Rated for language

Hey everyone! My friend was having a bad day so I promised him some fluffy stucky, I hope I delivered!

Enjoy!

When Steve first started at Shield Secondary School, his first friendly-face turned first friend was Bucky Barnes. Bucky was a young Russian man with a gorgeous accent and an intellect that made Steve swoon. They got along so well, it was like they had been friends all their life. It didn't take very long for Steve to develop a huge crush on the guy, and that was three years ago. It had only gotten worse since then. Bucky was just so smart, sweet, and just really fucking attractive.

Steve sighed, and dropped his head down to his arms that were folded on the table. He really had to stop getting distracted, he was at work for gods sake. He couldn't give the students shit for not paying attention when he himself was distracted.

"Somethin' the matter, pal?" Bucky drawled out, his warm accented voice was music to Steve's ears. He felt his shoulders relax and he flashed Bucky a small smile.

"Nah Buck, I was just thinking." He replied, sitting up. Bucky dropped down to the seat next to him, they were in the teachers lounge, with a cup of coffee in his left hand and a book in Russian in his right.

"Don't think too hard, you might hurt yourself," Bucky said, chuckling to himself. He could tell Steve didn't want to talk about it, so he let it go.

"Whatever, asshole." Steve said, rolling his eyes. "What's your next class?"

"Spanish, I think," He replied, "What about you?"

"Ugh, I have seniors. I'm not sure what I'm going to have them do, but god do I hate that class." Steve said, groaning. He dropped his head back down to his arms. "They don't take the class seriously, like honestly, it's an optional course, why take it if you don't actually want to?! Like fuck, I'm have a certain curriculum to teach, I don't have time to deal with kids who just want to paint whatever they want and not even listen to me. To make matters worse, they don't even know how to paint!"

After he finished his rant it was silent. He winced and looked up at Bucky, "Shit, sorry! I didn't mean to unload on you like that."

Thankfully, Bucky didn't look mad; instead, he looked almost…fond. Steve pushed those thoughts away though, he didn't want to give himself hope.

"It's ok, unload all you want, pal. I've been told I'm a very good listener," Bucky grinned, waggling his eyebrows. It worked like he intended and Steve laughed, shaking his head.

"Alright, well I have to go teach the dreaded class, I'll catch you later, Buck." Steve said, standing up and gathering his stuff. He stuffed them in his bag, and with a muted salute to Bucky, he was off. He didn't look back, so he didn't see Bucky watching him go.

Later, Steve was finally done for the day and after he had collected all of his belongings, he walked out to his car and go in. He started it up and back out of the staff parking. He had only been driving for 10 minutes when he noticed someone walking on the side of the road up ahead of him. The clothing the person was wearing looked familiar and as he squinted he recognized it was Bucky. He drove up ahead and pulled up beside him, and Bucky took notice of him.

He rolled down the passenger window and leaned over to see Bucky, "Whatcya doing, Buck?"

"Oh you know, just out for a stroll," Bucky retorted, leaning down so he could see Steve through the window.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Do you want a ride home?"

"Sure." Bucky said, opening the door and slipped into the car. Bucky quickly gave Steve directions, which Steve recognized as not to far from his own apartment. It was silent for a moment, a companionable silence. It was nice.

"So, I thought you had a car?" Steve said, glancing to his right for a moment then shifting his eyes back to the road.

"I do. But the piece of shit broke down last week, so I've been using my roommate's car but he needed it today, so walking it is!" Bucky replied, shifting in his seat and getting comfortable. Steve got a warm feeling in his stomach as he saw Bucky get comfortable in his presence.

"Ahhh I see. That sucks, man." Steve said, mentally wincing. 'That sucks? Come on, Rogers. You can do better than that.' Steve thought to himself.

To his luck though, Bucky just chuckled and made a sound of agreement. They sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, and soon enough, Steve pulled up in front of Bucky's apartment building.

"Thanks for the ride, Steve. I really appreciate it." Bucky said softly, he seemed shy all of a sudden. Steve felt himself blush, and cleared his throat.

"It's really no problem, Bucky," He replied, "Do you- do you want a ride to work tomorrow?"

Bucky's eyes lit up, and he hid a grin as he nodded.

"That would be great, thanks Steve," He repeated, opening the door and climbing out. He shut the door and leaned down again by the still open window, it looked like he was going to say something, but he seemed to change his mind and just gave Steve a smile.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Bucky."

Eeeep first chapter! This is my first multi-chapter story, it's not gonna be very long, but I'm excited nonetheless!