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Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017
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2017-06-29
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Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf

Summary:

It started out simple enough: A fantastic one-night-stand between the outright tea heathen, Bucky Barnes, and the absolute coffee snob, Steve Rogers.

And it would have stayed simple, if neither of these two idiots had found out about their mutual hatred of the other’s choice in caffeinated beverages. But when are things with Steve and Bucky ever that simple?

Welcome to the surprisingly not-crack!fic you never knew you always wanted.

Notes:

For your viewing pleasure, a Captain America Reverse Big Bang, and a special birthday present for my 'dearest comrade', Boop The Unicorn.

A special special special shout out to the amazing hopeless--geek for her spectacular art. I think she might be my spirit animal, because I had this story in my head, and when I saw her art for the RBB, I couldn't have picked anything more perfect than what she created. Thank you SO much, Hope! ILU lots and lots and lots.
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Chapter 1

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There was something different about New York City sunlight. It didn’t present itself in brilliant Southern California rays, or roll in like a soft, warm blanket over some beach on Maui.

No, New York sunlight was only ever one of two things: bright and harsh, and absolutely bleeding heat, bouncing off of glass skyscrapers with a here I am, world! Take me on! sort of attitude; or dull and whitewashed, and barely a flash in the pan, like a carrot being dangled in front of wayward New Yorkers, all of whom could be found crying into their heavy coats somewhere in the middle of March.

Born and raised in Los Angeles, but here in New York for the last five years, working as a marketing exec for a fortune 500 company, the divorce between East Coast Sun and West Coast Sun was never lost on Steve Rogers. But he loved both equally, and fully. He could admit to that.

Today was a bleeding heat day, but Steve's apartment, right in the heart of the Financial District, blessedly had central A/C. Which meant he could snuggle in just a little bit closer to last night’s conquest – some hot restaurant owner he’d picked up at The Dead Rabbit who called himself ‘Bucky’. Steve was pretty sure that was either a nickname or a flat-out lie, because seriously, what the hell kind of name was Bucky?

The illicit New York sun was painting Bucky’s naked back in soft light, and it was all Steve could do not to run his tongue over the swell of a truly exceptional ass. He smiled, because really, he’d done well for himself with this one. Thick arms, rock-hard abs, strong shoulders, thighs that could kill a man (and almost did last night), a beautiful v-line, and just about the most perfect dick Steve had ever seen. Bucky also had a prosthetic arm – one he hadn’t talked much about the night before, other than the mechanics of it, which Steve had to admit was one of the most fascinating conversations he’d had in a long time.

An eye squinted open, a tiny smile played across still-kiss-bruised lips, and the voice that followed still sent a dirty shiver right down Steve’s spine. “Hey, stranger.”

Steve snorted. “Hey, yourself. Forget my name already?”

“Actually...”

Steve laughed, not bothering to give him an answer, and instead leaned in to capture lips that were practically begging to be sucked on. Bucky tasted like he could use a toothbrush – they both could – but it didn’t stop Steve from taking his fill, nor did it stop Bucky from giving as good as he got. Bucky groaned, and Steve took that as his cue to roll them over and press down, delighting in the feel of Bucky’s morning wood against his own.

“Fuck.” Bucky met Steve halfway as they rutted against each other, lazy and sloppy. Neither of them really awake for this, but if the way Bucky raked his nails across Steve’s shoulder was anything to go by (right over sensitive marks from last night, and wasn’t that just...), then he was just as desperate to get off as Steve was.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand – he’d removed his prosthetic the night before – and licked a stripe up the center. Steve leveraged himself to pin Bucky to the bed, then licked his own hand and locked fingers with Bucky so they could fuck lazily into the circle of both their hands, and Jesus fuck this felt good. He couldn’t even put a finger on why, but last night’s fuck-a-thon had been some of the best sex of Steve’s life. And this handjob was already shaping up to be a perfect cap to a perfect night.

His orgasm hit faster than he was expecting, but more of a honey slide than a punch to the gut, just the way he liked first thing in the morning, He used the come pooling in his hand as lube and took over, jacked Bucky off firm and deep, then captured his lips as Bucky arched off the bed, adding his own come to the mess between them.

Steve licked into his mouth one more time before smiling down at him. “It’s Steve, by the way.”

