A Coffee
Bucky was waiting in line at a Starbucks near his apartment in New York. It was a chilly winter morning and he was wrapped up in warm clothes for the weather. There were still a few people ahead of him so he took his time to browse through his social media accounts while he waited.
It had been several months since the last day of his movie shooting ended. The film was currently in post-production and was slated to be released summer of the next year. A few more months before they started the rounds of promotion, tours and press junkets. Bucky took his time to rest and catch up on the things that he could not do while filming.
Today was another day when he can just order his morning coffee at a Starbucks and then go home to watch some Netflix and order take-out. He could cook himself some food, but he just wanted to have a lazy day today and no one was stopping him. Filming for the next movie was months and months away so he didn’t need to watch his weight for now. He can just be.
When it was Bucky’s turn to order, he ordered a double White Chocolate Mocha. When he tried to pay for his coffee, the barrista had told him that his order was already paid for. That made Bucky look around the coffee shop to get a quick check of the people inside. But he did not notice anyone who was looking at him. That was one thing that he loved about New York, people just didn’t care about his celebrity status. Sure, there were a few instances of meeting fans who asked for selfies or autographs, but his life in New York was relatively unmolested.
“Who paid for it?” he asked the barrista.
The barrista, a girl with blue hair, craned her neck from across the counter to look for the person. But the barrista just looked back at Bucky and shook her head in an apologetic smile.
“Guess he’s not here anymore,” the girl said.
“Ugh… Can you describe him to me?” he asked. He heard the people behind him mutter about him holding the line, but he just could not find it in himself to give a fuck right at that moment.
“Hot guy, blond, built like a brick house. I would totally climb him like a tree, by the way. And he tips really well,” the girl commented. She was swooning with a faraway look on her face when she tried to recall the person who paid for Bucky’s coffee.
Bucky was left stunned and gaping like a fish even when the barrista had already moved to take care of his order. It took him a few beats to move away from the cashier and wait for his order on one end of the counter.
He already had his suspicions of who the girl was talking about. Even though the girl mentioned that the man had already left, he still took a second look around the coffee shop to really make sure that the man wasn’t there.
He sighed when he confirmed that Steve was really not in the coffee shop anymore. His lips formed into a sad pout and he dejectedly stood there while waiting for his coffee. After a few seconds, the frown on his face turned into a scowl.
Why would Steve buy him coffee and then leave him alone when they hadn’t even met for several months now? Steve had an obligation to Bucky. It was Bucky’s right to know where the hell Steve had been these past few months. He had been waiting and waiting for the blond to come back to him and was sorely disappointed when the blond was no show after spending the night in his hotel room.
Didn’t they belong to each other? Wasn’t that what Steve told him the night that they spent together? So why was Steve not with him now?
The scowl on his face deepened. When his coffee arrived, he stormed out of the coffee shop and grumpily went home. His relaxed mood was suddenly ruined by the little incident.
He was surprised--although he really should have expected it by now--to find Steve sitting on his living room couch while watching a documentary about penguins on his large, curved, flat screen TV.
The blond was comfortably lounging on the couch with his socked feet crossed on top of the coffee table. On his lap was a box of cronut from Dominique Ansel and on the coffee table beside his feet was a large bottle of apple juice. He looked relaxed with his feet up and only wearing a comfortable pair of jeans and a dark blue henley that did nothing to hide his sculpted physique.
The only change that Bucky had noticed was Steve’s hair was now a bit shorter than the last time that they saw each other. He thought that Steve’s previous haircut--that was parted two-thirds to the side--was good, but now his shorter haircut that was closer to an ivy league haircut suited him much better.
The moment that Bucky saw Steve, his mouth went dry. He forgot to take off his shoes and coat and just rushed towards Steve with his coffee still in his hand. He grabbed the front of Steve’s henley and pulled the blond forward as he leaned down and attacked Steve’s lips in a crushing, desperate, passionate kiss. Steve’s moan sent a pleasurable thrill down Bucky’s spine. They kissed with tongues and teeth for a while before they absolutely had to come up for air. Thankfully, Bucky did not spill any of his coffee that he held aloft to the side because Steve had managed to hold his wrist to steady his hand from spilling the coffee.
“Hey there,” Steve said with a smile that was a bit loopy from their passionate kissing.
“Hey yourself,” Bucky grumbled as he released Steve. He took a deep breath after putting down his coffee on the table, and taking off his shoes and coat.
