Song: Eyes half closed by Crywolf

The laughter had died down, and the food finally came as everyone dug in and enjoyed.

Bucky hadn't expected anything like this to ever happen to him, especially with the two persons that he had found himself in a debacle with. His eyes moved from August to Claude, and he pondered on the what if. What if he and Claude had gotten to talking way before August came about? What would have happened then? He leaned back, his drink in hand as he sipped from the straw slowly.

A nudge at his forearm jolted him back from his thoughts. "Hey, you good?" Her green eyes were so soft and gentle as they looked back on him. Bucky didn't think as he leaned in, cupped August's cheek, and pressed a kiss to the edge of her mouth.

"I'm okay." He muttered. He sat back and winked at Claude, who coughed slightly then cut into his crepe, making his smile at her stunned expression.

"You..." she touched where he kissed her and then took him in as he resumed eating. "You did that on purpose!" She whined, shoving at his arms gently. He laughed and nodded as he tried to chew.

"Okay, okay. Yeah, I did. Don't look so worried. I'm fine. We're fine, right?" He asked.

"Oh, I'm great. I'm just jealous that I didn't get a kiss yet." Claude said.

"Oh," Bucky said with a raised brow, "that wasn't a full kiss, but all you have to do was ask, Claude." He said, a sultry tone taking over his voice.

He choked on his drink, making Bucky laugh.

August touched his arm, "Do you wanna kiss him?" She asked, Claude.

He stopped just as his lips touched the rim of the glass of water. He averted his eyes to her, setting down the glass. "Are you asking because you wanna enjoy us kissing or because you wanna see him flustered?" Her cheeks gave her away, the intention in her expression speaking louder than her words. He lifted a hand, framing her face with his large palm. He ran his thumb across the arch of her upper lip.

"Your answer?" Bucky asked.

August's heart thumped heavily in her chest, beating against her ribcage like drums at a rock concert. Her eyes hyper-aware of his closeness and her mind knowing that Claude was giving them his full, unwavering attention. She rose his head towards him, making her look into his eyes. Something in the pit of her belly knotted, a shiver trickled down her spine, and a daring thought made her shudder. "Fuck..." she breathed—barely audible.

Claude balled his fist, his throat tightening, anticipation rising at the display before him. Had Bucky always been this flirtatious? Claude hadn't seen him this way, and they had been attending the same schools for years. He forced down the lump in his throat. He couldn't fathom how much he needed to know both of their answers to the questions asked.

Bucky had to reign in himself, trying not to come on too strong, especially since he and August had gotten to talking recently. And Claude, he had practically confessed his feelings for him, and that, for some reason, made him thrilled at the idea of pinning him down just to see how his expression would change and what color his skin would take on next if he teased him recklessly enough. "Auggie, answer me."

She blinked slowly. "You first." She didn’t make him frazzle her as he had before. "I asked my question first, so answer me."

A smile quirked up the corner of his lips. He closed the space between their faces, eyes darting to Claude's watchful gaze, rattling the young man. "I want to kiss him just as badly as you want to kiss me."

She gasped, and a foreign sound left Claude's mouth, his hands shooting to shield himself from making any more raunchy sounds.

"Damn, that was hot." Bucky began, "now you, answer mine."

"I..." August couldn't focus; Bucky's hand was still caressing her cheek, brushing past her bottom lip every so often. She gulped. "I—ahh!' Bucky caught her neck with his lips, her body shook, and she gripped his forearm, throwing her head back. Claude moaned, biting down on his lip to keep from exclaiming so shamelessly at what Bucky was doing to her.

"Answer me, or else..." he hummed, pressing a kiss to the faint red bite mark he gave her.

Her body was so heated; she pressed her thighs together. How was he so good at making her react so boldly. Dammit, so this was the other side of Bucky that she didn't know about. She swore in her head; Claude's moan had reached her ears even as her own heart was beating hard in them. This was just as intense for him as it was for her, and he was just observing them. "Yes! Both... I—I wanna see both." She declared, her voice shot as if his actions had taxed her.

