Bodies everywhere. That's what Steve sees behind the door. Bodies pressed close, grinding and writhing together, dancing to the music. With wide eyes, and his mouth slightly ajar, Steve watches the couples move.
Wrapped in each other's arms, thighs slotted between thighs, rolling hips, and pure joy. That's the only possible description for what Steve sees before him. Eyes still wide, he turns to Clint and hesitantly asks, "Where'd they learn to do… do that?"
Turning to Steve, with a huge grin on his face, Clint replies, "Where? I dunno, Blondie. Kids are doing it in the basements back home, I guess," with a wink at Steve, making him blush ever more than he already was.
Catching on to Steve's discomfort, Clint smirks and does his inappropriate melon dance again, and asks, "Why? You wanna try it, Stevie?"
Adamantly shaking his head, no, and averting his eyes, Steve stutters out, "N-no, I'm good."
Laughing, Clint hoists his melons higher, and starts to walk in, calling back to Steve, "C'mon, Stevie, we're missin' all the fun!"
Startling a little, Steve rushes after Clint, not wanting to be caught in the throng of gyrating hips.
Holding tightly onto his melon, Steve wades through the crowd after Clint, careful not to be on the receiving end of any… inappropriate advances, and staying far away from any and all thrusting hips. He passes one couple, the girl bobbing her head with her hands fisted in her fella's shirt collar, and the guy must notice how uncomfortable Steve is, assuming that his expression is one of utter terror. Shooting him a smirk, the extremely large blonde man flicks the tip of hat at Steve, and laughs at the expression on his face.
Reaching the other side of the room, finally, Steve hands off his watermelon to Clint who places it on what Steve assumes to be the snack table. Now that they're in the promise land, and Steve doesn't have to dodge any flying body parts, he turns to watch the crowd again.
"Can you imagine dancin' like this on the main floor? The family fox trot, ha, Fury would close the place down before he ever let that happen."
Turning to face Clint, Steve's about to reply when a shift in the crowd grabs his attention. Walking through the front door is none other than Bucky and Natasha, still in their dance getups from earlier that night.
As Bucky walks in the room, he grabs a beer from a dancer's hand and takes a long swig. After returning it, he continues to make his way through the crowd, stopping every few feet and pulling someone in for a dance… or well, more for a few rolls of his hips, while still holding Natasha's hand.
Soon Bucky and Natasha are in the center of the room, and after a quick twirl for Natasha, they're dancing like the rest of the group, much to Steve's dismay (or pleasure, he's unsure at this point). Seeing the way Bucky is moving against Natasha, his thigh between hers, and the steady roll of their hips, Steve can almost feel his skin turning green.
While he's watching the two dance, Clint pops up by his ear, and tells him, "That's my cousin, Bucky Barnes, he got me the job here."
Surprised, Steve whips around to face Clint. Cousins? Well, this could either be a good development, or an extremely bad one. After catching a glimpse of Bucky, Clint's familial ties are all but forgotten, as Steve is captivated by the sheen of sweat shining on Bucky's chest through his half-open shirt.
Unlike the other dancers, most of which are grinding on their partners, Bucky and Natasha are all over the dance floor. Yes, they're pressed close most of the time, but they're dancing too, really dancing. Despite his jealousy, Steve can't help but be thoroughly impressed. It's looks like they're dancing to choreography, but Steve is pretty sure they aren't- which only makes it all the more impressive.
Watching the way Bucky and Natasha move together, the way they are so in sync, like they are extended limbs of each other, Steve realizes something. Stomach turning to acid, he realizes that Bucky and Natasha are a couple. One that's been together for a long time, if the way they move is any indication. How could he be so stupid? Of course someone like Bucky would have a girl, a beautiful girl. Hell, the most gorgeous girl Steve has ever seen in person. Why would he want Steve, when he has Natasha? God, he's an idiot.
Trying, and failing, to keep the smile on his face, Steve turns to Clint and says, "Wow, they look great together," voice shaking.
With a knowing look on his face, Clint turns to Steve and says, "Yeah, you'd think they were a couple, wouldn'ya?"
Steve's heart stutters in his chest, and afraid of the answer he hesitantly asks, "Aren't they?"
A full-blown smirks appears on Clint's face, as if Steve just revealed the secrets of the universe, and he replies, "Nah, not since we were kids… I don't think Bucky's seeing anyone right now…" while glancing sideways at Steve.
If Clint's behavior is anything to go by, Steve thinks he's busted. But Steve's mind can't even think about that right now. Bucky and Natasha aren't together. Steve has a chance. Or well, half a chance, he doesn't even know if Bucky likes boys, let alone him. But again, based on Clint's reaction, Steve thinks that it's a definite possibility. Hopefully.
The song changes, and with excited screams, everyone jumps into the next dance with enthusiasm. Bucky breaks away from Natasha, and makes his way through the crowd, occasionally stopping for a dance. As he's got his front pressed to the back of a tall brunette, hips rolling in tandem, he looks directly at Steve and Clint. Hips stuttering for a moment, and face scrunching in confusion, he breaks away and walks over to them.
Oh god, he's coming right for us. Steve freezes on the spot, unable to hear what Clint is saying, only hearing the panicked thoughts racing through his mind. And geez, what the hell is wrong with him? He's talked to guys before without going brain dead… But none of those guys were Bucky Barnes.
Clint has his back turned, and when Bucky is right behind him, Bucky gives him a bump in the ass with his hips to get his attention.
Without looking at Steve, not even a glance in his direction, voice gruff, Bucky says to Clint, "Hey cus, what's he doin' here?"
