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Square filled: Ballet au

Summary: The soft touch of his fingertips left a burning sensation on his skin. The way his eyes roamed his body made his insides feel like he was on fire. Bucky Barnes was a fire he didn't know how to put out, and one he didn't want to.

Or Bucky and Sam are both dancers and one day they get the lines between work and pleasure a little confused

Warnings: Light swearing

Disclaimer: I should have said it before but I'm not a native english speaker so my spelling/wording might be bad

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Tired eyes roamed the room before him, stilling on the guy he couldn't seem to avoid.

He wasn't looking at him but was talking to his only friend in the company. Which happened to be one of his best friends. Much to his dismay, Natasha saw him as he was trying to hide from the guy next to her. And he couldn't just not go sit next to them when she called him over.

With a silent nod he greeted the two dancers before him starting his warm up. He didn't try to interject in the conversation so he just hung around them, not really listening to what they were saying.

Doing his best not to shoot glances at the man sitting right in front of him, knowing that Natasha would have noticed and would have never let him hear the end of it.

But Natasha wanted her friends to talk to each other so she tried dragging Sam into the conversation, but he did his best to answer with either grunts or facial expressions.

Blaming it on the clear tiredness of his friend Natasha didn't think much of it, but Bucky was going crazy about it.

He was used to not being the one Sam smiled to but he loved watching him as he did to his friends. Sam's smile and calming voice were the best thing about early monday practice for him.

When the teacher came in, the dancers got up getting closer to the barre, Natasha in the middle separating the two men.

But even with her friend in front of him, Sam couldn't help his eyes, running up and down Bucky's back as he executed the exercises with the same precision as always.

That precision, the way his body moved far too easily with the music, the nonchalantly way he was always perfect were the reason Sam noticed him in the first place. Bucky danced like he was born to do only that.

The first time he saw him dance a complete routine he couldn't stop staring at the way his abdomen raised slowly, the almost invisible movement intriguing him.

The way his arms were always in the right place, moving along with his body in perfect harmony. His hands moving with a delicacy out of this world.

And his eyes, locked in a world nobody else could see, looking everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Then locking in his and never letting go of his until he was done.

Bucky Barnes' eyes started a fire deep inside of him the moment they met his.

When it was time to turn around and do the exercise on the other side Sam felt nervousness overwhelming his whole being. The mere thought of Bucky even barely glancing at him and noticing how imperfect he was, made him tremble with anxiety.

And Bucky was looking at him, but the only thing going on in his mind was the desire to get closer to him.

Bucky noticed Sam the day he arrived at the company, quiet and shy he didn't even try to get to know anyone. He didn't even want to, he was there just to dance.

But then he saw Sam. His eyes locked on the boy the moment they saw him. He was talking to a girl with flaming red hair, the kind of colour that would stand up even in a sea of people. But what stood out for him wasn't the girl's hair. It was her friend.

The guy next to her looked so peaceful as he smiled at her, the warming up barely tiring him. He looked like peace. Like he belonged in that room, like everyone else would disappear if he left.

And when Bucky saw him dance for the first time he knew Sam Wilson was something special. He wasn't perfect technically, but he was perfect in every other way. He looked so much at peace when he followed the music.

A barely there smile adorned his lips even during the most tiring routine. A smirk so small you wouldn't see it from afar.

Sometimes his eyes would close, feeling the music deep in his core. He looked like a mystical creature, maybe even an angel.

And when it was his turn to dance he noticed his eyes on him, and had to fight the blush he felt growing on his face.

He didn't want to look into his eyes but once they met he couldn't tore them away. That day Sam Wilson made him feel the lightest he had ever felt. His brown eyes lifted every worry from his soul. Making him forget the world around him and creating a world of his own where Sam was the only thing Bucky could see.

And they kept glancing at each other throughout the whole day, doing it every time the other was occupied with anything else.

Eyes scanning every little move the other made, increasing the wonder with which they looked at each other. A wonder that kept growing everyday and didn't seem to reach an end.

And Natasha noticed. She was aware of the way her friends looked at each other when they thought nobody could see them. But she saw. Sha always saw.

And she did everything she could to get them to at least talk. But they were both clearly too nervous to just start a conversation with each other.

The day came to and end too fast for Sam, but truth been told he could have stayed there for ever if it meant he could keep looking at Bucky.

But Natasha wasn't going to give up so easily so she convinced both her friend to stay behind and practise a little more. Both of them accepting with a little too much enthusiasm when they heard the other was staying too.

They practiced a piece for a while when, with an excuse too real to seem made up, Natasha left them alone, basically forcing them to stay because they stayed back already why go home so soon?

And both of them agreed.

Now they were practising another piece, one that was to be performed in pairs. And luckily for them, or unfortunately for Sam's poor heart, they had complementary roles so they could dance together.

