bar AU/almost kiss thank you love you
Bucky's working his ass off behind the bar, pouring drinks and practically leaping from customer to customer—it's a real busy night, and the only other bartender has been busy all this time with a singular customer. "Steve!" Bucky calls across the bar. "Stop flirting and get to work! There are people waiting, hotshot."
Steve says something to the other blond he's speaking to, winks at him and turns away, making a face at Bucky as soon as his back is turned. "What's up your ass, Buck?" he says, smirking as he wiggles past Bucky.
"Not what I'd like to be up there," Bucky retorts, pressing himself against the bar. "Chop chop."
"Yessir Mr. Barnes sir!" Steve says, shooting off a salute as he starts making drinks.
Bucky scowls at him, but with the two of them working, they manage to get most of the crowd dealt with in about ten minutes. Once there aren't as many people clamouring for his attention, he leans forward against the bar and blows some hair out of his face. "Busy night?" someone asks.
Bucky looks up to see the blond that Steve had been talking to earlier looking at him sympathetically. "You have no idea," he says with a smile. "Be glad to get home once my shift is over."
"Yeah? You got someone waiting for you?" The blond says, leaning over the bar slightly with a faint smile on his face.
"Yeah, I—" Bucky's cut off when someone bumps into him from behind, shoving him forward against the bar and towards the client. He comes to a stop half an inch away from the man's face, so close he can see the flecks of green in his blue eyes.
"I'm Clint," the man says, his lips almost touching Bucky's as he speaks.
"Bucky, and the man currently pressed against my ass is my boyfriend Steve," Bucky murmurs, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards.
"This is my way of asking if you want to come home with us," Steve says cheerfully, seemingly uncaring that Bucky and Clint are a breath away from kissing. "You're exactly Bucky's type."
"Oh?" Clint says with a smirk. He doesn't move away.
"He's not wrong," Bucky admits. He bites at his lip, admiring the line of Clint's jaw blatantly. "So, whaddaya say?"
"I'd like that," Clint says, grinning. "I'd like that a lot."
also written for @winterhawkbingo Square O5 - Ameriwinterhawk