Cheeks burning, and eyes downcast, Steve scuffs his feet on the floor. Well, then. Steve reckons he'll take that as a no, Bucky does not like him.
"I carried a watermelon." Steve clamps his mouth shut, not believing that he just blurted that out. I carried a watermelon? Goddamnit Rogers, you're such a heel sometimes.
Glancing at Steve, with a look on his face, that roughly translates to "Really?" Clint jumps in to vouch for Steve, to prove that he isn't some watermelon carrying fool.
"Stevie? He's here with me, Bucky. He's cool, I thought ya' might wanna meet 'im, you guys'll get along real swell."
Having risen his gaze when Clint was backing him up, Steve's looks to the floor, eyes widening at Clint's innuendo. Feeling the blush creep up his chest and neck, up onto his cheeks, Steve prays that Bucky doesn't notice.
Apparently his praying was for naught, because he feels a finger chuck his chin, causing him to look up, right into the cool blue eyes, of Bucky Barnes.
"Stevie, huh? Nice name…" and then quieter, a soft murmur only for Steve, he says, "I make ya' nervous or somethin', Stevie? You look a little red."
Stuttering a little, searching his brain for a reply, Steve is about to reply, when Bucky cuts in, louder this time, the flirtatious murmur from before is nowhere to be found, "Where's your girlfriend, Stevie?"
Blinking, Steve asks, "Girlfriend? I don't…"
Eyes narrowing at Steve, Bucky puts on a wolfish grin, and says, "Yeah, girlfriend. The stone cold fox, I've seen ya' around with, with 'er hands all over ya', your girlfriend."
Stone cold fox? The only girl who he's talked to since he's gotten here is Darcy… Darcy.
Unable to help himself, Steve starts laughing at the thought of Bucky mistaking him and Darcy as a couple. After a few more snorts of laughter, Steve tries to catch his breath, so he can tell Bucky no, my sister is not my girlfriend. But just as he's getting his breath back, Bucky starts to turn away scowling at Steve. Shit.
"Bucky! Wait a sec, will 'ya?"
"Why, so you can laugh at me some more? Piss off, will ya', Stevie?" Bucky's tone is harsh, and hurt, spitting Steve's name out like a curse.
"I'm not laughin' at you, I'm laughin' cause the girl you've seen me with? She's my sister, her name's Darcy," Steve sheepishly explains, eyes cast to the floor, once again.
After a moment of silence, Steve looks up to see if Bucky's still there, or if he stalked off like he had originally intended. To his surprise, Bucky was right in front of him, looking as sheepish as Steve feels. After noticing that Steve's gaze had returned to him, Bucky's face turns into a grin, and after nodding to himself a few times, he says to Steve, "Sister, huh? So no girlfriend?"
"Nope, no girlfriend…" Steve hesitates, stopping mid sentence, unsure if he should continue his sentence, when he decides fuck it, it's now or never, "or… or boyfriend."
Smiling, to himself or to Steve, Steve is unsure, he turns and dances his way back into the crowd. Blinking, Steve has no clue what the hell just happened. His eyes follow Bucky in the crowd and his stomach curls in rejection, as he sees Bucky take Natasha back into his arms.
Due to the fact that Steve is apparently a masochist, he stays where he is and watches Bucky and Natasha move with each other. Smiling bitterly to himself, Steve can't help but think that he shouldn't be surprised. Why would Bucky want someone like him? He could probably have anyone here, boy or girl. And god, that voice? The feeling of Bucky's breath on the shell of his ear, of the sweet murmur of his voice… Steve can feel his mind drifting to the place of inappropriate fantasies, and wards off any thoughts of Bucky and his sinful mouth… for now.
While Steve was lost in his mind, he didn't notice the way that Bucky's gaze was trained on him, or notice Bucky cutting through the crowd straight for him.
Startled out his daydreams by the sudden appearance of Bucky, Steve struggles with words trying to say something, anything, to him. But, as it turns out, Steve never had to say anything. With a glint in his eye, Bucky grins and moves his finger in a "come hither" motion. Steve looks around him confused, looking for the girl that Bucky is signalling, but there's no one there. Except Steve. Oh God.
Bucky extends his hand to Steve, smirking all the while, as Steve turns around and looks to Clint for confirmation that this is really happening. Laughing, Clint nods and shrugs as if to say, go for it. Steve turns back around and follows Bucky as he leads them into the throng of dancing bodies. Upon reaching their destination, Bucky turns to Steve, and with a surprisingly soft smile, he gently places his hands on Steve's hips and draws him closer. Steve notices that they're close enough that if either of them tilted their hips forward, even the tiniest amount, his and Bucky's hips would be flush together.
Bucky tightens his hold on Steve's hips and pushes them downward so that Steve's bent at the knees. Settling into the same stance, Bucky begins to rolls his hips in a circular motion, his hands lightly at Steve's sides, guiding him to do the same. Steve feels awkward and stiff, and knowing that he looks it, he glances around at the other dancers self-consciously. Noticing the way that everyone is loose and free, and comparing it to his graceless jerky movements, Steve's hips stutter with uncertainty. Before he can get too lost in his self-pity, Steve is pulled from his thoughts by the feeling of Bucky taking hold of his chin, with gentler hands then Steve would have expected. Tilting Steve's chin up, forcing him to hold eye contact with him, Bucky reassures Steve, "Hey, it's alright, ignore them, jus' watch me, okay?" pulling Steve closer, Bucky slots a knee between Steve's thighs, "Watch me, Stevie."
Unable to look away from the intensity of Bucky's gaze, and unable to think coherently with the feel of Bucky's thigh pressing right there, Steve nods. Keeping his word, Steve keeps his eyes on Bucky.
