A Warm Weekend • Method Acting!Stucky
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That time Steve and Bucky crossed the lines of friendship.
Method Acting Masterlist
Content Warning: Frat!Steve x Frat!Bucky, friends to lovers, fluff, bi!bucky, bi-curious!steve, smut (handjob, mention of porn, blowjob), angst.
Warm days combined with warm nights have a way of letting frustration fester. There's nothing cold and sharp to cut through the tension, so the tension sits and grows with the humidity. It leaves people with no place to hide. Leaves them with no energy to keep their secrets under their skin.
It's a warm, summer weekend that lets two frustrated boys explore the source of their irritation. And explore it, and explore it, and explore it.
"It's so fuckin' hot," Steve groans on an irritatingly warm Saturday night. He's standing in front of the fridge with the door open, letting the coolness soothe his skin.
"Come over here; it ain't that bad under the AC," Bucky tells him, looking over the back of the couch. "You're gonna warm the beers up if you keep the fridge open like that."
Begrudgingly, Steve pulls another two beers out from the middle shelf before kicking the fridge shut and sauntering over to the couch. There, he sits down next to the brunette. The AC does provide a little cool air, but it hasn't worked at its full potential for years. Wearing nothing but boxers has still left the boys frustratingly hot.
"We need to, uh, go to Walmart tomorrow," Bucky mumbles, taking a beer. "Buy a fan or two. This heat's gonna kill us." Picking up the small knife from the table which they were using to cut orange slices earlier, he uses the blade to knock off the lid of the beer bottle. Steve watches in awe, his eyes flickering up to Bucky's bicep which flexes as he gulps down half the bottle, and then down to his abs which are on perfect display for him.
Buck's an attractive man, Steve thinks to himself as they both give their attention back to the shitty movie on the TV. I wonder how he's still single.
After a few minutes, Steve sees Bucky on his phone out of the corner of his eye. He looks over to see that the brunette is on some kind of dating app, swiping through and sending flirty messages. When a particularly sexy profile come up, Bucky nudges Steve and lets out a scoff. "Look at this guy. When you're that attractive, you just know that your life is gonna be easy. What a prick. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of him."
A soft laugh leaves Steve's mouth at his friend's verbalized thought process. Bucky's dating life is always a point of interest because of his lack of commitment. Steve honestly doesn't think he has seen Bucky with the same person twice, but he can't exactly judge him after the countless girls he slept with during freshman year.
After pondering on a thought for some time, Steve turns his head. "How did you know?" He questions with a mumble.
Bucky frowns down at his screen while typing out a message to the overly attractive guy. "Know what?" He asks absentmindedly.
"That you like boys," Steve elaborates, holding the cold beer to his chest.
Smiling, Bucky shrugs. "Just did. Same way we knew we liked girls. Came naturally."
Steve sinks a little lower on the couch with a curious look on his face. "What's it like? With guys?"
Knowing that this is about to be a whole conversation, Bucky turns his phone off and throws it to the side before turning to Steve and meeting his eyes. "Compared to being with girls, it's a different dynamic. But, in a lot of ways, it's similar."
That steals Steve's attention. "Similar? How?"
Shrugging, Bucky's lips curl upwards. "It's just as hot. It feels just as good..." Slowly, his eyes darken a little as he moves closer. "And I cum just as hard."
Steve's heart skips a beat, and he can't ignore the way his cock twitches.
"Why the questions, Stevie?" Bucky asks softly, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"No reason," He replies lowly, looking down.
"You sure?" Bucky presses, glancing down at Steve's bare body with a thick swallow.
"Just... curious," Steve mutters, busying his hand by wrapping it tighter around the bottle which sits on his thigh.
"You know what they say, baby," Bucky says smoothly. "Curiosity killed the cat."
Reeling from the nickname, Steve finally looks up at him, feeling a magnetic attraction pull him closer. "And satisfaction brought it back," He finishes lowly with his lips a single breath away from Bucky's.
"You wanna be satisfied?" Bucky asks him with a raised brow. "Because I can help you with that, Steven."
Steve runs his fingers over Bucky's abs, his eyes filling an untamed lust. "So, help me, James."
Without needed any further prompt, Bucky brings his lips down onto Steve's. The two meet in a heavy kiss, with no space left for apprehension or logic. All that matters is that the sparks and energy flowing between them is taking their mind off of the heat, and neither of them think they've ever had a better kiss.
