Bi•na•ry Star [bahy-nuh-ree stahr]

(n.) A binary star exists in a star system consisting of two stars orbiting around a common barycenter. These systems, especially when more distant, often appear to the unaided eye as a single point of light, and are then revealed as multiple by other means.

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"Jimmy, you've got a phone call," Rebecca said, slightly opening my door. "Dad said to make it quick because he has to make a business call soon."

"Thanks Rikki," I replied, getting up and kissing her on the forehead.

She smiled. "By the way, it's Steve."

I smiled back as I walked towards the phone. I reached for it as it sat on the counter face up, attached to the rest of the machine in the middle of our living room where literally anyone could hear the conversation I was about to have.

I saw my father standing in the doorway watching me. I wasn't sure if he was just waiting for the phone or if he simply knew something was going on, so I decided to answer the phone as if I had no idea who was on the other end. "This is James Barnes, to whom am I speaking?"

Ugh, I felt like I was trying to impress my dad or something.

"'To whom am I speaking'," he mocked me through the phone, laughing. "The hell are you doing? I mean, Jesus, you sound like a country boy."

"Ah, yes, Steve, hello," I responded, trying to get my idea across without my dad thinking I was being a dumbass, as, he was still watching me and seemingly listening.

"Oh, shit, is your dad standing there?"

"Yes."

"Oops," he chuckled. "I'll make this quick, then. Basically, you're sleeping over my house tonight. Tell your dad my mom said it was alright and not to call her to confirm because she's at work."

"Alright, I will," I confirmed.

"Ok, bye."

"Goodbye," I replied, turning to my dad. "Sorry I took so long, Dad, it was Steve. He said I'm welcome to sleep over his house tonight."

"And what did Miss Rogers say to this?" he asked.

"She said it was alright by her as long as you say it's ok, too."

"Perhaps I shoul-"

"Oh," I cut him off. "And Steve told me that you shouldn't call her about it because she's at work."

"Ah... alright. Don't- do anything stupid," he told me; it was almost like he knew.

I walked to my room and packed a little bag before heading over to Steve's. Then, I made my way out of the front door, making sure to say goodbye to everyone, too.

I knocked on Steve's door.

He opened it with a smile across his face. The light and colors of the setting sun really were flattering across his face.

He moved aside to let me in, so I walked forward, listening to him close the door and lock it behind us.

"How's it goin'?" I asked, putting my bag down on the floor as I took my shoes off.

"Pretty good, actually," he began. "My mom got called into work last minute because, for whatever reason, there's been a huge spike in Polio patients and they were short-staffed tonight."

"Ahh gotcha," I replied. "Well, at least we get to hang out."

"Very true."

"So, uh... what'd you wanna do?" I questioned slyly.

He shrugged, seemingly knowingly. "Dunno. To be fair, we could do anything we wanted," he said, stepping closer to me, much to my surprise.

"Is that so? You don't just wanna stargaze with me, huh?"

"It's never been just stargazing with you, Buck, you know that," he pointed out, his voice honeyed and lilting.

"Yea, I guess you're right. Though, it doesn't answer my question."

"And... that would be?"

I chuckled. "What do you wanna do? You said we could do anything, so which of those millions of things is at the top of your list?"

"What?" he came back. "You can't come up with anything on your own?"

"Goddamnit, Steve," I murmured, kissing him in the middle of the living room where anyone walking down the hall outside this apartment could see us through the very widely opened window curtains.

He peeled my hands and lips quickly away from his face. "Are you out of your damn mind? There could be anyone outside right now."

"Blah blah blah, are you talking? Because, you should be kissing me back."

"Yea," he went on. "I should, just not here, damn it."

I sighed. "You really just like sucking all the fun out of everything, don't you?" I questioned.

"No, I just don't really feel like going to jail or quite literally dying at the moment, I don't know about you."

"Fair enough. Let's go to your room, then," I proposed.

He nodded and I followed him to the door down the hall, making sure to take my duffel bag with me. He closed and locked the door behind us simply in case his mother came back for any reason whatsoever.

I dropped my bag next to his nightstand and sat on his bed, waiting for him to join me.

"Should we get into our pjs?" he asked.

"Oh, Stevie, I don't see much of a point in that..." I started, beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt.

