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The music in the bar has that loud thud-thud that makes hearing customers orders difficult. You have been on shift for a couple of hours now. Manning the bar with the very serious Davide and the very flamboyant Brian. You seriously love this job. You’ve been traveling around the world for a while now, getting jobs at bars wherever you’ve gone, but this has to be the best place you’ve ever worked. Your coworkers are amazing, your customers are all fantastic. No one harasses you, and the very rare times a straight guy came in and decided that the fact you were there possessing a vagina so therefore you must want to use that vagina with him, it took three seconds flat for around ten guys to intervene and drive him out. Plus, the owner of the bar also owns the building and is letting you rent an apartment upstairs for peanuts.
A couple of guys enter the bar. You worry for a moment. Despite the fact they are both extremely fit and gorgeous they also look uncomfortably out of place. Your first thought is gay bar tourists. So you keep half an eye on them while you continue to make drinks in case they cause trouble.
It becomes pretty evident that they aren’t gay watching when one of the locals goes over and starts hitting on them and ends up being dragged onto the dance floor by the guy who seems much more confident in his surroundings.
The other one approaches the bar and sits down at the end, keeping his friend in his line of sight. He really is remarkably good looking. Tall, blond, broad-shouldered with a tiny waist. Stunning blue eyes that have eyelashes so long that you’re honestly a little jealous of. His arms are something else too. He’s wearing a light blue button-up shirt, but it is so tight around his biceps that you can clearly see the shape of them. He’s also rolled up the sleeves, and his forearms are thick and veined. For what might be the first time ever you curse the fact this is a gay bar.
You’re about to approach him when one of the regulars grabs your arm.
“Can you send him a drink from me?” He says.
“Sure, babe. What’s your poison?” You ask.
“Maybe something like an old fashioned? I bet he would like that.” He says.
You have no idea what that means, but you grab a glass and muddle some sugar and bitters around the edge. You pour in some wild turkey and a dash of water and approach the guy.
“This here is from tall dark and handsome at the end of the bar.” You say sliding the glass in front of him.
He looks up at you startled. “Oh, uh …” He glances down at the man who had sent him the drink and then back at you.
“Not interested?” You ask.
“I’m just here because my friend said he wanted a wingman.” He answers.
“Want me to go throw it in his face?” You ask trying to put him at ease. It does the opposite and makes him panic.
“No. No. I don’t want to turn him down like that.” He says waving his hands in front of him.
“Shall I go let him down easy for you?” You offer.
He nods. “Please.”
You walk back over to the regular and shake your head. “Sorry. You’re really not his type. Like really, really.”
“What do you mean?” He asks.
“Well, I think maybe I might be more his type.” You answer.
“Aw shit. Why are all the good ones straight?” He laughs and you join in.
You keep your eye on the hottie. He, in turn, keeps watching you, but he’s also keeping half an eye on his friend. His friend is doing very well for himself. He will definitely be getting laid tonight. When hottie finishes his drink you decide to make him another. You’re feeling a little playful, so you decide to make him something to see if you can make him blush.
You grab the triple sec, peach schnapps and Midori. You add them to a glass in equal parts and take the drink to him.
“I’ve come offering a cockteaser.” You say, sliding drink to him.
He looks startled again. “You what?”
You laugh. “It’s the name of the drink. I made it for you. Mr?”
“Oh thank you. Steve.” He answers.
You cock an eyebrow at him. “Mr Steve?”
He’s flustered now, and you kind of feel bad for teasing him like that. “No, uh. Rogers. But it’s Captain. Uh… Just Steve is fine.” He says. “Is this drink really called that?”
You laugh. “Sure is. I don’t make them enough considering it’s a gay bar. And you’re sitting here all alone being such a good friend. You should at least get a drink out of it.”
You leave him alone again continuing doing your job. It’s busy tonight and between the three of you behind the bar, you don’t stop for a breath too often. You keep your eye on Steve though. Men will approach him periodically and he continues to turn them down. They never look like they’ve been hurt by his rejection though. You like that he is letting them down easy each time. You see that he’s finished his drink so you decide to make him another.
“Sex on the beach?” You ask as you sidle over to him.
He laughs. “See, I know that one is a cocktail.”
