#dancer tony

Hematite Grounding • Balance • Absorbs Negativity

I’m pretty sure it is this one?? it is a damm good fic even if it isn’t the one you were looking for

Lean On Me, by Shi_Toyu

Words: 24,434

Status: Completed

A/N: The dance AU without any actual dancing. I’m sorry, anon, I hope the two of them being adorkable makes up for it.

This is Yanis Marshall’s YouTube channel. Most people probably know him from this appearance on Britain’s Got Talent, though.

Afterwards, when all is said and done, Bucky isn’t entirely sure how it happened in the first place.

He’d been tossing and turning for hours, exhausted from a week of shitty sleep but unable to shut up his equally shitty brain, before giving up with a frustrated groan, and stumbling back out into his living room. He’d heated up a mug of warm milk with a bit of honey before flopping down on the couch, and pulling YouTube up on his tablet.

Somehow, re-watching his favourite vine compilations had turned into cooing over baby sloths, grimacing at the top ten most gruesome hockey injuries, arguing with some asshole in the comment section of a shoe review video, and, eventually, getting ridiculously turned on by, possibly, the most perfect bubble butt in existence.

Bucky remembers being a little intimidated by the studded platform heels, but too captivated by The Butt to not click through the guy’s entire video history, throat dry and cock perking up hopefully. He does not remember signing up for the day-long workshop led by Tony, the main dancer and owner of The Butt, that weekend, but the confirmation email in his inbox and charge to his credit card waiting for him when he wakes up the next morning are telling him that’s a thing that definitely happened.

“Shit,” Bucky curses, with feeling.

Then he goes to take a very, very cold shower, because the last video he’d been watching is paused on a shot of Tony ‘dropping it low’, and.

Well.

* * *

Natasha, predictably, laughs at him when Bucky calls her to whine about what’s happened.

But then, once she can take a breath without breaking out in another round of giggles, she books a slot for herself, and that’s why Bucky likes her.

Even though her teasing will undoubtedly be merciless.

* * *

Come Saturday, Bucky is a nervous wreck. Natasha’s looking absolutely fabulous next to him in her black—designer, Bucky’s sure—leotard, especially compared to Bucky’s own loose shorts and tank top. He scowls at her, and flicks the perfect bun at the top of her head.

Natasha glares at him, and bats his hand away. “I’m not dressing down just because you wouldn’t know style if it bit you on the ass,” she says, fake haughty, and bustles him into one of the chairs in the back of the studio to fix his hair, braiding it back and away from his face. “You’re a human disaster, James.”

The familiar banter is enough to settle Bucky at least somewhat. He leans into her hands, and flutters his eyes at her. “You love me.”

“Still wondering why,” Natasha snarks back as he steps away to examine her work, hands braced on her hips. She sighs, but nods after a moment. “You’ll do, I guess.”

Bucky doesn’t get the chance to argue back, because Tony walks into the room right then, flanked by a gorgeously built black man, and a severely elegant redhead. Bucky doesn’t have eyes for either of them, though, not when faced with Tony. And The Butt. Especially when Tony starts stretching, which, apparently, involves a lot of bending over.

Natasha, the traitor, abandons Bucky halfway through the morning to flirt with a guy wearing all purple, and doing a lot of handstands, for some reason. There’s really no accounting for taste.

Sweaty and only able to follow about half of Tony’s instructions, Bucky stays at the back of the room where he, hopefully, won’t embarrass himself too much. Which works until they’re supposed to practice a move that involves a lot of standing on one leg, and requires a level of balance Bucky hasn’t really been able to achieve since coming back from Afghanistan one arm short.

Tony and his assistant coaches walk around from person to person, correcting stances and giving helpful tips. Bucky does his best to not draw attention to himself, and that, of course, is when it happens; he stumbles, and begins to fall over, wildly waving his arm even though he knows it won’t do shit.

Before he lands flat on his ass in front of a good forty people, however, there are suddenly hands on his hips, steadying him. Cheeks flushing, Bucky looks up to say thank you, but all that comes out when he realises it’s Tony standing in front of him is a croaky, high-pitched, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Tony parrots back, eyes wide and fixed firmly on Bucky’s.

He absently licks his lips, and Bucky follows the motion, transfixed.

“Tony,” someone calls from the front of the room, “it’s already ten past. We should really move on.”

Bucky and Tony spring apart guiltily, Tony ducking his head blushing bright red. He shuffles his feet for a moment, but when he looks up again, his expression is determined. “You should help me out with the demonstration part. Don’t worry,” he adds, smiling, when Bucky opens his mouth to protest, “all you have to do is stand there, and look gorgeous. Which shouldn’t be a problem for you, I think.”

He winks, and Bucky chokes on a laugh, but does take the hand Tony holds out to tow him along. “Fine. But you only got yourself to blame if I make us both fall over.”

They don’t fall, and Bucky manages to keep his body in check while Tony rubs himself all over him in the name of art. While they’re in the studio, that is. Once they’re settled on the couch in Tony’s apartment, all bets are off.

Dance partners Peter and Tony leaning in for a kiss as their emotions overtake them while dancing in a competition

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