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Steve rubs his eyes and stretches. He’s been studying for his History final for the past couple of hours. His professor was such a hard ass he would be lucky to pass this class with C. He doesn’t know why he thought it was a good idea to minor in History. Steve gets up off his chair and stretches one more time. He decides to take a break and find a snack.
He is rummaging around in his fridge when he gets a text from Sam asking he wants to go to the club tonight. Steve closes the fridge and contemplates his answer. He should really continue studying for this final. However he has spent the last week studying his ass off. You know what he deserved to have this night off. Fuck it he thinks he’s getting wasted. He sends a text to Sam saying he's in. Sam texts back he’ll pick him up in 30 minutes. That should be plenty of time to find an outfit.
Steve decides to wear a navy cardigan with a plain white t-shirt underneath, black jeans, and his boots. Then a black beanie to cover his mop of blonde hair. He gives himself a once over in the mirror. He since stop being embarrassed by having to shop in the boy section. Its cheaper and the fit is better. Steve hopes to find a guy to dance dirty with him.
Sam picks him up and they head to the club. Of course the bouncers always do a double take of Steve’s ID thinking its a fake. His short stature and youthful looks make them think he is lying about his age. After much looks of suspicion they let him in. Steve and Sam make their way to the bar to get a beverage. Steve will at least get a little tipsy tonight. Luckily for him it doesn’t take a lot of alcohol to do that. He orders a jack and coke while Sam gets a beer. They sip their drinks as they scan the crowd of people. The dance floor is hopping with sweaty bodies and inappropriate dancing.
That’s what Steve likes about grinding. You don’t have to really know how to dance just move your hips like you’re fucking someone. Sam is eyeing a girl a couple of feet away from them. From the looks of it she is doing the same to him. With an arch of her eyebrow she signals him. Sam mock salutes Steve and heads toward the girl where they make their way to the dance floor. Steve chugs the last of his jack and coke and makes his way to the dance floor.
He finds an empty spot and starts dancing. Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop the Music” starts playing when someone comes behind him and ask with husky voice if he could join him. Steve gives a quick glance back, nods and they start dancing. He starts moving his ass against the guys crotch. The guy moves his hands to Steve’s hips. The guy starts moving in sync with Steve. Oh god Steve thinks he can’t help but feel himself getting a little turned on. The way the guys moves his hips Steve can’t help but wonder what he’s like in bed.
Steve feels the guys lips against his ear, “You like the way I feel against your pert little ass.”
Steve groans and starts grinding harder against the guys crotch. The guy chuckles in his ear.
“Relax sweetheart we got all night.” He says as he gives Steve’s ass a little squeeze.
The guy starts nipping and sucking down Steve’s neck causing Steve to moan and his head falls back to the guys chest.
“You like it that sugar?” The guy drawls out.
All Steve can do is nod.
“I’m going to mark your neck up so nice and pretty.”
Steve moans and grinds his ass faster against the guys crotch. Fuck he doesn’t even know what the fuck this guy looks like but he doesn’t care.
Normally Steve doesn’t get this frisky on the dance floor, but this guy is bringing a side of him he didn’t know he had. Steve finds himself hardening and he can tell his mystery guy is getting pretty excited as well. Steve brings his right hand to the back of the guys head. Steve turns his head to the right and the mystery guy leans in and they start making out on the dance floor. A thrill shoots up Steve’s spine when he feels the guys stubble. Steve is definitely going home with this guy or taking him home he’s not picky. Normally Steve is not one for bottoming but he just might make an exception for this guy.
So Steve finds himself grinding and making out on the dance floor with a guy who’s face he hasn’t seen.
After an hour of dancing the mystery guy says into Steve’s ear, “Can I get you a drink?” Steve smiles at the sweet gesture. He decides to turn around and face the mystery guy.
Steve turns around to face they guy he’s been dancing with for the past hour and is shocked to find who he’s been dancing naughty with. Steve feels his blood run cold, Oh my god this is not happening Steve thinks. It can’t be nope Steve is shaking his head. He must have a twin. Steve is pretty sure his eyes have widen comically and his mouth is hanging open. He just spent the last hour grinding and making out with History Professor.