Alone in the room they were now dancing so close Sam could see every nuance of Bucky's stunning eyes. The same eyes that made his insides feel like they were on fire.

And Bucky wasn't doing better himself, not being able to look away from Sam's lips, as usual curved into a soft smile. A smile that was everything his heart needed to feel content.

If Sam didn't know best he could have believed that he wasn't the only one going crazy every time their limbs interwoven or everytime Bucky's chest pressed against his.

But Sam did know better and knew that the only reason why Bucky's chest was raising and falling a little faster was because they had been practicing for a while now.

Bucky, however, felt like he could die right there and then. With the other so close, touching his hips and then pressing lightly on his back. Just as the choreography demanded.

But Sam's touch felt so good, light but firm. Knowing exactly how and when to put pressure on him to steady his movements or when to let go to let him move freely.

And they didn't stop when the music ended.

They kept dancing to a music that was only between them, creating a beautiful masterpiece of limbs and bodies. Creating an intricate design that merged their styles.

The music that started playing was foreign to Sam's ears but he knew he would have remembered it. Just like he would remember the way Bucky was looking at him, like some beautiful piece of art.

And he couldn't even find it in himself to stop staring at his partner. Because to his eyes Bucky was the piece of art and he wanted to admire him for as long as he could, memorizing every detail of his face and his body, remembering every inch of skin he touched, sculpting into his mind the memory of the moment they were in.

When they finally stopped moving all around yet another song had ended but neither of them withdrew from the other. Bucky's hands pressed against his chest doing very little to push him away, and Sam's hand gripping his arms pulling him closer.

They stared in each other's eyes and before he knew what he was doing, Bucky moved his hands from Sam's chest, staying close, as his fingers started to trace every inch of the other's arms.

And Sam was mesmerized by the way Bucky smiled softly at himself while touching him. Too focused on his fingers to actually realise how close he was getting.

But Sam didn't mind, quite the opposite actually, as his hand lowered on the other's hips drifting him closer.

The soft touch of his fingertips left a burning sensation on his skin. The way his eyes roamed his body made his insides feel like he was on fire. Bucky Barnes was a fire he didn't know how to put out, and one he didn't want to.

Bucky was looking at him as if he was the most beautiful piece of art he had ever seen and Sam felt self consciousness grow inside of him under the adoring look Bucky reserved for him.

Slowly the guy hands followed his arms around his shoulders and then setting behind his neck tickling the soft skin at its base.

The little giggle that left Sam's lips was what made Bucky divert his eyes from his arms, landing on his lips. Lips that were turned upwards in a soft smile, one that made Bucky heart sigh of contentment.

And when he finally lifted his eyes from his inviting lips Bucky found himself barely holding the smile that grew on his face when he realized that Sam was looking at him with the same adoration he felt.

Being the subject of so much wonder made Bucky feel at ease, like he could finally let go of his pains. Because looking at Sam's eyes he could see nothing but love.

The word felt still so foreign in his mind, but there was no other feeling that could make him feel so in need of the boy before him, and there was no other word that could describe the way Sam was looking at him.

But when Sam's smile grew into a full ass smile, one that was reserved only for him, Bucky knew he couldn't stay away anymore. Slightly pushing Sam towards him their lips met in the few inches between their bodies.

Sam heart felt like combusting, his hand pulling Bucky closer to feel more of his body against his own. Leaving no room for anything else, if he could have merged their bodies in that moment Sam would have without hesitation.

Bucky wasn't doing much better from his part. All he could feel was Sam, his hands on his hips, his chest pressed against his, his lips slowly parting allowing him to explore every inch of his mouth, the scent he was usually felt from afar every time they passed each other was now all he could smell.

Reluctantly they parted as they ran out of air. Without actually getting far, their foreheads touching as both of them smiled from the just ended contact.

Bucky wanted to say something, anything, just to make sure he hadn't just imagined everything. But Sam's smile reassured him, it was real. And Sam was happy too.

Even if not even the latter believed that it was real. It was too good and too perfect to be real.

They left together that day. Walking slowly through the big halls, hands almost touching for how close they were. Sending sideways smiles at the other as both their hearts fluttered when meeting the other's eyes.

And Natasha noticed the way Sam smiled directly at Bucky when he came in, the day after. Or how Bucky smiled back with the brightest smile ever. Or how they were still looking at each other but did very little to hide it from the other.

She wanted to say something, acknowledge how their body seemed to drift closer to one another every moment.

But she stayed silent, even when she realised that they left together, talking about something that seemed too much like a date.

Because she already knew Sam was the peace Bucky needed, just like Bucky was the fire that could get Sam through anything.

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me? being happy with what I write? yeah as if.

I just hope somebody enjoys this more than me

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