"Oh. I didn't peg you for having that kind of kink." He uttered.

"S—shut up," August commanded.

"Heh, I bet you're wet right now? And I bet if I check, that both you and Claude would be aroused underneath the table." She didn't speak because he wasn't wrong, but she didn't want him to test out his theory, not when she knew he'd get the results that he so proudly announced.

"How about you let your actions talk instead of your mouth. You seem hesitant." She said, finally gathering her senses back.

He chuckled once. "Okay." He slid his hand from her face.

She loosened her grip on him, missing his touch once it was gone.

Bucky stood then moved to the empty chair next to Claude. Her eyes followed him, focused on them. "May I kiss you?" He asked.

Claude didn't take a second to hesitate as he nodded. "Yes." He exhaled.

"Come closer." He whispered.

Bucky turned his chair, and Claude closed the space between them, their knees brushing. Hazel-green eyes took them in, "watch closely, August." Claude set his hand on the older one's knee, and Bucky cupped his cheek and pulled in carefully, their lips brushing slightly, a gasp slipping from her lips before Claude pressed forward and sealed their lips together. A moan left his mouth, and Bucky groaned into his as he kissed him back.

Claude's blue eyes rolled back and slipped closed as his mind exploded with a rush that had taken him by surprise. The older teen's mouth moved against his skillfully, as if he had trained—the hand on Bucky's knee tightening as Claude let himself get taken into the older one's gravitational pull.

August was worrying her bottom lip as she huffed out, her arms over her chest, her nipples hardened buds while she watched her boyfriend—boyfriends kissing.

Bucky pushed his tongue into Claude's mouth, and the younger one let him, forgetting what it was like to kiss a guy. It was as if Bucky were taking over his actions, his lips soft, and his movements slightly rough, and the way his tongue twisted around with his almost as if he were attempting to drug him with pleasure. His body was getting hotter by the second; he caught the arm of Bucky that held him in place.

He tried to say stop, but his mind was going blank, and his words were muffled before their lips parted for a millisecond and then connected again. He groaned, eyes fluttering when he felt his pants tightening.

Bucky broke their kiss the instant he felt the rush of pleasure that made Claude tremble. He swore foreheads pressed close, panting heavily together.

"Whoa." Claude gulped.

"Your welcome," Bucky said, smirking a little too prideful.

"Holy hell," August mumbled, gaining their attention. She was blushing so hard that it was difficult to say otherwise. "Pride is a powerful sin, Theodore... don't let it show too much, now." She warned, pushing her arousal away, or at least trying to.

"So, how's the food?" Carmen interrupted.

August sat back, running her hand over her short hair. She turned towards her and smiled. "Perfect. Thank you, boo."

"Aww, your welcome. Do you all need anything else?" She asked.

"N–no, thank you."

Carmen caught the face of a flushed Claude, and she wanted to ask August if they had just kissed, but she didn't want to impose any more than she already had. She grinned and kept eye contact with August. "Well, I'll leave you three alone." She winked at August, who blinked back since the boys couldn't see her face and were probably still flirting with their eyes.

Carmen twirled around, her colorful hair spinning with her as she raced off.

"Well, that definitely became a kink." She admitted.

"Ha, umm," Claude said, touching his lips.

"Am I next?" August asked.

"That depends," Claude said, silencing Bucky, who was about to speak, "Do you wanna make a scene at your mom's café?"

She burst out in a fit of laughter, covering her face. She hated how Claude called her out. August had not expected to get this intensely aroused by neither Bucky nor Claude on their first date, but here they were. "I hate both of you." She grumbled at her boyfriends.

They laughed, and Claude dragged her chair closer to him, hugging his arms around her waist as she turned away from him, laughing and trying to escape him. "Aww, but Auggie. I love you."

"Pfft! You're still my silly unicorn." She told him, peeking out between her fingers.

He grinned. "And you're still my beautiful alien."

"What?" Bucky asked as he sat across from them.

August giggled. "It's just a cute thing that we say to each other. I called him a unicorn once because it's so rare that a guy actually expresses his feelings and is considerate. I called myself an alien before because I don't feel like I conform to societal norms and to others, so that makes me an unknown being."