Him and Professor Barnes are both giving each other the same look. They are both horrified at what has transpired. Steve gives a him a once over. They are just standing there like idiots gaping at each other. As the people around them are dancing. Steve breaks the awkward silence, “I’m just going to go now. Uhh… Bye.” He pushes past his professor.
He leaves a gaping and shell shocked Professor Barnes behind. He pushes his way through the sweaty bodies and makes his way towards the exit. He shoots Sam a text that he’s leaving because he doesn’t feel well, and to stay and have fun. He decides to walk home because he needs to clear his head.
Steve gets to his apartment and face plants on his bed. He can’t believe he was on the verge of fucking his history professor. Of course he didn’t know that the guy grinding up behind him and shoving his tongue in his mouth was his freakin professor. Steve never thought much about Professor Barnes. Sure he can admit the guy was good looking but he is such a hard ass when it came to grading and attendance policy. During the course of the semester he already a few altercations with the guy he was getting the vibe that the guy didn’t like him too much. Mainly because Steve always had questions or opinions that differed from his professor.
Here Steve thought Professor Barnes was a guy who had a stick up his ass and didn’t know how to have fun. Boy was Steve wrong and he didn’t even think the guy swung that way. He thought he was straight as an arrow tonight has proven other wise.Steve’s not sure he can make eye contact with the dude on Wednesday. My god did he know how to grind. Now Steve has an image of Professor Barnes being really good in bed because how he was moving his hips and the way his tongue flicked in and out Steve’s mouth. The way he grasps his tiny waist and how his lean, strong body felt against Steve’s back. Nope better stop that train of thought Steven Rogers he scolded himself. You will not get off to the thought of your professor in that perverse way.
Steve groans and turns around to stare up at his ceiling. After a while he falls asleep. When he wakes up he goes in his bathroom and looks at his neck. He has two big hickeys on his neck. Steve spends his Sunday working on his Graphic Design final. He is debating on whether or not to take his History final on Wednesday. Is failing really worth it so you don’t have to face awkwardness with your professor. Yes it is Steve thinks. Steve goes back and forth on his decision to skip his finals. He continues to study. He does find time to buy concealer for his neck.
On Monday after his final he meets up with Sam.
“So dude how you feeling you cut out pretty early on Saturday.” Sam says with concern.
“I’m fine.” Steve says with his strained voice.
Sam just looks at him suspiciously. “Dude you are a terrible liar. Whats going on?”
Steve sighs better just tell him. “On Saturday at the club I was grinding and making out with this guy on the dance floor.”
Sam looks at him shocked. “Oh my god you go dude so what happened? Was you being ‘sick’ code for getting laid.”Sam asks excitedly.
Steve scoffs, “I wish.”
Sam makes a motion for him to continue.
“It turns out the guy I was grinding and making out with was my History professor.” Steve groans as he bangs his head on the table. He awaits Sam’s reply but its gone silent.
He looks up to see Sam just staring at him trying to process what he just heard. Finally Sam face breaks into a smile. “Only that could happened to you.” Sam says with a laugh.
“Shut up.” Steve hisses.
“Isn’t that the professor you say has a stick up his ass and wouldn’t know fun if it slapped him across the face.”
Steve is staring at him with exasperated expression.
“Because he obviously knows how to have fun and where he wants his stick to be.” Sam says giggling.
“Shut the fuck up Sam.” Steve says annoyed.
Sam giggles turn dissolved into a fit of laughter. A few people from the cafe turn to stare at them.
“I’m glad you found this so funny Sam.” Steve says monotone.
Sam is banging his hand against the table and still laughing. “Thanks buddy I needed this. So your final should be pretty interesting. No?”
“Yeah I’m not going on Wednesday.”
“What! Why? Whats a little grinding and making out amongst friends.”
Steve has an I’m going to kill you look.
