Feelings and An Offer
Bucky's feet felt heavy, as did the rest of his body, as he ran after the faint scent of Steve. His mind was reeling like a movie, showcasing all the times Steve had shown his affection and Bucky had blown him off.
If he was honest, Bucky hadn't often considered the possibility Steve was pinning for him. They had been friends for years, even before Sarah died, and he figured that was all they were.
He felt shitty. Steve was not a bully, and if he was saying such harsh words it meant he was hurting bad. It meant Steve was on his way to the only place that made him calm; Sarah's grave.
As Bucky's eyes landed on the graveyard sign he was still thinking if he should apologize or not.
It wasn't his fault Steve had never directly told him he liked him. And calling Tony, the guy he himself was pinning for, a slut was definitely over the line. But Steve had always been stubborn and self-conscious, even if he refused to show it.
Bucky quietly roamed the graveyard for a few minutes, his nose stuffed with the sweet smell of Steve. He would admit, once or twice, he'd thought of Steve in a less than platonic way, but that didn't really mean it was more than that. Maybe he'd thought of what it'd be like to sleep with a gorgeous guy like Steve, who used to smile sweetly at Bucky and made his insides warm.
But isn't that what pals do?
Bucky walked in circles for a lot longer then he intended too, his brain racking for ways to approach his oldest childhood friend and possible man-crush. The more he thought about it, the more memories that flooded his mind about Steve.
When Sarah had died, the same night Bucky had cuddled with Steve in his bed, his arms wrapped around his waist. Bucky remembered the small kiss he had placed on Steve's shoulder to comfort him, and now he really felt shitty.
Bucky was leaning against a tree next to a grave, his mind distracted from reality, and his nose was yearning to smell Steve closer. Yet, his eyes were filled with images of Tony, who's scent was just as sweet.
Bucky sighed, knowing he was in for a hell of a ride, and decided to man up and face Steve.
When he found Steve slumped in front of his mother's grave, his shoulders shaking silently, his stomach dropped.
"What?" Steve's voice was soft and hoarse. Bucky sighed. Of course Steve had heard him coming.
"Stevie, I ..." Bucky wasn't sure what to say. His mind was confused and his heart was pounding. He felt blinded by Steve's bright hair that shined in the dimly lit space, and how his scent was like freshly made juice he wanted to chug down.
Bucky breathed and stepped closer to his friend, ignoring everything but how he needed to comfort his hurting friend.
He stopped behind Steve and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry, Steve, I didn't know. I didn't know, okay? I would've talked about it. Or something."
Steve sighed and looked up at Bucky, finally. Bucky's chest tightened as he looked into Steve's teary eyes.
"It's okay, Buck," Steve blinked slowly and sucked in some air to calm himself. "You shouldn't forgive me."
Bucky considered his words and figured out Steve had done something else. "Why?"
"I went to Tony's house," was all Steve said before looking away and biting his lip.
Bucky's legs went wobbly. He knew Steve didn't go innocently, and he knew Tony would inherently be pissed at him now. Bucky breathed in and said, "what'd you do?" before breathing out.
"I said he should stay away from you. And I called him a slut," Steve mumbled. He picked at his fingers as Bucky twitched and ignored the aching need to yell at Steve.
"I broke his mug, too." Steve stood suddenly and looked at Bucky. His eyes weren't wet anymore but his face was sulking. "I don't know why I did it. I was jealous. I was angry that you didn't love me like I love you and I wanted to keep him away so I wouldn't have to see you two together," Steve rushed through his words, his fingers on the line to bleeding.
Bucky reached up and hushed him. "I understand, and I know you're just going off your heat, but what you did was out of line, Steve," Bucky said firmly. Steve's face crumpled and he nodded.
"But I don't hate you. Maybe I don't even like you, because it's more than that," Bucky continued. He paused and Steve looked at him with this small place of hope and Bucky's heart was dying in his chest.
"But right now I'm not sure what I feel, but I know it's something for you and there's something for Tony," Bucky added, and he chose to ignore the flash of sadness that hit Steve's eyes.
"And I think we both need some time to think," he finished. Steve nodded silently. The pair stood in the graveyard, the quiet banging in the ears, and Bucky suddenly leaned over and quickly pecked Steve on the cheek.
Steves body flushed and he laughed lowly. "This whole situation is pretty messed, huh?"
