Steve looks down and catches sight of a bright pink drink in a hurricane glass. Moisture is beaded on the outside, and the cool feel of it is nice on Steve’s sweaty hand as he picks up the monstrosity Sam has ordered for him.
“What the hell is this?” Steve asks, a disbelieving smile on his face. “You couldn’t just order me a beer?”
“You said to surprise you,” Sam smirks. “And you made me wait.”
“But what is it?” Steve repeats, and is answered by a deep, unfamiliar voice.
“It’s a Singapore Sling,” the man behind the bar is smiling. “Not what you were expecting?”
In which Bucky is a bartender and Steve is immediately smitten. He's not the only one.
- Part 1 of Hey Bartender
“So,” Steve’s voice is casual, but his eyes are mischievous as he threads a hand through Bucky’s hair while they’re watching some goofy comedy about the end of the world. “I noticed something this morning.”
“Yeah?” Bucky asks, quirking an eyebrow upward. He’s not prepared for the hard tug Steve gives his hair, so he can’t stop the low moan that escapes him.
“Yeah,” Steve breathes, pupils blown wide with lust, and fuck , Bucky’s already hard in his jeans. “Got any other kinks I should know about, gorgeous?”
“I mean, I might,” Bucky’s voice is hoarse with arousal, and he gasps as Steve tugs again. “You’re a smart guy, Steve. I think you’ll be able to figure them out.”
In which Steve begins to figure out Bucky's kinks.
- Part 2 of Hey Bartender