How about a cup of coffee?

All in all it was a good day. Scratch that. It was a great day, having just started your new job, in a new city, after months of unemployment and a broken heart. You just couldn’t stop smiling and humming, perhaps a little singing, along to all the happy tunes you were listening to on your headphones on your way there, despite being the coldest day of the year and feeling your teeth shattering with every inhale.

And there he was, the first time you ever saw him, delivering all the mouthwatering baked goods to that cute little café two blocks away from your new office. Or rather almost fell in front of him, due to the icy pavement and your complete immersion to the Queens’ playlist. He helped you find your balance and looked at you, without saying anything, before releasing your hand and going back to work, without even having a chance to thank him.

And the rest of your way there you totally you kind of forgot how to breathe properly, thinking of a pair of blue icy eyes that could cut straight into you, the kind of beard that always made you weak on your knees and the manly calloused hand, the first one to touch you so strongly in over a year after your breakup.

And then nothing. For months, every morning on your way to work, you would see him unloading cookies and cold sandwiches, acknowledging you just with a stare and without even a good morning. At least work was going well, if you don’t count the terrible leach of a man that was Brock from accounting, and with every chance he got, he would comment on some aspect of your appearance followed by a flirty, or more accurately stomach-turning, wink. Sam and Steve, the other members of the team you were in, were absolute sweethearts on the other hand, embracing you and helping you transition your first couple of days in, and you often frequented their favourite after-work bar with them, getting to know them a little better, with Sam especially, trying to fix you up with every male customer that would cross the threshold, earning him a chuckle from you and a sigh from Steve.

If only... You still haven’t gotten over your breakup, leaving you still a little bit sore, hurt and untrusting. But you did miss sex, and you often thought of the silent, blue-eyed man while you were you touching yourself at night, you sure as hell weren’t to think about your ex. You lay there, thinking of the way his beard would scratch your neck while kissing it or the burn you would feel between your thighs if he ate you out, whilst looking at you with those eyes and kneading your body with those strong hands. Yes, your latest orgasms came thanks to him and you didn’t even know his name.

“Bucky”, Steve said. “What?“, you said not realising what he was talking about. “Who or what is a Bucky?“.

“HE.. is my friend from school. We grew up together, almost like brothers. I should set you up with him.”

“Man, that iceman? Our girl here needs someone fun and relaxed, but most importantly she needs some good old fashioned, no strings attached sex with a random stranger, before she can start dating again. And she definitely doesn’t need that grunting yeti, she’s too cheerful for that. Don’t get me wrong I love Bucky, but Hell no”, Sam intervened.

“Excuse me, I am a strong independent woman who don’t need no man”, you said laughing, “I don’t need help from either of you in this department. I’m fine by my own, and I don’t believe in set-ups. I need something magical”.

“Oh come on, no one said you need help, I just think you and my friend would be perfect for each other. Yes, Sam, don’t smirk. He is a bit rough around the edges, but he’s sweet deep down, and he would benefit from someone like her, and you”, he said pointing, “could definitely do with a more grounded, serious guy, after what you told us about your ex”.

“I appreaciate the sentiment Steve, although remind me next time not to partake to shots, but I mean it.”

Apparently Steve agreed, dropping the subject completely, and you spent the rest of the night exchanging jokes and laughs with the two of them, thanking your good stars tomorrow was Saturday and you could get on with chores you kept putting off.

The next few weeks just flew by, and here you were deep in summer, sweating like a pig in your shitty apartment with the even shittier air conditioning system. Since you only hung out with Steve and Sam, they were your only friends in the city, and you called for help. Sam has already left for the weekend but Steve, being Steve, was on his way.

A very cold shower and half an hour later you heard your doorbell and at the door was him. You just stared at each other for a couple of seconds, with a questioning look on both your faces before Steve appeared behind him with a bag of tools and a big smile on his face.

“That’s my friend Bucky. We were together when you called, and he’s really good with his hands, you sounded desperate on the phone and I thought it wouldn’t hurt”, he said, looking like the cat that ate the canary.

“Only he calls me Bucky, James, nice to meet you”, he said, and his deep voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Likewise, I’m sorry for the inconvenience, I didn’t think Steve would drag someone else with him. I’m sure you had better things to do”, you replied, trying not to sound breathless, but he dismissed you saying he didn’t mind.

After inviting them in you couldn’t keep your eyes off him while he worked with Steve to fix your broken air condition, gawking at the way his t-shirt was clinging to his sweaty muscular chest, and his big arms, thinking he was too preoccupied to notice. By the time they were done, your own clothes were clinging on your body, and you were not certain anymore of the real cause.