“Because really what’s the point I’ll be lucky if I pass this class by the skin of my teeth. Why bother?” Steve huffs out.
“Dude you are an idiot and a coward. He would have emailed you telling not to come to the final because you are already failing the class.”
Dammit Sam why does he have to be so logical. Steve just crosses his arms together and pouts. This is so not fair.
“I’m telling you man I will drag you out of bed and carry you to your final kicking and screaming.”
“You wouldn’t.” Steve challenges.
“Oh I would my final is the afternoon on Wednesday. So i’m free all morning.” Sam says with an eyebrow waggle.
Steve grits his teeth dammit Sam. He knows he’s not bluffing. Steve is definitely not telling Sam about the hickeys on his neck. That is going with him to the grave. Steve gets home and continues working on his Woman Studies paper. Then squeezes some time for History. He has a hard time concentrating. All can think about is Saturday night and the dirty dancing. Oh god he can’t do this. On Tuesday night he ‘forgets’ to set his alarm.
On Wednesday morning he’s awaken by a banging on his front door.
“GET UP ROGERS!! I KNEW YOU FLAKE OUT!” Sam yells.
Steve groans stupid Sam why does he care about his future so much. Ugh Steve thinks. He hops out of bed and opens the door for Sam. Sam has two cups of coffee and a bag of donuts.
“I knew you wuss out Rogers,” Sam tsks.
“Shut up Sam.”
Sam zones in on Steve’s bare neck. “My my rogers you didn’t tell me your professor was a vampire.” Sam says with a giggle.
Steve gives Sam a withering glare and says nothing. He takes a quick shower and gets dress. He grabs his flash cards and messenger bag and walks with sam to class while sipping his coffee. Steve and Sam get inside the building and Steve decides he can’t go through with it.
“I can’t do this Sam whats an extra class in the fall or summer school.” Steve turns around and starts walking towards the outside doors.
Sam grabs Steve by the wrist, “Oh no you don't your going to go in there and kick ass on your exam. He probably forgot any ways.”
Steve looks at him like he’s an idiot. He just stands there and uses dead weight. Sam rolls his eyes and starts pushing Steve towards his classroom door. Steve is begging and pleading with Sam. Making him promises he can’t fulfill. Sam opens the classroom door and pushes Steve inside.
Sam smiles, waves and yells “Good luck snookums!”
Steve flicks him off and rolls his eyes only to be stared at by his fellow classmates.Steve shrugs and makes his way to his usual spot in the front row aisle seat. He can feel a pair of eyes on him as he gets out his flashcards to study he has about 20 minutes before the exam starts. Steve is trying really hard to concentrate on his flashcards but he feels an intense stare on him. He gathers the courage and looks up to make eye contact with Professor Barnes. Professor Barnes is staring at him with an unreadable expression. He finds his palms starting to sweat. He gives him an awkward smile and continues going through his flash cards. Son of bitch he thinks this is going to be so bad. Steve is going through the facts in his head when he hears someone start talking to him.
“Damn Rogers what the hell happened to your neck.” Darcy asks with an amused expression.
“Nothing.” Steve blurts out embarrassed.
“It don’t look like nothing. Did you get yourself some loving?” Darcy asks with excitement.
“Not exactly,” Steve says as he stares directly at Professor Barnes.
He could have sworn he saw his Professor Barnes cheeks turn a little red as he looked quickly down at the tests. Must have been his imagination. Professor Barnes takes role and when he gets to Steve’s name he says, “Rogers I need to see you after the exam.” Fuck my life Steve thinks. He just nods and he is pretty sure he’s grimacing.
Of course the exam was going to take the whole 2 hours and 45 minutes of class. Because that’s just how it goes. Each part of the exam you’re only allowed a certain amount of minutes. There is multiple choice, fill in the blank, true or false, and 3 freakin essays. The man is Satan Steve thinks. A really hot one fucking hell he should not be thinking like that. After the exam Professor Barnes collects all the exams. Everyone starts filing out the classroom. Steve is left alone with his professor much to his dismay. Steve heavy sighs and grabs his messenger bag and heads to the front desk.