"Buck," Steve mumbles against his lips, his hands roaming all over his best friend's body. "Let me touch you."
It's an odd sensation to Steve; having another man's cock in his hand. But the weight and thickness of Bucky's dick as it twitches and leaks with precum drives Steve insane, and he can't help but jerk him off quicker.
"Oh, fuck," Bucky groans, lifting his hips up as Steve continues stroking his dick. "Just like that, baby."
His words excite Steve, who pumps him harder and faster. Their eyes meet in a look of mischief and delight, and seconds later, their lips meet in raw passion. Steve is holding back a little purely due to his nerves, but Bucky provides enough confidence for the both of them.
"That feels so fucking good," Bucky says with a grunt, thrusting his hips up. "Fuck, Stevie, you got fucking magic hands."
Steve feels proud of himself when Bucky cums without warning, letting out a shaky moan as his hot seed shoots out. He strokes Bucky through his orgasm before taking his hand off him and biting his lip, utterly turned on by the warm, wet sensation of Bucky's cum on his skin.
"Oh, shit," Bucky whispers with a shudder, and his head falls to the side to face Steve. "I swear to God, I don't usually cum that quick."
Snorting, Steve sits back, waiting for his heartbeat to calm down. Did that really just happen? Did he just jerk his best friend off?
"I'm gonna take a shower and then hit the sack," Bucky says nonchalantly, standing up.
He leaves Steve sitting there. They both sleep alone that night.
Sunday is different.
They spend the afternoon sitting in front of the newly bought fan. Some artistic, romantic film is on; the kind with neon lights and an unnecessary amount of sex scenes.
The boys haven't mentioned what happened the night before. It's as though it was all in Steve's head - but the way his hand is aching to feel Bucky's cock again proves just how real it was.
"Straight into it," Bucky comments lowly as another sex scene begins, raising a brow. "No foreplay at all."
"They have to cut it short," Steve replies with a laugh. "They can't just gave a two hour long sex scene."
Two hours? Bucky's impressed. The guys he sleeps with couldn't even dream of lasting that long. Of course, that's largely due to Bucky's skill.
"That's what I'd do in my films," Bucky says, pointing to the screen. "Make the sex realistic. Show it all with no skipping to the end."
"That, my friend, is called porn," Steve tells him, chuckling.
"Then fuck it, let's make porn," Bucky states with a shrug, before turning to him. "Steve, would you help me make porn if I asked you to?"
The blonde lets out a sigh. "As your best friend, do I really have a choice?"
Bucky grins at that, looking back over at the television. With a scoff, he shakes his head. "This film is a disgrace to sex. I mean, there's low-budget, amateur porn more artistic than this shit."
Raising a brow, Steve turns to him. "You think?"
Six minutes later, the boys are watching porn. Bucky picked the first amateur video that came up; a college couple having it out in their dorm room. The woman's gagging on the man's cock and the boys' eyes are glued to the screen.
"Fuck, I'm getting so hard," Bucky utters, adjusting his pants as he looks over to Steve's lap and smirks. "And so are you, blondie."
Attempting to his his boner with his hands, Steve can't help but grow excited at the mention of Bucky's arousal.
"Mind if I give myself a hand?" Bucky asks him, though his fingers are already slipping down his boxers.
Steve shakes his head, unable to speak.
Seconds later, Bucky's moaning as he jerks himself off. "Fuck. You can touch yourself if you want, Steve. Go ahead."
It doesn't take much to convince him. Pretty soon, the room is filled with the boys' groans as they each stroke their cocks. The man in the video spews some dirty talk out and Steve looks over at Bucky, his curiosity once again piqued.
"You into that?" He asks him, his eyes flickering down to the brunette's dick.
Bucky raises a brow. "What; sucking cock?"
"No," Steve says, letting out a breathy laugh. "The daddy thing-"
"You don't think I suck cock?" Bucky continues to joke, feigning offence.
"I don't know," Steve smirks. "You seem more of a taker than a giver."
Bucky's hips thrust upwards slightly. "Is that right?"
"Come on," Steve presses. "Out of all your one nights stands I've spoken to, none have ever given particularly raving reviews about your head game."
"Oh yeah?" Bucky asks him, slightly offended. "Wanna bet?"
