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The Best Friends to More Meme

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There's nothing in this world quite like a true, blue best friend that you can rely on. They've been with you through thick and thin, good and bad. You want to have fun? They're the first person you look for, because they always know how to bring the best out in you. You need a shoulder to cry on? Don't worry, they're already here. You need to bury a body? ...you should probably reconsider your priorities, but you know your best friend will be there with a shovel and a smile. You'd never ruin this friendship for ANYTHING in the world.

Something's brewing that may do just that, though. One of you has feelings, has for a long time, and that spells trouble. Unless you keep that to yourself and remain platonic, of course. Repression in this case might be a good thing.

Only it's too late. The cat's out of the bag, whether it's by confession or by accident. What to do, what to do? If feelings aren't returned, can you turn down a friend, or will you force something that isn't there just to make them happy? If feelings are returned, will you risk changing the perfect thing you have?

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He was far more used to long drawn out kisses, and he enjoys this one as much as he enjoys any of the others he's managed to steal from the dames he usually goes out with. This just happened to be more special because it was with Steve.

He shifted his hand from his friend's hip to set his hand against the side of his friend's neck, using his thumb to keep Steve's chin tipped up towards him even as they pull apart.

"Perfectly fine. You going to have an asthma attack?"

Steve was having difficulty breathing, but it wasn't because of his asthma. Sure, he had kissed a couple of guys before, but nothing was like what just happened with Bucky.

"Mmm... I great," He said softly. "Really great, but I'm trying to figure out where we go from here?"

He kept his arms around his friend in case the breathlessness led to something else, though the smile that Steve wore belayed much concern on his part. He shifted and pulled Steve back towards the couch because the dance lesson was obviously over.

"To the couch obviously," he replied with a smile. "Where else is there to go?"

Steve still couldn't believe this was happening, and part of him wanted to ask questions, and demand answers, but the larger part of him never wanted this to end, so he went with that instead.

He rested his hands on Bucky's hips, pushing him gently back. "No where that I can think of, unless of course you are eager to get away from me?"

Well, well, look who was taking the initiative? He shifted his hips in Steve's grip, amused and affectionate with the other man as he allowed himself to be directed backwards to the old couch that he owned.

He raised a hand to cup the back of Steve's head, his fingers stroking the short hairs at the nape. "Do I look like I want to get away from you?"

Steve closed his eyes, as he felt Bucky's fingers. There was nothing better than getting your hair played with.

"No, and why is that again," He whispered before taking his best friends mouth again.

He could really do this all day.

"You can't find the answer to that yourself, huh? Maybe I should leave you guessing," James replied with a warm press of his body against Steve's even as he allowed himself to be backed further to the couch.

He moaned into the kiss, his tongue teasing the space just between his friend's lips before his knees hit the arm of the couch. His arm curled tight around Steve's waist as he allowed himself to fall back, forcing his smaller friend to come with him.

"You could have told me you know?" He murmured against his lips. The moan sent desire shooting straight through him, and he couldn't help but return the moan.

He opened his mouth and his tongue tangled with Bucky's for the first time. This was another thing that Steve never wanted to end.

He smiled into the kiss.

"Steve, you've always held special favour with me. Nothing should surprise you," He replied as he fell back on the couch and forced Steve to come with him and lay on his chest, even if they legs hung over the side.

He lifted a hand and smoothed his fingers over his friend's hair to set it back right again even as they used their tongues on each other. There was no difference between men and women; why was it considered wrong then?

Steve allowed his body to relax against James. He just couldn't believe this was happening. He was fulling intending to enjoy every single second of it.

If humans could purr, Steve would have when Bucky touched his hair. God he loved that. He ground his hips down, as he battled Bucky's tongue. He didn't care if he won or lost.

"God...."

A low chuckle left him at Steve's reactions, combing his fingers through those blond locks and smoothing them into the usual orientation before doing his best to mess it up playfully.

Yet, he experienced a strange shock of pleasure when Steve's hips ground on his own, and a puff of pleasured air left him right against Steve's lips. That was a bit... different and not actually bad either.

"Steve..."