“Hey, I know what I did--or what I didn’t do. You can most definitely try to beat me up later for that. But, right now, I really just miss you. So, can we make out for a while before you start hating me?” Steve asked with his wide and begging blue eyes.
He set aside the box of cronuts. He held Bucky’s hands on his own as he looked up to the brunet.
Bucky wanted to pout and grumble about Steve’s prolonged period of absence, but when he looked into Steve’s begging puppy blue eyes, he could not resist the blond’s request. He will definitely complain and nag later, but he found the idea of making out very agreeable at the moment. So he let Steve guide him on top of the blond’s lap, straddling the blond while his arms are wrapped around the blond’s neck. Steve’s hands went to Bucky’s hips, pulling their bodies closer together.
“I missed you, too,” Bucky said. His right hand went to the blond’s soft hair and scratched the blond’s scalp, finding that it had become a bit of a challenge to grasp the blond’s hair now that it was shorter. His other hand held firmly on Steve’s nape as he lowered his head to kiss the blond.
They both moaned as their tongues met and their kisses got deeper and more passionate. There was an urgency in the moment--in their reunion--that made their movements more frantic. There was a flurry of movements, and in a few beats, all of their clothes were strewn across the floor. Bucky did not even notice how Steve had managed to take off both of their clothes in such a short amount of time. All of his focus was on their joined lips and other body parts.
Bucky whined when Steve dress his head back. Bucky tried to chase the blond’s lips with his own for another kiss but Steve just smiled. Without any warning, the blond stood up while carrying Bucky--the brunet’s legs around Steve’s waist with the blond’s hands cupped under his ass cheeks for support. Bucky tightened his embrace around Steve’s neck as the blond walked them towards his bedroom. They both groaned when their crotches accidentally grinded together due to the sudden movement.
“Want you, Buck,” Steve whispered in Bucky’s ear midway.
Bucky’s reply was to kiss along the side of Steve’s face and jostling his hips a bit to gain some friction between their naked lower halfs.
When they finally reached the bedroom, Steve gently laid him down on top of the bed and worshipped his whole body with his mouth. Steve proceeded to treat Bucky’s cock like a delicious lollipop and then ate Bucky out like he was the most delicious meal to ever exist. Bucky became a puddle of satisfied goo after Steve had his way with him. The brunet was an incoherent mess after the blond was through with him.
It took Bucky a long while before he came down from one of the best orgasms he had ever experienced in his life. He realized that Steve had yet to come and tried to reciprocate.
“Steve…” he called out in a low moan after noticing that the blond had left the bed.
“Hush, baby. I’m fine. I just want to make you feel good right now. Don’t worry about me. Just let me make it up to you,” Steve said when the blond returned from the bathroom with a warm flannel and proceeded to clean Bucky’s body, already knowing what he meant.
The brunet noticed that Steve was no longer hard. Despite his post-orgasm high, he still wondered how that could be when Steve was rock hard just before he left the bed, and he only took a few moments in the bathroom--not enough to jerk one off.
“You’re not hard. How are you not hard?” Bucky could not help but say when Steve rejoined him on the bed.
The blond smiled at him, his blue eyes twinkled. He kissed Bucky on the forehead. “Shh… It’s fine.”
“But it’s really not. I wanted--” Bucky could not continue what he wanted to say because Steve had captured his lips in a deep, wet kiss. His line of thought disappeared like smoke in the air.
“It’s called discipline, babe.”
Steve pulled the duvet over their naked bodies and the two cuddled in bed, still feeling the afterglow. Bucky’s head rested on top of Steve’s chest. He was listening to the steady heartbeat of the blond. Steve wrapped his arms around Bucky, entangling their legs together.
“Is that an immortal thing?” Bucky asked.
Steve suddenly laughed. The movement of the blond’s chest caused Bucky to raise his head and look up to Steve. He looked at the blond in confusion. The blond buried his laughter on the brunet’s long, dark hair and then kissed the crown of his head
When Steve’s laughter had subsided, he jostled Bucky into a more comfortable position while still locked in the blond’s embrace.
“Oh, Buck. There is so much that I need to tell you.”
“So tell me,” he said.
“Take a nap with me and then we can talk when you wake up,” Steve said.
Bucky bit his lower lip when he felt Steve kiss his hair. He kiss the part of Steve’s chest where he can reach and sighed. He did find his eyelids growing heavier by the second and Steve already promised to tell him things in the very immediate future. So he let himself fall asleep in the warm embrace of his lover.