“Steve,” Bucky repeated, his eyes glassed over, his smile slow and undone. “Knew it was something generic, just couldn’t remember which.”

“Oh, fuck you, like Bucky is so much better,” Steve huffed, still smiling, and smacked Bucky on the arm. He sat up and straddled Bucky’s thighs so he could grab the box of kleenex off the nightstand. They cleaned themselves up and Steve dropped the tissues back on the nightstand; he’d deal with throwing them all out later. “What kind of name even is that? You do realize it’s not 1945, right?”

“Fuck you too, Jeff.” Bucky tried to pinch him, but Steve managed to bat his hand away. “It’s cuz my middle name’s Buchanan, you jackass –”

“I knew it wasn’t your real name!”

“– and I’ll have you know my kid sister gave me that nickname.”

“Okay, first off,” Steve started, and batted Bucky away again, “never mention your little sister again while in this bed. Second, so what the fuck is your real name?”

Bucky tried one more time to get at Steve, but Steve quickly pinned his hand above his head. He then ground down, ignoring his own sensitivity so he could savor the small moan he got for his troubles. When Bucky flicked a tongue over his own bottom lip, Steve couldn’t help but track the movement.

“If you really wanna know, it’s James.”

“Ha!” Steve dove in for a quick kiss. “And you called my name boring! Can I call you Jimmy?”

“If you want me to murder you in your own shower, sure.”

“Is that your way of inviting yourself into said shower with me?”

Bucky arched an eyebrow. “You know, I think you may have missed the point of – okay, yes definitely, that’s what I’m doing,” he cut off as Steve pressed against him again. They clumsily fell out of bed and into the bathroom, and lazy morning handjobs were great and all, but they were nothing compared to getting fucked twice against the tile wall.

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Bucky was ruffling a towel through his hair as he crossed from the bathroom to the bedroom, and Steve lowered his tablet to appreciate the view. He was wearing a pair of Steve’s sleep pants, hung low enough to show a peek of that chiseled v-line, and Steve shivered at the memory of running his tongue along that particular cut. The night before had been spectacular, and they’d already gone several rounds this morning, but that didn’t seem to have slaked Steve’s thirst, not at all.

Bucky disappeared through the door, and Steve had to give pause. He wasn’t the type of guy who ever needed more than one good night with a partner. And usually by now, whoever he’d brought home was long gone, both understanding the score. Hell, half the time, his bed partner left before first light. Steve was never rude enough to kick someone out, but he also loved his solitude and privacy, and he’d always figured they could see that. But not only had Bucky stayed the entire night, he didn’t seem to be going anywhere for the immediate future, and Steve was...okay with that. He wasn’t quite ready to let this one escape, was just fine with going back for Round Who-The-Hell-Knew.

He smiled and adjusted his glasses, then turned back to his tablet. The coffee was almost done steeping, and he pulled up the Seamless app, looking for something for breakfast. He was torn between Stamina – amazing food, but they took ten years to deliver, or Square Diner – not quite as good, but they rarely took longer than twenty minutes.

The timer on his tablet went off, signaling the coffee was ready, and Steve got up to pour them both a cup. He took a second to breathe in the amazing scent – a Nicaraguan blend he’d recently picked up from Brooklyn Roasting Company that tasted like toasted oatmeal and pralines. It was heady and rich, smelled absolutely delicious, and he was kind of already in love with it.

He didn’t tout himself as a coffee connoisseur, but to be frank, he had tasted some of the best coffees in the world. He’d traveled all over, trying coffees everywhere he could – café Cubanos from Havana, unfiltered Turkish pours while in Istanbul, even a special concoction from a tiny shop in Adelaide, Australia that was designed to keep you up for eighteen hours (fifteen hours and twenty-six minutes, not that he’d timed himself). He’d gone out of his way for that one – flown there especially after a business trip to Melbourne.

The thing was, he liked coffee. All coffee. All blends, all types, all pours, all temps. It was his thing.

“Whatcha got there?”

Steve smiled to himself as he continued to pour the second mug, watching the crema develop as the cup slowly filled. He prayed Bucky took it black – the only way regular coffee should be drunk.