Steve froze. Oh god. he can't believe he did that. He should have better control than that

"Sorry, sorry," Steve stammered out, his eyes wide, as he made to try and scramble off his best friend. "I didn't mean to scare you."

It was like trying to cuddle a deer really the way that Steve would warm up and then try to dart away from him. He clamped his arm tight around his friend's back and held Steve to him, sighing and shaking his head.

"Don't apologize, idiot," he said in friendly banter. "You didn't scare me... it felt good, your hips on mine like that. I think we should experiment. Our little secret. What do you say?"

Steve stops trying to get away, and begins to process what Bucky is saying to him. Because What?

He stared at his best friend for a long moment, before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips. He kept it light before pulling back and looking at him.

"I would like that very much, but are you sure?"

James raised his eyebrows and smiled his most charming smile up at his best friend. For someone who apparently loved him, Steve spent a lot of time trying to get away from him like one or both of them had some kind of disease.

Yet, he grinned when Steve kissed him again, nipping at the younger man's lower lip playfully.

"Yeah, I am. We have the whole day, right?"

Steve was not about to look a gift horse in mouth, and lowered his mouth to James, in a breath stealing, all out tongue war, beforee pulling back, grinning. He slid off the couch, and have Bucky's hand a hard tug.

"Come on, we need more space for what I want to do with you."

He moaned softly into the kiss, finding it funny how quick Steve picked up on stuff when given a chance to. That was all his friend ever needed, and he was more than willing to give that chance too. Besides, if Steve was this good at kissing already, what about other things?

He reluctantly let his friend go and allowed himself to be pulled off the couch too. He followed, raising an eyebrow at the boldness.

"Look at you taking control all of a sudden. You have my interest for sure now."

Steve turned around so he was walking backwards, grinning at James. "You have a problem with that?" He asked, as he pulled him forward and into another kiss.

He pulled back a little as they entered the bedroom.

"Promise me you will tell me if you want to stop?"

"Nope, none at all, Stevie," James replied with his usual charming smile as he followed his friend towards the bedroom. He swore that Steve knew the way better than he did sometimes, though there was no need to think about it they kissed again, and he buried his fingers into the hair at the back of Steve's neck.

He stayed close after that, their knees knocking or brushing with each step.

"I promise, but the same goes for you."

Steve laughed softly as they kissed. "I promise too, and you know that I never break a promise to you." He pulled him against his body, kissing him, as if his life depended on it, and maybe it did.

"If this is a dream, don't wake me up okay?"

In the bedroom, he paused long enough to kick the door closed before following again without hesitation with the kisses. He still cupped the back of Steve's head as they moved, letting his best friend direct them to where Steve wanted to go, which he suspected was the bed.

"I won't wake you, but it isn't a dream either," he murmured against Steve's lips as he slipped a hand up to grasp his friend's tie, tugging it open.

Steve fisted his hands in Bucky's shirt, needing him somehow closer than he already was although he didn't know if that was humanly possible.

He started working on the buttons as he walked them towards the bed. "You get to set the rules here, okay?" He said softly. "What do you want James?"

He knew that itch to be close well, though it had never invaded him as it was currently doing with Steve. He shifted his hands to unbutton Steve's shirt as well, though it was an act he had done often when Steve was too sick to do it himself sometimes. It was more than routine now, his fingers played over the buttons affectionately.

"Me?" He chuckled and leaned down to nibble up the length of Steve's jaw. "I think I have a little more experience in these activities, you know. Your comfort zone is what we play by, Rogers."

Steve leaned into the touch a moment, relishing in it, savoring it, because he didn't know how long it would last. "Have you ever had sex with a man before?" He gritted out, before he gasped at the sensation.

"I think we need a flat surface now."

The question should have made him uncomfortable because of the implication that they were going to bed down together with such intimacy. He shifted a little, but he pushed away the idea that it could be much different than it would be with a dame. Kissing had been the same, right? "No, but... how different can it be from a dame, yeah? Have you?"

He suspected he knew the answer already, but it was probably safer to ask than to guess and possibly be surprised later when he encouraged Steve to be the aggressor.

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