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EXPLICIT 18+
Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson (Marvel), America Chavez, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Wanda Maximoff, Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Sarah Rogers, Kate Bishop, Johann Schmidt Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Politics, Not A Political Animals AU, Enemies to Lovers, Hate Sex, Politics, Humor, extremely gay and dramatic internal monologuing, Republicans Do Not Interact, enemies to dumbasses to lovers, Sam Wilson is the progressive politician we deserve, but he definitely does not have time for these two assholes, category 70 human disasters, gale force idiocy, the people's boner, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, American Politics, life liberty and the pursuit of dicks, Gym Sex, Office Sex, Bathroom Sex, Car Sex, Oral Sex, Frottage, Semi-Public Sex, Hand Jobs, Minor Kate Bishop/America Chavez, Slow Burn, Angst with a Happy Ending Series: Part 1 of Niccolò Machiavelli's The Politician
Summary:
Okay, so the real problem is that you shouldn’t fuck your arch-rival, political enemy, and the person you loathe the most in the world where you work. Or like, at least, you shouldn’t keep doing that.
But okay, the thing that Descartes or whoever didn’t know was that Steve really tries, but Bucky Barnes has a mouth that should probably constitute an eighth sin or something.
Jesus fucking Christ, Sam’s going to kill him.
(or—Steve’s best friend is the U.S. Constitution and he can’t seem to stop fucking a hot Republican. They shouldn’t fall in love, but somehow they do. That’s it, that’s the fic.)
Snippet:
"Save it, Rogers,” Bucky says, rolling his eyes and looking up at the ceiling. “I can fucking hear your brain grinding from over here. I know. Hate sex. You said.”
The difference between his tone and his body language is jarring, because Bucky rolls his eyes and speaks like the devil’s caught his tongue, but that’s not what the lines of his body say. They’re tenser than the expression between his eyebrows. He tilts his head toward Steve, giving him a lazy smile that Steve can pick apart immediately for how fake it is. It doesn’t seem to matter though, because he tilts his body just a little closer to Steve's, the distance between them closing, the angle getting just a little more acute, and without really meaning to, Steve is leaning toward him too.
The streetlights passing by highlight the crest of Bucky's cheekbones, then cast shadows around his eyes that make him unreadable. All of this would be easier if he weren't so unfortunately handsome, because then maybe Steve wouldn't feel a strange ache in his chest looking at him. It doesn’t really mix with the rest of him, the part of him so angry he wants to press his thumb against Bucky’s wrist until he lets Steve go. His chest keeps leaving him wrongfooted tonight; he doesn't know what to do about it.
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