiveness??"

Shocked at his own sudden outburst, Bucky ran an agitated hand through his newly cut hair, longing for the length he used to hide in. Blondie huffed in annoyance, and Bucky blamed it on the caffeine, but he was pretty sure the guy was checking him out. Then as if to add to his suspicions, he watched dumbfounded as the man blushed.

Huh.

Just as Bucky was going to make another witty retort, he looked over the other man's shoulder and watched in utter disbelief as the bus turned away and left the stop.
"No dammit, fuck!"
He raced to the bus, desperately trying to reach it. But because Bucky's life was one big shit show, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Taking deep steady breaths, Bucky made sure he was calm before turning towards the brickshit house, then, he gave him his most charming smile.

"Fuck you", he quipped cheerfully.
He turned on his heel and walked back towards the cafe

***

"Ahem."

Bucky jolted violently, almost spilling his drink in the process. Words died in his throat as he turned around, because standing behind him was none other than the beautiful, snarky, dick.
Bucky opened his mouth but stopped when he noticed the seemingly guilty look on the other's face.

"Please, hear me out", the blonde started, "I came to apologise, I didn't mean to make you lose your ride"

Bucky pressed his lips in a tight line, "I appreciate the apology, but your wasting your time. I'm 3 hours late for work, my friend is going to murder me and I'm drinking cold coffee because I'm literally broke. There's absolutely nothing you can do Mr Bulging Biceps. So I suggest you go home."

He watched with glee as the taller man's eyes hardened, his jaw clenched in irritation.
Bucky couldn't help it, with the man's veins literally looking like they were going to burst, a laugh escaped his mouth.
"Oh my god", he wheezed, "you still haven't realised?"

"Realised what, exactly?" he growled, moving dangerously close to Bucky

"That I'm a dick, always have been, always will be." He caught the blonde's eyes, flashing him a crooked smile.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to pee."

Smirking, he walked right past Sir Muscles and entered the men's toilet.

***

"For such a pretty guy, your one hell of a jerk"

Startled, Bucky dropped the bottle of hand wash, it's contents spilling all over the floor. Gritting his teeth, he turned around.

"Did you just call me pretty?" Bucky batted his eyes, his lips pulled up in a devious smile. "You know for a moment there I was going to say thank you, but then I remembered your an arrogant little punk"

The blonde chuckled and made his way towards him. His eyes were calculating, as if working out his next move; Bucky squirmed under the unexpected scrutiny and nervously licked his lips. He watched as the other man's gaze tracked down his movement. Like a predator stalking it's prey.
Bucky subconsciously readied himself, his body tensing as he waited for the man to hit.
Then, the blonde's eyes softened, his expression a mixture of exasperation and fondness.

"You have no idea who I am, do you?"

The question caught Bucky off guard, his eyebrows furrowed in curiosity.
"Your just another hot asshole, nothing more."

He turned to leave the bathroom, but was stopped when he felt a hand wrapped around his wrist. Instead of tugging away, Bucky was momentarily shocked at the gentleness of the grip, and span around to face the larger man. What met him was a gaze full of concern, and Bucky's heart clenched.

The brickshit house opened his mouth, but Bucky beat him to it.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I came across as rude, truly I am, but at this rate I'm probably going to lose my job, my only friend and my home. I'll probably be homeless on the streets of New York, a vagabond. I'll probably-"

Blondie surged forward, closing the small distance between them; effectively shutting him up.

And it pained him to admit that he really liked this method.

Dazed with shock, Bucky was to surprised to kiss back. Luckily his mind (or Bucky junior as Darcy liked to call it) was there telling him what to do.

"Just kiss him you fucking idiot!"

Ah, he loved Bucky junior.

Slowly, Bucky began moving his lips as well, and soon he found himself backed against a wall, acres of pure muscle deliciously crowding him in. A large hand wrapped behind his head, protecting him from the rough wall, whilst another snaked it's way to Bucky's waist, pulling him impossibly close.

For once, he gave no shits about his punctuality, greedily taking in the sweet kisses of the beautiful stranger.

Sam was going to murder him, and he had no doubt that it would be slow and painful.
But for now, Bucky happily wrapped his arms around the hot asshole's neck; a happy sigh escaping the other man's mouth.

And he could tell he would thoroughly enjoy these last moments.

Blondie broke the kiss, staring at Bucky with a gaze so heated his knees buckled. "My name's Steve, by the way."

"Bucky."

Steve grinned at that, and swooped back in to kiss him deeply.

Yeah. He was definitely going to enjoy this.