“Oh, then how about a blowjob instead?” You counter.
He blushes. Actually really blushes. “What about sex on the beach first. We can do the blow job later.”
You hold your hand to your heart like your scandalized. “Mr. Steve. Are you propositioning me?” You pull out the orange and cranberry juices, the vodka and the peach schnapps and layer each liquid in the glass so that it makes a beautiful orange to red ombré in the glass.
You put it in front of him and he takes a sip. “I like this one.” He says smiling up at you.
“Yeah, it’s kind of refreshing.” You agree. You both hold each other’s eye contact for a while. “Yeah so, uh. Job to do.” You say and jerk your thumb over your shoulder.
The night moves on. You do give Steve that blowjob a little later. He invites you to take the shot with him, and despite technically not being allowed to drink on the job, you accept anyway. You’re also surprised by how little the alcohol is affecting him. He’s now mixed several different alcohols and had quite a few standard drinks but he still seems completely sober.
The bar starts to empty and you mix him another drink. Brian has been nudging you and whispering about him all night. Now that it’s quieter he wants you to get to know him better.
“Here I am with one hot pussy.” You say putting the drink down in front of him.
He blushes again. He looks at his hands and mumbles something.
“Didn’t quite catch that. Sorry, Steve.” You say.
“I said;” He shakes his head like he can’t believe what he’s about to say. “I can see that, and what’s the drink called?”
You burst out laughing. “That was amazing. I love it.” You say putting your hand on his.
“So you know my name, but I still don’t know yours.” He says taking a sip of the very pink drink you just placed in front of him.
“It’s y/n.” You reply. “Now tell me, you know what I do, how about you?”
Steve looks at you like he can’t quite believe that you just asked that. “You really don’t know who I am?”
You give him a puzzled look. “Should I?”
His friend comes over and claps him on the shoulder. “What the hell are you drinking, Cap?”
Steve shakes his head and mumbles his reply.
“It’s a hot pussy. You want one?” You answer for him. His friend cracks up laughing.
“No thank you. I got myself some hot ass instead.” He laughs. “Speaking of which. I’m heading out, Cap. Are you right getting home without me?”
“Of course, Sam. Enjoy your night.” He pats Sam on the back and Sam heads out with his date.
It suddenly dawns on you who you’ve been talking to all night. Your hands fly to your mouth. “You’re Captain America!” You squeak.
Steve looks at you. He looks serious, but not angry. “No, Captain America is what I do. I’m Steve.”
You shake yourself. “I’m sorry. I just feel like an idiot. I’ll just … job.”
You go back to serving people and cleaning up. You’re sure he’ll leave now. Justifiable really. How could you have been that oblivious? He finishes the drink but he doesn’t move. Just stays seated at the bar. He watches you, but not in a creepy way. Just keeping half an eye on you while the crowd-watches.
The bar starts emptying out at around 1 am. At two Brian calls last drinks. You fill a glass with ice and pour Kahlua, Bailey’s and Amaretto over it. You skewer some cherries with a toothpick and balance it on the side of the glass. You consider just drinking it. This is stupid, but Brian nudges you in Steve’s direction.
You put the drink down in front of him, and he wraps his large hand around the glass. He looks up at you, waiting for the line he knows you have.
“There you are, Steve.” You say. “I just gave you an orgasm.”
Steve laughs and shakes his head. “Maybe you’ll let me return the favor.”
You smile and lean into him. “Captain Rogers …”
“Steve.” He says, putting his hand on yours.
“Steve,” You continue. “I live upstairs. Would you like to come home with me?”
Steve smiles. “I would love to.”
You end out your shift cleaning off the tables and stacking the chairs onto them. Steve comes to help you and you both chat. Not about anything in particular. Just small talk. He’s a little shy which you find endearing.
When you’re finally completely finished you grab your coat and hook your elbow around Steve’s. “Shall we?” You say.
Steve nods and you take him out the front door. The entrance into the apartments is only a few yards from the entrance to the bar. You lead Steve inside and hit the elevator call button. It’s slow and you stand holding his hand while you wait for it to arrive.
“I’m actually only a few floors up.” You say. “But what’s the point of living in a building with an elevator if you can’t make out in it once in a while?”
