Honey, We're Coming Out In Style

[Sequel to Buck Me.] It’s really fucking difficult not to pounce on Bucky when the brunet walks back over to him, slightly sweaty and catching his breath with a grin. Even in the darkened room, Bucky can still seem to see the expanse of Steve’s pupils, turning his grin into a smirk as he leans in and says in his ear, “Someone like that?” “You know I like watchin’ you dance, you fuckin’ jerk,” Steve mumbles back, just loud enough for him to hear. “Wish I could get you alone right now,” Bucky nearly growls. “Would fuck you until you screamed.” Steve’s mouth falls open, and in his pants, he gets impossibly harder. But before he can sputter anything out in response, Bucky’s straightening back up with an innocent look on his face. Steve just stands there... cursing Bucky over and over in his head and hoping to god they can find some time later to get each other alone when they’re at one of the hotel rooms. Even a bathroom with all of their friends on the other side of the door would be perfectly fine right about now.