When Steve heard the knock on his door, he looked up from the sketch he was working on. He stared at the door curiously for a moment, before he remembered he was supposed to be answering it. He didn't get many visitors at his apartment, so he had no idea who it could be. Not having anticipated any reason to, he hadn't changed out of his weekend comfy clothes that consisted of black sweat pants and a white tank top. He regretted his attire when he opened the door and saw Bucky standing there, looking effortlessly beautiful in tight black jeans and a soft, grey Henley.

They stood at the door in silence for a brief moment, Steve in shock at seeing Bucky at his door, and Bucky in awe of how cute and cuddle-ready Steve looked.

"Bucky, what are you doing here?" Steve questioned, once he found his voice.

"Why are you avoiding me?" And there it was, the question Steve didn't want to answer. He knew Bucky would ask him eventually, but it still took him by surprise.

"A-Avoiding you?" Steve tried for innocent, yet from the look on Bucky's face, he failed miserably. His shoulders dropped and he sighed; he opened the door wider, indicating for Bucky to come in.

Bucky walked in, taking a quick glance of his surroundings. However, he quickly focused his attention on Steve, who was awkwardly standing by the couch, looking like he was trying fold in on himself to make himself look smaller. It wasn't working.

Bucky took a deep breath and decided it was all or nothing.

"I'm in love with you." He said, impressed with himself that his words came out strong and even.

Steve's eyes widened and a small gasp left his lips, clearly that was not what he had been expecting to hear. Bucky nervously waited for Steve to say something, anything. His hope sky rocketed when he saw the look of pure happiness that crossed Steve's face.
"But wait, what about your boyfriend?" Steve said, eyes hardening. No matter how much he wanted Bucky, he wouldn't get in the middle of a relationship.

"Boyfriend? I don't have a boyfriend." Bucky said, brow furrowed. A look of realization crossed his face and he remembered what Sam had said. "Shit, no, Steve he's not my boyfriend."

"He's not?" Steve asked, soft voice full of desperate hope. A tender look crossed Bucky's face and he stepped closer to Steve.

"No, babe, Sam's my best friend and my roommate," Bucky said lowly, his use of the endearment went unnoticed by him, but not by Steve.

Steve closed his eyes, "Fuck, I remember you saying something about having a roommate. Shit."

Bucky looked at him for a second before making a split second decision and surging forward, grabbing Steve's face and pulling him into a soft, yet rough kiss. Steve froze, then melted into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

They kissed for what seemed like hours, before Bucky pulled away, cradling Steve's face in his big hands. Steve whimpered as they separated, clinging to Bucky.

"Fucking, finally."

It's done! Thank you to everyone who read this! *smooches*