He looked up at me, his demeanor having completely changed in a matter of seconds. His hands met my pants as he started undoing my belt, then the singular button and zipper beneath it. Before I even had hit shirt all the way undone, he had my pants around my ankles.

I raised an eyebrow at him and he smirked at me, moving on to my shirt rather quickly. I could feel his heart start pumping faster within his chest as I rested my hands on him. He looked between me and what he was doing almost constantly, making me want to just work faster and faster like it was a race that I was very obviously losing.

So I kissed him in the middle of everything we were doing and felt him stop dead in his tracks. He was never one to be able to multi-task in things like this. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into me, kissing him like there was nothing left but us.

I yanked his shirt off of him as soon as I could, moving swiftly to his belt and zipper and all. Kissing him again, I felt him fumbling for the buttons blindly between us as I quickly finished up what I had started only a moment ago.

He pulled my shirt off and we both stepped out of our pants, simply looking at one another because, hell, that was new.

I caught him blushing, staring at everything that I was. I felt like a god the way he was eyeing me, Christ. I didn't know what to do next, either. It felt like I had just been thrown into something new out of nothing.

I could see he was hard through his underwear and I was definitely showing, too. I reached down and grabbed myself through the thin fabric, breathing out quickly as I saw him watching my every move.

So, I went for it. I walked towards him and pinned his back against the wall, kissing him sloppily and messily and as if I just craved the taste of him.

I grabbed his ass and bit down on his lip, letting the moan he let slip fuel me to go rougher on him like this. I grabbed him through the front of his underwear and started massaging and, god, he probably couldn't even get any harder than he already was right now.

I dragged my finger just under the waistband of his shorts and started pulling them off. He stepped out of them as I did the same with mine, looking at him eagerly.

I reached around him and picked him up and pinned him to the wall as his legs wrapped around me. His arms fell around my neck and his fingers ran through my hair as I rocked my body between his hips.

I started kissing his neck and sucking on his sensitive skin, simply listening to those beautiful noises he was trying to restrain himself from making softly into my ear. Hell, it felt like the closest we could possibly get to having sex without actually doing the act itself.

Sweat started building up between us, along with the obvious anticipation and lust and, ugh, he needed to just let me-

"Buck-" he started, cutting himself short. I slowed down my movements for a moment and looked at his, telling him to continue. "No, no... don't stop."

I continued on and watched him as he could barely take it. I looked down at what we were and... I don't think that wetness is just sweat. I looked closer and we were both just dripping with precum... shit.

"Is there any way you- ugh," he started, but didn't finish, a though.

"What?" I asked, out of breath.

"I wan- I want you to..." he waited. "Can you?"

I nodded. "Only if you're sure that you mean it."

He smirked. "Trust me, I- I've never meant anything more."

I walked us over to the bed, as I was barely even able to hold us both up anymore, and put him down. I hovered over him, my arms at either side of his head and inched closer, kissing him lightly.

He winced a bit at the first few motions, as there was a lot of friction but... after a moment it was inexplicable.

I pushed in and out of him fluidly and he groaned like I'd never heard before below me. Hell, I even did, too.

I took him in my hand and started pumping as soon as I felt like I was getting close, which, didn't take all that long because he was so damn tight.

I heard him string out curses like he had the other night on the roof as he finished between us. Simply watching that nearly pushed me over the edge. I sped up my pace as he basked in the after-waves of all of it and finished inside him... god, it couldn't have felt any better, either.

After I pulled out and it had been a few minutes of us just laying next to one another, I stood to get a towel or something for us. I handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said, cleaning himself off before passing it back to me.

Then, it felt like we were just staring at each other for hours on end. It was like I couldn't get enough of him... of this new feeling I suddenly had wash over me - us.

"Steve?"

"Yea?" he replied.

I looked at him and didn't say a word. Though, the look written clear across his face told me he knew - he knew full well - what I was thinking. Hell, he knew that this meant more to me than words could ever explain.

He knew he was my world- my everything - despite the galaxies and universes he could see in my eyes, effortlessly attempting to cloud my vision with know-nothing stars and irrelevant light.

I knew from the get go I didn't need something that was obvious, or someone that was in your face like the blinding lights provided by stars of constellations, or the many suns of various solar systems.

After all, if there's one thing I've learned throughout all of this, it's that love is brightest in the dark.