It was a beautiful, clear night in a comforting, simple village where Steve lay awake at night, focusing on his crazy mind, which was very much alive. He had arranged a get together with his friend Bucky the previous day, but for some reason he was more nervous than one would expect. Recently he had started acting more awkward around his best bud, and it was really starting to tick him off. 

 When Bucky was around he felt like he was the only man in the room, for his friend would be so caring towards him. He would help him take his medications, comfort him when he was sad, and just being there for him in general made Steve's heart flutter.

 Steve groaned for the seemingly millionth time once he realized that it was one o'clock in the morning and he still hasn't fallen asleep. 

 "Fuck this," he whispered to himself as he turned on his iPhone, which had just sent him a new text from none other then Bucky Barnes. His heart beat picked up as he read the message:

From Bucky (1:02 AM): I can't sleep Stevie, can you?

To Bucky (1:03 AM): No Buck, I can't wait for to see you later though ;)

To Bucky (1:03 AM): Shit I meant this normal smiley face, not winky face :)

 Steve cursed himself once he realized how awkward addressing an incorrect text to Bucky was. He wondered why he cared, it was just his best friend...right?

From Bucky (1:04 AM): Lmao 😂😂

From Bucky (1:04 AM): Punk :P

 Steve blushed, and eagerly typed up a response.

To Bucky (1:04 AM): Yeah, yeah, typical Bucky talk right there

From Bucky (1:05 AM): *raises eyebrows* Can you name me something that typical Bucky wouldn't do?

To Bucky (1:06 AM): You wouldn't fall for your best friend

 At this point, the blonde barely realized what he had sent the moment it happened, and he immediately panicked.

 "Shit! I think I like him more than a friend," he said aloud. Sudden images of him and the brunette popped in his head, old memories, both good and bad. One of them included his 13th birthday party, when Bucky gave him ten gifts, saying that he would've given him more if it weren't for his disapproving parents. He smiled at that memory, it was definitely one of his best birthday's.

 His eyes watered up as he watched the icon signaling that his crush was typing. He didn't know whether he could handle a rejection or not, and he started shaking in fright.

From Bucky (1:08 AM): I think I already have

 Steve barely had time to register the text when Bucky sent him another one.

From Bucky (1:08 AM): I'm driving to your house, is that ok?

To Bucky (1:09 AM): Of course

 So Steve lay there on his bed, waiting, palms sweaty. Steve concluded that Bucky was either homophobic, and wanted to have an excuse to beat him up, or actually did return his feelings, and wanted to talk with him. Steve never had had a crush on any other guy, so he wasn't sure what to make of this new discovery. Maybe he was just "Buckysexual."

 Around ten minutes later, he heard a car go up the driveway, and suddenly he felt like he couldn't move anymore. Hopefully Bucky would let himself in, he does have a key after all.

 But apparently that wasn't the case. A few moments after the car door slammed shut, there was a knock on the front door. Steve had to get up himself. Sighing, he tried to quickly get out of bed, when he suddenly tripped over his blanket, and landed on his face quite uncomfortably. Groaning, he tried to pick himself up off the hard floor, when he heard the sound of keys, and the front door opening.

 "Stevie?" called the familiar voice of Bucky from the hallway.

 "I'm in here," he responded breathily, for he was stuck. His blanket was twisted around his feet in a way that was very difficult to pull one's body out of.

 "You could've put on a light for me at least," said Bucky, smirking as he turned on the light switch, startled to see his friend being engulfed by blankets on the floor.

 "A little help here?" mumbled Steve desperately. From Bucky's point of view it was as if his blue-eyed friend was wrapped tightly in a blanket-burrito.

 "You should be glad I'm here," said Bucky as he pulled Steve out of the uncomfortable position.

 "I could practically hear the smug grin on your face," the blonde told his friend once he had been rescued. "If you hadn't knocked on the door then I wouldn't have fallen over in the first place."

 Bucky shrugged. "Freaked you out, did I?" he stated smugly.

 Steve blushed, he had still not looked at Bucky straight in the face during his visit yet.

 "Anyway, I came here to talk to you."

 "It's about the text, isn't it?" Steve questioned.

 "Steve, I've had a huge crush on you for awhile now, and recently I've noticed that you've been acting strange around me, which I hoped meant that you returned my feelings. I just wanted to ask you if you'd like to go out with me? I don't think things will be much different than usual anyway."

 "Yes!" exclaimed Steve. "I would love to."

 "Mind if I spend the night here?" the older guy asked in a deeper, rather suggestive tone.

 Steve's face heated up, he had never thought about having sex with Bucky before, but it was definitely a turn on. 

 "Of course you can, no one's stopping-"

 Bucky's firm, moist lips interrupted the blonde from his sentence, licking the bottom of his lips for entrance, which of course Steve gladly gave into.

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 Well, I'm definitely not straight, thought Steve hours later, curled up next to the one he loved.