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• A fake relationship Christmas Stucky AU, @cabigbang collaboration with @walkingstardust and @debwalsh. Dashing through the snow on November 3rd.

“I should’ve thought this through,” Steve says as he looks at the one queen-size bed. “When I booked the reservation it was for one,” he explains. “I added you to the reservation, but never asked for a second bed.”

“Huh,” Bucky says.

“I can go down and ask for two beds,” he says.

Bucky shakes his head. “Your coworkers are all mingling in the lobby,” he says. “It’d look real fishy if you went down to ask for two beds.”

Steve frowns. “I saw Brock down there,” he admits.

“It won’t be a problem. I can sleep on the couch,” Bucky says.

“You will not,” Steve says. “We’ll both sleep in the bed. It’ll be fine.”

“You snore,” Bucky says.

Steve shoots Bucky a dirty look. “You’d be able to hear me snore on the couch, too,” he says.

“I have cold feet,” Bucky offers, but his argument grows increasingly weak.

Steve flops down on the bed and shuts his eyes. “I’ll warm ‘em up for you,” he says.

Taking that as his cue, Bucky quickly pulls off his shoes and socks and hops into bed next to Steve. He wiggles around so that he’s perpendicular to Steve, and shoves his feet underneath Steve’s shirt.

Steve squeals, and Bucky howls with laughter as Steve tries to free himself from Bucky’s feet.

“Do you have no circulation?” Steve asks as he frees himself from Bucky’s toes and pulls himself upright. “You should see a doctor!”

“Apparently not,” Bucky says, just as Steve leaps over and tackles him to the bed. “What the hell?” Bucky asks, struggling and trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Stop squirming, I’m gonna give you a wet willie,” Steve says.

Bucky rolls his damn eyes before struggling even harder. “You think I’m gonna just stop and say it’s okay when you announce your intentions like that?” he asks, managing to flip them over so he’s on top of Steve. He grins, then reaches down and starts tickling Steve’s torso.

Steve immediately starts flailing around, trying to push Bucky off of him as he laughs. “Buck, Buck!” he calls, breathless, but Bucky is relentless, getting Steve’s ribs, under his armpits, anywhere and everywhere he can reach. He’s always been ticklish, and Bucky knows that a relentless attack will leave Steve red-faced and incapacitated.

Steve is crying out for help when there’s a sharp knock on the door.

Bucky stops and rolls off of Steve and onto his back. “Who is it?” he mutters.

“Dunno,” Steve says as he pulls himself up.

Bucky’s cheeks go red, because Steve looks… a little debauched. His blond hair sticks up, his shirt is only half tucked-in. Bucky stifles a laugh, because to most observers, it would seem that the two of them got to the hotel, checked in, and immediately started fucking.

Which Bucky guesses isn’t too unusual for a young couple on vacation. It’s just that the thought of doing so is so far-removed from his day-to-day life that it seems a little odd.

“I’ll get it,” Steve says, pulling himself out of bed. He pauses just before the door to pull out a wedgie and Bucky chokes back a laugh. He situates himself so he’s laying on his side, looking at Steve and the door and trying his best to appear coitus-interuptus, as opposed to ticklus-interuptus.

Steve opens the door and he immediately straightens up. “Brock!” he says, surprised.

Bucky sees the gruff, tall man on the other side of the door and his stomach clenches.

“Who is it, sugar?” Bucky asks lazily from the bed.

Steve turns around. “It’s Brock,” he says.

“Uhh…” Bucky says.

“Rumlow? We went to dinner a few weeks ago,” Steve says, and Bucky is grateful that he’s playing along.

“Oh yeah, Martinelli’s. Did you read the interview with the head chef in the New Yorker?” Bucky asks.

“No, I—“

“Steve,” Brock interrupts.

Steve turns back around. “Oh yeah, it’s nice to see you. What’s up?”

“Everyone’s meeting for cocktails downstairs. I’m grabbing anyone still in their room.” He looks over Steve’s shoulder at Bucky. “You can come, too,” he says, as he rakes his eyes up and down Bucky’s body. He smirks at him, and uh. Bucky’s not quite sure what the hell to make of that, but he gets himself up to sit at the edge of the bed. Brock’s eyes don’t leave him.

Bucky gets a bad, bad feeling about this.

“Buck?” Steve asks, turning around.

“I think I need a shower first,” he says, changing tactic and looking at Steve like he hung the moon. “But you go along, hon.”

“Oh, uh. We could. Shower?” Steve asks, turning redder than he already was.

It’s adorable.

Bucky stands up, grinning at Steve. He moves across the room, humming in agreement. “Sure,” he says when he gets to Steve, putting an arm around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. He looks at Brock. “You’ll give everyone some excuse for us, won’t you Brick?”

“Brock,” Brock says.

“Yeah, that’s…” He looks back at Steve, then licks his bottom lip. “We’ll see you later,” he says, maneuvering the door closed with his foot.

They make it ten seconds, standing at the door and staring at one another, before they burst out laughing. “Did you see his face?” Steve asks as he moves back to the bed and flops down.

“It was hilarious,” Bucky says, grinning; though, he’s still not sure what to make of the way Brock was looking at him while he was on the bed.

“Are you actually gonna take that shower?” Steve asks.

“Sure,” he says. “Do you wanna go first, or…?”

“No, I’ll just… I’ll watch TV,” he says, not meeting Bucky’s eyes.

“Sounds good,” Bucky says, before grabbing a towel and heading into the bathroom alone.