Taking It Slow

"Come on, mom, we're just going to the cinemas," Bucky tried to calm her down hopelessly. She was combing back his hair and keeping it in place with hair wax, a futile attempt at keeping it neat and tidy.

"I don't care, you've been crushing on this boy for three years and you're finally going on your first date with him," his mom replied before clenching her teeth as she combed out a large knot in Bucky's long-ish hair. "I think that it would've been a good idea to get a haircut before you went out on this date."

"Steve says he likes my hair long," Bucky replied, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I'm your mom. After this date, I'm sending you straight to the barber's."

Bucky huffed. He hadn't had a haircut for almost two years now and the dark mob was just growing past his chin now. It wasn't that he was lazy, but almost two years ago was when Steve had told him that he thought Bucky would look good with longer hair. So, he grew it out. Steve liked it. He liked it. But, his mother did not.

"Okay, your hair is done. Now, what are you going to wear? Because I'm assuming that you're not going to go in your Doctor Who boxers." His mom gestured down to his boxers and bare chest, small hairs that had recently started sprouting dancing across his skin.

"Well, Steve likes Doctor Who. I could go in this," Bucky said.

His mom shook his head, turning to Bucky's closet. While she rummaged through his clothes trying to find the perfect set, Bucky turned to the mirror that had been nailed into one of his bedroom walls. His eyes looked upon his neat hair, gasping at how good it looked without the constant knots in it. But, would Steve like it?

He didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard. He and Steve had been friends since they were five, and for the past three years, Bucky had been crushing on his best friend. He didn't really know how the crush came along, but Bucky guessed that it had been developing for the better half of their eleven year long friendship. Now, as a struggling junior in high school, Steve had asked him out. Bucky had always thought it would be himself who asked Steve out, but Steve had just approached him after school before his band practice, nervous out of his mind, before asking him out to watch the new Hunger Games movie.

To be honest, Bucky would've been perfectly fine if he had been asked over to Steve's house to binge watch some Netflix and have a relaxing time. Or, even some Netflix and Chill.

Butterflies consumed Bucky's stomach as his mom turned away from his closet with a denim flannel shirt and black skinny jeans. Her face was flushed from looking for the perfect outfit.

"Put these on, with your converse shoes. And remember to wear deodorant and some men's' perfume. You don't want to stink on your first date," his mom instructed him.

Bucky just nodded as his mom left the room after setting the clothes on the bed. He sprayed on some deodorant before pulling on his clothes, then shoes. He squeezed a little bit of the perfume that his mom had bought him just for this specific reason before taking a look at himself in the mirror.

He had to admit, he looked reasonably good.

The doorbell rang throughout the small flat, and he could hear his three siblings making a ruckus as they fought their way to the front door in an attempt to tell Steve so many embarrassing things about Bucky before he could get there.

Running a quick hand through his smoothed back hair and taking a deep breath to try and calm the nerves running through his entire being, he left his bedroom. Running straight into his mom.

Her eyes danced down Bucky's body. "You look good. Don't ruin your looks with your attitude, okay?"

Bucky rolled his eyes. "I've been friends with Steve for over ten years. He loves my attitude. It's basically what made him ask me out."

His mom shook her head and Bucky could hear his siblings basically yelling at Steve at the front door. Bucky gave his mom a quick kiss on the cheek before moving past her and making his way to the front door. He needed to save Steve from the monsters that were his siblings.

"Excuse me, peasants," Bucky said, moving through his three siblings until he was standing in front of Steve.

His breath caught in his throat and he felt a dull blush rise to his cheeks. Steve had on a pair of light jeans that seemed to hug his lean legs perfectly; the sleeves on his burgundy sweater were rolled up his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms. He smelled like his natural scent, which happened to be a mix of wood and cinnamon, a perfect aroma to Bucky. Standing here in front of him was someone so perfect and deserving of the best and it made Bucky have the sudden urge to hug him with every fibre in his body.

But, he held himself back in front of his family, slipping his hands into his pants pockets as he looked carefully over Steve.

"You look really... Handsome, Steve," Bucky awkwardly said, wanting to go onto rants about just how hot Steve looked. But, his family watching them made him stop.

Steve smirked. "So do you, Bucky."

Bucky turned back to his family, before moving over to Steve, taking his hand in his and walking down the front lawn. God, he never knew just how perfectly smooth and warm Steve's hand felt in his.