“You wanted to see me sir.” Steve stutters out.
“Yes, Do you another exam right now?” Professor Barnes asks as he stuffs the tests into his backpack.
“Umm…I have to meet with my art professor in 20 minutes to go over my portfolio. Why?” Steve says trying to get his voice even. He knew damn well what he wants to talk about it.
“I would like to discuss with you what happened on Saturday.” Professor Barnes says boldly.
No, Steve thinks that’s the last thing he wants to talk about.
“I don’t think there is much to talk about sir.” Steve says as he rubs his neck.
Professor Barnes is fiddling with his long hair and biting his lip “I think there is, when would be a good time for you to talk.”
Steve groans “Really sir Lets just forget it even happened. Its not like were going to see each other again.”
Professor Barnes looks earnestly at Steve “Please.”
Steve bows his head down in defeat. “Okay I have my graphic design final tomorrow and my women studies paper due also. So Friday will be good.”
Professor Barnes gives him a boyish grin, “Great how about you come to my office at 11 AM?”
Steve gives him a thumbs up and a fake smile, “I’ll be there.”
The other class starts making their way inside the classroom. So Steve high tails it out there leaving Professor Barnes behind. He turns his phone back on and has a text from Sam.
Sam: So how did it go?
Steve: Just dandy.
Sam: Sarcasm gets you no where Steven
Steve: Shut up
Sam: But really how did it go
Steve: He asked to see me after the exam.
Sam: Details!!
Steve: He wants to talk about Saturday night. ugh…
Sam: R u going 2?
Steve: I don’t have much of a choice :/
Sam: When?
Steve: Friday morning :O
Sam: Wear something sexy
Steve: You suck
Sam: Not 2 u :)
Steve rolls his eyes and makes his way to the art classroom to pick up his portfolio. Finally Friday has arrived. Steve was a ball of nerves he couldn’t stomach his breakfast. He put extra care in his outfit. He was wearing some dark washed skinny jeans, gray t-shirt that fit him rather well, and a red plaid button up with the sleeves rolled up. Steve decided to forgo the beanie and let his hair flop to the side. The main reason he wore those particular skinny jeans is because they accentuated his pert ass.
Steve walked rather slowly to his meeting with Professor Barnes. Even though his outfit was on point he was still really nervous. In all honesty what was there really to talk about. So we had each others tongues in our mouths and you groped my ass a bit. You gave me two massive hickeys. Then you were getting turned on and I was getting turned on. Okay maybe they did have shit to talk about. Dammit what was he going to say should he apologize for grinding his ass against his professors dick. Is his professor going to apologize for the hickeys?
Steve considers just bailing because really whats the worst that could happen. He could fail you Steve thinks, but thats kind of a petty thing to do no? He sighs heavily as he reaches the building and decides to take the stairs instead of the elevator. Steve walks slowly up the stairs not ready to face the inevitable. He gets to Professor Barnes office and he gives a quick sweep to his bangs. He looks in and sees Professor Barnes grading final exams. Oh good maybe he’s too busy to see me. Right as Steve is about to leave Professor Barnes looks up.
He gives Steve a timid smile, “Didn’t think you were going to come please have a seat.”
Steve walks in awkwardly and gingerly sits down. Professor Barnes gets up and closes the door. Oh shit Steve thinks. Really this a conversation he’s sure Professor Barnes doesn't want his fellow colleagues to hear. Professor Barnes sits down at his desk and clears his throat.
“So you left rather abruptly on Saturday Mr. Rogers.” Professor Barnes says with a matter of fact tone.
“Please call me Steve. Well, it was kind of daunting to find the guy I’d been dirty dancing with and whose tongue I had in my mouth was my professor.” Steve says with wide eyes.
“How do you think I felt when I realized I had been doing that with one of my students?” Professor Barnes says calmly.
Steve didn’t think about how his professor felt about the situation. It must have been awkward and shocking as well. He must have been flipping out all week too.
“Really sir I didn’t expect you to be at club like that. It doesn’t seem like your scene.”
