Saturday morning fic rec:
Bucky eats another spoonful of oatmeal and sets down the bowl. Then he drops his whole body into the beat. All his joints loose, just swaying and throwing himself to the pulse from the speakers.
…okay.
“How— how are you feeling?”
Bucky stills his upper body. Knees bouncing easy, head bobbing. He holds Steve’s eyes. Is that— a nod? Or—?
Probably a nod. Continue like this is normal, “You seem like you’re feeling a lot more— energetic? That’s good.”
Steve nods and finds himself idiotically matching Bucky and nodding to the beat. He jolts to still his head.
“Okay, well.”
The song has been strangely mellow for a while and suddenly the beat drops in, hard and twice as fast. Bucky drops with it, slamming his head back and forth to the throbbing sound. Too fast, hair a tangled blur.
Steve stares. Speechless. He wills himself not flee the room with every ounce of conviction he has and soaks in the most exquisite embarrassment he has ever known.
- - - - - - -
In which Bucky finds himself through breakdancing and Steve can. not. deal. with. it.
Steve gets a lap dance at the end. I think that is maybe all you need to know?
Words: 11481, Chapters: 1/1
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, Marvel (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Dancing, Dirty Dancing, Dancing Lessons, Breakdancing, every dancing tag, Lap dancing, existential struggles, there's no sex here but there's some damn serious foreplay
My notes:
While I was reading this I didn’t know whether to be as confused as Steve or to just cackle at the hilarity of it all, and I keep finding myself coming back to this every once in a while. Please do yourself a favor and just read it.