Steve chuckles. “Would you like me to do that thing where I lift you up and slam you against the wall they always do in movies these days?”
You look up at him and bite your lip. “Yes, please.”
The elevator arrives and you both step inside and hit the number 4. You turn to Steve and he leans down, capturing your mouth with his. His hands slide down your back to your ass and he lifts you pushing you against the wall. You wrap your legs around his slim waist and your hands to go this hair. You devour each other, mouths clashing together. He grinds his hips into you.
The elevator ride is over too soon and he drops you to your feet. You walk down the hall to your apartment and fumble with your keys, still light headed from the kiss. As soon as you’re through the door to your studio apartment he’s on you again, his hand on your face. You stumble backward towards your bed, kicking off your shoes and unbuttoning his shirt as you go. He has a singlet underneath. An honest to god singlet. You pull it up and scrape your fingernails over his overdeveloped abdominal muscles.
He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls up in between your legs. It is then that one of the most mortifying things that could happen when you’re engaging in foreplay with someone could happen. You yawn. Not a little, accidentally slip out yawn. A large, gaping mouth, take over your body yawn.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I do really want this.” You stutter.
“That bad is it?” He asks, raising his eyebrow at you.
“No! No, no. I swear to god. I’ve just been up for 18 hours now.” You explain. “I promise. I’m really into it.”
Steve laughs. “You know, I can beat that, I was up at 5 this morning. I’m exhausted. I didn’t want to say. These things usually have limited windows. Would you be opposed to actually sleeping now? We can do the other stuff in the morning?”
You breathe a sigh of relief. This is actually a little exciting. You have the day off. You can sleep with this gorgeous man in your bed and then just devote the whole day to fucking his brains out tomorrow. “You really don’t mind?”
He rubs his hand over the back of his head. “Not only do I not mind, I think I’d like it.”
The two of you get ready for bed. It feels like such a cute domestic thing to do considering you’ve only just met. You pull out one of your spare toothbrushes and the two of you stand at the vanity together brushing your teeth.
Steve strips off to his boxers and singlet. It’s amazing how a guy who’s wearing grandpa clothes can be so completely, disgustingly hot. You aren’t sure what to do. You would normally either sleep naked or in warm, flannel pajamas. Neither seems quite appropriate. You settle on one of the cami sets you own. It’s light blue and more on the cute side than the sexy side.
Now the only question is do you just strip naked in front of the stranger in your room? You were going to have sex with him not even fifteen minutes ago, he would have seen you naked. So why does it feel weird to just change clothes in front of him?
It’s like Steve has read your mind. He walks up behind you and moves your hair off your neck. He nuzzles at your throat and his hands slide up under your t-shirt. He pulls it up over your head and turns you to face him. He deftly unfastens your fly and pushes your shorts down. You step out of them and he brings his lips to yours. You kiss slowly, lips caressing each other's. His hands roam your body and settle, one on your throat, the other on your breast. His thumb rolling over your nipple through the fabric of your bra.
He pulls away from you, his hands moving down to your hips. “I’d like to see you.” He says. The way he says it puts you at ease. It’s not an order, but it sort of is. It’s a little hopeful too. Like he’s looking forward to it.
You unfasten your bra and slide it down your arms. He places his large hands on your breasts and circles his thumbs over your areolae. There is a dark hunger in his eyes, and he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. You shudder and stand waiting for him to finish. When he removes his hands you remove your panties.
“Come to bed.” He says and steps away from you.
You pull on your cami set, switch off the light and climb into bed next to him. He pulls you into his arms, and you snuggle into his chest.
That’s how you fall asleep wrapped in the arms of Captain America.
You wake to the sound of whimpering. Steve starts to thrash in the bed next to you.
“Bucky, no!” He cries amongst general, unintelligible murmuring. You hug yourself against his body and run your palm over his brow.
“Shh… you’re safe, Steve.” You whisper into his ear.
His arms wrap around you again. “I gotta put her in the water.” He mumbles.
“It’s just a dream. You’re safe.” Somehow you know that’s not true. It isn’t just a dream. You continue to whisper to him, running your hands through his hair. He whimpers for a little longer, burying his face into your neck then stills. This time when you drift back off to sleep it’s him in your arms.