"Use protection!" his mom called out and Bucky's face inflamed from the embarrassment and Steve let out a loud laugh beside him.

Bucky groaned, practically dragging them over to Steve's car. He let go of Steve's hand – regretfully – before hopping into the passenger seat and Steve climbing in beside him.

"You know, I don't think I've ever seen your hair this neat before," Steve pointed out, reaching across and moving his hand softly over Bucky's hair. His touch made Bucky's embarrassment ease out of him and he smiled over at Steve.

"Well, I wasn't exactly the one who styled it."

"I sort of guessed that."

Steve's hand fell back to his side and Bucky lightly hit him in the side. After letting out a small laugh, Steve ignited the ignition and pulled out onto the quiet road, driving their way to the Cinema.

"I didn't want to say this in front of my family, but, standing there on the front porch with your hair perfectly messy and the light making you look like some kind of angel, it made me want to do things to you," Bucky said, starting up a conversation for the ten minute car trip.

Steve smiled, glancing over at Bucky before looking back at the road. "I'm sure your family wouldn't have minded if you said that out loud. Your mum practically promoted us having safe sex when we left."

Bucky let out a soft huff. "God, she's embarrassing."

Steve bit his bottom lip, thinking over his next words before saying, "Do you wanna know why I like your long hair?"

Bucky searched his mind for answers, before shrugging. "Do tell."

"Because I've been crushing on you since I could remember. Basically for-fucking-ever, Bucks. And with that long hair, it makes me fantasising about me grabbing your hair while pounding into you so much easier."

Bucky choked on a sudden ball of spit that had appeared in his throat. Leaning forward with his mouth in his hands, he let out a long coughing fit before he leant back in the seat.

"I... uh... what?"

Steve glanced over at Bucky's shocked expression before looking back at the road. "You heard me correctly."

"Well, I'm going to straight up tell you that I would be the one pounding into your fine ass, not the other way around. And you'll just be falling to pieces right under me, moaning with that pretty mouth of yours while we make love in your bed, or my bed. Or even in the school bathrooms."

Steve bit his lip, his mind thinking about the way Bucky's moans would sound like right now. He stopped himself from groaning at his own fantasy.

"And after you've comed, and I've comed, I'll keep on going because just looking at you breaking apart underneath me would turn me on again," Bucky continued, moving a little closer to Steve. "And you'll keep on moaning and moaning, as I pound into you. As I kiss your smooth skin and hold your arms above your head so you can't do anything while I make love to you."

Steve let out a squeak as Bucky's hand moved to Steve's pants, clasping over his very obvious boner in his pants. What the Hell was he supposed to do when Bucky was being all sexy right beside him and he was driving them to their very first date? He should pull over; let Bucky's words turn into reality.

Steve stopped the car, pulling into the car park before jumping out of the car and turning the ignition off. It was only their first date for God's sakes; they couldn't just have sex right then and there.

Bucky sighed, hopping out of the car on the opposite side of Steve. His body hurt from the tent in his pants that stood on high point. He swore that after this movie, he was going to be all over Steve in the backseat of that car.

"Bucks, it's only our first date..." Steve mumbled as they met up at the front of the car.

"Steve, we've been crushing on each other for years now, I know you want me as much as I want you," Bucky said, "But, I know that if you're not ready for anything more, I won't push you. How about we just get through this date and take it slow?"

Steve took in a deep breath, a large smile appearing on his face. "You have no idea how much I want that."

Bucky let out a large grin, the sides of his eyes crinkling as he looked towards Steve. He knew that Steve wanted to take it slow, and he was okay with that, but kissing had to be okay, right?

Moving a step closer towards Steve, Bucky placed his lips on top of his. The kiss drew a gasp from the both of them, as something they both had never felt flowed through their bodies. It was only a quick kiss, but from it Bucky couldn't mistake the soft feel of Steve's lips or the sweet taste of them.

Moving back, Bucky held out his hand to Steve, who looked like he had just woken up from a deep sleep, his lids half closed.

"Come on, time for the movie." Bucky cocked his head to the front entrance, and Steve seemed to finally break out of his trance as he took Bucky's hand within his and they moved to the Cinema to begin their very first date.

Although Bucky was flustered and horny as Hell, he was going to take it slow. For Steve.

All for Steve.

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This is a bit blurgh, but I haven't updated for a month and I owed you all something.