Bucky half-grinned. "It is. There's something, Steve, there is, but I need to clear this up with Tony."
"Yeah, I understand. He won't listen to me I'm sure, but tell him I'm sorry for being a total jerk," Steve said, and patted Bucky on the shoulder. "Good luck, Buck."
Bucky smiled and returned the favour, and went off to find Tony after making sure Steve was alright.
Tony's body was sore and tired from dancing all night. His feet were achy and his throat was threatening to collapse from the burn of all the alcohol, but he was determined not to quit.
He'd made a hell of a name for himself at this club, and he was sure by now half the city had fucked him twice already.
But Tony felt good. His body was happy for once at being constantly pleased, and his mind was only thinking of the next time he would be able to enjoy being thrown across a bed.
He was buzzed, thoroughly, and he figured nothing could bring him down. Of course, life had a way of royally fucking up his own when it was least convenient for him, and he knew it wouldn't last.
He was just wobbling out of a back room, his ass sore and his shoulders bruised from all the rough hands groping him, when he smelt him.
The room was filled with men reaking of sweat and hormones, but Tony had cuddled closely with Bucky and he knew the scent anywhere.
Tony considered finding someone who would fuck him right in front of Bucky, but decided against it. He was stubborn and held grudges, but all in all it was the blonde guys fault and not Bucky's anyway.
Tony didn't have time to chase after Bucky's scent before he felt a smooth pair of hands wrap around his hips. Bucky's smell was intoxicating so close to him, especially when his hormones were so high, and Tony almost forgot to be annoyed at his existence.
"Listen, Bucky," Tony started when he turned to face the guy, but he was silenced by Bucky's finger.
"You listen for once," Bucky joked. Tony huffed and narrowed his eyes but stayed quiet.
"I came to apologize about Steve earlier, and to say I'm sorry for being so forward with you about being here," Bucky licked his lips, "I'll admit you look good in here looking like this."
"Is that the blonde guy? Well, tell Steve he's a fuckface and punch him for me," Tony answered, removing Bucky's hands. He wouldn't give in to the temptations, not today.
Bucky sighed and his face went serious. "He's not a fuckface, he's just very jealous. If it makes you feel better, you were right. He has the hots for me."
"Told you," Tony said smugly, flipping a lock of hair out of his face. "And I know you like him too, I can smell his scent all over you. You two were real close lately, it seems."
Bucky sighed. "There's something between us, but I don't know what yet."
"Then why are you here talking to me?" Tony asked, then paused and laughed. "Oh I see, can't decide between us, huh? What a stiff situation."
Tony wasn't walking away after this, frankly, awesome comment, like he wanted too. Maybe he was hoping Bucky would say no and go home with him, then again maybe he wasn't.
"I guess so," Bucky answered honestly. "I came to ask you something, really. Oh, and Steve sends his apologizes."
"What's the question?" Tony asked, already annoyed with this Steve guy. Being hot didn't mean he could treat him like he was some slut. He'd thought about how, technically, he was right since he had been here getting fucked for hours by every guy for three days already, but he was still stubborn. Liking sex didn't make him a slut, and he certainly didn't care about Steve's opinion on it.
"Have dinner with me and Steve, so you two can properly meet," Bucky said suddenly.
Tony almost lost his composure. "You want me to sit down and eat with the guy who broke into my house and called me a slut?"
Bucky winced. "I did the same thing, in a way," he admitted.
Tony thought about it and suddenly agreed. "Selling yourself out" and "slut" were along the same lines in insult.
"Why not?" Tony said dryly. "Might as well give the guy a chance since I gave you one."
"How kind of you, Mr Stark," Bucky joked. Tony rolled his eyes.
"I'm hungry now, call him and he can meet us at the little resteraunt a few places down," Tony said, feeling his stomach grumble.
"Thank you, Tony. He's honestly a good guy," Bucky added, before pulling away to call him.
Tony sighed and swayed his hips to the music that was still pounding in his head. He sighed and pushed back his hair, sweat glistening to his forehead.
He quickly went to a back room and change into some decent non-ripped clothes; an old shirt and sweats. He silently thanked the club owner for remembering to leave him clothes when he came here earlier today.
Tony stumbled outside, still a bit tipsy, and met Bucky by the door.
"He's coming," Bucky murmured, throwing his phone back in his pocket.
Tony nodded and mentally face palmed for putting himself in this fucked situation.
"Great, I'm starving."