He smiled, humming as he thought it over. "That's cool and adorable. What would I be?"

August and Claude shared a look. "Hmm, you... that one's a bit difficult, but don't worry, we'll think of something." She said. An idea hit her, and she gasped. "Oh, got it. Coin, because you're a toss-up, and we both met you when only one side of you was being seen, and now we both saw the flipside of said coin. So, what do you think?" She asked, leaning against Claude's chest. "You're our flirtatious coin." She snickered.

Claude joined in, hiding his laughter in the crook of her neck while Bucky sat there shaking his head at them.

"Do you accept your new nickname?" She asked.

He nodded, scoffing as his dimple showed. "You're gonna pay for that."

She sent him a kiss from across the table and unwrapped Claude's arms from her body, then jumped up. Claude took out his phone just as she did so. "Well then... let's get out of here. I need a cold shower, and Claude needs to study for a test he has coming up. Do you have anything that you need to do, Bucky?"

"No. I finished my homework in my free period. Do you have any?"

"Nope." She confirmed.

"You two can hang out. I need to go to the library to pick up a book anyways." Claude said, standing too.

"Wait, you didn't tell me that." August said.

He nodded. "Yeah, that's because I forgot, and Blaine just texted me asking why I'm not at the library. Could I bother you for a ride, Bucky?"

"Of course." He said, standing now, as he pulled out his wallet, but August caught his hand.

"It's free, remember."

"Yeah, but I was just gonna tip, Carmen."

She smiled then let him go. He took out a few twenties and folded it in two, then pressed a kiss to her forehead. "She's gonna love you for that tip."

"I bet."

The trio left the garden patio and ran into Carmen, who was just coming to check on them. "Leaving?"

August nodded. "Yep, thanks, Carr."

"Yes, thank you so much, Carmen," Claude said.

"Thank you so much, and this is for you." Bucky took her hand to shake it then handed her the money. They left, and she waved them off, then unfolded the tip to see five twenty-dollar bills in her hand. She gasped and whipped back around to say thanks, but August and her boyfriends had already left the café as the chimes sang. She rushed to the front door.

"Thank you!" She shouted, catching a few odd glances as Bucky turned back to wave her before they all got into his car.

》》》》》

Bucky pulled up infront of the local library that stood three blocks from their school to find Blaine sitting outside on a bench, tapping his foot impatiently. The older teen cringed back when Blaine shot him a glare across the lot.

Claude gulped, then turned back and pressed a kiss to August's cheek, then leaned over to kiss Bucky's cheek, giving him a quick smile before he jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards his brother, turning mid-run to throw a goodbye over his shoulder to his significant others.

"He's in trouble, isn't he?" Bucky asked.

"Big trouble. Blaine isn't the one to tick off, especially when it comes to his time."

"Well, at least we're safe from his wrath."

She chuckled as she climbed over the center console to plop her butt into the front passenger side. She strapped in and looked at Bucky. "You're not safe from his wrath. Not yet; you still need to prove to him that you're a changed man."

He nodded, understanding Blaine's reasons. "Gotcha—hey, what flowers are those?" Bucky asked, pointing to a small flowerbed next to where Blaine had been sitting.

"Huh, they look like Begonia, if my eyesight serves me right."

"Huh, do they have a meaning?"

August shrugged. "They're generally a symbol of caution; it's meant as a sign of warning about future misfortunes or new situations. But don't worry, it can also be a symbol of gratitude or respect, so don't go overthink it."

He pursed his lips and then turned to face her, looking away from the flowers. "So, where do you wanna go?"

"Hmm, gimme your phone."

He rose a brow but handed it to her regardless. She smiled.

"Thanks for the trust." She went into his google maps and then searched up where she wanted him to take them. "Here." She put the audio on and hooked his phone up to the dashboard.

"Aye, aye, Captain." He said, saluting to her.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. "Flattery will get you nowhere, but I like the title of authority." He smirked at her as he pulled out of the parking lot.