What you didn’t know was that he was stealing glances towards you, catching you looking at him and thanking his own lucky stars, and Steve’s meddling, since he hadn’t stopped talking about this new girl from work he should meet, for finally having a chance to talk to you. He was awestruck when you opened the door, the smiley girl with the headphones who haunted his dreams ever since she fell on his feet. He never got the chance, or rather the nerves to talk to you. But looking you walk in those cute little dress, that did favours for your legs was enough to make his day. And his nights, thinking of your tender little hands stroking his length, or caressing his neck, or pulling his hair while slipping his face between your perfect lithe legs, and your pouty cherry lips wrapped around his cock. He would cum so hard, promising himself to talk to you the next day, offer you a cup of coffee, but he never acted on it. What a fool.

Now there you were, in your little summer dress clinging to your perfect breasts and revealing a little bit too much of your slender legs, making it difficult for him to focus on the task at hand. When you came near him with a glass of cold lemonade and smelling distinctly of flowers and berries, he almost lost his footing on the ladder, he felt so intoxicated.

Steve has of course noticed all that. Both of you, trying to be conspicuous, but ended up being so extremely obvious.

He liked you from the moment he met you. Always cheerful and joyful, if not a little bit sad. And he absolutely loved Bucky, his best friend. Both of you deserved a long awaited win and bringing you together seemed like the right thing. Especially since the day he witnessed a strange exchange between you two from his car, on his way to the office, some weeks ago. You, lingering a little after seeing Bucky carrying the crates of the cookies blushing like a schoolgirl, and Bucky watching you walk away with a combination of love-struck and predatory look on his face.

After all what did both of you knew.

So when he and Bucky figured they just needed to replace a small part, easy to find, even on a Saturday, or so he told you, he just leapt at the opportunity to go and get it, leaving you two alone, despite you telling him he didn’t have to.

You had nothing to talk about. Or rather you just couldn’t think of anything to talk about. Both of you just stared shyly at each other drinking your lemonades till Bucky’s ringtone broke the silence. It was Steve, saying he didn’t find the part after all, so he would head home since there was nothing else to do for now.

“Subtle.”

“Well, subtlety was never Steve’s speciality”, Bucky chuckled. “I guess I should leave then. Can I use your bathroom first?”

“Sure, it’s right there”, you showed him and you waited, moving to the open window staring at the road and trying to cool down by the tiny gasp of air. You played in your mind all the little scenarios of what could happen, or what you could say to ask him to stay for a little more and you didn’t hear the bathroom door, nor the footsteps behind you. Slowly Bucky crept onto you, until you felt his hot breath on your ear.

Bucky was splashing some cold water on his face, going over what he could say to you, how we would finally approaching you.

“Get a grip man”, he murmured to himself looking in the mirror. “Just talk to her, what’s the worse that could happen? Say no? Fuck, please don’t let her say no.”

When he exited the bathroom he saw you standing by the window, the light breeze blowing on your hair, sun on your face. You looked like a goddess, like a low-hanging fruit, ready to be plucked and ravaged. He crept slowly to you, forgetting to breath, hands slightly trembling, you form calling to him like a magnet, like a siren, and he was ready. He stood right behind you, breathing in your sweet perfume and he spoke.

“I just have to say this once”, he said, “or I might regret this for the rest of my life”. He continued, his hand started to caress a tiny strand of hair.

“What? ”. You asked breathlessly, gazing out of the window with hooded eyes.

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. Watching you every day,even without talking is the best part of my day. Since I first saw you I wanted to say something, but I hesitated. When you opened the door today, I almost lost it, I couldn’t breathe or think”. He said, leaving you a quivering mess along with his soft caresses on your hair. “Please tell me you feel the same, that I haven’t read too much over this. Please.” He almost whispered in your ear.

You turned to face him. His eyes on fire, looking at you as if like he wanted to devour you and worship you at the same time.“Jam..” you trembled, not even finishing his name, before he slammed his lips on yours. He grabbed you by your neck and he just devoured you. He kissed you passionately, urgently, in a way that you have never been kissed before. The kind of kiss you only saw in movies, your tongues fighting for dominance until he won. You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t even care. All you cared about was him and the way he made you feel.

When the kiss ended he looked at you with a knee-weakening stare, with eyes almost black from the lust. None of you spoke, you just stand there looking at each other’s eyes.