Snorting, Steve frowns. "How in the fuck do we bet on that?"
The brunette leans closer, a naughty look in his eyes. "I bet you twenty bucks that I can make you cum with just my mouth before this porno ends."
Glancing up at the screen, Steve sees there's only three and a half minutes left. Confident in his ability to last much longer than that, even with the way he's been stroking himself for the last ten minutes, he gives Bucky a smirk. "Make it fifty."
While Bucky slowly sinks down to his knees on the floor, Steve feels his pounding heart skip a beat. His fat cock greets Bucky with a twitch as it dances untouched, making Bucky grin. He takes his tongue and licks the underside, making sure to pay close attention to the thick vein running along it. Steve's head is thrown back in pleasure and his hands find their way to Bucky's soft hair.
"Fuck," Steve moans softly. "You don't have time to be a fucking tease, Barnes."
Chuckling, Bucky takes his best friend's cock into his mouth and swallows his entire length, choking as it fills up his throat. With ardor, he begins to suck Steve off, not forgetting to stimulate his balls with his fingers.
"Oh, my God," Steve whines, the sight of his dick disappearing into Bucky's mouth too much to handle. "That feels so fucking good, baby, so fucking good."
The air around them is electric with the excitement of two friends going beyond the limits of their platonic relationship. There's a certain level of pleasure that's added to moments in which one knows things may never be the same again.
"Keep going," Steve orders him gently. "Gonna make me cum."
Eager to taste his release, Bucky bobs his head faster, keeping his eyes on his whining friend. As his fingers tug on Steve's balls, Bucky gags on the tip but never stops, determined to prove himself. No raving reviews about his head game? After tonight, Steve's never gonna be able to stop fucking thinking about Bucky's throat.
"Shit," Steve hisses, signifying how close he is with his breathy whimpers. "I- fuck, Bucky, I-"
Bucky hums around his shaft, sending vibrations through Steve's cock which resonate in his core. In seconds, his cum shoots out unexpectedly, hitting the back of Bucky's throating and coating his mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Steve groans loudly. "Swallow it all, Buck. Holy fucking shit."
Continuing to suck him off through his orgasm, Bucky rubs Steve's shaking thighs before pulling his mouth off his cock and moving back up to sit on the couch. Steve's breathing heavily while Bucky looks up at the TV screen, smirking with accomplishment when he sees that there's still a full 45 seconds of the porno left.
"I'll take my winnings in cash, angel," He says smugly.
Steve shakes his head, turning to look at him. "You cheated."
Bucky immediately frowns. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You- you used your hands. You rubbed my balls," Steve tells him. "That wasn't just your mouth. Cheater."
Wincing, Bucky groans. "Whatever. I still made you cum faster than any of those girls you fucked in college."
Steve raises a brow, a playful smile on his lips. "You jealous, Barnes?"
"Of course not, Rogers," He replies firmly. "Just think it's pretty rich that you can act 100% straight to the world and then have your curious fun here with me, like it's nothing."
A silence grows between them. Steve is taken aback, and he feels as though he's just been hit in the face.
Bucky knows he's killed the mood, but he isn't particularly regretful of it. He's had his fair share of experiences with straight guys just looking to explore - he's been used and thrown to the side many times and he knows not to let it happen again. So why did he let Steve do that very thing? And how could Steve treat him like that?
"Buck-"
"Forget it," Bucky sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just forget this weekend ever happened, yeah?"
Frowning, Steve feels his heart jolt. He doesn't want to forget this weekend. Even if he wanted to, he doesn't think he ever could. "Bucky, please. Can't we talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about, pal," Bucky says firmly, turning off the television and shrugging. "We had fun. That's it."
"Buck-"
"That's it," He cuts him off, his eyes cold. "I'm gonna go to bed."
With that, Bucky leaves the room. They both sleep alone that night.
Steve lies awake all night, wondering how things could have gone so wrong so quickly. Did he say something wrong? Did he offend Bucky in some way?
Steve decides that Bucky is right. To help the awkward tension dissipate, he goes home for a few weeks and they spend the rest of the summer apart. When their second year of college begins, it's like nothing even happened. They're back to normal. Back to being two best friends, who love each other in all the ways best friends should.
And ignoring all the ways that best friends really shouldn't.
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