“Just a little bit of liquid goodness of the gods.” He turned and held up the cup, smiling at Bucky. “It’s a new blend I picked up last week and it’s amazing.” Bucky took the cup with his metal hand – the prosthetic back in place now – but didn’t take a sip; he just stared at it with a little frown. Shit. He probably was a cream and sugar guy. “I’m not sure how you take it, but I suggest drinking it straight first. See if you like the taste as is. If not, I’m, uh, happy to get you some stuff for it.”

He really wasn’t, and he was proud of himself for not shuddering at the thought.

“No, actually, thank you, but...” For reasons that defied God and Man, Bucky actually handed back the cup. He huffed out a tiny laugh, and scratched the back of his head, before grabbing onto his arm, right where it met the prosthetic. He gave Steve a half smile that was, if anything, sheepish. “I hope this isn’t rude of me for asking, since you know, you went to the trouble and all” – he waved at the cup in Steve’s hand before grabbing his arm again – “but would you actually have any tea?”

Steve just blinked. No way he’d heard that right.

Bucky apparently took his silence as confusion, because he went on: “Any kind that’s caffeinated is fine. Black or oolong, though I wouldn’t turn down green, if that’s all you have –”

“I don’t,” Steve finally managed to sputter out.

“Have green?”

Was this guy for real? “Have tea.”

“Like, none at all?” Bucky frowned down at the cup of coffee again, his nose wrinkling.

“Uh, no?”

“Why...?”

Seriously, was this guy for real? “Because I’m civilized?”

Steve had never seen anyone’s eyebrows shoot up so fast in his entire life. Bucky stared at him, like he’d spoken in tongues, and for one hysterical second, Steve wondered if he had. At least that would explain why anyone would turn down some of the best coffee in all of New York City for some leaf-flavored water.

“Did you just...?” Bucky crossed his arms, and Steve wasn’t gonna lie, the metal over flesh was kind of intimidating (even if the defiant stance was also kind of hot – Steve was only human, after all). He took a step toward Steve, and Steve would never freely admit to leaning back a little. “Did you actually just insult tea?”

“Tea doesn’t have feelings, Buck,” Steve responded, kind of stupidly, latching onto the least crazy thing about that question.

“Nu-uh.” Bucky waved a finger at him. “You don’t get to call me Buck, you uncultured heathen.”

“Uncultured.” Steve gaped, because if anyone was uncultured, it was this clown standing in front of him. He set his own cup back on the counter and stood up, waving his tablet at the Neanderthal he let sleep in his bed last night. “I’m not the uncultured one here, Bucky. I mean, who even drinks tea anymore?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the entire fucking world?”

“Yeah. And that entire fucking world also drinks coffee! I know! I’ve tried them all!”

“Wow...” Bucky stared at him. “You're that guy, aren’t you?”

“What guy?”

“The Brooklyn hipster coffee snob.”

Well, that was just hitting below the belt.

“Excuse you, I don’t even live in Brooklyn!”

Bucky snorted. “Yeah. Because that was the most important part of what I just said.”

“Anyway.” Steve waved a hand at him as he worked to rein in the flair of petulant anger. He wasn’t about to let the whole morning go sideways over coffee. Or tea. Or whatever. Steve wasn’t looking for a life partner, so he honestly didn’t care all that much, which meant Bucky could go on living his life in a state of wrongness. Right now, Steve was still more interested in continuing to get righteously laid. He picked up his tablet and waved it at Bucky. “I was actually about to order breakfast, so why don’t I order some...tea for you?”

“Uuuuhh.” Bucky eyed him warily, which, okay, Steve could admit to himself those were some pretty hard brakes he just put on that whole conversation. “Okay? I mean, if you still wanted me to stay...”

Despite Bucky being some freaky tea-lover, it was most definitely something Steve still wanted. So, he set the tablet down and, with a small avaricious smile, hooked a finger into the front of Bucky’s pants and pulled him into the vee of his legs. “Not looking to kick you out over a disagreement about a drink, Bucky. I’d lick the damn stuff off you if it meant getting to run my tongue over your abs again.”

“Wow, that’s really gay, Steve.”

“Says the guy who’s had my dick in his mouth.”

“Yeah, I’m beginning to question all my life choices on that – mmph.” Bucky broke off as Steve crushed their mouths together. Bucky’s arms wound around Steve’s waist as they began to trade lazy kisses, their earlier argument all but forgotten. Looked like coffee, tea, and breakfast would just have to wait for a while.