“Please call me Bucky. What gave you that impression?” Bucky says with amusement.
“Bucky?” Steve says with an eyebrow raise.
Bucky sighs “My full name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
“Wow that is one of the most obscurest presidents ever. Is that why you became a history professor?” Steve chuckles.
Bucky shakes his head and smiles “My parents were history buffs now you didn’t answer my question. What gave you that impression of me?”
“I hope this won’t effect my grade when I say this but you are kind of a hard ass. I always thought that you wouldn’t know what fun was if it hit you in the face. The way you normally dress doesn’t ooze clubbing and getting drunk.” Steve cringes awaiting the yelling.
Bucky surprises Steve by laughing “Do you really think I dress like this all the time. I have to dress professional for work.”
“Aren’t you a little old to be rocking the skinny jeans?” Steve says questioningly.
“How old do you think I am?” Bucky asks offended.
Steve just shrugs.
“I just turned 30.” Bucky comments.
“Oh…I’m turning 22 in July.” Steve says lamely.
“Good to know.”
“Why you worried I was jail bait.” Steve teases.
“You look young.”
“Its the downside of being so short.” Steve sighs playfully.
What do you know Steve thinks its not going as awful as he thought it would be. He is surprise to find the guy has a sense of humor. Man does he look really good in that black polo. Why have I never noticed how defined his arms are like damn Steve ponders. I never thought I would be into guys with long hair Steve thinks but he makes it work. Fuck it Steve thinks I’m flirting with him. He can turn me down if he wants too.
“Can I ask you something?” Steve asks.
“Go ahead.” Bucky says as he leans back into his chair.
“Do you really think my ass is pert?” Steve says with a coy smile and a waggle of his eyebrows.
That comments causes Bucky to turn red and look down at his desk as he scratches the back of his neck. It causes him to laugh nervously.
Steve leans closer to the desk,“Aww why you being shy now? You weren’t shy when you were sucking and nipping on my neck. Getting me all marked up nice and pretty. Remember?” Steve says with a throaty voice.
Bucky is still looking down at his desk but he gives a little shiver. Steve grins knowing he is affecting the older man. He stands up from his chair and goes to where Bucky is sitting.
Steve puts his hands on the side of the desk and whispers into Bucky’s ear. “I didn’t even see your face but I was already planning on going home with you. I don’t normally do one-night stands but I was willing to make an exception for you. You brought out a side of me I didn't know I had.” Steve says with a husky voice.
Bucky is starting to breath really heavily and he shudders with pleasure.
Steve continues. “I don’t bottom at all but you made me reconsider that with the way you felt against my ass and those big hands on my waist. I wonder what you were like in bed.” Steve looks down to see a bulge forming in Bucky’s khaki’s. He got an idea.
“How about we finished what we started. Would you like that?” Steve says licking the shell of Bucky’s ear. All Bucky could do was nod vigorously.
“Meet me at the same club on Saturday night at 10. I’ll be waiting.” Steve says with a low husky voice.
Steve gets up from his position and walks towards the door. He looks back at Bucky who is trying to compose himself. He can’t help but smirk at the way he made Bucky fall into pieces.
“Oh and Bucky,” Steve says cockily. Causing Bucky to look at him with wide eyes. His pupils were blown wide you could only see a thin ring of blue.
“Don’t be late.” Steve says with a wink.
He Leaves a sputtering and flustered Bucky behind.
Bucky is not late on Saturday he is right on time. Steve and Bucky end up grinding and rutting up against each other on the dance floor. Only this time they were facing each other. Steve decides that rather than getting his ass pounded he rather do the pounding. They can’t keep their hands off each other all night.
Steve does go home with Bucky and he has the best sex of his life. He enjoyed giving Bucky a good pounding. Judging by the moans and screaming Bucky enjoyed it too.
The next morning Steve comes out of Bucky’s room to find a smirking redhead and disgruntled blonde man handing over $20 to the redhead.
Leaving Steve very confused and Bucky really annoyed.